Padan Muka Aku

went out with bestie, eja, on sat. had brunch at banquet. ate chicken chop. talk talk. and off we went to the movies to watch nite at the museum 2! damn hilarious! kept laughing till my jaws hurt. hahaha. and the fact that i haven't been to the movies for quite a while, it's worth my every cent. 2 thumbs up! after that, both of us decided to walk around arab street. u noe like, it's sat nite/no sch or work tmr/'cuci mata' kinda thing. lol. felt hungry and grab a bite at zam zam. i felt like eating chicken murtabak so i bought one. damn huge lah can! so i only ate half of it and the other half 'tapau' back home. eja and i walked down the street to find the place where she used to sheesha with her frends. i thought, hmm, maybe i wanna try sheesha-ing. well, there's always a first time to everything. found the place and so i said okey, let's sheesha! but yeah, i've to admit. i was kinda nervous about this. i was like, i'm gonna smoke sheesha? for real? fcuk! wth am i doing? i remembered back in egypt, i was so annoyed by the smoke produced by some egyptians who sheesha-ed next to my table in a posh restaurant. coz of that, i had to move to another table just to get away from that distinct smell. and now here i am sitting down, waiting for that sheesha thing to be served. btw, we ordered rose flavour as recommended by eja. she said it's light. and so when i wanted to have my first smoke, i kept hesitating. but nontheless, i tried. and i coughed. gawd. eventually, i got the hang of it lah. but after sheesh-ing, my throat started to feel uneasy. and damn it, within 2 days, i got a sore throat. kept coughing and all that phlegms. yeah, disgusting huh. lost my voice and rite now, i'm recovering. if i were to take part in any singing competition now, the judges would say my voice suits all those hardcore rock songs. uhuh. padan muka aku.

H for Hope. H for Hurt. H for Hate.

there's nothing wrong with hoping.

but

don't hope too much.

don't set your hopes too high.

for it will be painful,

so so painful

if these hopes come crushing on the ground.

this serves as a reminder

or a lesson,

for those who have experienced the pain.

a lesson being taught

again and again.

sometimes,

you don't realize

how high you have lifted your hopes.

until one day,

when you started to feel that pain,

that unbearable feeling,

piercing your little heart.

only then

will you realize

the problem with hoping too much.

just too much.

painful, huh?

it hurts.

don't you hate that?

So You Think You Are Multi-Lingual?

went home with cheryl, chee wei, alan, kenny, kenneth and wee liang. as usual, talk cock as we walk towards the mrt station. hot topic for today was, "So U Think U R Multi-Lingual?" it all started with chee wei tagging each n everyone of us on one of his photos at facebk. it was a photo of a pork dish. i mean, wth? anyways, we were talking about dim sums n pork dishes yada yada and suddenly chee wei was like..."eh, i noe a couple of malay dishes like nasi lemak, mee rebus, mee siam. noodle in malay is mee n rice is nasi rite. see, i noe! whatelse? ouh, i noe ikan bilis. ikan is fish rite. see, my malay very gd." i started laughing. kenny also kept boasting how gd his knowledge of malay words was..."when i go malaysia, i can even read the road signs like berhenti. it means stop rite." chee wei told me that his command of malay is way better than my command of chinese. the rest kept laughing, with their faces turning red. at the station, chee wei was like..."i can sing malay songs u noe. mari kita rakyat singapura...sama-sama maju ke hadapan...den u? u noe chinese songs meh?" i started singing (in an off-tune key.just dun wanna boast d real nice voice i have.haha!)..."char shao bao...wa yao, wa yao ni..." hahaha! chee wei mentioned that he noes not just malay but other languages as well. he started speaking spanish (well,he took spanish lessons.damn it.) and french and japanese and thai...the list went on. the most hilarious part was when he said..."i can speak african (with his eyes so wide): wakalele wakalele! i even noe red indian (with his hand on his mouth): aooaooaoooooo!" all of us couldn't take it. we laughed our asses off. i swear we were the loudest in the cabin! it was really oh-my-gawd-can-u-stop-it-chee-wei moment. but hell yeah, we had fun!

loved =D