Don't you see that I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue?

The Kids Don't Stand A Chance-Vampire Weekend.

2012-01-28T15:35:00.000+08:00

New year, new jerawat.

2012-01-01T23:35:00.005+08:00

Dinner at Delicious, Bangsar Village II.
with Tok Mama.

Eleni, you know you love me.

ohai. Happy New Year's Day.

God, my little cousin Megat Khairuddin is so funny ok.

I was at Nani's place for our family thanksgiving / New Year's lunch.

I was just sitting back on the sofa, listening to my iPod.

He was peering from my shoulder.

He didn't wanna disturb me.

I offered him one side of my earplug and he took it.

I was listening to Fist Of The Year (Equinox) by Skrillex.

He was laughing at it.

He asked me over and over again if it was a song by Alvin and the Chipmunks.

And every time he asked, I said "no."

He didn't believe me and finally, he gave up.

He had already made up his mind.

He made his own decision and decided that it was indeed, Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Well,whatever you say.

Whatever it is that'll make you happy and go away.

I still love you though Baby Khair.

When the clock struck twelve from the 31st to the 1st,I grabbed the phone and called Alia

who was very much wide awake, watching Friends with her mumma.

Papa and I ran up the stairs and we burst into my parents' room.

We jumped on the bed and attacked my mom who chased us out.

She wanted to sleep.

Oh,and I finally watched Thirteen (2003). Disturbing.

I was nowhere like Tracy Freeland or Evie Zamora when I was thirteen.

Nope,not even close.

^very much agreed with you there,dear.

I was thinking the exact same thing.

Her mom was so patient with her.

If I acted like that, I'd be finished.

Holiday-Vampire Weekend.

2011-12-31T01:31:00.000+08:00

Racist Sister.

2011-12-31T01:11:00.001+08:00

"There is no such thing as Animongolia."

2011-12-31T00:49:00.000+08:00

Farah Sabby :)

2011-12-29T23:20:00.003+08:00

Apa kata kitorang letak camera kat luar atas kerusi, letak self timer and ambik gambar dari luar tingkap?
And that was exactly what we did, after. Ambik gambar guna self timer dari luar tingkap. Cam apa jer.

Farrah Sabrina binti Amrul Halim Gan

and

Zainab Sofiah Pin Binti Shariman

best friends forever

since 2003-?

I finally got to visit my babe today. As promised.

Take A Vacation!- The Young Veins.

2011-12-27T23:07:00.067+08:00

....And I got home from Penang, with no McFly cd waiting for me in the mail box. Sad life. My dad won three bids for three Mcfly Cds on ebay, Room on the 3rd Floor , Wonderland and Motion in the Ocean. There were a lot of mail waiting to be opened. All addressed to my dad and when the guard house called my mom to say there was a courier left at the guard house, I was excited. I was secretly hoping it would be something for me though I knew for a fact that Cds were simply mailed through the post box and not needed to be sent by courier.

Guess who is back in Kuala Lumpur?Me.My mom and dad surprised me. My mom woke me up and told me that the hotel room was booked and that we would be leaving for Penang the day after and I was none too happy. Well, pardon me for my lack of excitement but I'm not entirely thrilled. Why? Well, simply because I was already invited to Rebecca's Christmas / Farewell Party on the 26th and we would be away in Penang from Christmas Eve and would be back home on the 27th. I was really mad at my dad when he got back from gym and even swore that I won't be coming along but heck, I was torn. I really wanted to go on that road trip and I too, wanted to attend Rebecca's party so badly and in the end you know what I did? I called Alia first to tell her I won't be going to the party with her and that she had to go without me and carry on, go ahead, party away before I called Rebecca.And I went along with the road trip.Yes I did.

The view from my hotel. In the evening.

The trip to Penang was pretty boring though. We made two pit stops on our way there.Well,actually three. First, at the R & R in Rawang and had a quick breakfast of nasi lemak there which was not bad. The sambal was pretty good. We drove straight after that quick stop before stopping again at the R & R in Bukit Merah which reminds me of Alia's Bukit Merah Laketown Resort which she went to for a week, leaving me alone here in Kuala Lumpur with no one to call when I needed her. We don't even talk about real stuff when we're on the phone, just mainly talk shit.I talk about McFly, she goes on and on about The Beatles and we manage to fit in other stuff into the conversation. Our longest conversation being an hour and the shortest and only 2 minutes. Ha.

The view from my hotel.At night.

We stopped at the R & R in Bukit Merah for a potty break. lol ok. We looked around and bought some snacks to eat on the way. We also went to Kuala Kangsar and ate at Restoran Yat Lai, which is famous for its' freshly made pau(s). The restaurant was very busy that day and service was bad. We had to wait 30 minutes for our pau and another hour for food to be served. Well, we ain't got an hour. The hotel is waiting for us to check in. So, we were disappointed. We came all the way and all we had to make up for the hours were kaya and butter toasts and iced coffees which kept me hyper for the next few hours or so. My parents had to put up with my hyper-ness in the car as I asked the silliest and stupidest of questions and kept pointing at everything. Oohing and aahing.I couldn't help it. I couldn't help myself.

I I I was excited. I was practically jumping in my seat, asking my dad if we were there yet and was jumping and smiling even more when he told me were nearing the Penang Bridge.I've never seen it up close and personal like that nor have I ever drove on it or rode a ferry on it ever. Well, I have done both of those.But it doesn't really count since I was too young to remember anything. So,let me rephrase my sentence. I've never seen the Penang Bridge up close and personal before like I did that day when I was old enough to remember stuff and which, now I am. Old enough to remember stuff that is.

We reached our hotel safely.All safe and sound.All in one piece. Thank God for that. We stayed at the Holiday Inn Resort Penang in Batu Feringghi. We were walking around the night marker which Mama called a Petaling Street in Penang.lol nothing can beat Petaling Street okay. We were not sure where to eat dinner. We decided on a small stall and had dinner there. MSG Galore!

Happy Christmas Eve.

When we were waiting to be served, we saw many people walking past us, eating jagung.We wanted one too. We finally found it while we were walking back to our hotel. It's a Malay couple selling jagung bakar, jagung and corn cup. At first glance, it may seem like your ordinary jaugng.Just another Malay couple selling jagung on a cart, in the dark at night. Normal you say? The secret is in their secret, special sauce. A taste of sweet milk, salt, sugar that gives that special something and oomph to your typical jagung.It was as bass player and king, Dougie Poynter would say if he were there with me, pretty bitchin'! lol it was. Pretty bit chin'! I wanted to roam around the hotel, just stopping at every floor but Papa and I got too tired. And we never did not even on other nights throughout our stay.No we didn't.

Last MalikMonday of DeZaynber 2011.

2011-12-27T00:34:00.000+08:00

Here I am, in my hotel room on the Seventh Floor of the Holiday Inn Resort Penang, my parents both asleep, my dad snoring and me, online, fangirling McFly and Joe Brooks.

I just realized.I'm here to wish you a Merry Christmas, a Happy Boxing Day and a Happy New Year 2012.
Oh, Happy Last MalikMonday of DeZaynber 2011. Gettit?Gettit?No.Never mind.
But, it's 12.32 on a Tuesday midnight morning so it doesn't really count now doesn't it?
But, it is still Trending on Twitter worldwide.Heck.

I wanna get off and go home again.

2011-12-23T23:57:00.000+08:00

:Stop this train
I want to get off and go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
I know I can't but honestly won't someone stop this train:

I'm all packed and ready to go. Nice to wake up to someone screaming in your ear,

saying your dad's just booked us a 4 night stay in Penang Island and

sorry to say you won't be able to make it to Rebecca's Christmas / Farewell Sleepover.

That woke me up. I was wide awake.

All my clothes are ready and put on the dresser for Mama to help put in my bag.

'Cause if it were up to me to pack, I'd just jolly well stuff everything like a potato sack

and then there's the Christmas present I got for Rebecca

just staring at me on top of my dresser

the card empty, still unwritten.

In a box of fun things where things happen.

2011-12-15T21:25:00.005+08:00

Turning Tables.

2011-12-15T21:17:00.033+08:00

This didn't turn out the way it was initially planned.The way it was initially planned, my way.My best friend, Ng Phey Ee. I still recall the first time we met at school. That morning. We were let off of class to go for our recess. She was waiting by the door for her cousin, Song Phey Tzen.Song and I were having a bit of a quarrel and she called me stupid and Phey Ee decides to interrupt her cousin and have a go at her, " Song, don't simply call people stupid!" and that's the story of how the three of us became good old friends.

I promised her that we would plan an outing after she gets back from her short holiday in Singapore. It was finally my chance to organize our outing since it is always Phey Ee doing the job of organizing our previous outings.I planned it to be on the sixteenth, after Song gets back from her trip to Macau. A change of plans when Phey Ee says she would busy that day.so, it is fixed. It would be on the fifteenth. The day before our scheduled outing.But where to? Lunch at McDonalds before going to Tutti Frutti for frozen yoghurt.

(from left) Aina Shazlin, Me, Farah, Brenda Loh and Ng Phey Ee
At Tutti Frutti, Kota Kemuning.

Phey Ee wanted to invite all her friends from her school- here in SMK Kota Kemuning but,I said no since (a) I barely even know them (b) it's not that I don't wanna make the initiative to get to know them but, like we have nothing in common (c)I have a feeling all of them won't like me (d) all her friends that the both of us know since heck, primary school I have a feeling they don't like me very much and (e) I wanted it to be intimate, just the three of us.We needed that. We're so wrapped up with our lives- our new friends, school, extra-curricular activities, year-end examinations and all that we never have the time to get together and chill out, relax and hang out.

Translation: My Dear Customer,
"We are provide excellent service not
repair machine!"

So,I said no and instead, on the very last minute,I went ahead and opened my big fat mouth and invited my two other best friends aka. The Fanion Whatevers Farah and Aina along with us.I haven't seen them for ages. Liar.I saw Farah just the day before. The idea came up during lunch with Farah,Adam and Aunty Shazelina at Serai Thai Restaurant on Wednesday.Farah said she thought of coming over to Aina's house the next day and she invited me to come along with her too and I said I couldn't since, I would be out with Phey Ee and Song and thought why not, she could come with us too.

After lunch and we were hanging out at Farah's room, we saw a friend request from Aina on Facebook and we were happily chatting with her online and she she gave us a ring and put her on Speaker phone. Next thing I knew, I invited both of them to come with. That night, when Aunty Shazelina sent me back home and Mama insisted they stayed for dinner, Phey Ee ringed the house. Farah and I were just sitting back in my room, after dinner.My mom already told her that I would be bringing Farah and Aina along the next day when she picked up the phone downstairs. She had her own piece of news to deliver that (a) Song will not be joining us, she jus got back from Macau with the flu and (b) she too, had invited her friends : Deric, Chad and Brenda Loh. We're even. Alls fair.

I'm really sorry that this didn't really turned out the way it was supposed to turn out, just the three of us. We need that.Instead, it is Deric, Brenda and Chad sitting across from Ng Phey Ee, Me, Farah and Aina at McDonalds.I'll make it up to her later,the next time we decide to go out. Most probably before the new semester starts next year.Cross your fingers. I gave a ride to Aina on the way to McDonalds and right at the entrance was Farah, just standing there, all alone. That wasn't what I was expecting.

She said she's been looking everywhere and neither, Phey Ee, Chad or Deric was seen at McDonalds.She doesn't know how Brenda looks like.She's never met her before. I phoned her house twice, her sister says she already left the house.For my house.My house.Like what the hell did she have to go to my house for? Her sister didn't know her handphone number either.She is of no use to me. -.-

Nah, false alarm. She did not go to my house. She went to pick up Deric and Chad who both live in my area which is most probably why her sister mistaken that as her older sister leaving for my place.What even. I didn't recognize Phey Ee when she came into McDonalds. We already booked a table for them. She walked to where I was sitting and gave me a big imissyou hug. I really did not know who she was. To me, she was just another Chinese girl who was randomly hugging me for God knows what reason.

I was like, who the F is this Chinese girl and why the hell is she hugging me? And the first thing I had to say to her after recognizing that the Chinese girl in front of me was indeed, Phey Ee was "I waited for you for a long time."She was disappointed. She expected me to hug her back or say I miss you or something along those lines. Haha sorry. She did look very different. She took off her glasses and instead, worn contact lenses and she had a new haircut for one. After lunch, we walked a few blocks to Tutti Frutti for some frozen yoghurt. I spent the most on it. All of them spent about an average of RM13-RM15 on their yoghurt. Aina spent the least at RM8 and me, the most at RM 18.02 sen.

The guy who worked the cash register is so blur. I called him and he ignored me. I called him again and he walked to where we were sitting."Yes?" I asked him,"Can you help take our picture?"There was a pause. It took him a moment to process what I just said.Then,he shook."Right."Like, what even.

P.S. I told Chad that a little birdy thinks he is hot and that she might have developed a slight crush on him. He replied saying, "If she knew how F'ed up I am, she won't like me."Hmm.Chad.F'ed up? Not a chance. Or maybe all this while, I haven't had the chance to know him that well.But still.Nah.Not a fat chance.

Maybe,Possibly.

2011-12-05T19:28:00.005+08:00

Tom and Robbie(from left to right) from Angus,Thongs and Perfect Snogging (2008)

I had just returned from Khairina's house and decided to go home by taking a shortcut and cutting to the back of her house, passing by the Matahari Clubhouse. From where I was walking,I was the outside looking in.I was indeed, outside the clubhouse but I could look into the compound. And there I saw him.

He was taking a shower by the pool. He is fair-skinned, dark hair and had subtle abs.
I turned to look at him and walked closer to see more.
Who is that? Wait, Who is that?

I walked around to see more and more of him.
There are two hims.
He has a brother, who looks to be older than him.
They're here with a Malay friend who isn't the ugliest nor is he the hottest Malay I've seen.
He jumped into the pool, carrying a ball over his head, passing it to his Malay friend.
They were running around,swimming while throwing ball at each other.

God,was he hot.
I ran back home, running up to room.
I punched in Alia's number on the phone and called to give her the full report.
Now she gave me a Million Dollar Question which I don't have the answer to.
Not now.Maybe not ever.

Are they here visiting or are they residents?
No, that can't be 'cause if they are residents here, I would've seen them around.
Well,I haven't been out for a long time so I might not have noticed them anyway
if I did not come out today.
They could be new.
Maybe,maybe.

But,for now I think I'll call you Dean.
Dean.
For now.

Jackson Whittemore and Allison Argent from Teen Wolf (TV Series 2011)

Stupidity Leak!

2011-12-03T23:24:00.122+08:00

I had a fun time sleeping over at Alia's Grandma's place over the weekend.The both of us had a good time. My parents dropped me off at her house after we had lunch together at Nasi Ayam Chee Meng at Old Kland Road. Her grandfather greeted me at the door and said "Oh,dating ber dating dengan Alia ke?" Awkward.We watched Dirty Dancing (1987) but, things got pretty awkward in the movie especially, the dirty dancing and halfway through the movie, the CD got messed up and couldn't play it properly.Oh well. I CARRIED A WATERMELON.Her mom brought us out that day.I didn't know we were going out well,Alia didn't tell me beforehand that her mom was taking us out.I didn't pack anything nice to go out in. Luckily, I had a black and red sparkly t-shirt so I changed into that.

We got in the car, the both of us girls sitting at the back seat with her mom sitting at the front, behind the steering wheel,driving us for a meal. Aunty initially planned to take the both of us to Ichiba Ramen, a Japanese cuisine restaurant at IPC Shopping Centre but, we left the house a wee bit too late and got caught in quite a traffic jam so, she made a turn and we were downtown. Alia suggested that we have sandwiches at Subway Sandwiches. I was trying so hard to eat through my sandwich without picking out the vegetables one by one.Who am I kidding?I don't like vegetables in my sandwiches.I don't even eat sandwiches that much. So who am I trying to kid?I was trying to be poised while I ate in front of my friend's parent.That's who I am trying to kid.Myself and her mom.That's who.

After having a meal at Subway Sandwiches, we had dessert at +Wondermilk. We walked up to the counter and Aunty ordered us some cupcakes for us to share and Super Fries with one of the cupcakes being John Lemon. We picked a seat and grabbed a magazine for the both of us to read. It was a men's magazine. She read the same 2009 issue with Afiqah when they brought Afiqah there with them and now, she was reading it with me. She needed to point out the article about The Beatles' Magical Mystery Tour catalogue being reissued.Her mom even bought us two 2012 calendars off the counter. Alia was exchanging glances with me from across the table, looking past me. Crazy eyes,I call them.I didn't really get her really until we were on our way out.

