if i wished that everything was how it used to be...life wouldnt be better than it already is.if i wished that everything stayed the same...would'nt it all be dull and boring?if i wished that everything hadn't change...i would never have learnt anything..if time stood still every time we wanted it too...we would have nothing but one discoloured picture in our album.im contented with life..and everything i have...alhamdullillah...why isit that every time after Ustazah Khamariah's class..i feel like getting married??? so abnormal, stange and weird...im only 20. and im not done schooling..haiya!
lets turn the tables around..i think u do this to me coz u hate me..thx..dun blame pple for ur own emotional crapt caused by u and u alone..lets talk about my week..jenow. had consultation..i never know which one is right..."i consulted james" or "james consulted me" i meant to say i was the one given advice and he was the one who pointed where i could change and do better.. so which isit..my english has always been ok but i've never known which is right and which is wrong. since year one lehhhh.. niwaez, pre-consults are extremely nerve wreckin coz u dunno what he's gonna sae...post-con..i swear i thought my feet were off the ground.. like flying...so i also lied when he asked if i already had a story....sorrs..coz he said bu thurs we must show him pagination....the 'old'(inside joke for current MP takers) man only likes the random drawings i do..but hates everything else..i think he hates me too...(aww...ro, why so emo?) no lah..and what i want to do tomoro is watch night at the museum 2!!!!! i lied when i said i watched it "randomly with i dunno who"..tho it was random...i did knoe who i watched it with..i'd never forget it actually....it was a humid night..at old Tmall..before the changes..before uniqlo....before anyone could drive....it was on a new years eve...we didnt knoe wat to do so we decided to watch a movie..after bein stood up by the rest of our friends....that was the only thing our creative minds could think of...watch movie....bodoh! i've always mentioned that i loved the movie with all its AWESOMENESSS....but i've never mentioned that really, i loved the company more(forget konon...testing ajer..last last, dier yang lupe agaknye)...thx Suz!(here i insert his reply myself..."no probs Sus!")last week:mon: cant remembertuesday: cant rememberwenz: cant rememberthurs:cant rememberfridae: cant remembersaturday..chalet..seemed like me celebrated mothers day and a whole list of pple nye bdae..funny..not seen wak and my cuzzins for soo long..."dah besar. boboy, takde girlfriend?" ahahaha..funny lah...abeh.. u call him 'boboy'...i think he was like.. "thanx ar nenek" ahahahaai knoe one of the days i there was bowling..yogurt..mc. cafe..down town..library..art friend..ama..alia..maya..suzie..a whole load of nadia..ferooze..naziehah..and china phone.. i can remember by key words...put them into a story urself la....ok bye bye!lol! so lame ar!!!how about..ciao!?no?hrmm...astalavista bebeh!ok..imma stick to that
lol!tt word makes me laugh...in the buss...alonedriving...alonein my room....alonei gez i'll never be lonely and bored...im only talented in the area of amusing myself....
i will only want to marry merry pple..happy..smiley..optimistic..funny..
hrm..im quite happy i've not graduated...yes i amyes i amyes i am
i hate anugerah...with all the nonsense tt comes with it..its not a singing competition.. its a popularity contest...all the artistry tt comes with singing and performing is gone.. maybe not entirely...but the fact that it is now secondary to the colour of the his hair and the amount of clothes on her body annoys me to the core..im all for my malay community to succeed..especially in the entertainment industry..but not this way. more than anything, i feel we're making a mockery of ourselves..the message : we cant succeed till we act and look like the westerners...who is to blame? Society/Public are made up of a bunch of mindless beings....or are they? then shouldn't they be able to think for themselves??Insane marketing ideas to market the so called "modern malay"and what u'll get is a westerner wannabe..clearly an imitation...tt desperate ar?You assume we want our own set of barbie dolls under our name....Represent our community by being true to or roots... its not kuno.. its not traditional...its just being true to ourselves...i seriously need my own talk show....hrmm.. lets ask mr adi
its graduation season....yay!!!!!not..Dear Ro,It is your fault that you screwed up ur major project and no one else. It was ur choice. Only urs, and no one else. If u didnt mess up ur major project, u would have been done with this wretched school and continue to another school. Ifs and buts can't change all of it now. BUt if only i knew it would feel like this, i would have just escaped for abit to avoid this nonsense season. no.. im not regretting....but im allowed to be sad rite? i dont wanna hear ur nonsense graduation stories..tts why i dun ask...so dun tell me...and if u dunt wanna hear my sappy regret story tts not me regretting anything...stop reading.haiya...ugly robe, faggot shirts and shoesfake smiles, expired food.blinding flashes, useless murmuring,Thank yous and bows and "one, two, three, go!"so longggg suckers!!
