Reunion of the 'Zoo'...

Hello there! It's a Saturday...and yes, I went to school today. Wore that light orange (though my mum says it's light pink!) baju kurung. Felt so awkward wearing that as the kain was so long...and the fact I was wearing a petticoat inside made things worse...The damn baju kurung was damn transparent. So had to wear extra layers to cover up my modesty. Saw my beloved friends: Swarna, Priya, Jho, Sally, Jerry, Manpreet, Bachan, TJ, Ee Sheng, Shanti,Preveena, and Bavani. Swarna asked me what happened to my highlights. I told her my mum put very little only. Then after the performances, we had a photo session (minus Jerry cos she had to leave for Penang). Priya and Bavani were their usual conceited ways...combing their hair before every photo shoot. Then, we went for a drive in Manpreet's car. She took us to Esso. Not bad-lah...but pity Shanti though. She had to sit on Bavani's lap...I guess that's what you get for being such a petite person. Unlike me. I'm think I'm getting fatter by the minute.Then me and Priya stayed back since we had to wait for our parents since they were in the PIBG meeting. We took photos (actually I took photos for her). Then she took me for a drive (even she can drive!). She told me that I was the first friend to get a feel of the way she drives (I feel so honoured!). She tried to ram into Cik Jun (wished she did, by the way!). Then when she was going to park the car to its original spot, the rammed in to the fence surrounding the Tamil School. Idiot. Note: Don't get in the car when Priya is driving. Totally UNSAFE, DANGEROUS & MANIC! Then, I accidentally dropped Priya's Sony Cybershot digicam. I felt like hanging myself for that. It had a scratch on it. Priya if you're reading this, I would like to tell you how sorry I am...I really didn't do it intentionally! Then we had lunch in school...the food was hopeless, by the way! My mum had to make that remark about my outfit and my school wall colour. She said it was alike. My outfit was light orange, not PINK!!! Oh well, it's pointless to argue with her. Then came home and slept like a log. From 3.30 p.m. until 6.15 p.m., I heard Kavenesh calling me and asking me to play badminton with him. Since I was asleep, my brother played with him. Sorry Kavenesh...I was so sleepy.

5 Anggerik 2004 girls, listen up! There will be a reunion on the 8th of May, 2005. Where? I don't know any further details. For further enquiries, please contact Jhoshna. If I know anything, I will keep you guys updated and posted. Word has it, that it will involve some pizza. Hopefully nothing like the dugout incident involving the MU and Arsenal players. Dear Lord, save me!

I seriously want to murder Cik June. I mean it. To my ex-classmates or any friends who are still in school, please don't tell her this or even hate me for it, but if I murder her, I'd probably end up in jail and she won't be there for our reunion. Oh...the word 'WHAT IF...?' sparks a million controversies! True? Tell me bout it!

I also found out that I got to go to Setapak High School to do Form 6. Me, going? No, not in a longshot! My other friends will only know the results of Form 6 on the 5th of May, 2005. See how privileged I am to know bout the Form 6 issue? Muahaha!

Anyway I have to go...more updates on the stupidity issue and the issue on why I want to murder Cik June later. Toodles for now.

*Ann: Fly like a butterfly, and hypnotise the whole world with your grace, charm, beauty, poise, and free-spiritedness!*

I believe in a thing called love because love is only a feeling!

It's like that-lah...

*I don't wanna be anything other than me...* -Gavin deGraw-

I think my mum and a particular relative of mine think I'm stupid.

Don't really know why...a lot of reasons lead to that conclusion. I can't really list down all right now because I'm so tired and sleepy, so most probably I'll write in on that one tomorrow.

Later...for now, toodles!

Mystified Creature...

Hello...just forgot to mention that Chelsea is playing Liverpool later on in the morning for the 1st leg of the semifinals of the Champions League...outcomes or predictions anyone? You know where to find me, right? Bye...

*Hypnotic Butterfly Spirit*...bids farewell and says:

*Let there be you
Let there be me
Let there be oysters
Under the sea

Let there be wind
An occasional rain
Chilli con carne
Sparkling champagne

Let there be birds
To sing in the trees
Someone to bless me
Whenever I sneeze

Let there be cuckoos
A lark and a dove
But first of all please
Let there be love

Mmm mmm love
Mmm mmm love

Let there be love*

Oh..the agonies and headaches of being a girl!

Miera, read this please! I seriously think I shouldn't have been born a girl. I seem to have this big issue on *what to wear when?*. And the way a girl SHOULD behave. You see, in my family, I have to follow a certain rule. You go to a government office, you wear baju kurung/kebaya. You have a function to attend (say some awards ceremony or even weddings), you have to wear baju kurung/kebaya. I mean it. Even if it isn't a Malay wedding, I have to wear a baju kurung/kebaya. I'm sure my other friends don't have to go through this. Boys have it easy. They can go to some function just wearing jeans and not get scrutinised doing it. Girls (especially me!) have to suffer with the torments parents put us through. Like me, I have my dad to tell me 'You should have worn that baju kurung...why you picked this one?'. Don't get me wrong. This is the common scenario: Once I've finished dressing up, which is about after an hour, I pick some baju kurung/kebaya and try it on. Then I ask my dad his opinions. He'll say it's fine. Once we get in the car, and he drives out, he says, 'Why did you pick this one? The other one was better!'. Argh! Not only that, my parents are also stressing out the importance of me cooking, sewing, washing clothes, and the long list of chores that most women do. I used to be a complete tomboy when I was younger. I'd play with my Ultraman toys, loved dinosaurs, and beat people around. I'd wear jeans or pants. I refused to wear dresses or skirts. I'd only wear them after my dad FORCED me to put it on. Everytime that we went shopping, my dad used to pick out dresses and he'd ask me what I thought of it. To say 'I like it' was like me lying to him. To say 'I don't like it' was like me hurting his feelings. So I'll pick the former. But ever since I went to secondary school, I became slightly girlish. I started wearing skirts and stop beating people up. I remember before my tuition class would start, my tuiton master's son who was about 5 years old, he'd ask me to play with his dinosaur toys and his incredulous collections of toys. I was thinking 'Why does he play with all these toys with me? I'm a girl...I've stopped playing with these things!'. Maybe I'm wrong. I still have my Lion King collection and some of my dinosaur toys lying around somewhere in my house. Sad to throw it away...it evokes great memories when I have it in my hands.

Right now I'm thinking of what to wear for Saturday...my dad has already told me to wear a baju kurung. Which one? I have absolutely no clue.

Best thing about being a girl...would probably be the fact I have beautiful jewellery! Haha...I am vain!

Changed a few things in here...got a tag board, changed the layout, the blog title and the description. Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same...Hope you like it anyway!

Toodles!

PHONE CALL THAT STUNNED ME AND LEFT ME STAMMERING!

