u know how gum tends to melt in your mouth after chewing it to death? yeah? well i don’t get it. it didn’t used to when i was a child. i could’ve chewed the same gum for one whole day, put in the fridge and chew it some more the next morning and it won’t disintegrate to a floury texture. why am i talking about gum. when i have 100,000,8291,10283 x 78 things to talk about. this is probably metaphor for LOVE.

looking forward to the match.Netherlands vs U r Gay. haha get it. i got it from Rahim who got it from Homer. i am so tired. but i have homework. and i have to bake. i dont know what the world’s gonna do without World Cup. I don’t know how i’m going to spend my nights without it. exsp when im not in the country. To be honest, i get scared sleeping alone in hotels which is why i usually sleep with the tv on. the past few weeks, I’ve been sleeping with World Cup.. i guess it’s back to non-english-foreign-tv-shows after this. Which is really actually better compared to those late night tv shows that are forcing you to go back to the path of Jesus..mcm no thank. im not converting in my sleep.

on the topic of religion, one my chinese friends was helping himself to a plate of chicken pie when another friend told him that it was beef. He had it anyway. This other friend was bemused that my chinese buddhist friend wasn’t bothered by the fact that there could’ve been beef in the pie. hahaha he then continued to say: Wah baru ya! Buddhist 2010!

ROFL.

jadinya kalau yang islam yang minum, berjudi atu apa? I-Islam??? ok. this post is bordering taboo. so im going to stop right heeee. hahahaha.

its yo home boy wight heeee…

everyone’s getting married these days. some almost pregnant. some already pregnant. some waiting to give birth. its crazy. should i be pressured kah? i think i’m feeling the pressure pulang but not as much yet. i don’t think im ready. no im not just saying this..but seriously, right now? at this point of time.. sometimes i can’t even remember where i left my phone.. kan ada baby? baik tah pikir dua kali. krg baby ku ku jadikan telipun, telipun ku ku jadikan baby.

maybe..ask me again in 3 months. right now. im just enjoying my shoes my bags and my all the earrings in this whole wide world. talk about indulging in Selfish.

sama banyak jua sudah bah laki2 penipu krg ani. payah kan cari yang bisai. ada yang bisai..atu..skali lapas atu capi capi tia jua ulah nya.. mcm si Saeed..tapi si Saeed is forgiven..pasal ya handsome.. (*Maya, Maya! nudge nudge*) tapi ya sudah KAWIN. rofl. kan mcm si Saeed ani, padahkannya ya single. hmmph. 10 hari ku pikir ya single. skali doi kawin.

tapi inda papa. aku sanggup jadi numbur 2.

tapi aku eksen. hahaha.

tommorrow’s Wednesday. when i think if Wednesday, i think of Wednesday from Addams Family.

What do you think about Wednesday?

eee..pakan org kan bekenalan dari facebook ani.

bida bah bida. pebaik tah kau pegawai kerajaan. bliak. slalunya org kan bekenalan dari facebook ani PENIPU. hahahaha. banar.jangan kamu. hahahaha. nada bah. come on like seriously, if u think about it? do you want to hook up with losers that stalk you over the internet??

hahahahaaha. rofl. rofl.

anyway..

me: rahim, netherlands verses U r Gay siapa manang?
Rahim: U r Gay lah!

go U r Gay!!

kiss me.

tres tired.

i am swearing off going out for the next month. i am tired. action plan for the next 2 weeks: work, working out & staying home (with a good book). i am turning 25 next month. already? yes. already. i want a ToyWatch. one in white. and one in pink. so that makes two, toywatches. why is it called toywatch when it’s not really a toy?

hmm..

ok time to pack. thank god. after 10 days im finally leaving this place. i cant wait to go home.

kiss me.

working out just gives you that i-am-in-love kinda glow kan?? i loves it. headed down to one of the fitness first for a 45 minute run and an hour session of RPM. i am no longer tired. thank you. on the way back..i conned a taxi driver.

