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:: Look, its an entry! :: Friday, March 10, 2006
I just deleted an entry which I had created 5 minutes ago. Ho ho.
And now, another entry. I hope this entry will not be deleted too.
Here goes.
One cold, chilly night (due to the aircon which was switched on at 19 degree celsius, and not snow hokay!), when nobody else except for the wife was looking, the husband decided to try out different looks. Basically, he wanted to prove to the wife that no matter how silly the haircut or style was, he would still look damn gorgeous. Always and forever, like Forever Friends gitu.
As much as I hate to admit it, it is true. He looked good no matter what the hairstyle was! I tried to make him look stupid, sick, nerdy, pert and evil. But still, he looked good.
My hot favourite? THIS.
Simply because he is my Tatek.
The one and only. The original.
I tak main barang barang imitation, you! Kadang kadang aje I tengok VCD pirated. Tu pun, bukan I yang punya. Kalau boleh, I tak nak la terjebak dalam perkara perkara yang tak senonoh. I takut!
And have you ever wondered how my Nurul would look like if she was Syed Azmeer's bride?
Hmmm. Ok, no thanks.
I prefer her like this.
Alone and almost perfect. Just like a bride waiting for her groom
I know she is still waiting. But I wonder when the blind groom will EVER be ready for an angel like her. He's too busy fishing, I reckon.
I am more than ready to be her maid of honour, though!
Just get married to anyone, won't you? :o
I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful friend of mine! Even if its for a short while. We'll knock, knock, knock tomorrow like nobody's business, hokay?
My baby sister Ili, kalau nak ikut, promise you'll be good.
@ 07:37 p.m.
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:: The one with the stomach cramp. :: Monday, March 6, 2006
I gave up. After only cutting 3 flashcards on 'Feelings', I threw the rest of the uncut flashcards on my bed and hollered for the maid.
Right now, she is right behind me cutting the rest of the flashcards. 26 of them in all. Ho ho. She has got a lot of potential, this maid of mine. She makes a very good paper cutter. As efficient as a machine. All this while, why didn't I even think of making use of her as my assistant? Silly me.
Anyway. The terrible stomach cramp just will not go away. Been having it since this morning. I suspect my menses is approaching. When it comes, I will inform you. :o The pain got so terrible while I was teaching today till I practically had to sit down. My poor kids had to give their P.E a miss too as I was in no condition to stand for long, what more run or jump? I even complained to my kids about the stomach pain. Their responses?
"Mdm Diah, you can go to sickbay and sleep. We will take care of ourselves!"
"Mdm Diah having baby one!! He he he!"
"Mdm Diah eat a lot of fishball! That's why stomach pain one!"
"Eh, then tomorrow who will take care of us one?"
They can never stop asking me silly questions and I can never survive a day without their silly questions.
That's the problem with them. That's the problem with me.
Our problem lah.
One question, though.
Why their questions always end with ONE, one? Why not two, three or ten?
So funny one!
I cannot tahan this pain already. So painful, one.
I am going to sleep, two.
@ 10:03 p.m.
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:: Kuih berlapis-lapis. :: Sunday, March 5, 2006
After quite a stodgy dinner, I had evil thoughts of taking a quick nap. Just a quick, quick nap. On that too hard to resist bed with the even harder to resist silk comforter. Heaven, you! I've never had problems sleeping ever since we had a change of bedsheet and comforter. However, waking up every morning is now a very, VERY big issue. Anyway. Everything (the quick nap on the hard to resist bed and harder to resist comforter) would have gone as planned if only the dear, dearie, dearest hubby had not been there with his ooh-so-nasty remarks.
"Eh eh deni, lepas makan tido, lepas makan tido. Itu dagu kalau jadi kueh lapis, I nak gi jual ah. Boleh buat duit!"
Bluekkkk!!
