Adjusting herself to the ever-changing ways of a crazy, maniacal world

Arabian Nights

2007-07-06T15:56:00.000+08:00

I might not understand every word he sings but Amr Diab is still dishy, delectable and downright shaggedelic . His voice is liquid gold. Literally lubricating.

you can be assured that the above picture is residing as my laptop wallpaper right now. Ok, now, can somebody whack me on the head and ask me who Wan is? Thanks.

2007-03-31T17:53:00.000+08:00

while my blog lays dead and untouched, the blog owner however is NOT dead. or untouched (chet, no sick tots hor). I, on the other hand, have been ~~sleuthing,~~ bloghopping around the realm of cyberworld and have deduced that......... haiz, some things don't change.

the unwanted and certainly unneccessary bitchiness, the sarcasm and hurtful remarks by 'anoynomous', 'bloghopper', 'passerby'etc etc still reigns in this mad mad cyberworld. I mean, ok, i wouldnt give two hoots about what goes in and out of other people's live but that's probably because im self centered. But good God! why would anybody want to diss another blogger just because

a) blogger wrote something on his/her blog, in which he/she is entitled to because it is his/her goddamn space to begin with, only to be dissed by some coward going by the psuedo 'bloghopper' because 'bloghopper' obviously doesnt share the same moronic sentiments?
b) blogger puts up happy smiling pics and 'anoynomous' goes on to become the green eyed monster and he/she just have to type some snide remarks on blogger's tagboard
c) some sickening passerby with a stake up her ass just couldnt stand blogger's face and henceforth, starts the name calling, hate mailing/tagging.

and the list goes on. I mean, what the HELL is wrong with some people?

ok, bitching is human. we ALL do it, even more outside the blogspace. but bitching with the intention to hurt and then masking the whole shebang behind the anonymity of dubious 'passerby' is simply sick. And for what? What do you really gain at the end of the long, dry run?

im no saint. i do bitch with vigour sometimes. but as long as you mean no harm to me, i'll back off. i have come across some show off's blog, or some ridiculous statements being posted on someone's blog but i always hold back from giving my two cent's worth because, it's their blog goddammit. theirs and not mine. and i am at no liberty to say watever i fancy because if i do have someting caustic to say, it's akin to me throwing shit down your front lawn.

ooohh.. i can hear the pitchforks grinding the gravel with this one. i'll expect some childish mud slinging with too.

My mother said to me once that if i have nothing nice to say, shut up. Yes maam.

and that is precisely the reason why i had gone kaputz and remained dormant in this crazy thing called blogworld. and that is why i have turned malas. and that is why, u wont hear another peep from me until ... entah tak tahu lah.

ok bye.

Still

2007-02-16T13:54:00.001+08:00

Feeling feeling romantic lah...

Because today is.... our first Anniversary! and the v-day, lovey dovey mood prevails.. Happy 1st Anniversary Hubby!

Still

Funny when you stop and think
times goes faster then you blink
nothings ever like it was
but we've got a special thing
all the happiness it brings
is more than enough

I know its hard to believe
you're still the biggest part of me
all I'm living for

I still think about you
I still dream about you
I still want you
and need you by my side
I'm still mad about you
all I ever wanted was you
your still the one

It's hard to breathe when were apart
your like sunshine in my heart
I keep you here inside
you've been everything to me

you've been and always will be

the apple of my eye
And I know its hard to believe
your still the biggest part of me
all I'm living for

I still think about you
I still dream about you
I still want you
and need you by my side
I still mad about you
all i ever wanted was you
your still the one

If you love me
look into my eyes and say you do
I've been waiting all my life
for someone just like you
baby all that we've been through
boy im still in love with you
and I want you to know I do, I do

last post of the year

2006-12-29T13:40:00.000+08:00

Chak! I'm baccckk! Resurfacing only at the end of the year. i'm such a bad, lazy, lousy blogger ain't i? i disappeared most parts of the year only to blog sensibly again on the last day of the year. okay lah, third last day of the year.

if truth be told, i have found a virginal space to plunder and rant so i guess that wraps up this blog. we'll see. but first, lemme to a stock take on the highlights of 2006.

the biggest highlight of the year has got to be... my pinky winky wedding! aku suka tau! nyeh nyeh nyeh... i gloat about it till today, each time wishing i could relive those moments again. i love being a bride.

following that was the various articles which we appeared in, including being on the front cover of Majalah Perkahwinan and a detailed recount of our love story in Manja *pretends to blush*

and married life has been... blissful. It's not peaches and cream all the time but nevertheless, great.

Other than that, 2006 has been a a lull-filled year for both hubby and me. We are still honeymooning, u noe.

3 weeks after hari raya, SIL and family was banged up in a pretty bad car accident which had me and in laws staying at the hospital for days on ends.

2006 also saw 3 of my cousins getting married after the onset of mine and two of them engaged. i appointed myself as the one person who had gaily spread the wedding dust around. which, after a while, declared myself down with 'wedding fatigue'.

So what can i expect in 2007? lots... lots of resolution namely...
a) blog more
b) be more err.. wifely
and c) i'll have to think about that

so till i blog again (which i really have no clue), Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha and a happy new year everyone!

Year-end wishlist

2006-12-10T13:44:00.000+08:00

I need....

* a getaway
* a massage
* a good book
* a good movie
* a tall glass of super thick iced milo
* a refreshing dip in the pool

*year end mode kicking in*

Where am I?

2006-12-07T09:39:00.000+08:00

I'm still here, silly. Where have I gone to? Nowhere, silly! For some strange reason, I decided to pop by this dusty blog and say 'Hi' to those straying bloghoppers who still drop by this meaningless blog of mine for no apparent reason. Meanwhile, enjoy my all time fav singer. Ya habibie! *geleks around the room*

Faith (fully)

2006-09-07T16:40:00.000+08:00

Alaaaaaaaa.... He turned my knees into jelly when he sang this song. I feel sixteen again!

'I'm forever yours... faithfully'. Hear that, B?

Vote for Hady Mirza will ya? I can't - cos my husband won't allow me to vote for some God forsaken reasons. Chett. As if he pays my bills!

I want to see Hady Mirza in the finals!!

Flowers in the Window

2006-07-27T11:32:00.000+08:00

When I first held you I was cold

A melting snowman i was told
That there was no one there to hold
Before, I swore, that I would be alone forever more

Oh, wow, look at you now
Flowers in the window
Its such a lovely day and I'm glad you feel the same
Cos to stand up, out in a crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so
Let's watch the flowers grow

There is no reason to feel bad
But there are many seasons to feel glad, sad, mad
It's just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
And I am here to help you with the load

So now we're here and now is fine
So far away from there and there is time, time, time
To plant new seeds and watch them grow
So there'll be flowers in the window when we go

* I love this song to bits. I even had those words included in my wedding poster at the wedding reception. And hint hint - I played this song on our wedding nite :P Lup u b!

TIC-TAG-TOE

2006-07-06T14:49:00.000+08:00

I've been tagged by Lina! I think she has run out of people to tag. Se7en is alot, you know! I'm growing to like these tag games. It sure beats wrecking my brain thinking of inane entries to write. Not that I update alot. And I have to confess that I'd always imagine a writer shooting these questions at me for a magazine interview! wahahahah! wa manyak berangan! But it makes it more fun, doesnt it?

<* 7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME *>
I hate to repeat myself. If you don't get it the first time, that's your problem
I don't know how to swim even if my life depended on it.
I have a younger brother who annoys me all the time
I am short tempered
I am straightforward & direct
I'm stubborn
I'm impatient

<* 7 THINGS I'M AFRAID OF *>
Losing my Loved Ones
Falling sick
The deep ocean
Losing my phone
Creepy crawlies
Ghosts!
Being in enclosed areas. i'm quite claustrophobic

<* 7 RANDOM SONGS AT THE MOMENT *>
Unfaithful- Rihanna
Save Me - Corrine May
Crazy - Simple Plan
Man eater- Nelly Furtado
El Allem Allah - Amr Diab
Buttons - Pussycat Dolls
Brian Mcknight - Still

<* 7 THINGS THAT I LOVE *>
Izwan Ali Bonchet
My Family
My phone
All things pink
All things sweet
Johnny Depp movies
Good friends

<* 7 THINGS I SAY THE MOST *>
Good morning
Baby
Hello
Watever
apa sey...!
suka hati lah
ok

<* 7 PEOPLE 2 DO THIS *>
people who actually bothered
people who has never been tagged
people who loves to tag
people who thinks this is fun
people who likes to answer questions
people who wants other people to know more about them
and people who reads my blog!

So there.

Marini

2006-06-22T17:01:00.000+08:00

She came to my wedding late, by then it was three

She passed a hand made booklet and a wedding gift for me
By the time I reached my place she was nowhere to see
No pictures taken with her, I missed her entirely

But she came and left, leaving the gifts behind
One that clicked me into rewind
For in the booklet lies memories I find
Back when we were still, young, carefree & blind

Today, something came in the mail
A brown envelope bearing my name
I charged at it and opened at will
It was a belated birthday gift all the same

This delivered present for me to keep
Sends me reeling, it touched me deep
For again she has made me flip
With her thoughful efforts & meaningful gifts

>

Ok, this fat lazy ass of mine makes me extremely lazy to update. Infact, I'm prepared to let this blog of mine wither away and die. But today is an exception.

Marini is an exception.

She just compels me to dedicate this rare entry of mine to her.

Rin, this one's for you!
Thank you so so much for the handmade gifts. It's such a nice surprise. It means alot to me knowing that you took that extra effort to scan and print those geeky primary school pictures in which you look just fine, as usual and i was with my pink plastic specs (as usual!). I can't believe you still have them till today! I'm proud to say that you still haven't lose your magic on self made cards.

And an Aishah CD to boot! We used to go gaga over Aishah when we were say, 13? So very kental nak mampos! Can you believe it that we went crazy over a female singer instead of the budak2 kental sluar labuh 4U2C? We made ourselves look like lesbians! Even at the point of typing this entry, Aishah's CD is playing in the background. Those were the days huh? *hearts*

So Miss Marini Musa, thank you once more for the lovely presents. I shall keep them to show my grandchildren what Aunty Marini has done for me. I could never express the right words to say how much your effort means to me but I hope this entry tells it all. Afterall, my blog is pretty famous you know! So that makes you famous too!

We shall catch up soon ok chicher? I miss you too...

Today is....

2006-06-12T09:46:00.000+08:00

My birthday!

I'm pathetic, I know. But i'll have a blast today!

Shag-a-Tag

2006-06-05T19:50:00.000+08:00

Aiyah. I've been tagged by that pesky Diah. Sibuk tau, kau. I feel very the malas to write an entry (yes, i admit that Diah is rite. I am lazy) but what the heck. Here goes.

3 schools I went to:
Qiaonan Primary School
Tampines Sec School
Temasek Polytechnic

3 things in my handbag:
My wallet
My Handphone
My House keys

3 things I do when I am stressed:
Lock myself in my room & cry
Call Hubby & whine
Call San & complain

3 places I go on a daily basis:
Bus stop. tampines central. the loo.

3 favourite fruits:
Watermelon, strawberries, mango

3 names I go by:
You sure you want 3? I go by many names! Nak hidup beb.
Mizzy, Nur, Dil (and Dillah, Adelia, Mrs Izwan, Mem Besar and B)

3 of my favourite food:
Bubur Ikan from Kampung chai chee with lots & lots of chilli padi.
Fish slice soup at Liang Seah Street with lots & lots of chilli padi.
KFC's finger licking good fried chickens with NO chilli padi please.

3 things I am wearing right now:
My wedding ring
My watch
My favourite pink undies. heh.

Who is in the house with me?
I'm all alone baby..

Who am I thinking of right now?
Wan

Who did I last talk to on the phone?
Wan

Who do I sit with during my 5th period in class?
I cannot remember lah. Long time never go to school.

Who was the last person I uttered 'love' to?
Mr Izwan, of course

Who do I wish I am with right now?
No one

Who gets on my nerves most in school?
teachers who tried to act garang

Where is my phone?
Within reach

Where do I sleep?
On my bed lah, where else?!

Where is the place I took a ride to?
errm.. tampines mall?

What was the last thing I ate?
Nasi Lemak

What colour shirt am I wearing?
White top

What is the closest item to me that is blue?
Wan's blue checkered boxers. Forgive me, my husband.

What do I like most about school?
School holidays!

What is my favourite colour?
Duh. It's pink

What do I wear most often, jeans or shorts?
Jeans.

What was the last movie I watched?
X-Men III

When did I start school?
Erm... 1984/5?

When did I last go to the mall?
Yesterday

When did I last burn something?
Erm, i cannot remember . (eh, bila lah nak habis?!)

