Friends are precious

My favourite picture of all... maybe becoz I look tall kot. hehe

Dear friends,

First of all, I would like to extend my gratitude for your support and concern this past few days. Sorry for being one angry woman and thanks for calming me down. I never really actually express my negative emotions to you guys before... so when times like this I don't know how to express it properly and end up like this.

I'm so touched that you guys really really care about me, I never thought you guys did. I definitely was so wrong. So glad we did this coz at the end it's worth it. Your smiles remind me all the good memories in UM. Something that can't never be replaced.

Then,
Leen: Thanks for listening to my complaints... your fast responds and your everyday post in circles made my job easier...

Mai: Like leen, thanks for fast responds even though you're in south... and your call last night, really really made my day. Even though I only received voice messages after that, but hearing your sisterly advice was nice.

Liya: Thanks for coming my house to pick it personally and really like that poster. It felt worth it when people love that stuff.

Nida: Thanks for your concern and ideas... some that I cannot change, sorry but I replace something nice... and I don't think I can be in your shoes when organizing stuff like this. You are a lagend.

Last but not least.... Zainal who listening to my endless whining in the wee hour and actually came out with one brilliant idea to replace that frame. Haih.. asal tak boleh terfikir bende tu.

Oh yes, Mr Ted.. Jangan menyesal lepas ni ye.... Thank you very very much.

Now, I officially announced that this project is finished and succed. (sekarang tunggu apa kata korang lepas tengok the real thing.)

I'm angry

Have you ever volunteered to do stuff (this is not including charity) and at the end of the day you regret that you actually volunteered it?

You thought this would end fast and without messy sequences. You realized that you wasted an awful lots of time, money and patience...

Geez, at this point, my patience toward this darn poster is as thin as ice on the lake in spring time. Any provocation from anybody from that butch of people will lead to the eruption of my wrath and I can end up doing something stupid.

I just can't take anymore. IKEA is out of stock of that stupid fragile frame? Are you kidding me? The fact that I have to pay one extra + my time going there + my petrol + traffic jam, now I have to go there again 2 weeks time?

I just had enough of this.

At this moment, all I want to do is to break every frame that I had with me so that nobody gets it. Ha... dah la I still have to pay same amount like everyone yang tak perlu bersusah payah ke hulu hilir pasal bende ni. Tak masuk lg bilangan SMS yang kena hantar kat semua orang everytime I need to make a decision, to remind them and to force them. Bengangnye..... Dah la sekarang tgh broke giler.... Every cent counts u know.

The unfortunate events of a photographer and his assistant

Once upon a time in a far far away, there were 6 young women who just graduated and wanted to have their memoriable day captured by professional photographer. Instead of going to studio like everyone else, they came out with this wonderful idea of asking the photographer to come to their university and shot them in background of the university's landmarks. Mr Ted came into the picture and after half day posing in heavy robe under blazing sun, few hundreds of picture were snapped.

A week or so after that, they received the soft copy of their pictures from Mr Ted. Then Mr Ted suggested a fantastic idea of doing a collage of their picture into one huge poster. Everybody agreed and at that point Mun was elected as their representative to deal with Mr Ted. Little they knew that this idea will lead them into one hell month.

First job was to find a perfect frame size for the poster. After browsing IKEA catalogue for hundredth time, Mun couldn't find the size of Mr Ted's ideal poster. So, with few other options, Mun asked opinion from other 5 persons to decided which one sould they choose. But asking for their opinion was a challenge as only 2 persons actually responded to her request in the forum. It was funny since most of them a internet junkie yet they just couldn't be online at this critical hours.

After decided about it, Mun draged her mom to IKEA on one fine afternoon. They never realized that particular day was second last day of IKEA yearly sale. As you can imagine, the crowd there was unbearable. It was unnecassary sale for Mun as she discovered that their frame was not on sale. And she found the perfect size that Mr Ted dreamed about. So all the long discussion with the girls was a waste. Happily she bought 12 pieces for 6 of them and give Mr Ted for further works.