At once, I got up from that hard to resist bed and took my shower. However, I made a promise to my bed and my comforter- I WILL be back later when the hubby is not around. And sleep like a snorting suckling pig. Yup, I ve just found out that I snore QUITE loudly when I am asleep. And to think I ve always thought I ve been a perfect sleeper.(is there such a word?!) THANKS again to my DEAR hubby for using my mobile phone to record my snoring yesterday night. Jahaaaaat! So what are you planning to find out next, detective Tatek?
Tatek is not around now. He has gone off to work. Night shift, what's new?
I am planning to watch Season 3 of Niptuck, and allow my silk comforter to put me to sleep, naturally.
But first, let me get my stuff for school done. I have yet to attach the magnetic strips to my self-prepared flash cards on 'Friends'. I have not finished preparing the slides for tomorrow's lesson either. And oh, I need to get ready the outfit, earrings, necklace, bag and shoes for tomorrow too. How exciting. :o
Imagine starting your Mondays as early as 8:30 for a speech and drama workshop for the next few Mondays to come, which are unfortunately, COMPULSORY for you to attend! I am not quite used to waking up early already now that I am shamelessly enjoying the luxury of teaching in the afternoon session.
And just for your info, in order for me to reach school promptly at 8:30 am, I need to wake up as early as 6.45 am!!!!!! See, Pasir Ris and Hougang is quite a distance. I ni kan pandai. Tinggal kat Pasir Ris tapi mengajar kat Hougang. Pandai sekali! Plus, I need time to doll myself up just so that I will feel good about myself while teaching.
Really, try dolling yourself up once in a while, and subsequently, everyday!
The feeling is just different. It's almost like you've just been given a face-lift. Almost.
Ok, I'll better get back to work. I need an early night tonight.
SEVERE Warning to Tatek:
DO NOT wake me up if you come back for supper AFTER 11.30 pm.
Or else....
I'll make sure I grow kueh-kueh lapis on my dagu! 5 loyang, no less hokay!?
@ 08:23 p.m.
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:: My Precious Thots :: Saturday, March 4, 2006
We were at Thots yesterday, purchasing a birthday card and a gift for my colleague. I was waiting for my NETS transaction to be approved when suddenly I heard this Ah Beng's voice beside me.
"Excuse me, you sell chicken here or not?"
He sounded like a very skinny Ah Beng.
I veered my head to look at this Ah Beng.
I was shocked. So was Tatek. Tatek had this bemused look on his face. He looked so cute, my Tatek. And as much as I tried to restrain my laughter, I could not. I laughed. It was funny, like a cheap comedy show. You should really have been there listening to this Ah Beng talking. You would have rolled with laughter.
The sales girl, a fellow Ah Lian, replied quite arrogantly,"No soly. No chickens. We have pig, hippo, klokodile (Crocodile!!) but no chicken! No chicken."
I believe we were at a gift shop yesterday, not a zoo. Not a wet market even.
I also believe what the Ah Beng was actually looking for was a chicken stuffed toy. Not a real chicken. But then again, what if he was REALLY looking for a REAL chicken? A livestock? Possible, you know? Ah Bengs nowadays are very unpredictable. Tsk Tsk.
********
Anyway. We are going rollerblading later. I can't wait (to fall again).
But hey, what's rollerblading without a good fall on the bum?
:o
Tatek's watching Big Momma's House 2, all by himself. I repeat, all by himself. Tu lah, siapa suruh tido semalam when we were supposed to watch it together? What a lousy home movie companion.
By the way, I must try to wear as many tight and body hugging tops as I possibly can. No baby doll dresses. No slightly loose tops. No no no. Just yesterday, I wore my baby doll top to school.
"Diah, congrats! How many months already?"
How many months your head la! Give my stomach a chance to breath sometimes lah. Even a top model can die wearing tight fitting clothes all the time tau!
:(
By the way, my guess was right.
The Ah Beng in the gift shop was indeed skinny.
@ 11:55 a.m.
