Thursday, August 31, 2006
Thirty-Nine
Something you should know before reading this post: I'm not Dee. I'm one of her friends. I shall not tell you my name, go figure out! Don't worry, sooner or later you'll find out anyway. :)
There's no word of the day for today because I don't have any words..for today.
The reason I'm here is because Dee
forced me to. You see, she didn't wanna post because she was 'malas', so she asked (more like forced) me to post for her. So here I am. And now I don't know what to post about. I'm sure by this time you already know who I am.
Hmm..ok I want to comment on this blog. Well, I think this blog is nice. I love the layout. And some of the songs are nice, like 'Rain'. Go listen to it! I have to memorise the lyrics so that if its raining, I can sing the song. Ye lah, I'm lame. I just gave you a clue who I am by the way. No, actually I already gave 3 clues.
It's 6:12pm right now. I missed The Ellen Degeneres Show and I don't have the mood to watch Oprah Winfrey Show. I love these talk shows. Ellen is so cool and funny, and some of Orpah's talk shows are interesting.
I think I'll stop now because I'm running out of things to say. And I think I'm boring you. hehee..
Thanks for giving me this opportunity to post in your blog, Dee! I had fun. XD
On the magic tree house!
So you guys figured out who I am already? ;)
6:30 PM
Monday, August 28, 2006
Thirty-Eight
Today's word of the day is aegis \EE-jis\, noun:1. Protection; support.
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Hmm. Have been reading quite a LOT of sad, gloomy, depressing posts today.
Ok, bedek. There were only, what, 2? Still, it got me thinking. I wonder why nothing made them smile - both inside and out.
I bet it's just mood swings they're getting. I get them too, sometimes, which annoy me, because who wants to be an old grumpy maid, right?
So, anyway. Here are a couple of things that never fail to make me smile or grin or laugh:
1) The Magic Tree House. Don't ask. *muffles laughter*
2) Spongebob. Some of the lines are so stupid that they'd make me laugh outloud, and then people would stare at me, which would make me laugh more.
3) Wave at strangers. But don't this without a friend walking beside you!
4) Think of all the things I shouldn't do, wherever you are. Like, if I'm in the MRT, I'll try to imagine myself lying on a stranger's lap, all of a sudden. Hahahaha.
5) Wink at a stranger! Hahahah.
Ok, so my list consists mainly of doing stupid things, but hey, if that's what it's gonna take, then why not? Granted, my list is kinda short, but they all get me smiling, so it's cool.
So, ok, here's a story on the net that made me smile. Enjoy. (Hope you get the joke this time, Mas):
Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him if he needed to go, and he said, "No." I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me." Then I said, "Dan!, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?" "No," he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooooo, I asked one more time, "Danny, did you have an accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled. "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!"
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5:26 PM
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Thirty-Seven
Today's word of the day is robustious \roh-BUHS-chuhs\, adjective:1. Boisterous; vigorous.
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Ok, so I was watching Pokemon today (11 am, every Saturday, only on Kids Central).
As some of you might now, I used to be this huuuuge fan of Pokemon. I was around Primary Two to Primary 5 at that time. You know, when I was still a kid. I watched all the episodes, no sweat. I even had Pokemon erasers, Pokemon collectible cards, Pokemon tabung, Pokemon shirts: heck, I even had my Tok make me a Pokemon bag and a Pokemon bolster. I used to sell those Pokemon bags at school, remember? Who would have thought I'd be a trendsetter (though, admittadly, not the best of trends)? Less than 2 bucks each, and highly fashionable.
I even remember this one incident when people started accusing Pokemon as a satanic show. Anyone remember that? Boy, was I mad, and I didn't hide that fact either. I'd say to anyone who was willing to listen: "Pokemon maknenye Pocket Monsters, bukan setan!" I was angry and indignant beyond imagination, so much that I almost cried. Yup, I was that in love with the show. And it didn't help that
Ash Ketchum Pikachu was cute, either.
So, anyway. I was watching the show again today, and Ash was fighting one of those gym battles he has. I could not help but cheer and punch my fist in the air, shouting "Woohoo!" or "Yessa!" (Please take note that Mona and Loi were watching too, and they were not as excited as I was, proving just how mature I am). I couldn't help it! I felt like a kid again, and well, the battle was cool.
