it must have been tough on both of us, right?

the drama on a small little tagboard, which im clueless as to how it started.

i couldnt bother myself to be upset or angry to what ANON has said.
to those who didnt know what the whole thing was about,
here's a short background information:

my post on 23 Dec 07, was on how dissatisfied i was with HAZIRAH, an ex-colleague from delifrance, whom i sadly found out was spreading tales about me at the workplace still.
not forgetting, i included the part how ALIE dumped syikin just like that - not telling her what her fault was, after two years of syikin evidently looked after him like her own life.
i've also included a short bite of how THE BOY called me sundal by mistake because i made him really angry. but all was cleared; we had a long talk and straightened out our differences.

suddenly, this ANON came and tagged my blog, perhaps keeping her fingers crossed that i'd reply, which i did.

(the italised words are my thoughts)

ANON
how sure are you he called you sundal by mistake? :D

first thing's first, you wanna act inquisitive on my blog, type out your own name, unless your parents gave you a cocky name.
well of course, i wondered why this person's called ANON. like what i've told diy, maybe he/she doesnt know how to spell anonymous.

ANON
I think you deserve being called that :D even if it is "by mistake" :D

i dont even care whether thousands or millions of people think i deserved to be called that. all that matters is the boy, my boy.
we really dont want anything to obstruct our relationship anymore.

oh, then i banned ANON.
irna tagged, directing to him/her.

irna
anon get a life sucker..

ANON
"mama" irna... i do have a life... :D butt off sucker! and CLEARLY! the gal you're trying to back up [unfortunately the attempt totally failed!] doesnt have a clue bout banning IP address....

i've banned him/her on the first IP address, which means, he/she has tried tagging on my blog with the same computer, only to find out that he/she was banned.
albeit that sad fact, he/she actually tagged again. so much effort, what a loser.

ANON
why do you ban? are you worried about the fact that people actually do hate you? EVEN YOUR SISTER? :D

i banned cos i dont want people to disrupt my blogging life. i dont care whether my sister hates me or what. ask her to stop being childish and act her age, instead of (pretending) being the older one in the family.

ANON
OH NOT TO MENTION? Even your mother? Your life sucks.... so MOVE ON ALREADY! Dont go bitching about other people behind their backs when they cant even read your blog! and then ban them.....

my mother loves me. this ANON sure thinks he/she lives with me. oh and how my family went out for a sumptious dinner the other night. which means, i've got a life.
oh i bitched about people who bitched about me first.
and i dont need them to read my blog, of course. isnt a blog supposed to be a free platform for bloggers to post whatever they want?

ANON
typical denial issues here...... mama ir super huge jugs which she doesnt have a problem hiding them :D sure will have a lot of things to say now won't she after you crawl to her to give you protection behind her big jugs? sorry..... wrong..... i think its super huge jugs which she doesnt have a problem hiding them :D

oh so now breasts are called "huge jugs"? come on ANON. he/she should stop using those jargons.

ANON
a word of advice to all dissers out there and to clueless bloggers who rely on banning .... why do you even put a tagboard if not ALL people can tag? IP address CHANGES.... doesnt take a geek to know that...... SO GO ON DISSING!

so who's dissing who actually? i've put a tagboard for my friends to tag, not some ANON who doesnt know hot to spell anonymous. tsk.

so when my friend asked what was happening, i told her to ignore whatever's happening. let the dog bark while it can.
ANON got angry!

ANON
A DOG? You equate my responses to a dog? A dog has a brain size of a peanut...... cmon AMIRA..... i tot you had more brain capacity to store this kind of info?????

a peanut? oh did he/she check this out on wikipedia or something? a dog barks what! so im correct, am i not?

ANON
I DON'T THINK SO!!!!!!!! CMON AMIRA!!!! I'm DYING TO KNOW WHO YOURE GONNA BITCH ABOUT IN YOUR NEXT UPDATE!!!!!

oh my, ANON must be a freak stalking me. haha.

then the list goes on.
it was never ending, until to the point of time i privatised my blog.
only a few people invited to read my blog.
so ANON can go and search for another blogger to diss and stalk.

