Pink. On. Black

2009-08-19T07:20:00.000-07:00

Blogspot:

Hello, babies!

Even though I love this baby, I'm going to move to tumblr.

MYBLOGHERE

I think it will be permanent, just as soon as I bother to add links of all you people!

Loves,
Mas

2009-08-17T08:24:00.000-07:00

If you don't already know what the Hell is wrong then I can't help you.

Danish Hamizan

2009-08-15T12:52:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANISH HAMIZAN!
Literally, birth day.

I got myself a nephew today.
(Like I bought him at Mustafa or something.)
Close enough, at Kandang Kerbau Hospital.
My second cousin Ning gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.
Danish Hamizan, totally adorable, 3.5kg.
That's pretty much everything I know about him, because he doesn't speak yet.
Hurhur.

Ze baybay and I!

Ze baybay and sister!

By the way, somebody kill me, I haven't been doing much for FYP.
:(

xoxo
Mas

I LOVE CLOTHES

2009-08-14T11:02:00.000-07:00

I got some money from Daddy to buy some make up.
Thanks Daddy!

Anyway, afterward, I was waiting to wait for the other man in my life, the Boyfriend, for dinner.
But it was only 5pm, so I went to window shop instead.

Boy, was it a bad idea.
Now I'm lusting for this jacket that costs $136.
This is one of the worst "wants" I've ever had.
:(((((

Another bad idea:
Going on to Topshop's website to find the jacket.
Found other things that I want like these!

Will anyone fund my shopping?
Any takers?

No..?

:(

xoxo,
Mas

2009-08-10T00:28:00.001-07:00

OMYGODHELPME,ELVISTAY.

Okay, let's hope he doesn't Google his name and find this post.
Because I've never needed more help than today.

I need my lecturer's (Elvis) brain.
To code.

Because NOTHING I code comes out right.

*Smacks Flash on the head*
WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!
Up until the smack on the head, of course.

xoxo
Mas

2009-08-09T22:00:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I wish life would be easier,
but how much fun would that be?
If time had gone a little faster
Would I still be so much like me?

Life takes you on a ride
A ride sometimes you don't want to take
But if you give up without a fight
You won't know if you make or break

Little things in life you should cherish
A sigh, a word, even silence
Wait and wonder, you will flourish
You will miss their unexpected absence

Grab on to what you can
Hold on to all that you possess
Love and embrace, woman or man
And when you do, my dear, profess

Feefee

2009-07-27T06:18:00.001-07:00

I haven't seen the boyfriend for more than a week.
And since I've been broke throughout the weekend, I've successfully become a couch potato.

I told ya!

Well, anyway, I've missed The Boyfriend.
Happy 18th month sweetheart. <3
I'm sorry you have to spend it at work.
I love you.
;)

Been such a wonderful one and a half year of my life.
Which is quite the percentage, seeing as I'm only reaching 20.

Lovelove,
Mas

Farah birthday

2009-07-17T11:02:00.000-07:00

Fadilah, Farah and I went out on Thursday for Farah's birthday!
Yay!
First we ate some really nice chicken.
Well, maybe not really nice, but I was famished.
We had dinner at BBQ Chicken, and all Farah-O-Skinny-One ordered was Kochi (3 sticks of skewered chicken).

I had such an awesome time with them, it's like Secondary School was just yesterday.
Yeah, they're high school sweethearts.
<3

Then we went to watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.
I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT!
Up until the ending.
Gah.
But my good friend Binky said that's how the book went, so I'm gonna kill Miss Rowling.
(I'm kidding, by the way. Just in case she does get assassinated. I'm innocent.)
The FX were crazy good.
And, the movie was hilarious!
Plus they finally showed how kids are kids, Potter was easier to be around.
He joked, he laughed.
He was quite the normal kid, yay.

I was never a fan of Potter, but I guess that movie changed my mind.
Effin' awesome.
(Not Transformers awesome, the other kind of awesome.)

Harry Poo I love you,
Mas

P.S. We thought we'd make Farah play DDR, and poke fun...
But she was good at it.

Yong blast-off

2009-07-16T01:24:00.001-07:00

I'm scared to death, still shivering.
I've never seen my lecturer so mad, never heard him curse like that.
I know this sounds horrible, but I'm so glad I wasn't at the receiving end of this blast.
Because I'd be so scared shitless I don't know what I'd do.
Which makes me worry about how my friend's doing.

Sigh.
My lecturer's not all that bad.
He's pretty reasonable, when he comes to explaining himself.
But if you don't hear his explanations, us mere mortals wouldn't know just what the Hell is going on, or how obvious our faults are.
So, really, nobody's at fault.

Better go check on him soon.

Still shaking,
Mas

FYP madness

2009-07-14T02:47:00.000-07:00

I haven't been blogging because there is so much work to be done for FYP!
Urgh.
But, I've been horrible today.
I woke up at 11am, but my mind refused to concentrate on work.
Since my first presentation yesterday, I haven't been doing anything.
But I'll start tonight.
After lepak-ing at Simpang...
And then next morning, all the way until consultation.

Yes, I think I shall give my brain a break.
I gotta get ready for Simpang.

Watching Ice Age 3 with my sisters and cousins tomorrow night, which should totally be fun.
Watching Harry Potter with Farah and Fadilah on Thursday, for Farah's 20th birthday.
Whoa.

(:
Should relieve me from stress.
Teehee.

Love me,
Mas

at 98.

2009-06-17T09:10:00.000-07:00

At 98, I hope you've had a full life
Giving hope and love and warmth
And having them returned as rife
Through all your years, and now even in death

At 98, I hope you've fulfilled your dreams
In every little way possible
You've been successful it seems
But still be able to stay so humble

At 98 I hope you've loved all your years
Whether joyous or sorrowful
With your hopes and your fears
May you have never been regretful

At 98 you've seen your children
Grow up so beautifully
Bearing you grandchildren
Whom you love unconditionally

At 98, I hope you're at peace
I hope you're very happy
And for many years to come we'll miss
Our dear beloved Yayi

Love,
Mas

Do Singaporeans dress badly?

2009-06-03T03:28:00.000-07:00

Do Singaporeans dress badly?
This is a subjective question, and in my opinion, yes, generally.
The most common place you can see people who dress like they were a victim of a fire that engulfed and destroyed all their good clothes, if they ever had any, is in town.
Granted, there are also who dress up to the nines, and I take my hats off to them.
It takes guts to dress up to go to town, not because it's over the top, but because it hasn't been a practice for Singaporeans.
But I digress.

I understand where the weather is concerned, micro mini skirts and hot pants are in.
(This is directed at the girls... I hope.)
Mind you, I have nothing against that.
But if you complete the ensemble with flip flops and Billabong T-shirts, I'd have to unleash the Fashion Police's angry mutant poodles at you.
I believe in balance, if you wear plain denim skirt or jeans, pair it with a very interesting blouse or shirt.
Then you can think about the accessories.

And girls, please, tights are fine, but they're only for the skinny.
I'm sorry to be so blunt, but it's a sore for the eyes when your panty lines are for the world to see.
That's just your back, don't get me started on the front of your pants... Ick.

Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of people who dress to impress.
Dresses, high-waisted skirt or pants and hats are very 'now', though not all at the same time.

Pyjamas?
Pyjamas are comfortable, it makes you feel at home.
They're sometimes pretty.
If you had to buy some things for your mom at the mama shop downstairs, it's not unusual to be in the comfort of your PJs.
But if you're going a little further like Tampines Mall (if you live in Tampines) please put on some decent clothing, for PJs are very prone to wardrobe malfunctions.

To reiterate, Pyjamas are good for the bed, within the proximity of your home and (to stretch the rules a little) a maximum of a hundred metres away.

To maximise the use of your Pyjamas at home:

Play Twister!

Take jumping shots of yourself

You can bond with friends and family.

Play pick up sticks.

There are so many other things you can do in your pyjamas in the comfort of your own home.
You don't have to wear it out to put your pyjamas to full use!

Later,
Mas

RING POP!

2009-06-02T22:03:00.001-07:00

On Monday Jo came to visit us in school.
Well, not really.
She came to hand in her project for Crowbar Awards.
Awesome stuff.
:D

I hope she wins something.
She deserves it.

So anyway, Tiff went to meet her mom at Tampines One and got tricked into grocery shopping, haha!

So Jo and I went opposite school for food and some paper to wrap her gift for Cara.
We talked about all sorts of random things.
I missed Jo+School.
Now if I meet her it has to be Jo+Spinelli.
:P

We bought sushi, yum!
And she bought Ring Pops for us.
Well, I think it's called Ring Pop, I'm not sure.
Tiff said it was.

So here are they are, pictures.

The Adventures of Ring Pop!

Huge ass candy ring Jo gave me.
I do.

Here's Baby Binky with an annoying pose.

Jo was a bit sad because her ring was broken, so she had to eat the diamond like other normal candy.

Ring Pop superheroes!

Jo still in denial, sucking on the ring.

Er, 2 hours later my ring was still not finished yet.

That was our fun day.
And besides that, I got a lot of work done, yay!

Muchos love,
Mas

Idil's bday 08

2009-06-01T05:14:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday, we celebrated Idil's birthday.
In a suite at the Crowne Plaza Hotel.
Here's a sneak peak for those who couldn't make it, refused to make it, or...
Well, wasn't invited.

He turned 22.
These are the cupcakes Sarah made for him.
Birthday Cupcakes!
The yummiest cupcakes, I swear by it.

Sarah and I met the birthday boy at Terminal 3 to stall him, because everyone else was late!

Outside the suite, we blindfolded him, put a crown and a tutu on him, and tied a balloon around his wrist.
Boy, is he in for a lovely pink surprise.

So cute hor.

Some cross dressed.

Some got piggy back rides.

Some got carried away with photography.

Some feeling2 Princess and bodyguard.

Some feeling2 mafia and his wife.

Then some of us played Twister, Phase 10, Pick Up Sticks, Charade... etc.

WAS.
SO.
MUCH.
FUN.

Played with balloons and stuff...

We also went swimming!

And sat under the umbrella on the oh-so-comfortable chair!

So, yeah, that was our weekend, and it was fantastic.
:D
Till the next birthday!

Mas

P.S.
Happy birthday Idil babe!

Audrey Hepburn

2009-05-25T10:33:00.000-07:00

Oh and I really, really do now believe those people who said I was born in the wrong era.
I absolutely love Audrey Hepburn.

I think, in the era where everybloodybody smoke, it was damn sexy.

Huge hats are sexy.

Big shades are sexy.

These dresses are sexy.

The gloves are sexy.

The hair perfect.
The people pretty.
The men gentlemanly.

I mean, how could I not be in love with them?

Much Love,
Mas

I'M BACK!

2009-05-25T10:24:00.000-07:00

I'm back because I'm having Final Year Project (FYP), and I need a stress reliever.
:D

So it's going to be boring, terrifying and bitchy.

Today I've come up with some questions for my idea, and I'm terrified it won't be enough.
Syafiq has been kind enough to offer his services (not in that kind of way you pervs).
He's helping me video tape some interviews, of course only until I figure out a way to get it done myself, which might be a tad impossible.
I've to learn anyway, he's going in to NS like, soon.

