Can you breathe tonight?

Because we grew up to this band, we found it highly amusing to see them dance like that.

Watch it because I said so it's freaking hilarious.

Some things NEVER change.


Randomly, mate/my champion asked David Cook in this live chat (yes, we joined the chat because we were bored and it was also our way of telling him we do not have the album) if he watched soccer. He said he watched it occasionally and his favourite teams were KC Wiz and Arsenal of the English Premier League.
Fantastic. He knows football. THE ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE OMG. He is ten kinds of awesome for knowing an English team and also for not mentioning Manchester United as his favourite team because if he did, May, Nisha and I would have knocked some sense into his head.
Now he and my dad can have intelligent discussions about Arsenal and their players and their style of play. But my dad doesn't know who David Cook is.

My dad bought an Arsenal shirt for himself but gave it to my mother in hopes of making her ditch the Devils and supports the Gunners. She wore it once when she ran out of clean clothes to wear and in the same week, ManUre lost. She blamed the shirt brought her bad luck.

"Ma, since you're not going to wear the T-shirt anymore, can I have it?"
"What for?"
"I want to give it to my TV boyfriend if he comes here. He is an Arsenal fan, after all"
-.-"
"I'm going to make him pay for it"

I better go to bed. Long day tomorrow. Rawr.

I'll take you just the way you are.

I created a new rhyme in my slightly unwell state of mind.

My heart is like a map,
my nose is like a tap.

Okay, I know. Lame attempt in making you people laugh. Jeebus, you people are so hard to please!



I'm feeling alright, albeit my nose is a little stuffy (but the good part is that it's no longer running like a tap).

It was a little funny telling people how cold I felt when they were literally melting under the sweltering heat.


We had an online meeting and I mentioned that I heard the newest Boyzone (WHAT? THEY'RE STILL AROUND?!! HAHA) song and we began reminiscing the good old days of our younger days.

We look back now and cringe at little random things like "OMG TO THINK WE REMEMBER EVERY SINGLE LINE! I LOVE THE WAY YOU LOVE ME!!!".

It's nice to know no matter how far apart we can be at times, we can always be geeks and talk about this and other random things when we get back.

My dad once said that he and another man became friends through strange circumstances.

Three of the best friends (including the one who has passed away) started out being enemies with me. Years went by and we became friends under really strange circumstances.

I feel blessed that we're friends. They may corrupt me and all, but I love them.

When we were young, we had crushes, strange tastes in music, and random interests.

Now, we still have all those things and more. We have that bond between us. We know when the other isn't feeling too good. We know what makes the other tick. We know what pisses the other off.

We know what we know.

10 years down the road, we can watch random things like this and laugh, because it just makes us reminisce the times we were at that age and the crazy things we'd say or do for someone on the telly we fell in love with.

Thank you for making me better and taller in more ways than one.

Friends sempiternally.

I am not a slut, Cheongsam Lover.

Hello all, in case I don't post anything interesting here for your perusal anytime soon, it means two things.
01. I am tied up with assignments. I should be free by next Friday. My next assignment is due in December, but still.
02. I am experiencing a triple whammy of pains. Headaches, toothache and the latest, a muscle sprain.

How did the last one happen? Funny story, really.
Well, okay. It's not even the slightest bit funny.

I initially had to go to college at 12, but since Fishy said she thought of coming early at 10 to discuss our assignment together and my mother had a doctor's appointment, so I thought I would go early to college.

I reached there at 8:45 and shook my parents' hands and left. As I reached the lobby, the lift that was going up was about to close. The cleaning lady who at that time was mopping the floor, told the person inside to hold on as she saw me approaching the lift. I walked a little faster because I didn't want the people inside the lift to wait for me.

And I slipped.

Like I stepped on a banana skin.

And fell.

And landed on the right side of my body.

I sat on the floor, wincing in pain, using everything in me not to cry. I sat there, not so much in pain, but more of in total shock. It took a while for me to realise that I slipped.

As I fell, the only thing that went through my mind was "Please let me not fall on my posterior and hit my head hard on the floor. I don't want to be a vegetable so young in life!".

People just stood there stunned. No one helped, not even the security guards (I'm going to cease seeking their help from now on). Well, one girl did come out of the lift and carried my jacket for me -.-'

I was just rubbing my thigh when I got to the floor I wanted to go to. I hesitated to call my mother because she would tell my dad and being the hypochondriac he is, he might just ask the doctor to stab me with needles just to confirm that I was fine.

But I called anyway.

I told her what happened and asked her what to do next since she had a fall two weeks ago, which gave her left thigh quite a bad bruise.

I almost cried while texting the mate and she came up to check up on me, lamenting my 'not-so fantastic' week. I was grateful for that.

It was horribly difficult to sit for 30 seconds without whimpering in pain. All I felt like doing was walk around and just stand.

I just did not want to sit.

