*~HypNoTiC BuTTeRfLy SPiRit~*: September 2005

Pathetic.

Who's pathetic? Me. I don't seem to have really clicked with my mates. They keep inviting me out for lunch, and somehow I have to refuse, saying that I'm going out with my parents or I didn't tell my parents. Pathetic isn't it? That's life, I suppose.

Went to buy the new furniture set, and frankly speaking, my dad HATES the new sofa set we bought. He bought because I made it looked like *I will not leave the shop unless you buy this blue sofa set!*. Okay, I admit I liked the blue sofa set since it was comfortable, but I did say *At the end of the day, you're paying for it. so if you like that sofa, buy it!*. He asked me to try the other sofa which VERY uncomfortable and VERY expensive, to see whether it was comfortable or not. I sat on it for a while since they went up to see the dining table set, and since it was SO uncomfortable, I went back on the other sofa, since my back didn't feel that stiff when I sat on it. And they came down and saw me *sleeping* (trust me, I wasn't sleeping) there. And he got mad and just bought that sofa. And he made an equally *temper-tantrum* remark. *If I see anyone sleep on that sofa, I will take the whole set and throw out of the gate!*. And people wonder where I get my temper tantrums from. Pathetic.

And then my quiz results came in. 13/20. Seems okay, I know where I went wrong, and I know I can do better, and I know how to do the questions I lost marks. But my dad says my marks were *beyond acceptable* and that I should do the questions I *failed*. Oh my God, I failed! I'm a failure. Mum was right, I'll never accomplish anything in life. And that is among the reasons why I am mad with my dad. Pathetic.

And I think that my neighbour Kavenesh (yes, that boy who used to my football partner-in-crime) is a smaller, darker, and chubbier version of Frank Lampard. Yes, I do. But still, he can't match Frank Lampard. And yes, I'm better than him when we play football. And that's not pathetic! *Phew*!

And Frank Lampard is the man!

*Bluesy* out!

Sugar...

Firstly...my Computing Principles quiz was pretty tough but I managed to do it. And yesterday i found out that Jehan Miskin, Vince and Anding from Akademi Fantasia, and Douglas Lim are coming for The Star's R.AGE thing. They are stopping by UiTM, Prime College, and guess what? HELP University College! And today I read that Rashid Salleh, Rydee and Vick from Malaysian Idol Season 1 are coming for it too, and they added that they are also heading for Inti College! But they said they're not going to reveal who's going which place and when! I really hope I get to meet Jehan Miskin on my birthday which seems to be looming nearer and nearer and nearer (Mr. Chen's style)! At least I can say *Wahey! I met Jehan on my birthday! It was bliss!*...I'm crapping too much now right?

And I forgot to mention this on Tuesday, but I saw that Nescafe Kickstart winner in my college. Aidan Aquinas Chew. It seems that he was formerly a student there. I have to say that he's kind of small real-life.

And one word to describe today's match between Chelsea and Liverpool?

PATHETIC (don't really know why I keep saying this nowadays, but I do it!)!!! And Liverpool should've been awarded 2 (not one, but 2!) penalties. It seemed really unfair. To Liverpool fans, I have to admit (though I hate to do it) but the referee was wrong. This is like the time when we played against them on New Year's day, where the referee refused to give Liverpool a truly deserved penalty due to Tiago's handball. Only this time around, it was William Gallas who is the culprit. Whatever it is, Chelsea have paid so much for incredibly great strikers, defenders, and midfielders yet they couldn't seem to find the net. Liverpool seemed to have more chances than us, and that is PATHETIC for Chelsea, since they are the league leaders. And if ever Frank Lampard takes a free-kick, get someone reliable to actually get the ball into the net! I'm not saying that he's unreliable, but everytime the shot seems to be somewhat beautiful, everyone there seems to be either dreaming or sleeping since no one can get the ball in! PATHETIC! And Robben had a great chance of scoring for us, but Liverpool were everywhere.

And seriously where is Joe Cole? He seems to be the only one who is able to get through their defenders. And Peter Crouch is a walking stick.