Two three days later, Mr Ted send a poster design to Mun. She posted it at the forum and everybody agreed that they didn't like it (when it comes to mengutuk, everyone respond so fast la). Then Mr Ted did another one and this time, they really like it. Mind you, to get this agreement, it tooks one whole week. So Mr Ted asked for final words if they really like it and take it as their design. After another 4 days, everybody agreed but little they knew that Mun already said yes to Mr Ted 2 days earlier. Suddenly came up one smartpant who suggest to change this and that and Mun has to dismiss her as the final decision was made.

Now, come the hardest part. Do they really want to buy it after hearing the printing price? The price was high enough to make people think about it 4 times. Mr Ted was kind enough to give the printing cost only without designing charges. With pressure from Mr Ted to finish up the job as quickly as he can and the late respond from other girls, Mun was stucked in the middle of decision problems. When one by one finally replied their decision, it was too late for Mr Ted to continue the job as he would leave for paternity leaves for 1 week.

Then Mun discovered that one of the girl didn't want the poster coz it was too big according to her. Excuse me? Mun already bought 12 frames. And who the hell gonna pay her another 2 remainder? After some words exchanged, she agreed to buy the frames only. Sometimes Mun wonder why some people who has fixed income, single and stayed in 3-bedroom-with-8-occupants-apartment would be so stingy enough to spend for this just one time memoriable poster. But then again who are we so say about them.

At the meantime while waiting for Mr Ted to come back from his leaves, Mun collected the payment from other 4 girls. It was not easy task mind you.

When Mr Ted came from his leaves, bad luck started to fall on him. First stop was to discovered that 2 frames was broke. To add the salt to the injury, one piece of the shattered glass hit his knee leaving him bleeding, a hole in his skin and one funny walking gait. The next day, he found out that another 1 frame broke. Then he realized that he accidently print 2 same poster and didn't print another one. Since it was his fault, he has to bear all the cost. Finally 1 day before passing the frames and posters to Mun, another frame broke. In all, he has to pay 4 broken frames (and 1 extra poster).

He rang Mun to take the frames and posters in one horrible Friday evening. That evening too, Mr Ted has a bus to catch to go back to his hometown. Mun was stucked in the traffic jam for 45 minutes before realized it was too late to meet Mr Ted coz Mr Ted would miss his bus so she just u-turn and stucked in the jam again. Later she found out that Mr Ted missed his bus anyway and he had to drive all the way.

So the meeting was resceduled to next Tuesday. After paying him the printing cost and putting all the frames in Mun car, she set a journey to meet her sweetheart. It was one hell of driving experience. Every pothole, bump and anything higher that the road gave a knot in her stomach. All the way she prayed that all the frames would be in one piece when she arrived. Eventually her prayer was not answered and 1 frame broke when she arrived at the destination.

To prevent any further damage, her boyfriend has to sacrifuce his blanket to wrap the frame one by one so that it won't broke on the journey back to her house. It was a very wise choice indeed as all the frame was safe.

Then came the storage problem. How to make sure that the frame is not broken again? Thank God for Mun's box fetish, she managed to find a suitable box to keep the frames.

The conclusion, 5 frames was broke and so does 2 other pockets. And the girl who didn't want the poster didn't have to buy the frames in the end.

Morale of the story: Why does some ideas remain ideas? Coz people know it's crazy.

Ramadhan is here again

Today is the 3rd day of Ramadhan... almost cannot fast on the first day because my red friend visited me few days before. Nasib baik dier balik the night before 1st Ramadhan. Boleh la puasa. I really cannot afford losing fasting day. Coz I have XX days pending for replacement from last year and last last year.

One of my weakness, replacing fast. Every year I have to pay fidyah, which is not bad since a lot of unfortunate people get the advantages of my weakness. Haih.

