Hi, My name is syaz. I come from Brunei. I am the eldest of six. I have a father and mother. And they both love me very much. I think they love me more than my other siblings. That’s because im the eldest. Parents always have a soft spot for their eldest and prettiest child. My father is funny sometimes serious. My mother is serious but she can easily laugh. She likes Mr Bean. As a kid,I remember how her eyes would water from lauging at Mr Bean on tv. I don’t know why. Mr Bean is not funny.

Molly is my second sister. She’s 2nd because she’s not 1st or 3rd or 4th or 6th. She’s very smart. She does science at uni. But she can also be anal. I guess that comes with being the middle child. Babies should wish they’re never born the middle child..simply because it sucks.Nicknaming herself Anal Amal, she does all the cleaning,scrubbing and washing around here. fun. at least she seems to think so. but she’s very smart. and always funny at the odd times -like when no one’s in the mood. hahahahahahahahaha.

Come to think of it. All of them apart from me and the youngest one ,Aziz are middle childs. middle CHILDREN so to speak. Here’s why;-

There’s two sets of us.That makes 3 in melbourne, 3 in brunei. the first 3 grew up together (me,molly,kelly). the second set grew up together..Tharwana,Rahim and Aziz (they all dont have orang puteh names yet cause they haven’t been overseas for six years). ok. If we were to put all six together in a box, Kel and Tharwana should be the middle children..based on statistics, they’re both the median of six. But since they are two sets, Molly is the middle child of 3 and Rahim is the middle child of the other 3. Jadinya, kalau kan dikirakan. MOLLY,KELLY,THARWANA sama RAHIM semua ampit jadi middle children. hahahaha. It gets confusing. But if you’re not the middle child. you’ll get it. hahahahahaha.

Now i wonder what’s the point of living. lets face it guys,middle children arent babies who can get away with murder.

back to my story.
Kelly the 3rd child. She’s the 3rd because she’s not the 1st 2nd 4th 5th or 6th. her real name is Aqilah. we used to call her ‘a-que’, ‘kill’ when we were little.No. she’s not a fan of kelly clarkson. 2 years ago she started asking everyone to call her Kel; “bukan Kill, KEl”. Maybe the name Kel really came from my dad calling her “Akel” all the time. As time passes..kel pun betukar menjadi kelly..dan jenama coklet Koko Jelly akan ditukar ke Koko Kelly. wah wah wah. She’s probably the funniest among all the six of us. Sings and plays the guitar well. Her biggest issue other than PMS is her moustache.

I will not expose the identity of the last 2 middle children and the baby of the family. I’m too malas..and im sparing you all from all of my snobbery-first-child-syndrome-bullshit.

My hobbies are, singing, sleeping, cooking and eating. I am also fond of bullying (helo? this post?) A trait embedded in all the first child in the first child planet. i suffer from what i like to call the first-child-syndrome. I might also have suffered from a lil bit of brain damage from all the attention..(it clearly shows in this post)

Speaking of which, I had a friend who went to brain damage school.Her parents thought it would be a good idea for a normal kid to be educated by profesh help..That way they turn out more Intillegent than most normal kids. She is also a middle child..so i think..it was more of an experiment on her parents’ part (no suprises there!). It was just by dumb luck that she turned out fine: I quote the-friend-who-went-to-brain-damage-school:-

“The nurse was my only friend there,she kept me sane i was the only normal one in the school”.

But true enough, she really did came out smart and was the first one from my batch to graduate.I am now looking in to sending all my future middle kids and grand middle kids to brain damage school.

But then again not all parents are brave enough, not to mention have a lot of money left over for middle children, to send them to brain damage school. So why are they still smart?

easy peezy lemon squeezy – Books are cheaper than toys. hwahwahwa.

Being a middle child may have a lot of downsides. But hey, look on the bright side. they’re smart. they can clean. they’re more independent and all the bullying from the first kid might’v made them slightly cookoo,but at the same time it has also made them stronger, mature , more sensible people.. just what the future needs. Thank god there’s 4 of them in my family.

Being a middle child might not really work on the short run.. but in the long run, it’ll be okay. 🙂

with love,
the oldest and prettiest child, sometimes asshole, Syaz

kiss me.