I don't think I broke a bone (I joked with Skizzy that "I think the fat surrounding my thigh absorbed the impact most so my bones were spared". She obviously didn't find that statement amusing, judging from the tone of her voice). It's a little swollen and tender but otherwise, nothing damaged.

I will be fine. Trust me.



Oh, thank you Adrian for this.

Dear CheongsamLover,

You are a sick human being.
Do you realise how much you have degraded those girls?
Do you even realise how they would feel if they knew their photos and the comments you made regarding their dressing (or the lack of it, as you claim)?

Tight headscarves? What in the world? Now, it is a sin to wear headscarves the way one is most comfortable with?

Holy Bocephus! I didn't know that!

What anyone chooses to wear if their prerogative, not yours. You do NOT own them.
It makes them comfortable in their own skin to dress the way they do. You do NOT get to judge them.
This is, after all, a free country. We have a right to choose what we wear. YOU DO NOT HAVE A SAY IN THAT.

Women are not meant to be objectified like pieces of meat. We are much higher than that, we have feelings, thoughts, ideas and the likes. Do you think I would enjoy knowing that people can take pictures of me, post it up on their blogs and call me a slut? I would be dead humiliated to be objectified in such a manner that derogatory.

If you have qualms about people's dressing, you should ignore it. Walking away and not saying a word is sometimes, the best thing to do. By the looks of it, judging from my limited knowledge of Islam (I am sanctimonious, after all), I would say that you are no worse than a rapist or a man who commits incest. You take pictures of these innocent women (I do not know them well enough to say they're innocent, but they are not to be blamed for his actions) and post them up in your little blog.

Clearly, I would state that you are committing a sin.

Multiple sins, to be precise.

Seems to me like you actually ENJOY these girls and their so-called slutty dressing.

You condemn these women who wear so-called skimpy outfits for earning a living. At least they are working to earn a living, unlike you, who actually spend time taking their pics and posting them up. Definitely the work of a highly bored and jobless man.

Grow up, get a life, and get off these women's cases, especially about their dressing.

Very bitchy, annoyed, and mostly in pain,
-TTG-

P/S: My boyfriend would like to say a few words too.


How very true.

When you get what you want, but not what you need.

I need a drink.
I need a break.

I need a statistics nerd to help me differentiate the many statistical tests available out there.

I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty and weightless
and maybe I'll find some peace tonight

Angel - Sarah McLachlan.



Okay, I've got my distraction already.

I think I better go find some peace in my sleep.
It's going to be a long Tuesday.


What a shocker, Roxanne. To think that I assumed your least favourite day was Saturday.
*rolls eyes*

OFF TO YOUR BED!
*kicks*

It's raining and I am hurting.

Remember I once had some trouble with my left knee two years ago? I had a bruised cartillage behind my left kneecap, which almost rendered me unable to walk a short distance or even do the things that made me happy like sports?

Yeah, well. It's back and the pain is as bad as before. I can't do anything without wincing in pain every 30 seconds. I hate feeling weak and I cried for a short while (say a minute).

At this rate, I'm thinking I might have to use a wheelchair in order to get around.

Sorry if I sound whiny and needy and all those things, I have a right to whine. Just when I thought this pain would go away and leave me alone, old wounds open up again.

You may think I am just a hypochondriac, but this pain I am feeling now, it's real alright. It's as real as the eyebags under my eyes.

I am relying heavily on Perskindol to reduce the pain.

If I don't update, well, you know where to find me. I'll be busy typing out my random assignments and research proposal and what-nots.
*whimpers in pain*

Until later.

Words will never take my place, when you know why I'm leaving.

I am still alive, thank you for asking. I just didn't feel like there was a need to update the last few days.

I AM NOT DEPRESSED. I just needed some time for myself because I felt like a big change was coming in my life. A really good change, and usually when changes happen too fast for my liking, I tend to put life on pause to evaluate the situation. If you know me like a book, you'd know that I hate drastic changes. I can take changes well, just not the drastic ones. I need to learn, I know.

Do not assume things just by reading the things I type in the first paragraph like what my father's former English teacher used to do when he marks his students' essays (if your first paragraph is up to his standards, you'll get 50/100...if not, you get a ZERO). Read word-for-word, even if I have a tendency to sound like a deranged fangirl.

I am shallow at times, I know. That does NOT make me completely brainless or stupid.


Saturday was, by far, one of those days I felt like I have truly exhaled and not feel asphyxiated at all. I had fun with my extended family. You cannot imagine what it felt like to be in my shoes, counting down the hours to my impending death before the dinner took place. It turned out the exact opposite when I got there and plopped my sorry derriere on the chair. I found myself smiling, laughing, camwhoring and doing rather silly things. It was like all of us were a family again. To be the queen of all things corny and cheesy, I shall use a line of my so-called favourite song and say that I had the time of my life.

Things are going well with me. I feel good that I have stuck to my schedule like I promised myself that I would. So, au revoir, senorita procrastinator. Hah.