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:: Victoria's Diah's Secrets :: Thursday, March 2, 2006
So here we go. The long, long time ago overdue birthday entry. Not that I did not want to update you, but heck I have been very, very busy. And cranky. Nobody loves a cranky entry. But everybody loves Raymond!
Today, we had a mock Math test to basically let my P1 kids have a feel of what it is really like to take a test before they take their first ever topical assessment paper tomorrow. I read all the instructions for them. I read the questions too. Then, I explained in layman terms what REALLY they were supposed to do. Believe me, I do have some pupils in my class who cannot read, cannot read, CANNOT READ. And these pupils who cannot read, cannot read, CANNOT READ are quite good in their Maths when properly guided, and gone when not guided at all. I decided that they should be good, and not gone for today's and tomorrow's test. Hence, the guided mock test today. :)
At first, I presumed they had no trouble attempting the paper since I was guiding them and practically providing them with the answers! But when I checked their papers, I choked. I screamed. I pulled my hair. I lost control of my voice, my temper, and basically my whole self. I did not know that the MCQ section was really a hurdle for most of them. Instead of writing the option number, they wrote the answer in the bracket given lah! So instead of just seeing either 1, 2, 3 or 4 in the brackets, I saw funny numbers like 5, 6, 7 , 8, 9, 10 and even 0. Some of them even drew apples in the brackets lah! I spent one whole period explaining to them how exactly to complete the MCQ section of the paper. I thought they would be alright after that but again I was wrong. Some of them still insist on putting the funny numbers in the brackets. Gasak korang lah. Presently, I know, and I so know that there are still about 5 of them with issues. Issues with regards to attempting the MCQ section, that is. And because of the MCQ section, I lost my mood for anything and everything. Today is definitely not my day. I hate it when I have to tick my pupils off. I hate it when they go home not enjoying their day in school. (Even if they did contribute a lot to their DIScontentment in school!) Chet!
Oh well, I know I will recover from my crankiness. They will recover from their FUNNY numbers syndrome too, hopefully.
:o
Moving on. Just two days ago, I had invited Nurul to my class. For my English lesson on 'Friends'. Prior to that lesson, we had made a friendship card to one special friend. I made one card for Nurul as well. And I figured the only way I could make my lesson as authentic as possible was to invite Nurul to my lesson just so that I could present to her the card in the presence of my pupils. I did just that before inviting my pupils to read and present their cards to their friends. They were really entertained by Nurul besides being mesmerized by her beauty. Who is not mesmerized by her natural beauty, tell me? I have been friends with her for over 5 years already, and dare I say it, I am still mesmerized by her presence.
Nurul sharing stories about our most treasured friendship with my kids.
Her again with the card I made her. Just for her.
One of my kids reading out his card to the whole class. They love using the microphone so much!
Two of my kids with the friendship cards. Cute, macam muka dorang jugak. :o
Oh, we even had a Q and A session where I allowed my pupils to ask Nurul anything and everything they would like with regards to her friendship with me. Questions they asked her?
Why you friend Mdm Diah?
You love Mdm Diah or not?
And the questions became more and more ridiculous!!
Why your nose so small one ah?
Why Mdm Diah like to take picture?
You kiss Mdm Diah before or not?
Why your shoes so sharp one?
Why Mdm Diah likes to wear big earrings one?
Mdm Diah has money or not?
You have money or not?
You have money or not? (Again!!!)
Heh.
Anyway.
My birthday entry.
Thank you my family, my hubby, my Nurul, my friends, and my pupils for making my 25th birthday an affair worth remembering for as long as I can remember.I did enjoy myself. A lot. Everyone was so sweet. Sweet was everyone. Even though we practically celebrated my birthday on the midnight of 26th Feb instead of on the midnight of 25th Feb, I did not mind at all. Even though we cut my cake 15 mins to the midnight of 26th Feb, I did not mind. Even though we went to JB right after the cake cutting ceremony to have the proper birthday celebration at our favourite eating spot, I did not mind it at all too. Really, I did not mind it. However, I am just trying to request for a change of birth date from 25th Feb to 26th Feb starting from next year on.