To sidetrack from FYP, I have a lot of gossip in my head right now, just buzzing, buzzing.
Well, not a lot.
But what I'd love is to gossip like a coffeeshop aunty.
I'm not sure they do gossip, but that's the word that goes around.

Anyway, Sarah and I are planning Idil's 22nd party, and I'm hoping everything goes as planned.
To Idil, there's not much planned, don't get all excited.
To others who are coming, of course there's a bunch of stuff planned, it's gonna be fun!

:D

Muchos Love,
Mas

Boy hitting a girl.

2008-10-06T12:13:00.001-07:00

I was on my way out for lunch to Toa Payoh hub this afternoon when my colleagues and I passed buy a group of school kids.
Two of them were wearing full white uniform.
And six of them (4 guys, two girls) were looking on at one of their male friends whacking the shit out of a poor defenseless girl.
It was such a horrific sight.
My heart hammered against my chest because I was feeling everything at once.
I was so furious at the guy, afraid and sympathetic for the girl, and sad that this is what things have become.
My colleagues and I just stopped and stared for a while, and one of them called the police.
I was in shock and felt nauseous when the guy kicked the girl in her stomach when she was down.
I just... stared.
And the lady told us to call the police, which we already did, and she took a photo with her camera phone.

One of the boys saw, and he yelled at us, "Oi, my face nice is it, fucking kanina!"
And then he threatened us something.
Then I realized my comrades have left me...
So I scurried over to them.

Then I heard a loud thwack, and I turned and the boy was slapping the victim.
Hard.

We went over to Delifrance, but suddenly I wasn't hungry.

Because I don't understand people.
And maybe I don't WANT to understand people.
I hope I won't go to Hell for wishing that the boy and his friends would get arrested for some nonsense, get themselves killed, get runover by a speeding truck, or just overdose on drugs.

Love,
Mas

2008-09-04T18:41:00.000-07:00

Nad's Bday 2008

2008-08-31T22:27:00.000-07:00

Nad's birthday partayyyyy! Heh.
From left clockwise: Taufik, Seerah, Nadiah (Birthday Girl), Syafrin, Syahirah, Mas, Idah

Last week, we celebrated Nad's birthday.
And my gift to her was the... gift of love?
Of friendship?

Haha.
I'm sorry there wasn't any physical present for you, Nad.
But I hope the oh-so-thick slice of chocolate cake made up for it.

Happy twentieth, you.

Love,
Mas

Jo's Bday

2008-08-16T09:48:00.000-07:00

Hello!
Yes it's me, back from the dead!
Alright, bad joke.

But anyone who ever comes in to have a peek into the life of Masturah clearly was misinformed, since 'a peek' isn't even on this blog anymore.

But since this is a celebratory day, I shall honour this post to my dear friend Jo!

Happy 20th Birthday Jolene Tan!

See how I had to use black font on hers and white on mine! -_-

Just a quick shoutout to The Boyfriend, too!

Lots of love, hugs, kisses and moans,
Mas

2 months hiatus.

2008-07-26T23:18:00.001-07:00

Yes, I realized I have been on a two-month hiatus and I didn't tell anyone.
Not that I owe you an explanation! *Hands on my hips*

But anyway, life has been swell.
I have missed the boyfriend too much over the past two months cause I have been doing a major project (P4).
He's a wonderful boyfriend, honestly.
(You know I would never say that if it weren't true.)

And friends are just great.
I love doing work with my friends, it is what keeps me doing work.
(Or keeps me from doing work, but that bit isn't important.)

I'm just here because those guys *points to my cbox* are getting annoying.
Hee. I'm kidding.

Just to let you know I'm still alive,
Mas

Being sick.

2008-05-18T20:45:00.000-07:00

I haven't been out of bed since Friday!
Alright, I lied. I just left the house today.
Now now, before you accuse me of being a lazy lump growing on the bed, I'd like to defend myself, if just a little.
My fever was burning up since Friday.
(Funny how I got attached to it so quickly, eh? My fever. Mine.)
So I thought, eh, let's play dead.
So I lived off watermelons and pink guavas and plums and What'sThatFruit.

Anyway, I left the house to go to the nearby clinic with my mother and my kid sis in tow.
Even before I left the house, I put together all the things I'd need to say to the doctor.
Don't look at me like that, I didn't write it down, it was all in my head; don't you ever do that?
No? Nevermind. (You're weird then.)

So here's a snippet of what was going on in my head.
"Doctor, my fever's on and off, could you please find the switch for me? Or don't tell me, just switch it off."
"I don't have much of a fever now, but I do have this horrible headache. It's like I'm moving, talking and thinking real slow, you know? Like... my.... head... feels... like.... What... was... I... saying...? Oh, right. My brain feels like it's sloshing about in there."
"And Doctor, I don't have a cough or flu with this fever, which is strange to me, but my throat feels constricted, like I have a couple of frogs at the back of my throat. It hurts when I swallow... I mean, I choked on a bloody Panadol."

So with all these listen in my head, I entered the doctor's examination room and she asked me what was wrong with me today.
Besides my hair, my clothes and...
And I said with utter confidence, "Croak."
Oh.
So I had to whisper everything that's wrong with me, and it came out as...

Me: Fever.
Doc: Oh, since when?
Me: Friday.
Doc: I see, how high was your temperature?
Me: *Shrugs*
Doc: Ah, okayy... Cough, flu?
Me: *Shakes head no*
Doc: Open your mouth, and with this stick I plucked from the tree outside, I will probe your mouth. *Looks and prods around* You have a very swollen throat. Must be painful.
Me: *Nods in agreement* thinks: "You think?"
Doc: Well, you must have a dreadful headache, since you have a fever. They come together. *Smiles*
Me: *Smiles back* thinks: "Well, lah dee dah. The sky is blue."

The doctor's bill was $56.75.
Well, I had fun.
So sue me, fuckers, I'd have paid more for a trip to 7-11; I haven't been out of bed since Friday!

Mas

Men

2008-05-14T21:55:00.000-07:00

Time and time again, when I've found a certain someone in life, my male friends drop by a whopping 70%.
Those who stay are those too close to be anything other than friends, those in school, and those who I have mutual friends with.
Yes, I realize I don't treat men the same way since I've been with The Boyfriend, but isn't it only normal to?
I didn't mean treating them different like, evil different.
(I'm only evil to stupidity.)
But there just seems to be a limit, is all.
Now: You talk, you laugh. You make fun of each other.
Then: You talk, you laugh, with your hand on his arm/ thigh/ nose/ whatever. You make fun and tickle one another.

I suppose men like single women because they can rest your arm on his nose.
Yup.

That conclusion is one of my many great theories.

I'm just saying that I suspect most men that have female friends are not fully out for platonic friendships.
I've read somewhere, where someone said something like (I know, amazing source, right?) usually how men make friends with women depends on how attractive the woman is.
I wonder if you look less attractive when you're attached.
"Oh god, what is that on her arm? Is that a man?"
And there goes your weekly session with the beautician.

But then again, I wouldn't mind as much, since I'd have a different purpose for keeping myself looking good.
I wouldn't trade The Boyfriend for the 70% back.

Mas

Anti Graphics Website

2008-04-23T13:13:00.000-07:00

Newly put up site, where a group of student designers (and friends) exhibit their work.
(Not professionally yet, but getting there.)

http://anti-graphics-sg.blogspot.com/

Do visit and offer your views.
Will be updated as frequently as possible.

Anti Graphics Designer,
Mas

I am crazy in love with shoes.

2008-04-17T14:15:00.000-07:00

Crazy in love.
With shoes.

Okay, name me a girl who isn't.
Hell, name me anyone who doesn't love shoes.

I am going for something around this look, waist down.

And I think shorts are fantastic.
Like bermudas.

Yes, I know.
This is so last season, right?
Well I don't care, I like it.

So I went online and searched for the kind of shoes Mr Boyfriend and I have been looking for.
(For me, not him.)
Poor Mr Boyfriend.
It's never easy to follow a girl to shop.

Here are some examples!

This is favourited.

This is also favourited.

Favourite!

Favourite again!

And again!

Also a favourite!

Isn't this pair so damn cute?
Favourite!

These three are also favourites.

This is so chic, I love it.
Favourite!

This is from Moschino.
I love Moschino.
Favourite!

It is an understatement if I said I love this.
Favouritest!

And this!
This!
I adore the print.
I've always wanted a trenchcoat of this print.
Favouritest again!

So I like all.
Deal with it.

Like I have to deal with it because...
This is the closest I'll get to owning them.

I believe in shorts, stockings and ankle boots!
Mas

Affirmation.

2008-04-15T09:10:00.000-07:00

Holidays are ending, thank God.
I mean, I guess all we talked about during school was to have a break, but now that we got it...
I feel utterly useless.
Exactly... 0% of work is squeezed out of me during these 3 weeks.

The only thing I enjoyed this holiday are days out with Mr Boyfriend, Nadiah & co., Ahmad and Shaz.
Especially Mr Boyfriend.
*Grins*

I now have a new favourite person online to talk to in the middle of the night, Salleh.
I met him through Shaz 6 years ago.
And he sent me a link of "Affirmation" by Savage Garden on Youtube, and it is currently my favourite feel-good song.
In return, I gave him a link of "Crash 'n' Burn" by the same artiste.

I've "Affirmation" on repeat and I'm feeling good.
I spent the whole day with Mr Boyfriend today, and I miss him already.
He should move into my closet.

LOVE;
Mas

"Affirmation" by Savage Garden

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye(Repeat 2)
Until you say goodbye

Holidays

2008-04-03T14:30:00.000-07:00

I haven't been blogging much, because, well...
I actually don't wanna bore you bunch to death with my daily adventures.
Because, well...
I'm not that evil.
I will figure out an article to write on subsequently.
But as for now...

Watch out for AntiGraphics design... Uh, crew/team/groupoffriends.
Heehee.
I'm 10% of it.
Eh. Heh.

Mas

2008-03-26T07:35:00.000-07:00

Yes, so I have been on a hiatus.
And now I'm back!

*Insert sound of crickets*

Well, it wasn't like I was expecting a celebration, with confetti strewn all over.
I don't believe I have readers.
But I like to express my feelings on something at least.
Writing in the diary is so tiresome.

So anyway, now Project 3 is done, I'M FREE!
*Insane giggling*
IMD students would share my glee.
We're now in Year 3, so old, so old.

But still!
After the tears (PMS), sweat (school ventilation needed maintenance), and blood (pricked myself with a pencil) I am now done with P3.
Seriously though, the two months (the last two weeks of the two months, at least) of hard work paid off well.
I think.
My website wasn't great or anything, but for a personal project I think it was alright.

Till next time.

<3;
Mas

Schopenhauer

2008-03-08T06:18:00.000-08:00

"Woman pays the debt of life not by what she does, but by what she suffers; by the pains of childbearing and care for the child, and by submission to her husband, to whom she should be a patient and cheerful companion."
Schopenhauer

It saddens me how much of the respected perspective of writer Schopenhauer is true.
(A quote I read in a book, The Corrections.)
What more can you ask for as a wife, as a mother, and most of all, as a woman.
It pays to have had the luxury of being with the one you love.
And most importantly, have him love you back.