I don't really know what my feelings are exactly at this point of time. It's all jumbled up. I feel shocked, I feel bored, I feel blur (like that's something new!), and I feel fine. FINE: Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional. Yes, that fine. Not fine 'fine'. I really feel blur, shocked and happy a minute ago. I got a phone call from my ex-Add Maths teacher this morning at about 10.30 a.m... Just as she was about to say something, the line got disconnected. It wasn't enough I just woke up and I was just having my breakfast (dear Allah, I have sinned far too much, I was supposed to fast today, but fearing a visit from 'my aunt Polly', I decided not fast today! Forgive me!). I was very puzzled (that's how I am when I wake up in the morning, I sound like I have a stuffy nose and tend to blurt out things unintentionally!). I thought she called regarding my appeal for my results (since she was the S/U Peperiksaan of my school). Then she called again, and she told me her battery was low earlier on when she called. She then told me something I was actually anticipating for quite some time but it got dashed just like that somewhere 2 weeks ago. She told me that I had to come to school for the Prize-Giving Ceremony on Saturday since I had the highest marks for English during the trials! I had to be in school before 8 a.m. and see her. Just as I put the receiver down, I was like 'Huh??? I have no clue what’s happening now?'. I mean, two weeks ago, when my dad enquired with Puan Maznah about this, she said that it was based on the real SPM results, not on the trials, and therefore it will be given to Priya. And I left it at that. And then this morning she just called me and said I'm getting this? I'm in total shock. Right now, I have to pick something decent so that I won't be called a slut by some certain people (you know who you are, if you're reading this!). And my mum is saying I'm vain. I can't help it if I'm vain...I'm a girl. It's natural. Right now I'm actually BANNED from using the Internet in the mornings. I'm supposed to be online at night! It's bad enough my dad makes calls in the morning, he makes them at night as well. In fact at very odd hours (the time I'd like to go online!). So I tried loading some CD games on the PC. And my mum scolds me for doing that. I mean, what am I supposed to do? I can't use the Internet in the morning, can't load games to play them, and I'm supposed to play Freecell which I'm SO GOOD at (starting to get the hang of it!)? NO WAY! That's why I'm bored. Anyway, my dad was filling out some forms, and there was this question about their wedding date. So, he asked my mum and she said 31.12.1979...but then he said *How can that be?*. Then I said *Then what? 31.12.1980? Then how can abang come out 5 months later? Unles you did it before you got married! Hah!*...Then my mum was like *Haha...ya! Express baby!*. I started laughing because my dad didn't get my drift...so I said it again and he said *Yes, yes, forgot we got married in 1979!*...sorry pa...didn't mean to sound so rude...and laugh at you. Anyway got to run now...

TOODLES!

*Ann, the hypnotic butterfly spirit bids farewell and says let there be love...not war!*

Pink, Orange and Brown...great colour combination?

As I told you earlier, I went to school today. That woman told me that I should've called her before I came(like, what I need to make an appointment to see her?) and she told me she'll give it to me on the 30th of April. That's when the Prize Giving Ceremony and the Annual PTA meeting is. I can't go there acting like it's my school(it was, but now no more)! So I told her to pass it to my father on that day since he'll be going(he's the auditor of the PTA). So irritating. Come and say how irresponsible I am and then make me come another day. Argh! I would have shot her. Seriously. That certificate has been with her since May last year. She has been keeping that thing for almost a year already! I was rather shocked until I couldn't speak for almost a minute when I saw the colour of the school! The walls are pink, the pillars are orange, and the classroom doors are brown. How hideous is that? Good thing I am no longer studying there. I would have probably been saying *PINK!!!* everyday. I pity those kids that are actually still going to school. God give them the strength to continue the journey(I'm sounding as though they're preparing for some war that they will never possibly win or something!). Met Thilaga just now and watch the drama team perform. But then I quite get to see the ending because by then my dad finished his meeting with the treasurer of the PTA. So I had to go back. The drama preliminaries are on tomorrow in the school hall. Hope the girls will excel this year and hopefully emulate last year's drama performance. This year's drama is as good as last year's one. Hope they qualify for the finals which will also be held in our school somewhere in May. Good luck girls! As soon as we came home, my mum reminded me bout the fact that my dad promised to buy ice cream for us. So I opened the door and said *You ah, kata mau beli ice cream, tapi tak beli pun, you tipu I ah!* very softly...but somehow my dad heard it and said *Aiyah...you should have told me earlier right?*...then he bought us ice cream. What happened next? Dive in-lah! Maybe this Friday I'll go to KLCC and buy my parents ice cream. My dad actually 'lanyak' the whole PRINGLES tin. Hunger pangs. I suffer from that too.

Anyway...hoping to hear from Stella and Miera soon. And yes, I am learning something new. How to cross-stitch. Don't give that dirty look, Lysa! My mum is always quoting this: USELESS daughter finally becomes USEFUL! True I guess.

Got to run...goodbye...

*I won't dance...merci beaucoup!*

*Ann says let there be love, not war*

*Butterfly spirit*

MU won, by the way...

Just a short note to say MU won over Newcastle United...so it all boils down to the match between Spurs and Arsenal. Hoping for Spurs to screw Arsenal (go Robbie Keane!), and the title belongs virtually to Chelsea! And this will a big boost for our beloved skipper, John Terry who won the PFA Player of the Year 2005, ahead of his team mate, Frank Lampard. Just appalled to hear Wayne Rooney has been lauded the PFA Young Player of the Year 2005 award! What about Jermaine Defoe from Tottenham Hotspurs? He's WAY better than Rooney. Scored more goals than Rooney and he's hardly a trouble causer like that Wayne Rooney. What a twisted world I live in! Hope that Jermaine and Frank win next year. Supposed to go to school later on...I'll tell you how that went later in the night. Love you all so much...bye!

To my dearest Lysa, Lilee, and Miera...

This post is dedicated to my beloved close friends, who so happen to be F1 freaks. Like me.

Lysa:
An absolute Kimi Raikkonen fan. Lysa, I'm so sad to know that he didn't finish the race due to technical problems after leading the race on pole position. Sadly...but look on the bright side, honey. Alex Wurz drove and scored 5 points for team West Mclaren Mercedes team. But he isn't as thrilling to watch as de la Rosa (I love the way that name lingers on my lips!). In other words, he is a real 'sombery' (correct my pretty-much-alright-but-there's-still-room- for-improvement-and-it-might-sound-terribly-wrong Tamil, but I think it means lazy person!). But kudos anyway for finishing the race and scoring points to Alex Wurz. Oh yes, I hope Raikkonen will be back for the Spanish GP.

Della/Lilee/Chel:
Was a fan of our first Malaysian F1 driver, Alex Yoong (still is, from what I last heard!). She is the one among us that completely adheres to this motto/saying: 'MALAYSIA BOLEH!'. Haha...but since she has to support SOMEONE, she picked Fernando Alonso. Yes, that fella with thick eyebrows. He's the current leader of the World Championship title. He won the San Marino GP from Michael Schumacher by only a whisker! Kudos to him...long live Renault & Alonso!