And this bit of information I got from Mar was equally entertaining. It seems Mar and Eliza went for the match in Anfield and after 20 minutes, Eliza tells her *Akka I'm going to sleep now*. Mar was shocked and asked her *Why don't you want to watch the match?*. The answer she got: *I know the final score already. 0-0. Game so dull and boring better go and sleep!*. And yes, she managed to sleep in an incredibly noisy stadium, without flinching. And she got up when the match was over, just in time for her to see Frank Lampard and Steven Gerrard exchanging jerseys. And she told Mar *Akka, that Frank Lampard has got a hot body!*. Fancy hearing that from a five year old girl? I couldn't help laughing. Eliza is so smart yet she can be so...cheeky. Mar, do me favour and stop corrupting your sister with our bad jokes and amazingly high level of *miang-ness*? She doesn't have to know bout it now!

I just hope we don't draw against other teams, since it would very PATHETIC for us to do so. You think there's a curse for it? If there is one, is there a cure? I'm getting psycho now, so forgive me.

And there's something I don't quite get.

How is it possible that someone can go around bitching bout other people and then be their confidant? It's like you're eating bread and someone who can barely afford it comes to you and laments about it and you tell them to eat cake. People with this certain level of bitchiness cannot possibly become psychologists, since it would only make them even more superficial than they already are! Sounds pitiful, don't you think?

And why is that certain Malays who somehow know how to speak English tend to overdo it? You know, like telling a word that is of no significance to what is being discussed? Not only that you're telling the wrong thing, people will stupidly believe your every word, when I know that is so wrong? Screaming martyrs? Martyrs don't scream...unless of course they scream out their beliefs before they die standing up for what they believe in. Firstly, do you even know what a martyr is? A marytr is a person who is killed or made to suffer greatly because of his/her religion or other beliefs. So question is, does a martyr scream? If you don't know what you're saying and blurt it out, do me a favour will you? Just SHUT THE HELL UP! It's bad enough the teacher listens to you whole-heartedly without questioning further, but people who don't know what the heck you're saying believe you too! Argh...this is so PATHETIC! No wonder I keep saying my English is a disaster! My English lessons with Pn. Anna seemed more enjoyable than my current than my current lecturer's lessons, despite the former had madcaps like the 5A girls for students who were always irritating the life out of her! Now you know why I dread English lessons at the present moment! And the most pathetic thing that happened was that when I said howling wolves to describe *a loud thunderstorm*, my lecturer was extremely puzzled and people laughed. Pathetic, no? She has slaughtered my love for English. I'm not kidding. From now on I will not talk in my English lessons, and let the *English speaking sessions* take place in my blog. Period.

That was fun and relieving! Should do it again sometime!

And I love George Michael's *Roxanne*. Beautiful number really.

*Bluesy* out.

Crap-lah..

Look. I'm in a total *bitch-fit* mood now, so just bear with me okay? Just thought I'd warn you before you guys go *Why this girl so emo today?*.

Firstly, I had my MS Word Lab Assesment today. I did pretty okay though they said there were some *booby-traps*(if that's the right word). Just praying I did well enough. And the best piece of news Jonathan delivered to us was that there was no English class since there were no available venues! Had lunch with Priya, Roya, Cheetah, Yas, Devi and Disha. And then Priya showed us her album. The Malaysian Idol photo album. And I think Paul Moss is good-looking. Period. And then she told me that she saw me in Bangi, where I sat for my driving test! Small world eh? But I don't remember seeing her there though. Blame me for my short-term memory. *Note to self: Eat gingko-biloba.*

And I think that my classmate Matterline is adorable. She looks sweet and a wee bit of childish looks too. Just like Amalina, but Amalina is so noisy!

And just because I said that I'm *miang*, that doesn't make me anymore *super-miang* than I already am! I'd rather see JM in his underwear more than any guy I know, because I think he's worth looking at even if he's in his underwear! *Mar, I'll tell you why I said this in a bit*.

And I wished people would stop blaming ME for their own stupid mistakes! Just leave me alone okay? Go screw your life, instead of mine! Don't vent your anger out on me when things go wrong. I know I do it too, but at least I'm trying to control myself from being that person I used to be. The only constant thing in life is CHANGE. So please change that stuck-up attitude you already got in you. Because in the end, everything that you do WILL eventually fall on ME. Not on you, but ME. Because everyone says you're *beyond redemption*. People tell me I'm *incorrigible*, but at least I can be saved, unlike YOU!

And I wonder, will MU or Benfica win?

