The Highest Order Of All Complications In Life: May 2005

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Sometime in my daze...

I am not sure why or how or when I came up with it, my version of releasing what's been kept inside.

About A Boy Called Munchie as written by WaBBa-Fe$h

The sweet musk scent you bring with your presence.
The shine from your eyes as you smile.
The warm hugs you give.
The way you speak.
The way you walk, yea you walk the walk and talk the talk.
You take my breath away.
The air you carry that surrounds you.
Is that sweet LURVE I smell in the air?
You melt my heart away, the way no chocolate can ever do...

You sway towards me.
That look in your beautiful eyes.
You pull me away, frm everyone else towards you.
The forces of the MAGNETS and GRAVITY goes NIL
I'm drawn towards you, yet so lifted from the ground.
No Sherrie's "One feet on the ground Nadia, always" can scare me.
No fears when with you.
A world built like an island of us.
You are the king.
You rule me.
I'm governed by the laws of love.
As Venus has on every girl in love.

I am no Shakespeare.
Nor am I, Einstein.
I am what I have been created.
From the time I met you.
I no know war.
I potray love.
I am just me.
As you have been you, for me.
As you have, a way with me.

I am Nadia.
Your baby.
Your hunney.
I am ehem (coughs lightly),your wife to be.

How To Meet Your Loved Ones At The Airport For Dummies

Countdown : 30 Hours to Pres' Comeback

And these are the steps for your meet up:

Get off plane safely, do not get all excited and trip.
Get your luggage if you did check it in
Go to the nearest toilet, check up face and freshen up
Make sure to put your best smile on
Carry a bouquet of roses (optional for those who wants to impress)
Walk out to the check out point
Look for loved ones
Hug and kiss in public as if you haven’t seen them in ages (if you haven’t, this task is natural)
Walk out holding hands into the car
Rest is your call… the ball is in YOUR COURT

Monday, May 30, 2005

Hours Countdown II : Fifty Hours

The usual picture would be Pres and WaBBa-Fe$h accompanied with Aboo or Sherrie or Nathra, or a combination of it.

However, it is now the total opposite, as I am the 'lamp-post' figure to Sherrie and Amir, or Aboo and Hasnor.

It's been 2 weeks now since I bid good-bye to Pres at the airport. And I am amazed at how far I have come, wow, I did not die or heart-ache or malnutrition (refer to previous post).

Tuesday will be day my baby returns from Miri and I hope he dont ever have to leave me to my despair self again. Not for THAT long at the very least.

I have a list of things I am dying to do together-gether when he returns to me:

1- Go get baby baju for my new-born baby cousin
2- Go double dating with Aboo and Hasnor (who is Mr H by the way) as he is dying to meet the popular superstar, Presboy
3- Go cycling at Taman Botani in Putrajaya, according to Aboo, the mountain bike rental is RM4 per hour. And RM7 for the double sitter bikes!
4- Go to Nilai 3 to scout for hantaran dulang's cloth and ribbons
5- Watch Haunted Castle with Nathra and Pres at Imax Cinema, Times Square
6- Watch Star Wars III on Gold Class with Pres
7- Go to Langkawi with Pres and Nathra to find for the dulang kayu jati for our engagement.
8- Get the Angels & Demons Illustrated version for his hantaran to me, at Borders

Some of the important MUST-DO things I have to get down to as soon as Pres comes back. So many things, so lil time... I'm almost panting here.

And by the way, I went to Borders today. I found it, big, like everyone else would, however, in my opinion, no offence to ALL BORDERS fan, they had more space than books. I could not find my favourite writer Paulo Coelho, nevertheless they had good deals, which I thought was fantastic. And one book I thought I MUST get after I am done with Sophie's World is this <--- by the way, you can start reading away as this is an e-book version of the book found on Amazon.

Just perfect. So what you think of the book or at least the first few pages of it?

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Sixty Eight Hours

Before I will be whole again. Yes, I am doing the countdown to the return of Pres.

It is 2.35am in the morn and I would like to boast on how great of a day I just had today. Mind you, this post is gonna be long, so may stop here if unless you would like to annoy the hell out yourself.

I woke up at 10.30am and by 12.30 noon, I was at my office doing the undone from Friday. I know, what a geek I was. I would look at it as, well, I am commited.

And on my way home from work, just after lunch, I met Jill, a classmate from sec school. It was so good to see her, I was excited. But I am always so. It's been ages. On my drive home, I remembered, how she laughed at me while I was at school, because for someone so obnoxiously dirty minded, I did not what sex meant. I was always cracking all this dirty jokes, and I did not really know the technical meaning of the word SEX. I was 14, and she was in fact the person who introduced me to the technical bits of it, how it meant the insertion of this in that and what not. Man, I was so naive, I found it so disgusting and I totally disagreed to her. To come to think of it, man... I was once innocent. Like a baby. Amused me really.

I went home, has a nice 5 hours nap. Woke up at about quarter after 6, and by 7pm, I was out on my way to Subang. Played pool, victory goes to me on the match with Sherrie, I felt great again. Then, while I was out to meet Aboo, a cute chiq complimented Aljay. Of course he is handsome, check out his owner, a babe she is. Ahhahaha...

Meeting Aboo is always well, I am lost at words to describe the 'fun' we would have. You know the song Love It Or Hate It? Well, if you join us you will love it, if you are a passer-by or probably someone sitting on the table next to us, you hate it. Some of the dialogue we would have goes like this:

Dialogue 1 - The Order Of Shisha:
WaBBa-Fe$h : Go on Nathra (my kid sis), try this, it's cool... it's just like your ciggie, with Strawberry flavour.
Nathra: (Laughing). Dowanlar... weirdlar.
Aboo: Just imagine, it is someone you love.
(All 3 laughing like hyenas)

Dialogue 2 - Nathra Checking Out Guy With Peirced Eyebrows:
Nathra: Ei, kak nadia, check out the guy behind you. He's got pierced eyebrows. Damn sexy sialll...
(All 3 nathra, aboo and I turn at once to check guy out, which will only result the same reaction on that table, all 4 of the occupants turn to look at us. I pretend to look at the building. Then, I couldnt help it...)
WaBBa-Fe$h: I'm sorry, my sister Nathra said you have got cool piercing on your eyebrows, so I just have to see. Cool piercing!(Thumbs Up)
(All 3 of us burst out laughing at once, the occupants of the table.. bengang, especially Mr Cool Piercing's girlfriend)

Other events that took place while we were lepaking at Uncle Don's, Aboo got asked for her number by one of the waiter, because she said that guy's hair looked like Beckham's. I thought it looked, well, parrot-ish. The other one, while we were at Hartamas, I shouted 'shut up' at a girl because, she was blasting the honk on her Pajero, because some idiot blocked her car. Well, she didnt have to wake the whole Hartamas up because of that ait? And she distracted our conversation on Mr Sh, that we lost our point for a bit. Thank God Nathra was there to remind us..