Nonna’s lived up to my expectations. The italian hot chocolate was the best italian hot chocolate in the italian hot chocolate planet. So was the ice chocolate. I may type chocolate as “chocolate” but im really saying it like this:-

*coughs*
COK-LET.

Having a quiet friday night at home. It’s 2.08AM so its technically Saturday morning. Kel’s on the couch watching the Kdrama series MY LOVELY SAMSOON. This is also her 100th time watching it.

u know what i hate?
The shops at QV. Shops like Third Millenium , Cactus Jam , Copenhagen dll. I hate how they hide the price tags deep in the ‘jungle’ of their dresses. As if its done intentionally so that the sales girl can tell the rich shoppers and poor shoppers apart. Rich shoppers just buy whilst the poor shoppers seem to fuss with the dresses endlessly until they find the $454.95 price tags – Its a conspiracy im telling you. I like Wayne Cooper though. I like how they put their $455 tags out in the open. That way their dresses stays wrinkle-free 😀

It just clicked me that i’m not a shoppaholic. I’m more of an impulse buyer. Which is 10 x the moon worse than a shoppaholic. At least a shoppaholic get to see the things that they bought. Whilst an impulse buyer spend most of their money on chewing gum , chocolates and keychains, that all they can see at the end of the day is a rounder,chubbier appearance..and they still wonder what they bought.

is it Shoppaholic or ShoPaholic?

Melbourne’s jam packed with asians. When i see a white man on the street. i stare. seriously.

I get paranoid when i ride on the trams.Funny thing is, I’d rather be paro than buy a ticket.

I hate going to Uni on Mondays. So much, id rather buy a ticket to ride the trams to zone 1 ,2 and 3.

Do you know that i can very stubborn?

I want to start podcasting. what do you think?

have a good weekend everybody. Stay clean, say no to drugs.

kiss me.

costume party kah orgy?

kiss me.

Flying-n@t^d°-[Gods-livingroom-bedroom-toilet-n-kitchen] says:
okie lah
Flying-n@t^d°-[Gods-livingroom-bedroom-toilet-n-kitchen] says:
i am going
Syazwana says:
wei yu gong?
Flying-n@t^d°-[Gods-livingroom-bedroom-toilet-n-kitchen] says:
gym bah
Syazwana says:
wek mek owang ong lengueng.
Syazwana says:
wang! yu andastang!!??
Flying-n@t^d°-[Gods-livingroom-bedroom-toilet-n-kitchen] says:
?????????????????????????????????????????
Flying-n@t^d°-[Gods-livingroom-bedroom-toilet-n-kitchen] says:
??????????????????????????????

ok. heh. but you understood me the first time Nat!! haha.

Wei yu gong – Where you going?
wek mek owang ong lengueng – We make our own language.
wang!!! yu andastang!? – WOW! you understand!?

*seng* i dong nong a wang jang bong.

*sigh* i dont know i was just bored.

lol. and APPARENTLY “wang” can also mean two things. “wow” and “was” LOL. syaz syaz.. sigh
kiss me.

My laptop over-heated. I am now sitting next to the window, blogging hoping that the cold morning weather would cool it off faster. Its working. Thank god. I almost had a heart attack this morning when my laptop kept on switching off by itself. Close friends would know that i’ve always had a problem with laptops. The ones i own seem to have shorter life expectancies. In the past 6 years..i have gone through 4 laptops. Almost one for every year.

2000-2001:- Toshiba Sattelite, “My first love”.
My first years at Boarding School. Didn’t get to use this laptop much as we were given in-house school laptops which were provided by ACER , fujitsu and NEC at that time. Don’t know how but I accidentally dropped it one day and had it looked at by the people from NETCOM in KIULAP over my summer holidays. They said the hard drive was damaged. So i sent it in to get it fixed. Towards the end of summer, i went to Netcom to pick it up. I switched the laptop on and there was a straight line going through the middle of the screen. And as if to add insult to injury,it turns out that the hard toshiba casing was cracked from the sides of the laptop all the way through the back. Well done Netcomm, You’ve officially Bruce-leed my laptop. I demanded for a replacement. but they refused. I threatened to SUE they then offerred me an IBUDDY. But thats like replacing gold tooth with air. Belubang gigi. After much persistence they then gave me BD$1000 check. shit. Come to think of it, 1000 mana cukup. SIKIT JUA TU. *^*(#&#.

