Sugar sugar

When I was in secondary school, I remember watching a video. It was The Archie's Sugar Sugar, but there was a footage of a movie in it. I've always thought of it, since I like the song. But the original video clip that often came out was not the one with the movie in it.

Fast forward to 2013, I was searching for Ezra Miller's movies, and found out that there are tonnes of full movies in Youtube. I know I know. What a noob. Hey, I don't intentionally sit in front of the computer to find movies all day long like I used to back in the days ok?

So, I found this movie with Christina Ricci in it. I knew her from her Casper days. Anyways, downloaded it, and watched it just now. It turned out to be that the movie I saw in the video clip is actually Now and Then (1995).

It is a great watch. It's about four girls and it marked the summer in 1970 where they made a pact to always be there for each other no matter what, due to some circumstances and chalenges they faced that summer.

It's a really good movie. They had a tree house which they bought with their own money. I noticed a lot of scenes which, were it to be a movie in 2013, would've make no sense at all and would probably change this movie into a thriller (especially that part where they met a soldier. They could've been raped, for all we know).

Watching this movie made me remember what a wonderful childhood I had. Sure, with all those "turbulences" in my family, not everything is a walk in the beach. But I had some really good times with friends and family. 

I was left to care for myself from 7 am in the morning til 7pm at night since I was 8 years old until I got into secondary school and stayed at the hostel. My mom had a little taylor shop in town so she left me to my sisters or cousins. I lived with them during the day, and lived with my mother at night.

It wasn't much different from everyone else's life, or so I thought. Of course, I didn't know what it was like to have both parents together in one house. Somehow growing up I learnt along the way that what I had was not the norm, but I guess it made me who I am today.

They say a good movie left you feeling warm hearted and such. Well I think this is one of those movies.

I want it that way

I was awake after a short nap and decided to turn on the TV. There was a show on channel E!, "15 awesomest boy bands ever" and guess what? Soon as I clicked on the channel, the number one boy band was about to be revealed. I present you, my biggest obsession between 1997 to 2002…BACKSTREET BOYS!

The poster in my room back in 2001

I remember seeing them for the first time on a local newspaper. According to E! they debuted in 1996 but for some reasons I only saw BSB in Malaysian media a year later. Now, we all know for each boy band there would always be that one person we really like a.k.a boy band member crush. At first I liked Nick but somehow I ended up going gaga over Kevin Scott Richardson. The proof can be seen in my "autograph book", that tweeny thing we have every year where friends and foes alike write a few words (or pages) of memories about us. Mine was filled with photos of my favourite artists.

Everywhere there would be Kevin's photo. And Mariah. They all know how much I love Mariah.

Kevin again. And Mariah.

There's also Mark from Westlife.

And Mariah.

To me, Backstreet Boys was is the epitome of a teen-age's need to look up to someone, and what better person to choose than someone (or five ones) who are famous worldwide with white teeth and innocent looks? Of course BSB has some kind of swag attached to their image but it's the innocent, boyish looks that first captured many young hearts at that time. And their songs…there aren't any swear words or bad examples, only hours or swooning about a girl (That's the way I like it, Get Down), going to a party (Let's Have a Party) or just simply telling people they're back (Backstreet's back, alright!).

My friend said to read this page every birthday for birthday wishes...from her and Kevin Ha ha ha!

I don't think there would ever be any other boy band that would take BSB's crown. Although that could easily be explained by the fact that I no longer go crazy for boy bands (k-pop was non-existent back then so Big Bang doesn't count in this discussion, OK) and I would probably have interest in boy band but the level of excitement would never be the same. I remember buying each album that came out from my meagre pocket money, going after posters in magazines, swapping posters with my pen pal from Germany, and worst of all, posters all over my room!

Kevin the hunky member of BSB.

Mariah, BSB and some other guy from another boy band. I think his name is Rich or Richie.

My favourite BSB song of all is, strangely, one that was not put forward as much as I'd love, entitled "If I don't have you". I have that song in every music player I have owned since 1997 i.e.: a bulky Sony Walkman, followed by a Slim Sony Walkman, Samsung MP3 players (two of them, of the same model with different colours) and finally my smartphone, not to mention all of my computers. Here are a few others that I used to listen to non-stop:

• What makes you different (makes you beautiful)
• That's what she said
• Don't wanna lose you now
• Spanish eyes
• Let's have a party
• and of course, the magical  -I'll never break your heart-

So many pictures!