There was this really hot Malay guy who was fair-skinned, skinny,wearing a blue 3/4 shirt. He was sitting outside,smoking.The switch to my insides turned off and shut down.Literally.We gave a sideways glance to him and as we were walking towards the car,I made the biggest mistake of looking past my shoulders and looking back at him.He and his friend were staring at me.Alia:"Everybody knows that you should never look back.Never look back.Just don't."FFFFFFUUUUUU

Afterwards, Aunty needed to do some business at the RHB ATM machine.She brought us for some drinks of bubble tea at Chatime Malaysia so we could wait for her there while she walks across to the ATM machines.Her legs got tired so, she thought she could send us both there to run an errand for her so, she wrote down on a piece of paper the instructions. She changed her mind later, thinking we couldn't be trusted and held responsible to run an errand for her at the bank, saying girls like us with the baby face are not matured and not responsible and something along those lines.So, in the end all three of us went there, together.

*kawaii desu*

We were crossing the road, walking back to the car to go back home.It was getting late and we needed to go for our walk. Sembahyang Asar pun belum. So she pulled the key into the ignition but the car wouldn't start.Many failed attempts and tries and bismillahs and doa(s) recited later, we're still in the car, under the hot sun in the hot hot heat.Lol Hot Hot Heat is a band. Her mom tried calling someone at the house. Anybody from the house.Anyone who was at home.Alia's grandparents, dad maybe? Great. Her phone credit's all used up.Alia and I had to walk a couple blocks away,over at the nearest 7-Eleven to buy a 10 Ringgit top up credit for her. We were walking really slowly, with my iPod earplugs in both sides of each other's ears.

Ten light years later, her grandmother pulled up to the side of the road and we hopped in, leaving the car we left the house with at our parking spot, right in front of Chatime. We later, went out with her grandparents, all in our jammies in the late late night to go back to our parking spot and check on the car and if in any case, might be needing a jumpstart.It didn't. Alia must've accidentally shifted the gear to Neutral instead of Park on the PRINDL. lol Mr Mosbee teaches London how to drive. And then Mr. Mosbee says,"Alright, let's put the car into drive." and then London goes, "huh?" and then Mr. Mosbee says, "On the gear shift." And Lodon says, "Oh, you mean the PRNDL ?(Prindle)" And Mr. Mosbee goes, "Are you refering to the gear shift with the letters P R N D L?" And then London says, "I'm not a child Mosbee, I know what a PRNDL is!"

At Subway Sandwiches.

We spent the night,watching Scream (1996), the DVD I bought them for our sleepover. We screamed while we ate Laksa at the dinner table. We were initially told to study and do some revision since, Alia's grandma thinks I promised my mom that Alia would be tutoring me on Maths during the sleepover which was,so not true. My mom knows that we are so definitely not going to study during our sleepover and that was why I had to study throughout the whole week to make up for the time lost during the sleepover this weekend.We initially had only an hour and a half of the Internet to ourselves, only to be used on Youtube only but, we broke that one and brought the laptop upstairs and watched A Hard Day's Night (1964) and started stalking The Beatles one by one and other people,just dissing some and yeah that was pretty much it.

We even watched Scream 4 (2011) which was shit, as in it was shitty not the shit while Alia sat on the bed, listening to The Beatles and putting my iPod on the maximum volume so that I could hear it even from the other end of the room, where I was seated at the study table while the laptop was charging and I was watching the movie.We bugged my parents at 7 in the morning, to tell them to pick me up that day later, say 8 at night. My dad picked up his phone, sounding really sleepy and groggy and passed the phone to my mum who sounded wide-awake and happy to hear from me.On the line.

At +Wondermilk.

We woke up the next day at one to the sounds of her dad at the other end of the bedroom door, calling us to wake up.Thank God we called my parents in advanced or else it wouldn't be her dad on the other end of the door, it'll be my mom in her tudung with her bag over her shoulder,waking us up, rushing me to get dressed and get ready and ready ready ready to go.Home. We just finished eating leftover laksa when her mom sat down in the living room, on her phone telling Alia to get ready.She had her ballet class at 2.30 and we were about to get her ready at 2.30.

I couldn't follow her in her class.I ended up waiting for her outside, in the waiting room with my iPod in both my ears.I was rolling my eyes and going up and down, up and down.I've only been waiting there for a while and I already saw to girls, walk past me into the changing room, carrying their Marc Jacob tote bag where they put clothes to change into. Afterwards, we went to +Wondermilk again, her mom picked us up with her friend after the both of them went to a new restaurant which just opened there.They said they ordered Chilli Fries there, which were unfortunately served as shoe string fries with a side of chili sauce. That is sad.Sad,really.

We saw our senior, Aleeza Zaki there, at +Wondermilk who had a whole table to herself, with a lot of test papers and revision books spread across the table in front of her. We spent the next few hours, on the laptop watching Angus,Thongs and Perfect Snogging (2008) and Help! (1965) and stalking The Beatles, yet again and just before my mom came to pick me up, she had me play her She Loves You by The Beatles on piano though I practically,screwed my way through the song. It was a good sleepover and I hope to have more with her throughout this holidays, alternating from her house to my house from her house to my house and so.

Today I am a happy child.

2011-11-28T22:49:00.004+08:00

Today I am indeed, a happy child.
Went to the Big Bad Wolf Aftermath Sale at South City Plaza and
decided to start a new collection of The BabySitter's Club book series by Ann M.Martin.
You see, I used to be an avid collector of the series and I was moving up to high school and
somehow decided to get rid of my collection thought not complete and donate it to
non other than SK Bukit Rimau. They don't deserve it.They really don't.
While I was reading through my favorite online magazine, Rookie by Tavi Gevinson
I came across this article Literally the Best Thing Ever: The Baby-Sitter's Club.
and I decided to collect it again.

So,I am indeed a happy child.I bought a lot of The BabySitter's Club books by Ann M. Martin and also other novels:

Staying Fat For Sarah Byrnes by Chris Crutcher,
Geography Club by Brent Hartinger,
Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt,
Shop Dead by Kate Cann and
Sorceress by Celia Rees.

Then,we went to Ampcorp Mall and I saw Supersuper magazine there heehee but instead, I bought a Tokion Factory issue with Marina and the Diamonds on the cover. Papa and I dropped Mama and the two maids to see Nani in University Hospital while the two of us went to Starbucks and I had a Stubbs toffee nut frappucino.Again,I am indeed indeed indeed a happy child.Today.Don't make me feel bad for ditching my visit to Nani by going for a Stubbs drink,I'm visiting her tomorrow as I also visited her yesterday:

Welcome Leslie Lau/MOSH.

2011-11-25T22:16:00.061+08:00

For the past two days-yesterday and today included, I've been attending a holiday workshop. I signed up for the NST-NIE Produce a Slick School Magazine holiday workshop organized by the New Straits Time. Our facilitator, Abang Irwan Ismail is a graphic designer and have been graphic designing since 1998. According to him, during out Q&A, what inspired him to take up graphic designing and become a graphic designer was when he was at a mamak stall and there, seated at a table were a group of men, carrying their portfolios and comparing each others' sketches.It moved him and he found himself approaching the group of men and ask them what is it that they do with their portfolios and what sort of qualifications would he need in order to be a graphic designer like them. And answering Fatin Cam and my question, he replied saying he might take up architecture if he weren't a graphic designer.But which he is and that is why he was our facilitator.

DAY ONE- Think of the most awkward conversation between two siblings you can intentionally eavesdrop on or overhear in the toilet.Thought of any?No?Yes?Well I overheard these two sisters; one's sixteen and the other is thirteen.The younger one just went out of the cubicle and the older one asked her ," Shee Shee ke?" and the younger one replied, " Ya lah. Shee Shee lah. Apa lagi?" I just stared at the both of them, wide-eyed. They're both from Kota Kemuning okay but don't bother asking me their names 'cause I don't know them.

Credits to: Zainab Sofiah Pin Binti Shariman

I was partnered with my very own cousin, Puteri Nur Diana. Together, we came up with the magazine MOSH.MOSH is a lifestyle magazine.The concept of our first issue is stepping out of your comfort zone ; thinking outside out of the box and doing or trying something new for a change. In that particular issue, we have listed some weird food to taste or try at least once in your lifetime.We researched some very weird ice-cream flavors that are actually available from all around the world. Some of them being horse flesh ice-cream which is real horse meat in vanilla ice-cream, cheese and spaghetti ice-cream, squid ink ice-cream, Aqutak a.k.a. Eskimo ice-cream which is made with seal or whale oil mixed with berries and garlic ice-cream. We also featured three under rated artistes okay maybe not under rated since we had (ugh!) Greyson Chance featured but we also had my favorite psychedelic With House duo Crystal Castles and my favorite man band McFLY. hee hee.

Credits to: Zainab Sofiah Pin Binti Shariman

At the end of Day 2, we had all nine magazines shown at the front of the class with the projector. He gave us an A for our effort, in producing our very own SeaMaster drinking water advertisement which was placed at the last page, as the back cover of the mini magazine. We were advertising the new SeaMaster 0.23 litre drinking water with new packaging.Basically, he gave all of us an A but, his personal favorite was Fatin Cam and Arina's photography magazine.My favorite magazine was the fashion magazine, the dog magazine and the photography magazine. I think our MOSH could've done better. It looked better in my head while I was planning it up there.*le creys le sighs*

Speaking of Arina,she's my new friend. She is sixteen and from SMK Seri Hartamas after moving from Assunta Girls' School in Petaling Jaya which is apparently ,our school Sri Aman's rival school.I don't even know why.Personally I have nothing against that school, the teachers and the students there since (a) I don't know anyone from there except I do know a few people from its' primary school (b) I am not familiar with the schools in Petaling Jaya and where they are located (c) I don't even know where it is or maybe I do but, I'm just not quite sure.

All in all, I had a good time.Oh, and Alia called me today:)

I told her about my two-day holiday workshop and we were dissing rempits and

discussing Jonathan Rhys Meyers and the 2005 Elvis mini-series and she was listening to it

on the other side of the line as I pressed the phone close to the speakers. heehee.

I asked Papa if I was annoying and he said no,I wasn't. Now with that being his reply, HE is annoying and there's no doubt about that.

P.S. I was fixing my hair in the toilet and Diana said that I looked like Deena. She dared compare me to her. I'm sorry but she is the last person I'd like to be compared to or compared with.Just saying.

ON DUTY/OFF DUTY.

2011-11-20T21:31:00.013+08:00

Selamat Pengantin Baru!

I was a part of the Bride's Team for Aunty Oni's wedding today.

She and her husband picked two auspicious dates for the two Big Day(s).

11-11-11 was the Akad Nikah, engagement.

And today on the 20-11-2011 is the wedding reception.

I was meant to hand out cakes and Choki Choki to the guests as they arrive at the main entrance.

GO BRIDE'S TEAM!

The Ugly Truth.

2011-11-14T22:57:00.076+08:00

Well, the prefects are gone now.They've gone some place for a prefect's camp. Now that they're out of our hair, we can do whatever we want at school.Not true.Not all of them are gone, the Form Five prefects are still here and some have stayed and not gone off for their camp.I don't hate all prefects. I guess I have nothing against them.It's just Emily who just so happens,shares the same class as me and she makes things no fun. She comes into the class, racing waving test papers in the air while she stands at the front of the class. She demerits people but, I guess these past few months have been okay with her. She learned to loosen up a bit and not be so uptight.Good for her.

I guess it's not my fault that I have this natural thing against prefects.No not Emily.Not Sri Aman prefects either.Just prefects, in general. You see I was a prefect in my primary school.I was hand picked by the school principal and was put as pengawas percubaan for half a year when I was 8 and a year later, when I was 9,I became a school prefect.The tailors came to school had me and the rest of us fitted for our pants, skirts, blazers and vests. I was pretty happy then.I stood at the sides of the students during assembly and shushed them and told them to shut their books when there were announcements going on. I was pretty responsible, doing all my duties.

I slowly started slacking and came late to school, showing up with long fingernails. My name was in the record book in the prefect's room a lot.I sometimes got called down to see Ustaz Hafiz along with Phey Ee and the rest of our clique, Gangstarz. We had a few arguments,rows. Some boys would complain to the teacher and he would make us all come down and sit down with him at the back of the teacher's lounge and explain to him what our problem was. He would then tell us to stand up and face each other, apologize. We officially apologize to each other in class, within a few hours prior to the argument. Then, I got sacked in Standard 5 then,I became a rebel till this day and that is why I have something against prefects since I myself was one.Back in the days when I was called Sophie.Ugh.

Okay,let's get back on track.Today was good.Emily was gone. Phoebe had her laptop with her. We sat huddled at the back of the class.Me,Alia and Phoebe. We played the game that the Ace Team played in the movie Angus,Thongs and Perfect Snogging. We rated each other's main key features nominally the nose, the eyes, the eye brows, the lashes, the lips, the teeth, hair, height, skin and boobs. We rated each other and gave points out of 20 because either two of us rates one. Alia and I were rating Phoebe then Phoebe and Alia rated me then, Phoebe and I rated Alia. The hash tag points out to which key feature we were best with among the three of us. So,I guess I have the best skin between the three of us while Alia has the best eyes, lashes, eye brows, lips, teeth and hair. Phoebe has the best nose and boobs.

Here comes the bride, all dressed in blue and white.

We watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off.I can now quote the whole day with Phoebe and Alia without walking away, feeling left out. You're Abe From an. That's right I'm Abe From an.The Sausage King of Chicago. Look, I'm very busy why don't you take the kids and go back to the clubhouse.Are you suggesting that I'm not who I say I am? I'm suggesting that you leave before I have to get snooty.Snooty?Snotty.Snotty?

God only knows how tiring it can be to sit in class with no teachers to check up on us and do nothing whatsoever, wasting our time just like that.Like*snaps fingers* THAT! Alia just placed her head on the desk and tidur macam tak sedar diri, tak seder langsung dengan her surroundings. Phoebe and I decided to be cheeky and laid different different cards around her.We stood on tip toe, standing close to her. I kissed her forehead once.No jolt ,no movement. I kissed her forehead again, Wakey wakey sleepy head! She rubbed at her eyes and looked up from her buried face. She scanned the cards lying all around her. "What is this deep shit?" The both of us, Phoebe and I ran away, laughing and she continued sleeping.

It was a good day.It's just the ugly truth that we have to face.That all of us are not perfect, we have our flaws and our pluses and minuses. We can't all be equally perfect but, we're all equally beautiful. Me, Alia and Phoebe.

A party to be called whatever you want.

2011-11-12T22:46:00.065+08:00

Alia and Rebecca were sitting side by side on two different tables and I was sitting across from Rebecca. That's when she pulled up a chair and sat beside me, across from Alia. She told me to move away and sit some place else.She asked me not to sit there well, I made a big fuss but Alia told me not to fight back and just move as told.So,I moved my chair and sat at the edge of Rebecca's table,beside her.Well,I'm sorry you pulled the teacher's chair to sit beside us, right beside me and then you tell me to sit some place else.Did I ask you to sit beside me, with us?Why don't you find some place else to sit then,eh?

P.S. I wasn't talking about Sharlina just in case you assumed that I was talking about her when I just so wanted to mention this as the start of my post cause it was the start of my day ; yesterday. But just so happens the first picture is of Sharlina.Don't you even think by my writing this warning in red that I'm denying the fact that I am indeed writing about Sharlina 'cause I am most definitely not. Go ask Alia and Rebecca.They're my witnesses.

Then Puan Amarjit comes to our class 'cause we were being noisy and all.We shifted the day before to 3 Damai because our tables and chairs were being used in the hall to prepare for next week's SPM examinations for our Form Five seniors.Good Luck!So anyway back to the point.Puan Amarjit came to our class well,technically it's not our class,it's 3 Damai.She came by and popped her head into the door and looked in.We were making a lot of noise,as usual.It is our last few days of school.It was the day of our class party."Why are y'all making so much of noise?Why are y'all seated in little groups?Why don't y'all take out your books or something and read.You already got your Form 3 books for next year already, correct?Why don't y'all bring one book to school and read it?"srsly brah.yu van us to read 4 Form 3? how about no brah?

