Sweet Birthday

Hie world!

I could not login my blogspot *smacks forehead*. See, I need a new laptop. Anywho, yesterday was Azrin's 24th birthday! Omgheissooldicouldhearhisbonescracking heee.

I'm so hyper.I miss my blog. Exam next week, have not start anything *bangs head on the wall*.

Oh yeah, back to birthday boy's big day.Since its now 11.35 pm (scientists say must sleep before 11pm), and le cousin is snoring next to me and it is really tempting me to go sleep (I think she's having a naughty dream *stares at haniff*) so this is just gonne be a short one.

Treated Azrin and Ashraf (not his birthday but hi ashraf! *waves*) Haagen Dasz as a pre-birthday dessert. Actually, we were bored waiting for the party to start.

A few little little birdie told me Azrin little brother is...is...is....... how do we say this, cute?comel?panas?What say you.

..haih this boy, people buy ice cream for him, he go eat Jusco bread *shakes head*

Ok, le cousin just vibrated!!I swear!! HAHAHAHAHAH! Ok, maybe I should sleep on the floor. Bye! *carries pillows and blankets*

BYE *flying kiss* (seriously, what's wrong with me?)

Happy birthday beepster!Bah!!

Strike

I went bowling the other day with Azrin and his brother, Ashraf. Bowling- as far as I would go with sports. This is like, what they call it, cardio for me.hehe.

Honestly, I stink in bowling. The ball would just either swerve to right or way to the left. Starting to think my arm is senget. Now, the Faizs, on the other hand, were on a roll with 'X' and '/' everywhere. Showoff, pfft.

"P" is me, followed by "A" for Azrin and the 3rd "A" is Ashraf.

First round..



Meh, I beat Ashraf *flips hair*.

Second round..



*hides*

By the third round, my arm was about to fall off and I was smelling some awesome food behind. The pins was also starting to look like drumsticks.

Yes, yes, I stink!

But in my defense, Azrin and Ashraf are some competitive brothers, Kinda like...Serena and Venus.Bahaha.

P'riok

It was our 40th month-anniversary the other day (here's a bucket if you need to barf). Usually Azrin will bring me out for a nice dinner and stuff, but this time I decided to turn things around when I surprise him with a steamboat buffet. My treat this time.

This place is a little bit secluded, but it was a gorgeous place. You dine by the lake, where your boyfriend could start reading you poems, and dedicate the moon to you. Ok, if Azrin did that, I would probably push him into the lake.Cheeseball.

Screw having you swin across the ocean (or lake!) in the name of love, I'm here for the food, baby!

We did'nt eat by the lake because if we did, I would have to walk quite far (with stairs!) to the buffet table, and knowing, a super clumsy girl, the idea of me on heels, balancing 40 plates of food is not a good sight. I might just fall and have freaking crabsticks and quail eggs flying everywhere and might even end up in someone's hair. Yikes!

They really got my two thumbs up because of this:

YAM ICE CREAM!!!Anyway, back to us. After 40 months, I think that Azrin and I have grown (physically too!) so much that we just act differently. For example, if we were having a fight, instead of calling my best friend and starting a conversation with "OMG did you know what he did? Such a jerk!", we tend to settle in between us, and that other people did not need to know our problems. We're also getting pretty awesome at pretending nothing happened when we have company.

Ngawh, we've grown up sho fast.

Happy 40th, awak!

Melayu Celup

My girl friends and I have a weird problem. Sometimes, when we text/BBM/Whatapps/on the phone, we like to pretend that we are some Makciks that wears kain batik and gossip with the other makcik next door. Sometimes, we even like to talk like...err..rempits? Somehow, we always end up sounding a little, how do we say this, different.

Fara Whatapps me this morning, and I managed to capture it.hah.
You'll see what I mean..

12:02 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Makcik!!
12.02 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Apa atas?

12:03 PM: Fara: iye saya
12:03 PM: Fara: Mane awak menghilang?
12:05 PM: Fara: Tak ada kelas ka?

