Being Silly

I am on a secret mission. My compatriots from the land of B... (you know who you are) know what is so secret about the mission. They wish me the best of luck. With a guru like him and a motivator like him, who needs luck? Hahahahaha!

I'm in a mischievous mood, one can tell. I'll blame the mood if he ever questioned my vow to NOT TO SHOP for unnecessary things this month. Hmm... but then again, sandals ARE in my necessary-to-buy list. Comfy sandals, at that. Moreover, shopping with galpals is one of the best therapies after a 'stressful' (yeah) economics test, no? NyehNyehNyehNyehNyeh. The best therapy is an-hour of back massage, of course.

Perhaps, I could get my hands on both Bridget Jones movies. Yes, I haven't watched them and I'm not into thought-provoking materials at the moment, full stop

Or, perhaps, I could use some new magazines too. Glossy magazines. I'll read Newsweek and National Geographic and Off The Edge when he's around :).

Aaaah... I'm enjoying being this non-intellectual being.

A New Blog Entry and a Back Massage

Book review, Research Methodology module, and the never-ending activities occupied my time last week, denying me any space to blog when I had sooo much to 'document'. (Document--> Yeah, I'm finding myself being engrossed with writing about the events in my daily life these days simply because I cherish them) :)

It's not only happiness that I cherish. Today offers me a moment to ponder upon. My sidang have lost in the debate final although Lola, Nasrul, and Anbu have given their best. I've done my best too to make my parents happy. Now I realise how giving our best doesn't necessarily lead to winning; to getting what we hope for. And in loosing, we look back in a different perspective. Who's losing anyway? Nobody.

I must thank Kamal for his patience and passion in guiding me. That's what best friend is for.

Friends.

These are some of my friends, whom together with the rest of Sidang A, won the 'Malam Citra Sanggar Budaya' two weeks ago, performing a contemporary theater entitled 'Neraca Nyali'.

Lola and I. Both of us, Ana, Shima, Lin, Syafiq, and Astar deucedly enjoyed our minor role as THE DANCERS. Ahahah. If only I could be as graceful as Ana, Ayu, Liza, and Siti. And of course, Mas (who performed the opening act), the true gadis melayu on stage (ekeke).

Friends.

They were always there when I was in need too. Thank you Ayu and Fique.

Oh, the pictures above are the last with me spotting long hair. No thanks to the 'netted bun' rule as I had to spend longer time in front of the mirror. Uhuk Uhuk.

Of course, in a different perspective, I look cute, no matter what :)!

Grin Monster

"My baby's got a ticket to ride..." The Beatles.

Kamal is on his way to Kelantan to attend Jack and Farisha's wedding. Selamat Pengantin Baru. Angah and Kak Ita will be there too, with Anis and HARIS.

The cheeky Haris was sleeping soundly when I snapped this picture. As soon as I clicked the camera, he suddenly smiled!

Many things make me smile (from ear to ear) this week. I'll blog about them definitely when Kamal's back in KL. Mwah.

Growing up is... being a matured child.

Starbucks. It sure feels like the old days when I lepak-ed with Mas, Yani, Tiqa, Di, Zam, Michelle, Alariece, Sue, and Zura (not necessarily in that particular order) :).

Then, our favourite game was 'bananas' (the game in which every question is answered in serious manner with the word 'bananas', in which laughter means defeat for the one who answers. Those who ask questions could laugh their hearts out though). As the game heated up and 'bananas' seemed stale, we would change the word to something naughtier ~wink~.

One day, getting tired of 'bananas' and missing the Language Camp fun, we took turns acting out nursery rhymes sung by others. I fondly remember Michelle's (alias Mi Cili ~heh~) acts to our rendition of Three Blind Mice :D. Indescribable.

The last time we gathered at Starbucks was hours after attending Lina's wedding. And we wouldn't move to Danga Bay if the owner didn't start putting up chairs onto the table tops. Nyeh. The endless chatter, the ceaseless laughter. 'Bananas' was played, alright.

Here I am, with a new-found best friend, triggering another Starbuck-venturing days :).

A new (best) friend found, an old (best) friend lost. The old (best) friend and I enjoyed growing up together despite our differences. She loved rhumba and I loved espresso. Both of us adored cheese cakes. She loved feminine novels, I loved biographic novels. Both of us adored glossy magazines. She loved sporty two-door cars, I simply hated them :p. Both of us loved walking.

Yesterday, both of us fell out of love.

My new best friend will disagree. "People fall more deeply in love each ticking second. Even sans time, love will still be there", he once said.

I sip my espresso. The new-best-friend's mantra sips into my mind. The scent of brewed coffee outpowers the scent of Sensi Armani.

You never lost your best friend. She finds new love in someone else, you find new love in someone else. Both of you adore each other (albeit in a different manner).

What does being Chech_MAK really mean?
"Bananas" (^,*) !

Mum's Cooking (I'm Loving It)

Subway for dinner, yet that could not match mum's ikan patin masak lemak cili padi, sambal udang, tempe and tauhu goreng (rangup), bubur pulut hitam, and air barli.