this slice of strawberry shortcake

SEE YA THERE

2010-03-03T15:53:00.000-08:00

Yeah.. I'm still around guys. Where?

http://fasyalbaforever.blogspot.com

See ya there!

cinta

the one and only fasyalba

(100) Finally my 100th entry to end the year

2009-12-30T23:02:00.000-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I don’t want 2009 to end just yet… reason unknown, I am not ready to embrace 2010. Anticipation warred with reluctance seems to cloud my thoughts. What if nightmares do come true, and yes the new year is just another disappointment, so help me God, it proves nothing but the very fact that I am doomed? Countries I have visited people I have met and new clothes I have worn. But singledom engulfed me in such a funny manner, this soul is numb. Oh, be still, this lonely heart of mine. The solace of tomorrow seems promising albeit. Or is it not? Another year, twelve moons older. This is a boon and my burden. A mite too strong for me to accept, don’t get me started please. I sang my praises too soon, I broke my promises too many. May Allah bless my family and friends the happiness they deserve and live long healthy lives.

2010…. Be kind.

cinta
fasyalba

(99) Christmas Turkey

2009-12-26T03:06:00.000-08:00

O . M . G .

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

So I was a bother to Auntie Anna when I requested that she cook on Christmas Day rather than allow her children to bring her out to eat.

You can’t blame me, honest to God, for you have not tried her cooking. My mother’s is still the best but it paled in comparison to Auntie Anna’s western cuisine. ( I LOVE YOU MOMMY!) Simple yet absolutely delicious, by my standards. Turkey never tasted thaaat good. Hell yeah!

Dearest Grandmama was there too and it felt just like old times. With the usual faces present, laughter to follow suit, I must say, this is bliss at its best. Icing on the cake to have Cuz Kat’s and Cuz Serena’s boyfriend and friends to join in the merriment.

Games such as the ones from my previous entry, oh, Monopoly too in the day, Christmas was well-spent. But… the highlight of the evening was definitely the Charade.

If anyone’s curious as to see the real sore loser me, just watch yours truly as she plays dirty to win each round. Everyone in my family knows how bad the aforementioned I can be. So much so, I am ashamed, myself. Ho well…. blame it on my upbringing? I play to win, that goes without saying. Ha di ha. -_-

And the night ended with gossips, one so juicy, Eve would toss the apple aside just to join our bitching. No joke. With no invitation necessary, Auntie Anna became our leader, in all manner of speaking. *chuckles* Yea, my family rock my socks hey.

Before I got you lost on my private joke, (another darn word and I would’ve killed the humor) allow me to enlighten you with the snaps taken that very day.

Everybody say “CHEESE!”

This is my favourite picture of the day because my sister and I had the same pose when this shot was taken. Enough proof that we are related by blood. Heh.

That's the chef and our gossip leader, Auntie Anna.

Stay tuned for another round of family gathering. The biggest one yet. One that comes in the form of a wedding.....

Seriously.... You do not want to miss this one out!

cinta
fasyalba

(98) The Toffenut Latte addict.

2009-12-24T11:11:00.000-08:00

"I feel like drinking Toffeenut Latte ahhhh.."

" Meet you @ STARBUCKS LIAT!!"

dear mr & mrs bloggie….

Sister was sent to the hospital the other day because she broke her ankle (or foot?). Simply put, she had to go for an op and she has been a nuisance ever since.

Having said that, I love her and I try to be accommodating to her constant need to order me around. I would love to screw her to the bed but the ones in her foot have already caused her pain. So I leave it as it is. Hah.

With the left leg hindering her way, it didn’t stop her from driving us around, as stubborn as a donkey was she. (Though I must admit, it was an oxymoron considering she was active and not at all lazy as the said animal.)

Time spent with my family was every bit fun, as always. And because I am the actual real life typing donkey, here I shall just present you the pictures taken during my chill out sessions with sister, cousins and co.

WHAT YOUR'S LIKE?

LAST WORD

"MERAUNG"

Hahaha... Yea I am not blessed with slender long legs. Just huge chunky ones. Boooo...

So there you have it. Off days are spent in the comforts of loved ones' company. Tell me, shouldn't I be the happiest girl around?

cinta

fasyalba

(97) C.O.U.S.I.N.S

2009-12-17T07:51:00.001-08:00

"SURPRISE!!!!"

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

We started way back. If memory did serve me right, I know them since the day I was born. You could say…. forever?