Just a day before someone else was being offensive,indirectly. She was being indirect, hinting and hinting, being all subtle but I was offended alright.I was talking loudly in class with Alia, Regina and Reshna. She came into class and sat in a corner from us."Is that what you have been doing whole day long?Talking non stop?Don't you ever get tired?"I looked over my shoulder "No."Okay, that was just being rude,offensive and insulting.If you wanna point out that I was talking loudly and could I possibly tone it down a little then say so.Directly.Don't hide your intentions and try to be all subtle.It's not working.Not for me.

Now,back to yesterday's class party.If I were you and if you were there,I wouldn't have called it a class party or any sort of party. The tables were set.At the far corner, we had fizzy drinks and sodas, a big bag of candy courtesy of Sharlina and lemon meringue pie.We had to wait for the food.The party was initially set to start at 10,right after our morning recess.But, Dominos Pizza starts business at 10.30. Emily and Cynthia went to Dominos in Jalan Gasing with Puan Sabrina who was nice enough to send them there as she too was going to the same place to order for her own class, 1 Bakti.

Our own class teacher was M.I.A. She was present and in school alright but M.I.A. To pass the time, Regina, Reshna,Vanessa,Alia,Rebecca,Eleena and I decided to mix all the fizzy drinks into our own, respective cups.You know like how, adults like to mix their vodka and beer and what nots? We made a circle around the dustbin a.k.a The Circle of Death, you know just in case either one of us needed to barf or spit it out. We had many rounds of rock paper scissors and in each round the people who played the least number of rock/paper/scissors has to take a sip of the concoction. I was the first to drink up.It was okay. We got bored out of that.So, we decided to go Bottoms up and drink it all up at the same time.

All of them spat it out and Reshna was already rolling on the floor. Vanessa kept spitting and spitting into our The Circle of Death.I was the last to finish it all up.I drank it all up,by myself.They looked up at me and said that I was sick and drunk. I was indeed. I took a whole bottle of F&N Zapple and drank it up from the cap.Holding it like how a drunken man from a cheap pub would hold his bottle of beer. Like a whole swig of beer.In my case, a whole big load of a swig of Zapple.*smiles*

Diana and Deliza came knocking at the door, inviting me over to their class party over at 2 Bakti. I was shy as I walked into their class.The whole of DOTS were there, sitting at the right corner of the class, holding lots of DSLRs and ring leader,Aina stared at me with her eyes wide open as I stared back. Diana pulled me a chair and made me feel quite at home though,I was feeling awkward as though many pairs of DOTS eyes were on me.I had Nando's and ice-cream cake there.It was nice there.They had their class group photo and almost all of their class came.By the time I got back to my party, the pizza came and gone just like that.

Right after school, we went to Nani's house to change and get dressed for Aunty Oni's engagement party. Nani wasn't home.She is being warded into the hospital for 2 weeks or so. Get well soon,Nani. Oh and oh I wore a tudung for the engagement party 'cause it being held at a masjid required me to cover up and wear a tudung. Aunty Min actually thought that I was wearing it full-time.No way.Not for now.I will wear it in the future when I get the hidayah but before I get committed, I must be close to perfect with all my obligations to Islam first.Some said I looked pretty in it.You be the judge.*winks and signs off*

I have dimples on my legs;they smile:)

2011-11-10T18:47:00.003+08:00

What a perfect ending to a horrible day.Emily just had to volunteer herself and pick up our test papers from our oh-so-busy teachers like,just leave them alone and let them take their own sweet time before finally handing us our papers.Heck,or even just wait till our Open Day next Tuesday to know our results.But no! She had to burst into 3 Damai(we moved there since they needed our tables and chairs in the hall for SPM examinations) waving our test papers in the air."I got our test papers!I got our test papers!"It just came one after the other.It couldn't get any worse than that.

And there I was,I just decided that I wanted to be a Psychologist.Since when?Since yesterday?Anybody I know that are psychologists? Aunty Ida and Khairina's sis Qisthina is studying in college to be one. I just wanna study about the human nature,the human behavior and why we are the way we are. I wanna help people,people like Zaem who is autistic, people like Khairuddin who is dyslexic and I don't know what that means and a simple Wikipedia read won't help that much in helping them so,I decided I wanted to be a psychologist.

Let's face it.I know how I have always wanted to be a fashion designer but you know that it might not necessarily work out. You just can't be sure of the success or the results you will get in return and it will be hard to make it big in the fashion industry,it's tough.But,I have my idols: Betsey Johnson and my style icon/ fashion blogger Tavi Gevinson though I did wanna be a singer in primary school because of my pop divas Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff.

So what better way to mix all of them together: music,fashion,writing?By being a psychologist.I can picture myself already.Picture me with a bob or maybe,a long do wearing a vintage dress under a cashmere cardigan fitted with a slim belt at the waist.Oh, and don't forget my platform sneakers!Think Emma from Glee.I can be cool like Val from Awkward, but she's more of a school guidance counselor.Heck, they're both school guidance counselors.Fictional school guidance counselors.Actresses.Hollywood.Purely fictional.Fictional characters in a Tv show.In a hit Tv series.

We have been planning this party for ages since, before our Year End Examinations even started. It was initially planned to be on the last day of our exams,on a Thursday, specifically the 3rd of November 2011 but with a change of plans, we decided to have it after Hari Raya Aidiladha, meaning today.This Thursday. My Thursday.Today Thursday.It's specifically for Muslim students of 2 Gigih/2 Fasih 2011.Those studying with Ustazah Nazatul.We had a pizza party.Ustazah bought us lots of Dominos delivery, Cheezels, soda and soft drinks and sugary sweet candy.

Yeah,it was fun and Phoebe Chan Yi Jing decided to crash.I have a trademark now.I changed the lyrics of Sexy and I know it by LMFAO.Che-che-che-cheeeck it out:

Ku seksi dan ku tahu

(I'm sexy and I know it)

Hei

tengoklah badan itu

(girl,look at that body)

Hei

(Ah)

tengoklah badan itu

(girl,look at that body)

Hei

(Ah)

tengoklah badan itu

(girl,look at that body)

A-aku bersenam

(I-I work out)

Golekgolekgolekgolekgolek

(wigglewigglewigglewigglewiggle)

YA!

(yea)

Golehgolekgolekgolekgolek

(wigglewigglewigglewigglewiggle)

Ya!

(yea)

A-aku bersenam.

(I-I work out.)

Yup,definitely the perfect ending to a very crappy day.Thank God Alia came to school today or else I would've killed her.Do you know that I have anger management problems.It's not severe but,I bet it's getting there.It's even worse when I'm on my period.I hit Alia's knuckles real hard, and her knees and I slammed my hand on the table many times today.I'm sorry.I do say sorry right after cause I feel bad and sorry for lashing out at these innocent victims.I'm sorry.

P.S. (referring to the title and the story behind it) I don't remember what I said but, I said something else and Alia thought something entirely different from what I said so she asked me, "What?Your legs have dimples?"I replied rather sarcastically,"Yeah, totally.They smile." Hence,the title.The end.

I smell armpits, you smell cigarettes.

2011-11-06T20:33:00.035+08:00

Warning: This will be yet another one of those posts where I ramble and crap the whole way through. The contents of this post have nothing whatsoever to do with the purpose of this post which is AidilAdha or the pictures inserted here that were taken on that day. This title, too has nothing to do with any of it.Let me explain first. I was tweeting with Fatin Cam and I was in the library and she said that while I was here smelling armpits she was over there, somewhere out there, smelling cigarettes hence, the title.

OMG,I'm in the library in the Matahari Clubhouse, using their free WiFi. Yes, I do not have Internet at home and have resorted to following my dad here while he's at the gym and I am here. It's called a library for a reason-a comfy place away from home to study, surf the Internet, read books and enjoy some peace and quiet. While I am here breathing armpits, Chinese natural B.O., smelling room and smelly environment, Fatin Cam is somewhere tweeting and tweeting with me, smelling cigarettes. God, now about time with the peace and quiet.Now, you done with all the chee cheong fun-ing. No?

Happy Aidil Adha. To all Muslims, non-Muslims, believers and the non-believers though we are supposed to shun the non-believers but that's a matter that's not to be touched for now. To all the animals- cows, goats, sheep, chickens, camels slaughtered, waiting to be slaughtered mercilessly, already slaughtered, waiting to be cooked on the bonfire.This is for all of you.

Eleni told me about this little roach. Tu lah kan. Budak-budak law faculty ni kan, nak belajar tinggi-tinggi, belajar law, nak jade lawyer but they don't have loyalty instilled in them. Eleni didn't get it.She turned to me, " I said loyalty." I was making a joke. When people just don't get your jokes. YOU'RE NOT INVITED TO MY PARTY!!!!!!wait,what party?SHUT UP!!!!!I'm basically ranting right now since (a) I just can't seem to concentrate with my earphones plugged in to Oasis (b) kids in the other room having Cody Simpson on loud speaker (c) a study group of upper high school chinese boys listening to some Korean or Japanese, I just can't differentiate between them both while talking loudly (d) those same kids in the next room are singing, running around, shouting "i hate you" to each other.

Well,boo. I hate you too. What's wrong with me?What's my problem?I have a problem with the world. The world this place has become.I hate mankind.I hate what mankind has turned this world into. I hate humans. Most importantly,I hate you in particular. Why are you trying so hard, girls? Straining your vocal chords like that? I think the correct term is falsetto.Yep, you're using your falsettos.Proplr day falsettos are often used when you can't reach high notes or go so low in a song but,sorry.I beg to differ.I think you're only using your falsettos when you can't reach any note whatsoever.Meaning,you can't sing and you're just trying so hard to prove wrong.That,you indeed can sing too like your oh-so-favourite pop stars who depend on the magic and technology of auto tone.

Okay, guess the previous two paragraphs and everything that I have started writing for this blog post was crap, gone way overhand and way out of the topic.What a waste of time and thought.All beside the point but,not to fret.I am getting there. Sooner.Soon.Now.

"You need to lose weight.I want my grand daughter to be beautiful, sexy."Wait, hold that thought. You think that if I made the effort and lost some weight I'd be the grand daughter, your grand daughter that is quote " beautiful and sexy."? Well, in that case not gonna happen.I beg to differ.Are you saying that only by losing some weight, I'd be beautiful and sexy?Well, I think you're wrong. I like my body just the way it is though you should see how I curse at all the models in Teen Vogue and on Australia/British/ America's Next Top Model. Khloe Kardashian is big,bold and beautiful.I love her.She loves her.

So,if you think jolly well think that I am going to look beautiful and sexy by losing some weight,I think you're wrong,wrong,wrong. Nani doesn't think it's wrong to have some meat in me.So,be it. I had that thought boiling inside me and look where it got me.I woke up the next day in a bad mood because of you. Because of that thought well, you know what. I don't care.I am sorry for wasting your time, wasting my time by blogging this piece of crap and rambles which have nothing whatsoever to do with Aidiladha or the pictures taken on that day.My apologies.

Hummingbird is made of Hummingbird.

2011-10-28T10:21:00.036+08:00

Farah and I were looking through the menu at Treats, we were done with our lunch and after a long talk, we got hungry again and decided to order dessert. We flipped to the Desserts page of the menu and came across an interesting cake with the name Hummingbird. Farah asked me, "What's Hummingbird? Looks Interesting." Her younger brother, who was sitting across from us decided to interrupt, "Hummingbird (referring to the cake) is made of Hummingbird (now,referring to the bird.)" We looked at each other, "Eww."

We both decided that we looked old here. No more flash equilibrium(s).

Farah took time off her holiday to have lunch with me at Treats, Kota Kemuning. I dressed myself in my newly-bought blouse from home before going to Piano class. I don't usually dress up for my class, usually opting for sweat pants and a t-shirt. Teacher Pam was surprised to see me all dressed up,as she opened the front door for me. She asked me what the occasion was. I told her I was going to see my friend for lunch at Treats and then,she started asking me what was good there? Well, I don't know since I haven't eaten there for a long time well, not since yesterday of course.

Piano class was good. She liked my playing of The Beatles' Eleanor Rigby and I got a colorful cupcake stamper for that. I learned to play two other Beatles' songs yesterday; Michelle and She Loves You. She Loves You is a bit of a challenge for me-on the left hand where I play chords on an off beat. I get it then, I just lose it. Like,I'm all up in my game, all in the zone then, I lose focus, lose touch and the chords go flowing down like messy little raindrops.Ha.

My mom picked me up straight from piano class and we drove to Treats. They weren't there yet, so we sat down and picked up some magazines. God,were the magazines old. I read through a 2008 issue of Girlfriend when, my mom smiled past me and said Hi. Farah and Adam walked in through the doors, Aunty Shazelina dropped them there first before going to the bank to take out some money. Farah sat beside me, while Adam sat across from us beside my mother.

It was real awkward first, as it usually is. We haven't met each other for a long time, the last time was two months ago- the fasting month. We couldn't have a sleepover then,it'd be inconvenient though we had one in last year's fasting month at her place. We still couldn't have a sleepover this time- I have my year- end examinations coming up next week and she has a lot of homework,graded homework to be done in a week's holiday. She lives in Penang, her dad works there now and she goes to an international school there- Fairview International School where she is doing her Form Four studies while I'm still trying to pass my Form Two year-ends and have my PMR examination to stress about next year.

Well,it was awkward at first as it usually is when we meet each other after a long parting of ways.What with my mom being there, sitting right in front of us, making me feel a little more uncomfortable than I already am. When Aunty Shazelina came in, my mom moved in to the seat beside us, giving us more "space and privacy" seeing as we needed it. I never knew just how much I missed her till I saw her yesterday. She tells me I need to meet her friends over there since they're all crazy and have some loose screws up in the head like me!I've been telling all about her to Alia as well. I miss you.

:He said turn 68,you'll renegotiate.

2011-10-24T23:19:00.020+08:00

Azizah Bee bt. Ghows Khan.

Words cannot express just how much I love you so much.

For many their first few words as a young infant usually include mama, papa, dada..

Mine included nani and unfortunately for me, tok mama and tok abah.

But we will not talk about them for we will talk about nani and nani only will we talk about.

My childhood memories are a bit blurred and I might and do not remember much but,what I do remember is this: in our home in Seremban, I would crawl around the house and you would crawl with me, following closely behind. I remember, when I was slightly older,in my toddler years in our rented house in TTDI Shah Alam and you carried me out at the porch. I like it when you were much healthier and you were able to walk. We would call a cab, go to Jaya Supermarket and walk straight to Cold Storage and do your grocery shopping. We would then, walk over to the bakery or Famous Amos before heading up to have our meal at Cable Car and have the usual: chicken chop with the same Malay waiter, waiting our table.

Jaya Supermarket has long collapsed for future projects.Cable Car has relocated and has been renamed to Tram Car. We would also walk over to Metro Jaya,which was where your Digital Mall is now and go to the kids' department and buy me toys. I remember picking out some items for your house like, cushion covers and new rugs which was approved by my mother and Mr. Tigeeer a.k.a. Uncle Din k lol. We would walk down to Coffee Bean and she'd hand me a ten ringgit note and I'd get myself an Ice Blended.

Those days were long gone, you're not that healthy anymore and when I say we go out, I mean we go out to the living room or to the dining room. Ha. I love you so much.

Marco Polo/Yoko Ono.

2011-10-13T18:41:00.040+08:00

Alia Aishah Azahari, well 'nuff said that this girl, Sofiah Shariman well she loves you yeah yeah yeah. She loves you and you know that can't be bad.She said she loves you and you know you should be glad! She has been bugging me for the past month or so about The Beatles and when I say something, she interrupts me to just casually mention something about The Beatles. She printed me her personal Beatles' recommendations and four pictures of John Lemon and my Paul, seperately. Fine, you got me. I am currently turned on to The Beatles. Thanks a lot.

She has being going on and on and on about the many many many Beatles' books she saw at Borders and complaining how expensive they were. Oh, and no I did not get to go to Rockaway Fest 2011 though, I did have some VIP tickets with me. Blame the authorities. So, to make it up to me my parents brought me all the way to MARDI in Serdang for the Big Bad Wolf book warehouse sale there and on the way out, I saw heaps and heaps of bio books on tall stacks. Many of Pink Floyd, Madonna and so on. I saw The Beatles and John Lennon and decided to pick up the latter for Miss Alia Aishah.It was the last one left.

