End of One Ramadhan

It was our last day fasting. Fuh, a month went by so quickly, but I'm feeling pretty glad and looking forward to going out for lunch again (instead of hiding McD in your car during that time of the month).

Azrin and I have been going out for Sahur almost every morning, and this morning was our last Sahur. He have been eating petai everyday for a month that on our last Sahur, they were out of petai HAHA *stuff nose with cotton*.

Yes, I can sleep and eat at the same time. I am special.

No more vichudda please omg i'm starting to smell like padprik udang.

Last buka puasa :

So what do we do on the last day of Ramadhan? Its like war in this house where Chief Mommy would order us all to clean, vacuum, organise, cut onions, clean fish, boil ketupat *puts on ear plug and curl into bed*.


..and little troubly helper *poke*.

....what I look forward to most.....

RAYA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's just hope I can still fit my baju raya.

Raya Gadget

I've wanted an Ipad for quite sometime now. Just to play games. Sure, some of you might think 'might as well just buy an Iphone'. I keep my nails long all the time (Yes ma, syaitan hanging for their dear life on em), so if I were to use an Iphone, sending a text might take a year. Me and teeny little touchscreen gadgets can never be friends. Ever.

...and the invention of Ipad. Iphone, on steroids. Awesome. Suitable for them chubby fingers and long nails.

Me : Abang, I want and Ipad2 *hint*
Abang : Go get it yourself.

Me : Abah, can I have an Ipad2?
Dad : ....a what?
Me : Nvm.

*breaks piggy bank*

*cry*

Oh, I forgot, my one ray of hope *lightbulb*

Me : Bee, you know that saying, err, happy wife happy life.
Azrin : ..........
Me : Ok, nevermind, I want Ipad 2. White. Please.
Azrin : For what?
Me : To play games.
Azrin : No. because u're just going to play for a week and break it.

Maybe God wants me to just stick to Poker on BB.

But but but today....

See, the chances of your prayers being heard by God in Ramadhan is just waaaay higher.

I have the greatest boyfriend in the world. Any of you skanks try to steal him from me.... oh you just watch out.

"Happy Wife, Happy Life"

Azrin : Shoo..now go play far far away.

I.Feel.Loved.

French with a Twist

I promised Sarah I would treat her for a meni-pedi day for her birthday (which I also bought her the tallest pair of heels she's got). What better way to kill time when fasting but to treat yourself with the bestie and gossip.

Unfortunately we were seated far from each other and there was a lady in between us. So gossiping means that poor lady would know everything about us and our friends within an hour.

Damnit.

So we opted for french meni, hand paraffin, hand and leg scrub and pedi. Yes, when we say we want to kill time, we really really do.

Look at the hardened, dead skin they scraped of my feet!! Omg disgusting.

So that was the longest time I have ever spent doing my nails. Who spent three hours in a nail salon? We did!

See, our frenchie was with a little twist. We made the tip coloured. Maybe it is not called French no more...

Sarah : What tip should mine be?

Me : Gold!!
Sarah : Taknak lah, macam korek taik telinga.
Me : Eww.

Ramadhan

How's puasa so far everyone?

I think the biggest ramadhan challenge is driving home during rush hour, trying to make it in time for breaking fast AND try to keep it cool and not curse so that your pahala points are not deducted for every guy that cuts you without signaling.

Patience.

Sabar itu separuh dari iman.

I have not been seeing my friends much. I gave myself a week off from class the whole of last week (self-declared state of emergency). Everyday, before 7pm, I'll be in my room watching any possible non-vulgar, non-18sx series I can find (to be on the safe side, I stocked up on malay series-Tahajjud Cinta). Only at night will I be out and about, even that, I hardly see my friends.

So one day, I gathered them up for buka puasa.



While some of us was counting minutes, others were busy playing taptaprevenge to kill time.



Siapa yang menang tu, maknanye banyak energy nak focus, maknanye tak puasa.kan?heh.

Food came, did not have time to take pictures of food. But 3 seconds later...



*burp*

I might be a little late, but I would like to wish everyone a Happy Ramadhan!!!! Looking forward for Raya though :)

Blonded

You know why is it best to head to a salon with Mom?

Because I can do whatever I want to my hair and she'll pay for it. Awesome. So she had some touch up to be done so I was'nt going to miss out. My hair was starting to look like Simba anyway.

Mom: Adik, do whatever you want, but no more pink and all this weird colour.
Me: Blonde?
Mom: Ok.

She's a bit traumatised because back then I had pink and purple streaked hair, and after a week it turned bleached blonde and super damaged. That means multiple trips Mom had to bring me back to fix it. Well, she was the one who did not want to walk around with crazy hair kid following her.

So I opted for some blonde highlights, and some treatments.

I hate waiting for hours to do my hair. Gosh, the things us ladies do to be presentable. Men just step into a barbershop and voila in 15 minutes, and only cost 10 bucks *shakes head*.



End result??

It looks much brighter in some sunlight.

So, what does Dad/driver do while waiting for us?



Aww, if this isn't love for his wife and daughter, I don't know what is. He did hunt for the remote and changed it to news.Boring.

First Experience

I know nothing about football. I just don't see the point. So while people argue about Arsenal, MU, Liverpool and what not, I was busy flipping a magazine.

But one thing I am, I would do anything for my country. As much as people thing its funner, more happening, cooler, colder elsewhere, my heart belongs here. If you're a Malaysian, try having that 'eww omg what's wrong wit this country' conversation with me. It will end up nasty.

I do follow malaysian football, sometimes. I mean, I watched the suzuki cup that got us a public holiday, I watched the games versus the big clubs recently, and I thought our football team have come a long way. They did pretty awesome. I watched how our ass got kicked in Singapore and group texted my friends:

"Let's go to the football match on Thursday"

...of course, knowing it was from me, I did not get a reply straight away. They probably thought I was kidnapped or something.