3 bloggers to do this:
Aahhhh finally. Now, who will be my victims? But wait! I doubt anybody reads this basi blog. Oh well... here goes:
Estana- I know you still read my blog.
Lina - Hah. I hope you still read my blog
Marlisa - I hope you still kepo2 at this basi blog & i hope you still have not popped!

Ok, finito.

Good Ol' Manja

2006-05-27T13:49:00.000+08:00

Finally! Some quiet time to update on a peaceful Saturday morning, on a weekend with no weddings/engagements/cukur rambuts/kenduris/birthdays invitation. Pardon the lack of updates.

Who would have guessed that the good ppl at Manja reads my blog too? And just when I really thought that my wedding has gone from basi to forgotten like yesterday's cupcake, this appeared in Manja's latest wedding supplement.

Whoa... the 4 page feature is overwhelming, I tell you, considering Manja's high readership! I received emails, phonecalls & SMSes even before I had the opportunity to get my hands on the mag. Cinta Pandang Pertama, Baby? heh.

Ok now that the final instalment is up and running, it's time to move on. The wedding daze is officially over!

GASP

2006-04-06T13:47:00.000+08:00

Just when I tot my wedding has turned so very basi, these appeared!

It's truly an honour to grace the cover of this magazine. It's not everyday you see your face on a magazine cover or in the newspaper. And my wedding photo summore. It feels real sweet to see both my name and hubby's in print. Together. This is better than chocolate :D

My Girly Pink February Wedding

2006-03-06T13:30:00.000+08:00

I'm back! And I have one thing to say: I'm in love. I love my husband. I love my family. I love my in laws. I love my baby pink wedding. And best of all, I love being married! Love it love it love it! Absolutely. Married life is kinda cool.

And I wish i relive the moments of my wedding. I gush about it even till today. Alhamdullilah, everything went smoothly, with minimal glitches. All the planning, the effort, the headaches, the arguments, the tears in preparing for my wedding was so worth it. It might not be a grand, glitzy wedding, but in my eyes, it was my very own fairytale wedding.

So for those who has been waiting to feast your eyes on some of my wedding pics, you may go ahead now! My pinky wedding! I loike!

Friday Nite (170206)

Took advantage of mum's collection of clothes to pose here and there.

My Nikah (180206)

The Bridal Chamber

My bulu-bulu bantal with the rest of the bulus. I loike!

Just us

Termenung sekejap

Kadi Hassan Salim

Signing my life to the one I love

Spot the solitaire baby!

Nikah-ed by my father. Touching moment.

Yeay, da halal!

Wif my family

My Sanding (190206)

The pinkos

My fav shot!

With his family

My fav candid moment

And lookit! Look who came to my wedding! Celebrated bloggers makcik Diah and sweet as honey Mystique! Thanks for gracing my wedding girls and thank you for the cheap publicity on your respective celebrated blogs!! Saya suka!!

Banyak kan gambar aku? I have 3 wedding albums, mind you. It's a hassle to lug em ard.

Special thanks to:

-Aidah Bridal aka my mother for making me gorgeous! Thank you Umi!

- Decorama for transforming my wedding hall into a burst of pinkness, with such a huge magnificent stage! Lovely! Esp to Kak Ema for her magic touch and who was last seen climbing on my bed to fix up the bridal chamber. I love everybit of it!

- Mr Vincent for the beautiful and grand tentage. I LOVE the scallops and fans! It makes the entire wedding hall look so sweet, grand and girly! I almost fainted. Too bad i didnt get to take a full pic.

- Mama Kadir Diva for the food on Sat & Sun. Heard it was damn good. Too bad I didnt get to eat much.

- Photographers cik Zain & Farhat for the wedding shots. Saya suka sekali!

- R&I Entertainment, kak hani & abg Zul for playing my songs and for making me realized that I have chosen my dream DJ! You guys were great! I made the rite choice.

- Everlasting Video (wic i am still waiting for my wedding video)

- Farhana the babe for the huge poster at recep table.

And also a big thank you to all my relatives and friends who came, helped and turned my wedding into a memorable one.

But most of all, I would like to say thank you to my mother. Yes, my pretty mother who was clad in pinkness on my sanding day. My mother who made my wedding possible. When she was dolling me up for my nikah, I felt an overwhelming rush of love and gratitude for this woman, that I had to fight my tears. This is the same woman who went to and fro KL so that I have something new to wear on my wedding day. The same woman who shared my tears, anger & frustrations in preparing for my wedding. The woman who was the backbone of the my wedding planning process. Nothing I do could ever repay her. Ever. Thank you Umi. *sniffs*

Ok now. enough.

So long folks! In the mean time, jgn kacau kita hor!

PS: Diah gatal, mana kau tau aku pakai pink lingerie? Chet.

2006-03-03T12:20:00.000+08:00

Due to overwhelming requests and my prior promise to a certain blogger, pictures will be up soon. Sabar ye!

The Final Lap

2006-02-13T11:56:00.000+08:00

Heya. Has anything changed since I left blogkingdom? How long has it been since I lost my desire to blog? Three, four months maybe? I still think that life aside from blogging thrives though. But this entry is an exception because this entry is long overdue. Because this entry is about me getting married!

I am just days away from the biggest day of my life. Just thinking about it sets my heart racing faster than a racing car. Okay, that's corny. But since I am the bride to be here, I guess I'm excused. I am merely days away from switching my status from a swinging singleton to a smug Mrs Izwan Ali. Just days away from going thru the matrimonial rites to marry the love of my life *heart beats faster*

At this point, everything is pretty much settled. The preceding madness of preparing and planning for my wedding has ceased. Wedding favours are here, invitation cards distributed, honeymoon booked, catering menu & DJ songlist finalised, wedding hall booked, dulang hantarans done up etc etc The bridal chamber is *almost* ready, awaiting the decor people to do their magic. I have one more spa session to attend afterwhich I will be ready to be henna-ed. Oh my GOD! I am really getting married. In this final lap, I pray that everything will go smoothly, insyaAllah.

It feels surreal typing this entry. Kinda like zero-gravity mode. Like someone just switched on the lights in a room of my life and I am standing at the doorway. Who would have thought I would end up with him?

You know, back when I was a child, I often wondered who will be my husband, how he will look like (gatalkan aku? Kecik2 da mentel). All through my post break-up days where I kept meeting one wrong dude after another, I wondered if i would ever meet him. But this tiny voice within told me that he was somewhere, out there. Just that I havent found him yet.

Then I met Wan.

And I didn't like him! Hah! I didn't follow local dramas, let alone Bara. I only recalled them taking up space in my school for filming a drama to supposedly portray poly students' life (i scoff abt it till today. Wan will never hear the end of this from me!). And I certainly didn't like him the moment I laid eyes on him on that blisteringly hot afternoon, at a crowded bus stop.

So a year later when Lis mentioned some Izwan Ali will be joining us for dinner, I went, 'Izwan who??' Honest to God, I couldnt even put a face to that name. But he turned up when he almost couldnt make it. We obviously didnt hit it off on the right foot. I was giving him such a hard time probably because of my distaste for Bara and it's posse. I was loud, sarcastic,skeptical and cynical. I mean, seriously, i'm a nice girl. Really. But i didn't know why when it came to him, i made it a point to poke fun at him and drove him *almost* to the brink of insanity. Which also brought me to wonder why in God's name was he still calling me time & again?

But you know what? As fate have put it into place, i gave him a try. And found out that he was everything I never knew I always wanted. Tu lah, cakap mak tak nak dengar. Benci konon, in the end nak kawin jugak! When he blurted that he 'so wanna marry me' after 4 months of courtship, it took my breath away. Literally (I choked on my fries).

And so 2 years later, here I am, typing this entry, standing poised at the brink, about to take a giant step forward. I am waiting to be married to the person whom i had least expected to be married to, Mr Izwan Ali himself - a tv has been but still a famous celebrity in my eyes. The most down to earth, humble man I have ever known. The one person who knows me better than...myself! Even when my world was tearing apart at the seams like nobody's business, he made it his business to make me laugh. It's funny how from simple, even hilarious things, the best things begin. Its funny how the one person who you were uncertain about turned out to be the best you ever had.

And afterall that we have been thru, God willing, I still want to marry him (and him to me. heh). I guess I have always known, despite the look-at-me-and-i'll-bash-you-up look i threw at him on that fateful hot afternoon, that he is the one.

Wan, you maybe be one buncit boy but i still lup u deep deep hokay!

Gawd, how the hell did i turn into such a mush? teary eyed, mushy, hopeless romantic syndrome is inherent in all bride to bes (read: minah kahwin-kahwin). So once again, I shalt be excused.

Baby, I'll see you this saturday, in my purest of white outfit ...

Wish me luck people. I'm getting married :D

INACTIVE. PERIOD.

2005-12-03T11:49:00.000+08:00

Yes, I will be far away from the blogging world for now. My passion to pen thoughts and publish my writing for the adoring public has long sizzled. The flame is dying. Of late, I'd rather let myself read my own writings. But in a nutshell, this blogger is simply MALAS (read: plain lazy).

I have come to realize that there is life aside from blogging. Going thru the motions of wedding preps and daily work routines, coupled with some fun, ups and downs, I have come to enjoy life without a blog. So as I do a little jig of the blogging swan song, I bid farewell to all those who has touched my life in the blogging world, one way or another.

Saya sungguh terharu kerana sepermergian saya dari blog ini, ada juga yang melawati blog yang tidak seberapa ini dan menanti kepulangan saya. Saya juga terkilan kerana ada juga yang datang dengan niat yang tidak baik dan melemparkan kata-kata yang boleh menyakitkan hati saya & orang lain. Tapi ini lumrah hidop. Eh, Siti Nurhaliza pun kena fitnah jugak pe!

Im just tired of blogging. To all fellow bloggers and friends, good luck to all of you in watever you do lah! If you need me, you know how to reach me. Ta-ta!!

QUICK UPDATE

2005-10-28T08:43:00.000+08:00

To my ardent fans *heh*: So sorry for being missing in action but I'm super duper busy and my days are often filled to the brim. Work and the wedding preps are my daily routine now and Im feeling so bummed out. Sapa yang da kawin tu paham2 aje lah. Yang belum nak kahwin tu nanti korang experience yourself lah! I have no idea when I could find time to update but will try my darnest best. So till my next entry (if there ever is), I want to wish all muslim bloggers Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir & Batin. Have a fun and blessed Syawal, people.

PS: Thanks for the e-card Charm! You're the best!

ROCK HUNTING

2005-10-09T18:17:00.000+08:00

Taken from an article at styleweddings.com

"Thou shalt observe the 4 Cs

The diamond, a symbol of eternity, has been used on wedding bands since the 1300s. Its colour and clarity remain constant and last forever, representing an eternal commitment to each other.

Always remember the 4Cs when choosing a diamond - Colour, Clarity, Cut and Carat. The best rule of thumb is to always find an optimum combination for your budget. Always get a diamond that is certified by worldwide-recognised authority such as GIA, HRD or AGS.

When getting a solitaire as an engagement ring, choose one that is as colourless as possible, and thus able to have more scintillation and brilliance. In other words, it will give off a blinding shine.

The more common diamond shapes for engagement rings are the round brilliant and the princess cut. A thinner shank (band) accentuates the diamond more, and the classic setting for the diamond is a 6-prong.

As an engagement ring carries a huge and priceless sentimental significance, you should never scrimp when buying a ring for your loved one. But don't go broke in the process. According to Sandra, a rough gauge is about two to three times your monthly salary. However, what matters most in the end is the quality of the diamond and the design of the ring."

I found it! It was practically love at first sight! I hope my fickleness will not interfere again. *skips to jewellery store*

FAST GAME

2005-10-08T23:12:00.000+08:00

Ok, just a quickie. My first week of Ramadhan was pretty trying. I had Chinese colleagues walking around the entire office with chicken wings in their hands. 3 boxes of pizzas were delivered to the office for some reasons unfathomable (probably to torture unsuspecting muslim employees who were trying real hard to hang onto the edge of starvation). The smell was really 'unbearable'. The company's self declared 'Fruits Day' was also held during the week, with an array of fruits and Yakults (Yakults! My favourite! Arghhh!). My boss bought snacks enough to feed an army of rats. And all the time, my non muslim colleagues were feeding their faces with food food food.

COBAAN....

And work is just C-R-A-Z-Y. Im frazzled. It just keeps coming and coming and coming. My long weekend off will be filled with plans and preps for the wedding. It's really crazy and I am one kancheong bride to be. *breathes in*. The fiance is not making things any better. Had just ended a half hour phonecall with Wan, with me screaming and screaming into the phone about some wedding plans which were not turning out right. Poor Wan, I didn't think he knows what hit him.

This must be a sign that my PMS is here.

I have to go. I am not done with screaming though.

PS: Chikine, will do that tag thing another time, k? I am tired now. Heart, mind and soul. I need to crash hard onto something soft. Ciao.