And someone once said, "Be with someone who loves you more than you love him."
Then you can confidently refuse what Schopenhauer has carefully put in words.
For he'd put you before himself, and the duties of a wife will take place instantaneously.

Mas

Tosto Cafe, complaint letter

2008-03-04T21:55:00.000-08:00

On Monday, friends from IMD and I went to Tosto Cafe at Changi Airport Terminal 3.
The service was less than satisfactory; the waiter made me write to them.
We'll see if they bother to reply to my email.

Dear Sir/ Madam,

I am writing to inform you of my dissatisfaction with the service at Tosto Cafe at Terminal 3 on 3rd March 2008.
I believe that with good money comes good service and food. During the first half of our visit to the cafe, we were impressed with the look of the place, the warm welcome that we received and eventually, the quality of the drinks.
However, afterward, a waiter came up to us and asked if we wanted to have a second order of drinks and before I had a chance to place my order, he told us that we cannot just "sit here" because "this is not Starbucks", beside the fact that were were the only customers there.
I think we could have taken the hint if he only waited for us to place our orders. A friend and I bought two more drinks, but I still could not digest the audacity of the patronizing waiter.
As any other guest at this cafe, we were delighted to know that because we are students, our the price of our coffee was discounted at 30% but what I did not realize was that we had the quality of our service discounted as well.
I do hope that, if ever, my friends and I return to this franchise we would get good service.
Thank you for your time and kind consideration.

Yours sincerely,
Masturah Maidin

So now I can say I am a full-fledged Singaporean; I wrote a complaint letter.

Mas

Project 3, anti Thailand.

2008-02-28T07:52:00.000-08:00

Sarah had wagged her finger at me about not updating.
(Not literally, of course...)
I haven't been updating because Project Three is killing me and every one of my coursemates.

I just feel pretty hopeless about it all, the future that has Mas and Project Three on the same page looks bleak.
I'm a bundle of nerves everytime I think about it, so I'd rather not elaborate.
The fear is intensifying, not to mention suffocating.

Oh, and I realize I will be staying home doing nothing during the only break (two weeks) we'll have this year, up until I graduate in April, 2009.
Insyallah.

When you pretend you're fine, eventually you will be.

Mas

Inner beauty vs Physical beauty

2008-02-08T04:57:00.000-08:00

Inner Beauty vs Physical Beauty?

Most of us would pick the first (it only seems morally correct) but I might find myself leaning over the physical sense of beauty.
No, I do not jump on the first man I see who is by my standards sexy as Hell.
Hear me out for a little bit.
The saying, "Don't judge the book by it's cover" irks me just a little.
Maybe it's just me, but I do judge the book by it's cover.
If I were to get a book that speaks of romance and passion and the chosen photo for that particular cover were pastel and had cute little cartoonized ducklings, I would either think I have the wrong book, or the author has some sick perception of passion.
If the runway models were of size 35 and were scantily clad, I might need to regurgitate my evening's meal. (Truly, no offence to those horizontally-challenged.)
Look at it this way: Generally, sex appeal is a major factor in a lot of things.
At least, physical appearance has to be.
I could clothe Heidi Klum in an oversized teeshirt, bell bottoms, cut all her hair off and make her walk around Orchard Road with no slippers and there will be less (if any) men who would go after her.

Wrong, you say?
Then I can simply back my notions up by saying this is all because I'm a design student.
We've been taught that you can sell anything if it were packaged beautifully, with a sound (if at all true) rationale behind it.
If inner beauty is all it takes to win hearts over, then Ugly Betty would be our sex icon.
There wouldn't be a fashion industry.

The content of any website (I shall be excused, being an Interactive Media Design student and all) can be about the glory of sawdust but if the user is entertained, you score at least a little.
Of course, at the end of the whole experience on that site, any person with the right mind would think, "Sawdust?"
But what mattered was that the user didn't go to the website and automatically disregard it; he/she was intrigued enough by what he/she saw alone.
And that was enough for someone to waste 20 minutes of his/her life to navigate around.

Evidently, at the beginning of my entry, I said I was "leaning over" to the physical beauty.
And I still stand my ground, however inner beauty counts.
"Beauty is, (afterall) only skin deep."

I wouldn't count on a man who's sexy as Hell with head as light as air to start a family with.
I wouldn't read a beautifully illustrated book on the secrets to success in life written by Britney Spears... Unless it's for entertainment.

You get my drift.
Though I do think I have a man who's sexy as Hell.
He's not light-headed though; far from it.

Mas

"When you're not blonde and thin, you come up with a personality real quick."
-Kathy Najimy

Sri's shopping.

2008-02-04T07:59:00.000-08:00

Yes, people, Mas has a boyfriend.
My goodness.
Will the teasing never end?
Lol.
You guys are too cute.

Anyway, met Sri and Has at town today, Wani was busy having her nails done.
I had a lot of fun, and apparently Sri had more fun!
Has and I were tortured into following her around Far East and watch her shop.
She blew 300 bucks at Far East alone...

Enough of words, here are the photos!

Mas & Has

Mas & Sri

Sri at her most unglamorous state!

Has & Sri

I need more days out like these.
Not until my legs wear out, but these girls day.

Saturday, I'll be waiting.

Love;
Mas

This year is going to be confusing.

2008-01-22T07:35:00.000-08:00

This year is going to be confusing.
First off, I'm actually very contented in where my life sits right this moment.
I'm not going to know what I'll think next month, or even next week...
And especially not during P3.

But I do know where I'm going to find that bit of happiness in store for me.
I do know that little bit will be enough to keep me sane.

And that little bit is you.

You make me smile, please stay for a while now...
Holding me tight...

Love;
Mas

A new year, a new life, the same people. 2008

2008-01-09T03:11:00.000-08:00

This entry is dedicated to my dear friend Eeduh.
Okay, I kid.
But she did press me into writing one.
So here goes.

I cannot complain about life right about now.
It's been good and bad, but it's life.
And the good overrides the bad.
Hence... It's, uh, good.
*Grins widely*
Because I'm pretty much in love.

If my mom for some strange reason stumbles upon my blog, then she'll probably hammer me for what I'm about to say next...

I'm dying to go shopping.
I'm dying to buy shoes.
And dresses.
And bags.
But of the utmost importance, are the shoes.
I saw so many pairs of shoes that I will have to buy because if I don't, I might fall into a lapse of depression.
Really.

Alright, alright, I'll just be... Really sad.

I'm quite happy that school has started, because that's where my life has been great thanks to my friends.
And I haven't wished all of you a Happy New Year's.
So I shall, now!

Happy New Year, to all my friends and bloghoppers!
A tad late, but better late than never.

Jo; I wish you all the love and happiness you can find (and will find with Cara.) Unless, of course, you have already found it. Oh, man. I'm so happy for you. You really deserve this, and her. (:
Tiff; You, too deserve as much of that as anyone else. And I hope you'll find your solace. Hey, who knows, you'll find it in the night sky. *Winks*
Azie; I haven't seen much of you, and today you haven't seen much of anyone. (Excuse the pun, I just had to.) But I do hope that your eye be well again.

I love youuu (:

Sri; I know you don't read my blog, but somewhere, somehow I'd get to thank you. For just being you. I wish you the best time circling the globe, because in the future, I'd want to do that to. Maybe even at my own luxury. I miss you.
Shaz; And you! I miss you more because you're only a few kilometers away from me, but I haven't seen you longer than I haven't seen Sri. You've been the greatest. Without the two of you, I wouldn't be me. Threading soon! :D

I love you more. (:

With all my heart,
Happy 2008,
Mas

Family

2007-12-23T08:58:00.000-08:00

It's been a week since my sister flew back from Edinburgh to be with the family this winter.
It has been great, although I have to share the room again.
I've always been uncomfortable with shown affection, and it everyone puts in the effort to welcome someone warmly.
The pretty thing about it is that, after the hugs, it's as though she's never been away.
It's as though she's always been at home.

Girls in the family

Bumped into Mr and Mrs Goh Chok Tong

Family dinner. <3

That's the beauty of it.

-Mas

Sperm Snacks

2007-12-05T08:44:00.000-08:00

As always, (as Shaz says) I got hungry in the middle of the night and ransacked the kitchen for food.
Okay, I didn't exactly have to hunt for it, for food, in my home, is abundant.
This explains my dire need to lose weight but not succeeding.

Anyway, I saw a plastic bag and attacked it, and found snacks by Double Decker.

"new flavour in new fun shapes"

Yes, you can see the doubt and suspicion in my expression.
Having being a snack with a pink packaging, and the snack has "new fun shapes", I assumed the snack was for children, mainly.

Look at the snack, not at my face.

My sister said they looked like worms.
*Whispers* Personally, I think they look sperm-ish.
Maybe this is all happening in my dirty brain, you might not feel the same way.
Well, to each his own.
And if you agree...
What are they trying to teach children?!
On the package you can see stars, circles, etc.
But what do you find inside?

*Scoff*

Mas

Boots from River Island

2007-11-29T06:54:00.000-08:00

There so much a girl can take.
This is how her heart breaks.

After the awfully dreary weather at Sentosa, Jo, Tiff, Abu and I decided to window shop.
When all I had was $2.
I'm not kidding.
No, really. I'm not.
Hence the term window shop.
(No, we didn't buy windows. Where did that term really derive from...?)

Anyway, we walked into River Island, and I saw the love of my life.
Just sitting there, waiting for me.
Practically screeching my name, and all else disappeared around me.

I heard Jo mutter, "Oh, no" when they followed my gaze.
I could feel Abu roll his eyes.

Yes, the love of my life is a pair of boots from River Island, which would cost me...
Two hundred and forty five fucking dollars.
For us to be united.

Abu thought I might just almost cry.
(Don't be silly, I'd only just tear, not cry.)

I told myself to get over it, so we went to Zara and I cheated on the boots.
I'm sorry baby, I just don't have that kind of money.

Mas

Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she'll conquer the world.

MOS, caught redhanded.

2007-11-23T13:27:00.000-08:00

I'm seething.
And I don't know who, what or how to turn this resentment I have into something... positive.
I am, today, the Complaint Queen.
All I want to do is vent, and that would help me sort my thoughts, if that's okay with you.
If it's not, stop reading; move on to another blog.

Parents may sigh and go "Kids will be kids."
Hence I'll take the liberty to clench my teeth and think, "Parents will be parents."
I understand the part of being the parent is to shelter you from harm.
I understand that it's part and parcel of life, having parents who are overprotective.
But I'm not asking for much.
I'm not even asking for so much freedom, because I understand the duty of a daughter.
But I want fucking space.

I don't see the point of having a door, with a lock, mind you.
And have them open it at will using keys.
I might as well have a shower curtain for a door.

To have you strolling in whenever you wish, just because you can, calling me all sorts of things, accusing me of everything you can ever find (that's my wakeup call)...
Is just impossible for me to understand.
And you ask me why I sit in my room all the frigging time when I'm at home.
You ask me why.

Everyone knows you can say anything you want to me because I won't say a word.
But it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

Mas

Azie's birthday.

2007-11-21T23:10:00.000-08:00

I haven't updated because life has been mundane.
(Okay, parts that I would actually tell you are mundane.)
The interesting parts of my life as of now, are too personal.