And I think because of that incident of me shouting 'shut-up', some butch looking girl kept looking at us, how flaterring. Oh well, I looked at it as a compliment. Thank you.

Then there was also Mr Spyware, who turned from his table and kept looking at us, apparently, according to Nathra, was checking us out from head to toe. And listening to our conversations. I know WE ARE one interesting bunch, we know it.. so you, Mr Spyware, dont have to remind us. Can you believe this Mr Spyware, as were leaving Unc. Don's he actually said to Aboo and Nathra, "Dah nak balik dah.. joinlar kitorang". My ass we will. What e mamat belacan!

We left Unc Don and decided to call it a day, because out of nowhere, Nathra's phone rings and Nathra said, "Mummy marah lar.. she said tak tau nak balik rumah ke?". Just about that, I glance at my watch. I couldnt believe this pretty eyes of mine when I saw that it was 1.20am!!

See, that is the thing about hanging out with Aboo... I get lost in space and time. Remembered the time when Nu was studying in Uni Malaya and we'd hang out, hopping from one mamak to another. By the time we'd head for home, the mesjid is having the morning prayer call. Break of dawn. I missed it, it's been a damn long time since we did that, I was then in 2nd year's summer break. That is the pleasure of being single with great hang out buddies.

Missed it so much, what would I do without you guys huh? Damn, it felt like the old days...

I'm still not sleepy and it's been an amazing day for me. It is 3.10 on the morn... and here I am, I have to boast. Of what great pals I have...

Man, I love you guys... and you know what? I know I am not "bertepuk sebelah tangan, menari tanpa gendang, datang tanpa diundang and etc etc (aboo, hang boleh sambung, aku tak brapa terre macam hang)" on this one. You guys love me back too...

P/S: For more puitis-puitis quotes, please consult miss aboo. By the way, she says I am thinner now... with the quote "makan hati, ulam jantung"... yea, yea, whatever... people in love, they can turn into Shakespeare out of nowhere!

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Malfunctioned in Malaysia?

I watched Sleepless in Seattle again last nite.

I showed that it takes less than a second for a guy to fall in love, just by looking, sparks can fly, chemistry reaction takes place and va-va-voom, the whole episode of sappy sappy lovey dovey is in the making.

I am not here to talk about love.

I just am blurred, of words. It is a Friday, but damn, it does not feel so. I'm not in the mood. I wished I could be saved, maybe like Meg Ryans in the movie last nite. Is there such thing a 'perfect relationship', it makes you want to vom?

For a second, I was pretty scared I was having one of them relationship, the idealism type and it did give me the chills on my spine.

And by the way, my aunty Edah, who is 46 (the mother of my cousin Aishah) gave birth to a healthy baby boy last nite. Boy I can wait to see him.

Another good news, I did not make it for the 2nd PTD assessment test. Which I am glad of, if not I will have to wear baju kurung to work everyday, damn! And mom wont have to force me to take that post. I'll be better off a businesswoman.

I just want to GET HOME. And happy weekend guys.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

The Signs

Heavy headed.

Sore eyes and throat ---> not frm tonsil knocking, mind you

Back ache.

I think I'm in for fever

Another MC for me?

Crappism

Just when I thought everything was falling into place for me.

Am I jinxed or something? Sometimes, I believe so hard in it. Somehow, for awhile I thought life proved me wrong. But it's back, my bad karma. Is it just me?

And I thought I did my very best to look in the good rather than the bad. In people, in this place, in my family, in bloody LIFE itself.

Guess I was wrong huh?

Or is it just today?

Somebody, prove me wrong...

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

When it slaps on your face

The past week has been ever so different for me.

I have been un-officially single. No we did NOT break-up. Cupid still shoots his arrow on us, a flow of arrows mind you.

I have now, what I missed, me being single. In the sense, my liberation and independence. And you know, it is not so bad. I missed it. And now I have it. It is not like Pres controls me or anything. It is just that I miss being with myself, entirely relying on Nadia. Like I used to, back in UK. Of course, the presence of friends played a big role in my whole existance, which I am oh-so thankful for.

It is not so bad. I have been watching the movies, alone again.. which I used to do. It reminded me of the Val's Day in '03. Self-indulgence I called it. The massive popcorn and coke did the trick.

And, best of all, I have had the bonding session with Aljay, my handsome, ever so loyal lurve machine. I gave him a bit of a wash yesterday. I realised that someone meddled with his front tooth and now he has it chipped. However, he still stand proud with the WLJ 8020 tag looking all shiny, now that I gave it a lil brush.

Truth is... it's not so bad when you think about it.

Me and my 'ol self. Silly, I thought that it would remain that way till the day I died then. Lil did I know...

Lil did I know...

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Kajang.. the city of hell <--- as claimed by Nathra, my lil sister

Love it or hate it, now... I am really not sure.

The people stare annoyingly at you wherever or whenever, as if you were naked. The traffic in Kajang is almost a murder. It's filled with illegals, everywhere you go, not to mention, the mamat belacan. A term used for the guys squinting away, when a member of the opposite passes them, as if never seen a decent girl. There is nothing here, no pool place. No nothing.

However, it must be my lucky day or something, I am not a big fan of Star Wars mind you. However, with all the comotion and rush, queueing up for a bloody hour just to get a decent ticket for two. I stumble into Metrowealth just about 10 mins ago and found that they were playing Star Wars today. Yeay!! And I know no one ever bothers watching a movie here.

How lucky. I may be just about as lucky that if I went up to the counter, I may be able to get one for myself. I know, I promised Pres to go with him, oh well, I will just pretend I havent watch it when he comes back, and go for it a second time.

This boredom is about to kill me, I'd better do something about it.

Monday, May 23, 2005

My Nothing-Much-To-Do Weekend

I'd rather kill myself than have one of these weekends. There are times when I wished I could have more hours on the weekends to rest and sleep. Just plain sleep.