So, I'm dedicating this post to Ash Ketchum, the
cute boy who is still 10 years old throughout all these 4 years. (Sadly, he's too short for me)
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9:45 PM
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Thirty-Six
Today's word of the day is lazy, meaning not very rajin.
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Yup, that's the word of the day, and that's the way I'm feeling right now, too. Short post coming up. And I mean, short post.
I started school with a cat running away from these screaming girls, and then it slammed head-first onto my leg.
I ended school by sitting on a seat on the MRT with an approriately-written sign that read "Reserved for the Super Super Hungry".
Hahah. That's it.
Thanks for bothering!
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3:51 PM
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Thirty-Five
Today's word of the day is tete-a-tete (prononced tate-uh-tate), meaning private, confidential or familiar.
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Whoa.
Who would have thought?
I ate only two spoons of nasi goreng for sahur yesterday, but didn't get hungry at all throughout the day.
I ate my usual, proper breakfast for today's sahur, and my stomach ended up growling
6 times while I was in the library!
Weird! Not to mention pathetic.
Speaking of the library and of being pathetic, I rememer this one incident I had last month or so, methinks. I had just gathered quite a number of books in my arms and was heading over to where the seats were so that I could take the load off my arms. So, there I was, walking and reaching my destination, when I accidentally dropped one of my books on the floor.
Woops.
It wasn't very loud though. I mean, it was just one book, and it's not like the noise echoed through the library or anything. But then this man, sitting on one of the seats (big DUH) and reading his newspaper, looked at me and gave this look:
O^O
He
pouted and
jelinged, and worst of all, he actually said loudly, "Tsk tsk tsk"! You know, that sound you make that usually accompanies a wagging finger and a look that says "Ish, ish, ish, horrible!"? Aiyaaa!!! It was so frustrating, him looking so inferior that way. I wish I can say that I glared back at him and he shrunk back in fear, because that's what I wished happened, but I'm too nice a girl - okay, too coward a girl and instead whispered meekly, "Sorry".
I am so ashamed of myself sometimes. I wanted to knock that guy with the book I dropped.
Ehem. Anyway.
I almost broke my fast today (I almost typed "Open my fast". You know, "Buka puasa"). My stomach
did grumble six times, after all, even though I wasn't feeling too hungry.
And then my conscience had to butt in.
Me: Maybe I should buke puase...
ConscienceMe: And why?!?
Me: Well, my stomach grumbled six times...
CMe: And...?
Me: And... My stomach hurts!
CMe: Don't be a dramamama lah, you!
Me: I'm not a-
CMe: You're FASTING!!! You're
supposed to be
hungry!!!
Me: .... Oh yeah.
So here I am.
Still fasting.
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4:18 PM
Monday, August 21, 2006
Thirty-Four
Today's word of the day is vagary, meaning an extravagant, erratic, or unpredictable notion, action, or occurrence.
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Did you know that today is Isra' Mi'raj?
And that I have not eaten anything the whole day except for two spoons of nasi goreng?
And that baldness was considered the ultimate feminine beauty in Egypt?
I also read at a trivia book (kudos to Kk Han for borrowing it) that, in Medievel times, people who were sentenced to death were hung in such a creative way that they would die a slow and agonising death. In order to prevent the unfortunate dude from suffering, friends or relatives would pull his leg so hard that his neck would snap, so that he would die a quick death.
Aiyoo. Imagine having your neck snapped. You can probably
hear it snap. Ouch.
Anyway, school was kinda fun today, although I kinda yawned a lot cos it was kinda of a boring topic for me. I talked a lot with Mus, too.
Oh, I know it annoys Zahira and Nabihah (and maybe even SNN too, but, being SNN, she wouldn't say anything. I think). At one point -during Hadith- Zahira said, "This isn't show and tell, guys," which really mean "Shaddup alreadi lahhhh". Heheh. Sorry lah, ey. Me mouth very the big one.
Not that I'll be queiter after this, mind you.
Oh, oh, speaking of Science!