On tuesday, the evening before Azie's birthday, was one of the greatest days in a very long time.
Sarah and I baked a cake for Azie, and we brought it in a Royal Sporting House plastic bag, so Azie was convinced I bought shoes.
So the chocolate cake, with chocolate fudge, vanilla icing and chocolate chips made Azie go, "Oh my god."
Which gave me strange fuzzy feeling.
It's nice to do something nice for others, you think not?
She said this is the one surprise that she never expected.
And the cake was a hit, too!
We were at Starbucks Eastpoint, where Azie gave out all the cake.
She bribed her manager; traded a slice of cake for a drink.

Then Tiffany came, so the three of us had those heart to heart sessions, and it was really funny.
I hope noone took offence.
I know I didn't.

Happy eighteenth Azie!
May Allah bless you.

Mas

Appreciation and Gratitude

2007-10-31T09:33:00.000-07:00

Appreciation and Gratitude

There are many to appreciate in life, and yes, I'm thankful for what I have and have become.
I don't think I've said this enough, especially to my other thirds (can't say other halves, cause there are three of us).
Between the three of us, I've always thought that Shaz would be the first to get a serious job.
It's not like her job now isn't serious, mind you.
I meant, like a career.

We weren't surprised when Sri became an air stewardess.
It's almost expected, in some ways.
But dear God, we're proud of her.
It's not something we'd say everyday.

And given these two lovely people in my life, I am contented.
Besides being flesh and blood, they're the best friends anyone can ask for.
Sure, I don't see them everyday.
Sometimes it goes on for weeks without contacting.
But there isn't ever a moment of awkwardness, just because.
Just because what we have is most cherished.

You watched me grow up.
And vice versa, for some parts.
And part of what I am right now, is because of the both of you.

I love you.

Now, don't get all teary on me, Sri, Shaz.
I mean it, from the bottom of my heart.
Thank you.

Mas

Burger King man.

2007-10-08T08:46:00.000-07:00

It was great to see Shaz again after so bloody long.
The last time I saw her was like a month back.
Not to mention Sri.
Wherever the Hell you are, girl, we miss you.
Come back soon.

Well, anyway, after having our eyebrows done, Shaz and I went to Bugis.
She bought a pair of pants I almost choked her into buying.
I had discreetly hated the way she folded up her long pants to three quartes.
So now, I made her buy tapered/ skinny jeans so she would have no way of folding them up.

Anyway, since she only had a pau and bubble tea for break fast, we went to Burger King.
I poked fun at a man with carrying around a bolster and another man who kind of dozed off after having his meal.
When Shaz and I got up to leave, the man who I thought to be sleeping came up and said "Before you go...", slipped me a card and disappeared.

"Your smile realy made me wild. Your beautiful and i'll be happy to drink a beer with you."

I was staring after the stranger, perplexed, and Shaz took one look at the card and doubled over laughing.
I glanced.
Laughed.
Read the first line and laughed even harder.
I was flattered, truly.
But it was so cute the way he drew me like that.
Happily smiling, too.

It so totally made my day/ night.
I think Shaz fascinated herself with a closeup of my "portrait" in her new phone.
I've a new phone too.
Yay.

Mas

That Malay Song

2007-10-07T13:38:00.000-07:00

Interface Design 2 is a bitch.
My results are beyond help.
My GPA is an embarrassment.

Anyway, it's 4.30am right now, so I might as well wait for sahur.
And I'm zoning out, so I decided to search through my files.
I found something worth remembering.
We had so much fun doing this song, and I still have the bloopers.
If I've time I'll edit them and post.

It's called "That Malay Song" because it's a malay song.
And no one knows the title.
I screwed up here and there because, let me reinstate, it's a malay song.
And Azie made me crashcourse.

Mas and Azie with the vocals.
Cash and Sofrie on the guitars.

Cheers.
Mas

Soulmate

2007-10-04T11:10:00.000-07:00

Today was a great day.
I met Tila and Had.
I've missed them terribly.
And yay!
I bought shoes for Raya.
They persuaded me to get the silver, not the black.
Now I'm thinking if I should've gotten the black.
It matches all, you know.
All meaning...
All the black in my closet.

Tila's still with Ezat.
Two years?
Had's still (technically) with Paul.
3, 4 years?
Fifi's practically married to Ayie.
Since forever?
Ju's going strong with Yol.
2 years?
Farah's probably still with An.
Since preschool.

And I pretty much love myself.

It's all good.

Mas

High - Lighthouse Family ft Myself

2007-10-02T07:07:00.000-07:00

I kept playing 'High' by Lighthouse Family over and over again.
This song lifts my spirits.
This song makes me sad.
This song... Is just so expressive.

And since I'm in a festive mood where sharing is a helluva good thing...
I shall let you hear a sing-along.
Unfortunately for your ears.

For unfortunate friends who will eventually pray they never had ears.
LOVE!

Mas

loneliness

2007-09-29T16:13:00.000-07:00

It's been a while since I got emotional about being alone.
It's not something I'm proud of, so I'm not always fond of admitting to myself.
But it has been so, and I might as well get it out of my system.
I think what I read and watch affects the way I think because whatever I see or read makes me reflect.
On the day I had.
On the person I am.
On the relationships I've crashed into.
On life itself.

It certainly gave me a certain perspective.
Maybe not the kind I want, but sometimes it does wake me up.
I've been watching Ally McBeal reruns on the internet.
Everyday.
And it seems to me that she's irrational, and never happy.
I don't want to end up a bitter old woman.
Maybe in that show, her being 27 and single is not a bother.
But for me, that's not an option. I don't want to be the old lady with 58 cats.
I want to be the old lady with 58 cats and some grandchildren.
And I know it's silly obsessing about these things because I'm barely 18.

But I sure as Hell know when to draw the line against denying I'm lonely.
Because I've always had feminist thoughts, read feminist articles, watch feminist movies and sing feminist songs.
Sometimes I think feminism is just something we use to cover up the fact that we're miserable with or without men.
No question that we'd rather be miserable with them.
But just saying it out, makes it even more true.

Lugubriosity is not an option I plan to have.

Mas
P.S. Oh dear God, listen to me. Monthlies are around the corner, definitely.

Assumptions.

2007-09-22T11:07:00.000-07:00

Once when I walked into a friend's house, her mom was nice.
She was almost... Too nice.
Before I left, though, the mom pulled her to one side and started questioning her sexual orientation.
And mine.
She didn't only implied (strongly) that I was a girl who likes girls.
To make matters worse, she called me a minah.

Now I'm not mad at her mom, or pissed that she thought I was a lesbian or a minah.
(Actually the thought of a lesbian minah made me chuckle a little.)

Also, last night, I was on MSN with someone I've met only once.
He said he just came back from Zouk and was on talking about alcoholic beverage.
He casually invited me to a club (one fine day) so that we could have some shots of what's-its-name.
Surprised as he was when I told him I don't drink...
He questioned me why I don't.
He said, "Well then what do you do? Lepak at coffeeshops?"
At that moment I got a little ticked off and demanded an explanation for the assumption.
I usually can tolerate these things, but I don't know why I just got so affected.

How can anyone be so stereotypical?
Just because I am friends with someone who isn't straight doesn't mean I swing that way.
Just because I'm Malay, have perfectly plucked eyebrows and wear smart black (I had presentation that day) doesn't mean I'm a minah.
And really, just because I'm Malay it means I club and I care about drinks named Scotch, Jack Daniels, Tequila, Mufasa, Timon or Pumba?
And then assume, "Ah, she must be those lepak kind of minahs who sit at coffeeshops all night."
It's either black, or white.
I can't do grey?
(If by now you think I'm rambling, you're wrong. This is designer talk. You know, colours and such. Besides the fact that black and white aren't colours. They're the lack of colo - Oh nevermind.)

It's not that there's anything remotely wrong with any of those acts above (if you're oblivious to religion).
But stereotyping one for their race or who they hang out with is uncalled for.

Mas

when mas got a mohawk!!

2007-09-20T02:15:00.000-07:00

No, I don't dare live without my curls.
So, I shaved my sides instead.

It was an ordeal to get into the MRT, really.
Aside from the stares, it was the hair-watching.
"Watch out! Your hair's gonna hit the ceiling" etc, etc.

But it was an experience.
If I had a choice I'd do it again, and I'd change the clothes I wear.
However I don't wanna get beaten up walking around with hair my hands cannot reach.

And don't worry, the mohawk lasted 5 hours tops, and went floppy.
I look almost normal now.

Mas

Haircut.

2007-09-16T12:18:00.001-07:00

I'm gonna have a haircut.
A super drastic one.
And I don't dare.

I don't wanna look like crap.
Do I dare live without my long curls?

Mas

FASHION POLICE!

2007-09-14T13:04:00.000-07:00

I was browsing through my myspace, and then through Dan's.
Then I saw this certain account, Layla Bo Bayla and I thought she had a pretty face, so I thought I'd just have a look.
The photo was of this really busty woman.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And it does not end.

The boobs were strangely unreal.
And strangely huge.
It just looked pretty bad.

Pretty and all, but too much baggage.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm jealous.
I'm pretty happy with what I have.
And trust me, it does not kill me to compliment a woman.
I always do.

But hello, a photo of you greasy, sweaty and scantily clad in the tiniest bikini with your boobs saying Hello to Africa, especially when its caption is "I was the runner up. The winner had bigger boobs. But hers were fake!" does not strike me as a great conversationalist.
I hope she has as much brains as boobs.

I really do, for the sake of mankind.
Or womankind, for that matter.

Mas

2007-09-10T11:07:00.000-07:00

What's up with men and words? Don't get me wrong. They're good with words, however keeping them seem to be their problem. I have no problem with men who can string a sentence. Two sentences? Even better. But I am irked with sweet talking.

Sure, how can it not be appealing at that precise moment, when someone tells you the stars reflect on your eyes, and how beautiful you look, someone should paint your picture. I've heard it a million and one times before. We all have. But we fall for it over, and over, and over again. It is only after the honeymoon period has ended, that we realize how corny, unoriginal, tasteless and dishonest they are. I mean, I'm sure you're beautiful, but "The most beautiful girl I've set eyes upon" is a little improbable.

We all think our hearts are impenetrable by prepubescent boys, but they have a snake-like charm, only the hard-headed, determined and strong-willed women are able to see through. I obviously am not one of them.

Yes, we've all been through this. We all have been hurt before. By the very person who seemed to be perfect. Your soulmate. You two a kindred spirit.

A man can kill and still be the sweetest thing.

And in the end we still love men.
I do, anyway.
Some of you might have turned gay.
If you have, good for you.
I only wish I had the guts.

-Mas

Jen's Chalet and Marc-Andre Grondin

2007-09-01T14:26:00.000-07:00

I had such a blast last night.
Abu, Azie and Jo were great.
Oh my God I miss that.
P2 has to end (and end good) soon so I can have more of these nights with my best buddies.

Marc crossed my mind though.
I miss that bugger.
But this outing was totally last minute, I couln't call him to go out at 11pm.

We watched C.R.A.Z.Y!
And I fell in lust with Zac in that movie.
Who actually looked like our Zack a part of the movie.
Played by Marc-Andre Grondin.