me: jalan raja laut.
taxi driver: *in a thick tamil accent* dari mana?
me: ipoh mali.
taxi driver: cina ka?
me: tidak.
taxi driver: dari mana?
me: dari kerja.
taxi driver: kerja mana?
me: gym.
taxi driver: o itu fitness first sana ka
me: ya.
taxi driver: u kasi train ka
me: tidak. gym manager.
taxi driver : oh. kalau saya sama bini saya mau join, mahal ka?
me: tidak..ada free punya satu minggu..couple package (HAHAHAHAHA nyaman ketawaku dlm kepalaku)
taxi driver: oh ya kah?
me: ya.. sekajap saya ada free pass untuk couple *pretends to rummage through my bag* ALAAA.. TINGGAL DEKAT OFIS.
taxi driver: ya ka. kalau saya sama bini saya pigi sana mau lepak, boleh ka?
me: boleh. tiada hal punya.
taxi driver: boleh free makan minum ka?
me: mana ada makan. itu gym
taxi driver: o ya ka..tapi saya punya kawan ckp ada free makan minum.
me: minum saja. makan tidada.
taxi driver: satu bulan berapa harga join.
me: RM200.
*wife on passenger seat starts to intrude*
taxi driver’s wife: eh bukan RM500 ka?
me: (HAHAHAHAHAHA) tidaaaaaaaa… 500 untuk 2 bulan. 200 satu bulan.
taxi driver & wife: oooo…

hahahahahahahaha buleh ku eksen cari business card ku jua? yatah tu luan kan penipu saja teksi sini ani, AKU lagi menipu.

nyaman ketawaku saja dalam kepala ku hari ani.

bah ngaleh ku. kan buat kaja. lapas atu tidur.

bye.

aku mesti post dalam cakap melayu pasalnya org arab yang emshem ani ada sebalah ku. ya baru tanya macamana ckp selamat pagi dalam ckp melayu..

arab emsem: mcamana ckp selamat pgi?
me: (dalam kepala ku, i love you pulang)
arab emsem; cuba tulis.
me: (kan tulis i love you)
arab emsem: cemana cakap thank you?
me: SIKIT LAGI KU KAN CAKAP I LOVE YOU.

hahahahahaha.
omg.
buleh ku kehenseman berabis kedia ani kah.
baik plang ku tanya macamana cakap I LOVE YOU dalam bahasa dorang…hahahahaha

sakit jiwaku cani ani.

MAYA!!! HELP!!!

ps: mcm dalam ayat2 cinta rasaku.

ive decided to save up for a newyork trip this winter/ australian summer. i plan to visit my sister in warwick? and make my way up to the Big Apple to do some exploring. I’m in trying to figure out how much i have to actually save up for the trip. i know. try 1million dollars. HAHA.

no but serious, accomodation would set me back at least 2k. tickets, if i’m paying for my sister would probably be an easy 4k .. 6k sudah tu. oh shit. inda ku jadi. ke labuan saja ku ujung taun ani. wilayah perseketuan labuanz. haha. no but seriously, i would need at least 6K. that is if i choose not to go shopping, you can’t deny genetics.. so i would need at least 10k for my end of year trip. TEN freakin KAY. its not just an O-KAY. is TEN-KAY. daym son.

my second option is to marry in to a rich arab family. not just any rich arab family..but a rich arab family who only has ONE son. that way, when his parents die……..

…

ok ok… if not like this. 10k. ive got now until december to save up 10k. but holdonseminit. come to think of it 10k is a little bit much????

10k..
inda kali sampai 10k. i need 5k kali saja. 6 at the most. so i have not until december to save up.
5months.

1k a month.

hahahahah WHAT A JOKE.

ok if not like dis..

i will walk to NYC.

kissme.

i finally caught Lagenda Budak Setan..and the verdict:-

IT COULD’VE BEEN AWESOME!

key word: could’ve.

***spoilers ahead*** if you don’t want to read this.. i suggest you go back to facebook/twitter/yahoomail/gmail/hotmail and the like.

The chemistry between the two main characters were there. i couldn’t be bothered remembering their characters’ name so i’m gonna go with Kamil for Farid Kamil (who is mine, btw) and Lisa for Lisa Surihani. so yeah, the chemistry was ridiculously evident that i am now convinced that these two might even be dating off screen..this is none of my business ..so yes. back to the plot.

Kamil played a nutorious college footballer.. this would usually consist of young and stupid boys experimenting with all sorts of drugs and impregnating innocent virgin-used-to-bes in the western world, but in the east, they’ve resorted to labeling boys who spike cans of coca cola with real lizards as THE legend of BUDAK SETAN. whatever. i chose to close a blind eye on this and continued watching…

so ok it was the typical plot of boy meets girl. girl CHANGED boy. girl boy fell ridiculously headoverheels in love, boy had to go off to some ulu place to do some research for a year, girl was forced to marrying an abusive ex lover, boy only found out a year later, girl got in to a car crash..as a result, girl face got majorly burnt.. and girl have resorted to plastic surgery. NOT just any plastic surgery, but girl have chosen to change her whole face that..