ANON said i was immature for correcting his/her english (which was sadly, grammatically wrong most of the times) on a tagboard.

i beg to differ.

who's more immature to start a bloody war on a tagboard, sending multiple messages each time he/she comes to visit my blog? (:

How to Make Dogs Love You!

Steps:

1 - First of all, you cannot make a dog love you. The dogs have devoloped a "wolf sense" meaning they can tell your feeling. So they can tell how you really feel on the inside not just the appealing outside. Meaning, the dogs can tell if you are a fake.

2 - Be consistent. There's nothing more frustrating for a dog than an owner that can't make up his/her mind.

3 - Use single word commands like 'sit' and 'stay' and stick to them. Don't use 'stay' one day and 'wait' the next. If you teach a dog to lie down by saying 'down', don't teach him to get off of the couch by saying 'down'. He'll think you want him to lie down, use 'off' instead (the DOG must really get its itchy paws off the keyboard!).

4 - Use a friendly tone. When he is naughty (haha naughty!), use a stern, harsh tone.

5 - Don't hit your dog. It may make it aggressive and prone to biting (no wonder!)

6 - Make sure your dog is part of your pack. A dog who lives confined to a single room or garage all day and night will spend a lot of time alone. As pack animals, they need to be with their families, not isolated (awwwww. poor thing!)

(:

meeting the boy later!

i hate my sister.

the one who's turning THIRTEEN NEXT YEAR.

the one whom i HATE so much now.

f you.

a very happy merry christmas to all, from sherri (:

i planned to settle all outstanding bills by year end.
someone promised to pay either on saturday night (22/12), or sunday 12pm (23/12).
i checked my bank account on sunday 5pm. nope, still havent paid up.

so that someone texted me, and said to give her time.
i told her the deadline would be monday 10am (24/12), because m1 is already calling me up for payment.
i checked at 2pm. nope, still zero dollars transferred.

i let that pass, and checked again just now at 1.30pm.
NOPE. STILL HAVENT TRANSFERRED despited the time given to her.

that someone keeps apologising in the messages sent.
one thing's for sure, she's the most despicable human being i've ever seen in my whole life living.
breaks promises, empty words, irresponsible behaviour - and a liar.

avoiding my calls isnt always a good thing, you know?

so people all around the world, if you ever come across this girl named siti nursyafiqah bte mohd imran,
please remember. she's all of the above that i've mentioned.
she'll be so nice to you, and when you're there when she needs someone, she will never ever appreciate your help or kindness eventually.

she'll portray her sweet act in front of you to gain your sympathy.

i've fallen for her acting once, and now im suffering the aftermath of it all.
tsk.

and right now, im still waiting for the full payment to be made, like a stupid fool.

i reached home at 3pm today,
and went straight to bed.

at 7, i dropped by irna's house because my girlfriends were there.
but ended up watching this:



a chick flick movie, but interesting enough to keep my eyes glued to the screen.
the dance moves were all fresh, but the part where both rival cheer teams had to form another team together was cliche - because both were short of cheer mates.

im happy nonetheless, having to spend christmas eve watching flat-abs girls jumping around in mini skirts.
so demoralising, haha.

so anyway,
i am so ready to usher in the new year with arms wide open, because 2008 is the year that i've been waiting for.
the year i'll graduate (like finally!) with my desired diploma, and also the 3 to 4 months break which i deserve after all these years in poly.

blissfully happy :)

and come 2008, im ready to make a change - to my ownself.

my initial plan when i got home around half an hour ago, was not to blog.
i just wanted to throw myself on my bed and sleep til morning.