My friends' favourite question to me before Ramadhan: Dah abis ganti puasa?
Me: *Smile sheepishly* Belum
My friends: Berapa hari lagi?
Me: *Smile sheepishly again* XX days (notice: XX days not X days)
Them: *Mouth opened performing perfect O like hungry goldfish*

Every year I want to start replacing fast early but I never did. This year I promise myself to start early, no more last minute. Is it possible to puasa penuh this year?

Neway, selamat berpuasa, berbuka, bersahur & bertarawikh... Selamat menyambut Ramadhan Al-Mubharak

The friend that never was

Have you ever had a friend that everyone thought that both of you are best friends but deep down inside you really hate her to bits. Yes I do. I thought she was my close friend too but after 2 years, I realized that she used me, a lot. When you care for someone, you will do stuff for them willingly but in this case I realized I was used and she didn't care about me at all. Yes, in front of people she would said "Don't hurt mun, she's my best friend." But nobody knows that she didn't even respect me at all.

I don't know why suddenly I'm very pissed off at her tonight. It just that all the things she did to me kept flashing in my head.

I remember one time, when I just acknowledge her as one of my close friend, she laughed and mocked at me when I told her my problem. WTF? I felt ridiculed and at the same time ashamed that how she could play with my feeling. From that day onwards, I realized she was never my friend. Friend never judged and ridiculed you. They listen, care and support you.

I remember one time she has promised me to go to some festival together. So I was rushing from home to pick her up. Yes, I admitted it was a bit late coz it was raining and as you know raining in KL means traffic jam. On the way to pick her up, she send me a message saying that she didn't want to go coz she didn't feel like to. I called her immediately but she never answered. I went to her room, knocking at her door like poor beggar but she didn't open the door. I saw the light and fan was on so you know what it means. The next day she didn't even apologize and acted as if nothing happened. I was so pissed off, I didn't talk to her at all all week even though I sat next to her in class. Surprise surprise. The week after that incident she asked me to pick her before I went to test centre. WTH.. Now you know why I said she used me.

I hate it when she self proclaimed that she was my best friend and she knew me. She never even call me. She missed call me and hoping I call back. In your dream bitch. When she send text messages, it always about something she needs from me. Never message of asking me how am I doing or something like that. I remember she said that I got more money so I should call her. Hello!! How about that she called her boyfriend 2-3 times a day and all I can hear what she talked about was "Abang....yayang rindu abang la....". Wueksss... *vomit*. So you have credit to call your boyfriend, but you don't have it to call your 'best friend'. I don't need her to call me and talked for 1 hour. Sometimes when there were important things, please call me and inform me. She never did.

At one raya, she asked me not to do open house until she came back from her Borneo home. Okay, I scheduled my open house so that she can come. Guess what? She never did. She went dating with her boyfriend. Sometimes you wondered where this friendship goes right?

I know she always used me coz I have transportation. But do she ever paid for anything. I don't mind if it's short distance journey. I sometimes tumpang my friend's car. But she never ever offered to pay for petrol in this 4 years of friendship. I remeber 1 time I asked her for toll money and she showed me a 50 ringgit note. WTH. It's only rm1 and she said she has no change. And as you can guess of course la I don't take the money. Sometimes, I don't need the money for my petrol but I hope that she at least offered to pay or even help me filling the petrol. She just sat in the car and acted like I'm her driver.

She almost made me broke up with my boyfriend. She compared him with her boyfriend. It's not fair coz hers staying like 5 minutes from here and mine was like 45 minutes from here. So when her boyfriend has to move to Klang, I laughed at her face. And I felt so good of doing it. And she did it (trying to break us) again in my final year. She talked me out of the relationship by supporting me to have affair with my lecturer. Please la... My love is stronger than that ok.

Now, my few friends complaining about her to me that she being selfish and sometimes doesn't care about people's feeling. I just smiled coz I've been through that earlier than them. I even had to live with her for 2 years.