When Tchr had just came in and had stood in front desk, I had this little piece of eraser in my hand, a piece that I had tore off my eraser (I have 5 erasers, by the way. Mus ade 3 jer. Haha). So I was holding that piece of eraser between my fingers, and I wanted to flick towards Fiq a couple of seats away from me. But then I guess I underestimated my strength, because when I flicked it, it fleeeeeeewwww and hit Tchr's head!
Nobody else noticed, and I myself wasn't so sure if it hit her head, but Tchr was looking and rubbing her head as if wondering if some piece of the ceiling and fell and dropped her head. Me, I sat as quietly and as nicely as I've ever been the whole year.
Hahah.
And poor Mas was feeling so left out today. I actually think that she's always like that, everyday -duduk sendiri, diaaaam jer- but for some reason, she voiced it out today, which is fine by me. Unfortunately, when Mus and I
do talk to her, she's daydreaming and isn't listening to us. Merajok ke ape Mas? ^_^
Ok, will stop now. Just wanna leave some stuff Mus and I said.
Mus: *describing this blogskin* I want it, but it's sooo small, and then there's this black space...
Me: Uh? Black?
Mus: No, mane ade black!
Mus: Wahidah always SMS-es a lot of stuff to me.
Me: Really?
Mus: No, not really.
Mus: Dee, you're worth 5 bucks to me.
*Silence*
Mus: Gerrard and I have a special connection.
*Suhanah had just translated this Arabic word*
Mus: Just how do they remember all those words, anyway?
Me: *thinks for a moment* Maybe they read a lot of Arabic storybooks?
*Pause, then we both snicker at the same time, like
yeah right*
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5:49 PM
Friday, August 18, 2006
Thirty Three
Today's word of the day is adumbrate, meaning to indicate or suggest something.
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I really, really, really don't mean to be sentimental, emotional, or philosophical, because truthfully, those 3 things annoy me. Especially philosophy. But I haven't been posting for so long, and now that I have something to type, what excuse do I have not to?
Dissappointment is something that all of us can't avoid, and I'm not just talking about being dissappointed (excuse my spelling, please) with yourself. I'm talking more about being dissappoined by other people. Especially the ones who mean the most to you. In fact, I've heard of this saying that goes : "It's the ones you love who will hurt you the most". And it's true, of course. If you don't care about that person, you won't care what he or she says, and you won't be hurt at all.
And being disappointed with those close to you - like family and friends - is ok, right? It's normal.
I also learnt a little bit about trust today. I would be lying if I said that there is one person who I absolutely totally trust, because I don't. Yeah, there are people out there with whom I've shared secrets and thoughts with, but I can't 100% trust them, you know? I guess it's because there are some things that have happened in the past which made me doubt them.
But, then again, isn't that what trusting is all about? Taking a blind leap of faith, even if you have doubts?
Ok! Enough!
I can't stand all that emo.
Another thing I learne today is that I love ugliness. I don't why. Maybe I subconciously beg to differ?
Like, for example. I know I'm not a drop-dead gorgeous kind of girl, and I know there are people who don't think I'm at all pretty (i know ah! jangan nak bedek!), but I'm proud of that. I'm happy that I don't look nice.
And another thing. People are always wanting to be unique and smart and be able to be and do all sorts of things. They wanna be pretty and funny and talented. But what's wrong with being simple and boring and common?
After all, Allah loves the simple boring common people.
Isn't that why He created so many of them in the first place?
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3:59 PM
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Thirty-Two
Today's word of the day is eremite, meaning a hermit, especially a religious recluse.
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Just came home from NLB's Library Book Sale. They were all second-hand and, more importantly, all terribly boring. It was not worth it, going there. And the queue was so long! The only good thing that I got from going to EXPO was buying Burger King's Mushroom Swiss Double Cheeseburger (yum!) and ice-lemon tea.
I went to Marinah's sports day event before that, too, at Tampines Station. I left early, so my breakfast consisted mainly of a Hershey bar and Pepsi Cola. Healthy, huh?
I have to memorise two things this weekend: Hadith and Arabic debate. Memorising isn't usually a problem with me, but considering the mood I am in right now, just thinking about memorising makes me feel lazy.
