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:: Girl Goal Talk. :: Monday, June 19, 2006
Minutes ago, I was very, very tempted to put up more old pictures. But I fought my temptations for fear that my 'hip and chic' blog would look like one from the past. Old and dusty. Just like those pictures.
No way.
Ok let's talk a bit now about the World Cup. I am not an avid soccer fan, I tell you first. So do not expect soccer updates from me. Puhleasee. See, I've been keeping myself busy with things I like or dont quite enjoy doing when Tatek, Daddy, Ian and Apiq are busy watching the soccer matches. Anything to keep myself busy and distracted. When they are at it, I would either blog, read some of your blog entries over and over again, MSN with people I would usually not bother chatting with on normal days, watch silly documentary shows on animals (I only love it when they show the animals mating), watch the ever so interesting news, eat, play yawning games with myself, or simply sleep.
But yesterday was different. When I heard Brazil was playing against Australia, I suddenly had the desire to watch the match with Tatek. Brazil is practically everyone's favourite team right, so there. Monkey see, monkey do. I was all the more tempted to watch the match when Tatek filled me in with the not so juicy gossips from the soccer world like how Ronaldo has put on a lot of weight. So I watched the game, just to witness for myself how fat that Ronaldo really is. I was disappointed. I was expecting to see an overweight and chunky Ronaldo, hokay? Anyway. I almost watched the full match but fell asleep towards the second half. But hey, that was already quite an achievement for me. I am not quite sure though whether Tatek appreciated the fact that I bothered to watch the match with him. Did you, b?
I am not quite sure also whether he appreciated my silly remarks when the match was proceeding. Silly remarks like, "Ohhhh, Kaka missed a shot, b!! KAkAkakaka."
I tried to act like a soccer pro too sometimes, which amused and irked Tatek at the same time. "Wow, that was a nice kick. The ball curled eh b? Did you see that?"Tatek laughed himself silly when I said that. He was like, "You ah talk like real only. Just shut up la."
I guess I was spiritually hurt by what he said. And innocently fell asleep subsequently. Ho ho ho.
But seriously, its not such a torment to watch a soccer match. There are a lot of decent and good looking guys to ogle.
I like.
Baby, when is the next game? You can count me in from now on.
:)
@ 01:43 p.m.
:: Another rojak entry. :: Saturday, June 17, 2006
Very, very stubborn.
All of you. Ok fine, not all but almost all of you. Apparently, you still insisted on emailing me to congratulate me. Apparently, you did not take my words seriously. Apparently, I have no power (to the future) over you. Apparently.
Hmpfff.
But its alright because along with the received emails were sincere prayers and blessings from generous you. So I thank you. :)
Ok enough already with the nitpicking about my pregnancy. This afternoon, Nurul would be moving in to her rented place for about three months or so while waiting for her Pasir Ris house to be renovated. Had it not been for this tummy of mine, I would be there now with her to help her with the loading and unloading, hokay?! Not that I would be of much help lah, but at least I would be able to help (to mess things up).
So tomorrow is Fathers' Day. And we have celebrated it beforehand in JB last Tuesday. We treated Daddy to his favourite seafood at Pantai Lido. Therefore tomorrow would not be much of a celebration. I am in the process of making a card, or rather a storybook, for Daddy. Yes indeed, his card will be in the form of a storybook. A fairytale. A nong nong long long ago kind of fairytale where the good characters lived happily ever after in the end. Yes, that. Especially for my Daddy because he deserves only the best.
Oh, I am still not done with the flipping of pictures by the way. I need some old pictures for my fairytale book. Let me show you some of those really, really, OLD pictures. Though the pictures are really OLD, we were really YOUNG back then. Now, that's all that matters right? :)
Ok, pictures now.
Me, Daddy, Mak, my cousin, Kak Tini and some unknown heads during my first birthday party. I looked so vain. My hair was like a newly bought helmet. So shiny. So round. So funny.
Me, the helmet (read: my hair) and Kak Tini on a scooter.
Tatek learning to walk so that he would be the soccer freak he is today.
Ho ho ho, I have saved the very best for last.
This is my favourite picture. My mum (in white) with the one and only job she ever had. A model, believe it or not. If she knows I put up this picture in my blog, she would slaughter me and feed me to the skinny stray cats under the block. She thinks the picture is terribly indecent. I personally think its awfully hot.
Actually there are more pictures. But I reckon you would not be interested in them anyway.
So there.
@ 11:52 a.m.
:: It's time. :: Friday, June 16, 2006
Everything happens so fast. It shakes me all over like a newly charged vibrator when I think about my life, my past and the people I have met and gotten so close to. Life is a routine. We meet, we either stay together or part, and we live to remember the sweet or bitter memories.