Light On is a song that speaks to me in more ways than one. Every single time I hear it, I feel like there is a different meaning attached to it. I have a few meanings attached to that song as well. Personal ones, to be exact. I know a lot of people either do not like him and his guts OR the song, I don't care too much. As far as I know, I love the song and I cannot wait for the album.

There is another week until I turn 21. Not only am I getting older, I also am getting wiser. Yes, my wisdom tooth is growing fully now. I cannot smile, eat, laugh, talk or sing much without flinching in pain. I consider that as a birthday present to myself. Being wiser and smarter. Hah.

Eid is in another two days time and I personally am not ready for it. I feel like I'm not in the mood to celebrate Eid. All of us haven't fully recovered from the wedding events and what-nots. I know I haven't gotten the full rest I really need. Besides that, even if I only have classes from Tuesdays to Thursdays, most of my classes are in the evenings and I have assignments and my thesis paper to worry about. I have tonnes of things to do and so little time. What's worse is that my midterms are also around the corner and I have to study. Sigh.

I will not be updating anytime soon, so I'm going to wish everyone SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI, MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN; and HAPPY HOLIDAYS.

The next update will probably be the obligatory birthday post. Well, that's what I think, anyway.

Try to leave a light on when I'm gone, something I rely on to get home...

Until later =)

Confessions.

I am still on hiatus, just not for now. I am here because I just want to let this out so bad:
I love my mother, so much I am writing a letter I know she will never read.

Dear ma,

Maybe two years from now, I will be flying off to stalk pretty boys or study or as we both are very well-known for being multi-taskers in the family, I might do both. Maybe for a week you will come with me because you want to tell frumpy grumpy fat man Fergie how unbelievably dashing he is to you.

You have never ever judged me for what I do. I could be very frank with you and yet you tell me like how you see it. You are by far, one of the strongest persons I have ever come across or have the privilege of knowing. I now understand how it is to be in your shoes when someone's temper flares. When I was young, I always took his side because I was just too young to understand and comprehend things. Now, the more I see it, the more I felt like beating the young me for most of the times that I was being cruel to you and only being nice to you when I want something. I am sorry I took you for granted then, it was never my intention to hurt you or add on to the hurt you were already feeling.

As the years passed after you retired, we've grown closer and we understood each other better. You would tolerate my undying love for random famous boys yet you will always say I am crazy. There aren't that many mothers I know who will call their kids up at 4 in the morning to say things like "Oh hi, your Chelsea boys are winning 2-0, come down!" or even "Oh hi, Ellen is interviewing David Cook now. Come down!" like what you did this morning. At that point I was thinking, "I wonder if other people's mothers are like her" because most mothers I know either don't know about their children's objects of affection, know but don't care about their children's objects of affection, or pretend and ignore about their children's objects of affection.

But you. You tell me about who's on the TV and make it a point to tell me about what you saw and how hilarious it was. You will watch football matches with me and laugh at the most random things possible, like someone being tackled or being carded by the referee. We have our secret codes and silly glee faces ever. We share too many stories together, in fact we share a lot of things together. Except for a sense of direction, for which mine beats yours into a pulp.

When I first listened to Light On at 4AM today, all I ever thought about was how much the last couple of days were emotional for me. I watched the movie Wit and it made me cry to think about the pain and suffering two people closest to me had to go through when they were battling cancer. I was just 13 and 15 when they passed away. Again, I was too young to understand things. At 13, all I thought of were studies, dressing up, boys, boybands and other silly, insignificant things. Not cancer. Or death.

After a couple of rounds of listening to it and concluding how much I love it albeit sounding a little overdone at the chorus part, you came in and I asked you what you thought of it. You told me you were feeling sleepy and will tell me once you feel more awake. It then struck me that the words to this song are exactly how I feel for you when I leave KL. I know that's only going to happen in two years time, but like you know, I like to think about rather strange and random thoughts about the past, present and future. This had to be one of those thoughts. At the same time I was thinking about this, you said "This song started off so slowly at first...but as I keep on listening to it, I feel it's very touching and I enjoy it".

I then told you "When I leave two years from now, play this song so that it will remind you of me and all the things I've done. The times I have countlessly irritated, annoyed and pissed you off. The times I have cried to you when I had no one else to talk to or when I fell sick because of my blood pressure sinking rock bottom. The jokes and the silly things we would do together, like scribbling your refusal to donate to my 'David Cook album fund' on my whiteboard. The times you would call me so early in the morning to tell me some boy I like is on the telly. The things or food I buy for you from wherever it is I went to. Leave the light on for me when I go, okay?".

All you said was "I will. I definitely will play this song to think of you". I started crying because I finally understand this song. The song has different meanings attached to it. This is how I see the song for me: it's how I feel about leaving people closest to me, especially family members.

And guess what, ma?

It's you who is closest.