I always hate the way she tought that she was the important people in the gang. At one time, we all went to a play except her (coz she didn't want to). It was a wonderful play and we talked about it all the time and how we had a blast time. Suddenly she exclaimed that we're happy when she's not that there. Well, of course, I shouted in my heart la. But verbally I said that it's her choice not coming with us, so don't blaimed us. What she think of herself? She think if she wasn't there, we will feel bored and had no fun?

I'm so glad that she didn't make to the photo shot we had as our last project. Another of her stupid excuses. I'm happy that at least when I looked at my convo pictures, I only see my true friends.... the one that care about me. The one that I will always remember and miss.

Footnote: she might read this (or not!). I know she read my blog. But do I look that I care? Hell no.

You are my sleeping pills

When I'm with you
The world seems to be a calmer place
I feel loved and I'm not afraid
You let me know that
You'll be by my side
no matter what comes through
Baby, you're my sleeping pills.

When I'm with you
I'm in my deepest sleep
There's nothing that shake me
and keep me awake
Baby, you're my sleeping pills.

Baby, I've got you
To share the day and night
I just need you and I'll be okay (trust me)
Baby, you're my sleeping pills
and I'm in the sweetest dreams.

If I have a punk emo rock band, this gonna be one of my hit singles. Haha (perasan).
Dedicated to my u-know-who-u-r.

Waiting for a call

It is universally known that when a man said he'll call you back, most probably he will not. If the statement is wrong, I wouldn't staying up till 3 am writing this entry.

Just out of curiosity, why he, at the first place, has to say that? At least has a heart, give a SMS saying he can't or whatever. At least I can proceed to my beauty sleep. Sigh.

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Athirah + Adriana in action

Trying to capture the perfect picture of my nieces. But I guess it was not that easy. Better to capture their perfect moment of togetherness...

I really am scared today

I went to Pameran Hantu, Jin, Keranda dan ... at Shah Alam today. I was excited for a long time about it that I have it reminded at my phone everyday. But yesterday Zainal told me that there's 3-4 bomohs will sit at the exit door to 'scan' anything that follow us. Uh-uh... Tak nak pergi la. My dad yang excited nak pergi tu pun tetiba tak jadik pergi. My mom siap ajar ayat yang perlu dibaca 7 times or 14 or 21 or just read that all the way la. Anyway, I went there with Zainal.

When we arrived there, a poster written said that the exhibition will end on 15th September. Eh? I thought 4th October? Whateva. Since it's tuesday and not a school holiday, it's empty. Thank God there's a family of three in front of us.

Awal-awal, biasela penerangan about jin bla bla... We roughly read and walked away. Suddenly we realized that we were the only 2 people there. Then Zainal said why don't we wait for that family. Okay.... so pretending to look at the surrounding which was not much. Kata baru masuk memang la takde ape2 kat situ lagi.

After the family walked pass us, we came to a very dark place. I meant it, it's very dark. I actually almost trip over that small boy. Then I heard a voice (don't worry, it's just the worker there).

"Sape nak tengok hantu pocong datang sini."

And that uncle switched on the torchlight on his handphone. Hello uncle, why the hell you did that? You will made the 'thing' angry okay. I was gripping hard on Zainal's hand.

"Tak nampak pun. Jom gi tempat lain," I pleaded.

"Tengok jap je. Tak semua orang nampak pun," answered him calmly.

Hopefully it wasn't me. By that time, I was reciting Ayat Kursi repeatedly.

Then I heard someone said, "Tak nampak pun. Ape kau baca ni?"

Sorry guys, I was me.

So we went away. There's jenglot, toyol (which is still alive and they feed him milk every night-according to one pakcik there) and many more which I don't want to remember since I wrote this at midnight and I'm alone right now and yes, I'm also a bit coward in this area. At this point Zainal let go my hand which according to me, I might hurted him unconciously.