Della, guess what my dad said about Alex Yoong? He said that he doesn't deserve to drive, he drove for only one season and he's doing the commentary show for Malaysian TV and talks like he's a big time pro, and he has never scored a point in his one season stint, always finishing last, and Minardi has ALWAYS scored points.
I told him that he was driving for a pretty under bugdeted team named MINARDI. And that Mark Webber was the only driver that scored for MINARDI in his first race in 2002 in the Melbourne GP when he finished fifth and scored two points for Minardi when only 7 drivers finished the race (Alex was 7th though!). Other than that, Minardi hasn't scored any points. Maybe he should be given a drive in any car. Maybe Sauber-Petronas. Or even Jordan. At some point of watching today's race, my dad said it actually boils down to the car, not the driver. I agreed and thought of Jacques Villeneuve. He won the World Championship in 1997. But now he hasn't quite lived up to that billing (but, he scored 3 points today anyway). And I told my dad the same thing about Alex Yoong. Had he been given the chance to drive in a different car from Minardi, let's say Toyota or Jordan, he might be doing well. I mean, people are saying Narain Karthikeyan is the next big thing. But he hasn't scored any points and always ends up somewhere in the bottom. Not that I have something against him or what, it's just the truth! Basically, in short, Narain is India's equivalent to our Alex Yoong. Narain fans reading this, please don't hate me! All I'm saying is give Alex a chance to prove his worth and if he performs terribly, then hell yeah, no more for him. But if he does well, then at least we have something to be proud of. Haha, ain't that right, Chel? See how much I stick up for you...and I wrote a longer paragraph for you compared to Lysa(sorry, Lysa!). You owe me an ice cream!

Miera:
Don't know what or who to write about since of your favourite driver, Juan Pablo Montoya isn't driving due to injury. So I will just grumble on about Felipe Massa not scoring points. I'll kill Coulthard for that! I mean, he qualified in 8th spot and finishes 12th! How frustrating is that for Massa? But, seriously I hope luck will be on his side in another two weeks time in Barcelona for the Spanish GP in the Catalunya circuit. God Bless that man. Oh yeah, Happy 24th Birthday to you, Felipe Massa! And yes, hoping and reeling that Montoya will be back for the next race too, Miera. Want to share with you some football news with you, babe. Norwich beat Charlton...wish that they'll stay in the Premiership with Crystal Palace (love that Aki Riihilahti and Andy Johnson!). Crystal Palace beat Liverpool 1-0. Shocked and glad at the same time. I'm deeply upset for Chel and Jenny but this will be a big boost for Chelsea of chances of a win in the semifinals of the Champions League. Forza Chelsea! Sorry girls...but Miera and I are rooting for Chelsea.


Kelly is the new Apprentice...as expected. I'm seriously getting mad living at home. I think I agree with Maria of *The Sound of Music* fame. Honesty is a terrible thing. Everything that's being shown or blurted out on TV, you'll always hear comments from me (that is if you happen to be in the Hanafiah household by chance or something else). Like today, I heard that they had a drill to evacuate residents of an apartment in Peel Road. And this guy just said that during an earthquake, if the tremors are felt for more than 5 or 6 seconds, residents of high-rised buildings should wait until the tremors are no longer felt, and then come out of their houses. And I just asked myself, *They ask the residents to stay in the building until the tremors stop. What if the tremors last for more than 5 or 6 seconds? The residents will probably be buried alive under a rubble waiting for the tremors to stop!* Can you imagine how stupid that is? And somewhere last week, I heard that Anna Nicole Smith is coming up with her own column, claiming that she doesn't know how to spell or write...really? How can you come up with a column if you can't do any of those?

I think honesty is a bad thing. And I think WAY too much. I think I ought to be shot for that. No, wait. I need to be praised and paid for actually THINKING since school has already finished. Wait, do people get paid for thinking? I guess not. There's a first for everything. Would like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my late close friends Azura and Aziza who died of brain cancer and Thalassaemia respectively, on the 12th of January 2001. You two may be gone, but memories shared will always remain in our hearts, forever and for always. Muax!

Goodnight, Au Revoir and Paciba.

Spread the love...

Ann, the beautiful butterfly spirit flies away to the moon, will she ever come back?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Only she knows for sure...

Just wondering...?

I'm wondering...since Manchester United and Newcastle United are playing tomorrow night, which team will win? I'm just wondering...I mean since both of these teams lost to Norwich City(Proton-sponsored team, for once I'm proud to be a Malaysian!)...So I'm just thinking which team is worse? The RED DEVILS or the MAGPIES? Who will win? My dad reckons it's Manchester United, but I'm rooting for Newcastle to score an upset. Let me know what you guys think...

Sad news...de la Rosa is not racing at the San Marino GP. Instead, they're sending Alex Wurz. Seeing de la Rosa driving in Bahrain, I'd strongly suggest the WEST McLAREN MERCEDES team, to put him in the driver's seat. Hope Raikkonen or Wurz and of course my beloved Brazilian driver, Felipe Massa to score points. Especially Massa because his birthday is on Monday, 25.04.2005! Hope you celebrate your birthday in style by scoring some points and if possible, be on the podium.

Bye now.

*ANN the footballer by day and master criminal by night says good night, and spread the love!*

Madness happens everyday...

Hello, hello, hello...sorry I haven't been updating for quite some time...I wrote one but it went missing...*cries*! And yeah, I have been keeping myself occupied. By playing FOOTBALL! Yee-ha! I play it with the boys around my area...on the road...but since we play it in the evenings, not much cars go around there(we play at the end of the road...not much disturbances!). I play quite well, probably not as good as Jessy in *Bend It Like Beckham*...but Kavenesh told me 'You play football-lah, then you can be like that girl in Bend It Like Beckham!'...words of encouragement. But yesterday when I was playing, this Chinese boy was there too, since we were using his ball and I WAS A GIRL, he decided to play rough with me. By kicking the ball harder and making some cynical smile on his face. Just because I'm a girl, that doesn't mean I can't kick balls! When we say we love this team/player, they say that *These girls don't know anything want to talk like big football pros! Like this player because they're handsome, not because of their skill!*...but they idolise people like Wayne Rooney, Cristiano Ronaldo, or even Adrian Mutu. They think like they were the only ones born to dribble and score goals. What about Mia Hamm and Birgit Prinz? They are professional footballers. Boys think they know football and us girls know how to play 'masak-masak' or even play with dolls. Crap! We girls ROCK! BOYS ARE STUPID, LET'S THROW ROCKS AT THEM! (Thanx to Malvyn for this bit, I'm inspired by you! GIRLS ROCK!). Even my dad's friend they hardly ever underestimate me for my passion of football. They in fact talk to me bout it. Even one of my tuition teachers, Mr. Raj, he was talking to the boys bout Rooney going to Manchester United, the boys were like so happy he's there. And the sir said 'MU have a lot of hot tempered players...Smith, Neville...' and I added Roy Keane. He was looking at me as though I was a bimbo who worshipped footballers who have great bodies, not for their skills. And a few days later, he asked what team I supported and told me you know quite a lot bout football. I told him each of my family members support different EPL teams...mum-Man U, dad-Arsenal, brother- Liverpool, and me- Chelsea. One guy behind just snorted when he heard me saying I supported Chelsea. I told him off 'I hate MU fans. A lot of them are really thick headed and arrogant!'. He didn't say anything. And when we were talking bout football one day, one girl just butted in and said 'I know football and I support MU!' but when Mr. Raj asked her bout who Sir Alex Ferguson was, she bluntly replied 'Is he an Arsenal player?'...and he complimented me saying that I was very different from most girls. Thank you, Mr. Raj!

