DURIAN RUN!

Best impromptu makan durian outing ever.
Until pagi-pagi boleh smell...
@.@;;

Presenting heavy-weight durian eater... Me.
(Sharil go die. I won and you know it.)
Akmal and Sid lembik.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA...

Balik rumah, panas siot.......
I had to put the aircond down to 16 degrees.

Gelak non-stop since 4pm.
My cheeks hurt, My abs hurt, my ass hurts and my fingers are all tingly from dera-ing.
Akmal, I'm gonna rindu you like madness!
:-(
If only I knew you, like, YEARS ago.

The car rides,
I love the singing.
Sid (and abovesaid Monkeykusayang), You boys are AWESOME!

Oh, so anyway, ceritanya was like this...
Semalam, or petang semalam, Akmal picked me up to go mamaking at around 3 45pm.
At 4 20pm, we picked up The Michelleness from her house. (I didn't get lost!)
Went to meet up with Sid and Hendi at Al'Rawsha. (Yes, the sellout place)
Had some sheysha until Akmal had to go jalan to the LRT to go to PeeJay to eat at Lotus with his family (since a family fried was throwing a farewell dinner and he ate so much).
Sid, Hendi, Michelle and I went to this Indon food place and makaned.
I'm not big on indon food.
That said, after Hendi and Sid makaned, we went to the mamak and Michelle and I had roti canai. Malaysians what. How to live?
Waited at the mamak to meet up with Sharil, Christina, Yuki, Liza and Jean.
Akmal called at around 10-ish cos he dah finish makan and I told him to dengar cd dalam his kereta first and we'd be back at Rawsha in a few mins.
First time I went to that place twice in a day...

Anyway, Rawsha again.
Soon Seng appeared and we had LOADS of fun.
Gelak tak habis.
Lots of singing.
With alot of arab white noise in the background. (no offence to the middle easterns)
(Yes, we grew up on Vengaboys, The SUgar Hill Gang and House of Pain, Yes, we're cool. I know.)

Then suddenly and on impulse.
(After sending Michelleness home and asking permish from the fatherling)
We agreed to go pay for the mint-tea and head out to chaukit road to makan durian and it was the best impulsive durian act I have ever done.
JEAN, honey, I WANT THEM PICTURES YOU TOOK!
omg.
(zen mine muzzer called up und she was all pizzed at me zinze she did not leik me ot zo late, even iv ze fazzerling gave ze permizzion. Alzo, und I zot vos unvair, she brought up ze fact that I am zingle. Ztupid voman...)
I think the guy who owned the durian stall loved us cos he was being so nice.
Hahahahahahahaha...
Ninetysomething ringgit worth of durian okay.
Sharil, Sid, Akmal and I were all mabuk durian ady.
(D101 and D24 are the BEST!)
Again with the nonstop gelak and several slips of the tongue on my part which made the guys leave some comments which i'd not want to ingat.

We left the stall around 2am...
Jalan pun dah terhuyung-hayang.
Thank God for Akmal who was being my knight in shining armour and helping me all over the place so I don't keel over from laughing and duriantoxication.
(and NO Sid, the jatuh outside the car was NOT intentional. I really did almost fall down. Me and Akmal are not LIKE THAT!)
Bought 29 ringgit worth of durian for the parentals to consume.

Tak boleh tido until 5am. Babi...
woke up at 9 am feeling abit... fresh?
Pelik.
Madness kind of pelik. Oh, and with stale durian breath too.
Eww.

Sharshar, Siddums and Akmalkusayang are still sleeping.

Habis cerita.

Pictures up on facebook when I get it!

a year did what?!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHRAVAN!

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MAKBUSU!

Mo just pointed out that it's been a year since I wished Makbusu a happy birthday.
Has it been that long?
Homagawd, goodness me and all that jazz...
Cepat gila time passes.

My resits are on the 7th, 8th and 9th of August.
I have started studying (again) so DO wish me the best of luck.

I HATE resitting papers.
and whats even worse is...
I HATE MORE the thought of repeating the whole year much less do it.

Shindigs for the ones leaving me?
Yes-lah...

A steamboat for Akmal who is leaving... *ehem* DITCHING US for Perth on the 18th of this month.

Note to him: Babe, do cinematography please please please? You'd make an excellent director/producer... Think them big huge names like Quentin Tarantino! I swear to you!