2005-09-26T20:16:00.000+08:00

Today was a much better day. Infact, I was surprised at how I sailed through the day without Monday blues. I would like to believe that I have good instincts about myself. For instance, at the start of the previous week I predicted that it would be a horrible week for me and I was right. I was down with menstrual cramps, bouts of headaches, flu and nausea all week long. Today, i have a damn good feeling but I couldnt quite put my finger on it. Oh well, I hope my gut feeling is right.

Wan said that when I make certain faces, I look like his mum. I don't know if I should laugh or feel flattered. He promised to show me his mum's younger pics. Hah! It's no wonder that people kept mistaking me as her daughter and Wan & me as siblings.

I've got so many issues to blog about. So many people to bitch about but somehow, I'm having a blogger's block. Does that make sense? With the Ramadhan just around the corner, Hari Raya festivities and having to face the onslaught of the neverending wedding preps, I am going to be one super duper busy girl - and worn out too. *gulps*

H-E-L-P

So please please don't threaten me with a butcher's knife if I hardly update. Please, hor?

(FLAM) BOUYANT

2005-09-25T12:48:00.000+08:00

Lately, I feel like a little yacht sailing on rough seas. I feel as if I am being heaved and thrown about, living in uncertainty, not knowing when the next wave might hit me. I feel un-anchored (if there is such a word). My purposeless life is headed to nowhere. I do not feel rooted to the ground, neither to I have a sensible plan mapped out ahead. And it is not my fault. Really. Amidst the chaos surrounding my life, I feel like a total joke. I need a sense of direction. I desperately need it while I am hanging on to the thinnest thread of my remaining sanity. No, I do not feel depressed but the daily implications of my current state is slowly culminating, forming bile-like sensations deep within me.

Oops, sorry for the outpour. But it's my blog wat! Why the hell am i apologizing?

Saw some kind of tag-game going on in blogs I happen to read. Hope to God that nobody tags me. Because my list won't even reach 3. I am THAT boring.

2005-09-19T10:03:00.000+08:00

cranky, pissy, broody= Me

Do not disturb: PMS at work

CINEMA UNDER STAR LIGHTS

2005-09-11T20:34:00.000+08:00

I got my hands on the tickets!

*hyperventilates*

YAYNESSS!!!!

2005-09-08T12:32:00.000+08:00

I am deliriously ecstatic at the moment because.... I've just won those Nokia Starlight Cinema tickets!! I was listening to Power 98 when the DJ posed a question: How many percent of women takes only weeks to think before dumping a guy? So I plucked a figure from the sky and SMSed 55%. And the next thing i know, Mario was calling me on my mobile! Turned out, the correct answer was 54%! Yay!!!

He didnt have time to record our conversation so he told me that we were going on air now. Man, I didnt even have time to react! So in the end, I didnt get to hear my sickening voice on air, which is okay since it is sickening.

Mario asked if I had ever dumped a guy before and why. So I replied, "Yep, he was in NS and I didnt want to waste my time with him!" He cracked up man. Wahahaha!! And from then on, he called me a wicked, wicked girl! But I don't mind being wicked as long as I get my hands on those tickets!

And now I cant stop smiling like an idiot. You made my day POWER 98FM!! Good day people! *smiles like a goon*

2005-09-08T09:32:00.000+08:00

While I was alighting the bus early this morning, I noticed an elderly couple getting down the same bus as me. They were right infront of me. I saw the old man holding his fragile looking wife's hand as she slowly descended from the bus. Something about the gesture touched me.

I wonder if my husband will hold my hand when I'm shrivelled like a prune. I wonder if he would still hold me even when my breasts has sagged to the floor. Will he clean me up if I get too helpless to clean myself up? Will he sit and smile while i ramble like an old battle axe in my senility? I wonder if either one of us will still be around when we are old and feeble.

Just some thoughts this morning. The cold gloomy weather is really getting to me. Bleargh.

HASLINA'S BIG DAY

2005-09-04T18:15:00.000+08:00

One of my buddies ended her singlehood status this weekend. My shopping kaki, my lepak buddy, my gossip partner, my travel mate etc etc.. Congratulations Haslina & Shadick... And Selamat Pengantin Baru *gelek macam Saloma*

I held her hand while she cried during her nikah ceremony, in those last few moments before being ijab-kabul-ed. When she cried, I felt like crying too. I may not exactly feel how she was feeling but I understood how sacred & precious those moments are. I could rougly guess the thoughts running through her mind. But when my time comes, I guess I'll be an emotional wreck too.

Anyway, happy thoughts now! Below are pics taken during the wedding affair.

Saturday: Solemnization Ceremony

Cupcakes by jetaime aka ayu!

Sunday: Sanding

Congratulations Minah! Selamat Pengantin Baru, Selamat Ber-honeymooning, Selamat Ber-making babies. Sumer nye selamat lah! Darn, I should have said that in your video speech instead of giving an old skool, lame-ass, pakcik dulu-dulu ucapan! Kental! I'll see you & your, erm, husband when you get back from your Bali rendezvous!

Mon blog est Français allant aujourd'hui

2005-08-25T14:33:00.000+08:00

Je me sens comme la merde aujourd'hui. Honnêtement, je suis si malade des préparations de mariage. Il me donne un mal de tête. Il me vidange. Et le mariage n'est pas égal n'importe où près. Je souhaite que je pourrais elope ainsi je ne dois pas passer par les préparations agitées et folles de mariage. Je souhaite que je sois assez riche pour engager un planificateur de mariage prendre soin de mes plans de mariage. Ce qui fait ce difficile est que j'ai tant de parties à traiter. Je souhaite que la vie soit simple.

2005-08-25T09:12:00.000+08:00

'' ..at every moment of our lives,we all have one foot in a fairytale and the other in the abyss..." - Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes.

UPDATE

2005-08-19T17:06:00.000+08:00

Finally an update. Thank you for the well wishes and get well soon comments.I'm OK. However, i've been feeling disoriented lately, probably due to insufficient sleep and rest. And when i sleep, i was plagued with disturbing, dreams which lingered for an hour even after i awoke. In one of the dreams, i was locked in the office in the middle of the night and there was a changeling in the form of an ang moh woman who was trying to harm me! Now as I am typing this, i feel like bursting out laughing. Could it be related to the ongoing Hungry Ghost Festival? Or could it be due to too much of watching Incredible Tales? I don't know. I think these dreams are partly due to manifestations of my dark thoughts of fear, anxiety and quiet distress lately. Planning for a wedding whilst working and coupled with some part time money-making can create quite a number on me.

But what the heck! The clock has struck 5 which spells TGIF! Before the bedlam kicks into the office next week, I'd better enjoy my precious weekend.

AACHOOOOO!!

2005-08-14T11:17:00.000+08:00

Looks like I've caught the flu bug again. My nose is leaking like a tap and I'm buried with soiled tissues. Soiled with my mucus. I'm sneezing continuously and I'm finding it to be so absolutely irritating. And I have to work tomorrow. Bummer. Boo.

Anyhow, dinner at Ambrosia the other evening proved to be the most anticipated and joyous revelation for all of us. Congratulations Wahidah! You have proven to me that patience will be rewarded. Now please take good care of your health and insyaAllah, everything will flow smoothly. And please, no more laughing like a hyena. I'm so happy for you wak!

PS: Thanks for the dinner treat yesterday Wan. Me lup you very much *blows nose*

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL

2005-08-10T22:31:00.000+08:00

Someone from the past dedicated this song to me, quite unexpectedly. And now I am diggin' this number. It's called You're Beautiful by James Blunt. And it's truly a beautiful one. I'm drifting off to sleep with the soulful melody playing over and over again in my head... and reminiscing the past.

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

INDEPENDENCE DAY

2005-08-08T21:20:00.000+08:00

Earlier today, I overheard a conversation between the receptionist and the cleaner in my office. The recep was reading the papers about a hit and run driver and was telling the cleaner about it.

Recep: ... he knocked the man down and then drove away.
Cleaner: What race is the driver? (Is that important anyway?)
Recep: Malay
Cleaner: Haiyah... why always Malay arr? Dunno why these Malays are like that.. (WTF?? You mean Chinese/Indians/Eurasians are damn good drivers with excellent hit and run skills? What does one has to do with the other? Did she actually know what she was talking about?)

It pissed me off to listen to that comment, especially when i was within good hearing distance. Lately, I have been reading too many insulting remarks about my own race, the latest being some racist muthafucker who had cowardly blogspewed some really racist remarks on Malay-Muslims. However enraged I am, I still keep my cool and so does the people I spoke to. But the question is, for how long?

How long do we have to feel oppressed? Oh come on, everybody knows of the unofficial racism that looms like an obstacle, hindering our journey to success. Ok, I'm not pure Malay, but as long as you speak Malay and not Mandarin, you'll be automatically ostracized, sanctioned and disadvantaged. Job seekers would attest to the fact that racial discrimination exists in the form of preference for applicants who are bilingual in English and Mandarin. Even for a simple admin post. For the longest time, I had seen a distinct line drawn in racial standings and now, it has become far too obvious to ignore.

Welcome to ~~Shittypore~~ ~~Chinapore~~ Singapore, the land of the unforgiving. The land where racial harmony is strongly advocated in the minds of the young, only to grow up twisted like the racist fellow mentioned above. The land where warped government conspiracies exist. The land where foreign talents are more welcomed than locals'. The land of Chinese take-over. Honestly, I am getting sick of the ching chong funs i hear and see each day.

There is a limit that one can take. I am afraid that our 'oppression' would trigger a series of racial outbursts which would not paint a pretty picture. It would be rather ugly. You wouldn't want history to repeat itself, would you?

With all that has been said and done, do you think I feel patriotic enough to celebrate the nation's birthday? You bet I don't. I'm only game on the fireworks- I want to see my taxes being put to good use, for once.

SHIT

2005-08-05T23:04:00.000+08:00

We all get some shit in our life don't we? Well, this is my shit. I hope they don't start coming out of my ears. I'm so tired.

Welcome To My Life

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like

- Simple Plan

SOMEBODY SPANK ME

2005-08-01T20:04:00.000+08:00

Yes, spank me please. And spank my butt hard because I have been very very bad to myself. Last week, I splurged on these items, without giving mercy to my cash-stricken wallet.

And look what I spent on today?

Fox tops! I can't help myself! The sale is just too cheap to be true.

I have a love-hate relationship with my loot now. And each time i gaze at them, I feel extremely guilty yet at the same time, I get a nice pleasurable feeling. I am so gila. I.am.a.pathological.spendthrift. Now tell me, how the hell do i eradicate this habit? A little indulgence is perfectly fine but an overdose of it will render me broke, especially when I need to save the moolahs. Wan doesnt know about this - yet. Once he does, you'll hear the hard spankings on my perky rear, all the way from wherever you may be.

Help!

SUNDAY

2005-07-31T13:10:00.000+08:00

I'm loving these thingies in my room at the moment

My Hello Kitty bedroom slippers. Cute. Pink. Comfy. Sweetness...

Retro-fied Ikea storage boxes. Coolness... Im using it to dump the dulang gifts I had bought so far and from the looks of it, I might need more of it. Ikea's having sale so I'm heading there again. Soon I hope.

Meanwhile, on the homefront. My house will be under-sieged in a couple of hours as the makciks will be convening here to discuss the wedding arrangements. Time for some delegations!

THE WEEKEND CROWD

2005-07-31T12:40:00.000+08:00

I realized today that I hate shopping with the weekend crowd, especially when the malls are thronged with the masses.

I realized the crowd make me feel uncomfortable and uneasy in carrying out my favourite pastime - shopping. I cannot shop in peace with the jostling. I walk too slow because some auntie with her gang of bratty kids are in my way. I get impatient with the slow moving crowd. I cannot deliberate. I just feel suffocated (read: rimas). It gets worse when I'm PMS-ing.

These days, I prefer to shop during weekdays or a week night. At least i could still have some breathing space. I could still deliberate. Shopping malls are becoming too crowded in weekends, infested by young punks who do nothing but breathe in my share of oxygen. Menyibuk aje. I'm avoiding the malls during weekends unless i have a very good reason to be there.

Oh btw, Fox is having a 50% storewide discount! Yayness!! *Breaks free from Wan's restrictive arms*

VIRGIN

2005-07-30T09:52:00.000+08:00

I'm a spa virgin. Really. Don't laugh. In the entire twenty-something years of my life, I have never stepped into a spa and pampered myself. Even when my back ache, I hunt my mum down for a quick massage. Or in dire times, I'll do it myself, hoping hard my hands could suddenly turn elastic and reach all the way to my back. I have been a bad girl to myself.

And now with the wedding coming up, I think it's about time i go lax and pamper myself. Wayan Retreat Balinese Spa seems to be a hot favourite amongst brides-to-be and I do get hot and cold reviews about this place. Nevertheless, I'm game to try it out but of course, I'll drag one of my girlfriends with me. Still, the idea of, erm, shedding your clothes off for a body massage still unnerves me. Really.