I realised something though, my dad didn't mind me playing with them, but he got angry with me for playing barefooted. I hated wearing those slippers that were too big for my feet(though it was my size-8)and the fact that they ere my dad's slippers(someone please buy me a decent pair of slippers because I can't afford one!). I think I kick better barefooted. In the end yesterday I played with my shoes(though on Monday I was playing barefooted!). And I hate wearing my long pants playing football...SHORTS RULES!

I couldn't sleep at all...the whole night...I went to bed at 12.45 a.m. and eventually fell asleep at 3.15 a.m.! I couldn't sleep on my bed...I was scratching like a dog! So in the end I had to sleep in the computer room. First I tried sleeping with my head on the table. It didn't work. So I took the three chairs in the room and arranged them in a straight line and slept on that. I took my night light and turned the fan on. This morning my mum came into the room to hang the clothes on the balcony, and she saw me sleeping here. She was like 'What the hell you doing here? It's a good thing your dad doesn't know bout it.'. Finally woke up at 10 a.m....so tired. And we're supposed to go out now. Anyway, toodles for now! See you...

And of course...this is for Jay: *BOYS ARE STUPID...THROW ROCKS AT THEM!*, *GIRLS ROCK!* and *I KICK BALLS BETTER THAN I KICK BOYS!*

So, watch it!

Anwar Robinson's gone. I HATE SCOTT SAVOL! He reminds me of Rik Waller of Pop Idol fame! He can't sing...I mean, he can sing...but he sings without feelings. Unlike Anwar Robinson. I have officially denounced American Idol. Nothing left for me to watch. Seriously, if you want me to pick, I'd say I'd go for Carrie or Bo...but Constantine is the dark horse. Somehow, this time around I think Americans are racists. I mean, don't talk about last 2 seasons, this season is different. I guess Americans realise that Afro-Americans sing better. Sorry, but there goes my brutally honest mouth again. How Scott Savol is still there, remains a mystery. It reminds me of our Malaysian Idol. I found out that a lot of people bought RM50 worth of prepaid card to spend it by voting for Saiful. Saiful has no talent compared to Zamil, Nikki or even Rydee for that matter! Oh well, Malaysians and Americans are deaf. They only go for the looks, not the talent. PLEASE: VOTE WISELY!

TOODLES FROM *ANN THE WICKED BUTTERFLY SPIRIT AND FOOTBALLER!*

Right girl, wrong time?

I really have to hand it to you, Miera...I had a good listen to that song from Daz...RIGHT GIRL WRONG TIME. That's such a good track. I actually cried. I'm a real softie, I know. I can't help it. That's me. It did remind me slightly of something that I've gone through in my life. Really loved this song but I can't sing like him...he's got this husky voice that's so hard to imitate. Anyway that's the lyrics down below. Enjoy.

You're next to me, you're so at ease
Never thought I felt so deep
Everything's right, everything's wrong
Nothing I do can change this song
You know what really gets me about you
Is how you kiss my eyes awake
Love how you give, love how you take
Love you for all the things you hate
When I'm with you I like who I am
I wanna be a better man
You know what really gets me about you
Is how do I face you when I leave

I gotta look but not touch
I want you so much
I feel so torn apart
I wish I could fall in to you
Make love to you
I know that I could love you all my life
But you can't be mine
Right girl wrong time

Everything's right, everything's wrong
Nothing I do can change this song
You're next to me, you're so at ease
I never thought I'd feel so awake
How do I say I can't be with you
Can't stop this roller coaster ride

I gotta look but not touch
I want you so much
I feel so torn apart
I wish I could fall in to you
Make love to you
I know that I could love you all my life
But you can't be mine
Right girl wrong time

I gotta look but not touch
I want you so much
I feel so torn apart
I wish I could fall in to you
Make love to you
I know that I could love you all my life
But you can’t be mine oh no, right girl wrong time
You can't be mine
You're my right girl at the wrong time
Right girl wrong time
Right girl wrong time

Miera said to me one day "Ann, you have got to listen to this one. Massive one coming at you. Really good one. Take a listen to it." Being the sceptical person I was born to be, I didn't listen to her as usual(ok, you'll get the privilege of spanking me once you get back here, Miera!). But somehow the curious side of me emerged out of nowhere and told me "Go listen to it" and I did, eventually. I realised it was such a beautiful tune. A guy finds the perfect girl for himself but then says that she's the right girl at the wrong time...wondering if a certain someone thought of this situation though? I still miss that someone though ='(...

I went to Nadia's 17th birthday party on Sunday. It looked very awkward that I was the only friend that went. I mean the rest were all her cousins, uncles, aunts, and the likes. Technically, Irane saved me from blushes. At least I didn't look so lost. We were talking bout school and all. Then I played with the cats. So adorable. Then came home and watched The Apprentice. Sandy's out? Bummer! Now it's down to Kelly and Jen. Who will be the next apprentice? Wait for this Sunday...then we'll know. Anyhow, I really want to take this opportunity to thank the person who helped me but couldn't help herself when she was in trouble. You know what's best for you. Wish you peace and happiness in whatever you do. But as for me, I'll do things MY WAY!

I learnt how to let go of things through Sumi akka(chocoholic saint). I learnt how to hate someone so much from Chel(Lilee). I learnt how to be a prim and proper lady through Lyss(anak Sabah/anak Merdeka/anak Malaysia). And finally, I learnt how to stop dwelling on things that could have been or things that should have been and concentrate on things that will be from Dazz(Miera).

I learnt how to love me for who I am, what I am, and where I am...through me, myself and I. And to my one and only Sree, thanks for being the person you already are. You're the best friend any girl can ever have. You maybe corrupted(by me, if not someone else I hope), but you still are the diamond among jewels. Love you all to the max.

Gotta go now. Love you all.

Adios, Auf Wiedersehen, Au Revoir.

Je'taime. Love is a many splendoured thing. Go spread the love.

*Ann is off now!*

Sexy, naughty, bitchy me!

I don't know why exactly I'm getting grumpier by the day. It seems like everyone is trying to irritate me someway or the other. I guess that's what you get from being a bum who does completely nothing (not quite completely exactly) at home. Sax is constantly irritating me. He keeps saying I'm ugly, fat and idiotic. I don't know why he's so cocky, self-conceited and arrogant sometimes. It’s a good thing I've got a good support system in the form of my beloved closest friends (you 'ciku heads' know who you are!) and the people that mean a lot to me, ranging from my family members to my best friends. Otherwise I'd probably have a nervous breakdown. Today, he told me that if I had actually showed some concern in my studies, I wouldn't be actually learning in that dump I call school. And me, being quite myself, I changed the subject. And he got mad because I didn't listen to him. I don't need people telling me what skill or aspect I lack in. I don't need them to tell me that, because I know what I lack. Let me tell you what I lack. I don't want you to tell me what I lack.