Oh now I remember - my friends put Mark's photos because he looked like this guy I had a crush on from another school, who much much later became my boyfriend (now ex).

Thank you BSB, for all those supports that you probably never knew you gave to a teenager living with her single mother. I hope you have a big happy family (maybe they already do) and success in your every step of life. I love youuuuuuuu!

Poem #2 EL-OH-VEE-EE

I wrote this for an assignment when I did B. Ed. TESL. There was a classmate who didn't believe I am capable of writing a poem that rhymes but luckily I had Tasha sat by me when I wrote this poem. She came to my defence and tell everyone in class that I wrote this poem myself. I also wrote a sonnet for this course. I'll post it later. Enjoy!

::LOVE::

It touches your heart,

And leaves you sore,

Sometimes tears you apart,

It left you nothing but a bore.

Just like the falling rain,

There go your tears,

It comes along with the pain,

And all kinds of fears.

Sometimes love can also cure,

For a broken soul that’s dying,

When a help comes from a heart that’s pure,

Even a smile can send your heart soaring.

Feels like you’re free of danger,

With a shoulder to cry on,

Suddenly everyone else becomes stranger,

And all your fears are gone…

By: Missie Z.

p/s: if you steal my poem, I might not know but my God does. And if you're agnostic, my God would still know.

untuk kawan-kawan

hari ni saya nak ucapkan terima kasih kepada mereka yang saya kenali bertahun-tahun lamanya (ada yang lebih 13 tahun dan ada juga baru kenal setahun setengah tapi macam kenal bertahun-tahun).

pada Aniza,
terima kasih sebab memahami,
temanmu yang seorang ini sangat sensitif,
yang sangat suka berfikir kelebihan orang,
sedangkan kelebihannya sendiri,
jarang-jarang disyukuri.
yang selalu lupa,
kadangkala harta bukan pengukur kebahagiaan,
yang seringkali membandingkan
dirinya dengan orang lain,
dan lepas tu terus tension berhari-hari!
terima kasih kerana sudi melayan temanmu berbual berjam-jam,
hanya kerana temanmu ini berasa sepi.
terima kasih...

pada Natasha,
terima kasih,
kerana sangat-sangat sabar dengan kerenahku,
dengan perangaiku yang suka merajuk,
hanya kerana kau lupa beritahu aku benda-benda
(benda tak penting pun kadang-kadang)
yang selalu meyakinkan aku bahawa suatu hari nanti,
akan ada seorang lelaki "who will love you the way you are"
terima kasih,
kerana sentiasa ada di alam maya (virtual, ok!)
walaupun kita dipisahkan dengan lautan.
terima kasih,
kerana setelah apa yang kita lalui,
kita masih punya memori bahagia bersama.
terima kasih...

pada Cheryl,
terima kasih,
kerana menjadi pendorongku di saat saat aku lemas,
kerana menarik aku keluar dari kekalutan,
kerana sentiasa menyedarkan aku,
bahawa kesusahan hidup yang dialami sekarang
akan bertukar menjadi kesenangan di kemudian hari.
terima kasih,
kerana menyakinkan aku usia 27 tahun bukan halangan
untuk aku meninggalkan "comfort zone" dan meneroka dunia luar.
terima kasih, kerana mengusap kepalaku mengesat airmataku
di saat-saat aku menangis tersedu-sedu
hanya kerana seorang lelaki
(kena mention jugak ke zura oi??)
terima kasih.

pada Nur,
terima kasih.
for pushing me to the edge,
dan menunjukkan padaku,
kalaupun aku jatuh, aku bisa bangun kembali.
terima kasih,
kerana mengajarku erti perjuangan yang sebenar
because just by being yourself,
aku belajar untuk tidak mengalah dengan keadaan,
yang Allah itu penentu takdir,
tapi manusia harus sentiasa berusaha.
terima kasih.

dan kepada sahabat-sahabatku yang lain,
yang kukenal di sekolah, di kusza, di upsi, di uitm, di unisza,
terima kasih...kerana,
walaupun bukan semua memori kita bersama indah-indah,

walaupun pahit masam kelam
kadang-kadang menjengah dalam persahabatan kita,

terima kasih
kerana masih lagi sudi menjadi sahabatku.
terima kasih,
kerana sudi menerima manusia yang kurang sabar,

cepat marah, kadang-kadang tercarut, kurang bersyukur, moody,

makan banyak (masalah ke ni?), malas bersenam, cepat dengki,
buat keje nak cepat-cepat, tak boleh silap sikit, suka mengamuk,
suka psycho orang, bengang bila ngantuk/lapar/letih,
pantang tengok bilik bersepah, suka membebel,
terima kasih kerana menerimaku dalam kehidupanmu.

doaku buat semua sahabat-sahabatku...