But this 12 hours of daily sleep is NOT doing me any good. I am like the dizzy, heavy headed bimbo girl when I wake up, not to mention the temper I have...

Today, I decided to watch a wee bit of Tamil with the family. Oh yes, that is why I refrain from staying at home. With no astro, or proper net connection, I am almost forced to get out of it. The house.

And in the evening, after lunch, I took a nice drive down to KLCC, just to visit my favourite bookstore, ie. Kinokuniya. I read quite a bit of Nick Hornby's High Fidelity. I find it a chic-lit, written by a man, well it is about time. Love from the perspective of a man's point of view. Really, you could learn a thing or two, and why they behave in such manner. I find it intriguing, men and yea.. their nature?(shall I say) but sometimes, the tough-to-decipher statements give all sorts of misleading signs.

And they say women are TOUGH?! What in the ...???

Here I am, left with almost a minute to Tru Calling. Tomorrow is one more day of torturous holi-holiday. Now I wished I worked tomorrow.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Scrutinizing Session

My girlfriends-gang is so tight, that, we stick up for one another. We sorta made a pack that when one of us met 'someone', they will have to go through session of scrutinizing, and be accepted in the girly gang, only then can all the lurve start flowing...

Even the Spice Girls sang it in their song Wannabe:
"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends"

Many guys came into my life, but the minute one of my friends say 'nah...', nah it was. I believed, that when you are in love, you will only focus on the good things, and ignore anything bad, whatsoever. Hence, friends can be the ones who'd see the flaws for you. However, it is still up to you to accept them flaws or reject them.

And scrutinizing by Aboo was quite tough. Yes it was. For Aboo would even go to the extend of checking his ears for me. Once when I was seeing Mr Sh, she came up to me when he was not around and said : "Very clean boy, Nadia, because his ears are clean. Good pick." However, I was turned off when Mr Sh spelt angel ----> angle. I would give him an A though for persistency. But that's that. No chemistry, biology or even physics whatsoever. And plus he looked too decent for me. And very thin. Somebody needs to eat, man!

Pres was the best I brought to them. No one could see it. He had one big flaw, which he is working on now. But otherwise, he is funny and nice. Not one of my friends said a bad thing about him. He went through meeting my countless girlfriends. Because I had trusting issues when things just fall in place for me. But he aced all of them. I was frustrated though, I mean like, everybody likes this guy, can anyone not like him? Oh, the sales people at the shops. They prefer dealing with me. They dealt with him, when the time to pay comes though. Smart asses.

Point is, shall I make it clear for everyone to read here? As the judge of honour last nite, I bestow Mr H and with that he goes green in my book. He was nice and quiet. A lot like Pres. And I hope he went to the doctors. Because I do care for my bro-in law to be, kan, kan? A bit of a protector he is, which is great. And he does care huh? Telling me there's a toilet on the other side. But we manage to bring out the dirty-mind side of him, didnt we? He's got a fun side to it as well. And by the way, nice eyes he's got... well done woman! I think Pres and Mr.H will make good friends, just like Amir and Pres.

Well done!!

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Tax and Text

I found out something that made me go "WEEEE", eventhough it does not really apply in my case. Sherry told me, that if you read, and you kept track of the receipts, you can get exemption from tax, maximum of 500 bucks. Wow!

I lurve being a Msian. Yeay! That's just wicked, because I read, and I just resumed it, now that I resumed on my reading on the train rides, this will come in handy, you know, once I start getting tax. But for now, I earn lesser than the amount should someone be tax. It does not really apply now, does it?

Well, still a good news to me, the fact that the government recognise readers in this very society and came up with such a decision. I thought it was brilliant. For once, Malaysia... for once.

Yeay! Hrm... what should I buy the next time I drop at Kinokuniya. By the way, MPH is so disorganized, since that closing up of the nice big entrance opposite Coffee Bean. What a disappointment... And Nuwee, I searched on e-MPH and e-kinokuniya for Parker Grey Show by Kristen Buckley, but nada. Well, no luck I guess, I can ask my sister, Tasha to get it for me though from the UK. Or rather, I could go down to WHSmith (I love that bookstore back in Birm, it was a must-go everytime I went to the City ---> asyllum) in Birmingham, to get it.

That will gimme good of a reason to grab the next flight down? Or not? EHhehehhehe...

*Brimming with evil thoughts*

Friday, May 20, 2005

Oblivionism

I starred into the space as I was having my smoke.

These are the few times, I get something cooking up in my head... while I am either smoking and thinking about nothing at all. Or while showering. I guess, the water gives me some kinda calming effect, which is highly inspiring.

Decided to think about emptiness while I was smoking. Cant help it though, perking out the window frm the 11th floor of Megan Avenue II, my vision from up there showed a clear picture of Kg Baru. And the sungai. Apparently En Razak decided to name it Sg Bonus. Usually, you see people fishing, or collecting the treasures of the river itself from the bubu which was probably fixed in the morn. Kids playing happily on the playground. Small kampong houses, which sometimes, makes me count on my blessings.

But today, I felt good. Just looking at the nothingness. Of which made me realised, is everything. The fast cars. The moving clouds.

Gives me an overwhelming feeling. Not that I would break down and cry, though.

But yea, thank God.

That I am here.

This is my version of a prayer.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

"Will you go out with me"

The famous quote you would hear every now and then, back when I was in college.

Then, comes the big bouquet of flowers when Val's Day came around. Then you get asked to go with someone when the Ball came.

However, my girls along with myself would turn up with the company of just us. Maybe I am glad it happened that way. However so, deep down in our hearts, there will always be a Mr. X (mine), Mr. Y (jin's) and Mr. Z (aboo's). Our objects of affection.

Today I had a conversation over Yahoo!Mess with one of my gals. Thank God for such technology. And it just gave me a slap of reminisence.

I missed those days, when Pn Sab (the housemistress) will do her rounds during prep time. Everytime she goes into Aboo's room and find her not doing prep, she'd straight come to my room, just to find Aboo and I doing our girly-girly bonding session. The topic of the nite, will never differ frm the nite before : Mr X and Mr Z.

I never missed any of these Mr A to Z. But what I missed was that bonding session. It was essential, part and parcel of growing up. How time have flown...

And just about today, I felt that happening again. But we are matured now. And we are not targetting for that 'date' we wished. A mere smile from "omg, he said this and this to me". It's more of a "is he for real" question. The big "L" and the big "M" now.