Sleepovers, concert-concert, reading the Quran lessons, to name a few, were just some of the things that painted our childhood memories. But of course, it didn’t stop there.

It was a norm to meet up at my place every other weekend. Our mothers would be busy cooking with dearest grandmama and we children would be full of activities only we cousins could think of. See, we were a creative lot, and fun would be a sin if absent. Such love.

No one could accept me the way they do because growing up pampered and spoiled, attention was given to me aplenty, and they were so giving (more than I could bargain for honest to God). But hey, this is not my story.

Today, it is all about my cousin Siti Rosiah, or more known here in my blog as cuz Ctea. Weeks from now, history would be created, more so for the five of us.

To know she would belong to someone else. To know that now another human being would be part of her life forever. Not that I am complaining mind you, but things would never be the same again. I love my cousin all the same, and heck, even my cousin-in-law to be. It would be exciting to see what fate has in store for them. I could only pray.

It was a tiring day for Cuz Nur and I. We covered every nook and cranny of Plaza Singapura to get the party supplies. Our bad that it was last minute but boy, did we pull it off. It was a special occasion, so to speak. I must add, we couldn’t do it without the help of her beloved fiancé who had to play along just for this surprise party. Wretchedly, a tantrum as thunderous as Cuz Ctea, he got a scolding for nothing. Poor lad. Ha di ha.

The venue was our much visited Gallery Hotel. Door gift consisted of Victoria Secret perfume and lots of mini-candy canes. Drinks that of Vodka and a bottle of Rose and Sauvignon Blanc. Food? Many thanks to Canadian Pizza.

Guests…..? Go figure.

My cameras, digital and Polaroid what else, were vital tools as we were seen taking shots after shots in the hopes of capturing the last few moments of her singledom. The night demanded no less.

Games had us laughing like fools. We tried the “I’ve never…..blah blah blah” game where the others, who had done what that chosen person hadn’t, would have to drink up. Because we know each other too well, the game didn’t quite work. And besides, we took so long thinking we drank anyways. It was pathetic, in a good kind of way. Awww….

The night had us in fits of giggles. It ended with just that too. What, when we were squashed together on a queen sized bed, all five of us, trying to wish each other good night that took a whole five minutes. It's hilarious, I'm chuckling as I am typing this away. Unfortunately, it’s an inside joke so I'll end this bit here. Basically, happy as clams we were. Weeee hooo....

It was something to remember, that night. A hen night like no other because we relived the past. In pictures, and in person.

Who would have thought five kids sleeping together in the living room of Blk 226 on a thin mattress one and a half decades ago would still be as close as before years later…. If there’s one thing about fate, this is it.

I love you cousins.

Hope you had a blast Cuz Ctea!

And Japanese Garden, we are gonna rock the runway!

cinta
fasyalba

(96) zOUk oUt

2009-12-14T10:57:00.000-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Who would have thought I would pay Zoukout a visit but paid a visit to Zoukout I did. Not to say it was boring, but I must confess this party was totally overrated, from my point of view that’s. Maybe the crowd just didn’t cut it for me.

As you all know, I avoid masses of human bodies such as this at arm’s length (a giant arm at that) so for that reason alone it was astounding that I could muster this little courage inside of me to even appear at the scene. Gasp now if you must.

I didn’t appreciate the fact that I met people not worth seeing and witness free open porn within my sight. Cut me some slack. Save them for the internet.

I wouldn’t say it was a few good dollars spent but I thank those twinkling stars that night my cousins were around to share the JOY with me. Who’s to say? -____-

That shall be the first and the last time I am going to such-a-pathetic-excuse-for-a-beach-party party.

But then again, I’m a typical naysayer so ignore me altogether. It wasn’t all that bad truth be told. Heh.

Blimey…. Just enjoy the pictures, will you?

The party sucked but that didn't mean I didn't have fun right?

Heh.

We cousins rocked the night.

cinta

fasyalba

(95) g.i.r.l.f.r.i.e.n.d.s

2009-12-10T09:16:00.000-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I have cousins as bestfriends so you can pretty much gauge the extent of my social capabilities in the making-friends department. Having said that, the few girlfriends that I own are precious to me, in all manner of speaking.

My baby Ina and my two colleagues whom befriended me by tagging on this domain, Shameen and Sayuri made my day just now. An interesting combination but a delightful evening no less…

Dinner and coffee plus girly talks. What more can I ask for…..