Lala : What football match? There's a football match. Let's buy matching jerseys!!

Ah, birds of a feather....

Sofia, Sarah and I was heading to Bukit Jalil. C'mon, it was our first time, how would we know that people goes to the stadium at 2pm when the match was at 8.45pm? I mean, it was 6.30 and we were all still putting on make up (ok, blonde moment.we did'nt know that it was going to be that hot and pretty pointless to wear make up).

We did not know if we should take the LRT or drive there. We decided to take the LRT. Big mistake. A friend drove and reached way before us. The LRT was so packed, we did not have to hold on to the pole because there was no way we were going to fall even if the bloody LRT topple over. Yes, there was so much walking and running needed I was sweating cats and dogs. I bet I burned as much calories as Safee. Ok, maybe as much as the coach.heh. What was fun was that at one point everyone started singing and stuff and I got super excited in that damn cramped up LRT.



Yes, we got trashed, but it was worth it. I lost my voice for a couple of days, but honestly, its so much funner than watching at home with Dad and his keropok. I looked around and thought this is one way to get all of us Malaysians, no matter what race, religion, which state you're from together and support one thing. So freaking awesome!

You know they say, watching live football is addictive? Maybe next time I'll bring a portable air-cond.

Woof

Went out of the house this afternoon and saw a dead puppy in the middle of the road.

That puppy was quite a topic on my street today. Some idiot ran over the little puppy (seriously, its a housing area with a million speed bumps and still can't slow down and avoid a little puppy!) and didnt even bother helping that poor little thing and just left him in the middle of the road. When we all knew about him, he was already dead (no movement, no sound, nothing).

A few hours later, a female dog, which I assume was his mother came and sniff around the little puppy and she looked like she was crying (I was watching from my garden). A tear came down my cheek. Suddenly the little puppy let out a tiny sound to his mommy. OMG he's alive!! A few guys waws trying to pick the puppy up and send him to the vet, now that he's alive. But mummy dog was being super protective. Few minutes after that, the puppy died for real.

*cry*

Since evening, mommy dog was sniffing around the neighbourhood, looking for her child. Omg its so sad, I tell you. She really follows whatever that passes by her and she get so dissapointed when its not her puppy. Now, she's just lying down in front of my neighbour's house hoping she would get to see her little puppy again.

*double cry*

A dog loves her child like that. Some people can't love their children half as much as that dog does. We have akal, how come we sometimes find humans act worse then animals. Maybe this is what happens when you live your life based on lust, money, power with minimal iman.

The Rest of the Story

The Penang story is so basi, that even my sun-kissed tan is going away. I'll just sum up what we did and where we went. Oh, btw, why is there still sand everywhere?omg.

Some of us took the flight to Penang while the boys drove and joined us up north. So my flight was the last one, reached the airport, and met the rest in Gurney. Our table was filled with food- oyster, laksa, char kuey tiow, rojak, sotong bakar, otak-otak, sotong kangkung *exhale*.

That night we were all just chilling in a room..

The next few days, was all food, food, food. Nasi kandar beratur, line clear, hamideeyah, cendol, mee bangkok lane. Literally felt heavier in that 2 days *throws weighing scale away*

Last, but not least, Chocolate Boutique. Came home, and Dad assume all chocolates was for him. He finished up my yummy Tiramisu chocolate. Did'nt even get to snap a picture of it. Next time, must hide all chocolates under bed.

All in all, good fun in Penang. Maybe I would lay off Penang for a little while. Next stop..... *waves at Azaliya!!*

heh.

Sarah Caked

Sarah turned 23 on Monday.

So we had nothing much plan, just the usual- Sofia's house, cake, birthday girl comes in the door, and surprise. Unfortunately, I stepped out of the lift, carrying the cake, found birthday girl squatting on the floor by the lift smiling to herself.

Now, that might be a weird image in your head now, but to us, its Sarah. Pretty normal. Wait till you find her melatah for a couple minutes in Tamil.Seriously. So thank god she just decided to squat by the lift on her birthday. You see the kind of people I accept to be my friend. Charity, charity..

I Love You Makcik!! *hugs and pull curly hair*

Anyway, so she kind of spoilt the whole surprise thing (yeah, and I was the party pooper on my birthday pfft). We all just chilled, and talk, and watched the news (ngawh, all grown up now). Then, out comes the cake..

Sofia and I was talking to throw eggs and flour at her. You see, none of us ever had ourselves egg-ed and flour-ed. Unwritten rule, which I wanted to break, which means, on each of our birthday, you know karma will come back and bite you in the nuts.hee. But Sarah looked all glowy and shiny in her new birthday clothes and she was going for dinner and stuff, so maybe no egg, no flour (we gave hints for her to change but she would'nt).

We were all leaving and hugging our goodbyes...

Idzmil: Haaaaapy Biiiirttthday Lala!! *hugs*.

*PLOP*

Everyone : *OH.MY.GOD.*

Gotta be hard to get those egg of them curls. I mean, Idzmil started something there..so I though, meh since she's already eggy..

Me : Po, give me some eggs!! I wanna do it too!
Sofia : That was my last egg.
Me : Flour?
Sofia : Nope.
Me : ..................

Dammit.

She was out of the toilet, all wet and clean..
Me : Happy Birthday Makcik!! ILY!!
Sarah : Awww..thanks sh...

*PLOP*


No eggs? I give her cake!!!

Happy Birthday Makcik! Have fun in Perhentian!! Don't get nobody pee on you again ok. Come back and we'll have our pampering session.hee.

Just so you know, my birthday next year, I won't be here ok. So friends, go away!!

**All pictures are from my Berry