BUT! some issues are bothering the hell out of me, so here i am blogging close to 3am.

number one

it's been quite a while since i've QUIT from delifrance,
and no, i wasnt terminated.
so to HAZIRAH who has been spreading tales to EVERYONE in delifrance that i got TERMINATED because i've been STEALING MONEY,

go and fuck your own arse if you can.
if your ambition is to be a newscaster on channelnewsasia in the near future,
im sorry to say, you are only a few inches away from becoming a makcik kepo at the void deck.
your busybodying is not even fit to be labelled as voyeourism, sadly.
go and pick up some knitting skills, or buy some insurance for that filthy mouth of yours, ok?
oh, you think my friends keep things from me? you are so wrong!
we just had a group talk just now, and you've just been labelled as bitchy by US.
you'll go, "at least she (syikin) never takes money, not like kak mira." when you're at work.

FUCK YOU LA SIAL.

since when did you marry my brother? and since when did i even call you adik, man.
like seriously. grab the mirror and do some self reflection upon yourself.

having fun telling everyone that i've been terminated for taking money all this while, huh?
why not go marry that stupid indian manager - the one you hail like he's God?
since both of you share the same traits as each other, go ahead!
and one thing's for sure, i've never walked in delifrance while reading my A.Maths notes - giving a connotation that im a smart aleck from some laoya pekak junior college.
in the end? you got retained (boo hoo hoo), and eventually dropped out of college to go to polytechnic.

HAHA. as dumb as i am, i've never got retained anywhere in any point of life, alhamdullillah.

so stop being a two-faced bitch, and start living a normal teenage life, little kid.
i am so over delifrance, anyway.
oh and did i mention that NO ONE likes you even as friends or acquaintances?

ooops. im so mean, aye?

you triggered this blog entry, HAZIRAH.
if i ever see you at the streets of singapore one day,
im gonna spit on you.
but then again, i dont know how to spit. so i'll let you, the litle midget, rot and die on your own.

talk behind my back somemore. go talk.

now you know why the guys you like never really reciprocated your feelings, right?
go and think la, stupid.

number two

two years of being in a relationship with my friend, you ended everything for no reason,
and left her hanging, searching for the answers to her own questions.
you made her wait at your void deck for so long, and then you could actually bring yourself to lie to her - making her travel to another destination just to talk to you.

all in the name of love.

if you're a man, and you have balls hanging down there,
meet her face-to-face to talk to her, not treating her like a fool, when she's trying her best to work things out.

i thought you were OUR friend.

but heck. i was so wrong.
go and have a flower bath or something. think.

number three

this one is short and simple.
someone called me sundal by mistake,
and i bet with you, he's not even regretting his own fault.

a fucked-up saturday.

here's a gist of what is currently playing on my windows media player right now.

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it ok

I miss you

avril lavigne! such an emo song, right?
well, who wouldnt be feeling emo, when you realise that your mum has removed your ceiling fan to be washed for the night.

it's such a wonderful friday night, with NO breeze at all when i open my bedroom windows. very sad, indeed.

so it's between the living room, or the sister's room for tonight.
either ways, im screwed because i can only sleep soundly in my room.

oh. finally my favourite song's on the media player.
fall out boy's the take over the breaks over (:

in reference to nadya
's blog entry on 18 Dec 07, i've no choice but to ditto with what she had said there.
i was on the verge of bursting out a loud "KANINA!" when a china woman kicked my leg while i was SLEEPING in the train, and zero apologies offered to me - a poor student who's been in school since effing 8.30am.

fine. i decided to let that pass.

and then, at jurong east after the boy alighted,
this brainless nyonya came out of nowhere, and took the initiative to squeeze in and LEAN ON ME.
she thinks im an osim massage chair free to the public?
i made several gestures to hint to her that she was leaning on a girl struggling to carry her laptop and trying to find balance.

but no, she was still oblivious to all of my gestures.
to top it all off, i was in a rather melancholic mood.

when the train reached boon lay, i knew i was in deep shit.
the number of people who zoomed their way to the train doors in a matter of seconds really amazed me.
if i had fallen flat on my face, i'd probably get trampled on and maybe die an innocent death.

and 242's queue was atrocious. it stretched all the way to 187's queue (no joke, for real), and there were actually people who happily cut the queue,
but still act nonchalant about the whole thing!

