I LOST MY PHONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :'(:'(:'(:'(
I lost the phone when i was being pushed into the LRT, after the MyTeam vs Malaysia match (which was not bad, actually. I enjoyed the match tremendously). Someone almost lost their shoe there. People were rushing like mad to get into the train. I slipped my phone into my backpocket, and I guess someone just took it. Never have i been more careless in my 18 years up until the day I lost my phone...i am so bummed right now. I don't care about the phone, but it's the simcard that i want. my contacts are all in there and my friends can't call me, my family can't call me and if I'm driving, if anything happens to the car, i can't call anybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know i'm overdramatising the situation (as my mum has oh-so-kindly pointed out!) but i feel so lost right now...i never leave home without my phone. EVER. and now my phone's gone....:(:(. i am so immobile right now...it doesn't feel right not having a phone!!!!!!!!! :( see, dramatisation much?And i dont have much mney to spend on a phone........
On the bright side, Anis said that her friend's friend works at the Custom Office, and I might be able to get a BRAND-NEW phone for, get this, Rm150!!!!!!! yep, RM150!!!!!!!!!!! Amazing, right? i hope I can get a new phone for that price...it will totally save my life!
I am heartbroken right now...and I need a phone......i am putting my hopes up on Anis right nw...i NEED to have a phone by next week! My exams are starting next week! I need a phone to contact my parents after the papers since they're not allowing me to drive considering most of my papers finish at 7.30 pm!!!!!!! I am so pathetic!
ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH...^@%#@^%^@^@%^#^$$^@%^%@$^#$#^$!!!!!!!!!!!!
May 30, 2006
May 27, 2006
trust...
Listening to: Rihanna - Unfaithful
Last sunday I went to sleep over at my grandma's house with my cousin to basically house-sit cause our grandparents were outstation. We went for a drink in Starbucks at about 10-ish. After the drinks and after buying some midnight snack in the form of burgers, we arrived back at our grandma's place about 12.20 am. We talked about going to Genting when I finished my exams (I checked out the rates...some rooms are less than Rm150 per night!!!!!!), talked about where we're going to further our studies and about blogs. She was saying like how some people use their blog to put up pictures of their latest buys and to write long-winded post on the things that they want in hopes of people buying it for them. I realised im not like that...I used my blog more to write (type?) out my thoughts rather than what i want to buy next....although I've seen some really pretty bags that were on sale the other day......hmmmm, should I buy a new handbag?
We also ended up talking about guys and how much do we trust them in general. Like, can you fully trust your boyfriend and stuff like that. Personally, I don't think I will fully trust my boyfriend if I have one. I mean, you can trust them to a certain extent, but to fully trust them? I don't think so. i know soooooooooo many people who has, on occasions, cheated on their girlfriend/boyfriend. This is especially true for guys around my age...i remembered someone saying that at the point when they reach puberty until they're 21, guys think with their balls, not brains.
Trust is important in a family, friendship and relationship. Friendships and relationships are made and broken because of the trust factor. And it makes me think, who can you really trust in this world? Do you trust yourself 100 %? Strange thing is, I dont trust myself half of the time. Sometimes you can't even trust yourself, so how can you trust others? I know that is it so hard to earn a person's trust, but it is so easy to break the trust. Once trust is broken, can you get it back? They say that the first time is the hardest. If it is so easy to break a trust the first time, won't it be easier the next? The perfect example is cheating, be it in a test or in a relationship. I remembered the first time I cheated on a test (yes, I'm not such a Miss Goody-two shoes). I felt so guilty afterwards, but I cheated again after that and it gets easier each time. I lost my respect to myself, and I began to not trust myself. And after I realised cheating will not get me anywhere, I stopped. To tell you the truth, I can't fully trust my friends who still cheat during exams. Since I've never had a boyfriend, I don't know how a cheating boyfriend will affect me. I know that if I caught him cheating on me, he is gonna have a hell of time earning back my trust.
But still, there are some people who you can fully trust. People who have been with you when you're up and down. And if you can fully trust them, it's safe to say they fully trust you. So appreciate those who trust you, because trust can go a long, long, long way in life.
Now, should I go out shopping and post up pictures of my latest "designer" goodies? ;) hahahahahaha
Last sunday I went to sleep over at my grandma's house with my cousin to basically house-sit cause our grandparents were outstation. We went for a drink in Starbucks at about 10-ish. After the drinks and after buying some midnight snack in the form of burgers, we arrived back at our grandma's place about 12.20 am. We talked about going to Genting when I finished my exams (I checked out the rates...some rooms are less than Rm150 per night!!!!!!), talked about where we're going to further our studies and about blogs. She was saying like how some people use their blog to put up pictures of their latest buys and to write long-winded post on the things that they want in hopes of people buying it for them. I realised im not like that...I used my blog more to write (type?) out my thoughts rather than what i want to buy next....although I've seen some really pretty bags that were on sale the other day......hmmmm, should I buy a new handbag?