Well, now that I got you your book you should very well shut up about it and if you do not hug me, sumpah you seorang yang tak senonoh and tak bersyukur, I tak suka. You must be wondering why I have pictures of cupcakes when I'm talking about something so very different than what the pictures/ title implies. Well, you should've seen her face when I told her about the book and that was before I even handed her the book. She hugged me and she never does 'cause Alia Aishah well, she's just not the kind of friend for me to hug nor is it normal for her to hug me 'cause that's just so gay right? Well, she got home that same day and bought baking supplies and baked me a tupperware full of Red Velvet cuppies :)

SOFIAH, it's gonna sound bloody cheesy but I really, really, really SINCERELY appreciate what you got me.My FIRST ever beatles Merchandise comes from YOU!that seriously goes down in HISTORY yeah yeah yeah! I Love THE BOOK to much. YOU are so stupendous and legit, similar to PAUL McCartney. BTW, I'm John Lennon and you are YOKO. JUST kidding, lol, I Lennon you. Just because. I'm not a SENTIMENTAL freak like you, it doesn't mean aku tak Bersyukur,ok aku SENONOH!

Also, do tell your mom i say thanks so much! Enjoy the cup pies! FROM ME TO YOU lol, geddit? It's a song by them!

Picture Me in a boat on a RiVeR with tangerine trees and a marmalade sky.

-AliA xxx

Yup, that was what was inserted in the envelope with my name on it, Zainab Sofiah Pin on a sesat-ed blue Christmas card?Also inserted in the envelope, was a picture of us swaggin' during ICCPJ All Around The World Carnival 2011 at La Salle, PJ. She just had to print the ugliest picture of me though,my mom described us using the word "cute". Right.No shit. Now, Phoebe, Damilia, Alia and I have this navigational game we play just so, we know each of us are paying attention to one another and just so we know where to look when one of us gets lost.I'm pretty sure all of you are familiar with Marco Polo well, we changed it to Yoko Ono. One of us shouts Yoko from a distance and the other replies with Ono. We do that in class when I'm sitting right in front and they are sitting at the back and the class is so boring, I couldn't agree more kind of thing?yeah yeah yeah.

Doodle Drool.

2011-10-09T01:56:00.000+08:00

Rocket Fuel.

2011-09-30T19:43:00.003+08:00

Just two days ago Sharlina's friend told her how cool our school was.Apparently he is some environmentally conscious freak and was gushing over our rain water harvesting program and our recycle bins courtesy of the Rotary Club of Petaling Jaya and our solar panel in the PIBG block. No,I have not met him nor do I know who she was referring to. Two days ago, our school hosted the annual Eco Music Fest 2011 in our very own Sri Aman, inviting other schools' eco bands even from as far as Sarawak. We initially invited schools from other countries but we didn't have enough funds to fund them here and provide their transportation, their accommodations and food and drinks so the other ASEAN countries we invited pulled out of our program.

The whole day was really a big waste of time.Us in the four cabin classes ; 4 Science Amanah, 2 Erat, 2 Fasih and 2 Gigih had to move the day before on Tuesday up to the block furthest to the back of our school, the highest floor up in the Form Five classes. Word goes round that one of the Form 5 classes is haunted and there has been some odd sightings there. I had paid eight bucks last week to see an exhibition; well two exhibitions, Omnistar Planetarium in the gallery and the Flight Simulator up in the Makmal Komputer ASEANNet. It was only available to a select few in the concept of siapa cepat, did dap at kind of thing. The AJK Science of each class gets a free ticket to go.

The rest of the class who didn't want to waste eight old buckeroos stayed in class, upstairs in the Form Five block, not studying. I stayed in class as well while waiting for my exhibition slot to begin. We just did old random shit in class, like playing Would you rather? and Hangman and doodling with the class marker on the whiteboard while eating Mentos. I had to stay in class after I was done, wandering about the school looking at the other exhibitions being held in the cabin classes, using up our classes. Our class, 2 Gigih had the koperasi do some sales there.Boring though, I bought some Kit Kat ;)

4 Science Amanah, had some volunteers from Form One, Form Two and Form Four do a demonstration on candle making from used oil and on the other side of the same class, they had scrapbooks on eco friendly stuff and they sold freshly made juice which sucked. In 2 Fasih, they had our a paper making demonstration using old newspaper you have at home.What you do is you shred the newspaper into bits and pieces, put it in a blender and mix it with water till it's full before blending it. Pour the whole mixture in a basin and just run your fingers through that. Put a frame onto the mixture and spread it out evenly. Place the frame onto a flat surface slowly before lifting it up and leave to dry for about 2 hours.

Accomplice.

First, we went down to the padang.lol, down at the padang where everybody is we are the blue house girls cheering like this.Say blue: Blue, Blue,Blue,Blue.We are the best in Sri Aman woo! k lol that was besides the point.*ehem ehem* We went down to the padang, early in the morning where we saw a science rocket experiment and the Briton guy; he's old like old old called out some girls to be his assistant and even called them his "little astronauts" to help him and assist him with the experiments. I've seen the same experiments being carried out during my little field trip to TUDM Shah Alam ( Tentera Udara DiRaja Malaysia) back in SK Bukit Rimau.He got swag okay, he said " What up dudes?" in his weird, Briton accent.lol k.

During recess, Alia, Rebecca and I were seated in front of the Indian stall and boys and girls from other schools just started pouring into our school canteen, literally. We kept trolling at every single one of them, not trying to be all judgmental and all unlike those in the un-original Tablem8s of Form Two youknowwhoyouareandihateyouokays because you are rip offs of the original Tablem8s in Form Four who have now renamed themselves the Wonderm8s because of you guys. They are exclusive, original product and you are just the replica, the ciplak jual hat Petaling Street. Every single guy that passed us were ugly but, is it like a crime for our school to invite other schools in with decent looking or even better good looking people of the opposite sex. Geez holy Lord Voldermort.

Then finally right in the corner of my eye I see a fair looking, guy with a clean fresh face no zits no acne no pimples face and from the Eco Beats of SMK Bukit Jelutong in Shah Alam. Alia pointed out to him, looking at each other like are you thinking what I'm thinking? Are we thinking about the same guy? Oh hell we are. Highfive. We did some stalking, mostly cause I am a professional stalker and she is my assistant,my accomplice assisting me in my missions. He was seated in a table, full of other BJ boys, pulling out their Apple iPads from their back packs, their Beats by Dr.Dre, their Blackberries.dak dak kaya ya. He is just perfect, clean fresh faced, rich and he lives in Shah Alam, he's environmentally conscious and he is a Muslim.

Alia sat across from me, both of us sitting seven tables away from him and his friends. We took out my camera and zoomed in closer and closer, to get voila! twelve shots of him for my own personal use.I guess he sensed himself being watched and stalked by us and when we got up to leave, he gave us this intense look straight into me like, that is hot. I don't know why but everywhere I seem to go I seem to find him and the rest of his BJ Eco Beats touring around the school, he's always at the back of the line with his curly haired friend and oh, how I forgot to mention that we're the same age; both fourteen both in Form Two.

Moving on, while I was in the gallery waiting in line to get into the Omnistar Planetarium Alia, Rebecca, Vanessa and Cynthia were upstairs and hanging around downstairs were a group of typical Indian boys they were staring at. But staring not in a good way, as in a bad way and they got all perasan and thought the girls were checking them out so, they fixed their oily, greasy hair in such a way. Alia screamed out loud, bedding forward against the railing and said " YOU HAVE NO SWAG!" They got up their chairs and were about to make their entrance and fight back, those KJ boys and tunjuk macho ya. Alia and the rest went back in class, sat upright at their tables and acted cool.

The Omnistar Planetarium was cool, we got inside a dome shaped helium aired balloon thing, like the kind of material on those inflatable castles we jump and jump on in carnivals and kiddie fairs. We lied down and made ourselves comfortable in the skies and watched a video about the outer space, we got to enjoy the planets, the Sun, the constellations and have a look at the galaxy.For 45 minutes. I fell asleep for a bit and nodded off on a junior's thigh to my left and apologized right after.It was cool and worth my eight old buckeroos.

John Lemon/Baby Food.

2011-09-22T21:24:00.003+08:00

"This is such a stupid idea.Stupid school.Why can't the teacher just have a cooking demonstration and have the girls at the front of the class watch her as she cook?"Well, you wanna know why not? 'Cause if that's the case and we have to have Cik Khor at the front of the class, cooking as us girls gather in the front and watch her as she gives a cooking demonstration and we gone have to taste the food and be professional food tasters in training, we'd be eating baby food.BABY FOOD.

Why baby food?She said so herself, from her own mouth. She says her food is rather bland and dull with no flavor, less salt, less sugar and she cooks it all by herself. COOL STORY BRO 'bout time you STFU. She even questioned Phoebe and I and asked us what we were making when, clearly it was Carbonara sauce we were making. She said What is that?I don't know how y'all eat those kind of food. I don't eat those types of food.Too creamy, too rich, too much milk.I asked her back So what do you eat?And she replied, I eat very Asian food like fish, rice.....Well, obviously we are all Asians here, typically eating fish and rice but don't tell me you haven't gone all Wild Wild West and tasted pasta?Sad life. ~~sux to be u.~~

To be specific, she said she usually eats what she likes to call, baby food. We have all been giddy for this day since last two Thursdays, couldn't have it last week since we had the Production Club's production during our KH period and no lessons were meant to be held during those two hours.Sharlina asked whether she would be eating the food that we'd prepare and beforehand,she shook her head "no", saying during all the KH cooking competitions, she's never the judge, never the one to taste the foods as she's not good at tasting food as she prefers her own food she cooks herself before adding the fact that she's not confident with our method of preparing food as she does not know how we cook and with her own food prepared herself, she knows how it's cooked and is confident with it's cleanliness and healthy goodness.

Over there in Group A, their teacher Cik Mariam actually tasted each and everyone's food and even brought home some of Alia and Janelle's pasta with cherry tomatoes where else over here in Group B, our teacher just walks around the whole Bilik Masakan checking up on everyone, stopping by each station to see our progress with her arms folded over her barely there chest.We were the last to start cooking, as we went up and down back and forth to Phoebe's mom's stall to get some stuff each of us forgot to bring like two casings to throw in our sauce and the pasta and also caps.Yes, I never knew we needed caps while cooking I just thought it was those working at the canteens.We need tall,high chef hats y'all.

I passed her my camera to have her take a picture of Phoebe and I, Head Chef and Sous Chef. Like a boss. She even took two other group photos of all of us which I didn't mind until,she started walking around the class taking shots of everybody else eating. She finally returned to Checkpoint and said how she took a few shots and if I didn't like those shots I can take more myself.I hated those shots,she took twelve shots of other people besides myself with my camera, bringing it along as if it were hers. She even asked me why I was not in the Photography Club.Like what I have to be in the Photography Club to take nice pictures of my friends, to have a Canon camera? Only I can take shots of other people besides myself using my camera 'cause I am good at candids and epics :)

The ~~Jamie Oliver~~ Phoebe's Guide To Spaghetti That Sucks Balls. It's three pages long you know that don't you. Oh and did I say that I made the dessert myself. I made a chocolate sauce dipped with bananas. I put in 3/4 of a bar of cooking chocolate, sugar, butter, water which I put a wee bit too much making it all diluted and more like chocolate water.No, chocolate diluted solution? Cik Khor who eats bland food told me to turn off the fire, take it off the stove and leave it to rest.God knows how she knew that trick and she kept going at me about making it the wrong way, saying I should've double boiled it and such. Well I know what I'm doing.I got it all covered,Mama taught me in the morning rather last minute.

Later, we told Phoebe's mom about our teacher not even having the effort to try our foods and she said Cik Khor ah always bring her own food to school,never seen her buy food from canteen. Phoebe and I were the last to clean up,eating away our whole recess but we ain't even mad since we ate a lot, basically having a feast with our half of the class and Alia came over from the other side to pass around her spaghetti though we didn't have the opportunity to try out her much hyped buffalo wings as they were unfortunately, undercooked.

I took revenge on teacher and purposely, cleaned up real slow and she was complaining the whole time as we cleaned up,telling us to clean up faster without getting her butt of the edge of the teacher's table to help us.Obviously we had a lot to clean up.She was even rushing us as we enjoyed our meal. Like I said earlier or like I didn't say earlier, we were the last to start cooking, the last to start serving everyone was waiting for us before we began our feast and also the last to clean up. She was complaining again on how hungry she was as she hasn't had her recess yet as I say in my heart, Well why didn't you have the courtesy to eat our foods with us but,instead you decided to be rude.RUDE.We left the Bilik Masakan, leaving her about only 5-10 minutes to eat her home-cooked, less salt,less sugar, ~~Asian Baby Food~~.

Cobalt Cherry Jelly.

2011-09-17T01:03:00.000+08:00

Happy Malaysia Day. There are lots of things going through my mind so, forgive me if I rant and though, some may not be in relation to the pictures or to the purpose of this post. I'll just go ahead with my random ramble as I go along until I'm stuck with nothing. Happy Belated Fourteenth Birthday to my curry chicken, my kari ayam, my curry, my cuckoo chicken, my Khairina binti Razin.

I surprised her on her birthday just like, she did on mine. When I was just coming down the stairs, about to have my dinner before going to tuition. She ran up the stairs just as I was running down, hugged me and thrust her present to me. It was raining the night of her birthday and I had my jacket on and her birthday present, underneath my jacket; zipped up high and I rang the doorbell as I ran to the front door. Her mom opened the door then, Khairina went to me and before, dragging the present from under my jacket she pulled me in for a hug. Her mom said "Sofiah makin nampak cantik lah" With this, Khairina replied " Sofiah memang cantik pun." and smiled at me. I told my mom about this later and she thinks that Khairina's mom must've been talking about my boobs like WHAT IS THIS FUDGERY? I CAN'T EVEN.

The drama with much hype, mentioned during morning announcements for weeks in school. Tiga the theatre production produced by The Production Club of Sri Aman in the Malay Language. We have been planning this production since earlier this year. At first, we wrote a script for our play revolving around students in a Performing Arts High School set to be in the English Language. Puan Hamimah, our club's teacher advisor did not agree and so a switch of plans.

You know you want to. Brinda has a massive crush on Timm Timm, the American practical teacher in our school. Sorry but I just don't dig guys who are bald headed and have bodies like Rupert Grint like I CAN'T EVEN. You downgraded your taste and your type from hot Jared Letto to Mr. Timothy a.k.a TimmTimm. ugh.

She suggests we do a production on something current, some big hot issue currently on the news, a big controversial issue like baby dumping and so we start planning planning planning. We wrote a script, did a quarter of our dance routine ( ha, I'm one of the Dancers and we worked with Hayani's friend who she hooked up with Zaimah his name is Azim though I never met him cause he came when I didn't come for practice k lol), we planned our costumes, we planned ahead for show time which was set for the 26th of July and on the last minute, she decides to cancel the play. The news of the cancellation didn't even come from her mouth personally, Annaztasha who is our Prez told us during an emergency meeting.

Puan Hamimah sent in our script very late and at the last minute to our principal and she didn't agree with the idea of us having a production on baby dumping. Saying, we were still young girls and the chosen theme of the play was too heavy, strong,controversial and a little too much for us, young girls. The planned production was supposed to be about this naive young,teenaged girl who stayed grounded all of her life till one day she wants to break free so, she goes to sleep over at a friend's house who is a bad influence to her and takes her out, partying. Her friends hand her a few drinks; a one too many shots of alcohol and boom! she's drunk.

When she's drunk a guy she met at the club, goes up to her and takes her home and you know what happens don't need for me to state it out right here, right now. She finds out she's pregnant about two months later after the incident, she confides in her friend. The friend goes all frenemie, back stabber and denying the fact that she was the one who brought her to that club, where she met that guy who had later gotten her knocked up. So, she runs away into a Rumah Kasih where she meets a new friend, who gives her light and encouragement to go back to her family and tell them everything.

Oh well, you'll never know the ending: what she does for her unborn baby, how her parents will react to the news of their daughter's pregnancy. Then, principal wanted us to still plan for a new production, this time in Bahasa Malaysia yes, the Malay Language. In which we came up with Tiga or <3??? This story is based on the concept of 1 Malaysia, Annaztasha or mostly called Anna came up with the idea of this whole story based on the life of her friends and the students in her previous co-ed school.

This production revolves around the students of Tingkatan 5 Razak who have all divided themselves based on their races and backgrounds. They are the last class. To make them bond together even more, their teacher decided to sign them all up to perform for a Konsert 1 Malaysia. Ashraf and Alex who hate each other are both forced to man up and perform in a team together. They are both fighting for Mei Ling and Alex gets outraged when he finds Ashraf just merely smiling at his girlfriend.

