Grrr...

ALYA!

Me and your handphone need to have 'words'

I think it is preventing us from having the wonderful relationship we share. *grins*

(and you should really specify where you are going off too so people like me don't jump straight into conclusions)

What am I on?

So, I have a week of study leave, where I am suppose to technically study.

*whistles innocently*

AND I DO!!! For three hours everyday.

And this was one of the most random conversation I had with my mom today.

Mom: Sarah, do you want the pear?

me: no thanks

Mom: Okay, it's on the counter, wash

the plate when you are done.

Me: Huh?

Squirrel!

I was watching up with my dad and brother, then, I saw a squirel enter through the side door.

So, I yelled :

SQUIRREL!!

And my bro and dad started to laugh. Apparently, I said it together with the tv..when the dogs said 'squirrel!'

*blushes*

Words can be misleading...

For an extremely long time, I thought Alya has finally left the country.

But then...

she just went to Bali.

*argh!*

bet she's having a laugh at my jumping to conclusions.

*grumble*

All bookstores annoy me now.

So, to get on with my newest manga obsession, I decided to buy Inuyasha Volume 1. And so I searched for it.

None of the bookstores I looked at carried vol 1, even Kinokuniya and Times. They usually carry volume 4 to 20 or something like that.

So I have to order it....and wait for three weeks..


*grumbles*

New Anime!

I am watching Inuyasha now.

*trips off to continue watching while pointedly ignoring the pile of homework and revision she still has to do*

Free..for now

Finished trials *whoot*

And, with the Hari Raya break, we get an extra week off for our study week.

And my teachers do not at all understand the concept of homework.

Lastly, my Twitter is undernourished from updates.

=)

One more week to go =)

My guy friend told me that, one of the best ways guys past times is by naming all the celebrities they like. So, it will start of with one of them expressing their love and affection for *celebrity name here*. Then, all the other guys in the group would nod wisely, and then, full of wisdom in their voices, they would all name their love. This would continue on until one of them come up with a peculiar celebrity.

Then, all brothership is lost as the group stares at the one who Would Not Conform. But it is all fun and games anyway.

=)

Anyway, to make up for my belated-ness here is a delicious cake for Rebecca to admire. And get ready for ther Habby Belated Pirthday song.



*ahem*

Happy Belated Birthday to you!
Happy Belated Birthday to you!
Happy Belated Birthday toooooooooooooooooo (Checks name on paper) Rebecca!!!! =)
(smiles to distract audience)
Habby Belated Pirthday......TO YOU!!!!!!




Thank you! Thank you!

*bows*

(Light fades into black)

Lockdown

This is nice of me, I am self-volunteering myself of the net for the two whole weeks which is my trials.

So...just as a headups for the future lack of posts.



On a lighter note (and font colour) I have decided that I want a blue dress for prom.

Tadah!

I have just revived my twitter.

And I found you, Alya!

=)

And Becky and Vien too, if they are want to be named.

My friendship with nuts

{This was written while the writer was in a fit of dementia from her empty packet of roasted peanuts. You have been warned. }

Peanuts;

You know those packed peanuts, the one which have been roasted to perfection. And all you have to do is shell it. It is so simple, yet, so relaxing, the marketeers got this one right. When you crack that nut, you can her the blessed crunch that says that yes, you can break stuff if you want to. Then, you will see two nuts nestled inside there cozily.

Then, as you gloat and feel smug about the fruits of your labour, you pop them in your mouth. You await the enjoyment you will feel as your teeth grind them into nothingness, swallow, and let your other organs do the rest. But, as you taste it, you lucky person, you realise that you have just eaten a salty peanut. The peanut craved by all nut-heads in the world.

Obviously, you reach out for another one. But, this time, you lack the finesse and care you took for your first nut. You clumsily crack it open. You don't even stop to admire the size and the browness of the shell in your hand, you didn't even appreciate the 'crack' sound which comes from popping it.

You giddily swallow it up and bite. But, there is something wrong. This is not the ultimate nut. It lacked the salty tang, the subtle smell of your first nut. This is just some common, run-of-the-mill nut!

Incensed now, you grab another nut. Over and over again, never stopping until-

The nut has returned again. Smiling in bliss, you automatic nut-cracking movement stilled to enjoy the moment. As you enjoy the salty nut.

You reach out for another one. But, now, the bag is empty. Bah! Foiled again!

I will be back for you nut, just you wait.

argh the embarrassment

So, my family normally goes to church on Saturday evening, and we normally leave the house... 15 minutes ago..

(see where is it all going)

so, me, fed up with being yelled at to hurry up, picked out a top, bottom, shoes, hairstyle etc. a half hour to 6. At 5.45, I began to assemble my attire. By 6 pm , I am out of the room

to meet my family still snoozing the rest of the afternoon away.

