three, in december

this past weekend was great. quality time spent with syg. i complained to him saying the only time i see him is when he comes home. so this weekend we made the most out of our time :)

on saturday, i met him at outram park mrt; him from work and me from home; and we headed to harbourfront. walked around harbourfront and i was super hungry, so i hint2 la nak makan. we walked by a pushcart selling bags and there was this fake fredperry shoulder tote bag that was so totally cute. the weird thing was that syg was more excited about it than me. hahahaaha! he kept saying its cheap and pretty. but well $20 is still a lot of money for me who’s not working. plus it’s fake… i don’t know. i’m just iffy about fake things…

next! we went to sakae. i wanted rice because i was damnnn hungry so i ordered chicken katsu don (without onions please) and syg ordered a few plates of spicy salmon gunkan (member dah pandai makan raw salmon. BUT only spicy salmon cos the spices mask the raw taste. he still can’t take salmon sashimi etc. lol).

me taking a pic of syg taking a pic of me. lol.
he likes to do this.

wasabe~~~~~~~~~~!!!! my favourite.
i will literally soak every single sushi in it. :D

now the coke comes in cute bottles like this!
but kan, cheat my feelings only. it’s only 250ml.
even cans are 330ml. i was so thirsty.

after that, out we went for smokes and then! hahaha.. we started on our mini-hike to henderson waves. luckily it just rained! the rainforest was not as humid as it would have been before. no pictures cos i was an exhausted whale climbing up the stairs of the marang trail.. camera dalam bag! and bag last2 khidir yang angkat! lol. he left me behind huffing and puffing and waited for me at the top of mount faber. lol lol lol. and to think i was wearing a dress that day! mampos! nasib i didn’t bother putting on makeup, if i had, i’d have left a trail of sticky foundation behind me throughout the path. lol.

made our way through mount faber, to henderson waves, and then! i wanted to sit there for a bit, but khidir wanted to go on! giler or what! kalau properly outfitted, with water bottles and proper footwear and such, i can la! actually no need la, but i was wearing a dress that day seh. i told him to get to hort park he’d have to walk through freaking kent ridge park and all, through freaking science park, where mama works. he was horrified and dropped the idea. LOL!

i think that the monkeys also put him off the idea. somebody scared got monkey land on his head in the forest mah. kalau aku letak pisang atas pala dia, maybe la. haiyo. badan je besar! tsk.

cabbed our way to sembawang like sissies after that. basking in the aircon!!!!!!! hahahahaha. we are getting old :( (and spoilt and lazy)

next day after leaving his parents’ house we went to collect my bag from colorwash. the tape marks are not visible anymore but you can still feel a difference in the leather la. you can also see the marks when you look closely. sad. it’s a love-hate relationship that i have with my bag now. sedih kan? my first chanel… ruined by someone’s stupid mistake. 4 months of my salary arghhhhhhhhhhh! alah tawakal la. tak baik ungkit2. i believe it’s a honest mistake. nothing is forever~ (but that doesn’t mean i can’t be sad about k :PPPPPPP)

after that we camwhored a bit outside mandarin gallery. orchard rd is really a very nice place to be now, and plus it wasn’t crowded at all yesterday. the only blot on the road is old tong building and lucky plaza, lol. tempat2 cukup bersejarah. haha

i very boring la smile like that je now. but i’m super self-conscious about my gap tooth especially since the gap is getting bigger. ni dah bukan madonna, ni dah african tribe shaman siol. oh well. will die-die pasang braces this year.. duit moh mai jek. pffft.

again; me taking a pic of him taking a pic of me.

lepas tu we watched wolfman at cineleisure. i saw someone whom i once lay beside (among other friends) and talked about drug potency and took the train with home, a total stranger. so weird, that other life. anyway. wolfman was sucky but syg liked it and as usual after every movie he action to be the protagonist/antagonist, and in this case, the wolfman. mintak penampar habis. hahaha. we bus-ed back super tired tapi tetap tengok cerita cina on channel 8 sampai kul 1 pagi. now bby’s at work and i’m here updating and rambling needlessly on this stupid blog. so with that i say goodbye la! nak tido balik!

PS. he forgot, but we were actually celebrating our 92nd monthsary. well, he says, now, he’s only counting in years. but i still count in months. :P

11 feb 10: makeup shopping with the tunang-to-be:

our only picture. toilet at Ion. lol.

=============

12 feb 10: surprise visit @ ikin’s workplace with mama:

drinking yummy things at mr. prata

longan ice blended. heavenlyyyy

feeling2 tourist

“nak kene try amik gambar lain2 angle la macam gini” – my mother the closet camwhore.. oops, camhog (isn’t hog a pig? that’s worse.)