I lack the brains.
I lack the beauty.
I lack the brawns.
I lack the height.
I lack the long-attention span.
I lack the grace of a young woman.
I lack the logic of reasoning.
I lack the ability to cook.
I lack the ability to tell the truth when it comes to saving my own skin.
I lack the idealness of what every man wants in a wife.
I lack the skills of remembering important facts that might save my life.
I lack the girlish behaviour like playing with dolls.
I lack the maturity of my age.
I lack the ability to accept criticisms.
I lack the ability to control my temper.
I lack the ability to keep quiet when it matters.
I lack the ability to listen other people's point of view.
I lack the power of judging people's behaviour.
I lack the ability of saying 'NO' to people.
I lack the power of not being easily swayed or persuaded by people.
I lack the skills of a proper housewife.
I lack the ability to think rationally.
I lack the power of controlling my stubbornness.
I lack the power of changing my stupidity.
I lack the power of controlling my hunger pangs.
I lack the power of making my life less robotic.
I lack the power of expressing myself better.
I lack the poise and style of a supermodel.
I lack the ability of controlling my clumsiness.
I lack the power of being ordinary.

Yes. That's what I lack. Do you agree with me? Let me know someway or the other. Here's to all those who think they know what I lack, listen here. I have news for you: You don't know what I lack and you won't know what I lack either! Screw you damn fools! Oh, before I forget, he also said that no one loves me. Like they love him so much! I guess I am pretty much the scorned one here. I don't give a damn if people don't love me. I don't care if God hates me. He can hate me if He wants to. I am content and happy with just what I have with me. Screw you damn fools again!

I'm very sorry to all my blog readers that are reading this post. I know, I sound pretty much bitchy for the past two days. It's just that I feel pretty bummed out for the past few days. Not to worry, though. I will get out of this slump and get back on my feet again. I swear I will not let anything get in my way of getting what I want and desire. Not even Sax will. I promise you that. Anyhow, I guess I better get going. I am slightly bored and I am missing American Idol at the moment. So, to all you lovely people out there, goodnight.

*Paciba, Buenos Noches, and Au Revoir*

*Ann the beautiful butterfly spirit has left the building*

I finally had the haircut of my dreams...

Hey there! Yes, I had my haircut today. Yippee! Practically bugged the hell out of my mum to bring me to the hair salon, not realising how tired and bummed out she felt the whole day. Ma, I'm very selfish, I know. Can you please forgive me for my selfishness and my stubbornness? But anyway, my haircut looks fine. The only weird thing is that the right side of my hair looks kinda weird though. Slightly. Not so much. Anyway, I went to Sunway Medical Centre to visit my cousin(Kakak Greeja) who was admitted there for a chest infection. If it were any worse, it could've been pneumonia. But she looks okay, but she needs to stay there at the most for another 48 hours. Raviena called her on her handphone. When my dad spoke to her, she asked her mum whether I was there. So I spoke to her and told her not to worry so much about her mum and told her to sleep. She told me she's making 'kiribath' with her dad. So sweet. I told Miera that if I didn't get my haircut, I'd probably cut Charlie's hair. Charlie is an idiot(smaller one if compared to Jay!). He thought that Miera and I were a 'couple' since we used to sleep together. We're mates. We do things together. But we're most definitely not lesbians! Ever since that day he told me that and I actually yelled at him(not face to face though), he's been really apologetic and really nice to me. Miera, seriously, CHARLIE IS FREAKING ME OUT! He was a dear to actually tell me that my haircut didn't look as bad as my IC photo. Don't even go there! *He* sent me two messages...one asking me to meet him, if not he will die(don't try to be Devdas ok?)and another asking me to pass anything to my sis so that she can pass it to his sister. Complicated? Tell me bout it. I actually thought about him, when I was coming home from the hospital. When we passed by his former school, and when we stopped by at the ESSO station near Jalan Haji Salleh. Haha, the thought of him filling up petrol for the car makes me laugh. Nothing personal, it's just my perangai. I like laughing at things that's pretty much funny by my standards. Ann, note to self: Remember ESSO petrol station, pump number 10(just found out this fact today!). Haha. I fell off again, Miera. Right now, I'm feeling very hungry. Just had M & M's. Yum. Anyway, goodnight my precious angels. Ann is going to turn in to sleep. Merci beacoup. Au revoir. Paciba.

P/S: Jay, Bayern may have won the battle, but they lost the war! Chelsea are thru to the semifinals! Miera, rejoice!

Je'taime! Always remember that. I love you.

*Ann the robot is wishing everyone HAPPY NEW YEAR to all celebrating. To all my Hindu friends, Happy Tamil New Year! To all my Punjabi friends, Happy Vasakhi. And lastly(save the best for the last), to my Sinhalese community, Happy Sinhalese New Year...SUBHA ALLUTH AVRUDDAK VEVA!*

*Ann is going to sleep...Goodnight!*

*Liverpool playing Juventus later on...Liverpool to win and meet Chelsea in the semis. Jen...let me know what you think of this match. Bye!

Bored...no, scratch that! Bored and sleepy...

First and foremost, I really don't know what to write. Kind of clueless really. So I will probably write on things that are happening and things that will happen soon. I will cut my hair most definitely today if nothing goes wrong, if not, tomorrow. After all, I have to look nice for the engagement and also for the Sinhalese New Year coming on the 14th of April. Look at what I listed first? The engagement! That's only happening on the 16th(Saturday)! Sorry, I don't do things chronologically. That's probably why most of the things I do don't seem to be in the perfect order. Speaking of the New Year, I really don't have proper clothes to wear(you know what this means: Shopping!) for the usual get together dinner(if there were any, which I'm certainly not aware of). Probably wear that sleeveless tee I wore on 01.01.2005? Nah, these people will comment on my dressing. Or that red criss-cross top? Nah, I'd probably be buried six feet under if I go outside of my house wearing that! Well then, I think I'll settle for that black bootleg trousers I bought from San Francisco. Yeah, that trousers with the tie as the belt. I'd probably wear that tie with the red shirt(can't seem to got enough of that shirt, somehow). It depends on what I feel like wearing, I guess.

I don't know why early that Monday morning (at about 1.45 a.m. I think? Wasn't wearing the digital watch, so I can't really tell the exact time frame!), I had a thought of my two late aunts. Auntie Latha and Auntie Ya. I really didn't know why I just thought about them. And I was really thinking...why didn't I cry at my Auntie Latha's funeral(whom I loved dearly, she was the equivalent of my Mak Ngah) but I cried at my Auntie Ya's funeral(I didn't like her, since she bullied my Auntie Latha to the max. She bullied me too, she asked me to sieve the rice using the nyiru when I was like five or six. How cruel was that? No, wait...I think if my Auntie Latha didn't stop me from doing it, I probably wouldn't be that USELESS in the house. Oh well, considering it's me, I guess I won't change at all! God knows best!). It's just me thinking to much. I hate it when I'm that analytical. I even thought about what she(Auntie Ya) told her maid about me, somewhere five months before she passed away. She told this in BM(face it, no one in my dad's side of the family speak that good Malay, my dad is somehow, picking up. He used the word 'sandiwara' when he was telling the KTM guy off! Wow, even I don't use that word when I'm on the phone!): "Su, ini saya punya adik punya anak. Namanya Rowena. Dia sudah besar. Ini anak saudara saya. Sangat cantik." Okay, the 'sangat cantik' part I don't believe it a single bit(if you consider me pretty, I suggest you get your eyes checked). But the fact that she said that actually made me laugh. You know why? No, it isn't because of the fact I laugh at people when they say or do something utterly funny. It's the fact that it was the first time she said anything nice about me. I mean, she's never(I repeat, NEVER!) spoken to me that nicely. Okay, so I maybe a little paranoid now, but I'm surprised really. Forget that.