I basically, know the whole story line of the whole production.Proud Production Club member here. I was so proud to see my friends Damilia who played Cikgu Siti, Aisha who played Amirah and Phoebe who played Chi Yen on stage perform. Phoebe's ex best friend Ili who was just sitting in the same row as I was, had her arms folded, her eyes rolled and a shocked look on her face when Phoebe sang on stage as a duet with Aisha. After that performance for the Konsert 1 Malaysia, she clapped both her hands softly, still shocked.She,too got a part in the production but quit right after they stopped being friends as they were both planned to play the back stabbers in the previously planned production.

She was such a back stabber and if it weren't for me she wouldn't even get the part and she wouldn't have to quit and feel so sorry for her sorry self. After all, I was the one who told the both of them about the audition, thinking she was one I could trust, could depend on when she told lies and shit about her ex best friend Alia Aishah who is my best friend now. She said, how Alia used to hate me a lot and that, she still does and she keeps saying shit about me when all along in their little threesome she was the biggest baddest wolf. She even said I looked like Youtube freak, nichole337. I see no comparison there.

Wax cakes.

2011-09-13T21:27:00.000+08:00

Alia Aishah Azahari, you are the girl that I've been dreaming of ever since I was little girl, quoting a lyric from Black Kids' I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You also covered by Glee during the Prom episode of Season Two. Let's hope you're one hell of a keeper, Alia unlike the last best friend I had which lasted a year and a half, ending right before my fourteenth birthday. My cousin told me that Fourteen is the year when you find the people you belong to / belong with, the right clique and the right friends. Apparently, the last best friend whose friendship didn't last with me was not the right friend I belong to / belong with. Unfortunately for that but, fortunately for me I made new friends.

Too much swag.I CAN'T EVEN.

When I came to Alia's house and was greeted by her dad also known and nick named by Alia and I as our own secret,private joke well, not as secret and private as it was before now that I am about to tell this to the world wide web but, like we called him Mr. Jewish Amish guy, not meaning to be racist and all but, like his beard was long and he looked like the old fashioned Jewish Amish guys and like, one day in school Alia came up to me and said that her dad was no longer Mr.Jewish Amish as her mom, who has been waiting for her dad to shave it off has finally done so for Raya and so, he did when I saw him as he greeted me at the door.

Her mom, who was sitting on the sofa with a walking stick by her side, greeted me but, couldn't get up since she has been bed ridden because of her slip diss. Her mom shouted for her from downstairs to get down and hurry up on her getting dressed since I have already arrived just in time, just a few minutes past 8 o'clock. Alia, who peeked from the top of the stairs motioned me to come up. Her hair was tied high in a bun and she was already dressed in a pink baju kurung and was slapping some face solution onto her face. I left my bag on her bed and started looking into her room while she slipped into her mom's room and got properly dressed.

"You came you sad mofo." Alia grabbed me and gave me a hug. I was totally unleashing my inner retard, gasping at the things in her room. Her bed is exactly the kind I want in my room, the kind that you can see all over your Tumblr dashboard and to add to that, she has colorful flower string lights around it, totally Tumblrish and when I told my dad this, minus the fact about it being featured in Tumblr he asked me "Why would you want string lights around your bed?" I grabbed at her pink Lotso Bear soft toy and held it close to my chest and pointed and jumped up and down like a little kid when I saw her green Rex dinosaur toy.

When we walked down the stairs, her mom looked up to us and said" Alia, your friend Rebecca called while you were upstairs and said she would be coming later." We smiled and were like excited. We were about to enjoy the new hot Canadian Devon Bostick in Diary of a Wimpy Kid : Rodrick Rules when more and more of her relative started arriving at her narrow house so, we sat and squeezed both our butts on a cushion on the floor. Then, Afiqah and her brother Rafid came and we sat in the corner right beside the foods table. Later, at nine ( in the afternoon?) when Becca arrived, handing Alia a pouch of bangles, giving us an excuse to bring up our food.

In Alia's crib, we were all laughing, trolling and then, Rebecca's phone rang and she picked it up. She has an iPhone okay and she never told any of else; not in class, just not ever. It was Alejandro, her mom's friend's nineteen year old son who is from Spain and has a girlfriend named Katy and an adopted brother named Richard and she's got the hots for him. You can tell by the way she was talking on the phone, standing up and the way she held her phone close to her ear. He must've heard a lot of noise from the other end of the receiver. "Do you have a brother named Pedro?" "Take me to Spain, Alejandro." " We saw your Tumblr, Alejandro." I was just sitting, cross legged on the floor, covering my mouth trying not to laugh and soon, she ended the call by saying "Oh, talk to you soon. I'll call you back."

Afiqah actually wondered whether the both of us were sisters, meaning me and Rebecca. Before she could even finish her question, the both of us shook our heads "no". "I mean, you can see that I'm white and she's..... black." OH YOU WENT THERE.Come on, Rebecca go ahead and go all Racist Sister on me. She told me to come closer and when I did, she clapped both her hands in unison while saying out loud Racist Sister which got me taken aback though I quite expected it. We just sat up in her room, talking and talking and laughing and listening to Maroon 5.

Oh, and Rafid kept calling me by different names each and every time ; Purvinder, Pravin, Elina and Sophie before he even got it right. He spells my name wrongly too; Sofia though the correct spelling is obviously Sofiah 'cause if it's in the previous spelling you must be referring to my cousin Puteri Sofia Nadira where else I am Zainab Sofiah Pin. We were lots of noise that we didn't even notice her dad calling us from downstairs until Alia shushed us and told us to keep quiet and shut up since, out of all our ears she seems to be the one having stereophonic hearing.

We got up and acted as if nothing happened in that room, we didn't do no nothing , didn't talk about anything we were not supposed to, acted as if Rafid didn't ask his older, wiser "sisters" about things he shouldn't know for an eleven year old. At the top of the stairs, marks the point. The point of which no bad words, cussing should be uttered from our mouths and the door to the room is the door to all freedom; freedom of speech, movement and topic.

" I want the titties and I have a pair of 'em too."

lol Rafid asked me to introduce myself to the World Wide Web and to people this way from now on.

Human Chain Reaction.

2011-09-11T16:59:00.000+08:00

Guise, Meet my Papa With No Swag.

He's a dirty dirty dancer.

Raya 2011 in conclusion: sucked. Well there has to be some good in everything. One thing I have to note down that I really liked about this Raya though I have already mentioned early on how it sucked is that, all of us from my mom's side that is came around the same time unlike, last year and all the previous years we were always the first to come and we will wait until just before lunch time for the rest to come and right after Zuhur, we have to leave for Bangsar.

Hana looked extremely girly, in a pink heavily beaded baju kurung and I asked her why she chose to be girly this year and she replied that it was her late Grandma's baju kurung. I think that it was nice of her to wear the baju kurung in memory of her. I would like to wear one of Nani's clothes too except for the fact that they're a gazillion sizes too big for me or for Tok Mama's sake a gazillion sizes too small for me. :)

Oh, and just for the fact that I received less duit raya this year. Duit raya is a packet of money received by the unmarried and not working from those married couples and working class heroes. I already spent like, RM 79 on a capped-sleeve dress from Pedlars in Subang Parade and the RM 34.65 froyo from Tutti Frutti for Mama and I.

Lifehouse for the Lifeless.

2011-09-04T00:02:00.006+08:00

Burnt tongue, Brain freeze.

2011-09-02T22:04:00.037+08:00

Yes, I've got one burnt tongue and one brain freeze.

Warning: THIS WILL BE ONE OF THOSE POSTS WHERE THE TITLE AND PICTURE DOES NOT REPRESENT THE CONTENTS AND PURPOSE OF THE POST.

Like who is this Umie Aida? I didn't even know who she was.I went to Tok Teh's open house in Nilai, KLIA. She just walked in, through the door and I stood up from the couch and shook hands with her, oblivious to who she was. I wasn't even frowning or looking sour-faced but somehow she thought otherwise and asked me, "Kenapa muka masam sangat ni?" I put on a forced smile. Everyone was all star struck and like, in awe. She brought a few home cooked meals she prepared herself and everyone was all, " Oh, ni Kak Umie yang masak." And I'm in confusion like, who is this Kak Umie and why is everyone acting like she is some hot shot? Little did I know she was some dramatic actress and according to Mama, ten times more famous than our very own Puteri Sarah Liyana from my mom's side. So, Umie Aida or Kak Umie Aida oh, call her whatever you want can you is my dad's uncle's wife's younger brother's wife. Lol, that was rather confusing.

When we got in the car, Mama asked if she gave me duit raya and I shook my head with a no. "Well, she doesn't know who you are, Sofiah."Well not until a few minutes ago I didn't know who SHE was either. So oblivious to who she was and why everyone was all star struck. Heck, she shook hands with everyone at the house, waved us all goodbye and said thanks for having her.Well who the hell was I to know who she was? Do I look like someone who watches Malay dramas, Malay films? No. I even asked Aqina who she was and her and her cousin who stayed over at her house turned to me with their jaws open,looking at me like I was alien."You tak tau sake Kak Umie?Umie Aida tak kenal? Oh, patutlah Sofiah bukannya tengok cite cite macam tu."Obviously, you got that right. They showed me her Twitter account and all so yeah.

She should've just slapped me in the face and go all Nicki Minaj at me and start on like,

Would somebody please tell ~~'em~~ her who the "F" I is?

Well sorry, hun bun I didn't know who the "F" you were but, now I do. Pardon me. *wink wink*

Thank you for your kind cooperation, reading this piece of crap with the title and picture which has no means of telling you,hinting you on what to expect or what's to come. This has been one of the posts where my creatively thought and crafted title has got no relation to the content and purpose of this post.

"And if you want me to say you don't have to change."

2011-09-01T22:59:00.009+08:00

Trolololololololololol. he looks like a troll.

I was just walking into the living room, telling my dad how I'm sad, sad as in pathetic and lame and all since Mama wouldn't allow me to use make up. Not until I turn seventeen but, I don't mind. I really don't mind at all since, I much prefer my natural beauty than having me all done up, caked with lots of powder and color that you don't see my flaws and imperfection.Back to to the point.Someone just had to butt in and interrupt me, as if trying to correct me."No, you are fat."Like what is that?I AIN'T EVEN MAD.U MAD BRO?

And like, today you go at me again."You need to go on a diet." ~~No,fuck you.~~ I'm slowly losing weight. I know that I am over weight, just give me some time and some room for some change. There are many other aspects in me that needs a change. I need to change my wardrobe, I'm trying to be more of a girl than I was before. I just bought a dress from Pedlars in Subang Parade.I need to change who I am, my mentality. I need to step up to the game and rise to the challenge to be one of the elite in this girl's school of the elite and for the elite. I need to be fit as a fiddle.I'm unhappy because I am fat. I'm unhappy because I am fat. I am fat because I eat.I eat because I am unhappy. Perfect explanation. ~~faggot.~~

And you refuse to believe it when I proudly say how I've lost a kilo or two. I like it better on the other side where they accept you for who you are and what you are. My grandmother; obviously it's Nani who else? She reassures me. She tells me it's better to be who I am now than become the person you want me to be 'cause you know what, she says it's better to be fat than be the model type- skinny with no appetite. It's better to have some meat, than just all skin and bones. I bet you'd like it if one day I can actually live by my feeling disgusted at the thought of food, the smell of food, the look of food, of food in general.

So,I'll close one ear let your words of non-wisdom go in and out of my left lobe through and out my right lobe.I AIN'T EVEN MAD.U MAD BRO? And I know you love him more than you love me since, you have a photograph of you and him by the telephone at your place while a family picture with me in it is placed way way way back in the guest room and everything he does is just another photo opportunity and you just snap snap snap away with your lame photography skills.COOL STORY BRO ' BOUT TIME U TELL ME MORE but, oh wait i ain't even listening from now on. ~~faggot.~~

Feeling like a hedge hog on the 31st of Aug.

2011-08-31T22:49:00.008+08:00

Feelin' like a hedge hog on the 31st of Aug.

~~Merahmu~~ bara semangat waja

~~Putihmu~~ bersih budi pekerti

~~Kuning~~ berdaulat; payung negara

~~Biru~~ perpaduan kami semua.

Happy 54th Independence Day, Malaysia!

lol, decided to be all patriotic and dressy today for God knows' what reason.

I just somehow thought of this outfit in the morning whilst I was in the shower.

Overcoat: cream cardigan from Sino ( lol Aussino)

Top: yellow blouse from F.O.S.

Bottoms: blue jeans from MNG Jeans

Accessory: red hibiscus brooch from BBC Top of the Pops magazine December 2010 (free gift)

"You're so funny, I can get apple juice."

2011-08-28T22:42:00.076+08:00

We had lots of fun on Saturday with our failed attempt at baking a cake with the Pillsbury instant cake mix that Phey Ee simply grabbed off the supermarket racks. Chad invited us over to his place to bake a cake as a surprise belated birthday gift to childhood friend, Dayana whose birthday was on the 21st of August. Us, meaning Ng Phey Ee, Song Phey Tzen, Deric Yeoh, Kennett Lim and I. He invited Avinash as well who also lives in the same area but, further up in the bungalows and Semi-Ds. But, he called later while we were walking towards Chad's house to say he couldn't make it since he had a fight with his mom earlier that day and was practically grounded at home.

I'm sorry but I find it kind of lame when a guy gets grounded at home just 'cause he had a little fight with mumsy.But, he's never been out with us anyway and I'm not much of a fan of him. Ng Phey Ee and Song Phey Tzen came over to my house at one and waited, for Dayana as I had my lunch. No, I did not fast that day 'cause I seorang yang memang tidak senonoh dan kurang sopan okay?Oh, and so did Dayana. She didn't fast as well 'cause of reasons not to be told to the world wide web. The whole thing was meant as a surprise for the birthday girl but, she figured it our herself when she so happened to pass by and walk behind Phey Ee and Chad while they were discussing it at school.

I had my lunch and we made our way to the Matahari Clubhouse where Chad was already waiting for us, we walked behind him as he led the way to his house. I know how it's lame that I've been living in this housing area since I was five years old and that, now that I am fourteen years old I still don't know where my childhood friends' houses are.Well, not all of them. I'm pretty aware where Khairina, Sabrina, Ammelia and Aina Shazlin's houses are. Apparently, Chad's house is just a row behind Khairina's. COOL STORY BRO. We walked and walked and we didn't stop even though Chad already pointed in the direction of his house in which, we still walked on, leaving his house behind. We stopped in front of Deric's house to pick him up. His house is in the lane opposite Chad's.

Phey Ee made a remark on how Deric dressed as if he just came from home. Well, he didn't come from home since we were the ones who picked him up not too long ago. I dressed as if I just came from home too. Everyone dressed as if they came from home 'cause everyone was from home. COOL STORY BRO TELL ME MORE. Phey Ee, too just had to mention that Dayana and I weren't fasting. Chad, who was leading our little pack, turned around and looked at us and asked how come we weren't fasting. Phey Ee, yet again had to interrupt and answer for us saying, we had PMS. Yes, PMS as in Pre-Menstrual Syndrome. She thought that was the short form of saying we had our ~~periods.~~

We were greeted by Luke, Chad's youngest brother who is six years old who was eating his fried chicken, with drool at the corner of his mouth and Kyle, Chad's other brother who is younger than all of us as well who looked rather bored and sullen as the both of them sat at the living room, in front of the TV watching Nickelodeon. His mom was not at home at the time, she was out. When she did come back, she smiled at all of us. She is tall too like, her son or more like, her son; Chad Boon Waat is tall like his mom? She introduced herself as Alice and shook all our hands. She beamed at us and told us how big and tall we've grown since she last saw us. I mean, we've never been to Chad's house not in all those years but, she has seen us around while we hung out at school back in the good ol' days in ~~Bukit Rimau.~~

She looked into the kitchen to see what we kids were up to. We went straight into the kitchen way before she came home. We dropped the paper bags of ingredients on the kitchen table top and found all the mixing bowls,whisks and pans already on the table top. We decided to give them all a good rinse before dropping all the instant cake mix into the sieve, blocking the holes underneath it. That wasted a whole chunk of our time as we had to shove the mix down which turned out into an epic failure and so, we decided to just dump the whole lump into the mixing bowl and just mix them ourselves with the spoons.

We poured in the whole watery,chocolatey mess into the baking pan which was already brushed with an egg wash. While we waited for the timer to go off, we stayed in the living area as we played a few rounds and mini games of Nintendo Wii Party which was a whole lot of fun to be honest. The cake was ready. Deric, Chad, Ng Phey Ee and I rushed to the kitchen and brought out the cake out of the hot oven and cut a few slices and just tried it just to see if it was undercooked or overcooked.