KNNCB.

remind me never to go out on a friday evening.
but then again, it's singapore.
all these kiasu people are everywhere.

oh. i hope you do realise that i dont like it when you spend nights outside home, because im certain you wont be able to get sufficient sleep for yourself.
what more a jamming session with your friends at 11pm?

so what if there's NR tonight?

courtesy of hidayah (:

1. Do the following without complains
2. Choose 5 people to do this after you completed yours.
3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.


Favourites
Colour: Green
Food: Breeks' Mushroom Soup
Song: Remember Me This Way by Jordan Hill
Movie: Casper (the very first movie i watched anyway. heh)
Sport: Floorball (oh my god, those primary school days)
Day of the week: Tentative
Seasons: Windy, Breezy
Ice cream: Phish Food at Ben & Jerry's



Currents
Mood: Good
Taste: Alright.
Clothes: Blue skirt, Blue top
Desktop: Windows XP (in school, we're not allowed to change any wallpaper)
Toenail: Disgusting
Time: 11.07am
Surrounding: Quiet, im the only one in the room
Annoyances: Not having breakfast
Thoughts: The boy who is currently sleeping like a log at home



First
Best Friends: Zulaiha (since kindergarten!)
Crush: Khairul Anwar (waaaaaaaaay back in primary 4)
Movie: Casper
Lie: oh. i forged my mum's signature on my primary 1 spelling list, and told Mrs Quek that my mum used a pencil to sign
Music: Can't remember



Lasts
Cigarette: I don't smoke
Drink(alcohol): Neh.
Car Ride: Yesterday
Phone Call: The boy
CD Played: Britney's Oops I Did It Again (ok loser!)


Have you ever
Dated your bestfriend: Yeah.
Broken the Law: Ya. I download music from Ares, and smuggle DVDs from Johore. shh.
Been Arrested: Nope



Skinny-Dipped: Haha no.
Been on Tv: Once. For some National Day thing long ago.
Kissed Someone you dont know: Haha. None.
5 things you are wearing: Camper shoes, skirt, top, tudung, ring
4 things you're done today: Msn, video production, mass emailing, sms
3 things you can hear right now: Aircon, Diyana's footsteps, Door opening
1 thing you do when you bored: Eat



5 people to do this:
Aiya. anyone la.


dad bought me a ring. sweet?

“Teaching as a Career” Seminar
Date: 26th January 2008 Time: 2.30 p.m.
Venue: Orchard Hotel, Grand Ballroom L3



To register, please call the MOE Hotline:
1800-840-8585

i saw the above advert while surfing MOE's teaching website,
and right now,
im thinking whether to go.

it's during school hours,
and i havent found any kakis yet to go with me.

so how?
opinions, please.

Which Harry Potter Character Are You?

My Result: Ginny Weasley

You rarely need Polyjuice potion because you're usually happy just being you! While you might not make the biggest splash or cause drama, you slowly and steadily win over lots of people who think you're pretty darn wonderful. While you can be a little shy and self-conscious at times (especially around a crush), you're probably considered to be a BFF by more than just one person.


Luckily, your talents aren't just the magic kind. You're also kind and smart and just great to be around. Looks like you'll have a very charmed life indeed!

Take this test >

Which Spice Girl Are You?

My Result: Sporty Spice

On your mark...get set...GO! Now that you're done with this mental workout, you'll be thrilled to know that you're Sporty. With your one-two combo of smiles and strength, you keep it all together in style. And do we have to state the obvious? You always stand out from the group. Way to take one for the team.


You don't have to be a super-athlete (or wear tracksuits all the time, thank goodness) to be true to your type. Just keep playing the game of life and you're sure to win!