*Bluesy out*

Hi...

I have a Lab Assessment tomorrow. Microsoft Word assessment actaully. God bless me, and you guys please pray for me ok? Need all the luck I can get.

And there's some good news. HELP has cockroaches.

Wait a minute, how can that be good news when I get paranoid when I see cockroaches even if it's 50 metres away from me? *Screams in fear*...I HATE COCKROACHES!

And I uploaded photos using PhotoBucket.com...seems okay to me. Better than Picasa too! Mar, stop drooling okay? It's so unflattering and disgusting to do so. So quit while you're at it. *B*I*T*C*H*! LOL...forgive...I seem to be cursing of late. Bad thing right? Mar, you know I love you despite the frequent name-calling sessions ya?

And I noticed that I love to eat apples nowadays. When I asked my mum where the apples were from, she said it was from New Zealand! I'm so starting to love New Zealand! Oh yeah, I had New Zealand apples and New Zealand kiwis for dessert tonight. *Hidup New Zealand!!!* You know what I'm thinking at the moment? I think I'm going to study right up to my PhD. in New Zealand and get married there with a New Zealand bloke who is the exact replica of Paul Moss, and settle down there. I'm not kidding. Okay, I better shut up now, otherwise Mar will say I'm so darn *miang* now!

And I hate people with that freaking caller ringtones crap. So irritating. If ever any of you start putting up this caller ringtones and when I call you, and I hear music...I will NEVER EVER call you again!

*And I vow never to wear make-up for it will only make me hide behind a mask. A mask that covers up the things I lack. Things like my flaws, imperfections, and weaknesses. Make-up makes you look fake, oblivious to the real world, and superficial. Allah S.W.T. knows how I feel about make-up. Amin!*

*Bluesy* out!

Tuxedo man!

Claude Makelele and John Terry. Best defenders in the world. John Terry is equally yummy in a tuxedo! *Drooling*...I'm not drooling-lah!

Hot...

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This is the pic that got me and Mar damn *miang* over men in their 20s! John Terry, Petr Cech, and Frank Lampard after the match against Aston Villa. They rock!

The world's best midfielder...

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I did this little piece of art while studying for my Finite Maths test. Classic, don't you think? Love him so much!

Madness

Read this okay?

Me : Mar, aku tengah bengang ni!
Mar: Apasal kau bengang Julez?
Me : Daniel won!
Mar: The one that you hate kan? By the way, which one is he ya?
Me : The one who sang *Special Kind of Something* tu.
Mar: That 'apek'? The one who unceremoniously destroyed my all time favourite song by my first love? Argh...Malaysians are mad, I tell you!
Me : You telling me ah? That's why I changed my nationality la. I'm half British and half New Zealander. A Bri-Wi! LOL...
Mar: Why all of a sudden you nak jadi New Zealander huh? All along you said you nak jadi rakyat Britain, then can learn to speak Queen's English from Tony Blair?
Me : One name, Mar. PAUL MOSS! LOL...
Mar: You and your mad infatuations la.
Me : I noticed I like older men. Like Jose Mourinho, Paul Moss, and George Michael.
Mar: Why so miang now? Nak kahwin la tu. Why all got M at the back ah? Kebetulan ah? I don't think so.
Me : You nut! Where got? I like them so much...I think they look great despite being in their 40s.
Mar: Whatever. Miang. Frankie scored a brace! *Whee*! He took off shirt also! Nice bod I tell you!
Me : You some more miang. Got bf already, wanna go see other people's bod! Miang kuasa dua! LOL...
Mar: What to do? My closest friend in the universe is another miang case, so I also jadi mianglah. All her fault.
Me : Whatever-lah Mar.

Today was Dayani's 14th birthday! Had cake and float. Before that we had another *Dhane*, so we went to the temple only to find that it was so damn crowded due to the charity bazaar they had. Halfway through the prayers, they played oldies loudly, so much so that I got lost in my own thoughts and I didn't know when the prayer ended until I saw people bowing! I couldn't even listen to what the reverend was talking today.

Suren and Kakak Greeja complimented my new hairstyle. Then this lady comes up to me and asks me whether I wanted a free charity haircut. I politely declined and said I just had a haircut last week. And my brother calls me 'itik' because of my new haircut.