Anyhow, I really am bummed out living at home. I keep thinking about my IPTA application. If I don't get UIAM, would I have to slog and suffer two years for STPM or go to HELP and do my Foundation in Arts there? God only has all the answers to my questions. It seems like my psychotic friends I had back In Convent Sentul are going to Form 6. Sham, Surya, Sree(if you're reading this, sorry I put your name next to hers!), Bai and Navee and the whole lot I guess. I'm definitely gonna miss those madcaps for sure. The guy from PTPL College told me that only those who get the merit points of 110 and above will definitely get a place in the IPTA of their choice. Mine is WAY BELOW 110 by the way! so the chances of me getting UIAM is VERY, VERY slim I guess. So, I just have to keep my fingers crossed.

Miera, I realised that I can't say 'HELL YEAH' in UIAM. I'm most likely to be shot for saying that.Or even 'F**k'. Or even 'Pig'. Or 'Bitch'. So I will change my way with words. 'HELL YEAH' will now be 'HEAVEN YEAH'. The others, well I think I have to stick to my usual 'bodoh', 'bangang'(my mum dislikes me using this word at home), and the ever important word: 'hantu'! Though, I might be scorned to the max for that! I certainly don't speak Malay like the Malays. I tend to stick to what I'm used to, thank you very much!

Anyway, until the bloody renovations in my house are completed I'm not able to leave my house. So, I got to buzz now. See you lovely people soon. Bye. Au Revoir. Auf Wiedersehen, and Farewell.

Miera honey, thanx for the 'Gorgeous' picture of Darius Danesh. Hell yeah, he looks like Jay Sean! No. Wait. Heaven yeah, he looks like Jay Sean! Haha...bye! And Jay, you are not blind. Just stupid I guess. Haha...oops, being brutally honest again! How dare you call me llama and walk away scot-free? If you were here, I'd probably box you! Good day!

Frustrations gets the best of me...

Hello again people! Firstly, I would to stress on how frustrated I am about my dad. He just told me off yesterday! He said that the envelopes containing the recent family photos were kept in the cupboard near the telephone table, and now it's on his table, and then he says the envelopes containing the negatives were on his place when it shouldn't have been there! First of all, let me get things straighten out here, I did not put the envelopes there, IT WAS ALREADY THERE! Those were the spoilt ones and he separated those the good ones and the bad ones. Secondly, the envelopes had nothing to do with me. Ever since I sorted out the photographs in the other cupboards, I never(I repeat, NEVER!) touched the envelopes in his cupboards. And then he gets pissed and says, 'I want to repair my cupboard, then put my things there because it seems like every table and cupboard is taken up by other people's things'! The nerve! Here I am, cleaning up the cupboards, throwing the clutter in there and giving some space for people to put their things, and he comes telling me that! I had no heart to eat the fish since I was god damn frustrated. I threw it in the bin(it was hard and rubbery!). Dear Allah, please forgive me for wasting food when there are people who are without food. I was so angry I actually took my things upstairs and left it there. From now on, none of my stuff will be downstairs. You heard me. I was so mad I didn't scream as usual, but I laughed at it. Quite new for me actually. I've never laughed whenever I'm angry. Something new, eh Miera? We had to go to Taman Tun yesterday night to take the rent. The whole way there I sulked(nothing unusual, people!). When we came home, we came back using the town way(the one where you get to see the Dataran Merdeka!) and I saw a few Malay couples hanging around that area. And I was saying to myself 'This isn't where I want my boyfriend to take me out on a date. In fact, this shouldn't be his idea of a date!'. Heard that? Good. Because you better start taking notes. And when we reached the traffic light near the Batu Road Primary School, there were easily about 50 motorcycles(I kid you not!) around. I was thinking to myself. Where did these motorcycles come from? They popped out like mushrooms after the rain! And guess what? The whole lot of them on the bikes were Malays! And the girls were scantily clad for crying out loud! I even saw these two guys on a bike looking into a Kancil with 5 girls in it! How cheap was that? I, for once felt very ashamed that I was a Malay. I said to myself 'Inilah perangai orang Melayu sekarang. Bagus!'. Oops...that's me, being brutally honest! I mean, my Pendidikan Islam teacher always said that I'm the rotten apple among the Malays(she didn't say those exact words, but it meant that!). And look at what they're doing? I think they're a lot worse than me! I think I haven't lost one bit of my Malayness(if there were any!) despite the fact I speak more English than Malay and I listen to more English hits than Malay ones. But, lately I've been picking up some Malay hits that I like. I really hated that woman for saying that. Just because I come from a mixed parentage family, that doesn't make me less of a Malay. And as though those Malay girls act like bloody saints. I'd probably get beheaded for saying that, but this is the naked truth. You can't even take a cloth and cover it up. I am me, this is who I am. I do get a lot of those "You're not acting very Malay like" crap from my dad, but that doesn't make me less than what they are. I have my limits. I know where I stand. And I know where my boundaries are. That's what sets me apart from the rest.

On a funnier note, I saw Azwan Ali's picture in the newspaper. I could've died of laughter. His outfit had loads of butterflies all over. He even had a few on his face! I thought he looked ridiculous! Oh well, who am I to say all this? He gets paid looking that, I guess! And there's more news. Hussein(Razlan of 'Spanar Jaya' fame) is now a member of Ruffedge. He was from MOB(which stands for Masters Of Bangsar, correct me if I'm wrong!). At least I'm picking up some interest in Malay music! Haha.

Yeah. My aunt in Shah Alam(the diplomat's wife), her daughter(Kak Jan) is getting engaged on the 16th of this month. So, we're most definitely going. And I'm going to get a haircut. Yes, you heard me. Thinking of getting a layer cut. Then probably dye it brown. Then most definitely curl it a little bit. I'd probably look like Hussein though(a female version of him though!). Yes, Miera. I fell of the chair. Again! I'll let you guys know of how my experimental hairdo went later on. Anyway, I'm actually contemplating on what to wear for Saturday. Probably wear that light orange baju kurung I bought last year. Question now is, what to wear for the wedding day? Thank God, the wedding's only in September. That means I have time to buy the perfect outfit. Something blue I guess. Or even purple this time around.

Anyway I have to go now. The Apprentice is on the telly now. See ya around.

Love is a many splendoured thing, so spread the love around.

Au revoir, Auf wiedersehen and Arrivederci.

P/S: Miera, my sweetheart. This one is for you and the other ~Ciku Head Society~ members...enjoy!

You open the window,
Feel the kiss of the breeze,
You are free,
You're not weak,
One day you'll see,
The way your love's your saving grace

You spread your wings and reach high,
I wish that I could be like you,
When you're bathing in the calm before the storm,
And then you soar with bird's wings,
You fly like a butterfly,
You've got a butterfly spirit...

Darius Danesh, Butterfly Spirit...