"Ya Allah… Ampunilah daku dan sahabatku dan masukkanlah kami kedalam rahmatMu dan Engkau adalah Tuhan yang maha penyayang. Ya Allah… Lindunglah sahabatku dari hilangnya nikmatMu dan berubahnya kesejahteraanMu dan mendadaknya seksaMu dan berbagai macam murkaMu. Ya Allah… Sungguhnya aku bermohon kepadaMu tabahkanlah Kami dalam menghadapi segala urusan dan kekuatan dalam menerima petunjukMu. Ya Allah… Kurniakanlah kepadanya jiwa ketaqwaan dan sucikanlah. Engkaulah sebaik-baik yang mensucikannya. Berilah kemudahan pada kami atas segala kesulitan-kesulitan kami, karena menghilangkan kesulitan itu mudah saja bagi Mu ya Allah. Amin.. Ya Robbal 'alamin..."

TERIMA KASIH SAHABAT!!!

P/s: this was an old post from my old blog.

Missiez's BFF returns home!

"Hye Zura...slamat b'pose.sori kaca (kacau) mung tgh bz ni. rindu kat mu, aku trus msg ni.hehe.aku tgh packing brg2 ni.tgh kemas2 jupe plok koleksi surat2 yg mu antar kat aku dlu2.touching sey.huhu.27hb aku lek kg.hope 2 c u soon.slamat b'kerja ye.taun ni leh raye nge mu.yeay!"

I received this message on the 25th August 2009. I was shocked at first but later I learnt that my best friend, Anieza is returning home this Ramadhan and she is returning home for good.

It has been, like, what, 1 or 2 years since we met face to face? I mean, she works in Damansara before this and things has always been like this for us: either she returned home and I was in Tanjung Malim or I was home and she couldn't get a day off.

Anie has been my best friend since we were in form four. At first we were just schoolmates, and then in form two we were in the same class and I kinda forgot about her till I was sent to (read: Sent to. Cuz I initially asked for another class with different papers) form 4 as-saff. From there she turned into my best friend a.k.a spy a.k.a counselor a.k.a so many more roles.

So here we are in the present days and with that message she is like telling me the best news I have received from the past few months! I.am.excited.

So last sunday she called me and said maybe we should go out and I said yeah why not and on sunday noon she msg me saying she's already near the faculty. Off we go in her white Viva to my home so I could change my clothes and later we're all giggling like the old days.

I'm really glad she's here. I mean, Cheryl is somewhere in Ipoh and I miss having a bestie to do crazy things together! The crazy part is mine, thank you.

So we had a a lil buka puasa party with nasi kerabu takdak kuah, sate tak sedap, honey dew juice manis giler nak bagi org kencing manis, popiah ( i didn't get to taste it so no comment!) and some bubur cha cha. Oh, by the way, we had the buka puasa feast kat tepi pantai teluk ketapang. not a recommended place for singles. Damn bloody couples ramai sgt kat situ so you might get infected with the sakit-mata-tengok-org-lain-couple disease.

What can I say? After not meeting her for such a long time, it's such a relieve. To me, nobody understands me like she does. So yeah, there IS actually someone who understands me.ha.

Looking forward for more konvo raya! I hope this year I'll get to visit more friends compared to previous years.

The Poetry Gal

This post is dedicated to Evanna, who at a mere age of almost the same as mine, has already had a poetry book to her name.

One of the reasons why I went to Dungun last Tuesday was to get this book which I asked my niece to get it from the writer herself. On my way back to KT yesterday, the bus was an hour late, and so I decided to take a look at the book of poems written by Evanna Mohamad Ramly.

I recognized some of the poems almost immediately, as I used to visit Evanna’s blog, where she posted her poems. The one that I like most is “To An Eraser”. I felt like it was very meaningful and it just makes sense. As I continued flipping, I realized one thing: most of the poems which sound serious were written when the writer was in college. I guess that’s also logical because we tend to be very stressful at the college or workplace.