We also ended up talking about guys and how much do we trust them in general. Like, can you fully trust your boyfriend and stuff like that. Personally, I don't think I will fully trust my boyfriend if I have one. I mean, you can trust them to a certain extent, but to fully trust them? I don't think so. i know soooooooooo many people who has, on occasions, cheated on their girlfriend/boyfriend. This is especially true for guys around my age...i remembered someone saying that at the point when they reach puberty until they're 21, guys think with their balls, not brains.
Trust is important in a family, friendship and relationship. Friendships and relationships are made and broken because of the trust factor. And it makes me think, who can you really trust in this world? Do you trust yourself 100 %? Strange thing is, I dont trust myself half of the time. Sometimes you can't even trust yourself, so how can you trust others? I know that is it so hard to earn a person's trust, but it is so easy to break the trust. Once trust is broken, can you get it back? They say that the first time is the hardest. If it is so easy to break a trust the first time, won't it be easier the next? The perfect example is cheating, be it in a test or in a relationship. I remembered the first time I cheated on a test (yes, I'm not such a Miss Goody-two shoes). I felt so guilty afterwards, but I cheated again after that and it gets easier each time. I lost my respect to myself, and I began to not trust myself. And after I realised cheating will not get me anywhere, I stopped. To tell you the truth, I can't fully trust my friends who still cheat during exams. Since I've never had a boyfriend, I don't know how a cheating boyfriend will affect me. I know that if I caught him cheating on me, he is gonna have a hell of time earning back my trust.
But still, there are some people who you can fully trust. People who have been with you when you're up and down. And if you can fully trust them, it's safe to say they fully trust you. So appreciate those who trust you, because trust can go a long, long, long way in life.
Now, should I go out shopping and post up pictures of my latest "designer" goodies? ;) hahahahahaha
May 17, 2006
Mothers....
Firstly, I want to wish all of the others out there a Happy Belated Mother's day! All of the physical gifts in this world and all the money in this world can compare to all of the pain and sacrifices that mothers have to go through to mould and shape their children...and for that, we shall always be grateful for you, mothers! Like they say, syurga di bawah tapak kaki ibu...or heaven is under a mother's feet. It means that the way to heaven is by respecting and loving your mother and that shuld you incur a mother's wrath, betray or disappoint her, there is no way you are getting into heaven. Sooooooo, go and give your mum a big kiss/hug!
Some mother-related trivia that I got off the net:
Youngest Mother - The youngest mother whose history is authenticated is Lina Medina, who delivered a 6½-pound boy by cesarean section in Lima, Peru in 1939, at an age of 5 years and 7 months. The child was raised as her brother and only discovered that Lina was his mother when he was 10. [Say it with me....OH MY GODDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wonder why a 5-year-old girl got pregnant in the first place!]
Oldest Mother - On April 9, 2003, Satyabhama Mahapatra, a 65-year-old retired schoolteacher in India, became the world's oldest mother when she gave birth to a baby boy. Satyabhama and her husband had been married 50 years, but this is their first child. The baby was conceived through artificial insemination using eggs from the woman's 26-year-old niece, Veenarani Mahapatra, and the sperm of Veenarani's husband.
Most Surviving Children - Bobbie McCaughey is the mother who holds the record for the most surviving children from a single birth. She gave birth to the first set of surviving septuplets - four boys and three girls -on November 19, 1997, at the University Hospital, Iowa, US. Conceived by in vitro fertilization, the babies were delivered after 31 weeks by cesarean in the space of 16 minutes. The babies are named Kenneth, Nathaniel, Brandon, Joel, Kelsey, Natalie and Alexis. [Seven babies at once??????????????? That's incredible!]
Shortest Interval Between Two Children - Jayne Bleackley is the mother who holds the record for the shortest interval between two children born in separate confinements. She gave birth to Joseph Robert on September 3, 1999, and Annie Jessica Joyce on March 30, 2000. The babies were born 208 days apart. [OK....this one's kinda weird!]
Longest Interval Between Two Children - Elizabeth Ann Buttle is the mother who holds the record for the longest interval between the birth of two children. She gave birth to Belinda on May 19,1956 and Joseph on November 20, 1997. The babies were born 41 years 185 days apart. The mother was 60 years old when her son Joseph was born.
Highest Recorded Number of Children - The highest officially recorded number of children born to one mother is 69, to the first wife of Feodor Vassilyev (1707-1782) of Shuya, Russia. Between 1725 and 1765, in a total of 27 confinements, she gave birth to 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets, and four sets of quadruplets. 67 of them survived infancy. [This is absolutely amazing. Can you just imagine taking care of 67 kids who look alike? And getting pregnant 27 times? some people find it hard to get pregnant even once, and she got pregnant 27 times??????????]