What our darling not-so-much-of-a-suprise birthday girl got out of a not-much-of-a-surprise birthday cake was a total epic failure of a total hot mess.Ng Phey Ee just simply grabbed any instant cake mix she grabbed her hands on off the racks. You're my best friend.You all are. But,I'm being frank. I'm very out spoken and honest and I say things the way they are to be said.

Sorry :(

Happy ~~Belated~~ Fourteenth Birthday!!!!

Nur Dayana binti Yaacob

Since '08 til '11 and still counting.

Cute Was What We Aimed For.

2011-08-20T14:38:00.024+08:00

Piano et Forte?

2011-08-20T01:23:00.003+08:00

I've grown accustomed to her face.

Can you believe how it's been 6 years since I met this beautiful woman as my teacher? Miss Pamelia Sarah Samuel.I still remember that day like it's in the back of my hand. My best friends and I back then would always dream how one day in the future, we'd be in the band and all the cool musical instruments we would play. I have always wanted to play the piano.All my cousins on my mom's side plays it and I feel left out.I always look at them in awe as they sit on the piano stool and work their fingers on the piano keys.

One day, in the car with my mother I was yapping away and random talking like I always do. My conversation with my friends; Ammelia and Sabrina and my dreams of playing the piano slipped out of my mouth and my mom said, "Well why didn't you tell me earlier?" She swerved the car and brought the car into a small road leading to the early branch of Yamaha Music at Anggerik Vanilla. My mom straight away signed me up for classes. The principal, a nice Chinese lady who ran the business with her husband flipped through the book to recommend us a teacher. She gave us Miss Pamelia and I remember me asking her so naively, " Is she garang?" and she shook her head and smiled at me.

I was eight years old back then and I told Ammelia and Sabrina and boy, were they real jealous of me. I had that red early piano stage book with songs that only require the usage of the black keys; addressing them as 1 2 3 4 respectively. Everytime, I completed a page, she would place a Barbie sticker on that very page. I didn't have a piano back then so,she drew a colorful magic marker drawing of a keyboard onto an A4 sized paper and asked me to practice at home with it. We had an organ from Papa's old friend which was placed in what is now our computer room.Miss Pam asked me to changed the mode to Piano.

For my eighth birthday, my parents had some money and bought me an upright piano which is now priced four times what we paid for back then and I was so excited to finally, use a real piano at home. My own piano for me.Then, I remembered how they changed their small little branch to a much bigger one somewhere near Newssation. The management was different to. My class was at the highest floor, always smelling like air dehumidifier; lemon scented. I always scared to go up if Miss Pam went out to buy some biscuits next door and the light at the staircase was off and so I just hung around at the floor below it.

In 2007, she quit Yamaha to go private; she is a music teacher in Sapura Smart School. I have had three teachers in Yamaha after she left and all in less than a year before I followed her and continued on with her. I've grown accustomed to her. I remember my first few times going to classes at her house and she has a dog,Rover and he would bark at me every time I came in and they had to lock him in the cage while I was there 'cause as me being a Muslim and all and Rover being friendly well you know what it is. But now he's grown accustomed to me.I've grown accustomed to Miss Pam, Rover and Principal.

I was just a small little girl of eight years with long hair and fringe in front of my face when I started learning with this Chinese-Indian Miss Pamelia Sarah Samuel and now I've gone through puberty, grown taller than she is and I am fourteen years of age.Six years and still counting. Many exams gone through together, stickers and colorful stamps and glitter pens togethers.Little cute souvenirs from her to me still kept.I am Grade 5 and yesterday, was my exam and I swore a day before my exam and this has never happened to me in my six years with her. I couldn't remember a single scale, I broke down, panicked and I was on the edge of failing or just simply passing. I've always gotten a Merit and once, a Distinction for my exams.Well try my luck since of course I did skip a Grade and decided not to take my Grade 4.

With more exams, stress,break downs,nervous, panic attacks, glitter pens, colorful stampers, colorful stickers and more. Til my Grade 8 ends and so on.

That's what makes you beautiful.

2011-08-10T17:26:00.008+08:00

Camera bagus ke photographer yang bagus?

2011-08-06T15:37:00.000+08:00

The Other Side of Down Tour 2011.

2011-08-05T23:15:00.001+08:00

On 26072011, I went to David Archuleta's The Other Side of Down Tour 2011 Live in Stadium Negara here,in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. My dad managed to get tickets for both me and him. After school, Mama sent me to Nani's house I had my lunch, took a shower and changed out of my school clothes and into something my mom packed for me from home then, she sent me to Hana and Eleni's house in Bandar Sri Damansara. The plan was to have me dropped there and Papa will drive from his office which is right beside One Utama and change his clothes there yes, Mama packed for him too. Then, around six or was that five, Uncle Uman will send Eleni, Papa and I to the concert.

Hana came along with us,in the car. She didn't attend the concert with us 'cause (a) she's got a lot of homework in her hands: Geography, History and Bahasa Malaysia to name a few and (b) she's not much of a big fan of David Archuleta but, I had an extra ticket and told her to just come along just for the fun and the experience of a first concert well, for her that is but (c) her dad thinks she's not ready for her first concert and she agrees to this though she's like a year older than me okay. So Uncle Uman dropped the three of us by the steps and just as we got out of the cars, we walked straight to the first stall in sight.

Eleni was already browsing through the concert passes sold by the first stall in sight and bought two: one for her and one for her neighbor; her best friend who unfortunately, couldn't make it to the concert 'cause of her medical condition. We walked up towards the official organizer's souvenir booth set up, where they were selling three different t-shirts and his Asia Tour Edition of The Other Side of Down complete with bonus tracks and comes with the CD and DVD. Eleni bought the grey V-neck with the words david david david on the front of the shirt in multi colored fonts which ran out of my size. I bought the red t-shirt instead, the one next to it with David's face. The other one that I wanted in black and the date of his tour here at the back on some illustrated piano keys, too ran out of my size.

The sizes available for the t-shirts at the official merchandise stall, mind you were very weird. The size LARGE for the grey V-neck was Eleni's size and the size SMALL for my red t-shirt was my size and they didn't make enough of the black one I told you I wanted as they didn't think people would actually wanna buy it since it's actually a caricature of David on the front and wasn't it hot?We just bought our souvenirs when I suggested we take a picture with Eleni's Today's my birthday placard and she didn't want to at first but, I got my own way of getting things to go my way and so she agreed to do so. As we were posing for a photo and Papa taking a two or three photos of us suddenly, from our right two people: one holding a DSLR walked up to us and asked if they could take our picture and feature us in HOT Magazine.

Now who's grand idea was it to have our photo taken right there at that very moment? See if it wasn't for that clever person's idea we wouldn't have two people walking up to us, asking if they could take our picture, asking if they could feature us in their right- up on the concert.BLAME NOLAN.

It was really worth our money. The t-shirts costs us a good ol' forty bucks and we get a free wall calendar and a poster for buying it. The poster was worth a fifty bucks the last time Eleni checked while she was at Fahrenheit 88 a day before the concert during his meet and greet where he was wearing a blue and black checkered button down shirt. We got our souvenirs yet, I was looking for some badges and we went round and round the stadium looking for them, though we had to go to the unofficial stalls. We passed by one by the road where the cars are parked, where the guy sold *wait for it* souvenir Incubus t-shirts.

Incubus t-shirts at a David Archuleta concert, selling for just ten bucks. I was trolling and I dared ask him why he was selling those since Incubus' concert was just the weekend like ,two days before David's at Stadium Negara. He told me how they weren't selling that well at the concert and so decided to bring some of the extra stock and asked if I wanted to buy, I shook my head and walked ahead where we bought cold drinks. I should've took a picture with the stall,of the stall or even bought the t-shirt though like the only Incubus song I know and like is Promises promises.

No adjectives or descriptive words needed.

2011-08-04T22:05:00.013+08:00

Ohmygod. I can't begin to express how good it feels to be back online, blogging, reflagging, chatting, downloading, stalking,Tweeting well, basically that's how boring my online life is.LOL, I typed in reflagging instead of what I really do; reblogging on Tumblr that is. Now I see how I could've typed that in wrongly, Blogger is just a jealous hobo just 'cause I go on Tumblr more often and reblog doesn't mean I'll ignore this. So, to show me how Blogger still exists and feels under appreciated and not loved by me it decides to autocorrect every time I type in the word reblog or reblogging. Nice move. Okay it's either the auto correct on Blogger itself or on the new Mac OX Lion soft ware my dad just downloaded over the weekend 'cause it's also applying itself to Twitter and Facebook so, I'm guessing it's the latter. So sorry for over reacting and for calling you a jealous hobo, aights?

I'm officially on the net. Officially on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Blogger and all the social networking sites I use. Why officially?'Cause this week, I've been unofficially online, meaning somebody's been a naughty girl all sneaky sneaky. This girl we're talking about here, went creeping into the next room while her Momma was downstairs cooking food for when we break fast. Yes, well moving on she creeped into the next room, switched on the wireless Wifi and waited for it to start, brought the Macbook Pro into her room, and lied on her bed, tapping away, scrolling down her Tumblr dashboard.

But for only, five minutes or so before she creeps back into the room next door, places the Macbook into place, switches off the Wifi and not forgetting to take out the plug like how my Momma does everyday saying it saves energy and what not.Figured out who this naughty, sneaky girl is yet? It is none other than this obsessive blogger, Zainab Sofiah Pin Binti Shariman.Her routine for this week after coming home from school and taking a cold shower, sleep for two hours and wakes up with her mom already downstairs cooking in the kitchen and so she starts creeping and sneaking away.Meow?

Getting to the point, I've meant to blog about what happened one fine Tuesday. Last Tuesday, that is. My dad got free tickets to see David Archuleta live in Malaysia at the Stadium Negara in Kuala Lumpur. Right after school, I went to Nani's house, had lunch there, took a bath, changed out of my school clothes and into something my mom packed for me and drove to Hana and Eleni's house in Bandar Sri Damansara. The plan was to meet at their house, have my dad drive from his office which is Media Prima, right beside One Utama, change his clothes at the house as Mama brought for him and Uncle Uman will drive Eleni, Papa and I to the concert. My mom did not come along as she had a back pain.NIGGAH PLEASE. I have mine all the time.ALL THE TIME.

Hana followed us in the car though she didn't come along with us to the concert since she's got loads of homework to finish: Geography, History, English, Bahasa Malaysia etc. and since she's not much of a big fan of David Archuleta. She ain't no fan of any of the music Eleni or I like since she likes all the cute cute soundtrack from Japanese anime shows but not necessarily J Pop or K Pop you know, she's not caught up in the Halyu wave. Speaking of the Halyu wave, I've noticed this trending by watching K Pop Hitz Talent Show on Astro Hitz.Don't ask, I surf through the channels and I usually find this on when I get back home from school.

The trending is that most of the people I know and like most of the people I see auditioning for the Talent Show are all mostly Chinese and Malays and very very very few Indians. *claps hands* RACIST SISTER!

I haven't the mood to blog properly about the concert and spam the 220 photos I took of him during his concert and maybe insert in the three videos I illegally recorded of him with "A thousand miles" by Vanessa Carlton, Crazy by Gnarls Barkley and his own Touch my hand. Oh and to wish you all happy fasting you old folks. I no longer feel as if I'm being constantly watched when I'm walking around the house in the dark at night and I don't see no weird ghostly encounters on the road. For now. I feel easier and less queasy when I'm alone in the house so, YOU CAN LEAVE ME HOME ALONE AND I AIN'T EVEN MAD. U MAD BRO? You all know how during this period of time during the holy month of Ramadhan all the unseen creatures of Allah are tied and bound up there.

You and whose army?

2011-08-01T05:52:00.006+08:00

Owned.

2011-07-28T19:14:00.002+08:00

Nicholas Beard?

2011-07-21T19:53:00.001+08:00

A Single Man (HD) Official Trailer

lolololololollolololololol.

Nicholas Beard?

HOMG! Nicholas Hoult is so cute in the movie trailer.

He plays this gay character, Kenny Potter.

Anyways,

I love Nicholas Hoult since I started watching Skins on E4 where he is Tony Stonem.

Tony Stonem, older brother of Elizabeth "Effy" Stonem.

Effy played by Kaya Scodelario.

Biodata.

2011-07-19T19:06:00.035+08:00

I saw a deer in the woods while I was on a hiking trip with the Nature Society of SMK (P) Sri Aman. I followed it and whipped out my camera. I began to stray farther and farther away from our route. It was a deer I saw.Specifically, a reindeer in July when it's no where near Christmas yet and they're supposed to be in the North or wasthat South Pole with Mr and Mrs Clause and the elves. It was an atomic reindeer.

Lol,this is just me crapping. Some of it were from our English essay earlier this week about us going for a hiking trip with the Nature Society of our own school, where we saw a deer, followed it and strayed from the route and got lost in the woods. I just added most of the part here. An atomic reindeer is the girl in the far right in the picture above, with the long curly brown hair. The same girl from the picture below. Alia Aishah Azahari. Why is she the atomic reindeer?'Cause that's her Tumblr url,lol.

Innalillahiwainnahiilaihirajiun. I was on the Macbook, still doing my Geography kerja kursus when my mom came into the room, just off the phone telling me how Grandma is dying. I was really sad though I'm not that close to her since she's my close cousin's grandma in her mother's side while I'm on her father's side. So, after we prayed we met with Papa who was from the office in front of Nani's house to tell her of the news since she wouldn't pick up her phone. We just got out of the car, about to step into Pappa Rich for dinner before we go to Hospital Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia when Mama received a text from Uncle Uman who told us Grandma couldn't make it and took her last breath at about 8: 24.

It was the saddest dinner. I just share chicken porridge with my dad and wasn't really in the mood for eating. We still went for a visit to see her for the last time in the hospital. My voice shook, I was all teary when I read the Surah Yaasin. It was sad too when they had to move her from the hospital bed into this metal bed thingy to bring her back to the house then, to have the solat jenazah the following day and to be buried. I couldn't skip school the next day to attend her funeral.

We went to the hospital with two cars, leaving behind Mama's car in the shaded porch/ garage at Nani's house. At night, after returning from the hospital, Papa and I dropped Mama to pick up her car as I got out to open the front gate as Mama backed out of the house. As Mama was backing out her car, I noticed at the corner of my eye as if I was being watched. I turned and saw a chinese lady with long, black hair in a colourful kaftan dress, standing on the steps in the neighbour on Nani's right's house. If I'm not mistaken, there used to be two chinese ladies staying there, both with short hair and now, their son who's in his early 30s, late 20s and no chinese lady with long hair well, not that I know of. She tilted her head, her eyes widen and just stared at me with an evil smile.

I locked the gate and closed the door behind me, as I jumped into the car and drove off, turning around looking back at the house while sneaking glances.

A few days after that, I came over to Nani's house after school to have lunch with her and told her what happened the other day. She just laughed and told me that the chinese lady I saw really was a neighbour, who always goes home late say around eleven to midnight every night and she must've noticed me and stared at me. Nani might tell me she really is a neighbor who goes out and comes home late but I'll stick to my instincts and my own opinions which make me think her otherwise.

A few days earlier before the " failed " encounter at Nani's house, I encountered a paranormal creature. This time at the roads leading to the main high way in my housing area. A creature of some sort from the other side of the road ran past the busy road, past the divider and up the hill on the other side of the road and wasn't to be seen. It had a cute, long shape like a cat but it was white and it was floating. As it crossed the road, it didn't even stop to look back or stop to wait for the cars to stop passing or anything. It crossed the road from the other side, reached the other end, ran up the hill all in less than half a second. I had goosebumps after. I turned to my father at the driver's seat and we exchanged looks. I thought I was the only one who saw what I saw.

My mom doesn't believe the crap with me able to see things. I'm not sure for sure. I've only had like two encounters and not like I hope for more in the future.

This past week has been pretty stressful for me and the rest of the Sri Amanian girls in Form Two with our deadlines to pass up both History and Geography kerja kursus in the same week.

"There goes the Gucci Guilty."

2011-07-17T23:00:00.000+08:00

I went to ICCPJ "All Around The World" Carnival 2011 at La Salle Boys' School just now with Alia Aishah Azahari.We decided to meet at the main entrance of the school before we go in together at 11 o'clock as planned though, the carnival starts at 9 and ends at 3 in the afternoon. I went there five minutes late and had my mom follow me in to find her since she so obviously waiting for me outside the school gates and she wasn't inside either. I knew she wouldn't go in without with me but, she wouldn't be waiting outside either with Indian boys hanging around outside on their motor bikes, smoking. They so obviously aren't (a) Interactors from ICCPJ, or (b) students. They probably are, seniors coming back to school with their licenses, on their bikes, with their cigarettes konon nak tunjuk hebat kan?