For all of that, I bid you all good luck with 'that guy' you are eyeing or 'connected' with. And understand one fact I learnt from my mistakes and past.. always, and always... trust your instincts, because no one can feel what you are feeling at this very moment.

Damn! That tsunami in your tummy must really ache.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Self-obssessed Paparazzi

A friend once told me, "a picture without me in it, is a wasted film". (You know who you are)

It kinda infected me, in my photography, and hence the explaination on self-obsession.

Now, as promised yesterday, here are some snap-shots of us while we were celebrating the weekend. And some of our (Pres and I) last date pics on Sunday. I found out that he'll be in Miri for three weeks, instead of one. It's crappy, really.

Scene 1: Saturday Nite Fever - The Aftermath

Hey, watch ya hand mate.. eh, I forgot, u guys are married!

Aww... cho cweeettt...

Scene 2: The Airport Date, of all places!

Two ppl who's not drank Coke frm BK

Evil Knevil --->hands-full

Do you really have to go baby??

The ghost of us

Like they say, a picture tells a million stories. I'll end ours here....

And they lived happily ever after

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

If it goes anti-clockwise...

Have you heard of Tru Calling?

It's a series I am willing to sacrifice my Sundays for. 10pm, and smack, I am in front of the tv.

The main character, Eliza Dushku (exotic name, mind you) who plays Tru Davies, is not only hot but smart. Beauty and brains I would say. A med student, with the talent of going back in time to save the dead. Then, just to prove I aint gay, her boyfriend is one messy hunkawalla! He works in the morgue, along with her, as a photographer.

Those who has broadband, download it and start watching, man, I can guarantee you being a couch potato in no time!

As she attempts to save lives, she has the advantage to also undo uninvited events, like her best friend who thought she was meeting her boss over a business deal, she later finds out he just wanted her in bed. She sometimes, unwillingly helps her brother's addiction for gambling.

I watched last nite's series, and found out one thing that is applicable in real life, the lesson of all time:

For every cloud, there's a silver lining.

That somethings happened for a reason. That some things, happened for another event in favour. Yesterday's episode proved it, that someone has to die.

It also made me think, do I really wish the thing I always have wanted, to be able to turn back time? I always knew it was there, probably just did not realise it, sometimes, I too can be daft. Truth is, I am happy where I am. That it was meant to be this way.

I am glad for where I am today, many disappointments, but it taught me a lesson, I would have never learnt in any sort of textbook, but life itself.

That:
Life may be a bitch, it's how you hold the reign on her.

Rendezvous at Espanda

I thought my days of getting stopped at the entrance whilst entering a club was over. Lil that I know, I was wrong. I still get asked if I am underage. This happened last Saturday nite, when Sherrie and hubby, Pres and I hit Espanda. No cover charge. Good music. I was impressed. Really.

That nite, you could see me walking with a smug on my face. I'm still 16, chewah! And still kickin'! We had fun. All of us, Pres still cant get the song Turn Me On by Kevin Lil out of his head.

Moost of the Sunday was spent at the airport. We dated for 2 bloody hours, before Pres boarded his flight for Miri. All the tears sheded when we will only be away for a week. We were both laughing at ourselves.

I would have posted pics outside the club, but I forgot to bring my memory card along. Hence no pictures. However, anticipate for them tomorrow, kay ppl?

We all had fun.

Married or not, some things never change. Thanx mate.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Friday the 13th

Did it occur to you that today is indeed Friday the 13th?

Oh well, if you didnt then you fall into the category of probably 40%. It would have been bigger a population, if not for the major publishing on media like Hitz fm.

Are you superstitious enough to believe that today brings such bad luck, and did it begun? All we know is 'friday the 13th this.. and friday the 13th that...' Ever wondered: Why is it that friday the 13th brings such bad luck? Should we stay in bed all day, never to walk under a ladder or carry a rabbit's tail, as Desree has beautifully rephrased in her song Life.

I'm not so much of a superstitious, however, like most of other girls do, I do check up on my horoscope, once in a while. Especially, when you have a lil of that crush with some guy, you come as far as to just know 'his name and birthdate', for some reason. I'm thinking 'compatibility check'!

Okay, okay, I am a scorpio and I believe so much in my star sign and I am proud being a scorpio, somehow, after some research on my very self, I found out, what said was actually true:

There are two symbols for Scorpio - the scorpion, with its legendary sting and the eagle, which soars aloft to great heights.

'I DESIRE' is the motto for Scorpio. You are intensely emotional and strongly aware of the darker side of human nature. You don't live on the surface of life, but experience it at its deepest levels.

You possess an iron will, a strong ego and a unique personal magnetism. You make a loyal friend and a passionate lover.

You're also intuitive, ambitious and have a penetrating mind. You have a burning need to uncover what is hidden, whether it's a mystery or someone else's innermost secrets. You're rarely who you appear to be on the outside and are not easy to get to know.

You also have a tendency to brood and to bear grudges and can be suspicious and vindictive.
You are the investigators of the zodiac.

Taken from http://www.psychicsconnect.com/astrology/traits_scorpio.asp

Let's see how true this is:
The sting, yes, I can be dangerous, a friend once said, "dont hurt her, will bite back", well thanks for noticing Kavin.

"I DESIRE". True, I am passionate about the things that interests me. And I am oh-so emotional. Lil things can touch my soul. However, sometimes, I fail to exhibit my true feelings, due to the high level of ego I possess.

I possess an iron will. Which explains the fact that I am in love with the quote by julius ceasar "veni, vedi, vinci" which means, "I see, I like, I conquer". A 'must have' situation and I will be oh so disappointed if I fail to obtain it. However, if I set a goal to something, I'd make sure I have done my very best, even if I dont obtain it, I learn to let go. Time taught me so.

I am very intuitive. True, I can guess things with people. Sometimes they ask me "how u know? 'so-and-so told you izzit?'" Nah, I just can guess. So if someone is up to no good, trying to betray me, I'm usually not suprised.

A loyal friend and a passionate lover. Ask Sherrie, I was standing by her, no matter what comes. I would get myself killed in protecting my friends. And I am pretty proud of it too (must be the ego) A passionate lover... sigh, ask pres lar.. :P

Burning need to decypher the mystery. My curiosity sometimes can be hurting. It's true, what they say... "what you dont know, wont hurt you". Damn it hurts to know he two timed me. Eh, not talking about pres (he's a scorpio too, so he's passionate and loyal)

Ambitious.. Sherrie said, sometimes my ambitions are scary. But I believe strongly, that nothing is impossible.

