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:: I like 24! :: Saturday, July 22, 2006
I have been waiting so long for tomorrow to come. Finally, someone really special is turning 24. For the rest of the days till my next birthday, I won't feel so old anymore beside her. After tomorrow, that is. 25 and 24 is not very far apart. And err, 1 year is not a huge gap. I am not that old. I am not old. I am not old at all.
NURUL, AAN, AN, YOUR BIRTHDAY WILL BE A RAVE-UP!
I am almost done with the arrangements for her birthday celebration. I would lurrrrrve to tell you in its entirety what exactly I have done for her but as you know, she reads my blog unfailingly. Maybe not so often nowadays, no thanks to her very hectic schedule. Ya but the point is, she reads my blog no matter what, no matter how.
Details of her birthday celebration WOULD be released after tomorrow, I promise. Or at least, I HOPE to promise.
I am a very busy woman too, you know?
@ 09:07 a.m.
:: The story of a merlion. :: Saturday, July 15, 2006
I thought I was able to let go totally of them yellow anti-vomit pills already. I thought the morning sickness was gone. I thought I was back to normal. I was really sick of being a merlion, I thought too.
But I thought wrong. Again.
If initially I couldnt go a day without taking three of those pills, nowadays I can go one day with just one pill in the morning. The overly ambitious me then tried to stop taking the pills altogether yesterday. I thought I would be fine. Today, it started again. My stomach was wobbly. I felt sick. I threw up. A lot.
All hail, the pregnant merlion is back!
So yes, sadly I am still dependent on those yellow pills. But not that dependent anymore, at least.
Phew.
@ 11:26 p.m.
:: Unforgivable sinners. :: Wednesday, July 12, 2006
What a shame. What a big, big shame.
Instead of trying to think of ways to upgrade yourselves, you spend your time degrading others. Why are you behaving in this manner, honestly? Lack of education, maybe? Or improper upbringing, perhaps?
I have always told Nurul, do not ever be sure about anyone in or out of the industry unless she knows them damn well. Do not get too chummy with anyone. Be nice, yes. Be sincere, yes. Be herself, yes. But never be too trusting. Never be too gullible. Never be too silly.
But the big problem with Nurul has always been this. She is just too nice.
And look who's hurt now.
Let's face it. She is in this so-called industry called entertainment. Everyone is competing with one another. Everyone wants to be the best. Everyone wants to be the most good looking. Everyone wants to be recognized. Even if it means playing dirty. Even if it means being a fake. Even if it means badmouthing one another. Even if it means spreading dirty rumours like 'Nurulaini had a face job' and 'Nurulaini smokes.'.
Nurul? Face job? Ok, let me think about it. I have known her for almost seven years now, and I don't recall knowing a Nurul with a flat tyre nose. Her dad is Pakistani, for god's sake! Saying Nurul had a nose job also means her three other siblings plus her dad had their noses done too, dummies! What an insult to their naturally good looking family, seriously. What were you thinking, spreading rumours like this? Sinners. Tsk tsk tsk. Just because you are not blessed with a face as perfect as Nurul does not mean you can shamelessly accuse her of having a face job. Allah loves her more, and makes her more special than any of us. I can live with that. Can you?
As far as I know, the only face job she ever had was to have a tooth extracted. Now, would you consider that a face job? You decide. You are the smart ones, after all.
And the smoking part is totally bull. I mean, if she really does smoke, then it would be an entirely different story and yes, it would make no sense for her to deny it or be miffed. But the point now is, she does not smoke. So of course it hurts the poor girl when people wrongly accuse her. Its like you being charged for a crime you are not guilty of committing. How would YOU feel, smartie pants?
Oh I am sorry. You are unfeeling.
Aiyoh. I have a big headache.
I really feel for her. When she confided in me the other day, I felt like pinching hard the fat smelly butts of these rumourmongers. I was angry. I was disgusted. I wanted to throw up. But mind you, it was not because of my morning sickness, hokay!?
On a more postive note, my Nurul, you should be indebted to these rumourmongers actually. Because of them, people are all talking about you. Free publicity! Who knows, you might just win the 'Most Popular Personality' award yet again this year. Insya'allah.
Be strong, my friend. What matters most, at the end of the day, is the very reassuring fact that you have got the support and love from those close to you. We believe in you. You will always be the 'kental' Aan in our eyes.
For now, let's us just focus on this tummy of mine, hokay? It's nothing big, but at least it is growing slowly.
:)
@ 10:49 p.m.
:: 4 more days to my second trimester. :: Friday, July 7, 2006
Ok lah, a preview of me and my tummy.
Suspense comes first. (This is not my room, by the way.)
Then the real thing! (Where are your eyes, Tatek dear?)
Nyahaha. Tell me you can see nothing! Tell me you are disappointed! I know. I should have taken a picture from the left side. Then right side. And backside too.
Sorry. I will try again next time.
Suddenly taking pictures seems like the biggest chore ever. So you wait.
@ 10:13 a.m.
:: Tag & Nag :: Thursday, July 6, 2006
Eh enough, can?
I want no part in these tagging games anymore. Up to date, I have four tags pending and I quaver each time I receive a new tag. I am suddenly tired of being tagged. Besides, most of the tags are repetitive in one way or another. So I've decided I do not want to play anymore. Its no longer fun. My back is aching, I can neither stand nor sit still for long and I am wheezing, out of breath, all the time. Spare me lah.
Today, I was told that my tummy could be seen already. Like finally, I look pregnant. :)
And today, someone finally made the unexpected, unasked for and uncalled for remark.
"I think you looked prettier before your pregnancy."
Wah piang, thanks woman!!
I don't know whether that's a compliment or insult. Or 2-in-1 kind of remark.
But at least you were honest enough. I've been in seventh heaven for far too long.