Love you girls!

My two colleagues whom I was not given the chance to fly with... Sayuri and Shameen.

And that is that.

Please give me more time to mingle with everyone dear roster of January.

cinta

fasyalba

(94) Swipe Swipe Swipe

2009-12-09T18:27:00.001-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I realize that recently besides being a boring workaholic, I’ve done nothing much to… basically I’ve done nothing much in Singapore.

O m g.

I don’t wanna be the typical girl who would just have coffee and shop and club. I would love to do some real activities. What? Beats me, not a clue.

So let’s just hope my future date could plan just that. Heck.

Here’s some pathetic pictures taken on my recent trip to LA. It cannot go anymore boring that this. One’s consolation… boy did I shop like mad two days in a row. Another thousand bucks said bye bye. Don’t get me started on New York days ago… Singledom does this to me.

Adoiiiii…..

My big sister for this trip, Juli. Can you believe she's actually 30?! SOme people just have good genes. Ack.

Despite being homesick, I loved the time spent with my colleagues. If only my loved ones were there. Boooo....

cinta

fasyalba

(93) All yours Kumar

2009-12-02T18:55:00.001-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I was missing everyone so badly. Sister fetched me at the airport from my super duper long flight of New York and off she went for her meeting. For the first time ever, silence greeted me when I opened the door to my house. No Mother to run to me to give me a hug. It was indeed a bummer that parents left for Bandung just the day before I came back. Nyah! I felt emptiness trap me from the inside.

But not for long, thank goodness. After a dreadful two hours of sleep, I met up with my baby Ina and Hard Rock Café became the meeting point for my cousins and us. All were present. Cuz Kat, Cuz Serena, Cuz Nur, Cuz Ctea and Cuz Carl. Not to mention, the long lost ‘the date’ was there too for a short lil while. Sweet.

I was glad I came for those round of drinks and laughter followed by good company had compensated for my lonesome hours in NYC. I was disappointed though when a certain blind date (the matchmaker sucked!) came and well, certainly one not worth reconsidering. I don't wanna make lemonades out of lemons if I have a choice of making a cake instead hey. So NexT I daresay!

I am extremely happy to be back in Singapore. But not for long, mr bloggie for tomorrow I’ll be heading off to Los Angeles. Yes, how to have a love life like this?!

Mr Architect, come quick so I can quit my job and make you babies!!!!

cinta

fasyalba

(92) F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

2009-11-30T20:34:00.000-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I was initially so pumped up to write an entry regarding my recent trip to New York, I could hardly wait. What I had in mind was to post the simple pictures I took in Central Park and the likes, the zoo even. Nine days away was no joke ladies and gentlemen.

But I couldn’t.

Today, I am truly inspired to pen my next entry because of two special people in my life; I’ll just let God be my witness.

As you all might have figured out by now, (look at the calendar, it is already a month) Wil and I decided to stop our dating process, he more than me this time, if you could believe it. But all’s good now, we’re platonic in all senses. Just like the rest? Parse that to a syllable.

On a side note, I have to somehow get rid of the flavour-of-the-month curse. It is about time I stop dating Mr Right Now(s). Fairy Godmother, where the hell are you?! Please return my heart back, at least.

In all seriousness, it is definitely difficult to sustain a relationship when half of your time is spent in another part of the world. But I chose that path all the same so this I had and have to pay. When I signed my soul to the devil, I didn’t see the tiny words (damn you fonts!) of the last sentence of the contract that stated “A soul mate is as good as nada.”

Not to say I am suffering but well, a girl’s a girl after all hey. I need some lovin’ once in a while if you get my meaning.

To digress, shouldn’t I get back to the reason for this entry? (*__*)

So last night, I did some soul-searching. Rather, two kind souls did that for me. I was loosing my edge. I needed help pronto. A revelation was called upon.

My baby Ina…

Where do I start…..? I have never felt so moved in my life until last night, it was indeed heartfelt. I mean it with every word said here. It was a different you I saw but it was the same you I knew since forever. All these times…. the last minute half-day leave, the two-hour sleep, the being-there-for-me-at-two-in-the-morning routine, the ready-to-hand shoulders, the listening ear with a Sampoerna cigarette already stuck in the mouth, the squeaky cheerleader with an arsenal for pom-poms, all those just to accompany me and make it all alright for me and my tiny world. You are the sweetest thing... and then some.

