From an Email

Right now at this very minute-----------


someone
is very proud of you

someone
is thinking of you

someone
cares about you

someone
misses you

someone
wants to talk to you

someone
wants to be with you

someone
hopes you aren't in trouble

someone
is thankful for the support you have
provided

someone
wants to hold your hand

someone
hopes everything turns out all right

someone
wants you to be happy

someone
wants you to find them

someone
is celebrating your successes

someone
wants to give you a gift

someone
think you ARE a gift

someone
hopes you are not too cold, or too hot

someone
wants to hug you

someone
loves you

someone
wants to lavish you with small gifts

someone
admires your strength

someone
is thinking of you and smiling

someone
wants to be your shoulder to cry on

someone
wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun

someone
thinks the world of you

someone
wants to protect you

someone
would do anything for you

someone
wants to be forgiven

someone
is grateful for your forgiveness

someone
wants to laugh with you about old times

someone
remembers you and wishes you were there

someone
needs to know that your love is unconditional

somebody
values your advice

someone
wants to tell you how much they care

someone
wants to stay up watching old movies with
you

someone
wants to share their dreams with you

someone
wants to hold you in their arms

someone
wants YOU to hold them in your arms

someone
treasures your spirit

someone
wishes they could STOP time because of
you

someone
can't wait to see you

someone
wishes that things didn't have to change

someone
loves you for who you are

someone
loves the way you make them feel

someone
wants to be with you

someone
hears a song that reminds them of you

someone
wants you to know they are there for you

someone
is glad that you're their friend

someone
wants to be your friend

someone
stayed up all night thinking about you

someone
is alive because of you

someone
is wishing that you would notice them

someone
wants to get to know you better

someone
believes that you are their soul mate

someone
wants to be near you

someone
misses your guidance and advice

someone
values your guidance and advice

someone
has faith in you

someone
trusts you

someone
needs your support

someone
needs you to have faith in them

someone
needs you to let them be your friend

someone
will cry when they read this


Which one am I to you? Drop me a note, just curious.

After Lots of Animals... Finally

Shopping/window shopping in Pavilion is both orgasmic and painful. Not unlike sex for the first time; not that I've experienced that, just read. The shops are so absolutely beautifully packed with drool-worthy outfits worthy of crying with joy, or pain. The joy part is pretty obvious, but pain? Pain I say, because simpletons such as myself could never afford it. And I shall not gush over them, whine, or ever so much as mention them at home in fear of my father overhearing; he has a compulsive habit to buy me everything, even if he later complains about it. An example? My iPod. Though the latter hasn't happened yet.

The moment captured. Including Hui Ning's lame look. XD

Anyways, the purpose of this expedition was to shop for Amirah's prom dress. You can just hear my eyes glinting. So anyway, I followed my mom to work, met up with Hui Ning at KLCC and we strolled around as the shops opened. Fooled around in Chameleon for a bit. I just love watching her tortured face as I display some horrid hairbands that have an exact, if not close resemblance to the Harajuku style.

Notice the little pink crown? What a princess wannabe. Haha!

Around that time, Amirah finally wakes up in pajamas and bullies Pak Wahid (Mr Driver) into fetching us to Pavilion. XD She going to contemplate my murder for this post anyway, so I've decided to push my luck.

Being there, I have to admit that it was the first time I walked into a high end label with a sense of purpose and direction. And ooh, there was this store which had the most jaw-dropping, head-spinning, chic, classy, glamourous sh*t heaven of a dressing room. I didn't get a picture coz Amirah-la... Walk out so fast. Buffoon. Pffft.

I'm surprised at the lack of SBU-ians there, save one. But we'll get there later.

Candid dressing room shot. She's quite convinced its the dress for her. She feels like a princess in it - so says she =). And it does complement her curves nicely. To Amirah : *nudge* Harris will lurve it! Unless you find something else later la, but he'll still love it, yes?

