
the one actual website i culd depend on is a has-been! urgh. why does dis always happen to me. as i smsed nut yest nite, my life officially sucks. no kidding. and if you haf been religiously reading my blog, i tink you wuld be nodding ur head in agreement. -_- now i'm left wif only my email. my only contact with the world outside of singpost centre. lol. eh wait, i dun tink itz all dat funny. i tink i'm stoning too much already. @_@
ikhlas 05.
so much for the hype. datz definitely sumting singaporeans are gud at. esp the malays. no offence anyone, i'm a malay myself.
but i gues criticism helps us grow? datz only of coz, if you accept it.
and ladies and gentlemen, yet another ting we're great at. i dunno why people are so adamant at being wrong.
of coz i dun expect people to be perfect, but the least we culd do is be better.
to be better we haf to get rid of the bad. to rid of the bad, we'l first haf to noe watz the bad, no?
oh yes, the vicious cycle of life dat people tend to deny.
and why did i even go all the way dere? back to the subject at hand. ikhlas.
i waited all day to catch it hoping to enjoy sum great performances. afterall they invited a handful of winners and "stars".
but wen dey rolled the credits at the end of the day, i only remembered ms-kampong-gerl-who-blossoms-and-charms-and-melts-me-everytym-she-smiles-or-sings and mr visually-challenged-project-superstar-star. heh.
and yes people. i didnt mention mr-charming-but-i'm-so-over-you-already-singapore-idol-idol. i expect winners to live up to my expectations of winners - yes mine not anyone else's. i emphasise once again, i dun expect people to be perfect but but but if you noe people look up to you, den i tink itz only fair dat you give people the same amount of respect.
i dun understand why they have to save you for last wen all you did was sang one song.
oh yes, sadly your star has rusted my dear taufik.
i still tink you haf talent and i stil do melt at the sound of your voice. but maybe you shld realise dat wifout ur fans, you wun be where you are now. learn to appreciate boy.
i tink i nid a leash so dat i wun wander off too far whenever i blog. lol.
niwae the show was already short i felt, being only 1 1/2 hour. and juz wen you're getting warmed up wif the show, itz commercial time. and before you noe it, "kita sudah sampai ke penghujung rancangan [we already reached the end of the show]". kinda sad isnt it?
and why izzit dat star awards had mr and mrs president and ikhlas, a charity show, gets only mr minister of health and whatnots. we shld work harder people.
ok, lets run thru the entire event.
first of all, it started out wif the "famous four" anugerah finalists. you four being anugerah [a singing talent show] finalists shld be ashamed to not be performing live for the very very first item. imagine the impression you left on us, or at least me and my brother for dat matter.
anugerah finalists lip-syncing - wat a laugh i tell you.
me and brother kept coming up wif lame-ass excuses to entertain ourselves as you "sing" urself silly.
also, the four of you shld remain as the four of you. you'd make the perfect malay boy band. some of you haf the looks, some the moves (and one not, i shall not say names.), some the vocals. aint dat perfect boy band material. lol.
though you four did end up singing live later on in the show, i was already disappointed. obviously you ppl haven heard of "first impression countslasts". and we were seriously not impressed and trust me, itz gonna last.
and you mr-vasantham- star-who-tried-to-speak-a-little-malay-wen-you-shld-juz-stick-to-english (dis applies to another too, but since i like her, i wun say names too. heh.) i tink the whole of singapore watching was left pondering in pure awe and amazement as to how you managed to be THE vasantham star.
my brother said you won because you were not the best, just dat others were worse. and as much as i culd recall from watching sum of vasantham star's episodes, i can safely agree wif him.
you sang rise and fall, and yes. your voice did rise, and fall. like nangka busuk [direct: rotten jackfruit].
but despite it all, i applauded you. for singing live at least. doesnt matter how it sounded, you won the vasantham star anyway. lol.
and i supposed ur nerves got the better of you, or maybe malays scare you sumhow.