I got a real scolding from my mom even from when I was back at home, in my room. I just walked into the master bedroom to dump yesterday's PJs in the laundry basket, wearing the clothes I was going to wear for the carnival which unfortunately, I had to change out of.My mom doesn't approve of me wearing my grey, printed chimpanzee t-shirt, saying it's not suitable to be worn. " You're going to meet boys. Wear something nice.Dress up a little."Come on!The chimpanzee even had a lip ring plus, I planned it throughout the whole week. She went through my closet drawers, finding me a decent t-shirt to wear."You wanna look cool and not like a fool.I know you like the chimpanzee t-shirt but, not when you're seeing boys.But, you can't wear your Bieber t-shirt either,you'd be beaten up.

I got another scolding.This time, we were at the main gate of La Salle,waiting for Alia.How Mama nagged and nagged at me about having poor planning,not noting down her number, not planning exactly and at what exact time to meet and all.It was my idea to go to ICCPJ Carnival last week and I walked around in class, asking if anybody'd go with me but, no response, no reply to my open invitation. So, I decided not to go and instead, go to KLCC on Saturday and meet Lauren Kate, author of Fallen at Kinokuniya. This week, Alia comes up to my invitation and says she'd like to go with me. So, basically it's somewhat her plan since I cancelled mine a week ago but decided to go along with her.

Then, a black BMW pulled up and drove past us, parking the car by the side of the road. I recognized Alia's Tok Ma in the front passenger's seat and screamed in the car, shouting her arrival. My mom got our of the car with me, with her arms folded across her chest. She was still pissed at me and my " poor planning". Alia opened the car door with her head still leaning in, talking to her Uncle Arman and her Tok Ma inside. She walked across the road, towards my mama and I who were waiting for her. She sent us both inside and waved us good bye.

Okay.So much to getting to the point, without exaggerating.We went inside and purchased our coupons at the table, writing our names and schools in a form. We shared our money and coupons and paid a twenty each. First stop, was the Sri Aman booth.The theme for this year's carnival is All Around The World. The countries the different ICCPJ schools represented were Malaysia,Spain, France, Italy, Japan and the United States of America.Our school's ICSA booth themed France. They sold french toast, macarons, french baguette, mushroom soup and cupcakes. Our own ICSA booth even had a moving Polaroid camera photo booth and hairspray. We walked straight to the French food where we saw Janelle during her shift.She told her if we ever ran into someone who looked like her, congratulations we have met her friend she brought along from Sri Permata, Dinie.

Apparently Samad peeps are talented.Very talented,according to Dinie and apparently Bo Ikram is from Samad as well.Yes, Bo Ikram the one I've discovered while listening to his live on-air performance one night earlier this year on Traxx FM. There was this stall that I went to twice already thanks to the delish Oreo milshakes and this other one, Alia and I went to twice as well. They were selling hot hand made friend wantans, tom yam balls and freshly squeezed apple juice. The second time we went there and waited in line for our turn to order, the chinese guy running the booth was shouting, promoting their stall."Who wants tom yam balls? They're really good. Who likes balls? We got balls here. The sexual food we are selling here." I was leaning towards Alia's shoulders,both of us practically cracking up.

There were lots of Indian guys there which made me wonder if all the La Sallians were all Indian though it is an Indian Christian school.Literally. Just for the heck of it, this Indian guy was up on stage singing, " Right Now ( Na Na Na) by Akon, you know the song with the chorus that goes" I Wanna Make Love Right Now Na Na." He was holding his mic with his other hand and holding a leaf on his forehead with the other.His other friends joined him on stage later, this time doing the bhangra dance. Alia and I were yet again, cracking up and being all sarcastic going on and on about, " This is my jam!"

Janelle had to go home a good thirty minutes before her scheduled shift was to end. We walked out with her and Dinie, who were going out to Sunway Pyramid. Her dad was already waiting for the both of them outside. They invited us with them too but, we had other plans too after the carnival. Our parents were picking us up before 2. Janelle was walking to her car so, we walked in back again towards the school field where all the booths were when Janelle came running in again, screaming how she left her bag in the crew area. We followed her in and out of the school again. We were closing our noses as we stood outside the crew area,wondering where the awful stench came from when we turned around and saw the school toilets.

Just so you know, I have no idea what to write about my life these days. I simply choose to post a picture spam or like this post, crap and exaggerate. I have an ulcer on my lip thanks to my beautiful cousin, this I mean sarcastically who knocked me with his coconut head.I was carrying him when he leaned back and hit his coconut head on my lip which slammed into my metal braces.

sun-kissedsummer 149711.

2011-07-14T19:55:00.007+08:00

Criss Me.

2011-07-10T14:18:00.014+08:00

"Oh, Dreams don’t carry quite the weight they used to have
two kids looking through rosy coloured glass

like fools in love

the summer drugged our senses, filled our eyes with stars "

"I’m running around, hoping to find
somebody like the boy that I left behind
who loved all of me
my fingernails and scatterbrain and crooked teeth"

Charlene Kaye feat. Darren Criss

Skin and Bones

"Remove me like the ring you're wearing
forget that far away I sleep

among the hordes of the memories, merlot, women's magazines

and when the sun comes up tomorrow

another shady late entry

another lie among the never-saids buried in between"

"In sorrow, spirits lure you where they want

while an empty bed hands you forget me nots

but come this time tomorrow, I'll be out by water, air or land

no more love for nothing, no more hesitating at your hand

oh, soon I’ll better fill these empty arms

and you'll melt away like smoke into the dark

through the dark "

"He smelled of fine magnolia wine and Dior Allure
she'd long been up when he crept inside
and then, the smash of the china plates, the zing of the cutlery
says, when we took our vows in silence
i thought your hands would stay in place
thinking lines would be drawn for love, but some just never change"

"Must you make me look down at my shoes
when my mother asks benignly about you?
but come this time tomorrow, I'll be out by water, air or land
no more love for nothing, no more hesitating, no regrets
oh, soon I’ll better fill these empty arms
and you'll melt away like smoke into the dark
through the dark"

From flesh to blood to heart to bone-

Charlene Kaye

Magnolia Wine

So solid now, you're like water.

2011-07-09T19:23:00.018+08:00

So wait? Last weekend ; opening weekend, we couldn't get tickets for Transformers: Dark of The Moon at Cineleisure e@Curve and to make up for that Papa bought us the KFC Transformers Family Meal for dinner. Alhamdulillah, this weekend ; BERSIH weekend, we managed to get tickets at TGV Cinemas in Aeon Jusco Bukit Tinggi, Klang. Mama went and pre-bought the tickets earlier this week while I was in school. Apparently, we could buy movie tickets in advance at least three days before the scheduled show. COOL STORY BRO.

The movie was great, minus the fact that this Chinese lady beside me on my left smells and keeps on chee-cheong-funing with her son, explaining the movie to him. Minus the other fact that the rest of the audience were families with younger children, toddlers exactly. Some sitting in the back seats and at the sides brought along their babies which I thought was pretty irresponsible of them as their kids were wailing and crying during the fight scene ; Autobots vs Decepticons. I continued watching and enjoying my caramel popcorn, rolling my eyes and turning my head to face that woman who smells while giving her the look and the other irresponsible niggas at the back with them babies.

Apparently popcorn in cinemas taste better when bought during the first show of the day. Fresher and sweeter than when bought later in the day. COOL STORY BRO.

Later, we claimed our free Salmon from Sakae Sushi. Til the end of this month, you get ONE FREE Salmon sushi shit thingy per table when showing your ticket stubs from TGV Cinemas before paying at the counter.I had my fish roe on sticky rice sushi and shared two plates of baby octopus and soft- shelled crabs with Mama, who was busy texting Aunty Shazelina and playing Snake on her mobile.

Is in love with Josh Duhamel and Shia Labeouf. HNNNNGGGGGG. UNF.

"We needed more lemons."

2011-07-09T18:59:00.003+08:00

Behind the scenes.

2011-07-03T17:22:00.001+08:00

Drugstore Diet.

2011-07-02T23:06:00.003+08:00

Taken: Popular Bookstore, Aeon Jusco Bukit Tinggi, Klang

Come on Zombies; fight fight fight!

2011-06-30T22:02:00.047+08:00

" Wake wake wake it up

wake those Green House zombies up!

Pump pump pump it up

pump that Emerald spirit up! "

"We say go go go go

we say fight fight fight fight

we say win win win win

we say go to the fight to the win!

We say go go go go go go go go go

fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight

win win win win win win win win win

we say go to the fight to the win!

YEAH~ "

Today was Sports Day held at the Stadium MBPJ in Kelana Jaya. Unfortunately for the both of us; Mama and I, Papa couldn't be here. He is instead on a short business trip in Pulau Langkawi, Kedah. I had to wake up early since Mama didn't really know her way to the stadium. My mom dropped me at the entrance of the stadium as she finds a parking spot for the car. I walk in in my Green House t-shirt before meeting Ili who follows me and leads me to the stadium toilet for me to change into my bedazzled personalised Green House t-shirt specially for Senamrobik Green House girls. I had to change into that at the stadium as my mom so insists as she doesn't want glitter all over the car.

The bedazzled, personalised t-shirt had stripes on the sleeves and on the sides with blue and green glitter on top of it. The march past Green House girls had brown, black and green tape on the front of their t-shirts shaped like a camouflage pattern. The march past girls had powder all over their face which at first, I thought they were to be a geisha(s). They later had lipstick pressed all over their face and green eye shadow spread on their face, looking weird and almost scary like the zombies they were to be. Instead us Senamrobik girls wore really thick green eye shadow with gold and green glitter around our eyes. We even had gold glitter in our hair and a green and black ribbon braided hairband around our foreheads like them hippies y'know oh and green ribbons tied in our pony tails.

This year the Green House area is the furthest, not the same as last years. Much closer to where the start of the running track is during the races.The event this year started with some running races then came the march past girls from each house and some other uniform bodies like Kadet Remaja Sekolah, Kadet Bomba, St. Johns, Bulan Sabit Merah and Kadet Polis and the houses ; RED, BLUE, YELLOW and GREEN. I loved the part where Kalpana whose in Yellow House transformed from Bumblebee ( from Transformers) into a car and for Green House, when Elisha Naz and Hsu Ven walked past the girls and tore off the paper they were holding and held up a plastic green Emerald high up in the air during the tabik hormat.

My mom came along as well and sat higher up under the shade with her Sri Petaling friend who apparently was really fat long time ago back in primary school, according to my mother and slimmed down. He too had a daughter in Sri Aman who is also in Green House in the march past and in Form One this year, my junior that is. I sat where all us Green House girls sat with Diana, Hana and Natasha.

I was pretty weird that day since I was pretty nervous yet, I was still all giddy, smiley and bouncey though my heart was racing, just waiting for our turn to perform our senamrobik performance in front of the whole school and the rest who came to support their respective houses. While we were practicing behind, Nik Zahirah who was our last year's Green House president when she was in Form Five last year stopped by and visited us, all of us shrieked, calling her name. She came along with our Vice, Wan Fatin Atira who brought her boyfriend. She is studying in New York; where she went to Bruno Mars and Glee Live!

We all just ran through our steps, doing it all in fast forward motion, humming along to the songs in the mix. I was already sweaty, the sweat rolling down my eye make up so that when I blink, my eyes sting. The whole front of my t-shirt was wet with sweat and there were my sweat marks on the front, exactly following the shape of my bra underneath. What an idiot I am! All the wet wipes, tissues and towels and handkerchiefs wouldn't do any good to wipe off the sweat and stop the sweating and ruin the candid shots of me during our practice and the group photo below that Diana help take for me.

" Yeah yeah

Come on let's get drunk

Don't stay up

We don't give a fuu-"

STOP

Oh yes wait a minute Mr. Postman.

Wait Mr. Postman.

Please Mr. Postman look and see.

If there's a letter

a letter for me.

I think it was pretty weird of us, how a half hour before our performance, we were sitting behind cross legged on the floor playing hand games like the inner children in us.We were nervous yet, giddy at the same time, awaiting our call.I couldn't sit still, circling the floor bouncing up and down and dragging my legs. But just minutes till our performance, we were called to get ready near the entrance while the Yellow House senamrobik girls were performing on the track.We were all freaking out, shaking our hands, looking at each other and taking deep breaths.

We ran down the short flight of stairs, leading to the track while cheering our bestest. I sort of lost my balance, while putting one foot on top of the other while we had to pose during the Party Rock Anthem before we started shuffling into our next formation which is the pyramid into the song Paranoid by Kanye West featuring Mr Hudson.Our last song was Thriller/Heads Will Roll which is a Glee cover of the Michael Jackson(Thriller) song and Yeah Yeah Yeahs' Heads Will Roll where we ended with all of us coming in and holding up a triangle formation of our hands like the hipsters we are.

After our performance and all the applause from the supporters, we ran up the stairs, waving our hands in the air while still cheering our bestest. I even noticed the big

Papier-mâché

green zombie hand that was waving at us while we were performing, held up by our bouncing and jumping up and down Vice, Elia Anis.

Unfortunately for us we got the last placing for senamrobik and third for march past but, FIRST for the recycling competition.Overall, we lost just fourteen points behind Ruby Red to the second place. At one point of the day, we were first, ahead by one point and also another point where we were even ahead by about twenty points. They managed to catch up by getting first in march past and senamrobik. We totally bucked up this year thanks to our strict Hsu Ven as president. Sarah and Aliah Zaini were crying and I walked over and hugged them and patted their backs. I really wanted to cry as well but scared my eye make up would run and get in my eye.If only my dad came along, we ( Mama and I ) could've hung out and ate at the VIP room where all the people in the PTA were invited to eat since my dad is in the PTA.

Spaceship Cowboy.

2011-06-26T21:59:00.003+08:00

Happy belated belated 14th Birthday Alia Aishah Azahari. No I did not forget your birthday. June Ninth, that is. I just simply don't keep track of the dates during holidays. I would only know what today is so when I go back to school,, I'm all lost.Same goes to weekends. No idea of what the date is either. On Saturday,I came to her birthday party at her grandmama's house she invited me to on Thursday where she didn't come to school and only came with her dad to collect her report card, bringing with her scrolls of invitations and her pink handphone, wearing her baju kurung with no house tag and black and white brogues from London.

I was running a bit late. I used the Macbook Pro before hand and I had to pray Zuhur first then came the dressing up part. I had no idea what to wear. I decided on my new Green East India blouse I've yet to wear, though bought like months ago but decided it was too fancy, not wanting to outshine the birthday girl on her birthday party. I brought out my two sided white and grey over the shoulder Uniqlo top paired an owl hand-me-down necklace from Eleni and my owl Diva ring. I walked into my mom's room for approval. She nodded but asked me to try her pink Debenhams blouse first and I did as told. She asked me to wear that instead and that I could have it.

Told me I had bigger boobs than she does and suited me better than her.*bangga kejap*By the time I reached her place it was almost half past two in the afternoon. I pressed the door bell and Alia greeted me at the door with a " Hello dude." My mom had to follow me at the door until she walked back to the car where Papa was waiting right in front of the house just to check on the party- if there were any boys invited. I shook hands with her Tok Ma and her mother who looked at me and said, " Well, you must be Sofiah."and I smiled at her. She introduced me to her dad who nodded and said we've met before on Thursday while Alia insisted I walk her out of class and meet her dad.

I sat down on the floor at the living room before we got up and took food from the dining room. Alia helped get me my cordial drink from the tray. She introduced me to her primary school best friend Afiqah who I've heard loads about. She's from SMK USJ 4 and very nice and has this weird sense of humor like the both of us do. Sort of reminds me of my own best friend, Farah binti Redza Rafiq. We talked a lot and laughed laughed laughed at our own jokes, played Truth or Dare and such. The food catered was great.

It was time to cut the cake. My oh my! It was so pink, the icing that is. So un-like the Alia Aishah Azahari I know. It was sort of awkward singing Happy Birthday to her since the rest of the guests were her uncles and aunts and old people besides Afiqah and I. Yep we were the only company she had that day- friends that is besides her relatives. Her cake was so delicious. A two-tiered pink capped icing Red Velvet cake from Wondermilk+. Well of course, her grandmama's place is about a five minute drive to Wondermilk+. They even had cupcakes served at her party from Wondermilk+.