And I think my niece, Raviena has got the most beautiful pair of eyes and eyelashes for a girl. I kid you not.

And my Uncle Muthu thinks I'm seventeen. Dayani's mum thinks I'm going to be sixteen in two weeks time. And Dayani's grandfather (who is my uncle) thinks I'm 28. Point is, I'm getting older.

And then I noticed something rather strange. I saw Dayani throwing her tantrum around, like how I always do it. And I was so shocked to see that *I'm like that!*. Why can't people learn good things from me? Why can't I stop being hot-tempered?

And Mar pointed out something cynical the other day. Wayne Rooney was born on the 24th of October, 1985. Her point? She's trying to prove that all those born in the month of October are bad-tempered. Damn it, Mar.

And I think Frank Lampard is the greatest. You know I do.

And Picasa (the folks who upload my pictures here) seems to be working pretty slowly. And I can't get my pictures uploaded because of that reason. So I'm resorting to Photobucket.com to get my photos uploaded. Thank you Kak Wanie for actually reminding me bout Photobucket, though you told me this, like what? 3 weeks ago at Kak Jan's wedding? Pathetic, I know. The point is I remembered bout it and I can upload the pics like there's no tomorrow!

*And I vow never to wear make-up for it will only make me hide behind a mask. A mask that covers up the things I lack. Things like my flaws, imperfections, and weaknesses. Make-up makes you look fake, oblivious to the real world, and superficial. Allah S.W.T. knows how I feel about make-up. Amin!*

*Bluesy* out!

I'm British...

As I told you before, I'm going to change my citizenship if Daniel becomes the next Malaysian Idol. Well, guess what? I'm no longer Malaysian. I'm having two citizenships by the way. I'm partly British and New Zealander. Why New Zealander, you ask? I noticed I've been eating kiwi fruits of late and actually ENJOY eating them while watching Paul Moss on TV! And I adore Paul Moss very much. So that's why I'm half Kiwi. LOL...

I noticed that I like older men. Men who are in their 40s. Paul Moss. Jose Mourinho (Jay is going to laugh in my face!). George Michael (wait, he's gay, but what the hell? He rocks my socks!). I don't know what is wrong with me. But I know, these three guys definitely make my day. But still I love Frank Lampard and the gang of 20+ years old guys. Hehe...

I really felt Nita performed better than Daniel, and that she deserved the Malaysian Idol tag more than Daniel. She has stronger vocals, and a great deal of charisma, things that Daniel lacks. Daniel slurs too much, I can't understand an ounce of English he says when he sings. I feel bad for Nita though. She is the clear cut Idol, in my honest and humble opinion, that is! I can bet you that FarahMexx is pissed off as well. Farah, let's go slap Daniel, shall we?

And my mother is watching Malaysian football. Selangor vs Perak. My mum is a true Selangor fan, and she is screaming her heads off since Selangor is winning. I have nothing to say, really.

And Wayne Rooney thinks Chelsea lack respect? That coming out of someone who has a serious anger management problem seems a little far-fetched, don't you think? What do you expect from sour grapes? Sweet wine?

And I love older men.

*And I vow never to wear make-up for it will only make me hide behind a mask. A mask that covers up the things I lack. Things like my flaws, imperfections, and weaknesses. Make-up makes you look fake, oblivious to the real world, and superficial. Allah S.W.T. knows how I feel about make-up. Amin!*

And I love Jose Mourinho and Paul Moss very much! I'm so crazy right now.

And I miss my *Richard Stereng* and the *Cheeky Monkey* too! Boy, they looked hot tonight!

I'm in a very *miang* mood now...LOL! I love Frank Lampard, Paul Moss...enough's enough! I'm so *miang* now. LOL...someone save me, please.

*Bluesy* out!

Gratitude...