*raises eyebrows*
from indian to chinese, haf i told you how much i loved mr visually challenged voice??
kudos to project superstar for finding such a great talent. i haf to admit dat initially i believed he won partly because of his condition. and dat was definitely before i heard him sing.
it was like woah, literally.
he didnt haf the chinese singing english accent going on like mr-rock-and-roll-sly-fly. his enunciation was gud, making it very very listenable.
you wuldnt tink it was a chinese dude singing the song. like how you wuldnt tink dat it was a malay dude singing wen mr singapore idol sings. if mr visually challenged wasnt visually challenged, i tink he'l go very very far.
ohkay, maybe juz very far. i tend to exaggerate wen i begin to adore sumone or sumting or sumwhatnots.
siti my lady was wonderful. nid i say more? i so can imagine kak nanin go crazy wen she sang, coz i myself the not-die-hard-fan was definitely on the verge. goosebumps. yes, itz damn good shit.
niwae apart from the performances, dey were i tink bout 4 or 5 little dramaskit thingy to show us the different people the donations wil help.
while it was good to noe the problematic and saddening lives, it didnt touch me as much. maybe becoz we didnt really see the actual state of the actual people.
wat dey did was a mere act. and acting wil only and alwys be juz acting. never real no matter how good.
i wasnt touched but it didnt mean dat i didnt donate. i dun juz criticise. i haf a heart too. and it goes out to all dese people.
and you people who haf a heart too, help, while we stil can and willing. i tink the lines wil remain open til feb next year. and oh, the numbers? i totally forgot. wil try to find out if you people really interested.
suddenly i sound too angelic to be true.
*giggles*
but i'm serious, like dead fish serious.
i mean look at dis, people. ever wondered why the chinese always get millions juz from one charity show and we cant even hit a few hundred thousands? dun say itz coz of the numbers. as in more chinese people, more donations. bullshit i tell you.
my brother and i found it ridiculously silly how a chinese artiste can juz stand on one leg and whatnots and wooohooo! the numbers starts jumping like beans on a hot pan (sounds funny but heck!).
i tink you guys get wat i'm getting at. even if you dun wanna donate to ikhlas taa fund, donate elsewhere. to mosques organisations people on the street (only the ones who nid it of coz).
who noes, one day you might nid it too.
lunch tym was fun today.
coz we weren't eating but out to mount alvernia, to visit my manager (su) and her oh-so-cute baby gerl. she haven named her daughter yet coz her mother-in-law has to go to the temple and sought for divine help to find the perfect name, tho she already has one in mind - shriya or shreeya or however itz supposed to be spelt. hehe.
niwae we didnt bring cam so used my fone to take sum pics. i didnt wanna scare her wif the light fr my fone so i only took 3. haha. 
her. 
her and kak nanin. 
her and kak nanin again. lol.
niwae she was the cutest little ting, playing around wif her teeny-weeny tongue, trying to force open her eyes probably to look at all the k-poh ladies surrounding her and interrupting her slp. heh. i told you we're evil people. lol.
niwae listening to dem talk bout the entire experience isnt exactly a turn-ON.
but noting or nobody's gonna stop me fr bringing a wonderful life to my life.
unless except for Him. which i sincerely hope He doesn't.
i juz cant imagine my life, his life, our lives - the emptiness.
ok, tho it may sound like a statement of relief. but itz not.
actually itz more of an exciting ting for me.
the entire office was up and about wen she was gonna go to the hospital to consult her gynae. coz apparently she's only bout 37 weeks into her pregancy.
and she definitely wasnt as anxious as we all were. lol.
our whelming excitement juz left her stunned and nerve-wrecked. wat evil people we were.
all she knew was she was feeling wet, bee.. dun get turned on, and she couldnt control it.
but she felt no pains whatsoever.
but perhaps she was too nervous to feel it anyway. hehe.
so dere, all the real-mothers-action-asst-gynaes to her rescue. giving her advices and warnings and everything else.
she was so scared dat she wanted to stay behind in the office and pretend like noting happened.
and to tink she "calmly" announced dat itz probably noting and she might juz come back to work the following day.
no way josesu. hehe.
i hope you haf a safe and smooth delivery, errmmm today hopefully?
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oooooh...
she really did give birth today!
it was such a smooth delivery, it only took her bout 4 hrs!
a healthy 3.3kg baby gerl wif a healthy mum who wanted to not deliver today. hehe.
you're funny su, and definitely the talk of the office.