PEEESED OFF!

2005-07-29T00:52:00.000+08:00

I'm royally pissed. I am mad. No, I am incensed. No, I am seething with uncontrollable rage. I want to punch somebody. Unfortunately, the thing that was making me lose it is a mechanically challenged camera!

I have the right to be furious. This is the second time in two months that it has gone postal on me. And after 2 repairs on two different occasions, it had died on me again! I'm am super pissed. My poor dad had sent and collected the damn thing twice at its only repair centre in the entire island, travelling from east to west. Twice. So how can I not sit here and fume till smoke comes out of my ears? I feel like flinging the damn thing across my room. I paid close to a grand for it, used it for a little over a year and right after the warranty period, it went bonkers on me (how convenient).

Now what? WHAT?! I hate Pentax! Bodoh punye camera. Menyusahkan hidup aku!

NEW LOOK. FINALLY

2005-07-28T12:15:00.000+08:00

Brand new skin. Brand new colour. The tagboard's gone and I'm already missing it. I can't seem to put up the tagboard in this new skin, somehow. It doesn't run well with IE but it looks perfectly fine in Mozilla. Oh, well.. takde jodoh agaknya. I have decided to put up haloscan below though.

Still waiting for the new look to inspire me to write an entry. Wait a minute, i already did. But this blogger block lingers, forming a huge obstacle to my success in writing a nice new entry.

Crap. Will be back.

HIATUS

2005-07-12T20:31:00.000+08:00

I feel so absolutely MALAS (read: lazy) to blog. I have issues, ideas, comments, thoughts coming out of my ears and half a mind to blog about them. But, well, I is the malas girl. And looks like the malas disease will be prolonged for the longest time. Am i making sense? I don't know. But I'm leaving. For how long? I don't know. Maybe forever. I do not know. Goodbye bloggedies!

WAY TO FALL

2005-07-01T10:58:00.000+08:00

by Starsailor

Son
You've got a way to fall
They'll tell you where to go
But they won't know

Son
You'd better take it all
They'll tell you what they know
But they won't show

Oh
I've got something in my throat
I need to be alone
While I suffer

Son
You've got a way to kill
They're picking on you still
But they don't know

Son
You'd better wait to shine
They'll tell you what is yours
But they'll take mine

Oh
I've got something in my throat
I need to be alone
While I suffer

Oh
There's a hole inside my boat
And I need stay afloat
For the summer
Long

Oh
I've got something in my throat
I need to be alone
While I suffer

Oh
There's a hole inside my boat
And I need stay afloat
For the summer

Son
You've got to wait to fall
They'll tell you where to go
But they won't know

MOVIE MANIA

2005-06-30T18:27:00.000+08:00

Movie agenda this month. All lined up nicely. Wan, be prepared to go broke.

BURST-DAY DINNER

2005-06-26T10:23:00.000+08:00

I thought of going down to Bugis to just 'walk-walk, see-see' and i ended up splurging on these accessories.

The ubiquitous sale signs and the shop till you drop spirit was just too infectious. It crushes my willpower into smithereens and corrupts my spending morals. This is bad.

Ok Mizzy, you have to buck up. You have to save up Mizzy! Save money! Think about the wedding. The wedding. THINK ABOUT THE WEDDING MIZZAAYYYY! *feels bad now* :'(

After the shopping, i waited for my family at Royal Plaza on Scotts for a combined birthday dinner for umi and me at Cafe Vienna. And that was when i had this bimbo moment, you wouldnt believe.

I hurried into the washroom (high tide lah katakan), wondering why it was empty. But i went ahead to pee and emerged from the cubicle to wash my hands. There was a malay pakcik in a red t-shirt at the sink. Oh shit!

I was in the Gents!! Oh my bloody F#%@!!

The Malay pakcik looked at me and said in English, "Miss, this is the gents". So i replied in my best American twang, "Oh really? I am embarrased" and scurried to leave the washroom! Oh my Gawwd! My face burnt so hot, i looked like a tomato. Feeling the need to appear conspicuos just in case i bump into that red shirted pakcik again, i found a plush sofa at the lobby and sat down, hoping it would swallow me whole. And then, another outrageous thing happened.

I saw this Italian-looking man at the lobby keeping his eyes on me. Now don't you start imagining gorgeous Italian men ala Inzaghi look alike. This one's old. Say, in his late fifties? My parents were late and so i ended up waiting for close to half an hour. When i saw my dad and bro entering the lobby, i picked up my shopping bags and started to get up. I was a few steps away from my dad and bro when that old Italian pervert tapped me and asked, "Hey there, do you mind if i buy you a drink?".

And my bro and dad heard it, loud and clear! Oh F#@% again! And i turned tomato red once more. Imagine being picked up by an old man, infront of your father? Oh God, please let me die.

I wouldnt mind if he's young and rich though.

Anyway, here are the pics as evidence that we turned into insatiable pigs the moment we stepped into Cafe Vienna. Digicam, no. Handphone camera, yes. Too bad Wan just got off his shift and was too tired to join. Rugi besar!

My dad's lousy camera phone is of poor quality. But mine's better!

And ni lah bila dah kenyang macam babi. Buruk!

HAPPY BURSTDAY UMI!

2005-06-24T20:14:00.000+08:00

From your lovely daughter who still remembers
(She has no idea how famous she is on the net)

LAZY SUNDAY

2005-06-19T13:10:00.000+08:00

Wan's working today and I have, surprisingly, no wedding invitations. Besides, who wants to step out of the house on this swelteringly hot Sunday afternoon? Ugh. I feel sticky already.

I was watching the Malaysian Idol auditions on TV3 with my brother earlier and had a good time rolling with laughter at the antics of these Idol wannabes. And at Roslan's attempts to speak English but sounding Malay. I wish i could let you hear my imitation of him! LOL! It was sure some good Sunday morning entertainment. *rolls around lazily*

Oh, by the way, a shout out to my god-daughter Fizzie on her first birthday! It was two days ago but akak Mizzy busy lah babe! Hope you love the funky strappies I bought for you. And no pictures taken at her birthday bash yesterday because the damn digicam is down. Again. Oh, i forgot, Fizzie won't be reading this. She hasnt learnt how to talk sensibly, let alone her ABCs. Her mother will.

Anyway, I have been receiving requests to put up my tagboard or comment box again. I have been contemplating but i guess the answer is still a no. Because like Diah, i cannot afford to have one because a) I am a busy girl b) And when Im busy, i'll have no time to respond to those kindly and sometimes not so kindly tags/comments and lastly c) when i don't respond, i'll appear rude. And i'm definitely not rude. I'm a nice, sweet girl. I am. *smiles sweetly* Ok enuff. Right now, my email's still working ya.

One last thing before i go 'sort my dirty laundry' ala Desperate Housewives on this blisteringly hot Sunday: any of you know where I can get a professionally sketched portrait of myself? Preferably in pencil/watercolour and get it framed up as well? If you have contacts or details, do email me either at coolwater0079@gmail.com or at the email add below (see, i have another spare email add to make up for the missing tagboard). Help me please yah! I'm quite the desperate housewife, er, wife-to-be! Thank you!

Okay, now back to my laundry.

TO THE NINE WEST MINAHS

2005-06-16T16:54:00.000+08:00

To the minah of a salegirl (and generally to all the bloody minahs working at the blasted boutique): DO NOT underestimate the power of my blog.

WHAT THE FUCK?

2005-06-13T20:22:00.000+08:00

I had been eyeing that pink bag from Nine West for a few days now. So earlier, i made a quick trip to the boutique at Wisma. I had specifically asked the Malay salesgirl for a new piece. She gave me a new one to inspect before proceeding with my purchase. I remembered telling her, "I'll take this new one" and handed her the new item. She nodded and brought the bag to the counter to check out and pack. And took a hell of a long time to process such a simple payment. What perplexed me was, why did it take 5 salesgirls to pack just one bag?

When i left the boutique, i felt unsettled. So i parked myself near a corner in Wisma Atria, took the bag out and inspected it again. And guess what? There were obvious stains on the white strap and lots of scratches on the buckle! And to make things worse, i recognized the bag i held in my hands as the one on display, not the new piece i had requested!

I marched back to the store and asked the same stupid salesgirl that i had requested for a new piece. The one that was in the paperbag had lots of stains.

So i said, "I want it exchanged for a new piece". She nodded, took the bag from me and went to the store room. Then, the next thing i saw, as i took a sneak peak into the store room, made my blood go upstairs.

I saw her and a few other colleagues taking out a cloth and rubbing the stains off!!

WHAT THE FUCK!!?? I also noticed the display bag had been changed to a new bag - the new piece that i had requested! WTF!!!

I called that stupid bitch and pointed to the new display bag, "Isnt this the new piece i had asked for earlier?"

She had the nerve to nod her bloody head!

I exclaimed, "What the hell is going on? You can tell your colleague to stop rubbing that bag. I want this new piece" and I pointed to the brand new bag, tag and all, "i want it NOW".

By then, i was so fucking pissed and appalled at their fucking service so i thrusted my Nine West paperbag at her face and demanded her to fill that bag in front of me.

She did so and i left in a huff, vowing never to step in there again. They were lucky that i had a splitting headache eversince i woke up this morning or i would have demanded to see their manager. What the fuck were they trying to do? Is it that complex to understand that I wanted a new piece, not an old one, with its stains wiped away? Why deliberately changed my bag to the display bag without my knowledge? Why cheat a customer in such a despicable manner?

In addition to this, i realized that Nine West's sale staff were unapproachable and unfriendly right from the beginning. how the hell did they get themselves employed into the service line in the first place? This has got to be one of my worst shopping experience ever.

Even at the point of writing, im still fucking angry!!! You give bad service, you get bad feedback. My social networks have been alerted & warned. Next on the list, a strongly worded email to Nine West's management.

So word of caution bloggers, do check your merchandise after leaving the store. yes, even boutiques cheat. At least the staff at Nine West, Wisma Atria does.

2005-06-12T11:13:00.000+08:00

Oh, and yeah, Selamat Pengantin Baru to two familiar names in the blogworld, Charm & MissJayz! I'm sorry for not being able to attend your weddings because it seems that my fiance has planned his own agenda for me today. So from next year onwards, it will be Happy Birthday for me & Happy Anniversary for you guys on the 12th of June! Now we have something in common!

ADVANCE TREAT

2005-06-03T13:58:00.000+08:00

Last evening was lovely, girls. We should do this more often. Unfortunately, my birthday comes only once a year, so next year must belanja me again OK! And thanks for the advanced prezzies, i totally didnt expect them.

2005-05-31T21:41:00.000+08:00

Girls today are not exactly pretty. Make up, technology & a keen sense of fashion made them possible - my 'fren'

Actually, quite true lah!

WEDDING (IN) SANITY

2005-05-26T17:10:00.000+08:00

I have been thinking too much about my wedding lately. I need to remove this thinking cap before I permanently lose all my hair *gasps!* It dawned upon me that despite the dreamy illusion of wanting a grand, fairy tale wedding, I have to reluctantly set my feet to ground zero and snap back to reality. Earth to Mizzy.

Without a doubt, it is every girl's dream to have a wedding to remember. But then again, every girl will remember her wedding day, won't she? And this brings me to my point. I could engage the best services in town but the better they are, the more complacent they will be, making the best services not exactly the best anymore. I could invite half of Singapore to my wedding, but I will miss the chance to have quality time with the people who mattered most on my most important day. I could hold a lavish, extravagant wedding with all the works thrown in at the glitziest hotel in town, but I will be penniless by the end of it.

These are the things that swim in my head lately.

I'm trying to strike a balance here. I want a beautiful wedding. But beautiful to me is something pleasant & wonderful to my eyes, my heart, my soul and of course, on a reality jerking note, my pocket. I have a sense of respect & quiet admiration for brides who, despite their fame and apparent opulence, held low-key weddings, shared with loved ones & close friends. And I strive to be like them.

Ok, I admit that I am selfish cos I want the best of both worlds. I wish to have a nice wedding but I also desire the best for my life after the wedding. To me, this overshadows even the biggest, grandest, most lavish wedding. And this is where I need to strike a balance, both mentally & financially.

There won't be confetti throwing, no over-indulgence in wedding decor & settings, no 10 carat diamond rings and certainly no glam wedding at some glitzy hotel. I have stepped on solid ground. I can make do with a simple wedding. But hey, like any other minah kahwin-kahwin, I still want a wedding which will leave me dizzy with exhilaration! And i oh so want that decor setting. Which one? You shall see!

CONGRATS TYA!

2005-05-23T13:53:00.000+08:00

Heartiest congratulations to Awi and hubby on their nuptials yesterday!