You came and laid down with me on my tiny bed after listening to the song a gugillion times (Sorry bout that, I had that on replay) and you knew I was crying and you told me "It's okay". You fell asleep soon after and I continued crying, thinking about our relationship. It's not exactly a pretty one, ma. I feel so horrible for some of the things I have said and done to you, I feel I am not worthy of your love.

I am truly sorry for the times I snapped back at you.
I am truly sorry for the times I ignored a request from you.
I am truly sorry for the times I have been an ass to you (which, of course, occurs most of the times, I guess).

I am truly sorry.

Last week, when it seemed like everyone in the house hated me, you saw the tears in my eyes and all you said was "Chin up, no point in being upset over idiots like them". You never sympathised, you empathised with me. I know how squeamish you get when people hug you, but you gave me a hug that I could never pay back in cash. It felt so good and relieving and I felt like I could just exhale once again.

We will always have our jokes, our tears and fights, and guess what, ma?

I love you sempiternally. I know I don't tell you this as often as I should, but I really do.

You make me an extra pot of coffee when I am pulling an all-nighter to study or complete my assignments.
You wrap all my books and even charge me for it, but I don't mind paying 50 cents per book wrapped, it's my way of giving back for everything you have done for me. It's not much, I know, but it's the least I can do.
You say the most random things because you know how much it will cheer me up on the most awful day possible.

I just want you to know that you are probably the most awesome mother any girl can ever have. Not many mothers I know watch everything I watch on the telly or make an attempt to be interested in the things I like, or even tell me "EH WAKE UP! LAMPARD JUST SCORED! COME DOWN NOW!" at rather weird hours of the day.

I just sayang you too much it hurts to think I'll be leaving you here soon.

Try to leave a light on when I’m gone
Something I rely on to get home
One I can feel at night
A naked light, a fire to keep me warm
Try to leave a light on when I’m gone
Even in the daylight, shine on
And when it’s late at night you can look inside
You won’t feel so alone

Just leave a light on when I'm gone for me, okay? You won't feel that alone if you do that. There's the option of MSN too, but yeah. "What goes up, never comes down", haha! Only you'd understand this along with me, ma. No one else comes close. Nothing else compares.

I love you.

Lots of love, hugs, kisses and magic rainbows,
~R~, your daughter.

I just had to let that out because it is how I feel not only right now, but maybe for a long time.

I'm not going to be back here to post any time soon. I still am trying to figure out how to deal with the good changes in myself that I am facing, as you would've read in my earlier post.

I love you, BPL! You know that, don't you?

BPL IS BACK!

FINALLY I HAVE SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT BESIDES MY TV BOYFRIEND!!!

*****

I must have been so busy with the wedding, I didn't realise Paul Robinson joined Blackburn!

I hate Liverpool's away kit. But I think I better not say anything about their away kit because the last time I did that, Chelsea made that horrifying electric yellow jersey as the away kit.

No making fun of Liverpool's kit because I'm a closet fan. Haha.

To my dear Peter Crouch, don't score against my boys. I will banish you to some rainforest if you do.


Hello, you very handsome, you know.

Shut up, all of you. No one is allowed to insult my (ex) boyfriend. I know you're jealous he is just that good-looking.

*****

Michael Phelps has won his 8th gold medal.

Seriously, that man is not human. Oh, but him and his abs are something else.

My dad was asleep while they were showing the Olympic highlights and when they were talking about Michael Phelps. He woke up in time to hear it and see Michael Phelps in action. You should see the way he was looking at him. It was full of pure concentration.

I think he likes and secretly wants Michael Phelps' abs of steel.


Okay, no more talk about Michael Phelps' abs.


And what about that Usain Bolt? That man is even more not human!


I hope Lee Chong Wei makes history tonight. If he wins the gold medal (I have a right to be optimistic, thank you), I think I'll cry.

Well, I don't think I'll cry.

I will cry.


I mean, we have a chance of making history here. Wouldn't you cry if he won?

Fine, fine. Call me a drama queen.

I can't wait for that match.

*****

After getting David Archuleta's Crush from May.

"You know this song reminds me of you"
"Haha, I know why you said that"
"Your love story is being sung by a 18-year-old and that's a fact"
"What are you going to do with yours?"
"Nothing"
"You're happy that way?"
"Perfectly"
"If you're happy, I'm happy too"
"You know what?"
"Yeah?"
"This song could very well be about your love life too"

You insane human being. How in the world did you become my 17 years?

*****

I may be finally going on holiday this week!

I am most probably going to Kuala Besut in Terengganu on Wednesday or Thursday until Friday for my nephew's wedding (yes, I do realise I am as old as the dinosaurs) and after that I will be off to Pulau Perhentian for the long-awaited island vacation.

I hope there are tickets available since we're only booking them tomorrow.

Island getaway baby!

Take me home, don't leave me alone.

I know I haven't updated about Sunday and all, but before I go into that, I would like to make a few announcements.