See, I have always known you to be the biggest bitch to everyone but fate didn’t tell me that I might get a spit out of it. When you addressed to my weakness last night, I knew I had to do something about myself. I needed to get that confidence back. It was as if a supernova finally made its appearance. And I must say, after all these years, I finally got a taste of your ferocity and I pity those who received your venom thus far. I never knew you could be that fierce, or is that simply hitherto a hidden feeling you wished to keep from me? For what it was worth, I needed the reality check. And I am grateful that YOU were my messenger. Awak, I promise you, my drinking won’t be a problem any longer. I love you so! But you know that already therefore we’ll end this bit here hey. Kiter sayang awak hokay… Hasn’t this always been our litany? *Giggles giggles*

And then, there’s Mr Nice Guy.

You chose to drive than ride that favorite bike of yours just so you could send my baby Ina and me home. You could’ve continued sleeping at that ungodly hour but you came to the rescue instead. Problem for you was, you had to bare witness all those nights as I was seen wallowing in self-pity. Your straightforward answers never fail to pinch but it hits the spot all the time. You have always been a great friend to my baby and I (to boot, your never ending bickering with Ina amuse me unceasingly) and I have never seen a guy made such an effort without expecting anything in return. If kindness has a name, it has yours written all over. If superhero is real, I believe you are just that guy. And for that, I am truly thankful for your existence, and to allow me to discover the true meaning of friendship.

It’s a shame you don’t read this but the world needs to know, nice guys do exist. One comes in the form of YOU. Much love.

You know the weird part mrs bloggie. I forgot that a total hard-ass bitch lies in me. Maybe a 2006 farah fasyalba would not be impressed seeing me now. I do not know how to say NO and I please people too much. I keep lowering myself because I don’t wanna be seen as cocky. I got confused between humility and low self-esteem. A Buddha on a mountain would shake his head I could just imagine. I felt ashamed for thinking I was worthy of everything that spells the best. Truly, to sum it up, I was not me.

But you know what… this has got to change. From now on, I shall strive to gain that confidence back. Faint heart never won fair lady.

So listen to all here and near. Yes, I am high-maintenance. Yes, I only want nothing but first-class. Yes, I am smart, ~~(sometimes for all the wrong reasons.)~~Yes, I refuse to settle for second best. Yes, I am the hottest living creature to walk on the face of this planet.

And no, you are not. But honey, live with it.

Coz I am. .
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Fuck, who was I kidding? (-____-)

cinta

fasyalba

p/s: I love you awak.

(91) a SHOT story

2009-11-19T15:38:00.000-08:00

dear future sons & daughters of mine….

Once again, you caught me in action as I was seen partying away with Auntie Ina, Uncle Wan and Uncle Wil at O bar.

Cousins don’t roam far I daresay as I met your Uncle Carl there too. The two most drunkards were him and I for sure. But like I told you umpth times, do not follow my footsteps because I work really hard to put food in your mouth.

Mommy loves you children. Make me proud.

Ya, Mommy met Auntie Anna and Auntie Emylia there as well.

cinta
your loving Mommy

(90) Turkey

2009-11-19T05:16:00.000-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

It has been sometime since I cried before a flight. This heart so heavy, body so unwilling seemed unfit to bring itself to work, what to leave home once again, only to be spent in another man’s land.

You could say I was lucky to be given long flights one after another… because needless to say, it definitely means more income. But at this rate, money without a doubt failed to bestow me much happiness as I lay on my hotel bed lonely each night hoping to talk to loved ones.

Mother, seeing me so sad, shed tears as she helped me pull my bags to be loaded into Wil’s car. She gave me a tight hug and that was what it took for me to cry once again. I was that reluctant mrs bloggie; Firstly, to say goodbye to Mother at home, then to say goodbye to Wil at the airport. It was hard.

This time, my destination was Istanbul via Dubai. Seven days away proved quite a challenge, but of course. I just thank the above for giving me great colleagues to work with on this trip.

Istanbul was more magnificent than I could ever imagine. As I walked down the streets, I could do no more than to gawk at its beauty. So much so, I failed to capture them in my camera, so busy was I, in awe so to speak.

Shame on me for not knowing much about Istanbul but I shall share with you what little insights I could grasp on. Yea, after all I didn’t quite ace geography back in school. Ehem.