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3:11 AM
Friday, August 11, 2006
Thirty-One
Today's word of the day is piebald, but this computer is so slow I can't be bothered to find out what it means. Check it out yourself.
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Ok, so I went home with Munirah today, along with Fiq and Anna and Loi and Dinah. Anyway, Mun Loi Fiq and I were waiting at the bus stop for bus, so to pass time, we played this Maths game. You know, the one that goes like ths: Person A thinks of a number. Then Person B has to say, "Ok, plus the number you think of with blablabla, then minus with blablabla, then you get Bla!"
So I played the game with Mun.
Me: Think of a number. Any number you want.
Mun: Ok...
Me: Just don't make it too big, cos it would be difficult for you to do the equations and everything. You know?
Mun: Pasallah! *after a couple of seconds* Ok, dah.
Me: good. Now add the number with 3...
Mun: Ok....
Me: Then minus the number you were thinking of.
Mun: Right.
Me: You got 3, right?
Mun: Yes!!
Ok, so that one was pathetic. I tried another one on her; a proper one this time.
I instructed her to pick a 4-digit number, then to shuffle the number so that she would have 2 4-dogit numbers. Next, she had to minus the small one off with the bigger one to get
another 4-digit number, and out of this 4 digits, she has to circle one number.
"But don't circle a 0," I said, "Becayiuse then it would be another circle in a circle and, uh, I wouldn't be able to understand it when I read your mind." Loi rolled her eyes.
"Like for example," I continued, "If you choose 1234 and shuffle it to 4321-"
Loi burst out laughing. Mun gasped.
"How did you know?!?" she asked wildly.
"Know what?"
She showed me the paper she had written on: the first one she wrote was 1234; the second one
was the shuffled 4321.
"Ok ok," Mun said, "Try again."
There were a
lot of other troes after that, but I never did manage to correctly guess the circled number. Once it was because I calculated wrongly, but mostly because she did the procces wrongly.
"Mun! You can't minus 8888 from 9999! You're supposed to shuffle the numbers! Not write new ones!
"Mun! 5421 mane boleh shuffle jadi 2124!
"Loi, calculation is wrong. It's supposed to be 11 when you minus it off, not 10."
It was just before we got off the bus that I finally got it right. I taught Mun how to do it, too.
By the way, today was poem-sharing for English, except that these poems were the ones that we were suppoes to write over the holidays. I think I mentioned that before here, right? The first poem that i tried to write took me 3 days, and even then I got so stuck that I threw it away and wrote a new one, which took about just an hour or so. Waste time je buat the first one.
There were, surprisingly, a
lot of depressing or sad poems. I told Mas that I didn't like them.
"You have to see it from the writer's point of view," Mas said, "If you were the writer of a poem that's depressing, and someone told you that they didn't like it, would you be happy?"
I thought about it, then admitted, "No."
"Ah see?"
"But," I continued, "Later on I would understand why because people don't like them, because my old poems
are depressing, and now I don't like them."
"Alah Dee ni."
"Just don't argue with me lah Mas."
"No. I WANT to argue with you."
I don't think that people write poems because they are depressed or sad, though. I think it's because sadness and depression are the easiest emotions to write about. It's not easy writing happy poems, you know, even though you are a very happy person. It's just easier to write sad stuff.
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4:05 PM
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Thirty
A lot of people don't like the new Spore song kan?
I like it.
Though, admittedly, a little cliche-d.
But don't diss cliches!
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Ten Things that Make Me Singaporean1) I let myself be forced into running for the train - even if the train is one minute away from arriving, and even if I haven't reached the station.
2) I eat durians and I love 'em.
3) I'm fluent in speaking Singlish.
4) I know how to say 999 in Tamil.
5) ......
6) uh ......
Uh!
I can't think of anything else!
I'm not Singaporean enough!
Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!
Oh well. 4 out of 10 is better than nothing.
Happy 41st Birthday Singapore!
I can't believe my parents are older than you.
(Opp. Pecah rahsie dorang)
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4:16 PM
Twenty-Nine
People sometimes had weird names for me when I was a kid.
Princess Diana.
The Hardy Girl.
I think I half-liked it, though.