I'm rarely who I appear to be on the outside and am not easy to get to know. That is true, why? Because I cant stand to be hurt by the people I care about. I'm emotional, lil things can turn me into a soft pulp of mince. Aboo once said, "nadz, u are like that biscuit with chocolate cream inside.. hard on the outside, soft in the inside". Also love to potray as if I am some 'bad-ass chick' and I can hit you, so hard, your mom wont know it's you. Truth is, I cant even hurt an ant.

Grudges and vindictive. Who wouldnt be when they are hurt? But a word of 'sorry' and I'm all soft again. Damn I hate being emotional!

Also, on scorpio-scorpio (pres & I) compatibility, Yahoo! says that:

When two Scorpions make a love match, it is a fierce tempest of intense passion. Both are obsessed with one another, and they move forward in love, sex and romance at an accelerated -- some would say foolish -- way. Personal relations are positively steamy but, to the equal and opposite extreme, disputes will also be frenetically powerful. This relationship could go either way: It will either be the most wonderful thing in the world or a destruction of both involved.

The romantic merger of two sexy Scorpions can bring out the best in both love mates; each will use their intense emotional and intuitive natures to love their partner very deeply. Resolve and passion will keep these two together. The most powerful and threatening external forces will have a difficult time intruding on the happiness of a truly committed Scorpio couple. If they can wrangle their ardent energies, this power pair can set off fireworks.

The Planets Mars and Pluto rule Scorpio. Mars is the ancient God of War, always charging forward -- passionate, aggressive and courageous. Pluto is the higher octave of Mars and controls the power, destruction and rebirthing elements of the Scorpio-Scorpio relationship. These two planets together allow the Scorpion to bounce back after disappointments or tragic losses. Fortunately for the Scorpion, intense passions inflate the importance and loss of everything.

Scorpio is a Water Sign, so their first instinct in love is to respond deeply, passionately, fervently, and if they decide to express themselves, its never done halfway. Scorpios should commit themselves to this goal: Tame the vengeful or vindictive side of their intuitive personalities, and to celebrate the extreme ups and quickly forget the downs. A Scorpio must let go and really say what they want, what they feel, what they need, to their love mates. Pent-up emotions can become toxic, frustrating the one feeling them and confusing the one wondering about them. Because both are so devoted, jealousy may become an issue. Be strong, brave Scorpios, and overcome this hurdle together!

Scorpio is a Fixed Sign. Idea shortages are never an issue with this pair. No couch potato couple this one -- they like to stay active, and they'll accomplish much together. They share a knack for investments and risks -- calculated ones, that is. A Scorpio couple will thoroughly research and investigate an idea if that's what it requires. Once Scorpio love mates set their eyes on the prize, that's it -- it's theirs.

What's the best thing about a Scorpio-Scorpio love match? The intensity of love that this couple can feel. They're very goal-oriented, and their shared power makes them an incomparable, unconquerable duo! Utter devotion ensures that this relationship will continue for a long time

So, if you are a Scorpio, nu and jin, I reckon you should get a scorpio man.. hahaha, see what happened to Pres & !, lost in space and time.

We are the unconquerable duo, I must say!

P/S: So much for Friday, the 13th, huh?!

Friday, May 13, 2005

Raise My Hats For Me Self

Yes! Mission accomplished!

For a week now, that I have been trying to put background music to my blog here.

And today, it finally realised.

Hope it isnt much to say "I'm impressed at my capabilities". Did this with no help but the internet. Way to go, Nadz! You've done it again.

Only God knows, I feel like I'm walking on air...

A tale of a cat and a dog named Arrow and Beaman

I walked out of the house this morning for work to find Arrow, happily cuddled up under car in the neighbour's house with Beaman, the neighbour's dog, all hyped up to know his friend is there for a visit.

It is amazing, that the animals does not discriminate out of species and here we are the same type, homo sapiens, jumping at one another because of 'colour'. Does that mean, that we should learn from the animals?

Every nite, after I bid Pres a sweet lil goodnite, so that he go back to his place called home (which is not so far down the road), we'd creep softly and slowly to his bike. Like the scene of 'pink panther' only with the sounds of the silent nite. We'd do this, because Beaman, the neighbour's dog gets agitated when he sees anyone, including myself wearing a helmet on a bike.

He'd start making a whole hellavu noise to wake the whole neighbourhood. Till today, I still wonder why? Probably due to bad experience with the motorbikes, I thought.

Beamen, however is a sweet lil baby. He is very fond of 'abang' or Arrow, my 7 kgs cat. And everytime, after Pres has left for home, he'd gimme that look asking for an ear stroke.

I have decided to write about my joys in my everyday life, and truth is, the thought that came tru my mind today, the picture of Arrow, under the car and Beamen parading around it.

Some pictures of Arrow, Beams and myself...

Abang's favourite : Car Rides, yeay!

Abang, action dapat naik keta

Beams.. never fail to greet me when he sees me

Beams, ever so pleasured to get tummy rubs

Both of 'em reminds me of Garfield and Oddie

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Lone ranger for a week

Girlfriends... I have news for you. Yes, Aboo and Sherrie especially.

Next week, I'll be no longer belangkas.. as Pres will be off to Miri, for a subsidiary set up for Intra Oil.

Yes, bebeh, we can go... hrm, let's see...

1- Play pool
2- Clubbing with no 'man'
3- Hang out and stalk other couples (aboo, u know what i'm talkin about)
4- 'cuci mata' sket..
5- anything else you guys wanna add to make this list look 'wow' all the other gals gonna give us green eyes.

Truth is, I'm just coming up with this, so that I will be occupied and wont be such a 'sick pups'. A week or more of not seeing pres. That will be longest we have been away from each other...

Save me hunneys.... unleash me from my dying despair.

Pings and Pongs

I have started on the game of ping pong every week. Started yesterday. One way of losing weight so I will have a rather smaller baju tunang, than present. Nak tempah baju next month mar...

A lil emotional today... didnt have such a good ending to yesterday with pres. Hopefully today will bring me more joy than yesterday.

Let's see how it goes from here...

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Expect the unexpected

I knew it yesterday evening.

Disappointment.

My 6 months anticipation. I have worked for it, so hard, I stayed back on when the dateline was nearing.

In brief, the oil and gas business is dirty, as the name sounds. I thought my efforts at work was probably coming to a fruitful one. My competition is myself, I never did try to compete with the rest. It was always to my own satisfaction, it is easier that way, because I know my only competitor best, myself.