can someone tell them life isn't as hard as they think it is ?can someone tell me why everyone wishes their lives were harder than it already is ?can someone tell her, life is what u make of it ?can someone also remind ro's brother to give her 15 dollars as promised ?
how could someone read soo much into the posts of my blog..?for example...which part would you sae..means i eat crazy things like maggots and elephant brain? and also if theres any part of my post which sounds like "ro is a horrible friend who purposely treat people badly" please tell me.. i would like to knoe which part... if pple read my blog just to find faults with me...i say..meet me in person coz u have to see for urself how many 'faults' i have...i'm one of those rejected faulty toys...that kids still want to play with coz its the only one out there..like a G.I. JOE action figure with a half painted body and 3 arms...all the more effective since 3 arms are better than two..so in conclusion...i dun think im the only faulty toy out there....isnt the most important thing is to see the good in pple..? love em FOR their imperfections..i like to knoe and think everyone out there are only out to do good..not harm the pple around them...some sae im gullible....but i choose being happy than sad anytime,any day. and thank you friends for loving me FOR ME...
tt incident made me feel like i was in a relationship tt i wasnt aware of...says nadia..damn funny..so yesterdaysss:went sch at 3, naziehahahs' mother picked me up and drove us to school..her mother looks fierce..but funny..then at sch i didnt show much to mr james coz i spent the whole day before that out with maya...same ol same ol..shopping(maya wanted to go sungei road..and hey..i'd never say no to that..but then also went to bugis vilage)and 18 chefs(not really same ol coz its been loong since i went out shopping with only her..i love maya..she's awesome...)..actually im kinda addicted to that place..coz theres this very chomel stubby looking dude who works there...and he has the most flawless face(smoker alert BTW..how fair is that??)and a very serious work attitude..he looks funny..but serious..other than that its a really nice place to hang..cept it gets a lil full during dinner time....i like that its made up of ex convicts..with tatoos and stuff..changing their lives..taking it into their own hands....ahahaha..makcik blackmarket..lol!there was alot of talking and sharing during dinner....alhamdulillah my life is problem free..free of dudes i mean...major project is still a major problem....but its so sad to love someone who u feel doesnt love you back..hurtful..but ama once told me.."its okay, coz the other person might take a lil longer to realise that she/he has the same feelings too" and i added, "then wait if you know its worth it" but what do i know...i've ran away from anything i think will drive me nuts(dudes i mean)....im more cautious now....coz i've been hurt once.its been soo long.. i forgave but never fergot.and no one deserve to be sad..a day not smiling is a day wasted..i would say..after i sent maya home so she could play with the keyboard i gave her...nad and i tak nak balik...tot of getting yogurt but tutop..i fergot what we did after that..but as usual.. i sent her home then sent myself back home...owh!!!yesterday lahh!!! (tu kan...lari lagi...cerite tak pernah habez)hrmm.. sch...mr.james. home. maghrib. went out..picked nad and went to ehub.. dah kecewa once the day before..we were ever more willing to get our yogurts..makcik bukak ria fm...nonsense channel btw...its for old pple trying to feel young..now warna...thats smtg..there were loads of talking..after we were done...we had a random bowling game..i won of coz...heh...and nad could only hit the pins when i wasnt looking....it was such a fast game...coz there was only the 2 of us.. heh...playing beside professionals btw...how did we know?? they had robocop gloves larh walao..and they were 'shooting' curliess...is tt a bowling term?? alah..what i meant was that they bowled balls that seemed like they were gg to go into the gutter but turn to hit the pins from the centre instead...a wow moment.and then we went to mc cafe. nad has such cravings...she was craving a chocolate cake-ish thingi..but end up buying chocolate browney...alotmore sharing...and i told her smtg i've never told anyone...im not really a sharer....alot of what we all did in our sec life..haishh...those days...i did a tiny bit of work.. we went off..but had no intention to head home...so we went for a drive..another 'craving' of hers was to see private houses...so we went to tt one at pasir ris..i drove round and round and round..right round right round when u go down down....and actually drove by raudah's place..heh...and after that we went to see mansions!!!!dark.. they were nice.. huge.. but alil scary..on the account tat it was night time..and it seemed dark.then i went up to ECP..(insert the most useless crapt anyone should ever hear)its called : MY favourite highway. my favouritedest highway is East Coast Parkway(ECP). it has really wide lanes. the plants that seperates the oncoming traffic is really pretty. and u'll reach a point were you start to see the cityscape. the vaginal wall lights...the spinning wheel thingi..it sumhow always remind me of the rumpelstiltskin(or smtg tt sounds like it) story...u step on a paddle and the thing spins beutiful gold thread..only this one it spins lights like lampu kelap kelip.....and when the lanes get narrower..tts when i anticipate the most awesome sight...the meandering lanes around the flyer...like an almost 360 view of the flyer..and tts also when u can start seeing the full cityscape..