Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Gie, Nimot & Bieyort's Birthday Bash (March 2009)

Once upon a night, at PNB Darby Park...

Forking out my boobies?

The birthday ladies (L - R: Bie, Gie, Nimot)

One of my favorite nights :)

Friday, 17 July 2009

...3! 2! 1! Ting! Ting! Ting!

And... as usual, I'll find a song that'll fit my current life drama.

"Sometimes love comes around,
And it knocks you down,
Just get back up
When it knocks you down...


Won't see it coming when it happens
But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now
You see when love knocks you down"

Sunday, 7 June 2009



... Dot!


Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Clammy Hands and Smelly Armpits

There are 2 things that give me a panic attack, clammy palms and drenched armpits:

1) Crossing the darn street alone.

2) Verbally telling you that I really, really, REALLY like you.

I Hate It When...

I hate it when I can't say the things I need to say because I'm just too scared of the friggin' outcome.

I hate it when I can't figure out the correct grammar.

I hate it when I can't pick up signals or pick up that there ain't no signals.

I hate it when my signals are not picked up, even when I made it rather obvious, no??

I hate it when there are unwritten rules about certain stuff.

I hate it when I keep making boo-boos.

I hate it when people ask me,"Dah ke?? Bila??"

I hate it when my brain's filter isn't working and all the garbage-y stuff get in.

I hate it when it feels empty inside.

I hate it when I take a peak at my phone every 4 minutes.

I hate it when I get messages from MAXIS and not you.

I hate it when things are not how it used to be.

I hate it when I'm unsure.

I hate it when I don't know.

I hate it when it hurts to know.

Wednesday, 20 May 2009

My Insane Unidentified Neighbours (2)

So I now know WHO they are. WHERE they live, and WHAT car they drive.


Monday, 27 April 2009

It's Hard...

And it kicks so hard
it breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep
it hits your soul.
Tears your skin and
makes your blood flow.
It's better that you know,

That love is hard

Thursday, 16 April 2009

Bunga Ohhh Bunga...

Hati ini berbunga-bunga.

Ada bunga tulip, bunga kertas, bunga balung ayam, bunga matahari yang saaaaaaangat cantik kembang di waktu pagi, dan juga bunga ros.

*kepala lentok ke kiri, senyum sendirian*

Go! Go! Go Chubby, Its Your Birthday!

Happy BESDAY Lenndie!!!
Yeah, I just called you chubs *grin*

Midnight Means... Pukul 2 kah?

Rashid: What time does Subak close?

Subak Manager: Midnite.

Rashid: Oh...what time?

Subak Manager: Aaaa... Midnite lah.

Rashid: Yeah, what time?

Huuuuu~ rasa nak nangis bila dia tanya manager tu... :P

Monday, 13 April 2009

My Insane Neighbours

Keri, Olen and me - we have a despicable neighbour. Just one particular family, which we failed to identify since our first day residing in Pesona Villa, Kemensah.

We mentally made peace with the next door girls for belting out horrid tunes every other Saturday mornings. I'm talking about Siti Norhaliza gone wrong! I personally LOVE karaoke, but having a set at home (read: high density apartment), is a huuuuge boo boo. Unless you're a sabateur from hell and you only live to torture every soul's eardrums, then by all means, get the complete set if you may!

We also succumbed to the upper floor yuppies' jamming session every now and then. Again, nothing wrong with playing loud music - but if its a score from Ekamatra, New Boyz or anything that barely made it to Juara Lagu Tahun 1980-an, puhleeeez, I'm on my knees here - flush it down the loo! Flush it! FLUSH IT I SAY!! You're committing a cardinal sin. Shame on you!

So, yes, that despicable neighbour of ours... We're wondering if they're even from planet Earth. It's a bummer that we don't know which unit they're staying in. We would've reported them to the authorities by now. Yes. Taddle-taler!

It's like tuning on to the Radio KL evening drama.

A Day In The Life of The Adams Family Gone Wrong:

Crazy Dad: Hoi! Apa masalah kau haa?? Ape yang bengap sangat nih? Aku dah kata jangan usik, JANGAN LAA USIK! (He has a unmanly voice, by the way)

Crazy Kid1: *screaming and throwing a fit*

Crazy Dad: Heeeeeee!!! Bodoh! Tak guna betul laa!!

Crazy Kid1: *still wailing like a mad banshee that didn't get enough, of, whatever*

Crazy Dad: *endless cursing*

*Keletang! Keletungg! Tingg!!* Playing frisbee with the pots and pans, perhaps, ey??

Crazy Kid2: *scream* Jangaaaaaan laaaaaaaa!!!! *racket racket racket*
(Crazy Kid 2 yelling at Crazy Kid 1)

Weeeheee... there goes the banshee again!

Intervention by Olen through the kitchen window:

Olen: Hoi!! Giler ke ape haa??? Psycho! (Haha! The girl's dark and goth, no?)

The Crazy Dad immediately stopped shouting, and switched to singing a Malay song.

*crickets crickets crickets*

The God Father of all retarded punks. Someone, please shoot him in the butt.

Tuesday, 31 March 2009

Say OK :-)

But I don't wanna be into you
If you're not looking for true love
No, I don't wanna start seeing you
If I can't be your only one, so tell me

When it's not alright, when it's not ok
Will you try to make me feel better?
Will you say alright? Will you say ok?
Will you stick with me through whatever
Or run away?

Say that it's gonna be alright
That it's gonna be ok...

Thursday, 19 March 2009

Have You Ever...??

Have you ever woke up on the wrong side of the bed, started your day with grouchiness and struggled to death to get out of it?

Have you ever felt like dying in the midst of being interrogated by a bunch of people for a booboo you made, only to come up with a friggin' comeback line AFTER the meeting has adjourned?