Among the poems that I like very much are:

Plated
“I make no futile attempt
To search for something that clearly isn’t there”

PDA: Painful Delusions of Affections
“Look deep into my eyes
I know there is someone else
Dancing behind yours”

And my favorite:-

To An Eraser
“Do you not tire?
of this dull life that you have
Correcting the mistake of others
by giving away bits of yourself”

There are many occasions where I felt like I am always correcting other people’s mistakes, taking the responsibility of others and being the scapegoat. However, it also makes me much stronger and at times, smarter. That’s why I can relate very much to this one poem.

I think you have displayed a very skillful art of using words to express your emotions. Some of the poems are quite deep and it is still taking me some time to understand, but don’t worry, as I have many days to spend reading, and I have included your book to my reading list. Just to understand what this writer is really trying to say through her writing.

Congratulations for the book. Keep on writing, dear, as what a lot of people would say, it’d be a waste of you ever stop writing.

Again, congratulations.

Makan and Tonton

It’s been a while eh? Well, I have been keeping myself busy with visiting friends and former college.

Last Friday, on the 31st October, I went to Putrajaya with my mother. The purpose of that short visit was to collect my stuffs from college. However, since I realized this is not a chance to be missed, I took the opportunity to meet Ckin and Yda at Damansara (I can’t remember which Damansara, there’re too many Damansaras over there). So on Saturday, I took ERL to KL Sentral and met Yda, and off we go in commuter to Ckin’s house.

We had a nice get-together that day. Watched two movies in a row! Ckin fell asleep for about an hour during the second movie…hehe… We watched “Boys Over Flower” which is Hana Yori Dango in Japan first, and went to dine at Thai Xpress after that. Then we continued our journey with “My Best Friend’s Girl”. That movie was hilarious! I can’t remember the last time I had such fun watching a movie. It’s downright perverted, with so many cursing in a movie that’ll make Pamela Anderson blush!

The initial plan was to give Tony Roma a go, but then after spending so much money on ice cream and food and movies, we had to postpone it. Yda literally drool everytime she passed Tony Roma’s in Cineleisure. Haha…don’t worry, babe! There’s always next time, and next pay check…

Anyways, it was a great day. We went home and went straight to sleep in Ckin’s room. Woke up the next morning, found out Ckin already rushed out for her school activity. We beg her to come early so we can go out some more. Ckin’s message before she went out was…

“Mandi wei! Balik nanti kite pegi jalan-jalan lagi!”

Nevertheless, un-bathed and un-changed our clothes, I cooked Maggi for Yda. Then, while we were lazying around and watching HanaKimi Japan, suddenly we heard footsteps. We were like

“OMG its not Ckin, rite?”.
Check the watch. I looked at Yda, Yda looked at me.
“Do you think she’s back this early?”
“Nah…might be the neighbour!”
Clink clink. It’s the steel gate.
“Waa….its Ckin!! She’s gonna kill us for not getting ready yet!” The door opened…

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING???”

Hehe…sorryla Ckin, we got lost in the Japanese series.

Then we continued our journey to OU. Not much activity though, since I have to be back to Putrajaya before nightfall. Went to have lunch at OnlyMee. It was cool, the food was nice, the price is quite OK. Ckin had Black Pepper Rice, Yda had some kind of noodle soup with seaweed and fishball, and I had Prawn Mee and Seaweed Roll. The Seaweed Roll…I have to tell you this! It melts in your mouth…so nice and yummy, and you wouldn’t even realize it’s gone! The prawn mee was quite delicious too.

I wanted to buy a pair of shoes (just to satisfy this dying heart of having to stay in Terengganu), but I couldn’t find one that I really like. So after making the two girls walked and waited in patient, I finally gave in, and bought some sushi. It’s been a while since I had sushi. I love sushi!

So my get-together with the girls ended there, and I went back to Putrajaya around 8pm. The next day, I woke up, feeling hungry and ajak my mom to Alamanda. My sister in law was like “What? Ajak mak? Naik bas?”… ala…the bus stop is only few steps away from her house. We had late lunch at RasaMas, then went walking around. I was looking at some shoes when my mother suddenly held up one pair of cute black and white sandal and said “Comelnyer selipar ni…”

Sah sah la I kena pau lagi. Nevermind la...it’s a rare chance to take my mother out for a walk in the mall anyway. So she took that sandal and I bought a bronze sandal for me.

We went home that night. Abis cerita pasal Putrajaya.

On Thursday, Charm came to Terengganu and asked me to accompany him and Duan to KUSZA. The place changed a lot nowadays, and even the Language Faculty has moved to a new building. After meeting the Dean (which I found out some bad news…sob sob), I felt somewhat relieved. Even though I didn’t get to meet Madam Akmah and Madam Shamsiah, it’s quite OK to hear that everything is still the same. The spirit of TESLIAN is still alive there!

