Monday, February 23, 2009
The people I love.
dear Ferdaus,
I give up. I never would be, and ever could be,
a good girlfriend.
D, you win. I rest my case.
Goodbye.
farah
Labels: i feel like shit.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
Let this be a warning to all here and near. What I’m about to reveal is something you might detest that of me for this might, it probably will, be a boastful entry.
*looks haughtily around*
Yesterday, Mother, Sister and I had ourselves a two-hour massage. Impromptu as it was, Batam was haven, a retreat fit for the king.
And that was that.
Ya, dat's de boastful part. -_-
I suppose exaggeration is a mere understatement at this point. Ho well. I must say, for what it’s worth, I thought my day was truly well-spent.
Treated family to anything and everything there and I got this feeling, I might get into heaven sooner than I thought. Mother smiled throughout. I scored points bah.
Hurhur…
With just an hour to sleep, it didn’t dampen my spirit one bit. Headed out of the house at 630am in the morning and I made a new discovery.
Yup, all this time, I have not an inkling my parents planted this outside my house. Maybe because it wasn’t my normal white flowers therefore I didn’t see a need to take a glance that way..
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Gosh, another pathetic excuse for an entry. My apologies folks. Better luck next time.
Didn't I warn you.
What can I say?
I love to brag.
Ha.
cinta
fasyalba
Labels: i feel rejuvenated.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
Sweet batchmates of mine made me laugh just now. I love them!
(Yes, they are reading this so I’m now searching positive words in my vocab book to sing their praises.)
*waves to some busybodies*
Unfortunately we didn’t spend much together because they were….rather…. tired and sleepy. And there I was, up for a “nocturnal” adventure. As a result, I had to do what I had to do…. annoy them to no end.. But it’s ok, they love me.
They are, for all intents and purposes, my good friends, that as well as people for me to bug. To boot, my kor kor and jie jie. And please, it’s not easy for me to open up to people. I’m a shy girl y’all. So they’re pretty much significant in my life right now.
It was a bummer though that my “BFF” Caroline wasn’t around to join forces with me. It would’ve been chaotic.
*gasp!*
Oh no…. bet you guys have no friggin idea what I’m talking about so I shall end here and hope this entry is good enough.
Kheh. Ho well. I’ve tried.
fasyalba
Labels: i feel happy
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
These few days saw me hibernating at home with this laptop (and bless the 24hr internet connection) as company.
Nevertheless, I would spend ‘em days with much pressure, sleeping on pins and needles, so to speak. Why? you now ask me. Let it be known that my Post M Syndrome has come to reside. Bring her a chair! She's gonna be here for awhile.
My paranoia had come to THAT stage again ladies and gentlemen. This feeling, pure evil that I had been battling with on a minute to minute basis, has taken my soul. Suppressed emotion while lying on my bed has become my solace now.
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It was a lovely day. Deena and I were walking along Takashimaya where we were approached by a lady in her mid-thirties who pleasantly asked us to help her fill a survey.
Like any normal passerby, we said yes and soon proceeded to level 16 where a table and some chairs were waiting for us.
She then took our heights and weights and did her lil evaluation. What followed next broke my heart.
“You’re not so fat but you need to lose 2kg. But you’re not that fat…”
SHE SAID I NEED TO LOSE 2 KG! Yes, that WOMAN had the nerve to tell me that. Ouch.
It’s like telling me “It’s normal. You’re not that stupid/ugly...”
Ok, fair enough she wanted to sell her product hence convincing me I was not-so-fat-but-fat-nonetheless would likely do the trick. Still, not a tactful approach ya think?!
Well ya think?!
And the words refused to fall on deaf ears, which added more fuel to my already existing fear of weight gain.
This tragic story happened last week but alas! the words had been haunting me still.
As you all might have guessed, I am now back to my old routine of dieting.
Tomatoes yum yum. -_-
Weighing machine is mocking me again too. Prepare yourself mr & mrs bloggie, this blog is gonna be where I vent my frustration since Bf not around to torment. GAh!
And here I thought I couldn’t care less with my weight. So much for a happy ending.
Uwekkkk!!!
cinta
fasyalba
Labels: i feel fat
Saturday, February 14, 2009
dear mr & mrs bloggie…
Initially I was disheartened; I was all out of love. I was not in the mood for a celebration because Ferdie wasn't around. (And to think I was in ‘the honeymoon’ period still.)
My birthday was a bit of drag in the morning because I had to go for training. Saddened that my whole day would be wasted with colleagues I wasn’t closed with, I sulked. I daresay it was as good as not having a birthday at all.
Lo and behold, I was proven wrong. What I didn’t know was my “BFF” Caroline had something in store for me, the devil she. My colleagues gave me a surprise, I must confess, I wouldn’t forget. Unfortunately since it concerns work, I cannot elaborate it here. Ho well.
“My Plane Surprise”
The next day: My cousins could have it no other way but to celebrate this special day with me, so indeed. We realized that it was quite awhile since we last had a get-together in the hotel. Exactly a year ago we had a big celebration at the chalet. Hence, a party was in order.
Except this year, we wanted to make it a private affair so we opted for Gallery Hotel, what it being our normal joint.
Ah…. But not the suite this time, I’m afraid. Just the normal room to celebrate Hafiz-O and my birthday. The people present were those of the usual faces in my blog and two new ones.
Mind, I did say it was a hush-hush event. Though I insist on adding that what went on inside the room was anything but.
The theme for the night was Rainbow but you’d see not all were dressed as requested. Yea, I played cheat a little too. Nonetheless it didn’t spoil the fun one bit.
Bottles after bottles of liquor occupied the whole table and the mixers came in abundance. Food consisted of pizza and lots of snacks and evidently the night wouldn’t be complete without music and games. Taboo, Uno, Poker and Jengga were our life-savers.
Before I forget, one of the convivial moments was when my cousins and I donned on wigs (belonging to my sister’s friend) and we had a blast acting like fools and pretending to be drag queens. My species, so step aside. And I guess you guys would disagree with me if I said I was impersonating Lady Gaga? Ok fine.
But the highlight of the event for me personally was none listed above. Aye. If you must know, Hafiz-O and I shared a birthday cake. Now wait, it was no ordinary cake ladies and gentleman. The angel of a cousin named Ctea surprised us with a STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE. I was near to tears by then. I am not pulling your leg, I was touched lah. I didn’t expect a birthday cake, let alone my favorite piece. I even did a little shuffle to show gratitude. I was THAT happy. Thank you Cuz Ctea and the rest of the crew for making me smile from ear to ear.
The people present were:
Cuz Ctea and Hafiz-O
Cuz Nur and Branson
Cuz Serena and Khai
Juls (My cousins call him “the family friend” now) and Zana
Cuz Kat (my Valentine partner)
It was indeed a lovely night however it didn’t stop me from thinking of Ferdie and constantly saying out his name. Just so you know, for the first time ever, I didn’t drink at all for the whole night, them people being my very witnesses. Let me repeat that: I didn’t drink at all. Amazing what love can do to you. Believe me now when I said I would change? *smiles angelically*
I know by now most of you would have skipped through the paragraphs just to get to the photos so without further delay, I present to you…
Labels: i feel content.
cinta