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doesnt help dat my life juz revolves around my office and home almost every week, and my parents had to be ridiculously unreasonable and not let me go out even ONCE a week.
so please understand the pain i'm going thru now.
control is one ting. but being unreasonable is another.
not dat i wanna make a huge hoo-haa over dis matter but tink about it people, you wuld too if you were either stuck at the office or home every single day of your already-pathetic life, rite?
i dun understand why you two haf to make me "hate" you so so much.
look at me, compare me wif him or anyone else for dat matter.
i gave in a lot and rarely offend you with my words or the tings i do.
and all i'm asking for in return is one day, in fact only a few hours aft work, to go out and catch a movie and haf dinner. doesnt sound oh-so-sinful rite?
rmbr, almost 22. not a kid.
but being a gerl in dis family, no use being 22 32 or 42.
til the day i get married and be left in the care of my future husband, hopefully you baby, i noe i'll be suffering dis unimaginable fate.
and now you shall see me saving saving saving.
i so cant wait for 'd-day'.
in her, i seem to haf found an elder sister dat i've always yearned for.
or maybe not exactly yearn, but i always wondered how life wuld be wif a sister rather than a brother. and she proved me dat i've missed out.
i always admired other gerls wif great elder sisters. and she made me wished i had one.
so at least i noe i can count on my "elder sis" to be dere for me unlike a brother.
and while i thot since i'm not blessed wif an elder sis, i culd be an elder sis. but my mum's not strong enuff, and so i'm stuck wif being the youngest, thus "the most protected". i dun even wanna go dere.
you can never imagine the pain i'm going thru now, so dun even try.
for dose who noes and understand and tinking "been dere done dat", you dun even noe half the story, seriously.
life's so stifling i really feel tearing my clothes apart and running amok in the streets.
join me?
i haven been naughty-kinky but naughty-not gud. datz all. no big. heh.
niwae sori for the un-updated blog wen actually i've typed quite a number of blog entries. but wenever i get home, i'm either too tired too lazy or i haf inconsiderate ppl spoiling my mood to update.
any way at all, i gues i'm to blame.
so here. the updates for you. like finally.
dat i've never felt fatter in my life.
if you're tinking dat i'm juz blowing everyting out of proportions, trust me - i AM blown out of proportions! heh.
so do me a favour. enlighten me wif all the dieting and exercise regimes and tips dat culd do me gud.
and you baby, all i nid is ur company. wif my gyming sessions.
wuld you pls darl?
i've alrdy been keeping my food intake as low as i probably culd, so the exercise is all i nid now, no?
the longest and definitely the bestest.
i've told nonoh once recently dat in dis relationship, i've never really once thot of us ending, at least for real.
unlike other relationships i've been in, i'd soon haf the bad looming feeling dat sumting's gonna happen; either of us was sure to stray.
but sumhow i dun experience dat. and most importantly, i dun even wan to experience dat.
for once, i really feel comfortable and satisfied and assured wif wat i haf and who i haf it wif. and itz you baby.
i'm more than glad by this decision we made together. your whelming love for me i cant describe and put in words, but i noe you already noe and treasure. and datz all i ask from you. i noe we can be more than we already are if we juz let us be who we've been all along. and like me, i noe you can see us years from now, together and very much in love.
i can go on and on and on bout us and us and us.
but i dun nid the world to noe, wat matters is you knowing me, sumtyms more than i noe myself. sounds freaky but perfect.
and so you mohd shakil samsul ariffin, pls do write dis down sumwhere in case you'd ever forget me or us, dat i love you baby.
too much dat i'm afraid.
hold me tight wuld you?
and for the rest of nodding ur heads away in agreement, i dun blame you too.
but but but...
listen to wat i haf to say, like always. hehe.
you all haf to understand dat working in an office wher you haf to pretend to do work so as to not feel so odd and having not many talk-able people to talk too is an extremely painful ting for me.
so dere, the perfect excuse to talk even more than i usually do. heh.
wun you juz bear wif me, pls pls pls?
even if itz pure nonsense rubbish irrelevant tings dat come out of dis big rambling mouth of mine, grin and bear wif me.
better still, smile and pretend you're interested.
i'l definitely run out of tings to blabber about, soon enuff.
but you baby, me talking nonsense is absolutely not an excuse for you to switch off. juz continue wat you've been doing and i'l be ok.
continue the pretense.
i really dun mind. coz sumtyms i really dun understand why i haf to talk so much too. lol.
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