Take this test >

i swear this is getting nowhere. but i'll carry on anyway!

Are You More Paris or Lindsay?

My Result: 100% Lindsay Lohan

It's just your luck that you're like this driven and gifted teen queen. With your talents, it looks like your future's gonna be fully loaded!

Take this test >

ok, a little bit far-fetched here.

Which Britney Spears Are You?

My Result: The Mouseketeer

We're not going to come right out and call you a goody-goody, but, well, you're kind of a goody-goody. Even if you aren't completely fresh-faced and innocent, you sure can act the part. With your thousand-watt smile and your upbeat attitude, you usually don't have a problem making friends and keeping them around. If you have a naughty side, you sure do hide it well.


Like everyone else, you aren't a happy camper all the time, but an upbeat spirit like yours can't help but shine. You're coming up in the world, so get ready to make your mark!

Take this test >

so i have a naughty side? nasty!

What Kind of Valentine Are You?

My Result: a Love-Struck Valentine

Of course your heart's a-flutter over Valentine's Day: Cupid's arrows seem to have hit you right on target. This holiday was obviously made for smitten lovebirds like you. We bet you'll be whispering sweet nothings long after the 14th. Just try not to make everyone too jealous.

Take this test >

lovestruck yo! haha.

Which Emoticon Are You?

My Result: Smiling Face

What's up, smiley? Somehow you just always seem to find a way to turn that frown upside down. Your upbeat attitude and friendly demeanor brighten up any room, including your favorite chat room.


Like your classic emoticon counterpart, you're a staple on anyone's list. Boring days and sleepless nights are far more bearable when you're online to chat. Whether you're shooting the breeze, catching up, or giving out advice, you can cheer up anyone on the other side of the conversation. So keep lightening the mood, making new friends, and bringing smiles to other folks' faces. After all, it's just so natural for you!

Take this test >

i bring smiles to people's faces?


ok that is certainly enough for now.
im feeling so bored now. hence the boring entry.

on a brighter note, my sister was posted to pioneer secondary.
she's growing so fast, its actually scaring me.
it seemed like just yesterday i saw her take her first few steps.

i hope sherri stops growing.

from dictionary.com,

regret:

1. to feel sorrow or remorse for (an act, fault, disappointment, etc.)

2. to think of with a sense of loss: to regret one's vanished youth.

3. a sense of loss, disappointment, dissatisfaction, etc.

4. a feeling of sorrow or remorse for a fault, act, loss, disappointment, etc.

by amy bloom,

Love at first sight is easy to understand;
It's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime, that it becomes a miracle.

go figure.

saturday was spent with the boy; iqah had her 16th birthday gathering at bakerzin, millennia walk .


birthday girl!






the raspberry souffle was heavenly!
im itching for the chocolate ones, soon enough.

happy belated 16th, iqah!
this lucky girl received a gorgeous bracelet and a chanel no.5 lipstick from her brother,
a goldlion handbag from her cousin,
a billabong wallet from sastri,
and an esprit hand pouch from the boy and i.

quite branded for a 16-year old, aye?

im addicted to the souffles.
fried mars bars campak ke tepi (:

"when i turn twenty in two months, i want a bouquet of many many roses, ok?"

one hundred stalks of red roses.

you promised me that.

and you have exactly two months to save for it, babe.









when you're best of friends with your significant other, you'll tend to be shameless at times (:

i've always loved the number fourteen.



love, is when silence becomes a new language. - mawar hassan

happy 16th month, baby boy (:

i love bees after watching bee movie a few weeks back.



now i love chipmunks.
they are so cute, i couldnt stop smiling even after the show.
theodore's my personal favourite.
go watch it, people!
alvin and the chipmunks is a must watch on your december list!

thanks baby. i had fun with you.

let me blog from the events that happened since friday.

