on saturday...



and...





we are two very happy campers (:

i love makeovers - the wonders of having another party changing your make-up antics.

the boy and i were having a CSI NY dvd marathon last sunday.
channel 5 has been over-exposing CSI and CSI Miami too much, i've never realised how good CSI NY is.

there was a scene from one of the episodes though, which hit a raw nerve in me.

CSI officer: that jerk has been beating you up! you filed four complaints, but you took all back in the end! why?

abused wife: because i know he loves me. and i love him too. he apologises after hurting me, and that's that.

that caught me thinking.
and the boy looked at me, and said sorry - something which he seldom says to me after all these months.

all the apologies, all the i love yous,
somehow i feel we're not meant to be, sorry love.

dlm hal duit & amanah, jgn main-main la siaaallll.

tgif (:

i was almost late for school this morning.
i was so close to jumping out of my skin when the alarm clock rang, and when i snoozed it for the umpteenth time, it showed 6.32am.

the head was spinning as usual,
and to make it worse,
sherri was having a rough morning unlike her normal self, which was inevitably scary.
she started to pounce and bit my foot wherever i was walking, and it really got onto my nerves.

time check: 6.45am

and yours truly was still in pyjamas!
but things took a turn for the worst when...

1 - i couldnt find my intended black tudung
2- i realised that i havent ironed my delifrance uniform
3 - i forgot to switch the heater on while bathing
4 - dont make me elaborate anymore!

i think i look like a bozo clown today.
when i was briskwalking my way to the bus stop, i suddenly remembered that my ezlink had no value in it!

as if i wasnt peeved enough, i only had $0.85 in my wallet.
short of a freaking 5cents to take the freaking crowded bus to freaking boon lay interchange!

so i had to make a detour to the grumpy mama's kedai and buy a nonsensical 10cents sweets, just for loose change.
and NO, the horrible, grumpy indian man started demanding me for 10cents, because he refused to spare me the coins!

stupid nincompoop.

looking stern early in the morning, i insisted that i had zero coins.
so i won. haha you stupid man.

and then?
242 was full. i had to squeeze in with hundreds of other homosapiens for space.

oh. im being a bad girlfriend and daughter recently.
i refuse to go home before midnight, because i dont wanna meet the parents.
and i dont wanna meet my boyfriend because im tired of mini squabbles and mediocre arguments.

fuck la.

i need a normal life. if only hawaii was next door.

"stop blogging la, i wanna smack you already la!!" says Clorine.

*coughs coughs* says miRa.









and the boy's dad gave me three wake-up calls this morning at six.
and darn, i had to wake up, whether i like it or not.

i am so not in the mood today.

i miss the boy.

and i wished i could run away from home,
clap my hands and a $50 bill would fall from the sky.

wait.

actually, i just wished you could treat me better, mum.
dont blame me if im not coming home ever again.

freaking hilarious, a super bad ass movie.
a recommendation from the boy and i (:

the boy picked me up from work last night.
the initial plan was to eat at fish and co,
but we were being too irritatingly indecisive.

so in the end?

we ate at centrepoint's macdonalds.
very anti-climax, right?

but i think the day was well-ended with a very good movie,
and a good four hours spent with him.

i think i prefer school life now.

i am utterly malcontented by a very touchy issue at present.
fumes are coming out from both ears, and i get peeved whenever i think about it.
and here, i am not shy to pour my WOES and TRIBULATION on the world wide web.

a bit of background information:

those who have known me long enough would testify to this,
i am a very soft-hearted person by nature and any sight of other people suffering would make me tear. or even cry badly, depending on the degree of misfortune that befalls.

for example,
i buy tissues from the old folks or such everytime i see them and at everywhere i go.
if there are three old men selling the same tissues for $1, i'd buy from all three and walk off contented.
usually, at the end of the day i would have, let's say, twelve packets of tissues bought at different destinations i went for the day.
no joke, right now i have one big bag of those tissues; i never use them at all.

if i see any disabled people asking sitting on the parapets of any shopping centres,
i'd zoom my way through just to plonk in any amount of coins i have in my pockets or wallet.
it has been the usual practice; i'd empty my pockets full of coins, and then end up walking home from boon lay instead of taking the bus (my ezlink is always empty!).

i will feel the terrible urge to cry whenever i see or hear anyone cry.

and when people are in need of money, or in need of help in any forms, i'd try my utmost best to offer assistance, as long as the other party's happy.

a quote from my ex-boyfriend, "you think of other people too much before yourself. thats bad."
i never knew how bad it was until recently.

i remembered helping this particular girl and her brother top up their mobile prepaids, due to the fact that they had no atm cards, and their grandfather had just passed away back then.
out of sympathy, i helped both top up using my own cash first. why?