Stella, no amount of *thank-you's* can match the sacrifice you made, just for me. I got so upset listening to Kav's *Will You Wait For Me?*, seriously. I really dreaded listening to the last two lines of the second verse:

*Do you remember how it was,
when we never seemed to care?
The days went by so quickly,
Cos I thought you'd always be there.
And it's hard to let you go,
Though I know that I must try.
I feel like I've been cheated,
Cos we never said goodbye...*

I felt really bad since me and Jay never actually had a proper parting when we decided to go our separate ways. It did bite me for the past 4 days, while listening to this song. And then Stella, she suggested that the two of us (as in me and Jay) be together for 2 weeks...so that we'd actually have a *real and proper* parting. That has to be the sacrifice of a lifetime (be it even for 2 weeks) that she has ever done. I know it seems unfair to her, and awkward for me, but she had said that it will make her happy to see her two favourite people get together for one (probably) last time. Stella, I'd like to say thank you so very much. I hope that in more or less two weeks, I will finally sort out the confusions I'm left with due to this improper break-up. And trust me, my recent break-up had nothing to do with this confusing yet unacceptable ordeal. Take my word for it. so, for two weeks, I'm taken by a charming yet dim-witted young man named Jeevan Santa Cruz. Love you so much till it bleeds. You should know that by now, right?

Anyway, today was relatively a wonderful day. My draft on John Nash had been approved. And then I went to Great Eastern Mall. And a very funny thing happened there. I was standing outside the food court looking at the German band perform for the German fest being held there. And this lady who was walking and stopped DIRECTLY in front of the food court and asked me: *Adik, mana food court?*...being the polite soul I am (don't laugh!), I pointed it to her, and she thanked and went in. Weird, right? We are going to get new sofas soon. *Whee* should be fun. And I am saying this once and only once. THE RECLINER IS MINE!!! Every furniture shop we stepped into that actually sold recliners, I actually got to sit on them and give them a proper *test-drive*. I practically sat on the sofa sets my parents were interested in. And I made my opinions on them just by lying on them! Of course, shoes off the chair, that is! See how significant I am in making a decision on furnitures? Just by lying on them? Miera, I know you fell off the chair again, but don't make fun of me.

And I noticed that whenever I got out and buy something, some people would call me *kakak*. What is wrong with these people? I'm so much smaller than them, and they call me *kakak*! And the weird thing is that when I was complaining to my mum bout this matter, I called the waitress *adik*. I'm seriously getting older. Oh well, two WONDERFUL weeks till I officially turn the big 1 8. Yes, 18. And I expect really big presents from all of you reading this! LOL...anything would do really, little wishes or presents or cards or messages will do for me. And if *Corpse Bride* is out on the 6th of October, I WILL go and watch it. Birthday treat. My birthday is like a day or two after the start of the fasting month. Yay, the only chance of me losing weight is happening is less than 2 weeks! Hehe...you'll be amazed at how much of weight I'll lose in one month of fasting.Last year, I lost 4 kilos. Usually I'll lose around 2-4 kilos.

And I'm wondering whether cats, and even other animals, have sexuality issues like us, human beings.

*And I vow never to wear make-up for it will only make me hide behind a mask. A mask that covers up the things I lack. Things like my flaws, imperfections, and weaknesses. Make-up makes you look fake, oblivious to the real world, and superficial. Allah S.W.T. knows how I feel about make-up. Amin!*

*Bluesy* out.

I knew it

*I should've seen it coming, I should've read the signs*

Yes people, that's one line from Westlife's fifth No.1 hit 'Fool Again'. Why is that there, you're asking me? Read further, then you'll get what I mean.

I just visited a Westlife fansite (surprising I still do odd things like these nowadays). I found out that Mark Feehily is gay. And he's proud of it. Just like how Stephen Gately, Will Young, and Sir Elton John (why are all these three guys are Lilee's favourites?) are. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate gays or lesbians, or even bisexuals for that matter. It's just that, I knew it was bound to happen, but after 2 years of not exactly being up-to-date with their latest news and all that jazz, I'm just slightly shocked. And of all the people I used to adore in Westlife (until he got married, that is), Shane is now blessed with a baby girl named Nicole. Ain't that sweet? Okay, I better get out of my *saccharine-coated* behaviour now. So *girly*!

And I swear never to wear make-up, because I believe that wearing make-up doesn't accentuate your features/appearance/looks, but it makes you superficial, fake and oblivious to whatever that happens around you. It seems like you're hiding your flaws, imperfections, and weaknesses behind that thick glob of powder you put on your face. Of course, that is my belief, which of course might differ from your beliefs.

And if you'll excuse me, I'm going to wonder what possibly gay couples do together? You know, I'm actually visualising what Stephen Gately sang in 'When the Going Gets Tough'.