Thanks for everything you've done for me. I miss you. The whole lot of you. And, yes, Miera. ROBOTS DO EAT PRINGLES. Well, at least this robot does!

*Ann, who's always the right girl but at the wrong time is officially saying...Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen!*

Oh yeah, the pope has dearly departed. God bless that man's soul. And also King Rainier of Monaco. Bless those who have dearly departed. And, Charles and Camilla got married yesterday. Dirty old geezer. Oops, there goes my brutally honest mouth again. Bye!

Me...an exact replica of my mum or my dad?

I had a funny moment this morning. At about 10.15 a.m., my dad took me to buy the water filter, since there was no one to babysit me(Unless you want the Indonesian workers to look after me. I'm sure he has better things to do than babysit me, right?). This woman working there was talking to my dad about this particular brand. Then, she asks my dad whether I was his daughter. She asked him in Malay and it went something like this: "Ini perempuan you punya anak ah? Yang kecik punya ah?". My dad just said yes. I, somehow, started giggling. I was like 'Okay, she must be thinking I'm his wife or something'. Seriously, just because I'm almost as tall as my dad, that doesn't make me eligible to be his wife! Then, she asked my dad "Ini anak kecik masih sekolah lagi ah?". My dad just said that I just finished and that I'm waiting for my application to fall through. I was like 'Why is she asking all this? Do I look like his wife?'. I know she didn't say it, but I could've sensed that she meant more or less something like that. I had to laugh. Most of you knowing me and my nonsense, you would have guessed that you saw that one coming. Seriously, I can't refrain myself from laughing whenever something funny like that happens. Like the time I saw Farah and Hafiza in KLCC bout three weeks ago. You should have seen me laughing. Even my dad was like "Are you mad or something?". I don't know why I was laughing, the fact is it just happened. I told you I laugh at anything that's considered funny to me. I could have just fallen off the chair when I was eating in the food court. I'm sorry, I know it's rude but I can't help myself. I really ought to be kicked in the ass for that. I'll try to change though it might never happen. I'm incorrigible. Take it or leave it. I don't know what to say about me. When I was younger, people thought I looked like my dad considering the fact I was darker than my mum and brother. Now, people say I sound like my mum, look like my mum and the list goes on. I don't think I sound like my mum at all. She says I scream. I say she nags(which mother doesn't?). But most people that I meet(thanks to my parents), they say they can't decide on who I take after. Like this one auntie from my dad's former workplace. Her name is Auntie Rahimah. She told me in BM: "Rowena ni saya tak tahu ikut siapa? Takde rupa Pn. Mas, Takde rupa Encik Hanafiah." I was thinking, would it have been possible if I was adopted? My mum just told me that I shouldn't worry too much about what people say bout me especially when it comes to things like that. My brother keeps telling me that "Suren came from the dustbin, Ann came from the toilet". And yesterday, my dad's friend, Uncle Lim who's an electrician, was commenting on how thin my brother is. He mentioned to my dad that I didn't look that skinny like my brother(What do you expect? I'm not suffering from malnutrition simply because my parents think I'd probably suffer from hunger if I don't eat. That’s why I'm a healthy[touchwood] child!). And my dad said I came from the jungle! History has been rearranged. Haha. Seriously I don’t know now who I look like exactly. Do I look like my mum or do I look like my dad? Or do I look like...basically me?


I forgot to mention that I actually watched MISS CONGENIALITY 2 at KLCC. Haha. We were supposed to go watch HITCH, but the tickets for the 6.30 p.m. show were all sold out. The next one was at 9 p.m. and my brother had work the next day(we went on a Sunday), so that's why we decided to switch to MC2. I was actually surprised to see the guy who acts in Everwood as Andy Brown(Treat Williams)in the movie. It took me 10 seconds to actually figure out that it was him. I mean he sounded the same but he looked WAY different from Everwood. The whole beard and moustache that he had on Everwood were gone. And he looked old in this movie. Watch the movie and then you'll get what I mean. I was like "This man looks so familiar, but where have I seen him before? Oh yeah, Everwood!". He looked so much different without that image he projected on Everwood. He looks youger in Everwood rather than in the movie. At the end of the movie, they had Natasha Bedingfield's "I'm A Bomb". At first, I was thinking like, this sounds so familiar. I was actually singing to the tune that even my dad was looking at me a couple of times. I was so embarassed. Thank God we had the four-seater seats. Otherwise, the other cinema-goers would probably throw me out of the cinema. And the guy who acted as Joel(Diedrich Bader, if I'm not mistaken!), he looked good in that outfit he wore in the drag club. Haha. Me. Trying to be cute. Fails miserably.

Well, I'm off now. Thinking of what's there to eat in our fridge. Yeah, we bought this new fridge that's so big you can actually put me in. I'm not kidding. Every time I open that fridge, I'd say "Ooh, new fridge! Big fridge! But no food in it! Well, anyway I want to leave my mark here. I AM A FORCE OF NATURE!" and leave my handprint on the glass. Typical Jakun-like behaviour. I'm sure everyone that knows me well would probably expect this nonsense from me. Unfortunately, there's nothing to eat. Guess I need to reload my Pringles's stock then.

Je'taime. Au revoir. Merci beaucoup.

*Ann the robot that is forever hungry and always on the hunt for food*

P/S: Miera, if you're reading this, I hope you will seriously stop pondering on about the essay I wrote for the mid-term exams. I'm sure the examiner in Cambridge(if he ever got the chance to read that essay!), he'd probably say this:
"I wonder if this writer met Ken Barnes! She has changed football completely!" and he'd actually give me a 4B for it! Crap...I caught myself laughing at that bloody essay, considering the fact I didn't have time to actually develop the story. And the essay that actually got sent to Cambridge, that was really another collection of dumb essays I've written. I finished it by the time the invigilator said 'Masa dah tamat. Sila letakkan pen di atas meja'. And I actually had very limited time to do my usual spell check. And then I had to rewrite a sentence. And the invigilator standing next to me thought I didn’t understand English or something just said to me 'Stop writing!' about twice. By then my sentence looked quite alright. But seriously to get a 1A for that god damn crappy essay I wrote for my 1119 paper, came in as a total surprise for my family, and more importantly, me. Seriously Miera, I think the person who marked my paper would have died if he read my essay on the Frank and Ken Barnes. And that Frank is MU's manager and he's going to be promoted as the Sports Minister of England. Hahaha. It's all your fault I slept at 2 a.m. today. If we hadn't talked about that essay, I'm sure I could have slept peacefully. Instead, I end up laughing the whole night because of you. Stupid head! Love you to the max, babe! Good night, everyone. Have a great day ahead!

*Ann the robot has(finally)left the building!*

*Dracula* in a black cape running around the train station?