Talkng about mothers, just last week, I read this article on this girl who is set to become Britain's youngest mother, at the ripe old age of 12.
LONDON: A schoolgirl who became pregnant at 11 is set to break the record for being Britain's youngest mother.
I remembered that back in the early 1900's, it's normal in the Malay culture for children to get married by the time they reach puberty. In fact, you were considered a spinster if you were not married by the time you were 20, if I'm not mistaken. So we had all these 14-year-old boys getting married to 12-year-old girls and such. When the British came and Malaya became one of its colony, I think they made it compulsary for the malays to be of a certain age before they can get married because it was pretty uncivilised i guess to get married at 12. And we, being the uncivilised and underdeveloped citizens that we were, followed every single thing that the British said we had to do, so now the people can only got married at the age of 18. But how ironic is it that now a girl in one of the most civilised and developed nation in the world could conceive at the young age of 11? I guess what goes around, comes around. Dunia dah terbalik sekarang....
Exams are in 2 weeks and I am sooo not ready. I'm so lazy to study, and being the typical Malaysian that I am, i am procrastinating and like all of the times before this, I know i will regret procrastinating and will be cursing myself later on. This is a typical Malaysian attitude, and I really should be ashamed for acting like this. But haha, screw it la!
Remember to love your mother!!!!!! They're the reason you're here right now!
Some mother-related trivia that I got off the net:
Youngest Mother - The youngest mother whose history is authenticated is Lina Medina, who delivered a 6½-pound boy by cesarean section in Lima, Peru in 1939, at an age of 5 years and 7 months. The child was raised as her brother and only discovered that Lina was his mother when he was 10. [Say it with me....OH MY GODDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wonder why a 5-year-old girl got pregnant in the first place!]
Oldest Mother - On April 9, 2003, Satyabhama Mahapatra, a 65-year-old retired schoolteacher in India, became the world's oldest mother when she gave birth to a baby boy. Satyabhama and her husband had been married 50 years, but this is their first child. The baby was conceived through artificial insemination using eggs from the woman's 26-year-old niece, Veenarani Mahapatra, and the sperm of Veenarani's husband.
Most Surviving Children - Bobbie McCaughey is the mother who holds the record for the most surviving children from a single birth. She gave birth to the first set of surviving septuplets - four boys and three girls -on November 19, 1997, at the University Hospital, Iowa, US. Conceived by in vitro fertilization, the babies were delivered after 31 weeks by cesarean in the space of 16 minutes. The babies are named Kenneth, Nathaniel, Brandon, Joel, Kelsey, Natalie and Alexis. [Seven babies at once??????????????? That's incredible!]
Shortest Interval Between Two Children - Jayne Bleackley is the mother who holds the record for the shortest interval between two children born in separate confinements. She gave birth to Joseph Robert on September 3, 1999, and Annie Jessica Joyce on March 30, 2000. The babies were born 208 days apart. [OK....this one's kinda weird!]
Longest Interval Between Two Children - Elizabeth Ann Buttle is the mother who holds the record for the longest interval between the birth of two children. She gave birth to Belinda on May 19,1956 and Joseph on November 20, 1997. The babies were born 41 years 185 days apart. The mother was 60 years old when her son Joseph was born.
Highest Recorded Number of Children - The highest officially recorded number of children born to one mother is 69, to the first wife of Feodor Vassilyev (1707-1782) of Shuya, Russia. Between 1725 and 1765, in a total of 27 confinements, she gave birth to 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets, and four sets of quadruplets. 67 of them survived infancy. [This is absolutely amazing. Can you just imagine taking care of 67 kids who look alike? And getting pregnant 27 times? some people find it hard to get pregnant even once, and she got pregnant 27 times??????????]
Talkng about mothers, just last week, I read this article on this girl who is set to become Britain's youngest mother, at the ripe old age of 12.
LONDON: A schoolgirl who became pregnant at 11 is set to break the record for being Britain's youngest mother.
Now aged 12, the Scottish chain-smoker said she was "really excited" about having a child after losing her virginity to a 15-year-old.
She is due to give birth in a few weeks, breaking the record set by Jenny Teague, of Dorset in England's south, who had a baby in 1997 at the age of 12 years and nine months.
The girl, who has not been named, told The Sun newspaper: "I think I'll be able to cope as I've had lots of practice looking after my brothers."
She feared she might be pregnant after having unprotected sex with the boy on a night out with friends in Edinburgh last August.
The pregnancy was confirmed with the help of a supermarket home-testing kit.
Her 34-year-old mother, who had given birth to a boy only days before, was initially unhappy at the pregnancy, but later pledged to support her daughter.
She told the newspaper: "I'm not ashamed of my daughter at all -- in fact, I'm proud of her for keeping her baby."
The mum-to-be, who smokes up to 20 cigarettes a day, according to the newspaper, said she hoped the baby would be a boy, expressing fondness for the name Leo.