12.05 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Ada tetapi seperti tak ada
12:05 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Kenapakah?
12:05 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Awak sudah tidak bekerjakah?

12:06 PM: Fara: Seperti tak ada? Muahahahaha...
12:06 PM: Fara: Saya tidak mahu berkerja..

12:06 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Jadi awak buat apa sekarang?

12:07 PM: Fara: Saya duduk di rumah sahaja
12:07 PM: Fara: Saya nak jadi gangster hari ni

12:07 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Awak tidak berhati jantung (sebab perut ada)

12:07 PM: Fara: Mari lah lepak

12:07 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Oh tidak...zaman gangster awak kembali?
12:07 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Lepak di manakah?
12:07 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Tetapi saya ada ujian esok
12:07 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Tetapi ujian buka buku

12:07 PM: Fara: Iye saya.. Saya rasa mahu meng-ila kan diri

12:08 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Ilah-dengan sebiji H

12:08 PM: Fara: Ujian tidak penting utk menjadi seorang gangster
12:08 PM: Fara: Cik Peah di mana ye?

12:08 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Saya bukan gangster. Saya inging berjaya di menara gading

12:08 PM: Fara: Saya telefon tidak mahu diangkat
12:08 PM: Fara: Menara gading!!
12:08 PM: Fara: Hahahahahhaha
12:10 PM: Fara: Mari lah makan tgh hari lambat

12:10 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Mungkin telefonnya jauh di sana dan diri dia di tempat lain
12:10 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Saya mahu ke decanter dengan ajin untuk bersantap

12:10 PM: Fara: Mungkin juga

12:10 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Mahukan awak mengikut

12:10 PM: Fara: Decanter? Apakah itu?

12:11 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Itu adalah tempat makan adik adik

12:11 PM: Fara: Dimanakah?

12:11 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Di Damansara Ketinggian

12:12 PM: Fara: Oh, tidak mengapa.. Begitu jauh perjalanan mahu kesana
12:14 PM: Fara: Apakah yang anda plan (dlm bm ape?) utk menyambut nya?

12:14 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Jadi apakah pelan hidup anda
12:14 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Pelan lah
12:14 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Ini lah orang tak pergi menara gading
12:14 PM: Sharifah Fadilah: Saya pon belom pasti lagi.

Phewww. That was hard. After a while we will just gradually go back to english, and life is all glitters and unicorns again.

BTW, on day, i'll show you my conversations with Sarah. You'll die. That girl should not call herself a malay.

I got it from my Mama

Dear Mama,

Thank you for cooking the most ah-ma-zing food in the world. Only you would call me fat while serving ikan masak lemak and say "eat, eat, later u lapar"

Thank you for calling me every morning until my phone battery runs out just to wake me up for class.Even if my class is in the evening.

Thank you for updating me with all the Malay drama there is on TV, when I miss an episode or two. Only you would understand my need to watch Nur Kasih. Oh yes, now your obsession with Indonesian dramas sometimes makes me feel like Bunga Citra.

Thank you for understanding the need of buying new clothes and handbag every week, and projecting those ideas to Abah. Yes, those handbags of yours that I 'borrowed', you'll probably not going to get it back.

Most importantly, thank you for raising me up, til where I am now. I thank you for giving me a comfortable life, and I appreciate every second of it. You're like my best friend that would never backstab me (maybe a couple of times when I told u a secret, and you told Dad). You might be the only person who would still love me even if I'm bald (because Dad is not a big fan of bald people).

I love you more than anything in the world. I am truly sorry if I have ever hurt your feelings, raised my voice, broke your necklace (no, it did'nt just dissapear like that), trouble you and ate your last piece of cake.

Sayang Mama!!!

-Adik

They say everyday is mother's day. Of course it is. My mother thinks so because she wants a present everyday. Sorry ma, I love you everyday, but I'll only get you MD gift once a year.

Dad : Hah new handbag. don't ask me for one anymore

Mom : says who?

Dad : What r u going to do with the overflowing handbags in the room?

Mom : Charity. It'll be empty again, and you can buy me new ones.