At JB, Nurul was mistaken by one of the stall vendors as the star of Anak Metropolitan. An insult to her, maybe? Or maybe not. Yan was pissed off with them not because they mistook his girlfriend as an anak metropolitan but because they were secretly using their camera phones to snap photos of Nurul. Sadly, what they were secretly trying to do was not a secret after all since we could ALL SEE what they were trying to do. We know your secrets, secretful ones.
One of them: Awak ni act cerita Anak Metropolitan eh?
Nurul: Errr...
Yan: Awak rasa?
One of them again: Ah ah la! Betul tak?
Yan: Bukan. Lain kali nak amik gambar bilang ok? Tak baik.
So anyway. Let's move on to the best part of any birthday entry.
The gifts.
The family, hubby, Nurul and even the maid made me a very long card. Maybe the longest birthday card ever to be made. Guinness Book of Records, anyone? Malaysian Book of Records pun jadilah. :o
The favourite birthday cake, Emicakes. Thank you hubby.
The favourite songket and French lace. The present from the hubby as well. For this year's Hari Raya, possibly. :) Thank you dear hubby, once again.
The numbered gifts. The 25 numbered gifts. From the best friend, Nurul. I had a hard time trying to guess what they were. Yes, I had to guess correctly before I could open each gift. I could not risk guessing wrongly as a wrong guess would mean a free gift for Ili, the official gift stealer. Heh.
So that's it? I am 25 already? Just like that?
Happy turning 25, dear me.
And NO, I did not audition myself for Anugerah Skrin. If you did see me at the audition, please know that I was there for a different reason. A different mission. A secret mission. A really secret mission, ok?
Sssshhhh.
Ok dah.
Amik kau. A 7 days-in-1 entry!
Meanwhile, let us welcome Miss Nurul Chipsmore back to the blogging world. Update regularly, please. Don't sekejap ada, sekejap takde ok?
Please don't do that.
Cos only I can do that.
@ 10:42 p.m.
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:: 25 strands of white hair. :: Saturday, February 25, 2006
Allah selamatkan saya
Allah selamatkan patik
Allah selamatkan Diah Mastura
Allah selamatkan aku
Panjang umurnya
Panjang umurnya
Panjang umurnya serta mulia
Serta Mu-Li-Ya
Serta Mu-Li-YAaaaa
Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday to Diahhhh
Happy Birthday to Me
How old am I now?
How old am I now?
How old am I nowwwww?
How old am I now?
I am 25 la! And so far I am loving it.
To my dear Xinmin Pri, thank you for making me feel so much at home. Thank you for the very early birthday wish broadcasted all over the school's televisions. (I felt like a very, VERY old superstar.) Thank you big boss for the lovely birthday card. Thank you my last year's girls for the VERY NICE drawings and birthday wishes. ( and for still calling me MISS Diah. I felt young all over again! )Thank you Sock Hui and Wen Chin for the lovely card and birthday gifts. Thank you colleagues for the birthday wishes. Thank you my dear P1 angels for clapping and cheering for me upon knowing that it is my birthday today.
And to think that my birthday has just been 'launched'. :) I want more! Email me, give me e-cards, sms me your well wishes, or even post me my birthday presents. Just do something sweet for me, will you?
Now, let's see what my darling hubby, family and Nurul have in store for me later today. I can't wait! I will keep you updated, not to worry. I know you want to know. I like kepochis because I am one too. Hi five, you!
Now, let me get some beauty sleep. I am looking more and more like a second-hand History textbook as a result of all the markings of books. Hmppff! This cannot be.
A birthday girl cannot look her age tau. She must look much, MUCH younger. And be the envy of others.
Muahaha.