friday

it was shop, shop, shop til we drop with irna, ida, and ikin (:
dinner was at vivo city's fig & olive,
which was seriously not worth the money at all.
$88 for three main course, a sandwich, criss cut fries, and six fried drumlets.
i wouldnt pay for the service charge, if i had a choice, really.

and i dont wish to elaborate on how poor the service was.

the four shopped around until all our feets turned sore,
but still insisted on making a trip to mustafa centre, since ikin's boyfriend was driving.

there were reasonable number of pictures taken,
but until i find my digital camera misplaced in my room,
the pictures would have to wait, haha.

saturday

saturday was a day i've been waiting for, undeniably!
since the boy will be at esplanade with his friends at the ska gig for the whole day,
i've decided to make my own plans, and ask my girlfriend out for a date.







heavy lunch was at zam zam bugis,
followed by chocolate cream chip at starbucks raffles city.
met her mum in the evening, and it was all a walk down memory lane for both of us.

since kindergarten, and still meeting.
how cool is that, right siti? :)

happy happy day.

sunday

i'll skip this due to unforseen circumstances.

today

a rainy but ecstatic day.
but that didnt stop me from walking the whole of sim lim square,
eating chicken murtabak at zam zam,
and the long walk to bugis mrt station;

all with the boy.

i shall start to blog happy happy things from now on, heh.

my initial plan was to update about the blast i had yesterday,
but i decided to do that tomorrow instead.

i received an email from dad, who is currently in thailand.
here's a gist of what he wrote:

Apa khabar Kakak? Semua OK ke? How’s your school? Ayah nak cakap sikit ni, Akak dah berhenti kerja ke belom? Kalau Akak tak kerja lagi, nanti Ayah kasi duit belanja lebih sikit. Duit hand phone tu Ayah leh tolong boleh bayar sikit-sikit.

here's what i replied to him:

hello.

akak dh tk keje langsung.
tapi akak tgh cari. tknk susahkan ayah.
ari tu mama bebel psl ayah kena byr tu, bayar ni, then uat pe akak nk mintak duit skola lebih?
akak tau drpd dulu akak slalu susahkan ayah.
ni akak nk cari keje aru pun psl nk byr bil hp tu sume.
mama pun mana suke tgk muke akak kat umah pe.
bab tu akak klua. klua pun psl nk cari keje hujung minggu.

bilangkan mama, dh bagus tau akak tk mintak mama duit tau.
akak dh third year kat poly, duit utk beli filming tapes ngan class funds sume akak lum byr,
psl akak tkde duit.
akak pernah tk mintak mama?
tk pernah tau.

hp akak ilang ari tu, akak beli second hand hp sendiri, duit sampai abes.
mana de suroh mama atau ayah belikan?

sudahla, nk cerita panjang2 psl hal duit ni sume uat pe.
tkya nk risau. akak tgh cari keje. tkya org tua akak susah2 byrkan pape.

bye.

then i burst into tears.
more. later.

from the bottom of my heart,
i have to admit,












that i actually preferred you without any handphones.

im such a selfish being.

i walked in the rain, clenching my fist; trying my very best not to slip and fall.
reached home to an almost empty house, rushed to my room; sat cross-legged on the already-messed up bed.
shivering and clad in my wet gear, i stared at the handphone; nope you didnt call at all.

you never understood me. never.

with all the problems wrapped around me at home,
the last thing i needed is for you to disappear into thin air when i needed you the most.
it was my fault that i was in an exceptionally grouchy disposition,
but have you ever wondered what triggered it?
questions questions questions.
all you did was question me.
have you ever sat me down and talked to me calmly on what happened?

when i come home, i'd love to have a mother to ask me how school was,
how my day went,
and whether dinner was alright for me.

not a mother to look at me for a mere three seconds,
and then eyes glued to the television screen.

i was frantically searching for something sharp and dangerous - maybe to cut my wrist for the fun of it.
or some sleeping pills to make me fall into a deep sleep til morning.
but nope, i found none of those.

i messaged three girlfriends.
only one available, and ready enough to hear what i had to say.