See, Istanbul (from what I was told) is the only city that belongs to two continents, that belonging to Europe and Asia. Raise your hand should you already know this. Kudos. One mark goes to you.

I, on the other hand, had not an inkling. So picture my surprise when I was told I was crossing the bridge and heading towards the European side of Istanbul. Well, in my terms, it means, heck of a world, I just walked from Asia to Europe. Dude, I just rocked my own boat!

Right. Proceeding on…

The two kind souls who actually entertained my request to bring me around were my two big bros, Azam and Azam. (Yup, the irony)

Being a first hand tourist, I was glad they answered my questions, (rhetorical or not was beside the point of course) and taught me quite a lot. It was exactly what a field trip should be. I was but a cute student. Ok not funny. Next.

We walked for quite a bit, an hour or so amidst the blistering cold and they showed me no mercy as I whined annoyingly to show my fatigue for really, a girl was by no means fitter than two men, ME at that. Bluergh. No chance of eliciting a respond from them. Hence, we kept walking, I kept cursing to the devil.

We finally reached the one place that I have wanted to visit: The Blue Mosque. Hoorah!

And that is that. I can’t describe much, ladies and gentlemen, because it was already dark when we reached the place and we had to wait for Isyak to end before going in and the rain, damn you, started to show its presence. And I, I was already too tired and cold to do anything at that point. Sooo.... we left soon after. Erm... meaning to say, I didn't take shots inside the mosque. Shame. On. Me.

But! Allow me to show you the pictures that I got. Since description of Istanbul would be better justified through photos, here I present you thee.

**Azam was kind enough to be a photographer for the day and shoot pictures of me ol me.

Above: The bridge to cross from the Asian side to the European side.

Azam and Azam

My willing photographer.

So there you have it. Pictures of myself in Istanbul. I apologize for not taking as many snaps of this beautiful city because wretchedly, it was quite dark. Next time ok?

cinta

fasyalba

(89) Sushi Face

2009-11-11T08:36:00.000-08:00

"Hello......"

"BITCH! Don't tell me you just woke up ahhhh!!!".

Uh oh.

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Remember my 85th entry regarding the amnesia? If it did happen and I lost the last three years of my memory, can someone please kindly point out to me that my batchmates Kenny (Kenneth) and Glad (Gladis) are very significant people in my life and my being in this world is to irritate the hell outta ‘em. And I beg you to take this seriously.

Oh, adding on, we three always always have sushi at Sakae’s and/or tea and cakes at someplace new (or a lil bit posh) so that we can feel as if our hard work are well paid-off.

And and and…. I simply love them to bits and pieces.

I repeat again, their names are Kenneth aka Kenny and

Gladis aka Glad.

Thank you and may all of you have a very nice day.

cinta

fasyalba

(88) a cup of English Tea

2009-11-10T09:34:00.000-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Ok ok… So I overreacted. Maybe I wasn’t all that sad and cranky while I was away. Or indeed, perhaps, yes, I did feel utterly depressed and low that I had to do what I had to do. Ha-di-ha.

Early in the morning, the day after I wrote my lovesick/homesick entry, I met my colleagues in the lobby where we then made our way to do some shopping. Who could resist Primark and the shops alongside the street? Prices that would put Singapore’s to shame. No joke.

Novi (my Indonesian sweetheart), Andie, Erene and I headed off soon after for we got ourselves tickets to watch “The Lion King” musical. Fifty pounds (You do the math) was definitely worth it. The props were well thought off and the voices of the performers when they sang were out of this world, they were beyond all senses.

Nala, one of the characters playing the lioness could move and sing so well, it shall come as no shock should she become the next Catwoman (no offence Halle Berry). Sexy and delicious. Say with me: Meow!

Moving on, later that night, Novi and I joined the boys, (Naim, Sunny and Jeff) to do the improbable- Visiting the gay club for some hardcore, mind-blowing, breasts-grabbing, butt-slapping fun. And the latter was a definite must I tell ya. Heh.

Novi and I didn’t even have to worry that we were all too crazy and dandy. We couldn’t be bothered with the rules of decorum regarding the display of our slut acts because these English gay boys were not the slightest bit interested in us. Nevertheless, they enjoyed our company albeit. Enlightening to see them ogling at our males counterparts hey. Haha… No fair, for seriously, between you and me, some of them men there were altogether too cute and pretty.

