pink plastic rings and squeaky rubber dolls

my birthday is a week away but i already have received gifts from people. so nice of them to remember it with the festives coming up and all.
yesterday, D popped by the house with his cousin S presented me with a huge box with a purple ribbon.
TURNS OUT TO BE THE NEW OKTOMAT!! yay! and not only that (there's more) i also received a blue black corduroy journal, a packet of scrapbook-making material, a squeaky pink rubber baby ( how kinky can you get?), a black and white felt pussy cat (kinkier!), and a colouring book that says 'mature content: 18 and above only' (damn you're kinky!).

by this time i was already half expecting to find multi-coloured flavoured condoms or something. there was none. thank god.

before you come to the conclusion that we probably are all about sex..he also popped inside the box nineteen (nineteen!) flavoured candy sticks. yum. and (there's more?) my favourite surprise was the lucky dip brown bag which inside i found very very tacky stuff, so tacky that they were cool. those lame pencil with patterns on them which we used back in the mid-eighties, a piece of the old maid card (ew!), a blue duck soap on a stick, a pink plastic glittering ruler and my favourite - a really tacky pink shiny rose-shaped ring! awesome.

you're probably wondering how tacky rings and kinky stuff could make me so happy. well i love surprises and this one took me completely off guard. instead of buying me another bottle of perfume or another guess? watch, he actually bothered to think about what would be something totally different for this birthday. and thank god for that.



now i just cant wait to try out my new oktomat. i think he just introduced me to a new hobby. cant wait. cant wait. *sigh* i maybe getting old but i still love you as much sweetie!!!!

im off to the shops to buy rolls of films.

congratulations luqman..!

a day of good news, positive vibes and happy faces.
baby brother did us all proud by scoring the perfect 5 a's for his UPSR examination. being the notoriously bad boy of the school, he surprised most of the teachers and parents.
well, i had predicted that he would fair well in the exams. after all mummy spends two hundred a month for a private school as well as another six hundred for four different personal tutors. crazy.
more reasons why a baby in the near future is not happening for me.
i think i takes a million bucks to raise a kid right until he earns his own living. i really do. well, unless you dont live in the urban area.. i mean, i'm sure growing up in tanjung malim, segamat or where-the-hell wont cost that much..eh? sorry. dont mean to bitch.

few more days to fast and then its all new clothes and new shoes..can't wait.

selamat hari raya, maaf zahir batin

wishing all my friends and foes SELAMAT HARI RAYA, MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN. im beginning to grasp the concept of forgive and forget. i admit that i have my flaws and most of it being a person who is not able to let go and forget.
im trying and im trying. D, keeps telling me not to hold grudges and open my heart and i promise you that i will try.
whatever ill feelings i have towards you i will not keep. if i cant seem to forget, i keep it in the hidden place in my heart and try and not let it resurface.

sorry for not being the ultimate friend, sister, daughter, and girlfriend. im struggling to be that better person.

take care and i wish everybody well.

MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN.

she gets carrie fever..

ok. you just have to tell me if you think im sad. ive been watching 12 back-to-back episodes of sex in the city. the equivalent of 6 hours supposedly productive time gone to waste by indulging in some sort of mind numbing activity. i prefer to think of it as consultation hours for sex and fashion. right.
im so into the series that im starting to belive that its all real. yesterday though, carrie gave me sort of an unpleasant surprise. i was glued, going through season four when i suddenly noticed carrie adorning a necklace with the arabic inscription 'ALLAH'! my sister confirmed. *sigh* how now brown cow?
apart from that astonishing discovery, i have to say that if there is one person's wardrobe i could raid there'll be no prizes in guessing who itll be. she has like the most fabulous clothes and accessories. and her collection of shoes? man she probably has more manolos and choos than my whole household put together. and that one bedroom aprtment? that is too die for. have you ever seen anything like that? a one bedroom apartment furnished with peeling furniture and antique dresser with a view that leads to the rest of the world. holy shit! id like one of those..





a terrific wardrobe, tonnes of choos, fabulous friends, wicked sex-life and an amazing career. tell me, do those stuff only happen on tv?

ok. im done. just finished downloading another episode.

who needs a wife when you have a life?

am suffering from deprivation of sleep due to unhealthy habit of late, late nights and addiction to the final episodes of sex and the city. bad.
all i ever did this weekend was download all the episodes and sit and wait and sit and wait and sit and wait....
for those junkies of carrie bradshaw just like me, let me spoil the fun for you..in the season finale carrie ends up with BIG! shame.i always thought aidan was waaay sexier and treated carrie better than big did.



oh, dear! is this what TV does to you? turn your brain to complete mush till you cant even think of anything else to blog about rather than that! im sad aint i?
late, late night meant late, late morning and in my case evening. i woke up at almost 4. imagine that!
anyways, as much as i really hate to admit it, ive been listening to this new track by avril lavigne. its called nobody's home and has this raw edgy feel that i really fancy. im gonna enjoy listening to it before hitz.fm starts playing it to death.

cheers!