"I'm enjoying being pregnant -- even though I get a bit of a sore back and sore ribs," she said.
While the girl was worried about stretch marks, the father-to-be, who can not be identified, could face legal action.
I remembered that back in the early 1900's, it's normal in the Malay culture for children to get married by the time they reach puberty. In fact, you were considered a spinster if you were not married by the time you were 20, if I'm not mistaken. So we had all these 14-year-old boys getting married to 12-year-old girls and such. When the British came and Malaya became one of its colony, I think they made it compulsary for the malays to be of a certain age before they can get married because it was pretty uncivilised i guess to get married at 12. And we, being the uncivilised and underdeveloped citizens that we were, followed every single thing that the British said we had to do, so now the people can only got married at the age of 18. But how ironic is it that now a girl in one of the most civilised and developed nation in the world could conceive at the young age of 11? I guess what goes around, comes around. Dunia dah terbalik sekarang....
Exams are in 2 weeks and I am sooo not ready. I'm so lazy to study, and being the typical Malaysian that I am, i am procrastinating and like all of the times before this, I know i will regret procrastinating and will be cursing myself later on. This is a typical Malaysian attitude, and I really should be ashamed for acting like this. But haha, screw it la!
Remember to love your mother!!!!!! They're the reason you're here right now!
May 12, 2006
what's in a name?
Song of the moment- The Mixed Tape (Jack's Mannequin)
A name...it's about the only thing that everyone in this world has. Some people might not have eyes, arms, legs or even religion, but we can be sure that everyone is this world has a name. We are named to distinguish ourselves from the rest of the world. Parents try their best to give their children the most unique name possible. But you know what I realised? The names that parents give to their kids nowadays are really unique that the names are just just standing on the brink of ridiculousness.
And sometimes because of the uniqueness of the name, some people can't even pronounce the names correctly. Case in point, yours truly. A lot of people have said that my name is really long and really nice and unique and such, but when it comes to pronouncing my name, most people would make it sound like it's a freaking tongue-twister. Is it so hard to get Alia Arwina Izyani binti Azani right? Wait, don't answer that. I used to dread prize-giving day in school last time. every time i get a prize, they will definitely pronounce my name wrong. I think I've heard like 25 different pronounciations of my name. I used to be quite humiliated by that, but heck, now i just laugh it off. In fact, it's quite amusing how some people try so hard to pronounce my name correctly but still end up messing it up. Some of my close friends STILL can't pronounce my name properly...but i don't mind. much. ;)
I can sympathise with celebrity kids cos these kids have the most "unique" names ever. I think somehow that celebrity parents are pressured into giving the most intersting names for their kids. Like little Apple Martin. I pity her....can you just imagine the torture that she'll have to go through in life later on? Or how about Ashley Parker Angel's son, Lyric? I mean, what sort of name is Lyric? What will he name his daughter then? Lycra? I know Toni Braxton son's name is Denim and David Beckham's sons names are Brooklyn (which sounds very girlish), Romeo and Cruz...somehow Britney Spears managed to come out with a very nice and classy (and normal) sounding name for her son, Sean Preston.
It's not just celebrities that come up with funny sounding names. I remembered reading in The Star newspaper sometime back about the debates on the pronounciation of names in the "Mind Your English" section. I remembered that this woman named her son 8. Yep, the name of the son is 8. Not Eight, but 8. i'll leave you to your own opinions on that....
I swear to God I will never put my children through such torture when I have kids...but then again, i might just change my mind....maybe I'll name my daughter Mercedes or Lucida. Or maybe Vitara! and my son? Ferrari! No....somehow i think that PROTON sounds much better. Hahahahahaha...NOT!!!!!!!!
I have nothing else to talk about...hahahaha...see you guys later....
A name...it's about the only thing that everyone in this world has. Some people might not have eyes, arms, legs or even religion, but we can be sure that everyone is this world has a name. We are named to distinguish ourselves from the rest of the world. Parents try their best to give their children the most unique name possible. But you know what I realised? The names that parents give to their kids nowadays are really unique that the names are just just standing on the brink of ridiculousness.
And sometimes because of the uniqueness of the name, some people can't even pronounce the names correctly. Case in point, yours truly. A lot of people have said that my name is really long and really nice and unique and such, but when it comes to pronouncing my name, most people would make it sound like it's a freaking tongue-twister. Is it so hard to get Alia Arwina Izyani binti Azani right? Wait, don't answer that. I used to dread prize-giving day in school last time. every time i get a prize, they will definitely pronounce my name wrong. I think I've heard like 25 different pronounciations of my name. I used to be quite humiliated by that, but heck, now i just laugh it off. In fact, it's quite amusing how some people try so hard to pronounce my name correctly but still end up messing it up. Some of my close friends STILL can't pronounce my name properly...but i don't mind. much. ;)
I can sympathise with celebrity kids cos these kids have the most "unique" names ever. I think somehow that celebrity parents are pressured into giving the most intersting names for their kids. Like little Apple Martin. I pity her....can you just imagine the torture that she'll have to go through in life later on? Or how about Ashley Parker Angel's son, Lyric? I mean, what sort of name is Lyric? What will he name his daughter then? Lycra? I know Toni Braxton son's name is Denim and David Beckham's sons names are Brooklyn (which sounds very girlish), Romeo and Cruz...somehow Britney Spears managed to come out with a very nice and classy (and normal) sounding name for her son, Sean Preston.