(i knoe..im soo boring..but things like these are the things tt make me happy) and when u uturn back at keppel road u drive on the same meandering road...this time its down hill so u see the contrast of the cars travelling in different directions..and again the flyer...but i wont return from the same route..i'll go into KPE (PIE) i think..the tunnel back to tpe...then u can see the lights.. the tunnel is really a pretty sight(i know...again...this gurl is soo boring..i feel so kesian for naddy now...had to listen to my boring ramblings os the simplest things tt i find beautiful) i was goin on and on about the lights.."look there!" "look here!"..macam excited tak bertempat... then every outing always ends with me sending some one home first..then send myself home..i parked at b4...thank god! shade!!!! my sweets didnt melt.. yes ar!then todae:first crit.. i fergot loads of things.. i found out my class only has 7 pple...everyone else had to drop it coz they have so many other subjs to complete.suchs tiny class..and theres this dude with long hair.. so chomel also..then after maghrib go buy otak otak..and send pampers to my nenek house...(the one living with me is my NYAI...tak paham paham!!!) heh
hrmm..i'd rather be the squeezer then to be the squeezee..i really hate feeling like i bother pple... "owh wait..lemmi squeeze you in"of coz no one actually says those exact words...its like i GIVE and GIVE and GIVE....but i dun get anything back....am i too nice?my desperate attempts to satisfy everyone around me is really bothering me....i say, "why bother?"then again..."the smiles you get is always worth it"but then again...not a thank you, not even a smile.and i can't sae no..speech deficiency....im just incapable of caying no... i can type it..but i dont think i can sae it..really, i just want to make sure everyone else is happy... but am i?but making someone else happy makes me happy...but i think its just another excuse..ro, i think u should just keep doing your selfish deeds...it does seems to be working..coz its just another one of those things u call an excuse..
imma be ol'school coz thats the only way to go..coz i've learned(amazing tho i've never felt it before) that love, is not at all like a box of raisins....as the saying goes.. its not at all the same, or wrinkly or good for you...raisins are healthy and good for you..some sae its also good for eyesight...but love is nothing like it..owh?? love is like a box of chocolates??? really? thats how the saying goes???i dunno how i could have mixed em up..maybe coz they're both brown???then it totally makes sense...they look delicious..they taste sweet..they leave stains on our teeth and too much goes straight to ur butt..so yea..love is like a box of chocolates and not a box of raisins..hrmm....
thank you, mama, nyai, nenek & bibik...
hrm...thursday....thursday....thursday...what did i do todae....went watch wolverine with suzieohnoh suwarsoso a.k.a baby naga MAUT....who siahhh??? no clue...ask fahmi ar..it was AWESOME!!! centre centre seats..the one with 2 isles..almost empty theatre..no one around us.. everyone else were seated on the back rows..damn goons go sit far far for what...and the lady-slash-dude at the counter can try selling me laosy seat summore.."5 rows from the back???"..."eww no!are centre centre seats available.?" "yes...so u want right smack at the centre?"wah do i sense a lil sarcasm there?? such a rude he-slash-she..got the cheek to give me seat no. 7 & 8 summore...(f.y.i. center for theatre 6 are 8 & 9...equal no. of seats on the left and right if u go in twos)and the show timing pass already summore..no one else buying after us for that timeslot lah walao...i've gone through the same ol same ol for like a gazillion times, im soo masak with GV nye perangai..havnt they realised that their customers have caught on to their devious tactics?? haiya..but i understand..theyre merely brainless souless beings put on the face of earth to only follow rules set by man as weak as them..abiding by the rules guarantees safety and protection..or does it? there is order and stability but is there any space left for individuality? a boy steps into an MRT and notices a bearded man in torn shabby clothes.. he asks his dad,"whats wrong with that man, daddy?" his daddy just scoffs, saying,"he must be poor".i had all the intention to blog about the movie i watched but suddenly realised how mad this world is..with its rules,fines and more rules...why does it feel like we're no different from robots controlled by the same big mother board..over-writing even a single thought of expressing our individualism..hrmm..wolverine was great btw...then i went to sch...handed in my contract thingi...went to lib and visited the children's section...merepek stories..no 'moral's wan..then i walked home...amazing*in high pitch voice*
so here are a few pointers one should knoe about this famous 'ro' evryone cant stop talking about..ro draws when shes stressed and then gets stressed by her drawings....she's not very good at spelling...but likes over enunciating words when she speaks..most of the time her words get umbled jup..i mean jumped lup.. i mean jumbled up...its ALMOST ALWAYS coz her mind is as essed mup...i mean messed up..is she rude? its debatable. i'd sae she is outspoken..some sae shes obnoxious and mean.. again..debatable..in every of her report slip from primary to secondary school, the teacher never fails to mention the same thing, "siti is a pleasant girl"in other words...mysterious shy girl....if i could just use one word to describe this woman.. she's crazyfunandmysteriouslypleasant ... u're free to disagree..