I came a little late and missed Tya & hubster and apparently, a clan of bloggers too!! Tya's wedding turned out to be a mini congregation of bloggers. And to make things worse, there were no pictures taken as digicam is on week long MC. Anyhow, the satay was sedaaaaapppp!!!

Since digicam was missing in action, I kebas one pic of the gorgeous bride, courtesy of izadnhana. Jgn marah yer Kak Hana! Wait i buy you popcorn.

Congrats once again Awi & Rizal!
Sigh.. Dun you just love beautiful brides & beautiful weddings?

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY: MY BLOG & ME

2005-05-21T22:45:00.000+08:00

I realized that today marks my 1 year anniversary with my blog. Whoaaa just one year?! It felt like ages. Why did i set up this blog? I don't know.. to test it out and jump into the band wagon i guess. But anyhow, the blogworld is only an intangible realm in the cyberworld. It has been my platform to chronicle my life's episodes. Unfortunately, what seemed innocent, naive and sincere in the beginning had somehow turned murky in my eyes. In the space of 1 year, I had seen such animosity, jealousy and spite among bloggers who hide behind pseudo names. I had witnessed many blogwars, some of which had myself involved.

It perplexes me, yet, it humours me all the same.

Nevertheless, the blogworld has showed me some really nice, sincere bloggers who genuinely wants to be my friend. Some went all the way to help me, a total stranger whose blog she reads daily but nonetheless, a total stanger. Thank you all. I've rekindled lost relationships, formed new ones, all within this intangible space.

It's a funny world, this blogworld.

BB

2005-05-16T21:48:00.000+08:00

I have come up with some lovely pet name initials for my dahling Wan.

BB

Yep, that would, in lovin' good times, be Baby Bushuk for short. Or, it maybe replaced with equally mushy Baby Boy.

This however, as cirsumstances has called for, cannot go on when one's temper hits the roof. Thus, I have thought of a few others to compensate. In times of mild irritation, BB will be conveniently replaced with Buncit Boy. When anger gets the better of me, it will stand for Bontot Beruang. And when I am really, really pissed, Babi Bacin.

So there.

My BB.

Which one? Your guess.
Hint: I'm missing him alot at the moment :(

2005-05-15T12:47:00.000+08:00

Miss you guys.

TRULY, AN AMAZING RACE

2005-05-12T11:17:00.000+08:00

They deserved it. Every single cent of that cool one million bucks. It is not easy to find a partner who could work so well with each other. But Uchenna & Joyce shared that amazing element between them. When they begged the streets for money like that, i wondered how it would have been if it was in Singapore? They might just be spat at.

And where was Rob and Amber? Hah. They could have won the race if they hadnt resorted to underhanded, schemes and manipulative tactics. For the first time in the race, I saw the uber confident Rob looking beaten and defeated. That insolent smirk was wiped off from his face. My say? Bad karma.

But hey, at least they are getting free sponsorship and publicity for their wedding though. Lucky bastards. Wish some mediacorp producer would sponsor my wedding. But the fact is, I'm no popular star and my fiance is a 'has-been' guy from TV who has long retired from the glaring limelight.

POST BIRTHDAY REPORT

2005-05-07T08:00:00.000+08:00

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. In this case, through Wan's buncit stomach. And since i was so miserably broke, i decided to bake cookies for his birthday present.

But wait!

These are no ordinary cookies. I baked fortune cookies for him. In selected cookies, i inserted love messages. Some came in the form of love quotes from movies & Shakespeare's plays while the rest were free treats from me (like 'free back rub' or 'free bubble tea drink at a stall of your choice' etc. I'm cheapskate, i know) . I hope Wan doesnt eat those messages though.

But wait again! I made a card for him. Yeah, my handicraft skills were pretty rusty but nevertheless, I'm a proud girl when i handed over that card. I toiled and slaved over it for days but the end result? Very satisfying. Loved it.

And, on top of that, i made those Konyakku jellies he loved and craved so much. Am sweet or am i sweet? He finished 2 jellies in approximately 1 minute. Record breaking. Good thing he didn't choke on them.

And after all that has been said and done, it's nice to feel appreciated. He confessed that this cheapo gift is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for him. It's worth more than any material gifts i could ever present to him because it comes from the heart. The effort, time, labour, creative thinking and well, sweat sure means alot to him. Twas nice to see him gobble the jellies, munching on the cookies and raving on the card and all the effort i put in to make all these. Well bushuk, u have to admit that i make the best cookies, the nicest jellies and the most amazing and sincere card. Oh come on, admit it! And when you said that this gift really touches your heart and soul, it touched mine to hear that from you too.

I was quite apprehensive on how he will react to these handmade goodies. But i guess it was worth the effort afterall! But Wan, on your next birthday, when i am rid of the financial obligations to save up for a wedding, i will give you much more than just cookies and jellies. PROMISE. In the meantime, just enjoy the cookies which i had baked with lotsa love and sweat (human sweat makes better cookies! Really, go try it).

But right now, im pissed. My no good digicam has gone berserk! That damn bulky gadget just wouldnt start up! That explains the reason why i was not able to capture the snapshots of Wan's birthday. What a waste cos i'd love to put up the look on his face after swallowing 2 jellies in the space of 1 minute.

Damn! Damn! Damn! Don't ever buy Pentax cameras, lemme tell ya that. They're heavy and slow with lousy components. I seldom use the camera cos im not a camera whore. At least most of the time. I never mishandle it cos i am a gentle person who takes great care with extreme gentleness of such a delicate gadget. Been using it for less than 2 years and now it's spoilt, just when the warranty period is over! Argh!

And they have only one service centre, located at the other end of the island in Corporation Road which, by the way, only opens during office hours. Bodoh nak mampus! I want to cry.

PS: Today is the fiance's mum's birthday. Yes, their birthdays are one day apart. And being the dutiful daughter-in-law to be, wan & me shared the cost of a gorgeous, sparkling blue brooch as her gift. And being the thoughtful bakal anak menantu, i called her and wished her a happy birthday & mother's day, the moment i woke up today. Am i sweet or am i sweet?

TO MY DEAREST FIANCE

2005-05-06T09:55:00.000+08:00

"You are what I never knew I always wanted" - Fools Rush In (1998)

Happy Birthday Darling.

THIS IS FREAKY!!

2005-04-28T11:48:00.000+08:00

Oh my God. OH MY GOD!!!! My faithful bloggers... check this out.

Today, i was greeted by an unexpected email which said that I had tagged her at her tagboard, accusing her of copying my template. Clueless, i emailed her back for clarification. And when she provided her blogsite, i was totally freaked out! What the F#$%!!!

The blog's entirely similar to mine! The main pic which i obtained from getty images and edited using photoshop. Exposing My Skin. My Disclaimer. That paragraph under My Disclaimer was written by me, word for word.

I had changed to this pink template at the start of this year (new year look lah konon). I took the skin from blogskins.com courtesy of Trina. But i changed the headings, replaced the main pic (Trina had used a different pic) to this current pic from Getty Images, the disclaimer etc etc. The only thing i left out was the colour and basic layout of the template. Why, she even had the same pic which i edited, on hers!! What the hell is going on? I had never placed this particular template of mine at blogskins.com. Never bothered to anyway. But now that i have seen an almost exact replica of my template, it's giving me the creeps!

And chk out the Project X pic in one of my entries. That was taken using my digi before the start of my so-called hard work. How did that get into her entry?? We have been conversing and i was informed that her skin was uploaded from blogskins and the project X pic was obtained from an image search engine. ???

PS: Who tagged her and claimed that it was me, leaving MY blog address behind?? The blogworld is one fucked up place.

ANGEL

2005-04-27T19:51:00.000+08:00

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it OK
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction
Oh a beautiful release
Memories seep through my veins
They may be empty and weightless
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
Far away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
In the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight lines
And everywhere you turned
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference
Escape one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
It brings me to my knees

HOURS BEFORE

2005-04-21T16:32:00.000+08:00

Guess who? Who else but me. I'm off in a couple of hours but somehow managed to squeeze time to bloghop. Miss doing that.

Even before the start of the course, Wan has been bugging me to start donning the hijab. The first time he mentioned it to me, my eyes bulged with that amused are-you-for-real look. Now, since the start of the course, his constant requests are on repeat mode. Its a huge step. Well Wan, we shall see darling.

Well, i'm off for now!

PROJECT X

2005-04-21T11:03:00.000+08:00

And so the day goes on.. this time with another project in mind. One that involves creativity, hard work and sincerity.

MARRIAGE PREPATORY COURSE I

2005-04-18T15:12:00.000+08:00

Attended my marriage prep course last weekend. Just hours before the course commenced, i had pangs of uncertainty. I was plagued with scary thoughts. Do i really want to start a family? Am i ready for marriage and subjugate my life to a man whom i were to call my husband? Am i mentally prepared to face the challenges? Frankly, even after listening to stories from friends who had gone through it, I still don't know what to expect from the course. Will it eventually discourage both wan & me to embark on this voyage called marriage?

But i went, i listened and i learnt.

Most of the topics taught so far were predictable although i did learn some new things. But what was valuable to me was the tips and advices given by the speakers on overcoming the differences. The kind of things that i want wan to listen to. The kind of advices that i want to learn so that i could work on my flaws. Most of the cited examples come from real experiences, some from the files of Syariah court.

After 2 days of the course, the pangs of uncertainty i felt prior to the course vanished. I realized that I am ready afterall. I am ready to face the bumpy road ahead. I am ready to be his wife. I am ready to accept and tolerate his flaws, his shortcomings ... him. When i glanced across the room where wan was sitting, I couldnt help feeling a sense of pride. I felt proud seeing him sitting there, listening attentively. And yes, i can see him as my husband, InsyaAllah... And you know what? From the SMS he sent me that same night, he feels the same way too. I am hanging onto every word he sent because it's just too sweet to forget! What did he write, you ask? I'm not telling ya!

We've got 2 more days to go!

IS THAT ME? YOU BET IT IS!

2005-04-18T14:30:00.000+08:00

When i checked my mails last night, i was greeted by a string of emails from friends and fellow bloggers about me! Yes me, moi, saya, I, wo, watever! Apparently, my very considerate mum did not inform her unsuspecting daughter when she inserted my engagement pix for her advertisement in Majalah Perkahwinan. And boy was i surprised. Terperanjat beruk sekejap!

So in response to that tiny picture of myself in the ad, i was rather overwhelmed by the emails. To all bloggers who emailed me asking if that was really me in the ad, yep, that was me! Thanks for the the compliments girls! *Mizzy blushes triple shades of red* Mystique, sempat you pegi scan the advert for evidence eh!

And to Cik Diah kentotz, trima kasih daun keladi for the unofficial promotion of myself in your belog yer! Promote lah lebih2 sikit, wait i gip u commision! LOL!

But you know what? Even at the point of writing this entry, i have not caught hold of of the magazine yet! Argghh!

WAHIDAH'S LOVENEST

2005-04-14T12:35:00.000+08:00

An afternoon visit to Wahidah's lovenest in Punggol which has just been renovated and decorated with love and style! Ive gotta give this girl & hubby some credit. Although small, their new place is indeed cosy!

And here's to us!

BLEARGH

2005-04-13T11:58:00.000+08:00

I remembered today that I still have a blog. An abandoned blog. Yipes. I really don't understand how some bloggers find time to religiously update their blogs. Really. And how they find things to write, opinions to express, thoughts to put across. And this is precisely the reason why i cannot be a writer. My ex- editor used to say that writers must never suffer from mental blocks. Words should flow. But there were times when i stare at the screen and see nothing. I only write when that tiny light bulb above my head sparks a light. bleargh.

So what do i write about now? My boooring as a flying doughnut life? Ok, freak it. It's boring. And im bored bored bored. BORED! Somebody pass me those tobaccos.

2005-04-02T14:03:00.000+08:00

I am suddenly inundated by a litany of worries. Some of which are not even related to my personal life but got me brooding over them nevertheless.

On the train the other day, i sat adjacent to a Malay girl adorning an ITE uniform. She had a skirt so short, i could see her cellulite and her panties when she crossed and uncrossed her legs (ala Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct). She must have cursed her luck to have a girl sitting opposite her, instead of a guy.

I was walking at a mall one day and I saw a strikingly attractive girl with tons of make up on her face. But something was uncanny. She was dressed like a 20 year old but had the face of a 13 year old. She was wearing heels.

I took the bus yesterday, and was horrified at the sight of a teenage couple smooching openly, while the boy had his hands under the girl's skirt. Both were in school uniform. And in the bus!

Took a walk down Orchard Road during the weekend and sights of young girls, outrageously dressed, smoking, cursing loudly. One girl, about 16, was in a revealing top which had half of her boobs spilling out. I looked away, disgusted. The boys were staring but she looked like she didn't mind the attention though.

They amuse me but at the same time, gave me an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness.

Correct me if i'm wrong but what exactly is happening to our younger generation? Are these the ones who are going to lead the country in the near future? I have endless tautological questions with no answers.