Disappointing... Petronas, you let me down.

Thank you for making me find out for myself, what's your worth.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Better left unsaid

Story 1
I was walking on Sunday in Kajang when I accidently heard a conversation between a boy and a lady as bellow:
Boy: Mak, hari ibu biler?
Mom: Hari ni..
Boy: Hari nenek?
Mom: (Silence...trying really hard to come up with on)

I could not help but burst out my outrageous laugh, I turned around and the lady looked at me, laughing as well. Boy, as usual, left confused with the "what wrong did I say?" look. The thing is, moms, she could have said, either, "I dont know" or "It doesnt exist" but moms would rather tell a lie and satisfy her childs curiosity. It's unexplainable, just mother nature. Like dads and football, almost unexplainable as well. Kids... kids are just, I dont know, blessings and they say the darnest things. Drives you nuts, but still at the end of the day, when you think about it, like my 4-year old cousin Aishah, she makes me smile... even now as I'm typing this blog.

Story 2

My attempt of wishing my mummy a "Happy Mom's Day" went down like a drain... thank God we already celebrated it last week. Mom was going out yesterday, in the morn for a wedding at Kuala Langat (where in the?) and I decided not to follow her. But as she was leaving...

Wabba-Fesh: Bye mom.. love you (walking closer towards mom). "Happy Mother's Day, mi.."

Mummy: Come here...

Wabba-Fesh: (Walking closer, thought it was gonna be a hug)

Mummy: Eh, you still smoking ahr?

Wabba-Fesh: Nolar.. where got? (senyum kambeng)

Mummy: Dont lie (smiling unwillingly). Your lips black u know..You promised me you stop. You know or not, you 'menderhaka' to your us (mom and dad)? And that's why your sister is following your footsteps. And no need to be the supplier to your sister. You promise me you'ds stop (like I forget, she has to remind me twice!).

Wabba-Fesh: Mom, nanti I stopla.. and I am not supplying to nathra la. And if she wanna follow my footsteps, she would finish her studies and be someone... nanti I stopla. Nanti lepas tunang nanti... ishkkk! I told En Razak pun, lepas tunang nanti...

Mom and dad left for the wedding...

Truth:

I hate it when I break her heart. Smoking is not haram. But menderhaka to mom and dad is a big sin. I will not be blessed with rezeki. No matter how cool I am, I believe in this sorta things, that I should respect my parents. En Razak is my manager and I call him 'pak'. He's like a father to me, who keeps asking me to quit. Dad and I arent talking anymore. Because of the same size of ego we both have, and the differences in opinion. Hence, I have to get another father figure outside of home. It's pretty sad really...

The truth is, parents always wants the BEST you their kids, but speaking tru experience, they dont really know what's best. And kids today arent dumb. We are opinionated. And very very stressed. I started smoking because smoke + nicotine + caffiene = salvation.

Back in the days when I was broken hearted, the equation applied. Today.. I'm not sure anymore, sometimes, I hate myself for smoking. But, man, the feeling of smoke into this lungs of mine... bliss. The fags, they are my best 'friends'. If I go out alone, I'd have 10 'friends', I'd go home with none.

My point is, somethings, are probably best left unsaid. Like situations of my mom and me, I bet she knew it long ago, that I am still smoking. She just didnt know how to approach me, because, it would be so awkward. I do that too, sometimes..

Best left unsaid, however, if it does haunt you... maybe you should come about with a way to approach the problem instead of running away from it. Maybe that is what I am trying to do these days... to face my fears.

You never know, what might come about. A box of 'forest gump' chocolates, perhaps?

Monday, May 09, 2005

Counting on my blessings

Here's a real story, of a warrior.. of a survivor, of a fighter of the disease well known, cancer.

Brain Cancer to be more precise.

He is a friend of Pres. While Pres was at Klang, his long lost friend came to drop by last nite, and hence his reason for staying up till 2am. So, here goes...

He was called 'boy'. He's 25 and livin it up. What you wouldnt know if he didnt tell you was that he told that his life would have ended last year, somewhere in December. But he's a fighter and here he is till this very day.

He was once engaged, but he broke it off without telling her the 'real' reason. I thought it wasnt fair, but I'm sure he has his own explaination for this one. She still calls him, now and then to get back on him, without knowing that he is doing her a favour so that she can live on.

He did not tell his mom of his illness, because she herself suffers from heart disease, so the only ones aware of his health conditions are his father and sister. Everytime he goes for an operation, they'd tell his mom that he's working outstation. It's pretty sad, but true.

He has now 5% of his skull of, was coma for 3 months and hospitalized for a year, 2 of his spine bones (not sure of the medic term for this) got out. Has a long scar of stitches trailing down his neck and might go off anytime.

When you hear things like this, first thing that comes to me, "how do I react to this?" I know that the last thing that guy would want is sympathy. Maybe the best to do is to pray for him. Hope for a miracle and to use this story as a lesson.

Hence, came the promise Pres and I made. That if anything of this sort happens to either of us, we promised to at least tell. And pray that both of us will be of good health and nothing like this would happen to our kids, in the future. It's sadlar.. I cried.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Shopping is the best Indulgent

Women and shopping, almost inseparable.

Pity for men who doesnt enjoy shopping but end up tagging along, with a heap of shopping bags and face almost covered up. Thank God, Pres aint like that.

And so, we set off last nite, rite after work to do a lil shopping. Desired shopping paradise was the KLCC. How did we in the first place get ourselves there?

My seven year old wallet sorta snaped. I'm pretty sentimental. I dont buy heaps of stuff at once, unless the unfortunate mishaps happen to take place, like the story of my wallet. Like, I have one pair of trainers (yes, the old red and white one, which I desperately have to replace), I have one handbag, one pair of working shoes, one pencilbox (back frm the uni days), one pair of shades, and the ONE man. :P

However, the Elle wallet wasnt the only thing we ended up going home with. Pres manage to get me an elle watch for the hantaran tunang. And a pair of really nice knickers(ooo, baby baby --> hey, dont pretend u dont wear them okay! If u dont.. ewww!). I got him a nice 18 and a half sized black, double cuffed shirt. It was perfect. You have no idea how hard it is to shop for 'big' people in Malaysia, I swear they have prejudice against well-fed people for not to have sizes 11 and above! Luckyly, we have shops like Zara, Topman and M&S so..