sing a song of six pencea pocketful of ryefour or twenty blackbirds baked in a pieor smtg tt sunds like it..i could only vaguely recall my childhood...but i never fergot the boy who stole my sticker book.his name is muhammad afiq.hrm...random taught...i think he should have facebook or at least a blog...or a friendster account?? i shall google this thief...
last night i dreamt like i've never dreamt before.vague but highly disturbing-ish. there was no hantu but there was smtg else that scares me even more....confrontation...and somewat like a confessionthere was running, working, random booch-looking starbucks manager sitting on a chair. can't remember if she was smoking but i thnk she was doing some paper work. telling me to not give up...and its not too late...(too late to what??) she was preeching but not too preechy. she told me that i still had time(had time to what??). he(who's "he"???) had finished work or smtg and i could still manage to catch him(again??) before he got on his secret train...i was reluctant but after what she said and how she said it..(its like she knew everything that was gong thru my head)..she mentioned he'd get help from a security guard..(one of his lobangs)..i didnt say anything or asked any questions and i was sumhow pumped..and determined.a kind of determination i never felt before.. not with anyone..or anything.. not even my MP. an so i ran.. looking.. just searching..i didnt know what but deep down i'll just know when i see it..waiting for me in the end of this dim lit tunnel...(tunnel???i knoe...)(and security guard??)..and when i finally reached the end, there he was...the security guard.one of those kind u pluck out from movies..those stereotypical kind...old man in a crisp,not too shabby looking many-sizes-too-big uniform..dirty green top with a darker green for his pants..and his long torchlight attached to a belt that wasnt really helping to hold his pants up at all..and i finally said something...(funny how i wasnt out of breath)"can i have a few more mins? please..."(what was i doing? begging to a man i've never known or met)he(security guard) looked at me and was hesitant...(geez!) he didnt say anything but turned and walked away..indicating he actually permitted me to have some last words with this rum-runner. out from the shadows, he emerged. i couldnt recognize who it was that i was about to speak to as half his face was still in the shadows..but i could tell from just the silhouette that this man/boy was tall. undernourished and boney. tired and obviously over-worked. i said, "i need to tell ya smtg"his nod was slow and weak. and its just when he stepped into the light that i thought he looked familiar. the most sincere eyes ever..that were highly familiar...exuded a familiar warmth only these particular pair of eyes can...we made our way to a wall, sat our butts down with our backs resting on the wall and talked.the conversation was really a confession...i warned him that i was gonna get all girly and was gonna cry......i did...and what happened after it was what i feared most..he left without a single goodbye..and we never spoke or saw each other again..like we lived in different worlds and the was no chance in hell that our paths will ever meet.. again..thank you random booch-looking starbucks manager...thank you mister security guard with the loose pants...if it were'nt for you i've probably had to suffer with 'it' till i die...it was all weird but somehow i smiled...coz i knew that now...its ok to move on...okayy....weirdest dream...rite???? im not too disturbed coz it did make me smile...smiling can't be bad rightt??still a dream is just a dream...its really up to the dreamer....