-Eamon Sullivan and Michael Phelps belong in the water wearing Speedos.
(I blame Aimee and Sylvien for corrupting me, horrible people)
-I was watching the badminton event last night and they went to a break and they had a recap of Olympic winners (Michael Phelps OMG!) with Magic Rainbow as the background music and I squealed because the song is so fitting for the occasion.
(I know, I know...I should grow up)
-Frank Lampard is staying on for another 5 years, which means he will be there when I get there next year. Thank you, God and so sorry, Lampsy.

*****

Okay, fine. No more Michael Phelps or David Cook talk (for now). Time for a recap of Sunday.

Sunday was the day of my brother's wedding reception. The day was just insane, as was the day before. We sprayed the potpourri basket with scented oil using a syringe. By the time we were done, we were all intoxicated and tired. We did the 'bunga telur' until 3AM. We only went to sleep at 4 in the morning on Sunday.

I woke up three hours later to help mum out with breakfast for the guests and got my stuff ready (since I had to be in the hall the first to see things were in order).

I got ready and waited for the make-up artist to arrive to get my make-up done.

Let me tell you this. I am NOT going to wear make-up that thick again.
I REPEAT: I AM NOT GOING TO WEAR MAKE-UP THAT THICK AGAIN.

I felt like washing all that goo off my face and go there like our 'pasty Irishman' friend, but it was his day and I didn't want to ruin it.


The 'bersanding' ceremony began at 1:15PM. Guess what happened? We forgot to fill up the 'bunga rampai' and rose water for the ceremony. I could've sworn my mother turned into fifty shades of pale and almost cried at that point. I had to console her and tell her to relax.

I met this wonderful person who celebrated her birthday on Sunday.
Yes, it's the famous Aimee Lee Kit-Ee (why got so many 'ee' in your name ah?) who likes MCR and running around naked. She's very pretty, by the way.

After years of stalking blogs, chatting online and sending cards (birthdays, Chinese New Year, Hari Raya and other festivities) via snail mail, we met.

I know...strange way to celebrate your birthday, right? I am glad she took time off from kidnapping teaching kids to attend the reception.

At one point, we heard Ashlee Simpson and instantly I told her "I didn't pick this song".

Later I learnt from my Liverpool kawan that the DJ was annoyed with me because my songs were all in English and inappropriate.

Like what my Skizzy told you earlier, he only played my songs in the last hour of the event.

WTF. My father told me to pick the English songs since he told me that the DJ already has MOST of the Malay songs. So I did as I was told.
Side note: My father AND brother said my song choices were way better than what the DJ played, including the Malay songs.

I mean, it's a wedding. You're supposed to play love songs and all that. NOT songs of leaving your lover or cheating on them.
"You know they played Paris Hilton! How inappropriate"
"You mean that song where she wears those shoes and there's that little boy in the video?"
"Yeah, that one"
"How awful"

If I had Hungry Like the Wolf on my playlist, you can say that is highly inappropriate because that song is about sex, giving/receiving a blowjob or anything else in between.

Okay, no talking about sex or blowjobs now. Time for some pictures.


Yes, that was how bad I look in make-up. I can't believe anyone called me 'charming', 'gorgeous', 'pretty' or anything else in between. People are really good with euphemisms, aren't they?

Overall, the event went well, minus the minor hiccups before that. Food was good (I don't know, I didn't eat despite being pestered by my Russian mafia queen). The company, save a few, were wonderful. I didn't take that many pictures because I was too busy running around and almost tripped on my dress.

There was a funny incident before the event ended though. I was talking to my aunt and I see this person in a ManUre jersey smiling at me.
"You ingat I lagi tak?"
*am I supposed to?*
"Macam ingat tapi tak tahu"
"Ni kawan Rizal...selalu datang rumah masa you kecil"
"Oh ni Faiz yang tinggi tu kan?"
"Bukan"
"Ni Azril yang pelakon tu kan...pakcik you tinggal dekat kawasan flat tu...you selalu pergi sana kan?"
"Yeah"
"Macam mana boleh lupa I? I selalu datang rumah you, main dengan you"

The only person I remembered playing with was my old neighbour named Patrick (I heard that I used to go to his house all the time to play with him, my mother says he was my boyfriend at that time).

I told my brother that I don't remember his friend at all.
"He remembers you, he always asks about you. Not just today, but whenever I see him"

Creepy, right? But he's good-looking (I don't usually say Malay boys are good-looking, you know that) albeit being a ManUre fan.

So here are my thank yous and apologies.
Thank you for all who attended.
Thank you for all who helped (Liverpool kawan, Fishy, Russian mafia queen, the two Ns and the little nieces).
Thank you for all who gave gifts and cash and cards.
Thank you to Skizzy, May and the 12AM pillow talk ex for picking the songs albeit they weren't played much.

Sorry to the Russian mafia queen for not eating, I know you're worried with my sunken cheeks but I am not losing any weight and I am no longer skipping meals.
Sorry for not talking to most of you because I kept tripping on my dress and trying not to fall down and break a bone.
Sorry for the thick make-up you had to see me in. I swear I will go back to my 'pasty Irishman' ways.