It's not just celebrities that come up with funny sounding names. I remembered reading in The Star newspaper sometime back about the debates on the pronounciation of names in the "Mind Your English" section. I remembered that this woman named her son 8. Yep, the name of the son is 8. Not Eight, but 8. i'll leave you to your own opinions on that....
I swear to God I will never put my children through such torture when I have kids...but then again, i might just change my mind....maybe I'll name my daughter Mercedes or Lucida. Or maybe Vitara! and my son? Ferrari! No....somehow i think that PROTON sounds much better. Hahahahahaha...NOT!!!!!!!!
I have nothing else to talk about...hahahaha...see you guys later....
May 6, 2006
selfishness....is it bad?
I am soooooooooooo mad today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am going to use this post to vent out all of my frustration with the world and myself!
Everyone that knows me know that i love having my driving license and i love being able to drive, but for once, just once, i really wished that i had failed my driving test because i am so, so, so tired of being everyone's chauffeur. 5 out of the 7 days in a week i have to send my sister to tuition, 5 out of 7 days i have to go to college and over the weekend i am always, always driving someone somewhere. It was ok the first few months, but it is just so tiring nowadays, what more with exams just lurking round the corner. And the thing is, my siblings always take me for granted, knowing that i will be able to drive them everywhere. And i am hating myself right now for being so damn responsible and giving into their every demand. and right now tears are running down my face because i realised just how stupid i have been.
Take today, for example. My class finished at 10.00 am and i was back home by 10.40. My mum came back from work, saw me at home and made me send iskandar's stupid form to his school because he forgot to take it to school today and he might end up in a screwed-up secondary school if he doesn't submit the damn form by today. Anis finished late from school, so i went to pick her up from school because it was raining. her friend hitched a ride because of the rain and i sent her back. Later, anis n i went to KLCC to watch Failure To Launch and when the movie finished, we went to pick up iskandar from his friend, Iman's, house. Turns out iskandar n iman were not there because they went to a friend's house near our place. So i went to pick Is n Iman up. After that, Iskandar said he left his stuff in Iman's car, and that we have to go to the school because Iman's mum is picking up his siblings there. Iskandar said that he's going back with Iman's mum, so I dropped him off and I sent Anis to her friend's house. By the time i came back from sending anis to her friend's place, it was already past 7 oclock. As I sat watching the Semi-finals of the Thomas Cup (which Malaysia lost, 3-2, by the way :[ ), Iskandar called n said he was going to be a bit late because he's at Iman's house and the roads are all jammed up because of the heavy rain earlier. So I told him that I'll go and pick him up. Just before picking him up, I asked wani to call him again to say that we were on our way and he was like,"yeah, ok". 10 minutes and 7km later, less than a minute away from Iman's house,Wani called him again using my handphone and was told that he was already on the way home!!! that ticked me off soooooooo badly and in my already tired and unstable state, i started crying while driving back. my sisters who were with me inside the car got really scared because I was driving like a mad woman and I bet if there was a police roadblock happening just then, my license would have been taken away from me in a flash. What was worse was that when I got back home, Iskandar was sitting in front of the computer and when he said sorry, he didn't even take his eyes off the computer. I swear to God, if he wasn't my parents only son, he would be in the hospital right now. where i got my strength to restrain myself from doing anything to him...only God knows. Needless to say, I am NOT talking to him right now. I seriously need to buy a punching bag to vent out all of this anger inside me. but it might not work cos i might just destroy the bag when i'm angry. roar.
I really think I am underappreciated. I realised that none of my family members even said thank you when I drove them everywhere and sent them stuff today. I'm not asking for much. A simple thanks is enough for me. I want, need to know that my help was appreciated. I realised that most of the time, I put people's needs above mine but I have my needs too. Sometimes i just want to run away and just tend to my needs and not everyone else's. I sound selfish, right? But is it so wrong to be selfish once in a while? I have been good to everyone, and what do I get? nothing! even my allowance money is finished on petrol! I cant wait to start working and earning my own money so that i can go off for a vacation on my own without ripping the money out of my parents. or maybe I should find a boyfriend who can sponsor all my travelling expenses. Although the latter idea sounds more appealing, i know that the former idea's more realistic. better get the grades now....*sigh*
i have run out of things to say and putting everything down is making me sad again. I think i have a really bad case of PMS. And oh yeah, to top off a really sucky day, I lost my voice!!!!!!! what a day...and it's not even friday the 13th....I sound so pathetic today...ugh.