At Zara, we found the dress. Sure it looks like synthetic curtain on the hangar but with some prodding and pushing, Hui Ning and I managed to get her to try it so we could pick some stuff out too. ;) Ironically, we all tried the same dress, only Mira's was black and Hui Ning and I donned brown. But I lazy to snap coz I think it looks fugly on me.



Perasan-tedness! But she has curves to, my darling.

The most fun places were Topshop and Forever 21. I like lah, the skirts, the jacket... The stuff I tried on. Hope they have pasar malam imitations or something, I'm not picky =)



I'm the only teenager among the aunties. We made so much noise, I'm surprised they didn't throw us out.

Did I mention that Amirah walks into Forever 21, all hyper, says 'I'm definitely going to get something here', but later doesn't try anything, and broods over 3 pendants which she thinks she should buy after we leave the store. Did I also mention that she has about 300 moolah in her purse? Seriously, Amirah and Hui Ning are so fickle. But hey, its good to consider, reconsider, and re-reconsider too; especially if that pendant is priced at RM40+. What a double edged sword.



I want! I like! I love! Too bad short skirts are forever forbidden to me. *whines*

The dress Hui Ning says she'll wear when pregnant

Later embarked on a Starbucks hunting trip and bumped into Aiman on opposite escalators; we're going down, he's going up.

Amirah : Aiman!!
(Aiman turns)
Aiman : Hey! *raises hand*waves*
Muah : Hey Aiman! *jumps*
Aiman : *Continues waving* To Amirah: Hey!; To Hui ning: Hey!; To me: Eh didn't see you!

And so we conclude our journey with an absolutely sinful chocolate ice blended for Amirah and I, and hideous chilled coffee thing for Hui Ning. Poor girl, but I guess that happens. It overlooks the new cinema and we vow to our new gorgeous, overpriced, hangout.

The End.

Be Safe

Edward is gone, he got adopted. And I was so hoping to see him today. Oh well, I hope he has a good home now... Probably being called Rocky again; the name given to him by the Indian lady who dumped him there.

There are so many things running through my mind right now, just imagine standing at the edge of a railway station on the yellow line, trying to catch the details in each window frame that passes. My thoughts are the people, the different details in each window I peer through. But with a gust of wind that sweeps my hair back, and momentarily blinds me, the train had its back turn toward me, getting smaller as it left the tracks of vision. And as the wind tickles my hair one last time, whispering some forgotten farewell, it was gone.

And there is nothing left to write. No story to tell, just a longing. I wish I had jumped on that train instead of watching the doors close between, afraid that you'd push me out. I wish I was brave enough to take the fall. But I'm not.

And you'll never know how much
I cried
I worry everytime you extend your leave in some far off place
I pray for you
I still choke on that stupid word, which I can't say, even here.
I need to tell you
Because I never will grow the balls to tell you.

It Stinked, And It Rocked

The building was ancient and crumbling, the whole place stunk of a putrid odour, and there was sound pollution. It rocked =D. Did my first stint at SPCA as a volunteer today. It was as hard as I imagined, lots of hard work. But it was all worth it. Some dogs were vicious creatures not worth glancing at because they're evil and they bark. But you do grow attached to some.

Like Andy, he prefers cats to dogs but still he favoured a certain unchristined puppy. Unfortunately, it got adopted today. The family dumped one black puppy, and took that one. The look on his face was purely dumbfounded with a hint of anger and frustration. We suspect that that family had a litter too big for them to handle, so they gave two away. Now they came back with the third. And took another in its place! grr

I love Edward. He's 'my' dog now. =)

* * *

There was more to this post before this window kaput-ed on me yesterday, but to keep peace, I've decided not to retype this part.

Let sleeping dogs lie. Lol.

My two most favourite material objects in one masterpiece. *sigh*

Everything Tastes Like Puke

My camera is back from the ER. So I shall celebrate with a grim event, as of below.