Question. Why must we turn older on our birthdays? Why can't it be the other way round? Why can't we turn younger? Then at least we will really have a valid reason for celebrating it.
True?
@ 01:20 a.m.
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:: Life is a joke. :: Thursday, February 23, 2006
"Diah, how do you make your entries so funny?"
By being myself. That's really it. No secret recipes. No trade secrets either. I do not try hard to be funny because dare I say it, I AM funny! I am born in a funny family. My surname is Funny, in fact. Roslan, my daddy's name, is funny too. Rose-Land. Daddy is never proud of his name. Anyway, I am so funny I should get married to Mr Bean or Alias Kadir instead of Tatek. I am so funny I should win an award in the "Pelawak Paling Baik" category. Try 'interviewing' the people who know me ooh so well. I bet they can even swear an oath that I am indeed a funny-bone.
Ok enough.
I do hope by now you are already convinced that I am really funny, and not corny.
But seriously, I do find every single detail in my daily routine very funny , you know? I do take careful note of what I see. I do pay very close attention to what I hear. What will I do then? Blog about the little details, that's what.
An awfully serious entry will get itself nowhere, seriously. Actually, it can get itself somewhere tau. The recycle bin, that's where! I mean, we are better off reading a newspaper rather than a serious blog. Many a time I have actually deleted my once in a blue moon droning entries simply because they were too err.. droning? I tak suka. I benci, I benci, I benci!!
I do not really think there is a need to put on a show when you blog. I type what I feel like typing. I type what I believe. I type what goes on in my life. There's no need to hide so much. However there's a need to NOT overdo it either. Ala, just be natural la.
Anyhow, I have yet another funny incident to 'report' on. Today, the school's nurse paid my kids a visit for a short talk about dental care. It was teeth talk. She was in my class for one period, and I was in the staffroom for that one period bergoyang kaki while having a cup of hot Horlicks. Bak pepatah advertisement Horlicks in the lates 80s, 'Go go go with the ho ho ho!' Best! But that's not the point actually. When I was waiting outside the class for the nurse to finish off and return my kids to me, I overheard something really, REALLY funny. It was so funny at that instance that I could not help but to laugh it out. Loud. See, the nurse was bidding goodbye to my kids. My kids stood up and said, "Thank you Mdm....errrrrr" And then one little rascal had to continue it and shouted, "Tooth! Thank you Mdm Tooth!" So what did the rest of them do? They followed suit!
A dental nurse is also known as Mdm Tooth. That's what my kids feel.
So funny. So funny. So funny.
And just because their form teacher is a Mdm, every single person they meet in school is a Mdm too. Including that very much single nurse.
How sweet! But honestly? They need a paradigm shift fast!
@ 08:23 p.m.
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:: Stand up for Singapore :: Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Today I was a relief teacher for one period. Today I had to relieve a primary 2 class. Quite a talkative bunch.
So anyway, here is the funny part. Before I left the class, I told all of them to stand. My voice was firm and they thought I meant business. They stood up and kept their mouths shut. Siang siang tak tau diam, dah kena diri baru mau diam. And so I asked them, "Why do you think you are standing up?"
No answer.
Everyone looked down.
I asked again, this time more persistent. "Surely there is a reason. Why are you standing up?"
"Because we are talkative?" said one.
"Because we make so much noise!" said another. (sama lah tu!)
"Because Mdm Diah is angry..." said a rather confident one.
I finally responded to them,"You are not quite right. Now can I tell you why I make you stand?"
"Yessssssssss!" they hollered.
"Well, simply because its time for us to say goodbye. Did you think I was punishing you? Thank you class.... "
"Thank you, Mdm Diah..."
And they fell down laughing. They were hysterical. Uncontrollable. Good luck to the next teacher relieving the class. Really!
Funny how more often than not, pupils are so afraid of being asked to stand up because they have always regarded standing up as a form of punishment.