I mean, don't you like this better?

Ya, I know. I like making fun of myself.

Pasty Irishman wins all.

Your aura is incredible.

Okay, I saw something completely wonderful on YouTube, it made me squeal like an idiot.

Then again, maybe I am one.

To Skizzy the Scouser, you know what I mean. Are you convinced, by the way?

*****

Remember this post?

Yeah well, my mother has a reply to that.


See? Even my mother doesn't want to donate for a good cause.
*wails*

I am trying to come up with a brilliantly ingenious plan to steal money from people seek donations for my fund.

*****

The Russian mafia queen is back and she didn't even tell me!

I miss her and I can't wait for this weekend!

I am tired, but we're putting up some final touches for the gifts and such. There will be photos of stupid people doing stupid things.


On the downside, I think I have a sore throat and slight flu.

Of all the times to fall sick, now?

*trying to sound sarkie in the best Mr.Burns' voice possible*
Excellent.

Make it up as you go along.

Hello world. I haven't run off to Timbuktu or Bali and married someone.

I was resting. I have been online but just too tired to update or even make a short recap of the wedding on Sunday.

The point is, I am here now, after constant pestering by my pole-dancing Scouser, ready to give you a recap of the things that transpired on Sunday.


We all went to bed at 2AM that Sunday morning, all of us were supposed to wake up at 6, since we were leaving home at 8.

Guess who brilliantly turned off the alarm once it rang at 6, only to wake up at 7:15?
(no cookies shall be given if you guessed it right, just a pat on the head)

So yours truly ran out to the bathroom and bathed like it was her last bath and her life depended on it (which was actually the truth).

I put on make-up without looking like a drag queen. I was rather surprised that I looked somewhat decent in make-up.

As you can see, I put on very minimal make-up, I didn't want to end up looking like someone smashed a cake in my face.

I felt very left out when I saw my family donning blue outfits and I was in a green one. Oh well, I like sticking out like a sore thumb. It's what I do best.

But the outfit was so loose, it almost fell off. Don't tell me I lost so much weight in the span of three weeks okay? Freaking impossible.

So, eventually we left at 8:30AM because part of our entourage to Seremban were delayed by the MRR2 problem. On the way to Seremban, it rained. It was raining on my brother's wedding day.

So I grumbled to Mr. 12AM pillow talks about it and he said "God's blessing the wedding, 'hujan rahmat' right?". He was right, I knew it, just that I didn't expect it to rain that much.

I texted my 17 years and asked if I'd see a magic rainbow later because of the rain.
"Woman, don't try to be funny with me"

We were escorted to another house so that my brother could change into a new set of clothes. After that, we went to the mosque for the nikah ceremony.

The imam asked my brother a lot of random questions, it kind of annoyed me. And you know what was worse? KIDS. There were kids running all over the place while I was trying to get decent shots of the ceremony. I almost gave them my death glare or hit them, but I decided against it because I didn't want to leave an infavourable impression on my in-laws.

Suddenly out of nowhere, this huge spider jumped onto my brother's lap, I actually jumped about too because I was scared. It was massive, not the size of a tarantula, but still!


He recited the 'lafaz nikah' in one breath, and they were pronounced husband and wife.






The newlyweds.

Then, my brother and his new wife sought blessings from all that were present including myself.


My father claimed he didn't cry. I believe him.



My mother and the newlyweds cried.
"Why are you crying?!"
"I'm happy"

If I'm happy, I laugh...and that's what I did.



New extension to the family =)



New family and the KL entourage. Perempuan Melayu terakhir, much?


After the ceremony in the mosque, my father, my brother and I went over to the other house for him to get dressed into his other outfit. I wanted to freshen up and see if my gayliner was smudged, and there was no mirror in the house. So I did the next best thing: take a picture of myself and see if there was anything wrong.

At that point I was being vain, my father walked into the room and caught me in the act. I had to explain myself and he understood. Out of curiosity, I asked him a question.
"Did you cry just now?"
"No, usually fathers don't cry when their sons get married, but they cry when their daughters get married"
"So say if I get married, will you cry?"
"Of course, I will!"

Aww...I feel loved. He loves me.

I told my parents not to cry at my wedding, I told them to laugh. They say I'm crazy. Pfft.


Then, we were whisked off to the bride's house for the next ceremony.

This is where I get to bless the couple on the dais. It was done quite haphazardly, the DJ called people to bless the couple in such a random order. He called me to bless the couple but at the same time called a few other people to bless them. I actually didn't want to do it because of the way the DJ was calling out the people to bless the couple.

But eventually, I did bless the couple. Again, it was just a matter of not trying to make a bad impression on the bride's side of the family.