Everyone that knows me know that i love having my driving license and i love being able to drive, but for once, just once, i really wished that i had failed my driving test because i am so, so, so tired of being everyone's chauffeur. 5 out of the 7 days in a week i have to send my sister to tuition, 5 out of 7 days i have to go to college and over the weekend i am always, always driving someone somewhere. It was ok the first few months, but it is just so tiring nowadays, what more with exams just lurking round the corner. And the thing is, my siblings always take me for granted, knowing that i will be able to drive them everywhere. And i am hating myself right now for being so damn responsible and giving into their every demand. and right now tears are running down my face because i realised just how stupid i have been.
Take today, for example. My class finished at 10.00 am and i was back home by 10.40. My mum came back from work, saw me at home and made me send iskandar's stupid form to his school because he forgot to take it to school today and he might end up in a screwed-up secondary school if he doesn't submit the damn form by today. Anis finished late from school, so i went to pick her up from school because it was raining. her friend hitched a ride because of the rain and i sent her back. Later, anis n i went to KLCC to watch Failure To Launch and when the movie finished, we went to pick up iskandar from his friend, Iman's, house. Turns out iskandar n iman were not there because they went to a friend's house near our place. So i went to pick Is n Iman up. After that, Iskandar said he left his stuff in Iman's car, and that we have to go to the school because Iman's mum is picking up his siblings there. Iskandar said that he's going back with Iman's mum, so I dropped him off and I sent Anis to her friend's house. By the time i came back from sending anis to her friend's place, it was already past 7 oclock. As I sat watching the Semi-finals of the Thomas Cup (which Malaysia lost, 3-2, by the way :[ ), Iskandar called n said he was going to be a bit late because he's at Iman's house and the roads are all jammed up because of the heavy rain earlier. So I told him that I'll go and pick him up. Just before picking him up, I asked wani to call him again to say that we were on our way and he was like,"yeah, ok". 10 minutes and 7km later, less than a minute away from Iman's house,Wani called him again using my handphone and was told that he was already on the way home!!! that ticked me off soooooooo badly and in my already tired and unstable state, i started crying while driving back. my sisters who were with me inside the car got really scared because I was driving like a mad woman and I bet if there was a police roadblock happening just then, my license would have been taken away from me in a flash. What was worse was that when I got back home, Iskandar was sitting in front of the computer and when he said sorry, he didn't even take his eyes off the computer. I swear to God, if he wasn't my parents only son, he would be in the hospital right now. where i got my strength to restrain myself from doing anything to him...only God knows. Needless to say, I am NOT talking to him right now. I seriously need to buy a punching bag to vent out all of this anger inside me. but it might not work cos i might just destroy the bag when i'm angry. roar.
I really think I am underappreciated. I realised that none of my family members even said thank you when I drove them everywhere and sent them stuff today. I'm not asking for much. A simple thanks is enough for me. I want, need to know that my help was appreciated. I realised that most of the time, I put people's needs above mine but I have my needs too. Sometimes i just want to run away and just tend to my needs and not everyone else's. I sound selfish, right? But is it so wrong to be selfish once in a while? I have been good to everyone, and what do I get? nothing! even my allowance money is finished on petrol! I cant wait to start working and earning my own money so that i can go off for a vacation on my own without ripping the money out of my parents. or maybe I should find a boyfriend who can sponsor all my travelling expenses. Although the latter idea sounds more appealing, i know that the former idea's more realistic. better get the grades now....*sigh*
i have run out of things to say and putting everything down is making me sad again. I think i have a really bad case of PMS. And oh yeah, to top off a really sucky day, I lost my voice!!!!!!! what a day...and it's not even friday the 13th....I sound so pathetic today...ugh.
May 4, 2006
Updates...teehee...:D
WARNING: The next post is pretty long-winded and it might put some people to sleep while reading it. If u have better things to do, don't bother reading my post. don't say I didn't warn u guys!!!
First of all, I'm really sorry about not updating my blog! I've been really busy lately...its just crazy! I've finally finshed my computing project..sent it in already last Thursday! Yay me! :D I'm just praying I'll pass the damn exams! My first paper is on the 6th of June, at 6.oo pm! hey...that's kinda nice....6.00pm, 06/06/06....just realised that...hahaha!