When i was growing up in the nineties, i didn't have the luxury of MTV unfolding before my eyes. Cables were uncommon. Handphones were scarce. Life was not as complicated, and technologically advanced as the new millemium. Exposure to western influences were rather hardly. Stories such as teenage pregnancy will cause us to gasp with horror and disbelieve that such a disgusting incident could happen. But now, it was treated with indifference. Just a shake of the head a "Tskk....". Why? Because we heard them all too often.

It is apparent by now that kids are more intelligent these days. They are more technologically adept and are constantly exposed to immoral western values as opposed to ours. Nudity is not uncommon in MTV. Now, teenagers are watching porn on handphones. For them, sex is a trend. Like jumping in the bandwagon kinda thing. Young girls are more promiscuous now, emulating western influences. They grow up too fast, losing their innocence far too early. The sad thing about this that they know it is wrong, but they do it anyway.

These issues must have been prevalent long enough for we have MCYS fervently tackling them and programmes such as Hanyut helping to give light and guidance to these troubled, lost souls.

It's sad and scary. Why am I scared? Because I am wondering now how my children will be. The world changes with technology. Technology evolves like invisible tentacles as it grabs and infects. It's unstoppable. What will be the reigning problems that will spill over to my children? I know of mums with teenaged children, worrying over them constantly. Looking at the myriad of complexities involving teenagers today, i couldnt help wondering what will be the issues i have to face with my children?

Oh great. Today, i have successfully inoculated myself with mind-numbing shit. It dawned upon my troubled head that life stopped being simple a long time ago and the complicated will be more complex.

LOOK WHO'S COMING BACK!

2005-03-31T11:55:00.000+08:00

The OC and Smallville! Gosh, im turning into a couch potato in the evenings!

THE NOT-SO AMAZING COUPLE

2005-03-24T00:38:00.000+08:00

Rob & Amber. Amber & Rob. Gawd, how i hate these sniveling little weasels. After their shot at Survivor's one million bucks, they are that greedy to make another go for another million. How greedy can one be?

And it just irks me at how smoothly they went from obstacles to obstacles AND emerged in the first 3 teams to arrive at the pit stops. One is a true blue slippery snake while the other wears that perpetual smug grin on her face. And the last episode showed us that Rob's so called 'strategy' from Survivor has not rubbed off him yet. What a scheming little snake!

I am just waiting for the downfall of these two. Uggh! damn irritating! And im sure the rest of the teams feel exactly the same way.

Oh, by the way, i think they truly deserve each other *snorts*

DECISIONS & MORE

2005-03-23T00:39:00.000+08:00

I am a Gemini. A true blue gemini. Born under the star sign of the twins which symbolises duality. Geminis are known for being witty, charming, spontaneous and fun fun fun *ahem*. But Geminis are also known for their fickle and indecisive nature. And right now, I am having a great deal of problem with it.

I hate decision making. Why? Because i cant seem to make up my mind on anything. And why again you may ask? Because i am afraid that i might change my mind later on should i decide on this or that. I would get that annoying feeling if i have made the correct decision when something better greets my eyes. This pertains to the impending decisions to be made on my wedding preps.

I guess i will leave the catering and menu to mum and dad. Heard them arguing about briyani dam and achar and all that bleh last night. I'll leave it to the parental units to decide on the menu and which caterer they eventually decide on as im not so particular about food. What i'm concerned about is the decorations and dais. Yet to meet up with Kak Ema from Decorama at her showroom one of these days and will be meeting up with the guys at The Wedding Garden very soon. And also a few others, coming from mum's contacts. And after that, the difficult part of deciding on which one to choose. Alot of weighing of the pros and cons. But mum is always there, holding me back when i thought i was raring to go. This is not a time for hasty decisions. This is my wedding im talking about!

And my bedroom decor. Mum was suggesting that we pay the decorators to do up my room so that at the end of the day, i get to keep the decorations for as long long long as i want. Good idea mum, but are you sponsoring me for that?

In the midst of setting up appointments with videographers and cameramen for a demo. Gosh! Im busy! I wish i could cut myself into 3 so that i could have all of the done in a zippy. But patience Mizzy, patience ... And this new term suddenly draws a new light. This is the very term that i had been taking for granted and bulldozing my through when dealing with my fiance. Amidst the frenzy of wedding preps, i have to work on being patient, insyaAllah...

But im glad about one thing though: I have decided on my colour theme. i just hope nothing better meets my eyes before my fickleness decides to make a comeback. Now, to decide on which shade... aargghhh!!!

DEALING WITH UNWANTED ISSUES

2005-03-22T14:57:00.000+08:00

Finally, i get to blog. Been going through a whirlwind of phases in the past couple of days. My dearest, but at times very irritating, fiance remarked i had morphed into a psychologically disturbed and mentally unstable being. Since when did he morphed into a certified psychiatrist? How could i not be, when i am plagued by unwanted issues that seemed to come from nowhere and blow me into pieces? But i am determined to get through this and emerge from it stronger. If it doesnt kill me in the process, it will only make me stronger person.

OK, ive blabbed enough for now.

SIGH... WHAT LUCK

2005-03-15T11:55:00.000+08:00

Well, what do you know? Time to take some extreme measures for my blog. It has become quite a bedlam if you look deep beneath this nice pink layout. I have changed my password and now, haloscan is not functioning the way it is supposed to be. Comments are not showing and comments were deleted by a now known source. Thank you very much for messing my template up for i will punish you.

It was as if i turned on a switch and everything has gone malfunctioning. Or maybe it is somewhat related to the hormonal changes going on in my body? Read: That time of the month.

Anyway, I have decided to remove Haloscan altogether. And suddenly, i feel like bowing out of this blogging kingdom and bid farewell. But i am irrational. This always happen at that time of the month. Tata everyone.

2005-03-14T12:44:00.000+08:00

Goodness. I think someone's messing around with my blogger and haloscan. Goodness, this is scary. Will get to the bottom of this. Till then, i will be away for awhile. Take care all.

I AM

2005-03-13T15:02:00.000+08:00

I am the hot headed one. The fiery half. I am the walking time bomb as you have preferred to call me. I am the loud speaker, expletives included. I am the one with venomous words, out to hurt you. I am mean, nasty and vindictive. I am ogre-like when I am mad, breathing fire. I am an unreasonable, insecured bitch. I am demanding, attention-seeking, control freak. I am everything you said i am. I am sensitive and insensitive. I contradict.

I am just a girl.

Saccharine Sweetness and Baby Talk are sold seperately

FINALLY

2005-03-09T13:30:00.000+08:00

Elvis has left the building. Feels so good... so hold your collective breaths for i will be back!

THE AFTERNOON WAIT

2005-03-06T11:45:00.000+08:00

The sun was mercilessly burning down her back. Everywhere, it shone its harsh UV rays down, burning backs, aggravating sweat glands and damaging skins. It was midday, lunchtime. She was sitting at the bus stop, waiting for that damn bus which often eluded her the moment she reached that blasted bus stand. Her head felt hot, any hotter than that, she could fry an egg on her head. Already, the busses that stopped by were chogging enough fume to asphyxiate anything with lungs.

Still she stood there, waiting.

She was determined to get to where she wanted. It was her ultimate goal of the year to get her driving license. So, underneath the sweltering midday sun, she stood. Each day was a step closer to her dream.

The next bus came, stopped and out tumbled a string of people from it's stomach, in all shapes and colours. Then she noticed someone. He was that chap from TV. The Bara guy, all clad in his blue Civil Defence uniform. Uggh, NS boys, she thought. He was with a fat friend, also in that ugly blue uniform and they were merrily chatting away. They tumbled out of the bus and stood somewhere near her, probably waiting for another bus to transport them to God knows where. Honestly, she couldnt stand him. Bara kental, she thought in her all typical resentful style. She was slightly irrational when sizing up TV personalities. Often quick to judge when she didnt even know them personally.

She looked away from him for she didnt want to give him the satisfaction of being noticed. To her, he was just an ordinary guy. So what if he appeared on magazines or TV? Did he have to look all conceited? Besides, who was she to worship the ground he walked on when he took the same public transport like her?

Then he stopped talking to his friend and glanced at her. He had a weird expression on his face. Not smiling, but not frowning either. But what? She looked away. Damn, where was the bus!? She was getting uncomfortable under her own skin as the chap chatted with his buddy but kept making furtive glances at her. Finally, the bus chogged along and she heaved a sigh of relief and hurried the bus to stop and swallow her in. Already, she was melting under the hot sun. But much to her surprise, they were boarding the same bus too!

Darn. So she stood by the door while he took his place at the very end of the bus with that fat friend of his. She didnt have to risk a glance at him to see that he was glancing occasionally at her. She could feel his eyes on her. Strangely, she felt provoked and repelled by the attention. She hated TV personalities like him for some strange reasons. Heck, she doesnt even follow local dramas that much. So why wouldnt he quit even after she was giving the look-at-me-and-i'll-bash-you-up look? But her destination was nearer for after 3 stops, she alighted.

And never did she look back at that Bara guy whom later she remembered as Izwan Ali.

And little did she know they were to meet again a year later. This time, under different circumstances.

A DAY AWAY

2005-03-01T21:25:00.000+08:00

Isnt it nice to be slacking around at home while the whole world slogs away in the office? Well, it is! To have a day away from the amounting stress at work, rolling around my bed and waking up late is heaven baby...

Met my old uni friend later in the afternoon to pass her belated birthday present and went for a chat over our frappucinos and bagels. Did lots of catching up, reflecting on life, bitching, getting updates on who's with who and who dumped who. I was so craving for gossips! Heck, if they could gossip about me, well, so can i!

Despite the scorching weather and irritating sights and sounds of mats and minahs with those God forbid tapered jeans, awfully tattoed arms and disgustingly dirty blond hair, I laughed alot today. It was as though something snapped inside me and all the stored endorphins gushed like a broken dam.

I so needed the break.

And walking around the malls gave me the sudden itch to spend spend spend. But I am getting married and so, every cent counts. However, i was proud of myself for being able to uphold my spending morals and control my willpower to spend. Ok, ok, i bought myself a bag from Fila. Wan will kill me if he finds out. But just one! Uno. Satu. I-ke. Ichi.

What's on the agenda tomorrow? What else? WORK!

Bummer.

RANTING FROM THE UNKNOWN ABYSS

2005-02-26T17:21:00.000+08:00

The hiatus occured due to circumstantial and inevitable natural disasters and wonders. It was uncalled for but very much needed.

Mizzy now has a keen sense of time. Yes, time. It has finally dawned upon her that time is indeed precious and procrastination is a word that has to be banished from her stagnant vocabulary.

Too many things happening in too little time. And that explains the sudden hiatus after the revelation from discovering a nasi lemak stall named after me. Ha, yeah right. But really, Mizzy is really worn out. The wedding preps have barely begun and already, i am feeling the heat. But then again, im one anal rententive, paranoid person so that explains my sudden panic attacks albeit minor ones. I'm sure it will get massive when the day draws nearer. And the frequent tiff with fiance and umi, especially about the wedding, is giving me more headaches. And heartaches.

Having a tyranny boss doesnt help either. Work sucks, really. I hardly have time to surf the net in the office when im working like a dog from 9 to 5. It's like work, work, WORK. The project's more than 60% done but the bad news is, there's a lot of cleaning and closing of gaps to be done and im not looking forward to it. I underestimated myself when i say i am anal retentive. You should see my ungrateful boss. Gosh, i wish he'd choke on his dick and die. Wan's been pestering me to quit that job but no, not yet.

So that basically sums up Mizzy's life for the past weeks. I am no longer that bubbly, fresh faced and enthusiastic person anymore. I have turned into a cranky, mean, nasty ogre (wan would attest to that). I look haggard, i feel listless and i am drained. And believe me, it's not PMS. It's just me. Time passes in such a whirring blur these days. Minutes, turning into hours, turning into days and when i looked up from where i am, i realized that i havent done anything much.

I need a breather. Cigarettes anyone?

MY CONGRATULATIONS TO OGY!

2005-02-24T20:45:00.000+08:00

First of all, im soo soo sorry for missing out on your wedding due to unavoidable circumstances. So here i am, dedicating an entry to you!

Congrats to you and your new husband, may this new beginning be an everlasting journey for the both of you. And did i tell you that you looked gorgeous in green! Enjoy honeymooning in Paris darling!

PS: Will make a come back and write up a proper entry. Right now, Mizzy is busy!

Yipes! My Corner!

2005-02-14T15:59:00.000+08:00

Look what i found while lunching at Changi Village! My very own Nasi Lemak stall!

Of course I DO NOT have anything to do with the owner of this stall or the name either.
Apparently, this stall has been around for quite some time but ignorant me just didn't know about it's existence until now. Oohh.. baru pakcik tau!

WHAT IS STRENGTH?