Met Sir Rosdi and he mentioned Lucillus (Lucy, if you’re reading this, read on!). He praised Lucillus on his good language command. He talked about his memories in UPC, and other things. Nevertheless, a good visit actually.

Then Charm took us to Air Buah Pior, and we had Nasi Minyak, Keropok Lekor – the signature dish of mi county, and Air Buah – of course! There would never be a better place to lepak2 and have keropok lekor sebatang dua with air buah such as this place. Never!

By the way, i am still in search of jobs that would satisfy this rigid heart of mine. Please wish me luck!

Holiday (ye ke?)

Last Friday, after pushing meself to the core, after berhempas pulas buat keje macam nak gile, I managed to complete my thesis. Sadly, bile nak pegi anta, the lecturer acted as if I wasn’t there waiting for her kat luar office. Ada ka patut????

For one, I’ve always respect my lecturers. But what she did just kinda swept away all my respects. That day I missed one bus trip to KL because of her, and I had to buy another ticket, after waiting for another hour. The trip was supposed to be at 5pm, but I only managed to get outta Tanjung Malim at 7pm. Come on la…have a heart. I’m a student, not a slave. You could’ve just ambik je the thesis and put sumwhere.

Terasa ati dowh…thesis tu aku buat cam nak gile…orang anggap macam taik je. It’s ok. You’re a lecturer. I’m just a lower rank student who doesn’t have any title to my name yet. Wait la when I get one. Huh.

Of all the lecturers here in my university, there’s only one yang betul2 jaga student. I didn’t mean to be rude, but didn’t our parents work their hard ass so bad to pay for the fees…and you just waste their money by not producing…wait…not being a TEACHER to us. I understand that you’re busy, what the heck…

Sometimes terasa jugakla with the perangai lecturers here. Some are really baik. But some are just a pain in the ass. I made myself a vow not to be a big headed person yesterday…after seeing how badly you can be treated just because your rank is lower than someone else’s.

We’re all God’s creature. Ape salahnya merendah diri? I know I’m not that baik or something. I’ll only be nasty if the other parties start first. I just felt so damn underestimated. I know my thesis won’t win the noble prize or something, but hey, at least I wrote it MYSELF. Some people just upah somebody to do it. And you proudly puji that person in the class. If only you knew…

Well well well… I’m not gonna waste my jari to taip everything about you here. Next topic plizzz!!!

Starting from tomorrow, we’ll be having study week. For me, it’s 24-hour-internet-plus-books-movies-per-day kind of week. Tomorrow I’m going to the library and gather as much story books as I can (Paling banyak pun nam bijik je.chait!!). Yay! I think I’ll read one of those oldies…maybe Scarlett Letter? Whateva la…as long as bukan science fiction. Hate em. Double yuck.

I’d love to read Tuesdays With Morrie but I’m not sure if the library here has it. I doubt it. Maybe I’ll try to get the whole set of Shopaholics. They have lots of those Malay novel junks but soooooo little English books. And then you guys up there bising2 plak about the level of English of the students. What the heck.

Yesterday I went to Grand Union wit Tushy and bought junk foods. Lots of em. Bekalan to accompany us while watching or reading or doing whateva to finish this two weeks. exam’s due at 28th April. Lambat lagi tu…

Alamak…lapar plak…k la you blog-readers (heh) see ya again. Daaa!

Of babies in sarong penyu

This entry ditujukan khas kepada enchek y_n_s...

hehe...jangan marah bro. aku tujukan entry untuk ko sebab aku tengok ko cam depress jak. Hm...you know when you said that "happy is elusive word.we'll never be happy". Not that i take it seriously, but i think happiness is in our mind. sapela taknak happy dalam dunia nih.

Talking about happiness, i look back at my life in university. not that it really sux or anything, i think i made a few good memories, and also a few bad memories. the rest are just trying to survive in this world full of bandits and angels.ewahhhh

Come to think of it, i could have just sit in my hostel room, and do my work, without going out...just sit at the meja study, read everything that i could, and then go to classes, do extremely well in exam.But what does it mean to be in university?What does it mean to live?

I could've save a lot of money if i stop going out with my friends, could have simpan dalam deposit account, but that also means i could have miss the chance to live! So thats why i'm so the very poor but if my friend ajak pegi karaoke ke, tengok teater ke, i'll go.Sebab bila balik my hometown, i'll never have all this chance. And whats the most important is, I'll never have the same crowd to go and have fun with.