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I'm a hard-cover sorta book, meaning to say that when it comes to feelings, I don't express them all that well. Sometimes I'm annoyed by people and I want to strangle them, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be mean. Sometimes I'm hurt but I don't say anything because I don't want to cry. You know, stuff like that. People do that all the time, right?
But the thing that I find hardest to express, even by words (which I always find easier to use), is how much I may love certain people. Like my family, or some friends.
I think people who express themselves easily tend to be frustrated with me over that.
Like if Kk Han begs me to say "I love you", I just reply, "Wait for your wedding day, hon."
If Mus says "I love you Dee," I'd just say "Ok" (which makes her irritated. She'd force me to say "I love you too", but she has yet to win)
And there was that one time when Mun said "Dee, I will love you forever and ever," which made me surprised because it was so... random and out of the blue. The reply that came from me was, "Yeah, I know. I love me too".
My Baba and I talked about it once. Saying "I love you", I mean. He finds it weird that people these days are saying it so much. Like this talk show where the host was calling her guest, and when she ended the phone call she said "Yeah, ok, bye. Love you."
People are passing those words so much these days, to the point of it being casual, that you just don't get the meaning of 'love' anymore. When you say that you love someone, it means that you are willing to sacrifice your life for that person, give up your liver if you have to, things like that. But because people are so easily saying 'I love you' to people like it's nothing, they just don't get the meaning anymore.
Me, I wish that people won't beg me to say I love them. Malu lah.
Some things don't need to be said, you know what I mean?
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9:35 AM
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Twenty-Eight
The worst has yet to come,
The worst has yet to come,
Wait for the speeches folks,
The worst has yet to come.
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Even though the speech was so called 'the worst that is yet to come', it wasn't bad at all. Shorter than I expected it to be, anyway, even though I was just aching to stretch my back. Literally, aching.
But after lining up, saying the pledge and singing the national anthem (thank you Mas), the contigents of the Inter-Madrasah Tournament walked past the crowd, waving our flags at them and smiling, parade-style. Me, I was laughing. It was hard not to. I'm not sure why, but it was funny, in a way! You kinda feel stupid, waving your flags and grinning like an idiot infront of everyone, but at the same time you feel this kinda rush to have all those people from your school cheering for you. Fun!
The weird thing was that, while I was laughing with Mardhiah beside me and walking down the track, this photographer with a huge belly, a huge camera and a huger smile pulled me and Mardhiah off the track! Well, not literally pull lah. It was more like he pointed the two of us out and beckoned us away from the walking parade.
Interesting, I thought. What was going on?
It turned out that we were going to take a picture with Yaacob Ismail and this other important guy! (Malu nye tak tahu name) I wonder if it's going to be in the newspaper or something. Tak mau! Entah-entah budak sekolah mane entah cakap: "Eh kite nampak budak ni that time! Seleneger ah die!".
Hahahah. But better me than them. :P Perasan.
After that, all us contigents stood in front of the crowd and waved our flags (which we got for free but had to return in the end) in tune to the Singapore songs that were playing. There was this one song called "Bumiku, Bumimu", and the only lines we all sang were:
"Bumi bumi bumi bumi bumiku, bumi bumi bumi bumi bumimu"; and
"Oooohhh"
Haha.
Then went to our seats.
The contigents all sat at the very top, although there were a couple of others who went down. There was a break, where everyone ate and drank while singing along to the songs played. Then there were the boys' track and field events. That was fun! Seeing them run made me miss running myself. Mas and I kept betting on who would win. I won a couple of times. Heehee.
The sad thing was when this guy, who was leading and running so quickly, started to slow down and actually fell. Not the oh-mak-pochot trip. More like the fainting kinda fall. It was scary.
I didn't think he would fall, but Mas knew better because she had seen one runner fall before. It did look scary.
After the track and field events were the football match between MUIS United and Asatizah United. Hahah kelakar title die! Cute. I supported MUIS, mostly because they were wearing nice red jerseys, and the won! 4-1! Haha. Not bad.
Thennn it was the time for all the contigents to come down and get their medals. I actually wanted to get on the podium (as did everyone else), but Kk Syahirah beat me to it. No matter. We got gold! ^_^
Aljunied won overall, which is good, because them and us sorta have this unspoken alliance with each other. That's what I felt, anyway. The cheered for us during the girls' track and field tournament, and we cheered for them.