Even his name makes me swoon.

This night made more sense than the night before.
Although I loved the friendly charade we had at Jen's chalet.
And I had fun, with everyone, really.

But I lost my precious handphone.
Fitri's handsome face was bloodied.
And I felt bad for Jen, having the drunk people around puking.

I love my friends.
And I'm very much in lust.

Mas

Sex. An issue?

2007-08-23T11:12:00.000-07:00

Okay, so forget about the hiatus.
I'm really bad with seperation.
Especially not with pinkonblack.

Is sex really an issue?
Either I've been watching too much Sex in The City, or I've been thinking too much. Either way, these two... They fuel each other. Is sex really an issue? Do people really argue over this? Whatever happened to the knight in shining armour who saves the damsel in distress and they have this grand wedding and then have sex?

Most of the men I've spoken to about this think that they'd want to know how a girl is in bed before he swears to be with her forever in sickness and in health. Is this really the case, so have I only met men who think about getting into a girl's pants?

So what, exactly, is a girl to do? Not have sex and then be someone no man dates, or do sleep with someone and be labelled a slut when something goes wrong? Either way, women are screwed (excuse the pun). Sure, these things are subjective, but for all my life (educated by those far older and more experienced) I thought men would like to marry someone who hasn't been touched before. Someone who isn't another person's leftover meatball pasta. Maybe times have changed. We don't burn witches on a stake anymore. And men say women are complicated.

Do the right thing and you're a prude, live on the wildside and you're loose. What exactly is the defination of a slut/ whore/ tramp? Is there a certain quota that has to be reached? Wake up beside ten men who you call "Hey" and you're a beginner. More than twenty, you've reached intermediate. More than fifty and you're a full-fledged whore. You get a black belt.

How is it that both sexes are judged differently on their sex scoreboard? Women give a high amount and they're considered filth. Men who admit their virginity are considered unfortunate. Men who aren't, of course, should be non-chalant about how many. "Oh, I didn't count. Maybe thirty." You do not want to sound like you're keeping score.

If you look back in history
It's a common double standard of society
The guy gets all the glory the more he can score
While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore

-Mas

2007-08-20T07:38:00.000-07:00

I just had to blog what I feel.
You know, when you suppress emotions for too long you might go crazy.
So here goes.

The night Aisha had her party at El Sheik...
I saw him...

No idea who he is.
He's just so godawful bloody hot.
Leaning against a white car.
And I thought he was checking Sarah out, so I could check him out.
But when I looked at him, I think his stare burned a hole through me.
Ohmygod.
I turned back to look at him three times and he was still staring.
So I winked.

And I almost died.

HOOBOY!

Okay, back to hiatus.

-Mas

Hiatus

2007-08-07T11:16:00.000-07:00

Blogger currently on hiatus.
Readers will be updated on the return of blogger.
(Blame it on P2)

Bad Feelings today.

2007-08-06T21:03:00.000-07:00

I am officially feeling horrible today.
I'm not going to say I'm having a horrible day, because the day didn't do anything to be called horrible.

So I'm just feeling horrible.
"Got up on the wrong side of the bed"?
I only have one side to get up from.
I forgot to bring my wallet and my iPod.
I didn't wear make-up.
I was late, and had only ten bucks, so Cash and I took a cab.
That left me with... Very little.
No sticks left.

To add to my misery, I'm wearing ugly panties.
And my panties and my bra don't match.
I know I should be thankful that they don't match and I am not wearing ugly bra too.
But I feel weird because green and pink do not go together.

Okay, this is an off-the-surface problem, obviously.
I do not go crazy thinking about the hues of my undergarments.

I just don't feel like telling you what really is going on.
Because I'm not sure myself.

As those who know of my online diary.
SWS.

-Mas

Sentosa.

2007-08-05T10:03:00.001-07:00

I came home yesterday with a Rolls Royce in my driveway.
And a BMW convertible (top opened, thank you very much).

And oh boy my heart wished my dad bought new cars.
Dreaming aside, they were his friends' cars.

Anyway, had fun at Sentosa yesterday.
With Sarah and Idil and Franko.

Been a while since I went out with Idil, so it was all worth it.
The getting darker, the entertaining Franko.
Been hanging out with Sarah a lot more.
:)

We were supposed to go to SAFRA, Mt Faber.
And the stupid cab driver took us to the top of Mt Faber.
How were we to know?
I'm a Mt Faber virgin till then.
So we took a cab back down.
Altogether, it costed us $12.
Biatch.

Then at 6pm we went to see Jules' band, "Bedroom Utensils" perform.
At 8pm it was Sarah's friend's, Visa (or something or other), "Armchair Critics".
At 9pm, it was Cash's band, "Faceoff".
Finally spoke to Titus' girlfriend, Joyce.
I kind of found her intimidating.

Photos of Sentosa and all are still hiding in Sarah's camera.
Will post them up soon!

-Mas

2007-08-01T10:24:00.000-07:00

I'm a disturbed child.
Child?
Excuse me. Girl. Woman. Lady.
Whatever.

If I voiced out what goes on in my head, I might be labeled mentally unsound.
Not that they need another reason to put me to sleep forever.

See what I mean?
Unsound.

-Mas

2007-07-23T09:45:00.001-07:00

Excuse me for breathing, but...
Hot Cocoa just makes it all better!
Especially in a mug that big.

Mas

Terra Naomi

2007-07-18T12:04:00.001-07:00

I was in love with Terra Naomi once.
And I think as much as I don't like sharing friends, I very much don't like sharing idols.
Many a times nowadays I hear people listening to her.
And the one song I'm head over heels in love about.
The one song that makes me love her even more.
Say It's Possible.
Sure, she's got other nice songs like The Vicodin Song, Flesh for Bones and Misery.
And here I am promoting her.
Cause I don't care anymore.
Terra Naomi, you and I are through.
Harrumph.

Months ago when I first heard and saw her on youtube, I thought she was hot.
A little androgenous; and she sings and plays the guitar effortlessly.
And you can't really see her face.
That leaves the imagination, and the imagination was doing me good.
Oh well.
There is no more love.

Okay, fine.
I won't delete her from my iTunes.
Who can stay mad at Terra for long?
I think I was only channeling my anger toward poor Terra.
I'm so naming my daughter Terra.

Mas

2007-07-13T21:33:00.000-07:00

Just when I thought I walked the walk.
When I thought I could only see you when I stop and turn.

I never knew I could still cry for you.
Just by sending me lyrics to a song.
No personal messages, whatever.

And I understood barely half of the lyrics.
It was in Malay.
Still, there were waterworks.

Mas

2007-07-10T08:23:00.000-07:00

On the way home from town yesterday, Adek (Sofrie) and I had a What-Ifs conversation.
I started with, "What if I had money".
It would not be the shoes I buy.
It would not be the clothes I buy.

It would be the travelling.
I'll be doing the most clichéd things ever.
Like going to Rome and ride a Vespa with the basket at the back.
Going to France to wear the stupid pretty little hat, sit by a river and paint it.
(Not to forget the scarf).
In Japan, we'll watch sumo wrestling.
Adek will be dressed as a Samurai.
I'll be dressed like a geisha (Oh, how I long to own a kimono.)
How funny it'd be to see a dark skinned geisha with a white face.
Then go up Mt Fuji and have Fuji apples. (Eh?!)
Go to Ireland and hunt a leprechaun down.
Go to Scotland and make Adek wear a kilt.
When in Germany, we'll be blonde, with the red swastika patches.
(And then be gunned down by the Jews).
We'll go to Belgium and eat all the frigging chocolates they have.
And to Switzerland just to see the alps.

Adek says, "AMSTERDAM! Don't forget Amsterdam! We have to go there before we die."
And I'm like, "YOU have to go Amsterdam. I don't need to see naked bitches."
So Adek explains that they're not all about naked bitches.
We could so be potheads in Amsterdam.
While having "space cakes" (whatever the Hell that meant.)
Speaking of space, the last stop would be, of course, the moon.

We'll build another pondok on the moon.

-Mas

Coin Operated Dick.

2007-07-02T09:56:00.000-07:00

Sarah did the actions to "Coin Operated Boy".
And at the "Boy" there were no other actions she could think of than the obscene one.

Hence, I swapped "Boy" to "D*ck".
So, only that word changed, the song went like this.

Coin-operated dick
Sitting on the shelf,
he is just a toy.
But I turn him on
And he comes to life.
Automatic joy
That is why I want
A coin-operated dick

Made of plastic
And elastic
He is rugged
And long-lasting
Who could ever, ever ask for more?
Love without complications galore
Many shapes and weights to choose from
I will never leave my bedroom
I will never cry at night again

Haha. Sorry, that happens when you mix Sarah and Mas.
And not-so-decent talk.

So secrets are out.
Keep 'em.

-Mas

Zack's birthday

2007-06-30T08:34:00.000-07:00

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to Zackary
Happy birthday to you.

Big boy now.
Not that you ever small, to me.
I mean, I look up to you.
(Pun intended. Sorry, I just had to.)
And you're not old.
You're just right.
One of the hottest most nicest guys I have ever met.
Hot underlined and bold, okay?
And you can pull of floral shirts.
(Besides the fact that girls are dying to pull the floral shirt off you.)
How many people can say that in confidence?

And you know these aren't the only reasons why I love you.
I love you cause you're silly when you want to be.
And perfectly logical and mature and all that adult stuff when you have to.
Even when you're not exactly very sober.
Remember yesterday?

*Hugs and kisses again*

Anyway, I wanted to thank you for a lot of things, and it would be awkward if I just pulled you one side one day and thanked you for stuff.
So your birthday might be my best bet.
You've been there for me throughout, even when we aren't the closest people in Pondok.
And I think about it and it's amazing how such different personalities and characters and thoughts and perspective can all be put aside for friendship.

To friendship.
To Pondok.
To you, Zack.

Happy birthday.

Birthday boy and I.

Drool-worthy? I think so.

I wonder what happened to Sarah.

Sarah, I and half of Adek.

Those are not Marc's fingers.

The girls; Azie and me.

The awesome foursome!

Jenjen, Abu and I.

Darlings in the cab looking like crap.

Do the Abu!
"Yek elehhh."

The never-sober Erik and I.

Fake kisses and real love;
Mas

2007-06-25T19:42:00.000-07:00

And because of that, I'll will myself to move on.

Denials denials denials.

I don't want anything to do with you anymore.

Shall you be kind enough to turn away.

-merce`

How good a friend are you.

2007-06-14T16:10:00.001-07:00

Create your own Friend Test here

How much do you know yours truly?
Much luck.

-merce`

2007-06-12T09:02:00.000-07:00

Happy birthday Tiff Baby.

Meet the crew.

The crazy (loved) ones.

And then the camerawoman.

Tiff's birthday was so funny.
We actually wanted to surprise her.
I mean, we did, in the end.
But if was uber hilarious.
MARC WAS VERY MUCH MISSED.

And after that I met Mudd, An Kecik and Jesse (Leng).
And Mudd's cousins.

I couldn't rotate the photo, but...

Happy birthday Lala dear.

THEN meet the crew.