Sara got her unconditional offer to Cardiff University. I'm so proud of my almost-twin-in-the-kepala girl...
(did you know we have moles in the same lokasi and think so alike it's scaryness?)
Now Ezzy's gone stressed to see if she has the letter and then I have to pass all my subjects so I don't have to do the things I hate doing (like repeat the semester) and then get the letter that says "Pass, Go and collect your rewards".

The other day, I think i had my first anxiety/panic attack.
I felt like a tonne of weight was on me, my heart was gonna explode, my lungs were burning, my organs were pushed to the bottom of my feet and I almost cried. ALMOST but only because my eyes felt like it was gonna pop out of my skull and I was gonna bleed to death. Holed and gorified.

well, that is all for today.
Cheerified Turrahs!

meh...

Got this off Zoe's Blog (My Boyfriend Is A Twat)

It was a unilateral invitation to fill in silly questionnaires and since i have nothing better to do...
(except study but i've spent an hour trying to look for R v Hennessy [1989] so fuck that)
I'll do it.

Here's 10 Things You May Not Know About Me
(and if you do know, fuck you. Read it again.)

[1]
I'm very, very, very shy of people when i'm in groups of larger than 20. I shut up and sit in the corner and make this 'i'll-have-you-for-lunch-if-you-come-near-me' face before they (the monkeys standing around... uhh, I mean people) decide to break up into smaller groups then I shall infiltrate and make a mess of myself.

You scoff... but really, I am!

[2]
I don't eat chocolate as often as men say women do. I'll only eat it if I feel like it. This means, I habitually have a chocolate stash in my fridge and everyone else eats it and when I finally get a craving for some, it's all gone. Bah.



[3]
My mom's family is Autocratic
My dad's family is Diplomatic
My mom is a typicall Kelantanese woman who makes assumptions and yells at everything (even at inanimate objects)
My dad is just cool.

... and that makes me really screwed up.



[4]
I want to go to chef school and be a chef but SMA (Type 3) keeps me in Law School so I don't turn into a nothing.



[5]
I'm scared shitless of turning into a nothing. The nothingness of being a nothing is unbearable. I'm also scared of God and my muzzer but that still doesnt beat the fear of amounting to...

NOTHING.



[6]
I don't understand people with a foot fetish the same way I don't understand how people cannot live without a significant other. I will (or at least will try to) kick the next person who asks me "What is it like to not have a boyfriend and how do you cope?"

Go stick a pen in your bum and dance the mackarena.

[7]
Procrastinating is something i HATE doing but will inevitably do anyway. It's like a curse.

[8]
Like now...

[9]
I can talk about so much random shit it's almost amazing.

and finally...

[10]
I may, or may not, have groupie syndrome.

And that being the end,
I herewith Tag
Neena, Michelle G Lee, Mo, Michael and Junee.

It's up to you girls (and guy) whether you wanna spend time filling out pointless questionnaires.
That's all folks!

Honey, I'm home!

That I am...

Here's an extended 'comment' for Dina Zaman's July 1st 2007 post...

Terpanjang pulak... hahahaha...
____________________________________________________
to dina's post:

A~aaaaaaamiiiiiiiin...

To the thing about 'decent' person/indivs/haiwan/dll in a less articulate manner:

i dont see any... nope, no sirreee... (but of course my standards are redic)
and i forgot where this quote came from but "you were born alone and you will die alone"... also women live longer than men (scientifically proven!) so the chances of dying alone is higher.

love is the only disease you can be congratulated for having. (twist from mitch hedberg)

"Congratts! You're in LOVE!"
"Congratts! You've got Scurvy!"
Something's wrong. Marriage... Bah.

Anon with the (30:21) excerpt:
Rebuttable presumption on your analysis.

We become vegan/vegetarian, we come up methods of talibanising the religion (chill... let me finish, I have a point), we decide to pick up smoking/alco/gambling, we destroy our heritage/culture, we deny ourselves the rights to think for ourselves and to make our own choices... isn't that denying His favours?

So what is being implied is that it's okay to be goaded into societies norms to make you feel better and not do what you feel would indeed be better for yourself? Is it a justification for your own actions of becoming someone's spouse? What about all those women who felt as if they needed to follow the sheep and then got beat up?
__________it_officially_ends_here_but_persists_anyway_____________

What's the purpose of nuptials anyway? In a nutshell, and i may get shot for this, it's to justify procreation and in the sidelines stop inbreeding since you ultimately know who the brood belongs to.