2005-02-11T21:05:00.000+08:00

How do you define strength? Sure, physical strength can be easily measured, easy to see. A man pulls an army truck with his bare teeth and he would be deemed strong. Physical strength is just a facade to mirror physical abilities. Yet i measure strengths when you cannot see it. In my thick book of philosophies, the meaning of strength is intangible, unseen but felt.

Strength emanates from deep within.

Emotional strength is the ability to smile in the face of adversity. Strength is the courage to move on despite all difficulties the world imposes on you. It is equivalent to enduring a long withstanding problem. Being courageous, to me, is to be able to give, even when life has taken something from you. Would you be considered as someone strong if you accept fate, embrace the present and yet still have the faith to move on? To be able to deal with your shortcomings no matter how cruel fate might be on you, while life rolls by outside your window, is what strength's all about..

Why am i ranting these long, monotonous lines on strength? I'll tell you why.

An old friend gave birth to a baby boy, only to realize a week later that he has the Down Syndrome. I knew the news shocked her immensely and it sliced her into two. I could picture her joy of yet another addition to her family turning into sorrow beyond words. Yet she smiled when i arrived. She laughed when i joked. She talked to me in that same familiar lilt i had always known and gave me the brightest smile, as usual. But deep beneath that familiar smile, I knew she was crying, emotions beyond any words imaginable because she knew her life was about to change. The Malay adage goes "Berat mata memandang, berat lagi yang memikulnya". I may not be a mother but I am still a woman.

Why is fate so cruel? She did not cry for i had always known her to be a brave soul but her courage to accept what fate has cruelly thrown onto her and her family gave me a new light on emotional courage.

Her quiet strength has somehow taught me a lesson on life.

And it is her strength that made me cry.

I'M ON A ROLL

2005-02-08T23:44:00.000+08:00

I feel like showing off today. It's one of those days where you feel good about yourself. So get ready to be rolled over by me!

And after all that has been gorged, i could practically roll my way home too.

LOOK WHO'S BACK!

2005-02-06T01:42:00.000+08:00

Look who's back! Fizzie's back! This time, she tumbles on my bed and goes frolicking around.

Can you believe it that at 7 months, she loves posing for the camera. Methinks it's the flash that enraptured her more. Her mom told me that she is already 70cm loooong. Boy, she sure has the potential as a future leggy model. You go Fizzie! Tapi rambut tu kasi panjang dulu eh? And when it's long enough, do not overthrow your godmum OK?

When she's tired of rolling around my bed, she grabbed my Cosmopolitan mag and began to read. Upside down, that is.

Then she tried to tear it apart.

And when it was torn into two, she looked at her mum innocently

Alah... geram nye aku dengan budak ini! Bulu mata pinjam bole?

Gigi belum tumbuh tapi nak senyum lebar lebar!

Towards the end of the evening, when she was high on sugar, she giggled and mumbled incoherently giving me the urge to kidnap this little miss smurfette.

MY AIDIL-ADHA SPENT

2005-01-21T23:28:00.000+08:00

The usual every year. Smacked right in the middle of food fest. Umi cooked briyani this time round but i don't really fancy briyani. I prefer soups actually, but soup has and will never be served on a day like this.

Nevertheless, i still had too much to eat, too much to drink. I celebrated Aidil-adha as usual, except this year i was plagued by gnawing menstrual cramps of the worst kind. And now I'm feeling so absolutely bloated, fat and obnoxiously cranky. In my SMS to Wan this morning, i informed him that as at 7am today, i have officially started menstruating and so, please excuse my idiosyncracies and my uncalled for crankiness. Will inform you of any furthur changes in self. Period.

So now here i am watching Pretty Woman on the google box. I can never get tired of watching this movie. Really. I used to dream for a guy like Richard Gere in this movie. Well, i've got Wan now and he's the closest i can find! Ok ok, im not making any sense with my shallow entry tonight. I'd better concentrate on the show.

On a brighter note, my cousin surprised me today by developing a set of my engagement photos in black and white. Yeay!

'BOOKS R US'. NO, MAKE THAT 'BOOKS R ME'

2005-01-15T21:50:00.000+08:00

Have I told you that I love to read? Have I told you that I could spend hours deliberately losing myself in the maze of volumes of books in the friendly neighbourhood library? Have I told you that I skip meals when i'm wrapped up with a good book? Have I told you that Wan had once hid my book because I'd rather have my nose in a book then have it in his face?

No? Well, now you know.

And that explains why i went gaga at Singapore Expo Hall 6B today. Nope, it was not that lousy, losing-it's-novelty-Robinson's-warehouse-sale which puts Singaporeans in a sale-frenzied and greedy state, foolishly spending their moolahs on stuff they don't even need. It was the madness that went on in the hall next to it.

I went freakishly nuts at the sight of books placed neatly in stacks in the hall that held the MPH warehouse sale. While Wan was slaving away at work, i was happily browsing, choosing, selecting and scouring the place for good titles. I have a feeling Wan was secretly relieved that he was on duty this afternoon. He abhors shopping. Wan doesnt have the patience to hang around and wait for fickle me as i take the longest time to come to a decision.

I was a little displeased with the prices though. They used to have warehouse sales with books going at 3 for $10. But this time, books were individually priced with paperbacks going at a minimum of $5. That actually shrank my budget. Gosh, i spent close to a 100 buckeroos on more than 14 books. What was i tinking? Starting a mini library? Well, i could read these books over and over again (this is just an attempt to console myself). Heh.

These LOTR trilogy were everywhere and they costs $5 per book! Grabbed new looking ones for my LOTR fanatic brother.

I found the sequel to Flowers In The Attic by VC Andrews! All 4 of them! Apa lagi, i cekup semua cepat2! Kan-cheong lah katakan!

Bought this for Wan at such a cheap price (semasa menjalankan tugas, sempat pulak kau kirim buku eh wan...!)

Books galore.....!

Oh gosh, i'm pooped. Why wouldnt i? I spent a total of 6 hours in that damn hall. 6! Am going to get a little R&R and start reading one of those paperbacks before i hit the sack. Now, which one should i start with?

Oh, by the way, i found this book while trawling around earlier. Hehe... very erm.. how should i say, educational for couples. Heh.

Toodlez!

CONFESSIONS OF A BRIDE TO BE

2005-01-14T20:51:00.000+08:00

I have a confession. I am dreading the day when i spin my matrimonial wheels in motion.

Not that I don't want to tie the knot, of course i do (ye hear me wan?) but planning for a wedding is such a huge undertaking.

I never had birthday bash for myself since i was 12. When i turned 21, my birthday celebration was a small affair between me and my circle of friends. I hate organizing big events for myself because i simply hate to plan. I dislike the hassle of ensuring that everything runs accordingly. And the pathologically paranoid me will definitely undergo sleepless nights worrying about everything. Planning and preparing for my engagement was enough to drive me crazy with worry.

And this time, it will be my wedding, which will be on a larger scale compared to my mini betrothal. It is gonna be one big hassle, lemme tell ya that. I will be thronged with the hassle of surveying and enquiring, the sleepless nights worrying about the decor and stuff, the constant paranoia of whether everything will run smoothly, freaking out about the wedding cards, fretting about the dulangs and not to mention my biggest adversity of all: indecisiveness. I have difficulties deciding what to have for lunch. So could somebody please tell me how the hell am i supposed to decide on which wedding dais i want? Don't ask me how i know this but i guess its just intuition. I know myself too well.

Suddenly, i found myself venturing into uncharted territory *gulps*

It will be one long arduous process and it will drain me out both physically and mentally. Something tells me it is going to sap up my energy, creative juices and time. I will be swarmed with anxiousness and the incorrigible panicky me will be one tangled wire of nerves. It's gonna hassle me to no end. It's gonna trigger heaty arguments between wan and me. Aargghh!

On the contrary, most married friends i spoke to would love to relive their wedding moments. Take my best friend for instance. Despite experiencing the headache of wedding preps, she blurted to me once that she would want to get married all over again. Yeah rite, san. And where would you hide your kid? Under your wedding gown?

So after talking and being inspired by 'experienced' individuals, i guess your hard work will eventually be rewarded (rewarded with a husband the very least!)

And like it or not, i will go through it. I will.

Insya-Allah.

HELLO TO A BRAND NEW YEAR?

2005-01-01T21:40:00.000+08:00

The first day of 2005 didnt kick off with a bang for me. To start of with, Wan and i were both not in a party mood on new year's eve. My great enthusiasm for dancing, loud music, booze and crowds had somehow diminished throughout the years. No urge to prance around and wait till midnite to squeal and celebrate.

Last night all i wanted was time alone for myself and my fiance. The weather as well as recent events concocted by mother nature did no help to lift me up and put on my party gear. The dark and gloomy skies shrouds me in a heaviness which leaves me feeling like i should just stay put and think about my life and our future.

So we went for a quiet dinner and spent some time alone on new year's eve. While the nation was counting down the last few seconds to usher a brand new year followed by sounds of massive 'auld lang synes', i was on the way home with wan. I did not feel the urge to celebrate at all. I guess this comes with age. When you get to a certain age, you ponder about more important issues than to have fun or fool around. Your priorities change. My priorities have indeed changed.

Today, while the world suffers from last nite's hangover, i went to a majlis cukur rambut of an ex-colleague's new bundle of joy all the way at Bukit Batok and then off to Wan's granny's place. They were karaoke-ing when i arrived. Thought of joining the chorus but too bad they didn't have An Jing *winks*. Anyhow, i had a dose of M Daud Kilau and Pop yeh yeh numbers. Eeooww! The makciks and the pakciks were manhandling the karaoke set so need i say more? Cajoled his granny to sing along but all she did was pinching me cheekily while pushing the microphone back to me.

And i ate a wee bit too much. Maybe i should try to start exercising as a resolution for this year (since i did not make any)? Oh heck, i dont believe in resolutions. I never stick to them anyway.

So much for a brand new year huh? I woke up today feeling no different than i did yesterday. Funny, it felt like any ordinary weekend.

WHOOOSSHH! THERE GOES 2004

2004-12-31T01:17:00.000+08:00

How time flies. Really. The year ends with devastating news on the tsunami that wrecked Asia...

But nevertheless, 2004 has been a year of ups and downs for me. I'll cherish those wonderful moments and will truly encase them in my memory. The bad ones will not be forgotten either for i have learnt a great deal from them. 2004 was not too bad but hopefully 2005 will be better. Hopefully, I will be a better person.

And this one's for Wan: I LOVE YOU. I'm making it known not just to you, but to everyone reading this post that i do love you very much. Don't ever doubt my love again. I know i dont say it as often as you want me too but when i do, i mean it.

"And I know that you can't read my mind
And baby, maybe I
Don't say it as often as I should
But I really want it to be heard
When I say I love you that's for good
You have my word
That day after day after all
I will always be true
That's a promise I make to you"

Dakota Moon,
A Promise I Make

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Don't party too hard aite?

SILENCE

2004-12-29T01:16:00.000+08:00

An jing

Composer: Jay Chou Lyricist: Jay Chou

zhi sheng xia gang qin pei wo tan le yi tian
shui zhao de da ti qin
an jing de jiu jiu de
wo xiang ni yi biao xian de fei chang ming bai
wo dong wo ye zhi dao
ni mei you she bu de

ni shuo ni ye hui nan guo wo bu xiang xin
qian zhe ni pei zhe wo
ye zhi shi ceng jing
xi wang ta shi zhen de bi wo hai yao ai ni
wo cai hui bi zi ji li kai

c/o:

ni yao wo shuo duo nan kan
wo gen ben bu xiang fen kai
wei shen me hai yao wo yong wei xiao lai dai guo
wo mei you zhe zhong tian fen
bao rong ni ye jie shou ta
bu yong dan xin de tai duo
wo hui yi zhi hao hao guo

ni yi jing yuan yuan li kai
wo ye hui man man zou kai
wei shen me wo lian fen kai dou qian jiu zhu ni
wo zhen de mei you tian fen
an jing de mei zhe me kuai
wo hui xue zhe fang qi ni
shi yin wei wo tai ai ni

Don't understand? Well, here's the direct translation

Silence

Only the piano is left over to talk with me for a day
The sleeping cello
The old silence
I think that you have already made it very clear
I understand and I know
You will not miss
You say you will feel sad, I don’t believe
Holding you being with me
It is only the past
Hope that he really needs to love you more compared to me
Only then will I force myself to leave
You want me to say it, it is very embarrassing
I basically do not want to part
Why do I still have to use subtle smile to carry across?
I do not have this kind of talent to
Tolerate you and accept him
Don’t need to worry too much
I will constantly live well
You have already left far away
I will also slowly walk away
Why must I be yielding to you even for separation?
I really do not have a talent
Won't become silent this fast
I will learn to give you up
It is because I love you too much

You must think that Mizzy has left her brains at some Chinese karaoke lounge. But no! Mizzy tengah kemaruk nyanyi lagu Jay Chou nie. Fell in lup with this lagu anjing (anjing= dog in malay) when Sylvester Sim sang it during the Singapore Idols contest (I think Syl sounds better than Jay Chou. Pls, pls dont hate me, Taufik's fans... wo chiu chiu nie! Taufik, i still lup you!). And its such a sad sad song. Kept singing it in the office (in Mandarin, can you believe it?) and it's pissing my colleagues off. i think they'll tape my mouth if i dont shut up soon. Mizzy was even willling to stage a mini consert at the pantry if you want her to. Heh.