Didn’t worry much cause i still had my boarding school laptop. With a heavy heart, i left my first Tosshhyy, the Tosshhyy of my life in Brunei.

2001-2002 “Winter Potato”
My NEC. I enrolled in boarding school middle of term 2. And was given a bulky not to mention, UNCOOL NEC laptop. Everytime i took it out it looked like i was carrying a sack of potatoes..that’s how ugly it was ok? Students that enrolled at the start of the year were offerred slick thin ACERS and Fujitsus (cough Nat cough). IMAGINE NAT I HAD TO CARRY MY BIG ASS UNCOOL NEC LAPTOP TO CLASS EVERYDAY ..THE LAPTOP CARRIED ME..and people kept asking me “Hey, why is your laptop so old. aren’t you new?” through out year 11 and year 12..mcm setaun ku sudah sini kali ah? get over it kali ah computer ku bida..awu bah macam mua kamu kamu semua..ish. Anyways, what is past is past hahahaha.

So yeah,I had no problems with the NEC tho. Well i did, but we always had people to fix it for us at school. One time i accidentally spilt water on the keyboard.. The next day i took it to the “dungeon”(the laptop-servicing department within the school..nicknamed the dungeon cause it was located in a stoney-brick-looking-building).. and got it replaced free of chas. huhuhu. During my school years my NEC had to endure more abuse..but its ok.. we had the people from the dungeon to fix it up. huhu. Had to return my laptop at the end of Highschool though. So i had to get a new one for Uni. which was another……..

…

2003-2005 :- Another Toshiba Sattelite – “My First love, Part II – Sorry i said i love you”
This one lasted quite a while only because i WANT it to last for quite a while.. But by the 6th month of getting it. Most of the keys on the keyboard were missing. I’m not sure why..but i think it was the wind that blew the keys away. serious. I was staying in an apartment on the 24th level, which is..as you know a long way up skali berangin to the max. I had the laptop sitting next to the window (like now!) and left the window open while i went out to go to school. When i came home. Bits and pieces of the letter H G J O B N D were scattered on the floor. Naturally, people didn’t believe my story. So when they ask me what happened to my keys i just tell them; “Ah. kana makan tikus”. I never got it replaced though. Thank god i can touch type..yea suprisingly it was still working tapi paksa takan kuat kuat lah. be muscle jari ku. Well at least ive got something for show and tell when i have visitors over. “wow Syaz!! i wonder how you type ah..how u know which key is which key!?” because i know 😉

by the 1st year.. the fan wasn’t working properly anymore. i had to use the laptop sideways so that it won’t overheat. And then there was a virus, and then i got the fan to work properly again, but there was THAT virus..and then i dropped it, the harddrive went kapoots..and i couldn’t reformat the laptop anymore..and then the missing keys wudnt work anymore..and then i gave up..and broke it in half. the screen i donated to the people in africa with a note saying:-“This children, is what a laptop will look life if you are not poor!” ha ha ha. jahat eh. i can be so morbid sometimes. and the other half.. i keep. the fan’s still working. So ive dismantled and attached it to an ice cream stick – to be used, exsp on a hot day, at weddings. hahahaha “Jangan kamu TOSHIBA NI KIPAS KU ANI.” hahahahahaha.

kidding. the laptop’s at home..collecting dust , tai cacak dll dll (dan lain lain..dan lain lain)

2006 – ?? –
and then i bought a new laptop. An Acer. a chunky bulky acer. i dont know, but i like big fat computers. both toshhies were huge. anyway, im now trying my luck with Acer. its been 9 months. so far so good. nothing wrong with it yet..just running out of space..damn prison break. oh Abruzzi died. yes. i like to annoy my readers. Sorry naik Lorry laaa!! huhuhu. i weeped. for half an hour i weeped. He wasn’t supposed to die. what is Prison break without Abruzzi? 🙁 🙁 🙁 oh. slightly off the topic..um but yeah anyway.. i love my acer. the keys are still intact.. there no lines going accross the screen just yet.. sticker nya ganya lakap. huhuu.

haha. so there. the story of my life. haha. macam cerita korea.