I met an old schoolmate of mine who apparently works with my sister-in-law. Small world, eh?
"OMG HI!"
"HI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
"THIS IS MY OFFICE MATE! WHY ARE YOU HERE?"
"THAT'S MY BROTHER!"
"OMG SMALL WORLD!"
"WE LIVE IN THE SAME AREA BUT OF ALL THE PLACES TO MEET?"
"FAR OFF RIGHT?"

I got a little excited seeing a familiar face besides my family, that's all.

We ate and talked, along the way, one of my dad's closest friend's daughter sang for the couple four times (because the DJ insisted she sang). During the second song, my cousin dared me to give her a flower, sort of like a groupie.


Of course, I obliged. Hey, who's going to provide you something to laugh about huh?

Then, the bride and groom started posing for the photographer. Goodness, did we have a laugh over the poses or what!

"Enough of the poses-lah, it's so ridiculous"


I think she wanted to say retarded but she didn't want to offend the photographer.


My niece asked me politely about when will I get married.
"When David Cook comes to KL and proposes to me"
"When I find the right person to get married to"

Sensible answer, right?

Great, now everyone wants to know when and who I am going to marry. My mother already has plans to use the recent hantaran boxes when it comes to my wedding and they've even covered my wedding car (but that itself requires a special entry of its own because the story is too funny).


Before we went back, we got lots of food to take back home; a goodie bag filled with bunga telur, potpourri, and other things; muffins; and God knows what else.

Oi, it was like Hari Raya Aidilfitri, my birthday, Deepavali and Christmas come early!

We had no space in our car to keep the things (what with the hantaran and all). We had to squeeze ourselves into the car.

My father is so hilarious. He went up on the dais and sat there holding the bouquet, and yelled "Oi, doesn't anyone want to take my picture?" and we all couldn't help but laugh and I told my mother to go up and sit next to him while I took the photo for them.

At least he remarried the same lady he got married to 29 years ago and not someone new.

My mother and brother hugged each other before we headed back home.
"Eh, don't cry ah. No drama and tears now"

More pictures HERE and HERE. Too lazy to upload them in my Photobucket account. If you have Facebook, go see the pictures there.

*****

My brother just got back home from Seremban (usually, the groom stays at the bride's place for a few days before their reception in the groom's place) and knocked on my door just to tell me he's home.

He saw some boxes of the hantaran in my room and saw a particular box and asked me what's in there.
"This is your wedding ring box. Here, you can keep it"
*panics and checks ring finger*
"Shit!"
"You left your ring?"
"I LEFT MY RING IN SEREMBAN!!!"
"You stupid idiot!"

God, that is quite fun, calling him an idiot.

You've been married for two days and you've forgotten the ring.

MAJOR EPIC FAIL, DEAR BROTHER OF MINE.


MAJOR.

EPIC.

FAIL.

Yummier than your average cup of cham.

It's me again, the Scouser.
*waves*

My beloved Roxanne is tired of running around all over the place for the wedding, hence my updating her little blog.

She was out at her second home and met some family friend who said she is really pretty and looks really good.

She told me "God, that was awkward".
Woman can't handle compliments well, such a stark contrast with her tolerance level for alcohol.

Before I go into her alcoholic capers, all she wants to say is that she wants to be a lapdancer.

*feels a slap across the cheek*
Okay. So I lied. Don't we all lie at some point of time in our lives?

She wants to say that the wedding was a success and she held true to her promise.


She didn't cry when the nikah ceremony was over. Her brother and his new wife, along with her mother did cry and all she did was laugh like an idiot because she is awesome like that (she made me type that!).
(woman, you do realise they call it tears of joy for a reason, right?)

She also laughed when it came to her turn to bless the newlyweds. I have no words to say to her but "YOU LUNATIC!".

She wants you to know that the pictures from the wedding are up in Facebook (If you're her friends in Facebook, what are you waiting for? Go now and see them!).

She is sitting down watching Blades of Glory on HBO and laughing her head off watching the I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing scene.

I can bet you I know what she's thinking of.
*grumbles*

Anyways, she says that she'll have a full recap with some photos tomorrow or so, if she's not too tired still.

She loves you all and wants you to donate to her David Cook album fund because her finance minister (also known as her mother) refuses to donate to the fund.

That's all for now.

Oh, by the way, Liverpool are the best club in the world!!! YNWA!!!

One day, I'm gonna do a Britney.

You heard me.

I'm going to shave my head bald one day.


I was just yelling about how unforgiving the weather has been lately and I ended my long rant with a "I WANT TO CUT MY HAIR" remark in front of my father. In return, he gave me a rather strange look which I could not comprehend.

Then, later he mentions about getting his hair cut and again I jumped in and asked if I could cut my hair.

"No"
O_O
"Why not?"
"I like your hair like this"

So I came home and had my usual 12AM pillow talk with number two.
"I just asked my dad about the haircut and he said no because he likes my hair like this"
"He's right"
O_O
"I like it that way, frames your face perfectly"
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE AND LONG HAIR? DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT THE WEATHER IS?"
"No need to yell at me. We love you and want the best for you...even if it includes your langsuir-like hair"
"Oh, you're such a charming bitch"
"You love me, nonetheless"
"Yes, Dave. I love you"
"Quit calling me Dave!"