are u bathing? nope.played badminton todae with andika and maya..i love it when i sweat...sweat all my toxins out...i hate it when it doesnt stop.. like windshield wipers on a rainy day..cept my face towel is absorbent..it should be.. not like i was using someones physics paper to wipe the sweat of my forehead.ate chichi afterwards and had laksa...and popiah...(i knoe!!!!) all the fats burned gained back...today is public transport day. no driving. just buses...and a taxi...(shhhhh)
i feel relaxed and happy...and fine..just (dare i say it?) perfect...its days like this i enjoy the most. simple. peaceful. and all smiles. a lil singing or two...but mostly smiles...i decided that today...(a sunday lehh) i should do my sch work.."do a spread..what ever u can picture about this story...just draw..stop thinking and just draw me a spread!!!!..AGENTS ARE GO!!!!!!" okay okay.. he didnt say tt tiny last part...so i called nadia. working daaa....till 6 lehh... then i called fahmi...and thank god he wasnt lazy today or agreed to follow his dad watch anugerah at eastpoint...(repeat) anugerahhh lehhhh.... kinda random abit. but not so.niwaez he said yes.rinse. brush. rinse.rinse. shampoo. soap. sponge. rinse.rinse. face wash. rinse.last rinse.got ready. carpark. car keys. drove to his blk. typed a msg. no reply. found out i didnt send it. NO WONDER! i still need to get used to china phone ar...(already sissy-fied U KNOE????) cleaned my windows. call. fahmi lahh who else..then off to national lib!!!i hate the national library for its nonsense librarians. "scuse me. dun sit here.covering books on shelf""oh so sorry"(found a pillar...not covering books)"scuse me. dun sit here. blocking the way for the trolleys""oh so sorry"*dialled SUZIE*"we've been asked to move!!!""kk im cmg back"borrowed our books and belah-ed. next. west coast park! damn far.damn random. 2 goondoos..(its coz we're never the ones to know where is where...but i gez we're quite smart coz we did manage to figure out where to go and stuff..with the help of the streetdirectory of coz...MY streetdirectory...(wait..my mum bought it..so my mum ajer lah yang pandai dlm situasi sebergini kann??) its the mos nicest mcd i've ever been too..its like east coast..cept its west...wait.. what am i saying..its better...not that 'west' in general is better than 'east'.. but it was such a beautiful place. i mean its so green... cute families..with cute dogs.. and cute kids. painting a very perfect picture of what having a family is...the weather was also great..alhamdullilah...not hot.. just right..mcd was extra conducive...ard 6.20: dinnernasi ayam penyet at West Coast Plaza The Infront.then send mimi back so he can go read his HP book..one of the things on his "to-do before NS list" its right below "practicing standing broad jump" (why u ask?) only he can answer....next hang with nad..who was not wearing any clothes when i called her...(dun imagine please...) so drove to her blk. picked her up and..."oh tt starbucks with the second floor" we went...another goondoo(and by that, i mean dunnhowtogowherebywhatroutewhatsoeverbebeh) but we manage to find it..which is awesome. big splash starbucks dunno how to make my raspberry ripply thingi. it had ice chips..not well blended arrrr.. i like my drinks smooth..u're suppose to feel like a princess when u drink it (princess???) its coz its like eating a raspberry ripple ice-cream minus the dripping mess and the chewing....like someone did that all for you,leaving u with just the task of enjoying the taste. haishhh...nad had dunnoewhat drink and a dunnoewat cheesecake. and we talked. she told a tale of a silly girl and her flirtatious ways. i told a tale of a happy girl who had the most splendid day. we both smled and left the starbucks coz it was getting smokey....damn you smokeroos! so we drove off with the windows down. "nad darl, i have to clue how to get back""ro, neither do i"so we drove..i thought i was following the signs pointing to PIE. but then it made me go round and round like a merry go round...then i saw a sign to ECP, and felt more confident. and safe..highways make me feel safe. minus the possibilities of accidents. talked while sending her home. drove back and alangkah saye terperanjatnye...takde parking cept for the ones tt are roofless. my sweets are going to melt...bye bye sweets...bye bye kerepek sambal...haiya! and when da park baru dapat msg...(let me switch back to eng) my mum msged.i replied as i dragged my feet down 6 short flight of stairs..imagining the sweets crying for help...with their high pitch screechy irritating voice they scream, "we're meeeeellllllttttiiiiinggggggg...".then i had to remind myself to call maya about badminton..."callmayacallmayacallmayacallmayacallmayacallmayacallmayacallmayacallmayacallmaya" all the way home..dropped my bags.carried the books in with me as i reported to my mother "ma, i dah balik" flipped the curtain hoping she caught a glimpse of me juggling a heavy stack of books plus one file to show her that her daughter is rajin and has potential to be the next julia robert or anne hataway or even maryl streeeeep bebeh... but she didnt for she was half asleep. she let out a barely audible "mmmm..ok" and continued watching her tv. i love my mum and she loves all of us...though she screams if we balik lambat (gillerrrr) but her faintt one breather acknowledgment sighs shows she cares and she's extremely thankful we're back safe at home. releasing a last sigh of relief she falls back deep into her sleep going back to her lovely dreams of her 3 lovely kids.....dreams of her non-existent 'lovely' kids...heh
I AM AN AWESOME DESIGNER, and I AM AN AWESOME FRIEND.
Ro here.Who's there?
Born on 21st July 1989.My parents' only baby girl.
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