The weird part was when all the contigents from Aljunied ran a victory run around the track. I mean, the boys run ok lah. Boys will be boys right? But the girls...
Ehem. Takmo cakap bende tak baik! Besides, they won, so what do they care, right? Congrats Aljunied!
Btw, a biiig thanks to Amirah and Mus for taking those photos for me.
And Happy Advanced 41st Birthday Singapore!
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4:00 PM
Monday, August 07, 2006
Twenty-Seven
The Kite Song.
By Sape Ntah Griffin.
It's a really nice song.
But I can't find it.
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Classes started off with English. Poem lesson! I came up late for class because all the contigents had a de-breifing on tomorrow's parade, so when I voluteered to read the poem I had brought (How Did You Die by someone) I was rather breathless when I read the poem, which was a pity because it really was beautiful. I had wanted to read it smoothly so that the class would be astounded by how pretty the words are, but I ended up reading it like this:
"Did you tackle the trouble *pantbreathe* that came your way *breeeaaathe*
With a resolute heart *holdbreath!* and cheerful? *release breathe*"
Pathetic really.
At the end of the lesson, Cher told us that since we had 3 days of holidays (I should've known this was coming), she was sure that we could spare at least one hour on writing a poem. Brilliant! Or at least, that was my first thought.
"Can we hand in a poem that we've written before?" I asked hopefully.
"No," she rejected, "I don't want a basi poem." I internally slumped.
"Haha!" someone laughed, "Basi poem awak."
She meant it in joking manner, but I wanted to strangle her.
I'd love to say more, by the way, but I don't have time.
Can't wait for tomorrow!
(Actually, I
can wait for tomorrow)
(Have to line up for one hour T_T)
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4:09 PM
Friday, August 04, 2006
Twenty-Six
Excuse me for that Japanese song.
I know you probably think I'm weird.
But that's okay. Weird is okay.
... Do you guys even know I have a japanese song in here?
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I'm finding less and less things to talk about, but I'll keep trying.
There's just the usual, normal, stuff, you know?
I'll have to think on what to write for couple of days.
Hmmmm......
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10:08 PM
Twenty-Five
Wah, new skin!
What do you think? Nice right.
I've been thinking about putting up a password again.
But maybe I don't need one at all.
Trust is one of the basic foundations of marriages, right?
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I've been thinking. Maybe I can't ever be 100%, totally, absolutely honest. Why? There are quite a couple of reasons to it.
1) Writing in blogs is something that should be done with care. Unfortunately, you can't write freely in your blogs. You just can't. It's risky; you might accidentally get in trouble with the law. Any kind of law. (Eh teringat pasal debate dulu pulak). Even if I truly hate this person, or this place, or some other third thing, I can't really say it here because you're not suppossed to. A blog is open to the whole wide world and beyond. Having freedom in writing blogs is not a luxury that I can afford.
2) Sometimes I'm a jerk, and sometimes I'm a nerd, but overall I consider myself as a good kid. A nice enough person, you know? And I really don't wanna hurt anyone's feelings by telling too much of the truth. Sometimes, it's better to say good things about people, even if you're lying when you do so. What you don't know can't hurt you. Most of the time, anyway.
3) There's no 3rd reason.
So, um that's pretty much about it.
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5:25 PM
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Twenty-Four
Today is like, the only time I can have limited access to the computer. Usually I only get half an hour. But it just so happened that I had to go over to a friend's house for a project. So most of the hours that I could have played were spent doing Arab instead. The one day! ..... So. I was going by some old files last night cause Mas wanted a poem of mine that I wrote long ago. We have to bring at least two poems tomorrow for our English lesson, you see. Mind you, though, reading back on that poem, I thought it sounded lame. It is lame. But Mas loves it, so what can I say? To each her own. Anyway, as I was saying. There I was, going back through the old files in the computer, when I saw this file that said "Dee also says...". So naturally I got curious. I found out, upon opening it, that the file was actually this sorta interview/quiz thing that used to be popular a month or so ago. People used to post these kinda stuff all the time back then. So when I read my own interview-thingy-nijy, I was surprised. Surprised, not in the bad way, but not exactly in the pleasant way either. Just, surprised. I had no idea that I used to answer questions like that. Here I'll show you: have you ever been late for school?