And then, I shall say goodnight.
LOVE;
merce`

"Listen" by Beyonce

2007-06-08T10:40:00.000-07:00

A song I'm very much in love with.
A song which I really believe to touch.
A song I'm playing everyday on my iTunes and in my head.

"Listen" by Beyonce

Listen to the song here in my heart
a melody I start but can't complete

Listen to the sound from deep within
Its only beginning to find release

Ohh the time has come for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen

[chorus]
Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
You should have listened

There was someone here inside
Someone I thought had died
So long ago
Oh I'm screaming out
And my dreams will be heard
They will not be pushed aside or turned
Into your own
All 'cause you won't listen

[chorus]
Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
You should have listened

I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't, if you won't

Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start, but I will complete

Now I am done believing you
You don't know not what I am feeling
I'm more than what you've made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me

But now I got to find my own - my own

thankyou;
merce`

HomeClub2

2007-06-07T03:12:00.001-07:00

Finally stole photos from Syafiq.

Erik was gone.

Jen was gone.
I was.. scary.

Azie and Jo taking the pledge.
Jo, wrong arm!

I was subconsciously being self-conscious.

I believe in, "If I can't see you, it means you can't see me."

Once in a blue moon thingy.

love;
merce`

Foodfest!

2007-06-05T08:52:00.000-07:00

It had been such a food fest today.
For me, anyway.

For lunch, I had New York Fish and Chips from Fishnco.
(I had half, then gave the rest to Aiz.)
Then waffles at Gelare.
(Shared half with Syafrin.)
Dinner was Mega Burger at Swensen's.
(Half of the burger was forced down my Dad.)

And the things I had were huuuuuuuuge.

just look at half the burger.
half, okay?

The other half is in my belly.
Anyway, the lunch at fishnco was farewell for Ben.
He was so nice to everyone, going to everyone to talk.
So, well.
He's leaving for Japan.
Sure as Hell is gonna miss him, I find him the best amongst all who have ever taught me.
Maybe I should've told him that.
Well anyway.
He named me Stella.
Don't ask me, I'm confused myself.
He wanted to christen my name.

Cause Ben couldn't pronounce Masturah.
It came out either "Matsurah" or "Matsturah".
Hence he decided to christen me with "Stella."
At first he said I looked like a "Chloe".
But noooo, he couldn't spell it, so he Stella-ed me.

Anyhow, my question to him (three times, I asked) was...
He changed my name today, but it's not like he'll see me again.
And if he does, what the Hell are the odds of him recognizing me in the streets?

And no, people.
I do not have a major crush on Ben.
It's minor.
*Winks*

*Innocent look*
And why the Hell not? He's cute.
Jaysus.

Farewell Ben;
Stella

-merce`
(I'll stick to this one, thanks.)

HomeClub

2007-06-03T12:11:00.000-07:00

So before Home, we went out.
Azie, Jo, Abu, Mas and Marc.
The loveliest people.

I loved that day.

I swear Jo is fucking sexy.
Abu was disappearing.

This boy is cute.

I figured, since Jo uploaded this photo up her blog, (and I look ridiculous) I don't have to save my skin and lay low with it.

I might as well join her and make fun of myself.
Ohmygod.
Look at the oil on my nose.
I could fry fish with that.

-merce`
Never fade away...

happy. work, friends, and money.

2007-05-31T14:36:00.000-07:00

I am happy.
Happy that I have friends who love me.
Okay, some of them.
Happy that I'm at work.
And happy I know someone misses me, at least a little bit.

Marc was so sweet, I swear.
At work, Azie read out his message to me, and I thought I didn't get one from him.
I was so sad, I swear.
Turns out that my inbox was full, so I couldn't receive his SMS.
And I did!
I did!
Sweet long man.
((:
We love you too, you know that right?

Work has been fine.
"Hello, welcome to McDelivery. This is Masturah speaking, can I have your contact number please?"
It makes me happy, so fine.
Who cares what people think.
The money's good, it's near, and I work with fun people.
And friends too!

Then Shak called and ask if I'd like to paint a mural at a Primary School with him and his crew.
I'm touched.
And honoured.
And whatever the Hell else.
I don't know why I'm so happy.

Some customers make me happy, too.

I love you too, and still;
merce`

Bye eddy.

2007-05-23T18:21:00.000-07:00

When I walked away
Alone and lonesome
All that was in my head was,

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

Sweet dreams;
merce`

Eunice's birthday surprise party.

2007-05-19T08:00:00.000-07:00

Eunice's birthday party was a blast.
The one person everyone needed to thank was Zack.
He bugged me to go to Ikea with him to get stuff for Eunice's birthday.
He was being really bossy and calling everyone on the phone, acting all important...
While sitting in the Ikea trolley I was pushing.

Anyway, Zack went back to school to meet Germaine and get the birthday cake, while Tiffany, Idil and myself were sent back to Marc's house to start the decoration.
We lighted tea candles (is that what they are called?) all around the house.
There were a total of 342 candles lighted.
It was a spectacular sight.

We actually spelled out "We *heart shape with an E inside for Eunice* U" with the candles at the driveway, but then after everything was perfect and lit, it rained.
And Marc's next door neighbour was having a wake.

So many people were there.
To celebrate the heartbroken Eunices's birthday.
She thought everyone bailed out on her, cause everyone cancelled plans to Cafe Del Mar.
Little did she know we had a surprise for her.

She thought that the only people in Marc's house celebrating her birthday was Marc, Azie, Zack and Abu.
But the masterminds of this sick and twisted surprise we snickering.
After the 4 sang her birthday song, Zack asked, "What did you wish for? Did you wish that your friends were here?"
Then all of us rushed out from the kitchen and Marc's room.
I swear, there were so many people.
I was so damned happy for her.
I hugged her, and all she could say was, "YOU BITCH!!!" and kissed me full on the lips.
Her favourite Disney song "Part of Your World" was playing, and she cried.
My baby cried.

So the night went on, and whipped cream was all over poor Marc's house.
Before I left, I got agitated and went to mop the floor.
And some motherfuckers took photos of me mopping.
While they were happily dancing and getting drunk.
I smelled of puke because of the whipped cream in my hair.
Oh, it was so gross.
Anyway, the next morning, which was this morning...
I came over to help clean up, but we were all lazy.
Besides, when I reached with Tiff and Idil, no one was even awake!

Then in the afternoon, I fixed pancakes (which were supposed to be breakfast).
I helped Azie with making (and eating) the sandwiches for her date.
And then we cleaned up the house and sprayed tonnes of air freshener.

Ackkkk.

All in all, Eunice loved it.

Happy birthday, Baby.

-merce`

We were saying:
In five years' time, we can brag that we personally knew Cigarette Sex's guitarist.
In five years' time, we'll see Eunice on centre spread, cover page and even on posters, and tell everyone I've kissed her before.
To be continued...

2007-05-13T08:06:00.000-07:00

Just when I thought I would do better.
Just when I promised myself I would get a higher GPA.
Just when I thought things would go my way for once.

And then I fell sick.
And sicker than sick.
And then became sickening.

I couldn't concentrate, and even if I did I couldn't catch up what Ben was teaching.

I'm so dead.
I'm so fucked.

I don't know how to say, help me.
I don't want to fail.

Help me.

-merce`

Hurt.

2007-05-12T12:28:00.000-07:00

I know you only called to talk.
I know you only wanted company.

But I do too.
I need a friend, too.
I want a confidant, too.

-merce`

2007-05-10T09:08:00.001-07:00

For selfish reasons, I'd keep everything to myself.
For selfish reasons, I'd rather not speak.

For health reasons I'm having only mineral water.

For my emotional health, I'm being around my friends more.
And I'm not complaining, I love being with them.

For my intellect (or lack of it), I'll go to school with discipline.
So hopefully I won't hurt myself thinking.

Oh, and for seriously selfish reasons, I'LL DO WHAT THE HELL I FEEL LIKE DOING.

So here I am.
Contemplating about life and such.
And He sent me an SMS.

Yeah, it would've been 11 months today.

-merce`

Stressed.

2007-05-09T08:33:00.000-07:00

For the first time in my poly life (and hopefully the last), I shall say this.

I am stressed.
I really am.
And I have no fucking idea what to do.
(Vulgarities just express themselves.
See how desperate I am?)

-merce`

2007-05-07T02:01:00.000-07:00

Friends (lovers, in this case) we've been for so long
Now true colors are showing
Makes me wanna cry oh yes it does
Cause I had to say goodbye

By now I should know
That in time things would change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad

How can I adjust
To the way that things are going
It's killing me slowly
Oh I just want it to be how it used to be

Cuz I wish that I could stay
But in time things must change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad

Why do I feel so sad
Alicia Keys

2007-05-05T09:49:00.000-07:00

I had a blast with my friends.
I haven't been this happy and sweaty since...
Hmmm.
Since quite a while.

I bought so many things!
And I love the company.

I miss him.
I do.
I think he's moved on.
And so shall I.

Not to another person. Pshh.
Just, move on.
Like, "Run along, now, Mas..."

I just need a friend right now.
I really need a friend.

-merce`

2007-04-21T10:45:00.000-07:00

I wish you joy.
And happiness.
But above all this, I wish you love.

This isn't real.

Ning Wedding + DOC

2007-04-20T09:15:00.000-07:00

My cousin Ning's wedding.
Congratulations.
First of the EC ladies to settle down.
I wish you the best.

EC photos will be uploaded soon enough!

Aqilah, Anna, Mas, Aisyah.
They're, what, 14 and taller than me.
It proves I'm short.

Sneak Peak of DOTC - Design Orientation Training Camp

Idil laughing at a video we took earlier.
Eunice holding the phone.
And Mas in deep thought.

Clockwise from left: Idil, Sarah, Azie, Marc, Hakim, Cheryl, Eileen, Syafiq, Shak, Mas.
Middle: Jo & Abu

Sneak Freaking Peak of DOC - Design Orientation Camp

Japanese Chick and Jamaican Terrorist
(Hakim & Mas)

Japanese Chick going, "Hi, sexy! That's hot!"

Being silly, borrowed a Freshman's spectacles.
I do admit I look freaky.

Unfortunately Japanese Chick hadn't evolved.
Clockwise from left: Abu, Jo, Shak, Marc, Mas & Syafrin.
Abu is El Zorro-O.

If only the world knew about the adventures (or misadventures) of El Zorro-O, Jamaican Terrorist and Japanese Chick.

It would be a best-seller.
Well, alright; I'd be happy if the book was even sold in the first place.

El Zorro-O: *Shouts* Are you in distress?!?! *Draws a 'Z' in midair* Zorro!
Jamaican Terrorist: *Deep husky sexy throaty voice* Heyyyy bebeh.
Japanese Chick: *High pitched, Paris Hilton-like* Hi, sexy. That's hot!

I think the Regatta was the most fun I'd had during the whole of camp.
Haha.

To the freshman, welcome to TP Design School!
It's where your adventures and misadventures begin!

Credits to friends.
(I hope you'll feel better soon, Marc.)

LOVE!

-merce`

About me?

2007-04-14T00:09:00.000-07:00

I checked out Aisyah's blog and found something interesting.
I don't know if this screams "Masturah!" but maybe you'd help me understand myself.
Anyone to enlighten me?
Here goes...