Seriously, one of these days, I'm going to do a Britney and shave all my hair off and sell it to charity.

I mean, do you not like my hair like that? Please note that this picture was taken two years ago and I look NOTHING like that anymore.


Tomorrow is going to be insane. As it is, I think I'm already insane (no, no...being insanely in love with you-know-who does not count) with all the wedding tensions going on, some of which had led me to be slightly depressed and skipping meals.

Pray that the ceremony goes as perfectly and smoothly as possible.
Pray that the journey to Seremban will not be dampened by rain.
Pray that the photos I take will turn out beautiful.

You will not see me cry at a wedding. Because I am awesome, like that. Plus I don't want to smudge my make-up with my tears, I can foresee my mother engaging in a creative verbal discussion if that should take place.

*rolls eyes*

Seriously, I think it's funny to cry at a wedding. I already told my brother that if I end up laughing while blessing the couple on the dais, he shouldn't hold it against me.

Yes, yes. Go on, say it. I am an idiot.
Tell me something I don't know already.

You lovely people have a great Sunday now.

I just can't refuse it.

We interrupt our daily broadcast to inform you of an important announcement.



Yes, the album is supposed to be due out on that date. If it had come out on my birthday, it would've been the BEST 21st birthday present.

The "DONATE GENEROUSLY PLEASE" message is meant for my mother (who has said that Michael Johns is a lot more gorgeous that my boyfriend...blasphemy!).

If you are extremely generous, on the other hand, you may donate as well...because I know you love me.


Right. That's all. I'm heading out to town again. My Internet died yesterday, hence the absence of a proper entry.

Toodles.

Just maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me.

"What's up, sexy?"
"Shut up"
"Uh-oh. I know that tone anywhere. It's the infamous 'I-can-be-a-bitch-as-and-when-I-please' one. It's 12 so...go on"
"Do you know how horrible I feel right now?"
"Shoot"
"I just hate this wedding"
"Uh, aren't you supposed to be excited? Why do you hate it?"
"I can't do anything!"
"Like what?"
"LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW!"
"Okay, focus your anger on something else besides me"
"Sorry. I can't see Chelsea play. I can't see Daughtry. I can't see Jared Leto in Genting. YOU KNOW HOW NEAR GENTING IS TO MY PLACE? WTF!"
"MPH IS HAVING A SALE FROM THE 30TH UNTIL THE 3RD OF AUGUST AND I CAN'T GO! FOR GOD'S SAKE, A BOOK SALE!!! I WANT TO GET SOME NEW BOOKS TO READ-LAH!"
"I'M HORRIBLY MAD AT EVERYONE!"
"THE ONE TIME CHELSEA AND I ARE IN THE SAME CONTINENT, I CANNOT GO. WHY? BECAUSE MY BROTHER DECIDED THAT HE HAS TO GET MARRIED FAST BECAUSE THE PERSON HE IS MARRYING IS THIRTY!"
"Breathe, sweetie. Take a deep breath"
"I don't hate them but...argh! I sound so selfish, but I can't help it! I'm going to be the worst sister-in-law ever!"
"You're not going to be"
"You're a grumpy little thing, you know? It amuses me to no end to see you rambling"
"Why is it that I can only talk to you when I am feeling unhappy?"
"Because when you're happy, you're busy throwing insults back and forth at me"
"Not that I'm complaining, I know that's your way of saying you love me"
"You're obnoxious"
"You know something?"
"What?"
"I'm happy David Cook isn't coming to KL just yet. Oi, quit hitting me and hear me out! Because if he did come around the time your brother was getting married, you would be even grumpier than you are right now and trust me, no one, I repeat, NO ONE would want to say a word to you because anything they say might make you shout at them or cry uncontrollably"
"When he comes here, I AM GOING AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME. I MEAN IT AND I'M TAKING YOU WITH ME!"
"Jesus, no. I am not going to come with you to see him! Thanks but no thanks"

It's amazing you're the only person I can be upfront and frank about things like these that make me doubt myself for being human or having feelings.

Thank you for 12AM pillow talks.
Thank you for making damn sure I don't weep like a MASSIVE baby walrus.
Thank you for being you. Obnoxious or not, you are love.

You're my wonderwall.

*****

I need to get out.

Guess what? This pair of shoes in Novo I was eyeing since January is being sold at RM49 now! It used to be RM126, then it was RM59.

"You want it or not?"

I said no.


Wow. First I said no to a necklace, now I said no to a pair of shoes?

I am beyond surprised that my will-power is THAT strong.

Oh, how quaint. Magic Rainbow is playing now.


You know what that means?
It means I should reward myself for being headstrong.


Right after I typed that, they played Always Be My Baby.

THIS CALLS FOR A DOUBLE REWARD!

Toodles.