jeng jeng jeng..

in the middle of the movie, SHE was literally REPLACED by another ACTRESS. BUDUH kah inda?? LAWA sudah cerita. SIOK sudah movie nya. MENANGIS sudah ulehnya..and then OH SHIT. LISA has been replaced by a NOBODY-ACTRESS..with acting skills that matched Beyonce’s black ass. so fine the heroine, she wanted to get a another face..the director could’ve easily done this..through a HAIR CUT kah? THIcKER LIPSTICK TO GIVE THE APPEARANCE OF THICKER LIPS KAH?? shaving AN eyebrow kah? but replacing Lisa with another person altogether… it was soooo potong steam. soo POTONG steam that i almost went out of the cinema with ONE less toe.

arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. sayang. another EPIC FAIL from the Malay Movie world. piss me off. there i was.. looking forward for the malay industry to finally make a comeback with this movie..the director had toooo frickin..replace Lisa with a LISA BEYONCE BLACK ASS???

sasakku. but i cried at the end anyway. only because Farid Kamil was so hot. so hot that i cried because he was so hot. so hot. sooo majorly fetchingly hot sigh. so hot that i tot i was staring in to the sun the whole time i was in the cinema. hahahaha.

oh and apparently, the end of the movie wasn’t THE END of the movie.. cause there will be a part II..which ive decided to patiently wait for..because farid kamil is hot.

IVE JUST HAD AN faridkamilissohot EPIPHANY. sohot.

in order for malay movies to make a comeback.. the industry should get FARID KAMIL to act in all of their upcoming films!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so ok. im rating the movie a 4 out of 10.

if they didn’t make that stupid move of swapping heroines.. i would have rated it a 7.

BOOOOOOO.

farid kamil i love you. if you’re reading this.

call me.. 8950000.

so hot.

fast forward to 4:32. I love this version of Afghan’s Sadis. Written by Romeo. The same man who sang and wrote one of the (now)evergreen ballad, Bunga Terakhir. Romeo also wrote the song Terima Kasih Cinta that turned Afghan in to a pop sensation. Romeo truly has a knack for heart moving songs.

semoga tuhan membalas semua,
yang terjadi..
kepadaku suatu saat nanti..

hingga kau sadari sesungguhnya
yang kau punya
hanya aku, tempat mu kembali
sebagai cintamu~

im going to spend the next half an hour scouring youtube for more of Afghan’s live performance..and then.. work.

happy sunday everyone.

kiss me.

sucks.

attempted jogging at the hotel gym this morning. it was an epic fail. the buttons on the treadmill were missing, i couldnt play with the settings and had to run on a set program.. and i swear, i had a mini electric shock when i held on to the handles. banar nya pablo. treadmill kah? electric chair kah? tsk. nda ku pandai belari atas TREADMILL YANG RUMPANG ANI. hahaha skali tekaran, lapas atu kurus tarus??? baik plang ku pigang saja hahahahahaha .. skali skali.kurus plang tapi rumpang hahahahahahahah. cali jua aku ani malam malam ah. kalau ada misai lagi cali. baik jua becukur sudah. hhuhuhuhuhuhuhu. ok. stop. sama kirai damit..hahahaha.. ok ok stop. now. really. im serious.

so anyway, maybe its a sign that i should be giving my body a 10-day rest. ive been getting shin splints anyway and my Nike + Sensor has failed me. shit you.

so anyway, i finally got to see Sex and The City. I thought it was good and it didn’t deserve all the rotten tomatoes that its been getting on rottentomatoes.com .. i admit, there were alot of fillers and story line wise it wasn’t as substantive as the first one.. but i enejoyed every moment of it.. it was WORTH the utter-most-front-yang-bagi-juling seat at the cinema!!!!! yes. i sat front seat!!

believe me, if it had sucked i wouldn’t have hesitated to leave and ‘rottentomato’ it from my phone..

it was love!! i loved how they featured the movie, ‘It happened one night’ in to the story line. its only the best love story ever. and Clarke Gable was THE mr BIG of the 1930s!!!!

Next on my list is Lagenda Budak Setan. I’ll probably wait for the dvd. lining up for movie tickets here is a rotten-tomato in itself.