"i'll pass the money once i see your sister in school ok?"

the real story now:

i took your words for that. and waited. and waited. and up till now, i havent gotten my money back.
nope, im not being calculative or callous here, but think.
when im so in need of money, where is the help that i long for?
one soothing fact about me, i dont mind you taking time to pay.
but what did alexander graham bell invent the telephone for?
zilch calls or messages from you to at least have the courtesy to inform me.
if you had informed me, then maybe this blog entry wouldnt have come about.

oh. and because you wanted a handphone line so much, i signed up one for you for your own convenience.

"i will control the bill and not overuse it ok?"

then yesterday the bill came. $295 for one whole month.
even my bill never cost that much.

so yesterday, i texted YOUR mobile, thinking that you would reply.
and i received a, "ni sape?" instead.
to cut short the story, you let your boyfriend use the line that is under MY name, and never even took the liberty to let me know.
and when i asked your boyfriend who was going to foot the bill,
all i got was,

"under nama kau pe! so tkpe ah."

oh, what a funny remark there. im laughing so much till my belly's aching.
you know what, girl?
i am so disappointed in you, i dont even wanna think about you now.
whats the point if i keep asking zul to remind you and such, when i dont even get the respect from you yourself?

why do i get stepped all over the head when all i wanna do is to HELP.
am i that gullible?

maybe i should stop being so nice afterall. suckers.

siti nursyafiqah, you'd better stop taking advantage of me,
before i start calling your mum and demand the money from her. both $28 and $295.
i am very mean if people keep doing this to me, which is just too bad.

my eyelids were starting to get heavy moments ago, until i came to realise that i had to settle some stuff for my TEP group by tomorrow.
so here i am online, and surfing the net; fingers crossed that the laptop wont die on me halfway.

but look what i found:



WTF.

shah rukh khan? i dont think he's that hot, really.
but i got a great good laugh for five minutes just by looking at this ad.
i dont know why - it cracks me up, lol.

and right now, im yawning so bad,
my eyes are getting so watery, and my throat had turned dry.
im having such a bad flu and the cough is worsening.

it would be awkward to be on medical leave on the first week of school, dont you think so?
(but don't lie la, which sane schooling Singaporean student wouldnt love medical leaves!)

shit. the mucus is hanging at the tip of my nose.

oh. i am so loving my psp. PUZZLE BUBBLE & VIRTUA TENNIS (:

from gamepro.com,

"The new PSP doesn't look any different from a distance, but the system's subtle and welcome updates quickly come into view when up close."

"Details of the new PSP announced this week: It's a slimmer build and noticeably lighter when in hand. There is a glossy coat over the paint job, WLAN/Wi-fi switch moved to top of unit next to UMD drive. The UMD chassis has been streamlined; no awkward slide button to pop it open just a little groove you slip your thumb under and it pops out (much better!). Sony has confirmed that additional RAM has been added to improve UMD load times in games. The battery is far, far lighter (and smaller). Plugging in a PSP Fat battery will give nearly double battery life according to Sony because the new PSP is far more 'fuel efficient.' The speakers have moved; they're close to the top of the unit, above your thumbs, and the D-pad and four action buttons have been vastly improved; they feel great, much more like PS3 controller."

and from tomorrow onwards,



this is going to be my new companion, except that it's clad in pink (:

i like!
im using up practically the whole of my final month's attachment's pay for this,
but i dont mind, really.
those in marshall cavendish can probably testify how badly i've longed for this.

i might even have to resort to bringing packed lunches and drinking from my doraemon bottle now,
but who cares.
i am so blinded by my brand new gadget.

what shall i name it? nancy? abu? aminah? john? dick?
haha.

i was in a terribly bad mood on friday,
so i didnt have time to blog about this:



happy fourteenth month, syid.
you were the only one who would go to such extents just to get those fried prawns for me.
i love you, so stop digging my nose randomly.