Moral of the story: Kalau membali Toshiba atu..jantah dipakai. Simpan saja dalam Almari. Inda rusak.

Kel’s also currently having problems with her toshiba. tapi kami suka toshiba bah. hehe.

kiss me.

Balik balik sudah ku mendangar album siti nurhaliza ani. kan apal saja ku inda. uwargh. It’s a love and hate relationship i tell you. One day ill be like..gali ku sitinurhaliza ani while watching the interview with her and the spouse..the next thing ill be like “dibawaaaaaah, cinta satu benuaaa..ku berlari mencari satu cinta, cintamuuuuu ku ke syurgaaaa kan kuuuuu bawaaa iaaa..SITI SITU SANA SINI!!” ha ha ha. ish. sasakku eh.

Ani lagi track numbur lapan..”Coba untuk mengerti” im looking up the lyrics as we speak. Sitizone.com kali ah?

Apakan albummnya ani. behantu banar eh. huhuhu. as much as i hate to say it. i love it. *sigh*

wah. now that ive got nothing to do.. ive been bloggiing alot ah? at least 2 posts a day. better make this one short then.

adios amigo (hahaha cali bunyinya)

adios amigo (hahahaha)

ADIOS AMIGOS (HAHAHAHAHA)

Just finished reading Nat Choot’s blog. Nat. I know i call you just “Nat” in real life, sometimes “Natahi”. but i dont know why i have to include your sir name everytime i mention you in my blog. wahaha. She was analysing signatures on group-assignment-sheets in her last post. Funny stuff. A great start to the day.

Its monday. I have a class at 11:30. and here are the list of things im to do this week:-

-Two assignments due in at the end of this week. Thank god the stress is not here yet..oh no wait. it’s here. i feel like strands of hair are popping out of my roots at the mention of assignments.
-Inta’s farewell dinner.
-Nauli’s Housewarming.
-Indo festival.
-make a headstart on economics & performance management assignments.
-paning sikit
-paning banyak
-pingsan

Why would anyone would want to name their daughter Chantal? Everytime i think of the name chantal..i think of bantal. i try to think of other rhyming words. but i can only think of bantal. heh. And i hate the name Doraisammi. He’s a tough assignment marker..and marks attendance the moment the lecture starts. if you happen to be 15min late cause u got hit by a car,tram,bus,boy on a skateboard he will, trust me, mark you absent. because he can..and because his body is made up of billions and billions of microscopic asshole cells. I bet his wife’s name is Minachi.

Doraisammi, i think Minachi wants a divorce.

kiss me.

Saturday morning & afternoon was spent lazing around the house. I had no intention to go out until inta called and asked if we were still on for dinner. Then i remembered that i actually made plans with her to go out this weekend. We initially wanted to go for a road trip out in to the suburbs, a trendy dinner somewhere in Yarra Valley… but the weather this week was not as great as we had expected so we went out for a quick dinner at the Nasi Lemak House on lygon instead (yup. the one with the gangster-Aunty!). Upon arriving there.. the aunty straight away recognized me and went:-

Ghetto Nasi Lemak Aunty:- “HEY! YOU GOT SEE THAT SIGN OR NOT? HALAL ALREADY!”
Me: he he..see i told you. HALAL CHICKEN cheaper kan!?
GNLA:”Ya..”
Me: see..i told you.
GHLA: TSK. BUT NOT BY MUCH LA!!! (fucking kiasu i tell you this aunty!)
Me: BUT STILL CHEAPER ABIT RITE?
GHLA: YA LA YA LA YA LA OK what u want?

I want you to shut the fuck up.

when we were about to leave.. she was like..

GNLA: eh so what you doing after this?
me: sleep.
GNLA: NO BOYFREN kah yOU?? find boyfren la!!
me: Ya ya ya next time i find rich chinese taikong.
GNLA: WAH. IF CHINESE I WANT.
me: *sneer* single is it?
GNLA: ya la.