So once in a while, its nice to prove them wrong. Get them out from their usual way of thinking through things. What I am trying to say here is, the letter 'A' does not stand for 'Apple' all the time.
It can also stand for "Ahaha, gotcha!" sometimes.
:o
@ 08:34 p.m.
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:: LOST. :: Tuesday, February 21, 2006
I feel so naked and lost without my thumbdrive. Like a skinny chicken with all of its feathers plucked. I think I might have misplaced it somewhere in school. Was not able to find it in its usual spot- my techno coloured pencil case. I panicked. Right now, I am frantically smsing Kok Wah, the A.m session teacher who shares the class with me. My thumbdrive might still be stuck to the computer in the class. Might be. Maybe. Either that, or it is stuck to the slowcoach of a laptop which I keep locked in the drawer at my cubicle. I hate using that laptop, by the way. I can grow 10 white hairs and pluck them just to wait for the darned laptop to start up. And no, its not my laptop. Its the school's.
Now back to my poor thumbdrive. Should I lose it, I would cry a medium bucket of tears. Not small, not large, but a medium bucket. I have saved so many stuff in it, like my lesson plans, my powerpoint slideshows for my lessons, my pictures, my pictures, and my pictures.
PLEASE don't let me lose it. PLEASE.
Meanwhile I guess I will have to start sourcing for my materials through the net all over again. Double the work, double the trouble. And of course, double my idiocy.
.............
Earlier today, during our English lesson, I decided to show my blog to my pupils. I was certain they would not be able to exactly read all of its EXPLICIT contents though there were some of them who recognized simple sight words like 'the', 'and' and 'I'. Ha ha. So clever, my pupils. Anyway, my point is, I didn't expect my pupils to get SO excited upon seeing my pictures. Imagine this- I had a few of them who guffawed before rolling all over the floor. Yes, they were rolling with laughter. The rest of them were just cackling and screeching. For once I thought I was teaching a class of mad hyenas.
Wait a minute. I AM the mad hyena. Not them. They are my angels.
And even though their behaviour was a bit bizarre, I am glad I made their day.
:0
Now please make my day. Already I have paper cuts all over my fingers. Sakit tau. So my little thumbdrive, come back to big momma.
:(
Can anyone please get me a new thumbdrive and a new set of fingers as my birthday present?
Ho Ho.
@ 08:23 p.m.
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:: Expo Next Top Model. :: Monday, February 20, 2006
I suka tengok model cantik cantik. Sebab itu I pergi ke Expo semalam untuk mencuci mata I. Maklumlah, banyak taik mata. Macam macam jenis model I nampak. Yang duduk di atas swing ada. Yang duduk bergoyang kaki pun ada. Yang duduk bermasam muka pun ada jugak. Yang I tak boleh angkat adalah model model yang perasan TOP model. Kesian. Tetapi model favorit I adalah si cantik manis ini. Macam anak patung diimport khas dari India Amerika la.
Oops, rupa rupa nya I kenal si cantik manis ni. Dia ni kan teman karib I. Maaf seribu kali maaf Nurul, I hampir tak kenal you disebabkan make up tebal you tu. Nasib baik lawa. Kalau macam hantu, I cabut, you! Terima kasih Zulradi Bridal Couture kerana telah mencantikkan lagi teman karib saya yang memang dah lawa tu.
Bila I ke booth Zulradi, I ditarik dan disambut riang oleh Kak Zee dan Zulradi. I begitu terharu apabila Kak Zee menunjukkan I album studio I. Kata Zul pula, ramai orang telah melihat album studio I dan ramai jugak orang mengenali I sebagai 'Diah The Byogger'. Bukan BYOGGER la Zul sayang, tapi BLOGGER. Walau bagaimanapun, I tak sangka I ni dikenali ramai. Tak perlu susah payah I masuk TV, you! Betul tak Nurul? :o
Selain Nurul, I juga tertarik kepada satu lagi model yang tidak kurang cantiknya. Begitu sopan dan manis tau dia. Siapa lagi kalau bukan Rima Melati? Tetapi, boleh tak I bertanya sedikit, Rima? Kepala siapakah itu dibawah you, Rima? Siapakah kepala misteri itu?