oh and did i mention that i'll officially end school on 7th march 08?
im slowly trying to love nyp now.
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nope, not working (:

second day of TEP.

i am stuck with blessann, clorine and darren.







oh no.

this year's raya wasnt as much of a blast compared to previous years.
poor ardinah has chicken pox. so all of us pretty much wasnt in much of any festive mood.

but here are the pictures nonetheless.


































and today's the fourteenth.

first syafiq,

then aliff,

now?



this particular cashier cum server has also abruptly resigned from delifrance.
she grabbed her brown US Polo bag and walked away
she ought to do that long time ago anyway.

and currently she is scouting for a new job - hoping to do something she really enjoys, with no particular parties pushing her around and blaming her for every mediocre thing that crops up.

oh. and hopefully no other managers who tells her, "you are exactly the same as rasyid. you spoil my day."
yes. she despises people who involve the boy's name into any argument or displeasement that occurs.

so once again, who are you to judge whether she's exactly the same as rasyid? now i know why he left in a puff that night when you terminated him, dear manager.

and that girl did the same thing just now. because of your foul mouth.
you made her quit her job of two years - a job which she's loved a lot.
so dont come pointing fingers at her and say that she's changed.

you're the changed one, you stupid manager.
are you so hungry for more power in delifrance?

once again, there'll be no more nur amira standing at the counter, working her ass off counting the money and painstakingly making cappucinno and teh tarik for jerks like you, MANAGER.

right now im enjoying life watching mimpi manis on sensasi and looking at dad vaccuuming the house. hehe.

salam aidilfitri, and goodbye delifrance.

ramadhan bazaar at geylang.

for the fourth time (or was it fifth?) in the month of ramadhan, i've actually garnered enough chilvary to make a trip to geylang serai again just now, running mum's errands.

the crowd got worse as ramadhan is coming to an end. and i've probably seen same stalls stretched across the bazaar itself since five years ago?

same thing every year: kebaya nyonya, dendengs, otak-otaks, chicken seaweed (personal favourite), and the mat minahs terpekik terlolong.

i apologise if i do offend anyone, but i really dont get it.
with piercings and tattoos all over the bod, you guys actually dared to strut your asses down the roads of geylang?
feeling a moment of fame? more like infamous to me.

hey i know i im not perfect, nobody's perfect.

but at 5pm, under the scorching heat of the afternoon sun,
you guys slurp ice cold drink in front of other muslims, who i believe, are waiting to break fast.

what happened to "mari kita hormat mereka yang berpuasa?"

rude and inconsiderate, why be a public nuisance when you could actually stay at home at maybe eat with the family, yeah?

which brings me to the topic. i could actually count the number of times i broke fast with the family this year.
due to work commitments, i had to fill my stomaches with dozens of tuna baguettes across the four weeks, missing out on the delicious feasts mum has prepared for the family.

i miss the family.

and the only thing i contributed this year was purchasing the bling-bling lights to be hung outside the house. even then, the boy bought it for the family; all i did was to choose the type of lights i liked.

see fana? im worse off than you :(

and mum didnt even complain a single bit!
she even prepared for me a mini tupperware of homemade cakes and cookies labeled "utk dimakan" at the top.

so as you guys realise, im not looking forward to this year's hari raya.
growing older means more reflection, and i hate doing reflections.
so point proven.

and below are just random statements because miss lazy bug has attacked me right now. i need to bathe because i stink of baguettes.

- i just rebonded my hair.

- i just went for a pedicure this afternoon.

- the boy gave me a surprise visit at work just now.

- i cant believe the parents bought a hot pink baju kurung for me.

- i have to bathe. i stink.

i bought this for the boy, for our anniversary next week.



the boyfriend finally has his own psp.
now there'll be no more unnecessary trips to sim lim square just to look at psp and what-nots.

the speechless look on his face,
with the smile that brightened up his face,

it was all worth it on my part.

i love you.

in fergie's latest song, big girls dont cry.

im a girl.
im big.

but why did i still cry just now?

am i too manly to be a girl?

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how am i to celebrate hari raya looking pretty with half of face turning blue-black and swollen as time goes by?

and my upper lip getting inflamed and stinging with pain?

with the back of my head excrutiating with excessive tumid?