I was flipping through my pictures when I saw this picture.
A picture paints a thousand words, indeed.
When the above picture was taken, Azlifah was freshly married. Nura had just given birth to Nyla. Suraiya was single but attached. I was well, the engaged freak who was itching all over to get married back then.
We parted. We said our goodbyes. We keep in touch still.
And today? Azlifah is already a mummy to Alisha. Nura is well, an experienced mummy to one year old Nyla. Suraiya is single still but very busy with her upcoming wedding this December. Me? Pheww, the itch is over and I am married finally.
And three months pregnant.
:0
Ah, no need to congratulate me. Let's not make a big deal out of it. I don't want you to.
There's one thing that you can do for me, though. Pray for our well-being.
Yes, that will suffice for now.
May Allah bless you. And me too.
Insya'allah.
@ 02:37 p.m.
:: Pittiepie at Mac :: Thursday, June 15, 2006
It was another fun day out. With the parents, Nurul and her little devil of a nephew, Amirin.
I adore Amirin, or Alilin, as he is fondly called. He talks without shame. He talks without controlling that ever so big voice of his. He talks hysterically. He talks like me. And his vocabulary is damn intricate, I tell you. You would never ever be able to understand him if his translator, Nurul, is not around. You want examples?
We call them french fries. He calls them 'pittipie'.
We call them breasts. He calls them 'shipotter'. Small shipotter. Big shipotter. He likes them all just as long as they are shipotters.
And when he is not in the mood to entertain your nonsense or endless questions, he would come up with his favourite words/names like 'Atok Kashim' (I honestly do not know who he is but I heard he looks like a parrot), 'Shigoleng', and his favourite sentence 'Atok Kashim milk milk.'
He is really funny lah. Being with him is like reading 'Betty and Veronica' double digest.
Guess what he calls my daddy. 'Atok Besar'.(Big Grandpa) Just because my daddy is quite a big man. (read: fat) And my mum? He calls her 'Nenek Atok Besar'. Hmmm.
Oh, don't you worry. He calls me Auntie Diah. No funny/weird/silly nicknames for me. (Thank god!!!!)
Anyway, let's talk about Singapore Idol. I do hope Hady Mirza makes it through tonight. No, he must pull through! This song at my blog, is all thanks to him, hokay?!
Besides, I voted for him twice.
That is a BIG deal.
@ 08:18 p.m.
:: Alisha Keys :: Wednesday, June 14, 2006
I cannot breathe.
My very, very, good and skinny mate has just given birth to a very, very, chubby and adorable little princess!
Hello little Alisha!
You really do look like a watermelon. So juicy, so red. Auntie Diah cannot wait to bite you all over. But first, let your skinny mummy have her well-deserved rest after giving birth to chubby you.
I am overjoyed still. Look, she is no ordinary person, hokay? She was my best friend during our NIE years, my lecture and tutorial kaki, my chicken chop and spaghetti freak, my project partner, my gossip queen. She is my Azlifah. And she is now a mummy!
The thoughts of it is just so..surreal.
Congrats Azlifah & Afiz!!!
Wonder when my turn will come.
@ 09:36 p.m.
:: Seoul Near Seoul Good? :: Thursday, June 8, 2006
We went to Seoul. We went to a garden. We went to Seoul's Garden.
The three of us have been craving for each other, Seoul, and its garden for so long, so we figured why not just have our monthly girls' day out at Seoul's Garden?
We ate ravenously. Almost like wild boars. Nurul especially was a big eater today. I came in second, while Ili gave up after several helpings. We knew she gave up the moment she put down her chopsticks and went for a bowl of perfectly scooped ice cream. We hissed and we were pissed when she did that! For a buffet worth as much as +++, it's no fun to the wallet if you give up just way too early, yes? So our initial mission was to eat till we gag it all out, if possible. But it was not possible, as it turned out later. Bummer.
And after that buffet lunch come dinner, we did what girls normally do. Gossip, touch up and make up. And shopping too.
Yes, apparently the little sister was too lazy today to put on the makeup herself, so we had the expert to apply it for her. And typically, I snapped the pictures as evidence.
It was definitely a day well-spent.
With the baby sister.
With the best friend. (and the eyebags)
With each other.
Love you girls to bits.
Oh Tatek? Me love you too!
Maggi tonight? :o
@ 10:05 p.m.
:: Layout & Stuff :: Thursday, June 8, 2006
Oh dear, how do I put this across to you in a rather placid way? Heck, let me just be frank. I do not do layouts for others, except for Nurul's blog. Time has always been a factor, see.