- Yeah, once in primary school. I was so busy opening my birthday presents that Saturday morning that I lost track of time.
did you do any good deeds for the past month?
-Sure.
how will you celebrate your next birthday?
-What do I look like to you, a fortune-teller? That’s almost 356 days minus minus away dudette. Takmo kiasu ah.
do you love chalets?
-Never went to one, though I think I would love it if I did.
describe your hair:
- they’re on my head.
did you eat breakfast today?
- I eat it everyday. I am a firm believer in that breakfast is an important part of the day. Oh, and second breakfast, too.
what will you do this year?
- I will grow a year older, for starters. And hopefully complete the surviving 7 resolutions that I still have.
who was the last person you met?
- My cousins and grandparents.
why do you think the zebra is black and white?
- Because it helps them blend in with the tall grasses that surrounds them. I mean, yeah, so the grasses me are yellow and green. But who wants yellow and green stripes, right? Black and white is cool.
what is your favourite colour?
- Blue, green, orange, and black. Wait, that’s colours. Mahamaa ah. Ask me again next month or so though; I tend to change my mind about my favourite colour(s).
what do you notice in the same sex?
- That we’re not of the different sex?
Okok. Serious.
I notice that when they say ‘hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn’, they really REALLY mean it.
do you want to hug anyone?
- No.
what's the worst fast food restaurant?
- Can’t think of one, except that if I had to choose... KFC. I have never like the chickens. I lick my fingers after eating the chicken only to spit the taste out.
Ok lah, not to that extreme. But I don’t like their chickens.
what's the best dream you had?
- Can’t think of one, actually. My dreams are usually the wacky weird kind, not those blissful heavenly kind.
where did you go today?
- To the pyramids of Giza. I especially loved the, uh... pointy pointy parts! Yeah that’s it. The points. *beams proudly*
any bad habits when you get nervous?
- Ohh yeahh. Cold feet. Either that or I feel this warmth, surging up and down my body.
is trust or love important?
- Both are actually.
what would you wish for?
- My very own library. Or full marks for every exam/test I take. Or to fly! Or to make people see things! Or or or...
Ok lah. Wishing for a thousand wishes is best.
one sport you hate?
- Curling. Like, wha-??
when was the last time you cried?
- Last Friday.
how is the weather now?
- Go see for yourself lor. Malas ah nak tengok luar tingakap. On a dark night like this though...I’d say sunny. Yeah.
when is bedtime for you?
When I’m beat, usually around 10 or later.
tattoos or piercing? - Putting on dayak nye face paints.
how are you feeling now?
- Kinda like, o_O . When is this test ending??
how often do you visit the hairdresser?
- Not very often. Even when my hair is long, I don’t notice cos I tie it up all the time. Besides, no time ah nak gi.
how do you handle proud people?
- Depends on how proud they are. Usually I just bear with it.
will you get another computer?
- The answer is same to the answer if William Hung asks me to marry him.
It’s NO, by the way. -__-“
who made you smile today?
- Quite some people. Mostly Loi for today, for two reasons; 1) She’s not too goofy till she gets on my nerves; and 2) She’s not being that slappable – chokable – brat she can sometimes be today.
favourite place?
- Don’t really have one, though I’d go for either library or home.
when will you get your pay?
- Tomorrow. Being the Best Mama Duck / Coolest Kid Around ain’t an easy job. It’s a heavy burden and all, but hey. Someone’s gotta do it.
So yeah, that's it.
I don't know why, I was just surprised with some answers that I gave.
Like I can't even tell how my hair is?!?
Of course, if you just say 'Longshortcurlystraightblablabla', it would be kinda boring.
Oh, and a couple of things to note:
1) I have decided on my favourite colour. It's green.
2) I don't say dudette anymore. Aiyaa sounds so lame.
3) I have no idea what kind of sport curling is. O_O
4) I just visited the hairdresser. It's short and nice now.
5) That observation I made about the same sex? Very unwise and very, hmm, close-minded. That's the best thing I can say about women? Not all women like that what.