We partied hard, we drank hard too. In all, our male colleagues forked out a total of S$500 just for the five of us. And yea, all Novi and I had to do was be ourselves. How hard could that be right? Hell yeahhhh….

Who’s complaining when I didn’t have to queue to pee and the Ladies had an array of perfumes, hairspray etc to use should there need be. How thoughtful! And the ‘Toilet Lady’ would immediately pass you a paper hand towel after you wash your hands. Apropos but unnecessary. Ho well…..

By the by, we made a lot of friends and I must say tons of secrets were revealed. One of them being:

“My boyfriend’s at home sleeping and he doesn’t know that I’m here…”

Tsk tsk. See? And here I thought only we girls suffer. Who’s to deny the fact that even the guys get cheated on…. by their own species mind you! Taboo taboo. Mother Nature’s children at play.

A boo-boo from heaven.

All in all, my trip to London was memorable and fun was at its best. With gerek kakis, I am a true born sinner.

cinta

fasyalba

(87) the dating game

2009-11-09T11:53:00.000-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie....

Grumpiness thus far forgotten.

cinta

fasyalba

(86) the girl in stripes speaks.

2009-11-06T09:53:00.000-08:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie….

I am in London. As you all know, this is my favourite country in the whole wide world. Pay attention next time should you not know this. Hmphf.

So how come I am wishing I am in Singapore instead, lo and behold.

I am super duper cranky and all I can do now is to rant it here. Posting up pictures of that night’s event didn’t help one bit. Cousins made it too fun, I’m at my wit’s end now honest to God.

It. made. me. homesick.

(Lovesick too considering I am someone’s special someone nowadays).

Shut up.

It’s bad enough my life is all crumpled with its odds and ends. I’m jinxed as it is. Just hope this one last longer than a month hey. Urgh.

I wish oh how I wish I was in someone’s skinny arms for now. At least, then, I’d feel all important again.

To boot, all special. Afterall, someone did bestow me strawberry shortcake ice-cream at the end of that night. And Moet was flowing throughout.

Go figure.

Money better be worth it for all the good it does me (as of current). Gahhhh.

I miss my cousins. I wanna irritate them. I miss my mother. I want her hugs. I miss my baby Ina. I want her to cheer me up.

But most of all, I miss YOU.

Patidi patada.

I do not want it any other way.

cinta

fasyalba

(85) Farah Fasyalba

2009-10-29T10:22:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

People who don’t blog find it an unproductive hobby to write about personal daily rants and post photos on the website. Of course, as a writer of my own blogdrive/wordpress/blogspot for four years, I strongly beg to differ.

You see…

Days ago, I “found” a storybook by the famous Sophie Kinsella called ‘Remember me?’

To summarize the story, it’s about a lady who had a car accident and she lost the last three years of her memory. Amnesia, in other words. A total blank, as if those years have not existed. Imagine that ladies and gentlemen.

Well, I did. Just the thought of it had sent shivers down my spine. And it made me wonder….

It is the year 2006. I am 20 years old schooling in Singapore Polytechnic. I have a happy family, albeit that I am always fighting with my father. I have a boyfriend to call my own and a pair of jeans is like second skin to me, in any fashion.

I am always broke. Having to pay the school fees with my own money, I work in a shoe shop called Substance. The plan is to go NIE to be a teacher after I graduate from poly. Set.

I am loving my blonde highlights on my short bob-layered hair. And oh, I am sooo having thousands of crushes in school. If only they look my way….

Bham! Suddenly it’s 2009.

What? I am flying?! I thought I’m supposed to be a teacher! Seriously though, they actually hired me to become a Singapore Girl??

Hey, I actually bought myself Prada(s). Fuck! LV too???

OMG. You’re kidding… I broke up with him? For real?!

No way…. I actually saw the statue of Liberty with my own eyes?! Awesome.

Look! My boobs are… oh wait… they’re still of the same size. -_-

Ahhh… were it only so. Pfft.

In all seriousness, I ask myself… if my mentality was still that of a 20 year-old girl, would I like what I see now…?

As the truth reveals…. I daresay, I love this ‘new’ life, despite it being a culture shock I could only picture. Because yes, my heart was broken but I do count my lucky stars it’s not permanently damaged. After all, am I not here now standing on my own two feet?

In a way, I do have a stable job. Bank account’s beaming, even. I never would have thought in a million years I was worthy of a job only some could dream about.