Everyone feels despondent at times and you are no exception. You are feeling so depressed because it seems that everything that could go wrong has gone wrong and you don't quite know which way to turn. So like the proverbial ostrich you are trying to bury your head in the sand. But that won't work - you have to face reality.

You enjoy taking part in anything that may constitute fun and excitement. You need to be stimulated and need to feel that 'Life is worth living' and you are awaiting that stimulation and you don't particularly care where it comes from!

You are a rather inhibited sort of person. This could be the result of your upbringing or of your schooling, whatever. You are able to obtain satisfaction from various forms of physical or emotional activity but all in all you are inclined to be emotionally withdrawn. As a consequence of this you find it difficult to sustain any deep involvement.

You are experiencing more than your fair share of stress following an acute disappointment. This may be the result of subconscious conflict between hope and necessity. The tension that you are experiencing following your unfulfilled hopes have given rise to anxious uncertainty. You have no doubt that things could get better in the future and so you refuse to make the necessary essential decisions. This conflict between hope and necessity is creating considerable pressure. Instead of resolving this by facing up to making the essential decisions, you are likely to vacillate and concern yourself with trivialities of little consequence.

At this time you don't particularly like yourself. Everything that you have tried to do seems to have gone wrong. This makes you feel that there is no point in trying to start again. Apart from being stressed and tense, you are angry with yourself and have unadmitted self-contempt. Your refusal to admit that you and you alone is the basic cause of your problems leads to you adopting a headstrong and defiant attitude. If you take stock of yourself, smile a little and let go, everything will turn out OK. Have you not heard of the cliche 'smile and the world smiles with you - cry and you cry alone!'?

-merce`

Stressed.

2007-04-10T11:40:00.000-07:00

Okay, let's not be in denial.
Let's face it.
I'm stressed.
Completely zonked.

Elements of Multimedia is killing me, abso-fuckin'-lutely killing me.
There are so many things I can do, I know, but time constrain is sucky.
Plus I know he expects a lot from us.
And the fact that we're already in Year 2 scares me shitless; we can't do nuts.
Well, I can't do nuts, anyway.

I'm going crazy, I swear.
After half-way going mentally unstable illustrating hands on Freehand MX...

Go there.

Or I'll strangle you till you turn purple.

When I had presented to day, I know I did not handle (no pun intended) it well.
Also, Ben (lecturer) said that I should use real hands instead of illustrated ones.
My jaw drop, my knees buckles, my eyes rolled to back to its sockets looking for my brain, and I shrivelled, drop to my knees and finally died.
All this mentally of course.
Of course it didn't take me long to finish those hands.
It just took - oh, I don't know *hand flings* - the weekend.

So, I'm just going to shoot some hand photos tomorrow, then up load it, then photoshop it, and then do the lighting, and then execute it.

whatthefuckmotherfuckingcrapi'mmafuckingdie,fuck.

*Smiles*
Sounds simple enough.

-merce`

I need to shout, what if I told him
I need to motherfucking scream?
I don't know where I can vent
I want to motherfucking make a dent.

My Weight.

2007-04-08T09:33:00.000-07:00

Omigosh, omigosh!
The weighing scale was so tempting me to get on it; and so I did.

The result saddened me.
And I took a photo of my weighing scale!

SEE?!
I'm heavier than heavy!
I'm over the red line!
*Runs around screaming with hand in my hair*
Hey, if I run around like this everyday (besides possible hair loss) I might lose weight!

I might just do that...

-merce`

genki sushi and Maricans.

2007-04-05T12:07:00.000-07:00

I think having bangs have given me minor irritation.
When I look up, I see things blocking my view.
Little did I know it's my very own hair.

And, I always do my hair, and then put on make-up.
Now, I kind of need to change my routine and do it the other way around because once I've styled my hair (bangs down, mind you) I have to get it out of the way for the make up to take place!
And oh my God, I get so frustrated.
Plus Himself doesn't like it much.
Okay, Himself doesn't like it a lot a lot.
He says I look about fourteen.
Hopefully he doesn't get arrested on grounds of paedophilic actions.

Anyway, I came home today greeted by the smell of barbeque, Canadian Pizza, my family and the Maricans.
We had quite a serious discussion about Minchamps/ Empower U and what our plan was.
However where the Maricans are concerned, laughter is essential.
They left us with chuckles, serious impending thoughts and a full stomach.
Well, we gave them the full stomach.

Oh, I had dinner with my cousin Alexis and my sister Maisarah yesterday.
We had sushi, Genki sushi!

I don't understand how every customer is welcomed by this Angry Man.
I came in and made this angry face, but cackled with laughter.
Maisarah told Benny (our waiter) that he had a "very nice name", and we pushed for a discount.
And whoo! It became Koko Krunch!
Benny, our kind-hearted waiter actually did give us discount.
And a lot, too, I think.
Then we bugged the manager to snap a few photos for us, so pictures will be up soon!

-merce`

Haircut!

2007-04-03T08:37:00.000-07:00

I finally got a haircut.
I'm happy that I got to cut my hair!
I'm not sure about the resolution.
End product.

Here are some examples of the reactions I got.

Shak: *Mouth opens and closes without a sound*
Biskot: What the fuck?!
Ben (Lecturer): *Surprised look* And then asked if I cut my hair. (?!)
Darryl: What happened to your hair?!
Azie: Laugh and laugh and laugh.
Eunice: So cuuuuute.
Shirley: Eh. New hairstyle ah.
Marc: (Was too occupied to notice)
Jo: Omigod Mas! (No, Jo. I'm not blasphemy.) So cute! And then laugh laugh laugh.

Himself: Two words. Chucky's bride.
Me: You mean you don't like it?
Himself: Well, do you want an honest honest opinion, or...?
I'm not sure what happened after that, or what he said, I switched on autopilot.

What's done is done.
And I'm feeling good.

-merce`

DOTC/2007

2007-03-25T23:34:00.000-07:00

3 days 2 nights at DOTC (Design Orientation Training Camp) as a GL (Group Leader).
As the name of the camp suggest, I'll be a GL at DOC (Design Orientation Camp).
I hope the Freshman love me. Or like, at the very least.
As of today, I am a Junior!

So, this is camp!

This is our Head GL, Eileen.
And this is when Moses, our Director of Design School is talking.
The poor woman.

And these are the Silly Billy(s) of the bunch.
And the headgear got Shak in trouble cause I was pulling at it.

And this one!
When we were all lining up and stuff.
What's that called? The way soldiers do.
He took my phone and made his face wallpaper.
*Smacks forehead*
And I didn't find out till lunch, when I phoned Himself.

This is Jo, showing her off her middle finger.
At the back is sleepyhead Eileen. Forever sleeping.
And in white is our Blurry Sarah.
And whoever the Hell else.

Jo the sleeping rockstar.
Eileen with hand over her eyes.
Azie being super duper annoying.
(This is the only time Azie is in pictures because she's forever on the phone or SMS-ing.)
And there's someone else's butt.

Finally, my annoying self.
And Sarah, forever pretty, even though unshowered.
And Jo, O Scary One.

That's about it!

-merce`

A mouse!

2007-03-18T06:35:00.000-07:00

My brother Syaiful bought me a mouse!
Awwh.
No, it doesn't squeak.
I was brewing instant noodles in the kitchen.
When, actually, the house was overflowing with food.
I just felt like a good bowl of Maggi.
Curry flavoured, a halfcooked egg in it, with three chilli padis.
Anyway, that's not the point.

While I was cooking this simple yet extremely tasty dish, he took the pot from me and told me to turn my palms upwards as though in prayer.
Then he scrutinized my palms.
I didn't know my brother was a palm reader! I wonder if he reads tea leaves as well!
Then he said, "I was just checking to see if the mouse will be too big for your hands."
Then turned and walked away.
Few seconds after he departed I had a fit of private laughter.
So cute.

Oh, and thanks for the non-squeaky mouse.
ily, eful!

<3;>
merce`

9 months

2007-03-10T08:31:00.000-08:00

I am so happy.
Happy because I soaked my feet in ice water and almost 'gasmed.
Almost, but not quite.
Oh, and of course, happy because I just came home from meeting Himself.
Lovely!

I can't - er, can believe that it's been nine months.
Woohoo!
I was really feeling my outfit today.
Okay, I always feel my outfit, if I didn't I wouldn't wear the ensemble.

Oh, and I don't understand why men (ahem, you know who you are) can't be all cute and cuddly or manja).
The world isn't going to cave in and you don't need your manly powers (yet) to save me.
Until that happens, I demand that you be cute and cuddly.
Um...
Pleeease?

I can't believe I'm so happy.
Haha.
Depression was kicking in yesterday.
Okay, bad choice of word; I was emotional.

Pictures were taken today, yes.
But my laptop and handphone have disagreements I can't seem to comprehend.

Himself got me a bag.
(:
So sweet.
What's the occasion?
Only kidding...
Happy nine months!

-merce`

2007-02-26T07:10:00.000-08:00

I think I'm lost.
Could someone take me to Eddy please?

-merce`

Aisyah.

2007-02-16T10:54:00.000-08:00

Things have not been fine and peachy.
It has not even been close.

There was a girl whom I knew way back in Primary School.
Her name was Aisyah.
We were tight when we were 11 and 12, then got separated to two different secondary schools.
Nevertheless, we kept in contact, meet up not that often, but we were tight.
Things turned out rough for her, I guess.
And I didn't notice.
Well, I didn't notice what was wrong, but I knew something was.
I wasn't a good enough investigator to know what.
As quickly as her tempers escalated, it faded.
I thought things were better, but I guess I thought wrong.

She disappeared.
From her friends who aren't at the same school currently.
No reply to SMSes, phonecalls, answering machine messages.
Whatever it took.
Then I stopped, not because I gave up, but if she were hiding from everyone then I guess I've no right to intrude.
Until I found her blog address from a mutual friend.

I thought after more than 11 years of knowing each other, she would know when it's a joke and when it's business.

Mas tagged: Bodoh punye girl. Make me angry oni. Well, yes, word of the bloody day. I'M SEETHING. btch. >.<
(The word of the day, seething, was from her blog. and btch was part of her blog address. And, well, the stupid >.< face was just to give a little "ha-ha" touch. I guess it didn't touch enough.)

Aisyah blogged: Fuck la. And now you Mas getting on my nerves. I'm really sorry but you picked the fucking wrong day and time to express your discontentment with me. I don't quite know what the fuck you're angry about besides the fact that I've strayed far, far away from you. Ok fine. I suppose you have a reason to be a little pissed, but seething? Isn't that far-fetched? I've got my reasons and antagonising me in such a manner isn't gonna get you the best response you know. See you already pissed me off with such inconsiderate comments.

Really funny that you've decided to call me a bitch. Never thought you'd ever resort to calling me one so I suppose you've drawn the line.. just try not to expect a positive vibe from me anytime soon.

But ok I know you probably tried but really. I really don't want to deal with any of this shit for the moment. I have so much to fucking do and think about and I don't have all the fucking time in the world like what you probably have, okay?