Oooohhhhh, about 2 weeks ago, i went to Sunway Lagoon with Anis n her friend, Reiza. Reiza had extra tix for the Quiksilver Revolution Tour, so we went to Sunway for a day of fun. haha. we were there from 10 in the morning till like 9.30 at night. When we were there, there was this guy that Anis and I think was trying to hit on Reiza. It's quite funny actually. Going back at 9.30 was quite freaky. Actually, we would've gone back much earlier had Anis not wanted to wait for the Click Five to cme out. they were supposed to come out at 8, but ended up showing their faces on the stage at 9.30. Talk about being caught in the Malaysian timing. In the end we didn't even watch them perform because I was scared we might get caught in the rowdy crowd or the jam afterwards. The crowd there was MADDDD!!!! Everytime some act when up on stage lke Pop Shuvit or Love Me Butch, these people start jumping n pushing n it was just s freaky. We were standing near the stage, which is on the (man-made, obviously) surf beach n the crowd was so bad, some people even got pushed into the water! And I was almost suffocating there and Anis got the fright of her life when somebody accidentally climbed onto her when that fella was crowd surfing....it was damn freaky! N most of the people who were pushed into the water were not the ones wearing the bikinis and they were soaking through and through! Ironically, those who were wearing bikinis worked so hard at not getting wet....what's the point of wearing a bikini then? (in case u're wondering, I was NOT wearing a bikini. Never once had, never will do) i know they all want to flaunt their bodies, but some of them are just not meant to wear bikinis and it's quite disturbing to see them in one....*shudders*
Another (so-called) highlight of the day was when I got lost on the way back from Sunway! It was an....unforgettable experience, to say the least! I remembered taking quite a few wrong turns and I was panicking like hell! I was so scared....some more it was at night! After getting on and off two highways and with the equally-panicked sister of mine by my side, I saw a sign on the road that says "BANDAR TASIK SELATAN", I was sooooo happy because I know that the road from Bandar tasik Selatan will definitely lead me back home. When I was on the MRR2 I was the happiest person on earth and I swear I could've just kissed the road. Thank God i have a good memory! Anis, being the oblivious girl that she is, after seeing the familiar road, went to sleep right afterwards. humph, so much for being my companion in the car! All in all, it only took 40 minutes to get back home, even with me losing my sense of direction on the way!
Last weekend, meanwhile, I went back to my kampung, Kelantan, after what seems like forever. Well, I know it's been forever coz the last time I went back was like 10 years ago. really. i'm not kidding. a bit ashamed rite now coz I'm so out of touch with my roots. I had no idea what was waiting for me back in Kelantan and it was actually much better than expected. I LOVED IT! The journey however, was a bit tiring. I was stuck in the car for seven hours. no joke. I was stuck in my uncle's beloved Multipla from 9.30 in the morning till maybe about 5. And my butt was so numb after arriving in Kelantan. Quite funny actually. Everyone on the road in Kelantan were staring at my uncle's car as if the car had sprouted some horns or something like that. I know most of them has never seen a Multipla, but it was really weird seeing people staring at the car when you're inside it. It's the worst when we stop at the traffic lights! People were staring and ogling and even when we look back, they still stare at the car like nobody's business! Haiyo....apa la these people! takde benda lain ke nak buat? Oh yeah, i also had some chance at practising my (very) limited Kelantanese-dialect Malay during the shopping trips in Rantau Panjang and the bazaar in....hmmm....where was it again. So anyways, among the phrases that I used were:
"bapo hago beg nih?" (berapa harga beg ni/how much does this bag cost?)
"hok ni tokleh kughe lagi hago dio?" (yang ni tak boleh kurang lagi harga dia?/ can't u reduce the price lower?)
"hok ni nok so...hok tu duo...hok tu bui limo..." (yang ni nak satu...yang tu dua....yang to bagi lima/i want one of these....two of those....and give me five of those)
"hok ni pun come jugok..." (yang ni pun cantik/this one's also quite pretty)
As u can see, my Kelantanese Malay is quite limted to a few phrases. Trying to brush it up nw though...haha. I'm missing Kelantan already. Life isn't so busy there as it is here in KL. Maybe I'll relocate there someday. or maybe not. tak tau la.
By the way, it's only a few hours left before it 01.02.03.04.05.06. To all of those people who are oblivious, it's the moment 3 seconds after 1:02 am on the 4th of May 2006. People are going hoo-ha over this but to me it's just a moment in time when the numbers are all in sequence. But it's quite amazing to think that in that one second, there will be a perfect sequence of numbers that we will never see again unless we live for another 100 years. Even if we do live until that other moment in a hundred years' time, I bet we won't even remember our name, let alone the sequence of numbers!
So I think I've talked quite a lot already....n i better get started on my studying....I'll post something soon....don't worry, I won't wait for another 2 weeks before updating the blog!
Less than 4 hours counting to 01.02.03.04.05.06....hahahahahaha
First of all, I'm really sorry about not updating my blog! I've been really busy lately...its just crazy! I've finally finshed my computing project..sent it in already last Thursday! Yay me! :D I'm just praying I'll pass the damn exams! My first paper is on the 6th of June, at 6.oo pm! hey...that's kinda nice....6.00pm, 06/06/06....just realised that...hahaha!