With hindsight, I am more independent, a damper if 2006 me was alive. I literally have seen the world. And above it all, I still have a happy family (father and I have a mutual understanding now). Cousins are basically still my best friends. Not to mention, my baby Ina is around for me, as we speak.

And who’s to deny the fact that I could afford dates as “flavor of the month”, and make them be known as my statistics? We’re talking geeky and unpretty Fasyalba here. Me, three years ago was too devoted to one. And stupid, if I’d say so myself.

I wouldn’t believe all these would have happened to me if I didn’t have a blog. The words were written and the photos were posted. I saw with each entry how much I have grown and how matured I have handled the nuts and bolts of my being. My love life has deteriorated but faith still stands. Such is my destiny.

To my humble standards, I have achieved quite tremendously, even you must agree hey.

Hence, let it be known, should one sweet day do I have amnesia, at least this blog is proof I have gone through a whole damn lot. Aplenty.

But my proudest moment I must say is to know throughout the years, I am only a devoted writer to my two most important readers.

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mr & mrs bloggie. Awww…

Before I end, here are some pictures I would like to show you.

For memory sake of course. Ehem.

Isn't it about time you blog?

Heh heh heh.

cinta
fasyalba

(84) My Right kind of Wrong.

2009-10-26T10:32:00.001-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Every girl has a checklist. In fact, they carry this invisible bible as if their lives depend on it. However, it changes from time to time. I know mine does. Physically, emotionally, the works, my… The list is endless. Bite me, really, should you not have one oh lady.

I depend on my checklist to determine what kind of guy I would like to spend the rest of my life with. Not accurate to a T, I must say the guidelines served me well throughout the years. He is tall. Tick. He is older than me (by two years, definitely). Tick. He is my colleague? No way am I dating you José. NEXT.

On your first date, your mind swirls with million questions. No, not because you're thinking of what to say. Rather whether what he answers suit you and you just fine. Come on baby, give me your best shot, you would silently sing. Afterall, first impression is the most crucial, an advice best heeded.

So, the dating game begins. His demeanor sends out a strong signal even SOS pale in comparison. Your heart thump in anticipation; Or lack thereof because it momentarily stopped. Then within 5 seconds of pause, you imagine him carrying your newborn baby. Awww...

Ha-di-ha. I am so kidding on that last part. -_-

Enlighten me, ladies and gentlemen, with my next enquiry, yes. What happens if that guy gets all the tick (well, fine maybe not all per se) in each of your every box? Is it safe to assume that he is THE ONE?

Ah ha, so tricky yet so scary.

I am still confused, as we speak. Not because I met him already. It’s just that I met Mr Wrong recently. But he fits my bill so perfectly, and some. So do I wait for Mr Right or be happy with the many ticks on the aforementioned?

You tell me.

*******

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I am socially inept my head hurts just thinking about my fate. The night that was supposed be about love and celebrating the joining of two people in love kind of took a toll on me.

Sweet Lady in red goes by the name Sufieah invited me to her glorious yet simple wedding held somewhere in the hearts of Joo Chiat, (or not, I simply have no idea). A senior in my secondary school, I was utterly honored to be there on her special day.

However, wretchedly, that didn’t stop me from hyperventilating as I stepped out of Wil’s car. As you all might have known by now, I do not feel comfortable in events such as this. One where you have to strike a conversation with people just so you are not accused of being arrogant or the likes, (or maybe God wanted to test your social skills) and get scrutinized along the way. Not to mention, one that includes a whole lot of people- even mere strangers, so to speak!

To make matters worse, that was the first time I actually met Wil. As in, you know…. talk face-to-face. What a way to impress him. A nervous wreck was not the idea. Gawd, if the Earth has got much time, it would have loved to swallow me in a jiffy.

But that night proved worthy I was indeed thankful. I rekindled my friendship that with my exbestfriend, Afni. A friendship that started at the age of five. Aye, I was glad I came. We talked as if that painful night didn’t happen and boy, I didn’t wanna be anywhere else but there. What were the odds?

What started off as a panicky state became a night I would remember for the rest of my life.

Maybe it’s fate afterall. Ah ha.

*****

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

It was a date. One with candles, a Caesar salad, a glass of Martini and the man with a shirt ironed so crisp to perfection my skills barely fared. Oh, and his name is Wil.

I just came back from Amsterdam then. My heart was pumping so hard from excitement I think my colleagues could have heard it from the other end of the aircraft.