In this community at this moment in time, the world is too small to find THE guy anymore. There's always more sleazebags then there are prince charming and BULLETIN! Prince Charming does every annoying manly thing men do... he farts, throws rubbish at random places randomly, leaves a hole in the upholstery, and so on and so forth.

As you all know, I'm not one for fairy tale endings. Nobody ever lives 'happily ever after', the 'big bad wolf' never dies and Goldilocks should be put in jail for breaking and entering, theft and causing criminal damage to personal property. The brothers Grimm were actually telling Steven Kings and not pretty little happy endings! And have you noticed its always the white kids? But I digress. My point is: nobody gets happy endings nowdays, you just make yourself as happy as humanly possible before you kick it to the big house in the sky.

kena study

I malas nak blog...

London has monsoon season.

Great.

(grandad suruh study dah... pi la)

calmed a little

Now that I can finally think about it,

I've never been one for the academics.
Always the one in the back row,
always one in the lower class,
always the one cracking jokes,
never really paying attention.

I knew that it wouldn't matter,
I knew that the world didn't want a scholar.

Though the present thought stands,
I still feel like the biggest loser,
The biggest failure,
the biggest dunce.

The part in life where everyone wants to have,
the part that makes work a lot easier to find,
the part which defines the money you rake in
even if in the world today.

Though singers never did pass third grade,
though multi-billionaires only just recieved their degree,
though famous stars never used their brain for anything but to hit the flying balls,
I could not be one of them.

I live a life which needs a paper
a certificate of achievements
a small and insignificant scroll.

The harder I try,
The harder I push myself,
The harde the cliffs the deeper the seas,
I still hang just below everyone's expectations.

Shame lingers.
It takes twice to get things right.
I hope.

*sob*

sayang, sayang...
Cheer me up please?
My world has gone to shit and I can't do anything about it.

sayang, sayang,
You keep saying it's gonna be okay,
It's gonna be fine and I know I should be glad that it is.

sayang, sayang...
The smile on your face makes it a little better,
I think you should just keep it on you until I get my bounce back.

________________________________________________

I don't know who my 'sayang, sayang' is but if you're out there. Smile for me okay?

say what?

I didn't know it was haram to shave your head bald...
But Sharifah Amani,
You GO GIRL!
DO lah whatever you want...

Also, what else did i read in NST today?

Oh ya... from yesterday and the day before and the days before that...
Umm...
Them whites have Brad and whatever celebs getting married and we get a lost and lonely Pak Lah getting married.
Oh yea, yea... you men are so pathetic.
Male bashing. Sorry guys. hahahaha...

aaaaaaaaaand...
Sad news, Michelle is LEAVING!
*cries*
Now who am I gonna talk law kok with?
sighhhhhh...

my brother the language barrier

So this was after my youngest b(r)other came back from his golf game...

Ariff: Kak Har, saya... saya... saya... Kakak Nafisah, what's 'feel' in Malay?

Naf: Rasa lah!

Ariff: Kak Har, saya rasa... saya rasa... saya rasa... errr... Kakak Nafisah, what's 'dirty' in Malay?

Naf: Oh my god, your malay sucks. It's 'kotor' lah...

Ariff: Oh, ya... Kak Har, saya rasa kotor!

Then my mom told him to go mandi.
Memalukan kaum melayu and well, this family and all that jazz...
But come to think of it...
MY malay bukannya syok sangat pun!
*smirks*

buggahhhhh

Shittus number 1:

Actorlympics detiorate dah.
For an avid fan, I was unamused by the audience lack of participation
I'm sure the actorlympiads were frustrated too.
Senyap like babi, save me, my compadres and some handfull of other people...
Lain lain macam mati.

Shittus number 2:

My phone decided to die.
So, I'm gonna fix it, trade in and get a Motorola.
Nokia is so kiddy.

Now, the phone numbers of my favourite favourite babes have disappeared because it didn't occur to me to save it in the sim card.
That's what happens with phone phone canggih kan?
Mati.

Currently am using dad's old MotoRAZR which has a fake cover and mould growing undert he screen.
It's mould.
Trust me.
So which Motorola should I get?