Hey there...Ann here...I'm actually feeling a little bit mad. I think some of you would notice the unusual title. Yeah, I can explain bout that. I had Darius Danesh in mind. Darius who? Oh, what the heck? Not many people know this guy. He was the second runner up in the Pop Idol competition(The whole Idol phenomenon actually originated in Britain, not in America, like what most people think!). Yeah, he lost to Gareth. And Will[I have goosebumps appearing on my skin already just by saying his name!]. He was at one point, the national laughing stock for that horrendous rendition of Britney's "Baby One More Time" on the second round of Popstars Season 1. He had his bad moments then, but it has never deterred him from doing what truly loves doing, singing and writing. I have to say, he's a pretty good writer. That's when he decided to join Pop Idol. He may have been the second runner up, but to me, he's worth more than that. Don't go jumping into wrong conclusions now? I have not forgotten bout Gareth Gates(and his gappy teeth). But there's something about Darius(not Mary!) that makes me feel like he's a star. He looks a lot like Jay Sean[I'm not blind, Miera! If you look close enough, you'll get my point! For now, just take my word for it. And you call me a bat!]. His voice is very deep and husky too. Why I gave him the nick *Dracula*(though that position rightfully belongs to someone else, eh Miera?), you might be asking. Simple. I remembered seeing him wear that cape in the "Incredible(What I Meant To Say)" video. He was cheeky in that video. I could've sworn that if I was acting as his girlfriend in the video, I would have probably slapped him, no, worse still, I would have actually punched him, and I hate to say this, kick him in the groin. I've been trying to get that video, but my mum keeps erasing it. I hate it when that happens. Too bad it's really hard getting his music here. I'm getting really mad now. He's a really talented bloke. He should get more exposure here. I really miss the days when you can actually watch Brit artistes on the telly. PLEASE BRING BACK STARTRAX ON TV2! *Goes down to her knees* I'M BEGGING YOU! Anyway I have to go now. My mum is robbing me of my freedom. Not really, she wants to use the pc to play her three ultimately important games: Freecell, Solitaire, and Spider Solitaire.

Adios, Sayonara and Au Revoir.

Spread the love cos love is a many splendoured thing.

Don't leave now
Not yet
They're words
I Regret
And I'm sorry
Somehow I only
Wanted to make you proud

If I could only let you know
I'd give up everything I own
For just one more day with you
There's nothing I wouldn't do
How could I let it pass me by?
If I make every sacrifice
To bring me back your love
If only we could live twice
If only we could live twice

When you told me
I froze
It still echoes
In my soul
Please forgive me
If I didn't say
I love you
Every single day

If I could only let you know
I'd give up everything I own
For just one more day with you
There's nothing I wouldn't do
How could I let it pass me by?
If I make every sacrifice
To bring me back your love
If only we could live twice
If only we could live twice...
~DARIUS DANESH, Live Twice, Live Twice(2004).

I just love that song(though I heard about a minute of it, *sniffles*)...makes me want to cry, and fall in love again. Yeah, Miera. You read it right. And I fell off the chair again, talking bout this bloke with you. I'm not the one who fell head over heels for him. You did. Not me. Between you and me(and the other people reading this blog), Kinda Love is really crappy. Makes me feel like laughing at Jay's dream of dancing with Kylie Minogue. Haha. I fell off again. Nikko Smith is gone. Anthony Fedorov should've gone. Anwar Robinson's smile has melted my heart. Seriously. If *he*'s reading this, I'm very sorry, but you're still my number one. Yes, you know you are. Goodnight everyone!

The bodhi tree in front of my house has been chopped down...I feel so sad!

Hi...sorry for the lack of updates...a lot things have happened within these two weeks...one of which is the felling of my beloved bodhi tree! *Sniffles*...yes, that big tree outside my house. It's been there since we shifted in to this house. Which was in 1986. 6th of October to be exactly precise. Yes, my house is a year elder than me, so is the rest of the furnitures in this house. The tree grew by itself...we didn't plant it. I guess it's been my charmbracelet(sort of!)...kept us away from bad things. We had the Buddhist reverend from the Siri Jayanti Temple to come and bless the tree and the house before we cut it. The whole time he was blessing the tree, I was actually laughing. It's me, I can't help it. If I see something I'm not used to, I can't stop myself from laughing. I wasn't laughing at the priest though, I was laughing because the worker who's involved in my house renovations was staring at us. I was like 'This man is freaking the hell out of me'...then he blessed the house, and finally each of us, except my brother, received his blessing. When it came to my turn, I was laughing again.Thank God he didn't see this...I would have been dead. I managed to plucked 8 leaves from the tree, as our good luck charm. He was looking at the photo hanging on the wall as he wanted to see how my brother looked like. He saw a picture of someone on the bicycle and he asked whether that was my brother. My dad said that it was me. Honestly, I DO NOT LOOK LIKE MY BROTHER! Sheesh, where did he conceive that idea from? Just because I had short hair, that doesn't mean I'm a boy. My brother when we told him bout this, he said, 'I'm not that ugly'. To which I replied 'Neither are you that handsome'. And he was rambling on about how I actually got 1A for my English GCE/O LEVELS paper. My dad told me that was quick and a very smart reply. 'For once you actually thought before you opened your mouth!' my dad told me that. Seriously I never thought about it, it just came out of my mouth. Spontaneously. I'm sure, some of you that actually know will be cheering for me. Especially my 'ciku head' vice president, in the form of Miera. Here's one for you, honey!
Alonso won yet again in the Bahrain GP. Was nice to see Massa scoring 2 points for Sauber. Schumi as expected didn't finish the race. I think it was a brash decision to bring out the new car out for this race. Kimi finished on the podium, but he looked like a cartoon when he Alonso invited him up for the photo session. *For God's sake, put the trophy down, Kimi! No one is going to take it away from you!* Pedro de la Rosa gets my vote as man of the match...he was driving like a madman! He brought back excitement into this race...considering the fact he hasn't driven in an F1 car for the past three years. It was supposed to be Alex Wurz for McLaren Mercedes, but I guess the height factor gave de la Rosa his chance. Superb. If he hadn't done much on the braking thing(he did it like 3 times, I guess), he would be on the podium alongside Alonso and Kimi. Haven't got the chance to talk about my favourite (well, one of it!) sport.
Speaking of sport, let's talk about football. The Chelsea and Bayern Munich tie. Frank Lampard scored twice, and I have to say both were fantastic goals. Joe's goal was a deflected shot. Drogba's one was fantastic. But the first goal from Bayern was pretty much due to Schweinsteiger's luck. He was at the right place at the right time. And that controversial penalty. He fell on his own, that Michael Ballack. Crap. Even Terry was like 'Why? Why? You tell me why?' to the referee. The referee looked nothing like a referee though. Looks like another one of those pot-bellied beer guzzlers. Sorry, that's just my honest opinion. Seriously I don't think Carvalho fouled him. It was a theatrical dive. Crap. HATE THAT MICHAEL BALLACK! Miera asked me what I thought of Ballack after he scored that dumb penalty. I said 'I WOULD ASK THE ARABS TO SHOOT HIM, JOHN HOWARD AND GEOGRE W. BUSH!' I used to like Ballack...now I think he's like Rivaldo at the World Cup 2002. A fraud. A cheat. An actor. Hope Chelsea will advance to the semifinals. And meet Liverpool. Haha! What joy that will bring to the whole Chaudhary clan, eh Miera?
Anyway I got to buzz now. Been too long here. My mum will give a pretty long lecture here. So once again...Sayonara, Arrivederci, Adios.

Je'taime...spread the love cos love is a many splendoured thing.

*AnnMarie Jayne the robot, blur as always*