I just realised how a big city like this can get a tad intimidating. exsp after midnight. the taxi drivers are dodgy (just like the misai waxers)..and i’ve just heard about all the taxi-rape cases that’s been happening here recently. Despite not having a Zara a Top Shop a Starbucks and more than ONE mcdonalds back home, i am thankful that i am sheltered from crimes that exist in big cities on a REGULAR basis. this is why i like being an island girl..a kampong girl or WHATEVER u want to call it..u can even call it a SYAMIM and i dont give a shit [haha inside joke] its true that its only after you’ve seen the ugly in another country that you can appreciate you’re own.

so kids, take note
ITS OKAY THAT WE DONT HAVE A STARBUCKS A ZARA, A TOPSHOP or more than ONE mcdonalds. because
safety comes first.

this is where the debate between conservation VS development ends. well at least after midnight…when rapists disguised as taxidrivers come out and play.

i love you Brunei. and i can’t wait to be in your safe arms again.

kiss me.

I finally got my upper lip hair removed. Thank god, cause if i had kept it any longer..an adam’s apple would have emerged from my throat and all i need was a Mexican Sombrero and i can call my self Mr Potato. Aye Caramba!

I’m so knackered. was supposed to meet up with a couple of old friends for dinner, but the weekend jam delayed the bus drive back to the hotel and oh i so can’t be bothered right now. my feet have been taken over by blisters, my eyes black from eyeliner..my hair damp from the humidity.. my head is pounding from whatever i had to sit through during the 8 hr lecture..and i’m just dying to go for a jog on the treadmill. i’ve been feeling rather fatigue lately and i have a feeling its because of the lack of exercise.

So anyway, i made a trip down to one of the dodgier malls on this side of town. just near Masjid Jamek. initially i was there to hunt for a local line..but seeing there were alot of beauty saloons i searched for a place that did threading. when i found NONE i gave in to a chinese lady who did waxing. she owned a small place tucked somewhere in the corners of the dodgy mall and charged me 15 ringgit to get my moustache removed. In the middle of the session a lady in a tight black dress came in and asked Wendy the Waxer if her dress was okay for her to go ‘clubbing’ in. i peeked at the time and saw that it was only 7pm. macam eh awal jua ready bini bini ani? Wendy, slightly annoyed by her presence said it was okay. Curious, i asked her where she was going. she told me it was some place nearby.

The only clubs that ive seen around this area are either karaoke bars or some dingy dangdut places where im assuming all the uncles (who have left their wives and children behind) go to. She then started telling me that she was going with her boyfriend. a chinese man. and that she had another boyfriend who is currently on a business trip to indonesia..she then continued to say ‘ah takpe, memang ok punya..dia pun tau kitaorang kawan jerrrr’

…

that was when alarm bells started ringing in my head.. TAMPAT PELACUR BECUKUR MISAI KAH AKU ANI????????? i immiediately started noticing my surroundings.. Wendy, was wearing a tight lace bodice.. that showed off a little bit of cleavage..and the blue eyeshadow she had on suddenly appeared..well.. a lil bit too suggestive. !!!!! i got out of there as soon as she was done plucking what was left of my furry frown.

on the walk home..i was like..eh behapa tah ku becukur disana? i kudve gone to KLCC , Pavillion or something. i guess i was THAT desperate to get rid of my lip hair. baik jua becukur misai ganya. never again eh.

now. if only i have a book to read. urgh. im so lonely. i wished my sisters were here.

boo. hmm.. ok. what else what else.

nada

kiss me.

i was talking to my cousin Kutir earlier about the labour standards here. turns out that it is pretty shit. to the point that you might have to STEAL to get by.

Kutir: GILA JUA TU TI, DEGREE GRADUATE RM$1500 GANYA GAJINYA.
ME: *ANGGUK ANGGUK* *giling giling* *tsk tsk*
Kutir: AWU WAH, makan sudah berapa? siwa sudah berapa??? transport sudah berapa??
me: angguk angguk..giling giling..
kutir: inda jua cukup tu, apa tah inda jua drg ani ada yang mencuri…
me: awu..
kutir: awu wah.. ah gila mahal kali ah sini ani mun ganya harapkan RM$1500 gaji!!! apa inda jua drg ani mencuri..
me: BUAT PULANG BROWNIE!!! KAU ganya mencuri kali. hahahahahahahahaha. ada jua org lain gajinya sedikit inda mencuri. lol. jadinya gaji sikit, mencuri lah? hahahahaahahah PENCURI rupanya kau ani tir. hahahaha.

hahahahahahaha..inda semistinya eh. but yeah i understand where she was getting. RM$1500 isn’t much. exsp for a graduate student..oh well. that’s just how they do things here. i am thankful for my more comfortable surroundings.
walaupun hotel ani ada cockroach.

kiss me.