Pretty tablets, no? haha. After the first round I initially got sicker. But I suppose it could only get worse before it gets better. Currently moping around the house, doing nothing, eating just as much. Which, if you know me, is very, VERY rare for a food enthusiast such as myself.

Everything tastes like puke. And if Ken or Abi doesn't call me tonight I'll sue them. Ken especially. I hope to hear wonderful stories and rants about camp. =D

Fingerprints of God

Take a look at these words. If you place the first letter at the end, and read it backwards... You still end up with the same word!

Banana

Dresser

Grammar

Potato

Revive

Uneven

Assess

* * *

I can see the tears filling your eyes
And I know where they're coming from
They're coming from a heart thats broken in two
By what you don't see

The person in the mirror
Doesn't look like the magazine
Oh but when I look at you its clear to me that

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God

Never has there been and never again
Will there be another you
Fashioned by God's hand
And perfectly planned
To be just who you are
And what he's been creating
Since the first beat of your heart
Is a living breathing priceless work of art and

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God

Just look at you
You're a wonder in the making
Oh and God's not through

No!
In fact hes just getting started and...

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God

Fingerprints of God, Steven Curtis Chapman

A Baby at Home

Eh, eh... I have something I wanna show you guys!



But before that...

I dreamt of Nick last night. You know, most dreams can't be remembered when you wake up. Trying to recall them is like trying to hold water in cupped hands while peeing. It spills, until there's nothing left to remember.

Well, this ain't one of them.

It was bedtime for some sort of school trip (to Australia, I presume, since Nick doesn't exist anywhere else XD). And for some particular reason, Andy was there. In reality I avoid going on extended trips with that boy like a plague. His 'I'm not happy with this' mood makes me want to slap him with a smelly tuna fish.

4 Alpha, illegal occupants, and Aussies

Anyway, we were um... Going to sleep. I think it was on the floor, with sleeping bags and all. (Hey, nobody said my dreams made much sense)
Well, he walked past me with one of his buddies and said
'Hey Aileen.'
Not much significance, except that I've never heard his voice before. And until then I was quite sure that my imagination wasn't quite as good as I liked it to be. Guess I was wrong.

Batu Seremban education XD. Over there I only really knew two people. The guy over there is Nick (no, not the one in my dream), and beside him is his girlfriend, Jess. Speaking of which, this Nick likes green tea o.O Like, crazy like.

I can't even remember the voices of some of the Sexylicious with such clarity. Ken being an exception because he calls me once in a while - to brag, and be bragged at. haha!

But the point being... I can't even recall the voices of my Malaysian friends who I speak to every so often. So how in the world did I fabricate something I've never heard... A continent away?! Makes no sense, nonsensical.

Ah, thats him. The guy to my right. Honestly, I didn't even notice him. =X

Don't get me wrong though, when the Australians came, I wasn't one of their crazed fans that all but drooled over them with puppy eyes. Jakoons they are. I figured they preferred to be treated like people instead of an exotic figurine. *sighs dramatically*

Just minutes before the Aussies visited the library. Can't remember why, but I was angry at something we were discussing, and was caught throwing something, somewhere. Huey Shan's shot. Haha

* * *

And now, finally, is the thing I wanted to show you guys!






Isn't this the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? Thy shalt shed tears of reverence and absolute joy upon this heavenly being. =P Admit it, it IS the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. And its mine, all mine!

Now I know what you're thinking, 'Shit, she must be so pampered damn it.' Well hear this, I've never had A mp3 player in my life! Until the fateful Tuesday on the year I turned 16. =D






Well, here are a few things to look out for.
1. The new cover flow is awesome and a delight to scroll. However, too many songs and some users complain of a slight lag in its fluidity. However, its nothing much.

2. The screen is slightly tilted. The left side is slightly lower than the right, but only if you look VERY closely. This is quite general too, and performance is not affected.