And today, the hunt for hantaran gifts does not stop, it's pretty infectious I say... he got me a pair of really cool specs frame. Blue and plastic and thick. Man, almost like the designers, and damn! I look .... good (not self-proclaim).I even manage to come up with the hair style to go with it. He is gonna attach the specs with the storybook he'll present me on the 31st of July (insya allah).

Oh did I tell you that most probably, Pres and I will get engaged on the 31st of July. Wedding? I dont know, when he's got the 'financing' bits ready. Which we all presume will be within 2 years. Imagine, 2 years down the road, this nudzy, kerazzy, wacky ol Nadz gonna be someone's wife, who'd thought. I find it, almost overwhelming.

So for all that shopping, I have decided to stay up tonite and work on that business plan that we (Khairil, Pres & I) suppose to come up with. Since, Pres came out with the technical speciality, Khairil with the Financial bits, so I'll come up with a convincing business plan which will consist of the other 2 bits. Convincing skills... shows that I'm oh-so-goodddd.... in bull-shitting. Learnt that from my lovely Pet Bro. 2 years of hanging out with haidar, the results - me today. Thanks bro, always and always will remember you for it.

Since, this is a pretty heavy one hellavu postie, considering the fact that it is a bloody Saturday nite, and I am stucked home alone (parents and annoying kid sister dont count), as Pres have gone back to Klang, I'm pretty stuffed up, yes, with boredom.

But thank you for bearing all this giberrish of mine with me, I'd really appreciate it.

P/S: Here's a story, someone I knew got stucked in the elevator with Adflin Shauki (my all time fav star.. god, he's one hellavu teddybear) and wife (who cares abt this 3rd person) and knew the fact that he was. He did not say anything... imagine that, he did not say anything. Pres, baby, I could almost kill u for it... you could at least have asked his autograph for your sweet darling Afdlin Shauki-loving girlfriend?

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Starry Eyes

It is yet another beautiful fully-blessed Friday. Thank God.

And in a bit, I will be off to Starbucks, as usual for a lil kopi-talk Sherrie and I try to commit to, now that we all have our other priorities in life.

And, I cant wait. Maybe it is the reason of me loving Fridays soo much, more than I can contain.

I have started on my fourth book of Harry Porter - The Goblet Fire.

Sigh.. what should I get after that to read?

How about Prozac Nation? Or The Alchemist? Or Sophie's World? The list will never end and I can go on and on as I do when I drop by Kinokuniya or mph.

Coffee.
My fav beverage. And I take pride in my coffee. Anyone who knew me from college days and have lived with me long enaf or drank my coffee can tell my talent in making a fantastic cuppa.

So, I'm off to my lovely lunch break with my lovely mate.

Take care ya'll. Happy weekend!

Friday, May 06, 2005

05 of 05 of 05

Anyone actually took note of the date today, like I did? Something like this dont come often.

05-05-05

Just numbers, just dates.. but for some it might be significant. Two of my pals are celebrating their birthdays today.

I have finally finished 'Veronika decides to die'. It's an everyone's book. Somehow, something inside of each and every of us has surely one unaccomplished dream. Somehow, external factor, like parent's decision or lack of gutts made come to where we have today, when the truth is, we wish we could change our lives. If you have "if only"(s) questions on your mind, then you ought to read this.

It's about the insane, and insanity and if you read on, you'd find out, everyone's crazy. The definition of mad. And it is ok to be different and accept it, rather than to withdraw from reality.

Bits from the story that I fell in love with while I was on my journey to discovering life:

Bits One:
"Because the Virgin equals female energy and is the mistress of the snake, which signifies wisdom. If you look at the ring Dr Igor wears, you'll see that it bears the physician's symbol: two serpents coiled around a stick. Love is above wisdom, just as the Virgin is above the snake. For her, everything is Inspiration. She doesnt bother judging what is Good and what Evil."

Bits Two:
Dr Igor: "You see this thing around my neck?"
Veronika: "You mean your tie?"
Dr Igor: "Exactly. Your answer is logical, coherent answer an absolutely normal person would give: it's a tie! A madman, however, would say that what I have around my neck is a ridiculous, useless bit of coloured cloth tied in a very complicated way, and which makes it harder to get air into you lungs and difficult to turn your neck. I have to be careful when I'm anywhere near a fan, or I could be strangled by this bit of cloth."
"If a mad person were to ask me what this tie is for, I would have to say, absolutely nothing. It's not even purely decorative, since nowadays it's become a symbol of slavery, power, afoolness. The only really useful function a tie serves is the sense of relief when you get home and take it off; you feel as if you've freed yourself from something, though quite what you dont know."
Dr. Igor:"But does that sense of relief justify the existance of ties? No. Nevertheless, if I were to ask a madman and a normal person what this is, the sane person would say: a tie. It doesnt matter who's correct, what matters is who's right."

Enlightening. One word to describe Paulo Coelho's books.

P/S: Reading is a journey in discovering the insignificants.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

I'm goin nadz!

This is gonna sound shameful. But I am gonna say it anyway. I envy those who manage to attach audio files along with their blog. I know the command for that. It is just that I am unable to convert my music files to URL format, know what I mean?

I spent the whole bloody day figuring how the hell... you know why? Because I wanted to share the Peterpan song, track no.5 called kukatakan dgn indah with you guys. In the end.. nothing but my frustration.

Oh well, maybe if some of you know how I can convert them, trust me, tried everything. Still, nil. Nada. And I am tired, so will someone help this hopeless one?

I would love to walk to the LRT station, but it's pouring water (damn I wished it were men) out there. So, here I am, stucked in my office at bloody 7pm when it is wayyy pass my 'goin-back-time'.

Sad... but true...
Tired... and hungry...
Why is this happening to me?

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

The continuing episode of the Komuter

After almost 5 months of not getting on the train, I finally did, to work today. Back to the ol days. I will take the Komuter and then change at KL Sentral for the Putra LRT, off to work I go. And this will continue, till maybe the change in career comes in. Who knows, if my rezeki mengizinkan, end of this year.

Wow! I actually missed it. The train rides. I know it's like war when I board it, due to the queueing-up and some who are ignorant of this fact that queueing-up is essential. And you should see how they race of the empty seat. It's as if they would die standing up if they dont get one.

As for me, I decided not to be one of them racers and just enjoy my first day ride standing. Looking at the greeneries, and enjoying it. I never noticed this, and today I did. Day-dream a lil. To think tru some lil thoughts I once decided wasn't significant. That was what I did for the first 1/2 hour ride on the Komuter.