Mas tagged: Oh for God's sakes, girl, be that way. I swear my intention was lighthearted. And the btch was from your own blog address. If it pleases you, YES, I WILL mind my own business. And no, you don't owe me an explanation, girl. I never expected one. All my love and best wishes. If I'm flooding your cbox, then delete all. cause there's no other way of contacting you, so here goes. I still miss you, I think we all do. It doesn't mean you have to call me everyday. But I do think that if you ever think of me, drop me a tag. It doesn't have to be personal. A 'Hi' will do. You got yourself a deal. I won't read your blog anymore, till you give me a green light.

So that was my first two and unfortunately / fortunately (depends how you see it) last time I'll ever read her blog again.
And since that is the only way I can ever contact her, I guess that's goodbye for you.

I used to think you were misunderstood, and you might get yourself hurt one way or another. But you've proven otherwise.
You can take care of yourself.

Applause.

May your life be full of joy, Insya Allah.
-merce`

2007-02-13T21:58:00.000-08:00

I spent Valentine's Eve with Himself.
And I gave him a line-drawing on FreeHand MX of pictures of Him and myself with a little message.
It was A3 and I worried it might look odd so I printed it on cartridge paper first.
I asked Von if it looked alright and she said, "I wish my girlfriend was from Design."
I guess that assured me.
So I printed it on gloss paper and had it laminated.
I had to admire it for about 10 minutes (okay, more) before wrapping it.
I wanted to keep the extracopy of it, just for fun.
I mean, I did spend time on it.
So I might as well have a copy, you know.

Heh.
Then at Marina Square (Oh, joy! We walked from Chinatown to Marina Square.) he was looking through my bag and pulled out the badly-printed version of his gift.
Ack! I saved it just in time.

I didn't want him to open it in front of me, but I still wanted to know what he thought of it.
I don't like people opening their presents in front of me.
I feel jitterish.
I mean, what if He didn't like it, you know?
So, I told him to call me when he wanted to open the package, but I fell into a dead sleep.
Stupid Mas.

But anyway, for someone who doesn't celebrate Valentine's Day, I didn't get the anti-Valentine-ish feeling from Him.

Happy Valentine's, one and all.

-merce`

I'm back, for the time being

2007-02-08T07:42:00.000-08:00

I'm back!
For the time being.
Well, it's not like anyone is begging for more entries.

Which reminds me, I came across something interesting!
Goofy, retarded, but still very, very, humourous.
Let's cut to the chase, okay?
http://www.happeepill.com/cartoons/enjetsemut/enjet.htm is the link.
I think it's the cutest 2-D animation ever!
Okay, not the best (the best would probably come from me in some years to come), but it came close enough.
But that's in Malay, so for those who don't speak/ read Malay, just go to happeepill.com; I think his/thei other entries are pretty awesome as well.
And no, Evil Bunny (the author) is not paying me big bucks to publish the site on my blog, I'm just doing this on my own free will.
I think it's good, and I'm sharing my opinion.

In time to come, who knows!
Maybe Evil Bunny will be promoting my (and a couple of idiots I love) website!

Hahaha.
Until that really does happen, we'll anxiously wait for more of Evil Bunny's cartoons!

Hopefully I'll update soon!
School has been pretty crazy.
I was on medication, and I couldn't even manage to walk a straight line.
Geez.
Good luck to me.

<3,
merce`

Singing

2007-01-21T01:05:00.000-08:00

I was singing in the midst of a cold, cold shower and I suddenly wanted to blog.
So here I am, after gone for so long.
I hadn't been myself lately, and I feel so strange.
I haven't been a major bitch, but neither have I been my bubbly self.
But I tried.

Anyway, I've missed my cousins.
The whole gang, actually.
I owe them a new poster, the old one just looks Paint-ish.
Okay, so I did use Paint.
But now that I've had a crashcourse on Freehand MX, Adobe Photoshop/ Illustrator, I might as well put it to use.
Besides, it would help me with the practice.
But that's not on the top list of my priority.

I've got so much on my mind I don't know what to pounce on first.
Simba's been sick, that much everyone knows.
Schoolwork has been crazy. Khengli and Ronald hadn't cut us some slack.
There's more to it, but I think I'll leave it at that.

I've been in and out of youtube.com and I love how these girls (and some guys, I guess. But I mostly watch the female singers) put up their videos, singing and strumming, singing and on the piano, or just singing, per se.
It's major, I think.
I would if I could.
But then again the judging...
I might not handle it.
Not now, anyway.
No, I'm not gonna be ridiculous and say I want to have a career in singing.
That dream ended when I was eight, perhaps.
If I really wanted to fulfill that dream, I wouldn't exactly be in Polytechnic right now, would I?
I just like to sing, and I want to sing, and that's it.
Just for the Hell of it.

And as for obstacles...
I'm up for it.

-merce`

eddy. love.

2007-01-07T10:10:00.000-08:00

I love you.
I really do.

That much I can say.

-merce`

Too late.
Heartbreak.
Tell me what you think is going on?

New Hairstyle.

2007-01-06T09:21:00.002-08:00

As of 2007, I want to have a new hairstyle.
I just see myself and go, "..."
I'm boring, that's what.

So after taking photos at Serangoon Rd for Digital Photography assignment, I went to grab Himself and go to cut his hair at Kimage, Funan IT Mall (strange place for a haircut).
Anyway, I was complaining about my disinteresting look so he suggested I get my hair coloured.
So, well, okay...
And I said I wanted to have a haircut/ shave.

So Himself picked the colour.
And I don't remember what it was, but it didn't turn out good.
It came out a mixture of red/ gold/ black.
Uneven, and seriously annoying to the eyes.
Well, my eyes, anyway.

And that's that.

Himself wasn't at all happy about it either, so he arranged for the stylist to re-do my hair tomorrow.
My only worry is that when he bleaches and re-dyes my hair...
I might just go bald.
Or...
I might hate the new colour even worse.
Ack!

Anyway, I wasn't kidding about shaving part of my hair, and Himself said, no.
He said I'd look abnormal.
Uh-huhhh.
When he was the one who said (and the rest my schoolmates) that I wasn't strange enough to be a designer.
That just broke my heart.
Anyway, when I really really really want to have a not-that-drastic change, I get turned down.

No, I'm not doing this to "fit in".
I'm doing this cause I've never done it before, cause I think my hair is boring.
And besides, if Himself (or me) doesn't like it, I'll just let my hair down.
I'm shaving the back of my head.
Not the front of it, jeez.

Lighten up.

*Sigh*
Yes, I really do want this.

-merce`

BBQ - 29December2006

2006-12-31T02:04:00.000-08:00

I kind of spent half two thirds of my money already.
And it's only been a week.
It means, I've to live on a hundred bucks for three weeks.
Time to save every cent.

Anyway, the barbecue was a success.
My friends came, *Phew* so my money wasn't wasted.
*Grins*
And we underestimated the number of people who would come.
No one RSVP-ed, but came anyway.
So, food and drinks weren't enough.

I spent the night there, against my brothers' wishes, I think.
I didn't get yelled at, but it was probably because I was with my cousins.
Besides, Mahathir and Syaiful came, and inspected.
I think that was their intention anyway.
*Sticks out tongue to the both of them*
I've been fairly good.

Anyway, it would be silly to have a barbecue, invite everyone and not stay for the night, right?
And we had to clean up.

Himself came, and when Mahathir, Aqim And Shafiee came, they sat with him.
*Eyes wide, heart stopped*
Mahathir left, Syaiful came.
Still.
There.
Talking.

Oh well.
Then I was barbecuing with Abadi, that.
Stupid boy.

Oh! In the midst of worrying about the lack of food, Sri and Lala (or so I've heard) went to the next empty barbecue pit and took their food.
And when they came back from cycling in the morning, they looked pissed.

Oh.
And there were drinks.
Ani came with 5 bottles?
I don't know.

I stuck to my Green Tea (yes, the whole 1.5 litres of it).
I actually brought it home with me.
I guess I got affectionate with it.
*Cackles with laughter*

There are pictures, yes.
But there are more coming.
These are from Himself's handphone.
The rest are in Has' camera.

Packing at 6am, ready to go home.

Introducing, my cooler! That's how I keep cool o_O

*Hearts* Himself.

Silly picture.

EC ladies with Yani (in green).

EC ladies. Farah, Eezan, Lala, Shaz, Has, Mas.
Spoiler; where was Sri? Now I need to Photoshop her in here.
My love.

Abd' Abd' Abd'.
Uhhh.
That's all folks!
*Plays Looney Tunes song in the background*
More pictures to come!

-merce`

Christmas.

2006-12-26T07:56:00.000-08:00

So I don't celebrate Christmas.
But, the holiday season is just fantastic.
Himself has been such a darling.
I'm falling deeper and deeper in love with him.
Six months and counting, and that's that.

So, Merry Christmas to one and all.

I watched the Ben Stiller movie.
Knight at the Museum, was it?
Anyway, it's a good movie.
It's real funny.
I give it a 7/10 rating.
Vivo City's Golden Village cinema has so much leg space.

It's only been three days since my parents have gone to Haj.
And I used more than a sixth of my money.
And I've a month to go!
Help!!! ):

I need to lock myself in my room for at least a week.
Then I won't spend.
Right?

-merce`

Sri birthday.

2006-12-20T11:58:00.000-08:00

it's Sri's birthday.
Eezan, Lala, Has, Himself and i conference-called Sri to wish her a happy birthday.
and she cried.
well, not for our sakes, but because Dino texted her to wish her.
ah, lovely.

anyway, i am so PMS-ing today.
the sharp cramps just hit me when i typed that line.
it must be warning me to shut up. (there it goes again!)
anyway, i was really high (happy high) at Sahara, where we celebrated her birthday.
and then i got the really pissed kind-of-feeling on the way home.
and then i dissolved into tears at home.
and now i'm just not quite feeling anything. (except for these bleeding cramps)

well, pictures for free, pictures for every one!

Ning, Eezan, Lala, Sri, Farah, Mas. <3>

After having chocolate cake (I think?), cleaning those (not so) pearly whites.

*Makes kissy noises*

Kisses for the birthday girl.

Lala Sri Farah Mas

Ooh. Helloooo beautifuls.

Some of Farah's white face disappeared.
Oopsie.

Himself was there, too.
so was Izzat and his cousin Ridhwan.
(excuse the spellings.)

pictures with Himself, too.
but my phone is giving me problems so i can't upload them.
not today, anyway.
and Himself is being such a darling today.
about my PMS.
i love the fella.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot. [how about both?]
Who calls you back when you hang up on him. [riiiight.]
Who will just stay awake just to watch you sleep. [maybe, i don't know. i'd be asleep, right?!]
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead. [he does, he does! my Daddy used to, too.]
Who wants to show you off in the world when you are in your sweats. [well, i wouldn't meet him in sweats.]
Who holds your hands in front of his friends. [haven't seen 'em.]
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. [got him!]
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "... That's her." [i wish. i really do.]

alright, dream on, now, darling.
if what you have isn't good enough then i don't know what "good enough" means.
i swear i've never had such sharp painful cramps.
i had to bite the pillowcase to keep from screaming.
or crying.
or going out there to kill the man who cam up with the word "cramps".
not as bad as when i passed out in school because of cramps.
so lucky i didn't ruin the 1x1m painting i was working on.
stupid, stupid monthlies.

-merce`