-Ooh...can I touch ya, and do the things that lovers do?
Ooh...wanna hold ya, I gotta get thru to you-

I'm freaky and weird. I think too much, but it's a good thing right? It shows I am blessed with an equally inquisitive and curious mind. But then, like they always say, curiousity killed the cat. *Bluesy* out!

*CR-ed* from Kak Wanie. She called me *her No.1 commentor*...typical busybody behaviour, I suppose? Thanks Kak Wanie. -Me, Kak Wanie, Farhana-

Lyrics...

I need to talk with you again,
Why did you go away,
All our time together, just feels like yesterday,
I never thought I'd see,
a single day without you,
The things we take for granted we can sometimes lose.

And if I promise not to feel this pain,
Will I see you again?
Will I see you again...?

Cause time will pass me by
Maybe I'll never learn to smile,
But I know I'll make it through,
If you wait for me.
And all the tears I cry,
No matter how I try.
They'll never bring you home to me,
Won't you wait for me.....in heaven?

Do you remember how it was,when we never seemed to care.
The days went by so quickly,
Cos I thought you'd always be there.
And it's hard to let you go,
Though I know that I must try.
I feel like I've been cheated,
Cos we never said goodbye.

And if I promise not to feel this pain,
Will I see you again?
Will I see you again...?

Cause time will pass me by
Maybe I'll never learn to smile
But I'll know I'll make through
If you wait for me (Won't you wait for me)
And all the tears I cry
No matter how I try
They'll never bring you home to me
Won't you wait for me....in heaven

Cause I miss you so
And I need to know
Will you wait for me?

Cause time will pass me by
Maybe I'll never learn to smile (No, no, no)
But I know I'll make it through,
If you wait for me (Say you'll wait for me)
And all the tears I cry (All the tears I cry)
No matter how I try (how I try)
They'll never bring you home to me,
Won't you wait for me.....in heaven?

Cause time will pass me by
Maybe I'll never learn to smile,
But I know I'll make it through,
If you wait for me...

*As promised, here's the lyrics. Special song for the ex-SKOSsies, who are now officially known as The Ciku Head Society (minus one mate)! Zura left us in 2001, but no matter what happens, I still love you, darling. Bless you always! This song also goes out to Jay, who lost his mum last year. You have my love and prayers always, Jay.*

I am now know as -BellaJulianZaraSodhi-, all thanks to Jay! Love you, you nut! *Bluesy* out!

Kavana...

I think Miera will be extremely surprised to hear this from me. I rummaged through my old cassettes collection(the *old* days!) and found my Kavana *Instinct* album, along with that compilation album(Now That's What I Call Love 2...funny how that *One For Sorrow* song from Steps can be considered a love song?). Took them out, and played Kavana today, after playing Robbie's *Angels* for three consecutive days! The first 2 tracks reminded me of Miera(*Special Kind of Something* and *Funky Love*). She loved him so much! Then when it came to track 3, I started crying. It was *Will You Wait For Me*. The song really got to me...I cried thinking about those who were close to me that have already departed. I thought about people I know that are close to me who lost their loved ones. I started thinking:

*Is the song that's on everyone's mind when someone they cherish dies?*
*Is the song I sang when Azura, Justyn, and Rossa died?*
*Is the song I'll sing when someone close to me dies?*
*Are these the lines I'd say to my significant other(when I have one, that is) should he leave me to face this cruel world alone?:
-And all the tears I cry, no matter how I try, They'll never bring you home to me, won't you wait for me...in heaven?-*

This song is specially dedicated to people who have lost their loved ones, be it recently or a few years ago or so. I WILL put up the lyrics tomorrow. But for now, please pray for me for my Finite Maths Quiz tomorrow! And Sham's home from Ukraine! *Whee*!

Now compare with this pic...how did the wife get taller than the husband all of a sudden? She's gorgeous!

Claude Makelele and his wife Noemie Lenoir. Ain't she a beauty?

Classic...Can he get any hotter than that?

The *red carpet entrance*. Theme of the night: *Red Devils vs The Reds*!

Here's one pic I admit I look a lot like my mum. Jay, don't you just adore the outfit?

The *bunga telur* girls and the elders. Can you spot me? Love that blue kebaya like mad!

The Maroon Gang...The whole family, up close and personal. Spot me if you can!