On the LRT, since I manage to get a seat, I did a lil bit of reading. I miss that, reading, and I have realised that the only time I can read, and excuse myself from reality was when I'm on the train. See how much I have missed since I car-pooled? Tomorrow I can start on The Goblet Fire from the Harry Porter series. I have read azkaban and order of the phoenix. Just didnt wanna miss out any.

Everyone's complaining about the train rides, well, I just thought that I should try to look for the good things rather than the bad ones, at least it wont make my morns such dreadful ones. Maybe I do enjoy the rides. Allows me to create a world of my own, in this lil mind of mine. My lil secret hideout. My getaway.

P/S: Pres dah pindah Selayang, hence, the fact that we are unable to car-pool

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

I could eat a cow!

A perfect lonesome Monday, I woke up at 12noon, as desired. And I found myself being alone at home. I knew Nathra was going out. Mom and dad was a suprise though. I had my shower, suppa coffee. Tried to do my surfing of net at home. But it was just hopeless. Damn! The connection was so God Damn SLOW!

So here I am in the heart of Kajang... yes! The town. Did I mention that I am HUNGRY?! Yes, I am, it was the sole reason of me coming out here in the first place. To get a McD's takeaway. How I found myself here in this very cc is still a mystery. Maybe it's my legs, they have a mind of their own. I blame it on the mole beneath my feet. That was what mom used to say though...

Today, I was reminded of my transition days, when I was walking to this place and I heard EMINEM's song in the background. I used to find a reason to study, so that I will obtain my degree. Biasalar... malas mar. You are a student, all you wanted was fun! And that was what I was looking for then. Unlike today, I want to own and build my empire of 'holdings'. Ha-ha.

And the reason and the thing that will make get out off my being a potato couch was this song. And back then I did a lil bit of weights. And sit up and work out in my lil hideout we call 'room'. This was the theme of my success and it has been a long time since I put that CD on.

Just felt a lil nostalgic. And I just decided to share with ya'll:

look, if you had, one shot;
one opportunityto seize everything you ever wanted,
in one momentwould you capture it,
or just let it slip, yo;

his palms are sweaty,
knees weak arms are heavy there's vomit on his sweater already
mom's SPAGEHTTI
he's nervous,
but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs
but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd grows so loud
he opens his mouth but the words won't come out
he's chokin' how,
everybody's jokin' now,
the clocks run out,
times up, over, plow!

back to reality,
oh'there goes gravity,
oh'there goes rabbit,
he choked
he's so mad but he,
won't give up that easy,
he won't have it he, knows
his whole back's to these rope
sit don't matter he's, dope
he knows that but he's, broke
he so stagnant he, knows
when he goes back to this mobile home
that's when, it'sback to the lab again, yo
this whole rap shit he better go capture this moment
and hope it don't pass him (you betta)
lose yourself in the music,
the moment, you own it,
you better never let it go
you only get one shot to not miss your chance to blow
this opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo (you betta)

lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it,
you better never let it go
you only get one shot to not miss your chance to blow
this opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo (you betta)

his souls escaping, through this hole that is gaping
this world is mine for the taking, make me king
as we move toward'a, new world ord'a,
a normal life is boringbut superstardoms,
close to post mortum
it only grows harder, homie grows hotter
he blows it's all over,
these hoes is all on him
coast to coast shows he's known as the globe trotter

lonely roads god only knows, he's grown farther from home
he's no father, he goes home and barely knows his own daughter
but hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
these hoes don't want him no mo' he's cold product
they moved on to the next shmo' who flows he nose dove, and sold nada
so the soap opera's told it unfolds i suppose it's old partner
but the beat goes on da da dum da da dum datta, (you betta)

lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it,
you better never let it go (yo)
you only get one shot to not miss your chance to blow
this opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo (you betta)
lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it,
you better never let it goyou only get one shot to not miss your chance to blow
this opportunity comes once in a life-time, yo (you betta)

no more games, I'm
a change what you call rage
tear this mother fuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
i was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
i been chewed up, and spit out and booed off stage
but I kept rhymin in step writin the next cypher
best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
all the pain inside amplified by the, fact that
i can't get by with my nine to
five and I can't provide the right type'a
life for my family cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
and it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer,
this is my life and these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
teeter totter caught up between bein a father and a prima donna
baby mama drama's screamin on and
too much for me to wannastay in one spot,
another jam or nothas gotten me to the point,
I'm like a snail i've gotto formulate a plot bfore I end up in jail or shot
success is my only mother fuckin option,
failure's not
mom, i love you, but this trailer's got to go
i cannot grow old in Salem's lot, so here i go it's my shot
feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that i got (you betta)

you can do anything you set your mind to man.

By the way, I was so insipired by this song, I decided to name my first born Mekhei'il after Mekhi from this song. EHhehehe... Now, I am done writing today's post, I'll head to Mc'D for my lunch.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Wakey! Wakey! Rise and shine hunney...

I was suppose to wake up at 12noon, however, it is only 10am, and I am up, like a spring! What the?

It annoys me that I wake up so early, like this on a damn Saturday.

Oh, by the way, I have watched Tentang Dia last nite. A wee bit slow. But pretty meaningful. An expected ending, with a tragical event. That is all I am gonna say. I dont wanna spoil it for you who has not watch it. Truth is, I had a great evening with Pres last nite. Felt like we were one of our first dates again. It was a sensual evening.

So, what am I up to on this luxurious, not-properly-utilised Saturday? Let's see... hrm..:

a) For starters, I could use a shower... ahhahah, ewww! (Tak malu blum mandi, dah blog it!)
b) Wake my sister Nathra up, so she and I can go to KLCC to meet my long lost cousin from S'pore ----> Rozi (who got married last year, and I did not attend it ----> shame on me!)
c) Shopping! Shopping! Shopping ---> window shop only lar
d) Pres will join us after work at about 3pm
e) Coffee session at starbucks or coffee bean till I get so stuffed with caffeine, I am able to run to S'pore and back.
f) Call it a evening and head home.
g) Damn! I really want to club. It's like I crave for it so much. If I dont, I swear, I'm gonna dance in my room, till I can dance no more.

And maybe a movie of Coach Carter, before sending Pres home and preparing for mom's day tomorrow. Is it tomorrow guys? If not, I plan to go to the international book fair.

Now, I should really go for the shower I was talking about and kick-start my day with a sweeet lil fag.

The Highest Order Of All Complications In Life