I smiled and said goodbye. NOW WHY AM I NOT SUPRISED THAT SHE’S SINGLE? HELLO. I THINK ANY RICH CHINESE TAIKONG OR ANYCHINESE MAN FOR THAT MATTER WOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO TAKE HER AS A WIFE. But since im not really that jahat even though i sound like a bitch most of the time, im going to do her a favour by doing this;

anyone out there searching for a wife?
would a middle-aged Aunty who makes one hell of a good nasi lemak do?
if yes,please email me with your details. She may look ganas. but she’s really sweet. i promise 🙂

Drove up to the trendy Fitzroy street for churros afterwards.Delicious traditional spanish donuts dipped in your choice of chocolate.. milk,white,dark. Ive actually passed by St Churros the chocalatier a few times before but i never realised it was a cafe. I tot it was just a chocolate boutique and the name was St Churros simply because the owner wanted to name it St Churros. inda ku te click sana bejual churros. huhuhu. but yeah it was good the mocca i had was good too..a tad too sweet. but very chocola-tey.I can always count on Inta to bring me to the good places to eat.

But After last nite. i dont think i’d want to see another piece of churros every again in my life. bliak. muak.

Went home straight after for a karaokeing session. What we like to call a karaoke session with the Harsonos. Inta and her sister Dinda both sing exceptionally well..

anyway, in the spirit of true karaoke-ing and singing off-key, ill leave you with our rendition of “Saving all my love for you” by whitney houston – “Lelaki Memanglah Penipu”.

enjoy!!

hahahahaha. Lelaki Memanglah Penipu by Dinda,Inta,Sas,Molly & Kelly

Dinda: “tiba tiba semua diem.. and then there’s like a slow clap…”

*LOL*.
kiss me.

Still in my comfy shoes.. huhu. Muji, Andhika, Sissy, Sassy, Billy.

Sissy & Sassy sitting on a tree..

Pictures, obviously, courtesy of Sissy. Thankies.

more soon..
ill be uploading loads more on my multiply. add me if you havent.

Shoutouts to Shasha who’s celebrating her 21st today. huhuhu. wuv you babe.

kiss me.

Just got back from drinks at Hairy Cannary. They serve up the best Mango Juice in the mango juice planet. Had Natalie and Natalie’s bestfriend Ching-ee (sometimes Singh Ee) for company. The place was jampacked for a Wednesday Night. Why? Its fashion week! of course! no wonder everyone there was stylish-ly dressed. chic. ok. that’s the word chic. everyone was CHIC. shik. sheek. not chick (you moron!) even the men (obviously, they were kong) were chic, much to my annoyance . It’s seldom that you see orang puteh (oh sorry, caucasians) flaunting original speedy bags around the place..same goes to having the Dolce & Gabanna V3s. Its good to see that they’re running away from their Nokia-3310 friends once in a while. sigh.

I’m sure there’s a secret to looking like a million bucks without having to splurge on a pair of cavalli’s kan?

Anyways, That was good you guys, just chilling, talking..bitching about the cold weather. It’s been raining the whole day. on and off. and its the first week of spring. and there i was, expecting better weather. to think im over bitching about melbourne’s weather after all these years kan?

On another note, im still compiling pictures from last week’s idola melben. Im just waiting for pictures from Nawa’s camera now and of course photos by the profesh photographers we had on the night. so yeah..its still gonna be a short wait 😉

pic courtesy of Natalie : These people are the reason why i rocked on stage 😉 the Penang-Melburnian & Bru-Melburnian connection. to the rest of the bruneians who came to support me; mun,ujai,khalilah,nasirah, nafeah, maya.. i cant thank you girls enough for coming. there’s only SO many bruneians here kan? hehe thanks guys for making it a night to remember 🙂

life’s back to normal now that the competition is over. No more heart attacks ..crying..going home feeling like you want to pingsan after a hard day of rehearsing.. etc etc..and certainly no more LIME JUICE. huhuhuhuhu. just catching up with school work now.

Staying here for summer to do summer school. Ive made plans of sharing a bikini with Nat to wear on the beach this summer. I quote Nat:- “Ok. since its 70 bucks for one..why dont you and i share share.. you $35 i $35..we take turns wearing it on the beach”. hahaha.

give nat some love. dont forget to feed the pets located on the right handside of the blog. if ure reading it from a mirror..left handside. haha. it’s addictive i can spend hours on her page just playing with them. heh. oh. nat likes to show off too.

im off to sleep now.

kiss me!