Ladies in red...Kak Wanie, Farhana, me, and Kak Nurul before the reception. The guy at the back was always in the pics we took! Note the one with the *over-the-top* hairstyle.

The one on the left is the *Chelsea freak* and the writer of the blog. The one in the middle is the Manchester United freak and has got a lovely-looking cat. The one on the right caught the cameraman's eye. We're the bunch of unpaid paparazzi! Me, Farhana, and Kak Wanie. Credit goes to Farhana for this!

Last day filled with madness, laughter and aching heels!

Last day filled with madness, laughter and aching heels! Yup, that sums up yesterday's event.

Let me tell you what happened on Friday. Friday after class, we headed straight to Shah Alam. Mum sent me an SMS saying that they were in front of McDonald's. I told them that I'll be a bit late, and then mum said she'd buy me McNuggets. And at that very moment, my stomach started growling. Hehehe...went to the new SACC mall...bought 2 blue T-Shirts(Mar's right..I'm a BLUE freak!) from Hang Ten, and a heart bracelet to match the earrings and the chain I had planned to wear for yesterday's event from Bonita. Then, headed to PKNS to buy dad a new songkok. Then to McDonald's again where we had a *brown* joke. I won't say anything since it might spoil your appetite if I do. Trust me, you wouldn't want to hear it. Then went to Auntie's house to help them with the eggs. My job was to arrange the eggs in the container and to put the *Thank You* tags into the ribbon. Not so glamorous, I know. My dad wrapped the eggs...not bad, didn't know he had some artistic talents in him! Played with Auntie's cats, and the worst thing, one of it disappeared! And that got everyone in a frantic moment. The poor maid tripped and sprained her ankle while looking for the cat as she was worried that Pak Anjang would scold her for losing the cat. We were there till 12.30 a.m.! So tired...came home around 1.30 a.m. and went to bed.

On Saturday, I woke up at 8.30 a.m. but went back to sleep and woke up at 10 a.m. and felt so guilty for the missing cat, so mum called Kak Rene only to find that the cat is safe and sound at home, but the maid's leg was swollen. Mum and I got ready at 3 p.m. so that we could set our hair. So from 3.30-5.30 p.m., we were setting our hair. Had glitter on our hair, mine had that *sanggul* effect, mum had her hair curled! Supposed to leave at 5 p.m.(like I said before, we are NEVER known for punctuality!), but we left at 6 p.m., reached there around 6.40 p.m.. For the first time in my life, I wore make-up on my own! Nothing big, but for a first-time experimentation, not bad! But, I will never put on make up, maybe just the blusher, mascara, and lip gloss. That's just about it. The day seemed to go in a bad direction, the guest list was NOT updated and we didn't know where to put the guests! Whereas, the groom's side, the guests were well informed on where to sit as the groom had sent them an SMS telling them where to sit! And then, mum panicked and wasn't relaxed. Then, it was good, since Kak Wanie, Kak Nurul, Farhana and I started taking pictures. Hahaha, *ingat photo-shoot ke apa ha?*! Then came the dinner, and the dessert was *Hilton's Ice-Cream Cake*...not bad but, the cake had strawberry, as well as vanilla and chocolate! I hate strawberry, but in life you can't be picky always(for me, it always depends on the situation!), so I had to eat it. Then everything was over and done with, and we had a family photo session. And in the thick of it, Pak Anjang lost his handphone, which is similar to my brother's phone. So everyone started checking out the whole place to see whether the phone was around there. Then when we were outside, we decided to call Pak Anjang's line again and asked everyone to be silent, and we heard a ringtone. We checked in the room, but it wasn't there, then we tried again, still there was a ringtone, and this time it was coming from a bag. We ransacked the basket, and then Auntie checked her handbag, and true enough it was in there! We all started laughing when we found out that he had 22 missed calls! So, there you have it, the missing phone was all along *not missing*. Of course he would have eventually found it, but at least he found it then, right? And then we came home, and slept. And I still have three films to finish! Then I can ask my dad to get it developed. 2 rolls yet to be developed! Have to send Swarna the picture.

Swarna just found out that the girls who sold us the Olay Total White products on the 18th of August(how can I forget that date? It's was Swarna's birthday eve!) were the Olay Aspirasiku contestants! Haha...so slow-lah you Swarna! Can't blame you also, since your finals are coming. November, if I'm not wrong? Study hard, dear!