(am now currently hibernating in room due to random burst of laughter when seen by any family member)

Up up and away!!

I went to watch Up! today and it was uber awesome. I really recommend everyone to watch it, not just families with kids who like throwing popcorn at the other people.

The plot was simple :

An old man who wants to fulfill his and his late wife's dream of building a house at Paradise Falls. But then , throughtout his journey to and at Paradise Falls, he has to deal with a overly helpful wilderness club boy, a talking dog, a colourful bird and an extremely ancient adventurist.

Yes, I really enjoyed it.

sigh...

LIDRA farewell yesterday. And I really felt old...

But the place was nice, even though the food was just average. And there was a lawn. And then we acted out a parody of Puteri Gunung Ledang.

See what happens when you spend two months on the stage doing something over and over again...

But it was a fun day. And I got a notebook as a token.

I really really want to buy Rurouni Kenshin vol. 27 and 28.

And I am really lazy to upload photos.

Overboard

Some people are really pinning high hopes on prom. In fact, some of them have even planned out their dresses and stuff already. And me... if a dress comes, it comes. For some reason I want to go really cliche and wear a ice-blue dress to match the theme, Zero Degrees.

But seriously, prom is a lot of trouble for a six hours party thing. There are people who drew out their dresses, tailored it, lose weight....and the list goes on.

And I still am too lazy to go dress shopping. Anyway, if I buy it too early, I may have seen the dress I actually want later, so I am holding out.

Now, all is left is to find a date. Or else I will ask myself there.

So...stuck at home

I get to skip off school due to the fact that I had a mild case of food poisoning. Not fun.

At the risk of giving TMI, I had weird dreams about having stomachaches and then I woke up and realise that it was real.

And my mom says me and my brother are just wacky. He just called from school the say "hi mom, not to worry, I just have an incredible migraine that I am seeing two of everything."

My mom went to pick him up.

But I am still going to the gym today.

Hell knows, heaven suspects. By Mr Bent in Making Money

For some reason the form 5 LIDRA members have to pay for their own retirement party.

And the fact that we use the word 'retire' cracks me up. I had a vivid vision about us all, in our twenties, sitting in rocking chair listening to the sounds of nature, and then.

retired-LIDRA member 1: You remember the good old days where we used to play alibi?

retired_LIDRA member 2: yup, you remember that the player never wins.

My friends say that I am ridiculous. I am also ridiculous because the SPM craze have not hit me yet. So whenever someone goes:

Dude, SPM is 3 months away.

I will go,

Dude, in 3 months time, I don't have to look at BATA shoes ever again.

For some reason they are not amused. I wonder why.

I bought a new book.

So, its call Going Postal, set in Terry Pratchett's Discworld. I already have Making Money, and since the antagonist is still Moist von Lipwig I wanted to read it. He does have a rather cool wordplay going on.

So, people read.

and today, a weird thing happened to me. So, I went off to Times at Pavi after my parents and brother decided to go to Stadium and Adidas.

And when I met them they were beaming and said that since each of them bought a new article of clothing, I get a new one too!

me : huh?

So, I dragged them all over finding the perfect pair of shorts.

And I found it on a Sale rack in Esprit.

it had funky beading.

What I really want is the flare-out shorts in Gap. Providing that the price mysteriously drop so low that the ground can't even go there.

But there shall be a way.

Oh, yes, and SPM is a pain.

The prospect of ending school.

While many of the students are awaiting the prospect of never coming to school and wearing those white BATA shoes (black for prefects and librarians) ever again, none of us account for the journey to the end.

Actually the end is the SPM examinations. What we didn't expect is the tonne of homework we are getting shoved down our throats everyday now.

So, after school, I am stuck inside doing tedious accounting and drawing graphs while my brother enjoys the sunshine.

And I want to watch Alice in Wonderland, the one coming out next year.

Puteri Gunung Ledang finally over.

That whole month singing and nearly loosing my voice.

That whole month gleefully putting on a regretful class when we are pulled out of class for extra rehearsals and extra breaks.

That whole month laughing as I watch my friends put on the play and not being able to take them seriously when they act sad..

All gone, my last year and final concert. But I walked away with a marroon kebaya. (ps. Alya, if you want to see me in it ask me to some random dinner or something which requires traditional formal outfits)

And as last year, I realise that I am missing the gene which enables me to put on make up. Hence, I just stood there looking lost while more experienced and talented gurus surveyed my face and put stuff on it. The eye curler mechaniscm scared me. That thing is a creation of evil.

And on Friday night, I discovered why I am incapable of putting on make up.

Rowena : Make up is like art, you just have to blend the colours until it comes out right.

Me : That explains a lot, I always nearly fail my art.

Yup, so that is that.

And I am watching Harry Potter tonight. YAY. Sorry Becks.