At the last exhibition area, we met this one pakcik which told us about things there. He said he has been there twice. He asked me to hold (or pat) the toyol (which was already 'diawetkan' and dead) which I politely said no thank you pakcik with 'are you crazy pakcik' in my mind. Well, it was lucky to meet him as he gave us a lot of info which made the exhibition scarier than it was already as since he has a lot of story related to that. I asked the pakcik if he saw the pocong but he said that he didn't. He said that we Muslim usually harder to see since we have kalimah Lailahaillallah at our forehead. Phew, what a relieve.

Then Zainal decided to head back to the hantu pocong. O K A Y. Being a supportive partner I agreed even though dalam hati rase macam nak tikam-tikam je dier.

I don't know if they switched on the light or that place seems brighter than before but at least I could saw the cage of the 'thing'. We sat there with other few girls and listening to the the museum worker told stories about this stuff.

Suddenly Zainal said, "Cuba tengok tu... awak nampak tak....." paused.

"Nampak ape?" Paused again. Then he just shaked his head.

Nampak ape? NAMPAK APE? I didn't see anything. Not like I want. Okay, recited Ayat Kursi again.

After 20 minutes, we gave up. I relieved. This is one thing that I don't care if I didn't see. So we exited and the pakcik was not there anymore. Felt pity to him that we left him there and just walked away to see that 'thing'.

Well, takde pun bomoh-bomoh tu. Just 2 men lepaking at the door. Are they? I dunno la.

Well, good exhibition compared the last time at National Museum. At least it scared me off.

Oh ya, by the way, Zainal told me what he saw after we went out. No I won't tell you. Remembering this stuff at wee this hour was already a torture to me okay.

100th Post

Here I am sitting next to someone who has maths test tomorrow. I'm supposed to help him but at the end I'm the one who messed his head. (He said 'mane ade....' while petting my head. Meow meow).

This is my 100th post. Who would thought that I've written 100 post, uneducational nonsense post.

So I'm gonna waste my 100th post by this another nonsense post.

Hahahahhahhahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahaahaahahahhaah....

(Dunno why I became a bit crazy today. Maybe after hearing that my dad will send me to Kluang to work there if I didn't get any job. Sigh.)

We Knew Each Other

It's the time again when somebody's sister and brother are getting married. We are quite young (ye ke) to attend our friends' wedding as nobody is going to get married in these few months. So we just attend friends' sibling kenduri. The thing about Subang is that your friends' sister or brother usually your senior in the school. So we don't feel so awkward attending their wedding. Last week was Liyana's brother at Sheraton Subang and yesterday was Amri's sister at Dewan Jubli Perak Shah Alam.

Well, the best part of this (apart from the free food of course) is the chance to meet old friends back. It's like mini reunion. This is the time where stories will be exchange and old jokes will be repeat again. It feel so nice coz it's feel very familiar and comforting. It's nice to know that these are the people who you have grown up together, people who is at all over the world and finally when you are together again, it seems that we have just meet yesterday.

It's weird when you meet once or twice a year but you can continue the story that left behind. So, you still have crush at that person? She did that? You did this? And so on. Ah, I love reunion but except my class reunion la (psl dah kena bar kot. Asyik tak datang je. Sape suruh buat malam ada AF?). So when is the next wedding? Count me in (and jangan lupa ajak Zainal. Hehe.)

At Amri's sister wedding, Kak Siti Salina (prefect yang garang).


With Zainal at Liyana's brother wedding, An and Kak Suria (they has been together since form 2!). This is not exactly reunion la since I see him almost everyday, but hell, this is my blog. Suka hati la nak taruk gambar ape kan.With Nadhirah at Sheraton Subang.

The First Test

Yey... I passed my first test in meeting my future mother-in-law. I helped her to babysit my future nieces last Weds and this is the result (from what Zainal said):

"Pandai jaga budak. Tak nangis pun budak tu." That cute little girl even like me!! (A triumph for someone who doesn't like small kids).

"Tak banyak cakap la dia ni." Is that a good or bad thing? I assumed a good thing la kan. Well, kind of expecting this already. I am a quiet person unless I really knew you.

So hopefully the next test will not come so soon. =)