Who woulda thunk it

Still breathing.

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Lizard shit

Warning: Random post pertaining random thoughts.

I have been smacked-faced infront of the computer for hours, and yet when I look at the time.. it's just 12.36AM. Bloody friggin hell. I guess the mundane good student thing to do is to be smacked-faced infront of books but on the contrary, I am surfing the net.. watching clips of the famous singaporean blogger, name-need-not-be-mentioned. Remotely amusing, but I find the twang abit egh. I have now, an alternative way of wearing a bikini. Hoorah! -- I'm on my bed, and it is so cold that I'm freezing my tits off.

Post-it goodbyes

So, my tita Sonia is leaving some time next week. For good. I can't believe she's actually gonna leave for good this time. We all had a personal maid, and Tita Sonia was mine. She came before I was born and she's been here eversince. She knows which plate I like eating off best, which part of the chicken I eat, what drink I want depending on what time of the day it is. I don't think I'll ever find another tita as good as her. Who, by the by, thinks betadine is the solution to everything. She seperates my clothes the way I like them, she puts out the pair of heels that would match my outfit right by the door. She wakes me up 5 minutes before my alarm does, which is actually much more convenient to my daily routine. She used to tie my hair the way I liked it when I was in primary school, but at times she would get it wrong and I would scream bloody murder.

I know saying, "everyone leaves" practically proves itself right.. I didn't think even my tita would be under that category.

Delite

I got a problem, and I don't know what to do about it, even if I did; I don't know if I would quit but I doubt it.

On the sticks

I've decided to rant in bullet form this time.

- I'm being a couch potato, while having CSI playing on the television.
- I've got this exasperating indolent ulcer that I've had for weeks.
- I'm getting really annoyed with people being so gullible and intrigued with hearsay.
- For the past week I've been binging on tapak kuda like a mad woman.
- I'm reading 3 books at a time so far.

-- Laptops getting hot, rant more later.

Hazing

Haro beautiful people of the world. It's been too long since I last blogged, so here I am. Just letting you know that I'm still alive. Exam-fever is kicking in :(

Salam Eid Mubarak`

Ampun beribu ampun, folks. Forgive... but it's entirely your choice whether or not to forget. See you all on the 2nd day of raya! Have a festive season everyone!

Yours truly,
Izzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzay.

Secret #1

When I was 6-10, I suffered from insomnia.

Apologies on napkins

Raya, is literally just around the corner. And I can't wait. I'm so excited and hell yes. I've got the raya-fever. But I'm pretty bummed about the fact that my brother, the loudest and probably the most intelligent person I know. Won't be celebrating it with his family. He, unfortunately.. has to spend it in the Brunei Hall. Where all the bruneians get together and combine their miserability of not being able to celebrate raya with their families.

Sungkai-- BRB!

Back. On the bright side, my sister from another mother (literally) will be visiting us on the 11th, and if I am not mistaken that's tomorrow. I haven't seen her for.. 3-4 years? It's gonna be so weird seeing her again. Finally, she'll be able to understand and comprehend what I am saying now that I am not 10 anymore. And I think she's taking abang Anthony a long with her, they've been together for aeons and I swear, if he doesn't propose to Kakak soon, I might just do it for him.

Baby jeles.... kthanxbye.

Wonder

These past few days have been filled with a whirpool of emotions. But I am so glad, and so happy that it's finally over and all is right with the world again. I have just read Sarah's blog.. And she really did get me pondering the thought. And it is true, eventually.. Everyone does leave. Next thing you know, Kaka's gonna be out of the house then it'll just be the rents and I.

I was reading Sarah's post, and it read that her Lola passed away. May she rest in peace. And it also read that her mother didn't even cry that much, and she referred to her as the iron lady. And then it struck me. The only time I've seen my mother cry was eons ago. And I look up to her so much, she doesn't cry over the miniscule things like you usually would. She is so strong, SO strong. She's probably the most mentally strongest person I know.

I admire her for that. So much. I also have just realized that I don't thank her enough. She, who brought me into this world. She, who put her dreams on hold to raise my siblings and I. And I am for ever thankful for that. She, who would come to school whenever I would tell her that somebody bullied me. She, who would spend more money then she makes on me.. just so that I am the prettiest girl at the birthday party. She, who is the reason why I have this shirt on my back. She, who is the most beautiful person I know, inside and out. She, my role-model. She, my mother.

Aaaaah..

All is right with the world again..

Please lah.

Stop whining when you have absolutely nothing to whine about. If anything and anyone, I should be doing the whining. You have no idea, you just have no idea. And if you have a feeling that I'm talking about you, then well.. maybe I am.

Run and laugh along to your little friends. Bitches.