Oooohhhhh, about 2 weeks ago, i went to Sunway Lagoon with Anis n her friend, Reiza. Reiza had extra tix for the Quiksilver Revolution Tour, so we went to Sunway for a day of fun. haha. we were there from 10 in the morning till like 9.30 at night. When we were there, there was this guy that Anis and I think was trying to hit on Reiza. It's quite funny actually. Going back at 9.30 was quite freaky. Actually, we would've gone back much earlier had Anis not wanted to wait for the Click Five to cme out. they were supposed to come out at 8, but ended up showing their faces on the stage at 9.30. Talk about being caught in the Malaysian timing. In the end we didn't even watch them perform because I was scared we might get caught in the rowdy crowd or the jam afterwards. The crowd there was MADDDD!!!! Everytime some act when up on stage lke Pop Shuvit or Love Me Butch, these people start jumping n pushing n it was just s freaky. We were standing near the stage, which is on the (man-made, obviously) surf beach n the crowd was so bad, some people even got pushed into the water! And I was almost suffocating there and Anis got the fright of her life when somebody accidentally climbed onto her when that fella was crowd surfing....it was damn freaky! N most of the people who were pushed into the water were not the ones wearing the bikinis and they were soaking through and through! Ironically, those who were wearing bikinis worked so hard at not getting wet....what's the point of wearing a bikini then? (in case u're wondering, I was NOT wearing a bikini. Never once had, never will do) i know they all want to flaunt their bodies, but some of them are just not meant to wear bikinis and it's quite disturbing to see them in one....*shudders*
Another (so-called) highlight of the day was when I got lost on the way back from Sunway! It was an....unforgettable experience, to say the least! I remembered taking quite a few wrong turns and I was panicking like hell! I was so scared....some more it was at night! After getting on and off two highways and with the equally-panicked sister of mine by my side, I saw a sign on the road that says "BANDAR TASIK SELATAN", I was sooooo happy because I know that the road from Bandar tasik Selatan will definitely lead me back home. When I was on the MRR2 I was the happiest person on earth and I swear I could've just kissed the road. Thank God i have a good memory! Anis, being the oblivious girl that she is, after seeing the familiar road, went to sleep right afterwards. humph, so much for being my companion in the car! All in all, it only took 40 minutes to get back home, even with me losing my sense of direction on the way!
Last weekend, meanwhile, I went back to my kampung, Kelantan, after what seems like forever. Well, I know it's been forever coz the last time I went back was like 10 years ago. really. i'm not kidding. a bit ashamed rite now coz I'm so out of touch with my roots. I had no idea what was waiting for me back in Kelantan and it was actually much better than expected. I LOVED IT! The journey however, was a bit tiring. I was stuck in the car for seven hours. no joke. I was stuck in my uncle's beloved Multipla from 9.30 in the morning till maybe about 5. And my butt was so numb after arriving in Kelantan. Quite funny actually. Everyone on the road in Kelantan were staring at my uncle's car as if the car had sprouted some horns or something like that. I know most of them has never seen a Multipla, but it was really weird seeing people staring at the car when you're inside it. It's the worst when we stop at the traffic lights! People were staring and ogling and even when we look back, they still stare at the car like nobody's business! Haiyo....apa la these people! takde benda lain ke nak buat? Oh yeah, i also had some chance at practising my (very) limited Kelantanese-dialect Malay during the shopping trips in Rantau Panjang and the bazaar in....hmmm....where was it again. So anyways, among the phrases that I used were:
"bapo hago beg nih?" (berapa harga beg ni/how much does this bag cost?)
"hok ni tokleh kughe lagi hago dio?" (yang ni tak boleh kurang lagi harga dia?/ can't u reduce the price lower?)
"hok ni nok so...hok tu duo...hok tu bui limo..." (yang ni nak satu...yang tu dua....yang to bagi lima/i want one of these....two of those....and give me five of those)
"hok ni pun come jugok..." (yang ni pun cantik/this one's also quite pretty)
As u can see, my Kelantanese Malay is quite limted to a few phrases. Trying to brush it up nw though...haha. I'm missing Kelantan already. Life isn't so busy there as it is here in KL. Maybe I'll relocate there someday. or maybe not. tak tau la.
By the way, it's only a few hours left before it 01.02.03.04.05.06. To all of those people who are oblivious, it's the moment 3 seconds after 1:02 am on the 4th of May 2006. People are going hoo-ha over this but to me it's just a moment in time when the numbers are all in sequence. But it's quite amazing to think that in that one second, there will be a perfect sequence of numbers that we will never see again unless we live for another 100 years. Even if we do live until that other moment in a hundred years' time, I bet we won't even remember our name, let alone the sequence of numbers!
So I think I've talked quite a lot already....n i better get started on my studying....I'll post something soon....don't worry, I won't wait for another 2 weeks before updating the blog!
Less than 4 hours counting to 01.02.03.04.05.06....hahahahahaha
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