=============

18 feb 10: makeup and hair trial with tunang-to-be:

weee success! eyeshadow took a bloody long time cos i was figuring out the colours.

will have fresh flowers in her hair for the day itself! :D

inspired by Lancome’s Spring collection this year:

will need more blue eyeliner and a more coral lip colour (check, check.)

it is sad, and sickening at the same time, when i ponder over people.

because i know, as well as you, sincerity is very hard to come by. these days, where kids grow up too fast, in too harsh a world, where do you find a non-fake smile or gesture?

i’m not pointing fingers at anyone while not pointing any at myself. i know i must have done it too. i’m sure i have, but only memory fails me. besides, who would want to carefully archive a slight of humanity, a weakness of ourselves? surely there are people out there, who feel as i do now, who have cursed me for using them, for using our friendship to my own ends.

i’m not perfect. but at least i am aware of it now. i’m no longer a crude, outspoken bitch, no longer a wayward teen who gets everything her way because she wills it, who made so many ties of friendships she forgot about the meaning of them.

these days, i’m pretty much the girl everyone forgot about, and no one remembers, and i’m fine with that. i’m the girl who gets interrupted by others while she’s talking, who didn’t get called up for social gatherings, who’s very hard to contact and harder to meet up with. i’m fine with that. i like company, but i am better with solitude.

and so, with all this alone time on my hands, begins the many observations of my deeds past and present, my life – all bounty and lack of it; the things i have or have not done, or said, or want… there’s a lot of wanting that i’ve found in myself. many regrets and shame, but what does time care? life has gone on.

as it goes on, and as i do the mundane, trivial things i do everyday, housework, reading, playing games and stuff on the computer – like this, blogging, or some rare occurrence now – like facebook, i get to glimpse a little of the people i call acquaintances, friends and family. and though i’m one hell of a bad friend – as in, fucking hard to get in touch with; i don’t answer calls, i reply texts late, etc., i do think about them. i feel wonder at those who have succeeded, glee at reading funny statuses and threads, exasperation at those still stuck in stupid situations, and disgust for the even stupider ones complaining and gossiping and yakking about every single thing.

sometimes, i find that they are doing great without my friendship “present”, so i suppose the effort given of thinking about them more than exceeds my “requirements” as a friend. after all, what is a sincere and true friend? some people, i know, sneer and call me the non-existent friend, but is that the worse? i could be fake, you know. i could be a backstabber, a gossiper. you say i call you only when i need you. isn’t that what friends are for? to be there when we need them? do i repudiate them? no. friends are always friends to me. the real ones know this.

it’s just too bad when you find out one who isn’t a real friend, because you thought they were, eh? you thought they understood.

i am your sincere friend, if you care to think of me that way. i may laugh and cry with you, i may call you stupid and rail at you for making stupid decisions in life, i’ll tease you like a sibling and curse at you like a minah, if only you’ll do the same.

don’t think that i’m too slow or stupid to catch your sarcasm, your side glances, your laughter at my back. you see, because i’m no longer a crude, outspoken bitch, i simply do. not. bother. my sincerity is still sincere. you can deal with your karma later. :)

we did good this CNY cum long-weekend holiday, no days wasted doing nothing. i’m shagged from lack of sleep and rest! although i slept in the afternoon for a good 3 hours today, i’m still lethargic. on to the past 4 day’s itinerary:

- saturday: bugis for khidir’s singlet *again*, kfc dinner at sunplaza, overnight at sembawang house

- sunday: sentosa from morning to night, dinner at alkafe under my block

- monday: spring cleaned our room and mopped and swept the house, percy jackson movie & dinner at burger king at west mall, picnic, singing songs, takraw and kite-flying with family at west coast park. i got to meet mister mimar for a while before he fell asleep :)))

- tuesday: to sembawang house for movies, watched 2012 and blue crush. sent k’s brother to work at changi airport, teh at alkafe downstairs again, and home sweet home.

anddddd today, i am down with a semi fever. got to read my book though. attempting to finish it and another one before my due date tomorrow (but got one day grace right? hee). mimil was supposed to come for her trial makeup and hair, but we’re doing it tomorrow cos i finally fell asleep and didn’t want to get up LOL. now waiting for k to get home! mama cooked ikan masak lemak. yummy!

piccos from sunday outing (tu je yang aku pakai camera lol). got a huge number more but malas nak edit and upload;

Aku sangat bosan hari ini.

Bosan. Bosan. Bosan.

Dan ini sebabnya aku sekarang sedang menulis dalam bahasa ibundaku.

Memang ada juga kerja rumah yang tertinggal. Memang benar, aku boleh menghabiskan masa lapang ini dengan aktiviti-aktiviti membersih rumah, menyapu lantai, atau mencuci baju.

Tetapi baju sudahku cuci hampir empat kali hari ini. Mengapa?

Kerana jiran baruku ini yang mintak disepak sehingga giginya bersepai.

Lucu betul aku menulis dalam bahasa Melayu, ya. Tersenyum sendiri seperti beruk dengan pisangnya.

Ah, jiranku. Aku tidak pasti apa yang dibuatnya itu di dalam rumahnya. Ternyata, apa yangku pasti cuma ada satu bau yang sangatlah busuk dari rumah itu, walaupun pintunya ditutup.

Sudah dua hari baunya begitu. Bapa aku sudahpun menegur mereka dengan cara baik, tetapi nampak-nampaknya, sia-sia sahaja usahanya itu.

Apa yang patut aku buat? Haruskah aku terus menelefon polis? Atau melaporkan masalah ini kepada pihak TC? NEA?

Baiklah. Sekarang aku juga sudah bosan menulis pos ini. Sekian!