i changed into dry clothes, and made a two-minutes walk to her house.
walked into her familiar room, and buried my face into her blanket.

and cried.
and cried.

i sobbed like i've never cried before.
it's been a while anyway.

i reached home at 10.30pm, to an almost empty house again.
and nope, you still didnt call.



thanks, girlfriend.

was reading erlinna's blog, and one of the quizzes cracked me up.
i cant help but try (:



Lets101 Quizzes - Quizzes For Fun

how can a two-minute web quiz determine how many guys fall in love with you?
there are not that many guys in Singapore anyway!

last week when i went to east coast with the boy's family,
i piggybacked the boy while walking along the beach.
so a few days ago when he slept at my house,
the aftermath of me carrying him suddenly struck him in the head.



he INSISTED that i piggyback him there and then.
i assure you that in the picture, i was really carrying him on my back.
look at his elated face! i should have dropped him, haha.

then while i was lying down with my two sisters in my bed,
he squeezed in out of nowhere, and decided to kick all of us down to the mattress on the floor!
what a mean boyfriend!



so this was what he got in return.
i pushed him to the side of the bed, and it took him quite some time to get out.
because all of us left the room after he got stuck at the bed side.

revenge is sweet.

and since the boy will be meeting his friends on saturday,
i will be meeting my girlfriend!
it has been eons since i've last met her, and im getting excited to spend the whole day with her.

(:

it's the start of the brand new month.



and here i am, wondering how the boy is able to put up with my nonsense for almost a year and a half, and hopefully counting.

and sadly, im regretting some stuff now.

i admit, i've never mastered the art of knowing different word definitions at the back of my palm.
so today, i seeked the assistance of dictionary.com, in order to bring forth my message for the entry.

slut /slʌt/ [sluht]
–noun
1.
a dirty, slovenly woman.
2.
an immoral or dissolute woman; prostitute.

slut, in my personal and humble opinion, is never never a word to be used on anyone at all.
slut is a mean word (:
a friend of mine, whom i've just got close to recently, was called slut a couple of times on her tagboard,
just because she blogged about someone invading her exclusive rights, and blogging style.

one thing i have to remind people out there,
there is zero need to go to the extend of calling her slut.
it's her blog, she has the rights to blog about anything at any time at all.

angry at her? dissatisfied at what she blogged about?
then approach her nicely, instead of bombarding her the unorthodox way.

and to fiqah, i give you til 10 december 07 to pay me back every single cent.
that's exactly seven days from now.
if i still hear no news from you or whatsoever,
i'll be more than ready to sit down and talk to your mum about what a good girl you've been the whole year round.

read my lips.

an old photo back then when we were attached to marshall cavendish.

she has practically been there for me throughout, and still is.
when the stupid fish hook got embedded in my toe on national day, she was there with me, spending long, agonising hours at the hospital.
she never complained a thing, neither did she blame me for having that fish hook stuck in my toe (it's not my fault!).
six months having her as a fellow comrade in marshall was sufficient time to get to know her better.

but i never mentioned this though.
i was very glad to have her in my group for TEP, yet for another six months.

she has seen me sitting on the toiletbowl and crying my eyes out,
seen me with disgusting, unkempt hair on the wheelchair,
and witnessed me through my bittersweet moments.

i love you, my 19 february twin (:

on a random note,
im craving for chicken rice and ben & jerry's at vivo city NOW.

that once, familiar, friendly, loving vibe seemed to disappear into thin air.
i couldnt relate to you like how i used to,
let alone flash you a smile like always.

i just cant talk to you anymore.


her: are you going to your cousin's wedding? get dressed, come on.

me: im not going. i've got plans, im going out.

her: why? its your cousin's wedding. please. just go.

me: i dont want to. im going to look for a job.

her: today? go tomorrow. or even this afternoon after the whole thing.

me: nope. i dont wish to.

or maybe, i just wanna be alone.