We creeped into the guest room right beside the kitchen and somehow still near to the dining room so we can creep back out once we felt hungry. We were just goofing around on the bed and Alia was showing off her splits in her white loose Taekwando pants. She showed how tall she could lift her legs up to against the wall. I failed and gave an excuse as to my jeans were too tight? even Afiqah who didn't do any point of dancing or gymnastics could lift up her leg against the wall higher than me. When I attempted to do it I only lifted my leg about halfway from the ground.*epic fail*

We had to leave the room every time one of her relatives wanted to use the bathroom as the bathroom is somewhat connected to the guest room just like my room back here in my home where I currently am in. Wow that actually came out like we're constantly changing house or like I'm an orphan, constantly in and out of different adoptive parents' homes or foster homes.We went outside and walked behind her house as well and had a swing on the swinging chair. Sure my skin looks really fair when my photo is taken while in the sunlight or under a hot sun but I'd still look horrible with my eyes squinting at the camera. It was so hot we were sweating in our clothes so we decided to walked back into the air conditioned house.

We were trolling so hard when we were still in the living room, just having a chat when the doorbell rang and Alia's mom got up to answer the door and shouted across the room saying that her grandpapa's office partner came by for a visit. We cracked up at that and the rest of them just stared and looked at us like we've gone bonkers y'know. Well you know what it is. You know what we meant. Partners? As in like a gay partner and we slapped each others arms, just cracking up at our own private joke.

LOL, I hate it when you have absolutely no mood to blog about shit and then you start writing one word and you can't stop typing. Just typing away on the keyboard like nobody else's business and then you stop for a break. Go down to pack your bag for tomorrow's school lessons and you come back up, switch tabs go to Tumblr for awhile, scroll down your dashboard and reblog some pictures and go back to your current Blogger tab and BAM! you have no idea what to say and what to continue and to add to the problem you've already added nearly all the pictures you took during a certain event in life, meant to be blogged about.

All in all it was a cool party. I had to go home at 4.30 when we were still goofing around in the guest room and her mom came knocking on the door saying one of her friends' mom was outside at the door waiting to pick up her daughter. Well who else could it be besides my mother? Since Afiqah was going home around six to seven in the evening. We meant to call earlier and tell my mom to pick me up later but we forgot in the midst of all the threesome fun we had and no, not in that way. Well of course there was only the three of us to keep each other company since the rest of our 2 Gigih friends from Sri Aman were too rude not to come for her party when her mom painstakingly made nice invitations. Some had weird excuses- church,school extra curricular activites, tuition and shit like that. Haiz.

P.S. Alia Aishah Azahari, your ass makes a good pillow and head rest.

Just saying.

La-la land machine.

2011-06-19T22:06:00.074+08:00

Happy Fourteenth Birthday Ng Phey Eelalo! Happy Father's Day Papa! Today I woke up early and woke my dad up. We went for breakfast together. We were on the highway, making our way to either Subang Parade or Sunway Pyramid when my dad made a turn and decided to just have breakfast around here. We had breakfast, just the two of us at Restoran Pak Hailam at Carrefour, Bukit Rimau Seksyen 32 Shah Alam. Father-Daughter Breakfast on Father's Day. I bought him breakfast, upgraded my present.

As I was eating, I saw a familiar face walk into the restaurant and out to the middle of the mall towards the little stalls around. I saw Puan Norshilah, my Arts teacher from SMK Perempuan Sri Aman. She was wearing a purple hijab and a purple and white three quarter t-shirt with her usual pink velvet flowery handbag slung over the shoulder. She walked over to our table soon as she noticed me staring while she was looking straight at me. I got up from my chair to shake her hands and she asked "Apa awak buat kat sini? Awak duduk sini ke?"I nodded with a yes and she continued to ask where my mom was which I answered with a " at home". She nodded and waved goodbye and walked on.

My dad dropped me off at the entrace of McDonalds Kota Kemuning. Phey Ee was inside, about to order food for her friends, leaving Song outside to attend to the party guests. Ignoring Song who told me not to disturb Phey Ee who was in the middle of ordering food inside, I walked through the doors and gave Phey Ee a big bear hug. The inside of McDonalds was stinky. Stinky like mop not squeezed or cleaned properly before use stinky.I'm not trying to give a bad rep to McDonalds franchise but it really was stinky though I can't speak for the other outlets except for this particular one.

More and more people came.I'll try to list down every single person that came: Brenda Loh Ling Li, Kee June, Kally Jih Ian, Song Phey Tzen, Adam Faiez, Chad Boon Waat, Wail Gourich and Deric Yeoh Cheng Jin. Outside, Phey Ee introduced me to all her friends whom I already know from my previous school and my previous tuitions. Whom I've yet to know was Kally and Kee June but I couldn't see their face or anything since everything was a blur when she introduced me to both of them while I was wiping the mist of my glasses fresh from stepping out of the car.

Phey Ee and I went back in and queued in line to order our food with Adam, Chad and Wail tagging along, standing beside us, ready to carry the heavy trays of food. We ended up ordering 9 McChicken McValue meals with 9 cokes and packs of French Fries and ordered an additional GCB ( Grilled Chicken Burger) ala carte to be shared since it'd be expensive and unfair to all of us if some get that and the other some of us get only the McChicken. Phey Ee and I didn't even lay our finger on the GCB since the boys on the end of the table were picking at the skin, saying it almost looks like Deric's skin as if we're cannibals, walloping Deric.Deric who decided to come slightly bit late, making us go in for another round to buy his food.

See? Even my mom who decided to pop by thought Ng Phey Ee and Wail Gourich were boyfriend- girlfriend. They were seated right across from where I was sitting, all cuddled up next to each other, with one ear phone in each other's ears, heads resting on the other's head, listening to Wail's iPod while singing to me. They're definitely boyfriend-girlfriend material. I wouldn't be surprised if one fine day one of them decides to own up and tell us what's really going on between the two of them, that they are secretly, an item. I wouldn't be surprised. Not surprised at all.At all.

After having lunch, we gave away leftover slices of cake to the people nearby with kids. Sitting across from us at the other end of the outdoor section of McDonalds was my rempit friend from Pusat Tusyen Kancil, Aiman Safwan who kept calling my name after recognising me there but I continued to ignore him. We're not exactly friends, we just know each other from tuition so I did not see the point of going up to him and saying hello and acknowledging his presence when all we ever do in tuition is argue and row about Justin Bieber.'Nuff said.

We walked many blocks away to go get dessert at the 100 Yen shop somewhere near Aunty Juliet's Garden Cafe and Restaurant after going into the fish pet shop. I even bought some fans there they were so cute I couldn't resist and everything sold at the shop was reasonably priced at only a RM 4.90 which is rounded off to RM5, which is basically the Japanese All For Five Ringgit Store here in Kota Kemuning. We had to walk a few blocks away as well just so they could see some dogs at the pet store and they wanted to go to another one.

Brenda,Deric, Adam and I gave up. They were walking too far away from McDonalds. We were getting tired and we were scared out parents might find out how we walked off so far away on our own. So, we turned around left them all there to themselves and walked back to McDonalds. This time we sat inside and just hung around while Deric ate his lime Sundae. The rest of them decided to come back about 40 minutes later and we were all sarcastic like " Wow, do I know you? Have we met? Golly, someone decided to come back to us."It was fun,fun, fun though Mama scolded me for going out so late, missing Zuhur prayers, having to replace it later on.

Note: We are not flashers.

2011-06-18T23:10:00.065+08:00

I called Alia Aishah yesterday at her grandma's house which we would be going the next day meaning today. I called in to ask her the time we'd be meeting up there to discuss and finish the finishing touches to our N.I.E. Newspaper in Education three page mini magazine entry. We had to submit two mini magazines and a short video. I called in politely, remembering all my phone manners like a good girl does.I bet I must've sounded all goody-two-shoes and innocent when Alia shouted on the end, " Who the **** is this?" I let out a sigh of relief.She asked me why I was all soft-spoken over the phone unlike my true self at school.

We decided to meet up at eleven in the morning til about one in the afternoon. The next morning, my mom woke me up pretty early at nine in the morning. I got up, turned on my iPod dock and started on my History folio homework from Thursday's lessons.My mom came knocking on my door a few minutes to check on me and asked if I had already showered. At this I said no to since I wanted to finish my homework before we go out later.I took a shower, got dressed and had breakfast with my parents at the kedai mamak and ate half of my roti boom with the other half finished by my dad.

It was pretty awkward at first.I was just sitting in the living room, Alia upstairs was taking a shower as my mom waited outside till she saw my host come into the room before she left. Then once she got down she ran to her Uncle Rahman and told him she had borrowed his Looney Tunes t-shirt which she'd later changed out of since she said " it smelled of him" so, she wore her night gown and a cap. We were so ghetto like that. An hour later, Fatin called and asked what time she and Hajar should drop by. We said now since I was already there.

I was in such a ~~bitchy~~ mood from morning till dinnertime. Everyone around me was so ~~bitchy. Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy~~. Fatin and Hajar came like at about one something. We kept prolonging and prolonging the time I was supposed to come home since every time my mom called in to ask what time she'll pick me up from Alia's grandma's place they still haven't shown, saying Hajar went to some mengaji class.They only called in today to ask what time we were to meet. They didn't even take the initiative. We nearly gave up hope for them and just wanted to call them to tell them to not come at all. Don't come at all.

We had to do a 3 minute video on one of our selected topics from the two mini magazine entries we will submit on Monday to Puan Mages. Our magazines were on Travelling and Talented Teenagers. Our video was about Talented Teenagers. They wanted me to play the piano but, everytime I play her baby cousin Daniel comes up to the piano and bangs on the keys and expects us to clap after his " performance" and which we do as told. So, we had Fatin sing. We were scrolling through lyric videos for her to sing but she was too fussy. Well you don't have a choice you came late. She objected to it, saying she does have a choice. I shouted at her.

Thank God it was only her maid and baby Daniel at home. Her Uncle Rahman, her aunt and grandma Tok Ma went out for lunch and to buy us McDonalds. Fatin and Hajar got a right scolding from her Tok Ma who is a retired guru penolong kanan from SMK Perempuan Sri Aman. Alia kept her cool about how pissed she was at our two, lovely group members while I totally lost it. I was in a right ~~bitchy~~ mood as I said earlier right until dinnertime where my parents and I went out to Empire Shopping Gallery and ate at Tarbush.

Correction: It is Alia Aishah Azahari's Uncle Arman not Rahman.

I'm glad you came. :)

2011-06-16T21:59:00.001+08:00

I found my senior The Wanted buddy, Afrina Azhar Form Four and I'm her junior The Wanted buddy. She was into Max George but, now she's into Jay McGuiness.As for me, well I've liked every single boy band member of The Wanted at different stages of my fan girling The Wanted. At first, it was Siva Kaneswaran. He was chiseled but as later Alia Aishah pointed out too chiseled and that he had these huge lips.

Then, I took a fancy to Max George and Tom Parker and Nathan Sykes, the youngest. Max is too buff and Tom sometimes looks too orangey spray tanned. And now, I'm fancying Nathan Sykes and Jay McGuiness and much to my distaste in Alia's version it is Jay McGayness. She keeps on teasing me about them and All Time Low (song, mind you not the band though I love them both equally) and Heart Vacancy.

Dirty Work

2011-06-11T20:10:00.004+08:00

I finally had the guts to hit my Facebook IM with the people I follow on Tumblr who live overseas. Today I talked to Lysha Mahoney. God,I must've sounded like a creep, telling her she was pretty. Well she is what else can I say? Today I went out with my dad to Subang Parade-just the two of us. Father- Daughter Day Out and I bought a nail polish remover at Sinma and the Asia Edition of All Time Low's Dirty Work. Is happy with herself and putting on an all smiles face.

I know you hate Bruno Mars.

2011-06-09T23:02:00.009+08:00

Sour bread.

2011-06-08T23:15:00.005+08:00

There's someone you hate in the midst of this crowd

you don't have to acknowledge their presence

like how I'm not acknowledging yours.

And you say I'm making conversation

by asking you a question

making you answer me back.

You say this is my excuse

for you to forgive and forget

all the words that I said

forcing it all in the back of your head.

And that no matter how hard I try

all the words that I said last night

Yeah, all the words that I said

all forced in the back of your head.

You'd still recall again.

And no one cares about your sad,pathetic life

except for yours truly

Me, myself and I.

But you say I'm making conversation

by asking you a question

making you answer me back.

You say this is my excuse for you to forgive and forget

all the words that I said

forcing it all in the back of your head.

And that no matter how hard I try

all the words that I said last night

Yeah, all the words that I said

all forced in the back of your head.

You'd still recall again.

NSN Weekend at Empire.

2011-06-07T19:10:00.002+08:00

Sound effects.

2011-06-07T14:57:00.000+08:00

The next morning, we got up early and woke up by ourselves with our own natural reflexes to the day. We were awake and yet we were still yawning and stretching and still laid on our beds well in Farah's case mattress. My bed's not big enough for the two of us. Even if it was you would not want to sleep on the same bed with me. I twist and turn and sometimes might hug you or snore lightly and that's only if I'm really tired. We didn't get up to take a bath and instead went straight down for breakfast. I could smell the smell of nasi lemak coming from downstairs even from the top of the stairs.

We were still rubbing at our eyes and ate our breakfast slowly, taking our own sweet time missing the time we were supposed to meet up at Aina's house. Farah called to say we were running a bit late and that we've just only finished our breakfast.No worries she was cool with it. The plan was to meet at her house at 9.30 in the morning and then walk together to the Matahari Club House as she was scared to walk there on her own. We went up changed into our swimsuits and put on t-shirt and pants over it and walked out the door and got our umbrella.It was drizzling and it was so cold outside.

My mom insisted she drive us there.We even tried walking off while she went inside to get her car keys after helping us take a photo which by the way is my current Facebook DP but failed.We were too slow and she was too fast. We put back our umbrella and got in the car. Aina didn't have her breakfast. There was no food in the house besides bread which she didn't like. Her mom had to phone her though her mom was only upstairs and we were just awkwardly chilling in the hallway to tell her to pick up her brothers from the nearby football field in front of the chinese primary school near the gas station.

Farah and I were both shocked at how her mom acted so irresponsibly to allow her underaged daughter at only fourteen drive her Mercedes or was that the BMW to pick up her sons even if it was nearby and we were stupid enough to sit in as passengers under an underaged driver's driving. At that time we thought it was pretty cool for her to learn to drive at such a young age and that both her younger brothers too can drive. But now that my dad gave me one trip back home long talk on underaged driving I understand that it is indeed dangerous and kids like us we're not thinking maturely enough. Not at this age. I'm sorry if I've offended anyone with this.

We dropped the boys back in the house and put back the car keys before we walked out the house gate towards the Matahari Clubhouse before realizing none of us brought the card so, Aina phoned her mom to bring her the card before she went back in again. We started making our way to the swimming pool, leaving our bags on a nearby umbrella shaded bench. Just when we were about to strip our clothes, revealing our swim suits we noticed a large group of chinese in the pool. We decided to stay in the baby- kiddie pool till those niggers decided to leave which was a heck of a long time till they finally did.

We didn't actually swim that much. My camera got wet while the niggers were in the pool and we were stuck in the baby kiddie pool alone with our own space. I placed the camera at the tiles and pressed on the self timer mode and we splashed and splashed and I took my goggles off and I looked so sepet. I was the only one among the three who were able to slide down with a splash. Their shorts or leggings weren't slippery enough for it. I wore a skirt to my advantage and I kept sliding and sliding and showing off.

After swimming, we were sitting on the bench under the umbrella with our towels hung low at our waists eating the boxed Apple Cinnamon cookies Farah brought from home. We thought of waiting to eat it until we got home but, we were too hungry to wait. Aina walked home for a shower while Farah and I waited back in the house. My mom cooked prawn pasta which we ate together, the three of us. My parents were none to impressed when we went home and told them excitedly how cool Aina was to learn to drive a Mercedes at our age and that the farthest she drove was Puchong, where her grandparents live. They shooked their heads in disapproval and we wondered where we went wrong.

P.S. You must be wondering why the blog post title is ' Sound Effects '. Well it's cause everytime we were fooling around and doing awkwardly cute stuff in the pool like splashing each other or such, Farah would make these weird sound effects.

I love my Haraf or Faraih( Farah) and Ania or Ainai ( Aina ) and

they too love their Haifos or Sofaih ( Sofiah; me ).