I know this might seem so ridiculous to some people, but life is all about giving and taking.I give some, and i get more than what i give.Live is too short to leave all the important things like having good friends to hang out with...and i thank god for giving me such a lively circle of friends.

Everybody has their own perception about life, but the core essence of living does not change no matter what happen.We cannot live on our own, and thus we need other people to fulfil our needs, and other people need us to fulfil theirs.What you think is not important today might be very important to you in the future.Thats how the saying goes "Be nice to people you meet today, no matter how annoying they are.You'll never know what's gonna happen in the future".

Okla i made that saying up..but isnt it true? of course that matter of true or false i leave to you guys to judge.just remember to live every moment.i sum up my entry today with this poem i found in the japanese movie "yuuki". (yuuki is the 8th person in this world who's diagnosed with the "dissolving bones" syndrome)

the essence of life

to comprehend the value of one year,
just ask the students who failed their entrance exam.

to comprehend the value of one month,
jusk ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

to comprehend the value of one week,
jusk ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

to comprehend the value of one hour,
just ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

to comprehend the value of one minute,
just sk the people who missed their stop on the train.

to comprehend the value of one second,
just ask the person who managed to avoid an accident just in time.

to comprehend the value of one tenth of a second,
just ask the person who ended up with a silver medal at the Olympics.

the hands of the clock will continue ticking.

therefore, treasure every moment you have,
and treat today as the utmost gift you'll have.

p/s: actually, this blog entry has got nothing to do with y_n_s. but then, its all up to your own interpretation.hehe.have a nice day, bro.may you be happy alwiz!

--am listening to "Emo Girl by The New Teen Titans".cool song--

The Adventure of TomYam Ketam Lover

I just came back from hanging out with my seniors, who kindly belanja me tomyam(Thanx Kak Azi..love u..muah muah).She msg me this afternoon, telling me not to go anywhere tonight.And so I faithfully waited for her,while watching My Girl (yes I still couldn't get over it!!Love ya Gong Chan..BBasyaaah!!!

We went to the most fabulous TomYam Restaurant, it's Meor Tomyam Restaurant which is situated at Kalumpang.A bowl of special Tomyam (almost affordably priced at RM12-18 per bowl), is adequate for 3 person, but juz now there were four of us and trust me, you'll ask for the second bowl after 10 minutes (thats what we did...:P~)And the whole thing costed her and her boyfriend a whopping RM66 (didn't matter to me, she's paying anyways...hehe)

The special bowl of tomyam, comprising of succulent chicken, squids, prawns and my favorite, crab...yes...CRAB!!!!It was so delicious that I decided to go back to basic and eat the whole crab with mah own five fingers.A group of pakciks was sitting in front of me and I realized that some of them were staring...but what the heck la pakcik???Which stupid fools would eat crab with fork and spoon, anyways?Before you can utter the word uncontrollably, the whole thing will fly all over the table.

Anways, something stupid happened while I was savouring the sweet crab flesh.I was having trouble biting the crab leg (which is the sweetest part) when...

ME: Ouch...OMG something stuck between my teeth!(uncontrollably tried to move the bone using my tongue)

N: Here let me see...I can't see nothing!

ME:Of course you can't, its between my teeth.It hurts la..(OMG the pakciks are looking at me)

H:Just bite one more time and it'll go away...

N&A: (Laughs hysterically)

ME:Jahat la u guys gelakkan I!! (Wait ah lil crab...I'll get to ya as soon as I'm done with this bone...)

Magically, the piece of bone disappeared just like that.By the time I finished eating, the group of pakciks still gave me that occasional stares(Like the heck I care).

And there's the story of this akak who wears a shirt a little too snug for her body which has a bra-like cloth in front of it. I had to shut my mouth with my two hands so that I won't say something bad(Jahat kan?:P~)Seriously, N wouldn't make that joke about Superman being dirty(with his underwear worn outside) and asked me what is the similarity of the akak baju kuning with Superman????

Nevertheless, it was a good evening, and I haven't had this kind of outing for a long time.Been stuck in TM for almost a month.Can't go poya-poya at KL cuz I overspent my loan.Gotta sleep now.An assignment is due this Monday and I hadn't started anything yet.Just went to the library to search for books.Wish Me Luck, eh?

Goodnite, tomyam Ketam.I wish you are safely digested in my stomach.