SOMETIMES

2004-12-26T22:15:00.000+08:00

Sometimes
I wish my heart is made of stone
So i wouldn't know how to feel
So i wouldn't know what is hurt
But stone it is not
And so i learn how to feel
And so i feel what is hurt

Sometimes
I wish time could move backwards
So i could feel my youth again
So i could feel free once more
But time moves forward
And so i lose my youth again
And so i choked once more

Sometimes
I wish we stop craving the rat race
So i could feel some human touch
So i could feel loved again
But to feed is greater than to feel
So i cease human touch
So i feel unloved once again

THE ONE WITH THE CAPITAL 'D'

2004-12-25T13:49:00.000+08:00

Awww... Diah, u're not my Singapore Idle. Unfortunately, u're not my Singapore Idol either (that title has been reigned by MY idol , a certain smooth performer called Taufik Batisah). BUT, u are my Blogging Idol!

Because great minds DO think alike don't you think? At times, i think we need some kind of revelation to keep our heads up.

*hugs Diah back*

And i didnt vote for any dais becos i'm torn between Dais 1, 3 and 6. *sheepish*

CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPPAHOLIC

2004-12-23T23:31:00.000+08:00

The Sale Bug has gotten into my system and it wont go away. Help! Shopped insanely in town after work, dodging and pushing my way through. Really. I was veritably unstoppable. Digging, hustling and bulldozing my way through the crowd. Those ubiquitous sale signs were simply unavoidable. It got worse at Mango. Oh why is Mango having sale now?? This is bad. Christmas Sale is bad. Bad bad bad. It challenges my willpower not to indulge and corrupts my spending morals. I am a pathological spendthrift. How do i eradicate this habit?

Nevertheless i was a happy camper with my loot. A damn huge bag of loot. Thanks to the extra cash contributed by my oh so generous abg wan, i bought an armload of things. I'd really really want to get something for you darling, but i don't think you fancy shawls? Shoes? Earrings? And err, cosmetics? But oh, i got that dress that you so want to see me in! See i put your money to good use! Yay!

OK that's it. No more spending. Oops, just remembered i have not paid my bills yet.

Gotta wrap that christmas present i bought for my office's christmas party tomorrow. Dum dee dum....

PS: Thanks peeps for the well wishes in my previous post. I'm well now. See? Shopping is indeed therapeutic! Go try it!

I'M SPINNING AROUND

2004-12-21T14:29:00.000+08:00

It started early yesterday evening. My colleagues said my face had turned green. I felt like throwing up. Uggh! It's happening again. Those acids in my stomach again, rolling and rumbling, causing a bellamy in my system. Each time i looked up from my PC, i felt my world spinning around. Somebody proffered sour plums to calm down the adverse reaction. My guess is, they wouldnt want the remains of my lunch on their blouses. On the way home, i prayed fervently that i wouldn't drop dead on the ground covered with my own vomit. Terrible.

So here i am on a day's MC. Head feels slightly heavy. My vision shifts from time to time. My stomach feels funny. BUT, i am strong-willed enough to check my mails, bloghopping and updating my blog and surf the net. Am even contemplating to visit the maddening christmas sale should my head clears later on. I am impossible. I know.

THIS IS MY BLOG

2004-12-12T02:49:00.000+08:00

I am amused. Of late, i had witnessed, or rather been informed, of a certain blogging crisis involving several bloggers. To me, blogging has lost its flavour, having realized the true essence of blogging eons before. I was tempted to bow out a long time ago but for some obscure and unfathomable reasons, i chose not to. Well, at least not yet.

So i guess this explains my sporadic updates, especially on the issue of uploading pictures. As i had mentioned once, i have issues with maintaining privacy. I will definitely not allow my blog to be an avenue to splash my colours on a page for the world's viewing pleasure. It could turn malicious. Hell yeah, it will. I wish i could give reasons but it is all too difficult to articulate, impossible to justify. I marvel at how some bloggers could hang their lives on their sleeves and their hearts around their neck. Oh well, to each his own. As for me, i truly value my privacy. I have faced enough invasion of privacy just being with my fiancee, with him being who he is. I am still adjusting to the public stares, the vicious remarks and the hurtful comments generally given. Somehow, i am involved now and somehow, it has wielded its way into my private life. But i will get by. I will.

Anyway, i'm digressing. Everyone is a contender in this perilous blogging jungle, including yours truly. It doesn't help if pictures are posted. For some, as i had seen, had solicited some adverse reactions. The latest i've seen and read, is that blogging is viewed as a competition on who makes lesser grammatical errors. Or which blogger rates higher on the amuse-o-scale. Really, is this what blogging's all about? Wait a minute, I forgot to breathe.

Nevertheless, my few months of blogging has introduced me to some genuinely nice bloggers who seemed genuinely sincere with their comments *Mizzy waves over* You know who you are. However, you cannot stop people from being judgemental. You cannot prevent them from being bitter. Entitlement of opinions solely belongs to each individual. One has to be prepared to face the storm, the consequences of his actions. Bravo to those who had managed to weather the storm. I know some who had *winks*.

I am not one to hang her dirty linens out to dry. I am not one to hang her heart around her neck. When it involves my blog, I choose what to write. I choose what to show. I choose what to reveal. I am not one who has the idealism of advocating the story of my life on a webspace.You might never guess who might be reading your writes even at the point of writing. Perhaps i should save my innermost and scandalous thoughts strictly to the conventional pen and paper diaries, equipped with golden keys and locks?

The vultures will swoop down on me soon for sure.

So i'm a delinquent. So sue me.

CHILL OUT HOUR

2004-12-11T03:50:00.001+08:00

Indochine. Live band. Cinone. Liquid on the rocks. Ashtrays. Plush sofa. Cherries. Cute bouncer. Late night. Chill.

FUCK OFF AND DIE, BITCH!

2004-12-06T21:33:00.000+08:00

Im back from work. Ran late because of a stupid, ad hoc meeting, thanks to my boss. Am so pissed off with him. But right now, I'm more pissed off with a stupid bitch who is always getting into my hair, stepping on my wires.

I am mad. I am incensed. I am still shaking with uncontrollable rage. Who the hell does she think she is? Am trying my best to contain my anger. Left the meeting still seething inside. I think i could feel smoke coming out of my ears. Fuck off bitch! She is the biggest whiner, complainer and two headed snake ive ever met! I wish she'd chew on her tongue, die and go to hell.

Fucking bitch. Ugly too. If i'd thrown her naked to a bunch of horny men, they'd run away in horror, i swear. She's short, ugly and fucking bitchy. I am so MAD! And this is my blog, my entry, my venue to vent my rage. So there. Take that, ugly bitch.

TAUFIK BATISAH, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!

2004-12-02T21:51:00.000+08:00

Taufik. Our very own Singapore Idol. The talented among the two finalists, i think he deserved every single vote last night which propelled him to the title of Singapore's very first Idol. Isnt he dishy, delectable and simply droolable? His smooth moves and vocal chords lubricated me in a tingly kinda way. Oh gawd, he melts my heart! His smile and those eyes! Now, at this point of my delirium, could someone whack me on my head and ask me who Wan is? Thanks.

Wan's SMS to me at 1520 hours : "You lebih sayangkan Taufik dari I :( ... "

FINALLY HERE!

2004-11-25T10:10:00.000+08:00

I have been one very busy girl these past weeks and i didn't expect my life to pass in such a whirlwind. Somehow, with the excitement of raya preparations, celebration and work, my blog has been somewhat forgotten and somehow missed.

So here I am, finally writing a long overdue entry with some long overdue pictures. Hari Raya was a blast, coupled with an elder cousin's wedding during the first Hari Raya weekend. Even at the point of writing, I am still in the mood for visiting, despite the long working hours and my constant deprivation of sleep. But me thinks i will soon feel tired of this festive mood by mid next week ;)

Seems like eons since I last posted my pictures in my blog. Reason being, on different occasions, Mizzy was either simply lazy or could not be bothered to splash her less than interesting life and the products of her camera expeditions. Some of her reasons were intertwined with issues on privacy as she does not see her blog as an avenue to show off her boring-as-a-flying-doughnut life.

But since Hari Raya is supposed to be a joyous and magnanimous period of celebration, Mizzy decided to let down her guard a little and stop being anal rententive. So what lies beneath are my fair share of less than admirable Raya pictures. Keeping them here, yes right here, for memories sake.

Presenting my Baba! cute kan kan kan?

The adorable 'ustazah' Ilyatunnisa. Gigi bogey kat depan pon ada hati nak senyum lebar-lebar. Cute kan kan kan?

Wan came to join me and family halfway thru visting on the first day of Raya and my nosy cousin couldnt stop his itchy fingers to snap a few pics of us. Oh, that's my brother playing gooseberry in the background. Actually, he looks like one of those figures from Shutter

Presenting the 3 adorable cuties who sooo got my attention more than Wan!

The Sungguh tak takut orang.com Aisyah Insyirah

My Mild mannered 'princess' Puteri Jenina

Shy Baby Haziq who looks at me without blinking for 2 minutes.
Me thinks he finds me ravishing in my kebaya. Wish Wan would look at me that way though.. hummph :(.. !

That's dad in pink playing with Aisyah and me posing with my cuz. Cute kan kan kan? I mean Aisyah, not me.

Poses.. poses... Asal nampak camera aje terus senyum. Dahsyat!

In the lift. Pon sempat jugak. Nak nak bila nak naik tingkat 25 tu!

My elder cousin's wedding. Guess where am i? Baah!

Baba and me. That's me at the corner trying to kepo-kepo and selit dalam gambar

And the cute *ahem* couple also want to pose for the camera. Cute kan kan kan? *winks*

I think i might have an overload of raya pics. Am starting to puke. Am signing off. Will try my best to write. So Selamat Beraya Kengkawan,
from me

and us!

Take care!

Adjusting herself to the ever-changing ways of a crazy, maniacal world

Arabian Nights

Still

last post of the year

Year-end wishlist

Where am I?

Faith (fully)

Flowers in the Window

TIC-TAG-TOE

Marini

Today is....

Shag-a-Tag

Good Ol' Manja

*GASP*

My Girly Pink February Wedding

The Final Lap

INACTIVE. PERIOD.

QUICK UPDATE

ROCK HUNTING

FAST GAME

(FLAM) BOUYANT

CINEMA UNDER STAR LIGHTS

YAYNESSS!!!!

HASLINA'S BIG DAY

Mon blog est Français allant aujourd'hui

UPDATE

*AACHOOOOO!!*

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL

INDEPENDENCE DAY

SHIT

SOMEBODY SPANK ME

SUNDAY

THE WEEKEND CROWD

VIRGIN

PEEESED OFF!

NEW LOOK. FINALLY

HIATUS

WAY TO FALL

MOVIE MANIA

BURST-DAY DINNER

HAPPY BURSTDAY UMI!

LAZY SUNDAY

TO THE NINE WEST MINAHS

WHAT THE FUCK?

ADVANCE TREAT

WEDDING (IN) SANITY

CONGRATS TYA!

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY: MY BLOG & ME

BB

TRULY, AN AMAZING RACE

POST BIRTHDAY REPORT

TO MY DEAREST FIANCE

THIS IS FREAKY!!

ANGEL

HOURS BEFORE

PROJECT X

MARRIAGE PREPATORY COURSE I

IS THAT ME? YOU BET IT IS!

WAHIDAH'S LOVENEST

BLEARGH

LOOK WHO'S COMING BACK!

THE NOT-SO AMAZING COUPLE

DECISIONS & MORE

DEALING WITH UNWANTED ISSUES

SIGH... WHAT LUCK

I AM

FINALLY

THE AFTERNOON WAIT

A DAY AWAY

RANTING FROM THE UNKNOWN ABYSS

MY CONGRATULATIONS TO OGY!

Yipes! My Corner!

WHAT IS STRENGTH?

I'M ON A ROLL

LOOK WHO'S BACK!

MY AIDIL-ADHA SPENT

'BOOKS R US'. NO, MAKE THAT 'BOOKS R ME'

CONFESSIONS OF A BRIDE TO BE

HELLO TO A BRAND NEW YEAR?

WHOOOSSHH! THERE GOES 2004

GASP

AACHOOOOO!!

I'M SPINNING AROUND