If you ask me now, I'd say "All girls want to be pretty and look good. No matter what they say to you, nor no matter how tomboyish they are. All women wanna look nice".
Right right? I mean, I like to look nice too. It's just that I don't bother as much as other people might.
Btw, something happened this evening that was kinda weird.
I was waiting at the front gate with Mas, waiting for the rest of the group members to come down. School had just finished, and we were waiting for the others so that we can head over to Syahidah's house together.
So anyway, there we were, standing around thinking our own thoughts, when this Kakak came up to me and asked, "Takot tak pegang frog?"
Now, I'm not usually afraid of animals or of holding them, be it worm, spider, bug, or cat. But a frog? You gotta admit, they're kinda icky. Worst part is, they jump. High. So of course, I said "No".
I guess it's kinda automatic.
The Kakak grabbed my wrist and pulled me along to a corner of the courtyard. Mas, Amirah and Basirah followed.
"Why do you want me to pick up a frog?" I asked.
"We want to sabo a-" this sister behind her started, but then Kakak interrupted, "I just bought these two frogs, and I want to transfer them from the tank to a box."
Three thoughts flashed through my head then:
What's wrong with the tank?
If takot pegang frog, asal beli?
Sabo?!? Did she say sabo?!
I frowned. We all know what sabo is. It basically means playing a trick on someone, and not just your average, boo! kinda joke either. The nasty kind of joke.
"You know," I interjected, "I can't help you if you're going to something evil. I'm a good person.
I save the world, you know."
Ok, so I didn't say the save the world part. But I did protest.
The Kakak wasn't going to back down, though. After a lot of screaming and nervousness (I stayed to watch. You gotta admit, it was interesting), they finally managed. The frogs didn't jump, but they sure didn't have any water. Poor things.
"You can't sabo someone!" Basirah said behind me, aghast and shocked.
"Look, don't worry," another sister reassured her, "Our friend likes frogs."
I snorted. Yeah right.
But I didn't do anything. None of us did. We just watched them walk a little way off, the white box clutched in the Kakak's hands.
I felt sorry for the sabo-ed person, but walked away.
I guess you can't save the world all the time.
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6:02 PM
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Twenty-Three
Seri says in her blog that Liyana says her (Seri's) cheeks are chubbier.
Seri was offended and concludes chubby = fat.
I remember all the times
my cheeks were pinched.
How offended does that make me?
Hmm.
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OK, so I just watched the Shallow Hal movie for the second time a couple of days ago. Two days ago, I think. And it's a good movie. It's funny, and it has this nice moral behind it, you know? Never judge a person by the cover. It's the inside that's important. You know, 'beauty is only skin deep', and all.
But really, I don't think anyone 100% believes 'beauty is in the inside'. Well, ok, maybe there are some good, halos-on-their-head kinda people who do truly believe that. But me, I'm more of a skeptic, you know? Like, if people believe about inner beauty so much, how come they wanna look pretty in the outside?
Kk Han says that as humans, we're all naturally judgemental. As much as we know that you can't judge a book by its cover, we tend to do it accidentally anyhow. You see a girl with a small mouth who isn't smiling in the MRT (mainly, well, me) and you'd think that I'm this sourpuss girl, which, contrary to myth, is not true because I like to laugh a lot. If you see a purple dude with a huge grin, a long tail, and a green belly, you'd think he's a cute dude (example, Barney), when in truth, he's actually evil. So you see what I mean.
What Kk Han says is true, but interestingly, there's a reason behind why we're so judgemental in the first place (I read about this in a book about human brains once). Interestingly, the reason why we like pretty people so much is mainly because we want to find a good mate.
You know how animals produce offsprings so that their species won't be extinct? Well, same goes for humans, except that we don't really realise it that way. Anyhow, the reason we like pretty people is because when you have beautiful skin, great eyes and a slim body equals to: a young and
healthy person! And when you're young and healthy, you have a greater chance of producing more offsprings. Not only that, you're children would look fabulous too! So people want to, uh, mate (?) you. Basically they like you ah.
I know, sounds as if we're animals. But hey, that's the way the brain is. Just take it or leave it.
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4:31 PM