Issues of the heart..

In about 4 hours time, I'm supposed to head for the airport.. Some of you guys might already know, but if you don't, I'm sure it's not a surprise.. Tho' I still apologise if you were planning something that includes me.. You know me.. I'm a last-minute-er and unbelivably impulsive.. Real sorry..

My passport expiring?? I took care of that.. All you need is the internet and a VISA creditcard.. So now it's due 2011.. Valid for only 5 freaking years... WTH.. So just imagine if the average Singaporean travels only twice a year out of town.. It means, that out of the 96 blank pages, only 10 (the most) will be used.. And if they travel to places that issue no stamps, like Swiss, then maybe 9... But watever it is, Hong Kong is a big possibility... Hehehe...

But before I go and forget about reality, I wish to jot down something here that has been bothering me past few days, so that I'll remember em when I get back.. And realise these problems still exist..

Issue 1: Lately my aunt, Cik Ani, desperately tried to matchmake me again (for the 10000th time).. Said he's cute and smart and polite and rich..

Issue 2: People pushing me to start a serious relationship with GUY1.. He's real nice and all.. But to me, he' no more than a good friend...

Issue 3: Flirting with GUY2, with kisses and occasionally make out with him, even tho' he has a GF already.. Feels like I'm wearing half of his pants and his GF the other half...

Ok.. I'm about done.. Too sleepy to continue..

So.. til I fly back home, You guys shall have all the relieved sighs breathing out of them my now..

melompat lebih tinggi

That song's stuck in my head now... I love Sheila On 7.. They're one amazing, talented band..

Remember the time I said we should cut down the parties and save up??

I should have shut up.. Shit happens and it has to be during exams.. I haven't been going to work for more than 3 weeks now.. And there's a huge hole in my account.. It's been crazy..

Having the room to myself is quite nice, really.. Just a lil' too empty sometimes.. Trying to switch back to 'single-hood'.. So going out with friends is my only other option to having any form of human contact.. Tho' some do come and stay over..

And one comes every nite..

You can see her pics here tonite..


aaawww...



she's almost 2 feet tall..



forever cleaning herself..



cute paaaaaawwwws..



She likes this carpet..



And scratching her ears on my chair..



Coming in from the window..



And out..

I'm gonna flunk everything!

The picture on the right is gonna be Aidil's new cover for his portfolio..

Very honoured indeed.. I wish all the best and success to you..

Of recent events, farewell is the theme..

Salleha left right after my paper on thursday, who, for the first time, I truly hug as I carried her HUGE luggage for her into the boot of a long- awaited cab.. I never thought it could be this emotional for me.. But yes, as my mom use to say,

"You'll never know people, until you live with them."

as she jokingly expressed her life living with, ahem, you know who.. Living with Salleha for almost a year now, it's weird how it just ended.. Somewhat the same feeling you get as you graduate from secondary school.. How you felt it was just yesterday you got your PSLE results.. Hall 2 Room 2- 130 has brought us together and many many memories of late night snacking, dikir barat steps brainstorming, volleyball- ing and movie nights with the DVD player.. I almost feel like we're a couple- separated.. Couldn't imagine living with someone else, but her..

To have complete understanding of why I am the way I am and tolerating my sleepless, noisy nights while you're trying to sleep is almost humanly impossible.. And for that, Salleha, I want to say thank you for all the joy and support you've given me here in my first year in NTU.. And I want to apologise for being the jerk that I am to you.. I owe this much to you in experiencing a great partnership and friendship in life..

Second farewell was sending my parents off to Thailand, as usual, but this time with more kisses.. This examinations period made me realise what a terrible daughter I've been, and an ungrateful one at that.. Since next Sem I'm not gonna stay in dorm, I hope to contribute more to my family back home.. And to be honest, I've never been more excited about going home, grabbing Adreena for no reason and smelling my room again..

And the next two farewells were generally done to save my friendships.. The first ended in a somewhat hanging note.. It'll be weird to talk to him again, but we'll see.. And the other, was a farewell to a very confused superhuman who is still very lost in finding his birth planet.. Torch? Superman? Wolverine? A cat I adopted?

Who knows??

So goodbye everyone, and good nite!

A breath of fresh air..

Something interesting happened today..

Woke up at about 1330hr today and joined my fellow ex- tpjc mates to visit Said at NUH.. Unexpected, but it was something I really needed.. Times like these, when I was just recovering from the shock of a best friend's death, all confused by the uncertainty of my upcoming exams and the outcome of my transfer of course, good news comes skipping along like a fruit of basket to my doorstep..

Firstly, Sal and I met Fark at NUH.. Noticed a big guy in black from afar, somewhat like Fark, only to realise it was REALLY him.. Shocked by his ability to gain so much weight in so lil' time, I just had to greet him with "Santa!"... Hehe..

Then we met the rest- Pak, Hafiz and Didi.. Went up to ward 43 and there he was.. Boy, did he grew.. Everyone grew (including myself), save Pak... Meaning one thing: Iskandar Shah, get a girlfriend..

But Said was amazing.. Initially, before the accident, he must've weighed 50+kg.. After the accident, he plunged to 30++kg as he was only consuming the liquified nonsense through tubes and now, he looks like a massive 60++kg..

It's great to see him getting better.. His limbs especially, I remembered how fragile and thin he looked while sitting on his wheelchair at his grandma's place when we visited him for Raya.. And now that his head doesn't look so damaged, the bandages are kinda cute, actually..

Really happy for him.. Thank God.. And Said got his memory back and he's able to move ALOT more than he did, write some and speak some.. I could really feel Said's presense once again.. It's weird how I can't talk much to him while others can go "Said lapar eh?" or "Said suka makan ayam?" with him... Maybe because I felt it was too insulting for such an intelligent guy.. Can't treat him like he's some retarded child, what more when we actually had really mature conversations in JC..

So many questions I want to ask him.. I'll wait til he's able to talk again.. Nonetheless, I did try my best just now..

A harsh lesson for him for fucking up ONCE.. I swear he was probably one of the few most responsible guys I knew in the group..

But boys are boys.. And because his reflexes are badly damaged, glancing at my boobs seemed more like a stare.. Awkward moment there.. Fark, of course, was somewhat amused by that.. Especially that I pile on easily on my curves, people can't help but notice..

After Said ate dinner, we head for Simpang Bedok, bumping into Taufiq and Mr. Samad, who still call me 'Cedar' since God knows when...

Events after that felt like a horrible menstrual cramp: a long awaited b'fast-cum-lunch-cum-dinner and WEIRD conversations with Hafiz in the train and at Simpang.. Freaky shifty eyes.. Hehe..

So here he is: Said on the road to recovery!



Said!!! (and his personal scratching nurse, Iskandar Shah aka Pak)



This was the Said before...

Adventure Race Singapore 2006

Ok.. So yeah, we managed the 12km.. and we're not last..


Woah..

And I need to thank my 2 other team mates: 'Grandma panties' (aka Human Torch) and Maniq. These 2 guys were there for me all the way. Through the 'trainings', my ups and my downs, and even carried me during the race, UPSLOPE! They are pure gentlemen who, despite me being uncontrollably impulsive, were incredibly patient and polite. And yeah, quite an experience. It wasn't easy having me around, trust me.

The race? I think 60% of it was cycling. From Padang, to Mount Faber, to Sentosa, back to Padang. It involves running, biking, abseiling, ropes ascending, tyrolean traverse-ing, swimming and rock climbing. So yeah, I feel fucked. Upside- down..