I dan adik kesayangan I cepat bosan kerana selain model model yang cantik cantik belaka, tiada apa lagi yang menarik perhatian kami. Very the membosankan, you know? So I dan my keluarga duduk berehat di food court kat luar expo itu. Konon konon kita tengan LEPAK la. Kita berperasan seperti pelakon pelakon dari 'Hanyut'. I tak makan apa apa di food court tu. I dah kenyang la. Adik I tu la yang tak habis habis makan. Dah la tu, makanan yang dia order semua rasanya tak senonoh sungguh. Tak pernah sedap. Yang ada rasa macam racun la, ubat la, Sheltox la. Lidah dia tu I rasa ada yang tak kena tau. Semalam, dia order Longan Almond jelly. Ya Allah, tu makanan jenis apa? Dah kenapa la dengan adik I tu. Almond jelly tu betul betul rasanya macam ubat demam. Nak muntah I dibuatnya. Tapi I tak muntah la. Nanti kalau I muntah, orang ingat I ni mengandung pulak. Sungguh tidak, you!
You all nak tengok tak muka orang tengah bosan? Ah tengok la ni.
Baik la, I harus berhenti disini kerana I harus membuat kerja sekolah I. Tapi sebelum I pergi, I nak ingatkan you all. You all nampak tak blog URL saya di gambar model model yang cantik cantik belaka tu? Jangan sekali sekala awak cuba untuk mencuri gambar mereka. Nanti saya SUE awak, awak nangis ah.
Dengar tak?
@ 08:41 p.m.
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:: Kopi satu! :: Sunday, February 19, 2006
This entry is special. This entry is 2-in-1. Like the famous Nescafe instant coffee.
First up is our first experience in a pub as husband and wife, as best friends, and as siblings. At Raffles The Plaza.
No la, I am not a bad influence to my baby sister. Neither is Tatek, Yan, or Nurul. Buat dosa aje. We were at Swiss Hotel yesterday to just watch Rima sing and also, drink banana juice. Really. No liquor, no alcohol. Ever. Give us some credit please, we are much more intelligent than that.
Rima happens to be a good friend of Nurul, and Nurul has been telling us how good a singer Rima really is. I was not taken in by her words until I heard Rima sing yesterday. Verdict? Very the sedap. Very the nice. She has got talent, this Rima. I wonder why Suria keeps asking her to either model, act or host, but never sing. If ever, they get her to sing, they'll give the other local singers a run, sprint and race for their money. Serious. Besides, almost ALL the local singers here sadly DO NOT have the package-a nice voice, looks, style, height, and most importantly, humility. That explains why local singers can never go that far. Furthest they can go is JB, and if they are a bit lucky, KL. So don't even dream about going to Batam or Tanjong Pinang, okay? Ho ho.
Rima is different though. Rima has everything. Rima rocks. Literally. See her rocking here. Amboi.
Thank you for making our first experience in a club worth remembering.
Ok, let's move on to the second part of the entry. Let me put on my pink blusher first for this entry. See, earlier today, I went to a very nice, baby pink wedding. Yes, you are indeed right. It is the wedding of Barbie and Ken!
Contrary to our very the white wedding, hers was very the pink. I like it a lot. From the pink couple to the pink dais to the pink cake to the pink guest tables to the pink mother of the bride to the pink wedding favours.
(I suspect she was even wearing a pink lingerie inside. :o)
Izwan (Mr Bara) and Dilah (aka Mizzy of the already basi Mizcoolwater.blogspot.com), congratulations!
Our honour indeed to be invited to such a beautiful wedding.
Now, let's make babies together.
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@ 03:31 p.m.
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