Have you ever ran outta words when you're with someone who talks 4-folds as much as you do?

Have you ever wanted to instantly hug and smooch him, and make him yours, but you just can't, and then you just sulk about it?

Have you ever felt crappy and want to just go away, far far away, with the hopes of having people search for you?

Have you ever thought that you're never good enough for anything?

Have you ever felt light hearted and all fuzzy-wuzzy inside for that ONE itsy-bitsy compliment?

Have you ever felt disheartened for overhearing an unfavorable phone conversation?

Have you ever stunted your conversation, make a distorted face, but managed to stifle a smile, and concurrently feeling like shooting yourself in the head when he mentions 'The Ex'?

Have you ever wanted a dog, but you're afraid that society would think that you're an astray Muslim?

Have you ever wanted to play the drums, but is too shy to ask someone to teach you?

Have you ever wished that you had the voice of a singer, Britney pon jadi lah?

Have you ever felt like drop-kicking your Ex for not settling that big chunk of moolah he owes you?

Have you ever felt like eating a whole tub of ice-cream, with the hopes that your troubles would go away?

Have you ever wanted to ask THAT question, but you dread that it'll scare the titties outta that person?

Have you ever been in GREAT DENIAL?

Have you ever felt so much hurt inside but you can't tell what it is?

Have you ever not appreciated what's RIGHT THERE under your nose?

Have you ever cried in Great Eastern Starbucks and have the barrista hand you a stack of tissues?

Have you ever slumped crying in front of a hotel elevator with people staring at you?

Have you ever fallen asleep and forgotten where you were?

Have you ever fallen asleep when your best friend was telling his/her problem to you?

Have you ever not finish a sentence because you fell asleep midway?

Have you ever had a crush on a boy/girl when you were 6?

Have you ever had a crush on someone for nearly a decade, or more, and still manage to keep it under the radar?

Have you ever felt so much hurt AND happiness at the same time, over the same thing?

Have you ever felt demotivated because people laugh at you when you say you cook?

Have you ever driven a car like a drunkard, when you're cherubically sober?

Have you ever driven your car, at Ferringghi's winding road, with blurry vision and a can of beer in one hand?

Have you ever felt disappointed when people don't understand your fear of crossing the street, coz its not even funny?

Have you ever regretted saying something to someone?

Have you ever regretted NOT saying something to someone?

Have you ever rolled your eyes at the crummy cop for trying to make a pass on you?

Have you ever puked in the car after drinking?

Have you ever turned down someone who confessed he liked you?

Have you ever gotten your butt pinched in a mosh pitt?

Have you ever experienced a boob-graze in the LRT?

Have you ever wished that money could grow on trees?

Have you ever felt like wearing a sandwich board which reads: I Will Not Hesitate To Punch You In The Face If You Don't STOP ASKING ME WHEN!! at a Raya congregation or friend's wedding reception?

Have you ever gotten lost for not knowing how to read the map?

Have you ever poured half a bottle of ketchup into your smart-ass friend's teh tarik for calling you, "bibir ikan"?

Have you ever pushed a boy, make him cry and pretended that you didn't do it?

Have you ever taddle-taled on another kid because your friends told you to?

Have you ever played booger-flicking with your dad?

Have you ever experienced total sengkek-ness?

Have you ever pretended that you were a mermaid?

Have you ever wanted to just sit with that person, do nothing, just because you like his company, and he smells nice? *grin*

Have you ever watched a sucky movie, but its not entirely sucky anymore, because you're watching it with THAT person?

Have you ever wished that guys like Paul Walker could grow on trees? *hik hik*

Have you ever missed hanging out with your best buddies, but that BIG EGO is blocking your way?

Have you ever promised yourself that you would go jogging with your mates in Kemensah, but end up eating 2 bungkus nasi lemak instead?

Have you ever said, "Aku dah gemok...Damn, am eating like a pig. Hahaha. Kena diet!!", but continuously cram the food in your gap anyway?

Have you ever gotten your 4-inch heels stuck in those floor-rubber-matts thingamajigs while in the mamak toilet, and can't figure out how to pull 'em out because the cocktail jammed your cerebrum and caused malfunction to the synapses?

Have you ever asked permission to touch the afro of that cute guy in the club?

Have you ever thought that scruffy is hotter than clean-shave?

Have you ever felt like flushing your boss down the loo for making a gazillion changes and being indecisive? (Disclaimer: I didn't say I don't like my boss, I'm just saying that sometimes, I get frustrated. That's all *grin*)

Have you ever been EXTREMELY late?

Have you ever wished that you could turn back time?

Have you ever prayed for THAT time to come?

Have you, huh huh??

Cause I have :-)

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

Triple Back Flip Somersault

You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin', fumbling
Clumsy cuz I'm fallin...
You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling
Clumsy cuz I'm fallin...

When Subject is within 50-metre radius, Maylin's tummy does somersaults, back-flips, breakdances and bungee jumps.

When Subject flashes the distinctive goat smile & pearly whites, Maylin exudes terkimputness.

When Subject cracks a joke, Maylin has the urge to pinch Subject's cheeks and flush Subject down the toilet.

When Subject teases Maylin, Maylin feels like stuffing her head in the ground.

When Subject is not around, Maylin's fingers start itching like a baboon and reaches for the cellphone and scrolls to "Write New >> Text Message".

When Maylin sends text message to Subject, and Subject fails to reply within the timeframe, Maylin feels like kicking herself in the butt for doing so. (Read: So uncool).

When Subject's name is being mentioned by peers, Maylin makes a horrendous, distorted face. (Read: Failure to camouflage terkimputness).

Verdict: Maylin extremely LOIKES Subject.

Oh, like duhh... The whole world knows laaa...