I just despise looking at *Tweedledee and Tweedledum*. I don't know why, I feel like they're just plain bitchy. I don't know yet, but they look like it. Just ignore this for the time-being ok?

And I know I haven't updated my last post about my classmates. Pathetic, I know. Been busy with my research on John Nash and Sigmund Freud. And before I forget, I really hate Russell Crowe but his acting is superb! I really enjoyed seeing him in *Gladiator*(and yes, he made me cry!), on Thursday I watched *A Beautiful Mind*, he was phenomenal! And his latest movie *Cinderella Man* looks like it's worth a watch.

Later days...*Bluesy* out!

Bad mood

I'm in a freaking bad mood, I might just snap right in your face if you happen to get on my nerves accidentally. In fact, I'm having a bad headache! I'm so freaking mad at my dad for not letting me join the futsal team! The ONE thing I'm so darn passionate about and I'm eagerly awaiting the day to play the matches, and *BANG*! It gets shot down and never allowed to soar high again! I had an incredibly good cry, at least I won't feel too low. *Sighs* I wished I wasn't so 'fragile' like glassy things! *Fragile* as in so easily broken and bruised. So what if I bruise easily? It's human nature for people to get bruised, unless of course, you are like the guy who lived in a bubble because his parents didn't want him to fall ill (can't remember the title by the way...I think it's Bubbleboy or something like that? I remember Jake Gyllenhaal was in it!). So freaking pissed...*nie nak bitch fit menggila babi larr nie!* was what Miera told me . Jay wasn't short of curt remarks too. *Girls like you should stay at home and play dolls and cook. Not do a man's job! That's what your dad thinks...sadly, I do too!*...life's like that-lah kan?

Current songs in my head:
(1) *Smile Like You Mean It*-The Killers.
(2) *Glamorous Indie Rock & Roll*-The Killers.
(3) *All These Things I've Done*-The Killers.
(4) *Lose Control*-Missy Elliot featuring Ciara and Fatman Scoop.
(5) *Like That*-Eminem.

Current moods:
(1) *I-feel-like-slapping-someone-so-badly* mood.
(2) *I-feel-like-screaming* mood.
(3) *Cranky and PMS rolled into one* mood.
(4) *Menacing headache* mood.
(5) *Serial killer* mood.

Current wants:
(1) McDonald's Chicken McNuggets.
(2) New pair of blue high heels.
(3) Albums from Blazin' Squad, Robbie Williams, Keane, and Jamie Cullum.
(4) To kick the flower pots in my house.
(5) Sleep the whole day.

Busy bee...

Uploaded like 16 pics. More to come in the coming weeks. In other words, when I'm not too busy dealing with psychopaths and egotistical bunch of retards that deserve a good slap from me. That's just me being damn evil. My trait.

I'm a klutz, not only that, I'm too emotional. I keep dropping my stuff in college like almost everyday! My handphone, my calculator, and my pencil box are among the favourite casualties of late. I cried when my dad criticised me over Saturday's blunder. He kept accusing me, saying that I didn't do what I claimed to do. Everyone thinks they know me like a book. I'm so damn upset about it. I mean, I knew he meant it for my own good so that I won't repeat the same thing in future, but he stretched it a bit too far. So I got into my *defensive gear* and defended myself! And whenever that happens, I tend to cry. I can't help it! It always happen when I start defending myself or losing my temper. And he says *It's little wonder why she faced so many problems in school!*. I was like *Huh? What's the deal now? The only reason why I faced problems in school were probably because of people taking me for granted and the fact that my dad was a strict disciplinarian(that's what people think, they see him, they get the shivers!). *Sighs loudly* people are like that. Can't change them, no matter how hard you try.

Enough of unpleasant news. The good news is that I got a haircut today. Got a layered haircut, best of all, I have bangs! *Whee*...and then Vijaya called me and asked me whether I was keen on joining the HMC's women's futsal team for the upcoming Sports Carnival! I immediately said *YES* without hesitating! So, next week, watch me kick balls ok? LOL...

Anyway...got to get my assignment done and dusted with! Bye! *Bluesy* out!

After the *bersanding* ceremony. Don't they look happy? Credit goes to Kak Nurul for this pic. Will upload mine once it gets developed, maybe next Monday or so.