3. Don't operate the thing too fast. With more than 200 songs, there will be a slight hiccup to the interchanging interfaces. Lol. XD

4. Audiophiles will find the earphones that come with the nano inadequate. Personally, it sounds fine to me, but if you're into music quality, I suggest getting a new pair of earphones.

5. The earphone port and the connecting port on the nano is too close together. So the earphones have to be plugged out before inserting the connecting cable. Hopefully, it doesn't wear out.

Aside from all the above, the iPod Nano 3rd Gen is still a beauty to behold. And user friendly ;)

Oh, the 4 gig version is RM 613 (if I'm not mistaken) and only comes in white. I recommend the 8 gig one, which costs RM 829 and comes in black, white, blue, and green. Product(RED) needs to be specially ordered.






Thats all for now, I hope you enjoyed this insane rant, and awesome commentary today.

Cheers!

Sauna and Why Women Cry

Anyone who has not been to a sauna should take some time off to try. I did, today. The experience is... uh, hot. I thought I stepped into a furnace. Visibility was terrible, and it was so hot I couldn't BREATHE. Luckily it was only my mom and I in there. The towel was glued to the bottom half of my face, supported by my hands. And I just stood in the middle of the confined space, feeling slightly claustrophobic, and looking (I bet) constipated.

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, 'Why are you crying?' 'Because I'm a woman,' she told him.

'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, 'And you never will.'

Later the little boy asked his father, 'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?'

'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, 'God, why do women cry so easily?'

God said:

'When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry he! r husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.'

'You see my son,' said God, 'the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.'

Please send this to five beautiful women you know today. You will boost another woman's self-esteem! Send it to every man, so he can understand!

I Want To Retire

Going to school for marks is the bottom most priority in my life now. Cause after exams, I'm no less busy. As always. These days I'm just filled with tension, so much to do, and when I do, it don't always go right.

I'm sick of shouting till my voice rasps but nobody LISTENS. And why in the first place, do I have to be the one to tell you guys what to do? If you see me bending down and cleaning, just help me. Even after a healthy dose of sarcasm which nobody seems to understand, you stand around, and then you walk away. I don't deserve this shit. After all the planning, just so YOU could have fun. Don't you know when to stop?! Never again, that game. NEVER. I went home and literally lay lifeless on my bed for a full hour without the will or strength to pull myself up. Not after all the running around I've been doing all day...

But I'm not one to hold long grudges or anger. So I woke up on the right side of the bed thinking 'Nah, maybe I won't shout at them today.' But you guys just had to ruin it for me again. Not one of you is going to the November camp. What kind of idiot will I look like, huh? So I just HAVE to mention one name.

Shukran. I was this *brings thumb and index together* close to actually hitting him with that thick newspaper stick that just happened to be there. Oh God, shouldn't have typed that, the itch to hit something (or someONE) is killing me. KYC-ers, you'd be mad too, if you had a bad day, and heard this :-

Ass : So, how much is it?
Me : 180
Ass : *gasp* so expensive...
Me : No la, its pretty cheap for 3 days 2 nights
Ass : Oh then.. Yerh, so cheapskate.

Okay it doesn't sound so impressive here. Probably the result of mounting resentment that was stored away in the corner for so long. Oh, my rebuttal was 'You'd better watch your mouth. One day, its gonna get you into trouble.'

And he'd better count his ball gods for my patience. I only blew after he left, but I bet they all heard it. It just happened, the stick was in my hand, which was about a meter and a half way, in a fraction of a second, it made contact with the counter. All in one swift movement. And it hit real hard. I forgot how strong I could be ><... Thank goodness there was only one witness, and she understands.

Unfortunately, thats part of the tension. But I guess my ranting is boring enough.


Amanda can't run no more! Some bone injury from over exercising... She could have run around the world - twice. Stay strong girl.

Oh Zen, I can't post it. It's in PDF form and it's super long. Sorry!




Oh, my camera rosak, so no pics, not for a pretty long time ><