my place...

So... Out of the blue... he sent me a text msg. It went on for the whole day...

Now... I can't help myself anymore. Those feelings that should be kept deep inside... Overflowed and is on the brink of spilling out...

Please... stay away from me... it's for the better... I know where I stand... and I don't want to wait anymore...

On a totally different note... 18 more freaking days... gone where the days when the first digit was 6.. or 5 or 4.... now it's the digit 1... arghz... soon it will be single digit... serious.... so exciting...

not mine...

So... I finally got my hands on the E71... not many people know. Cos it has yet to be seen out of my pocket... 

Next... Siti has yet to get her phone... will accompany her this saturday... talking abt Saturday.. we have big plans this coming saturday... it's going to be a fun day . Outing with Nini, Sheeta, Siti and Fitri... Irah will only join us after her shift.

Met up with Zila and Dzul (pengantin baru) together with the Berkat Gang... Zila and Dzul bought for me a nice brown pashmina from Krabi. hehehehe

So for the past few days... a song was stucked in my head. It's by an Indonesian Band, Nidji called Hapus Aku. Well... I'm quite slow with Malay/Indon Music Scene.. so when I like this song.. it might be a bit stale. But what the hell... a nice song will remain to be a nice song...

Kutuliskan kesedihan
Semua tak bisa kau ungkapkan
Dan kita kan bicara dengan hatiku

Buang semua puisi
Antara kita berdua
Kau bunuh dia sesuatu
Yang kusebut itu cinta

Chorus:
Yakinkan aku Tuhan
Dia bukan milikku
Biarkan waktu waktu
Hapus aku…

Sadarkan aku Tuhan
Dia bukan milikku
Biarkan waktu waktu
Hapus aku…

can't help but laugh...

Here I am siting in my car at the basement carpark of Bugis Junction. I happen to click on a link which I saw in my Multiply inbox. I can't help but raise my eyebrows at one of the things that I read when the page finished uploading. Some people tried so hard to look and sound right and doing those reverse psychology thing. So what if it's your blog? And that you can say whatever you wanna say on your blog? Please do not state the obvious. Every blogger have the right to say anything they want on their blog. I think no one gives a flying f**k about what you have to say. Why such sentence? Defence mechanism? Did something out of norm that constitutes public "flogging"?? hahahaha Touch your heart and figure... where you went wrong... 

So anyway... Rafidah's wedding this weekend.. I can't wait to take many many photos... hahaha But be warned. Only my contacts will be able to see it. Due to some restrictions as one of my friend can't be seen on the internet. hehehehe... Irah oh Irah... mengapa susah sangat??? hhehehehehehehe 

I have yet to upload Zila's wedding pics... but I dun seem to have time.. tgk lah... nak blog pon kena find time in the car while waiting... Iwan's b'day celebration will be tmr evening... but I dunno where... the LepakGang will only update me tmr... 

Ok... gotta go... Siti waiting for me... tak sabar2 nak beli iPhone dia.. hehehe OKB lah kata kan... 

Of Presidents and Food...

Firstly I want to congratulate the Americans about making the right choice of President. I am all for changes. Sometimes tradition is not everything, please take note Republicans. And those in the South... wake up pls.... Alaska in the north west.. you too... 

Next I want to make it known to the whole word (if you do not know already) about how possessive I can be when it comes to food. MY food. I'm not "tamak" or "gelojoh". I enjoy good food. If you want some ask. I'll get more for you. Just don't take mine. I'm serious. I do not mind paying more. Just don't take mine. I do not mind cooking more. Just don't take mine. You want to play with my laptop? Go. You want to watch tv in my room? Go. You wanna use my cameras? Go. You wanna use my car? Go. You wanna lie on my bed? Go. You wanna borrow my clothes? Go. JUST DON'T MESS WITH MY FOOD!!!

What do I mean by 'mine'? Those that I specifically 'labeled'. Like my frozen sambal sotong. My frozen ikan terubok. NO. You don't serve it to Aiman just because he's the youngest and the only boy in this family and that you love him more then the rest. I don't care about your feelings. I care about what is mine. Or do not cook it in some lauk that I have never eaten before thinking that I will eat it just because my fav fish is in there. NO. I am angry. Really angry... Yes I appreciate your effort, grateful and thankful for the help. But angry cos you mess with my food. 

Also please do not take whatever is ON my plate when I'm eating. Please ask first. I will give you. Just have the basic respect for food. All of you should respect food... 

Yes I can see people laughing when they read this blog... esp my cousins who know me well enough... I've been keeping quiet guys. But now I just cannot take it anymore. Just leave me alone with me food k.

I'm really hungry now.. and pissed cos my week's supply of Ikan Terubok is in some stupid NOT nice lauk....

AAAAAAaaaaaaAAaaAaRRRRrrRRrrRGggGgGGGggHHHhhhhHHhhZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!

Man Utd 4 - 3 Hull

I want to blog and say stuff... but I am not in the right frame of mind to do it... the juice are just not flowing...

short updates...

Siti's ANOP terms ends on the 31.10.08...

Zila single status ends on the 31.10.08...

I am so happy for Zila... and I'm so happy that she will embark a new journey with Dzul... More updates on her wedding later...

chill peepsz...