He was late. Not a fault that could be easily dismissed because he just woke up when I called him to say I touched down. With maximum speed, he managed to reach the airport at a record time of 30minutes. Not a moment too soon? Impressive considering he stayed in Jurong.

But what made me smile was when he was seen on his knees, dramatically might I add, asking me to forgive him. Sue me, I thought that was cute. Haha… It sure was.

A good hot shower and lil sleep later, Wil and I headed to Chijmes where a lovely night promised us.

He gazed at me affectionately. I wasn’t dressed to the nines of course but as he complimented me, I felt like Cinderella after godmother granted her wish. Now tell me how lovely that feels? It was wonderful I answer you now.

We met my baby Ina hours later and there we were, drinking a bottle of Chardonnay that I had painstakingly carried all the way from Amsterdam. All ready to dance, the three of us headed to China One for some good ol’ fun.

A reason for this part of the entry? My baby Ina and I had a sleepover that required us to talk the whole night without so much as a wink. Indeed, three glasses of Jagerbombs each didn’t hinder our speech but I must confess, triggered our tear glands a bit. (If you know what I mean). Gallery Hotel was our asylum that night. Just us and our hearts. A girly talk requires no other. Sometimes a girlfriend is all you need to turn that frown upside down.

Fate brought love…. in all different styles. The wonders.

*****

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

It was just yesterday. Shopping with mother proved a difficult task, when an hour of searching for a goddamn bloody black handbag drained all my energy away. She actually cried (of happiness, no less) as I took out my wallet. Yea, she is one drama queen. But her tears meant a lot to me hey. Mother, Mother… you are definitely something. Ahhh…. :)

Mother headed back home. I met Cuz Serena instead. Minutes later, who else could be seen walking pass me at Starbucks but the lovely lady herself, Tea Puteri. A treat for me indeed for we didn’t meet ever since she came back from Manchester. Mann did we catch up eh babe. Ah ha… thank goodness for your presence, and that of your man as you both accompanied me wait for that boy named Wil.

And that is that.

With all these meet-ups, I am so not looking forward for my long flights. And there’s a whole lot of ‘em next month.

October, I thank you.

cinta

fasyalba

(83) Single Ladies

2009-10-14T14:07:00.001-07:00

Wala Wala

Acid Bar

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

As much as I hate to say this, I realize that recently (you may shoot me the next time hey), I’ve been wishing, oh boy have I been wishing, that I was eighteen again. All I wanna do is party and drink till the mother of all cows come home.

Some see it as a venue for distraction. I would like to think it as a compensation for missed out opportunities. Needless to say, in one simple word; Pointless. We all know that’s not gonna happen anytime soon, or it even remotely happening. Still, one can't help but pray for a miracle. Ack.

Ever since my baby Ina joined me in the singlehood club, we’ve been spending time together like constantly. Sometimes we would chill out at three in the morning (at the void deck, mind you) until the sun threatens to rise, which on some occasions, it bloody well did. It is a boon, definitely, when our guy mate joins us for each session of hang-outs but a burden for we crave he’s someone else altogether.

To prove how idiotic we seemed, there was one time two policemen wanted to screen us. Shame on me, I was utterly flattered that they thought we were young teenagers. Blimey, as you could see, we were that keen on wanting to feel young again. You simply have no idea. Okay, we’ll leave THAT as that.

Last night, my baby Ina and I visited Acid Bar. Painful for me as you all know but I went despite that dreaded feeling. Ordered myself a Strawberry Margarita and soon, my baby Ina and I were well on our way to Acoustic Land.

Because request of songs was via SMS, I was seen typing this away:

1) Killing me softly- Lauryn Hill

2) All out of Love- Air Supply

3) I will survive

4) Any break up songs pls! :)

In which the ever so talented singer sang some and the irony! figured out that it was the two of us who requested ‘em.

It didn’t help one bit that she was practically promoting us to her male audience and heck, even suggested that the birthday boy (who was apparently ‘single’) to ask us out. Bah!

“All the single Ladies” was a nice touch from her and every so often she would make the audience drift their attention to the two innocent ladies who were sitting in a corner just trying to enjoy the music. No chance of that of course. As if “Now there are the beautiful single ladies there” wasn’t bad enough, she had to point her finger at….. Go figure. -_-

Now, you would think we were glowing with the fact that those eyes were on us. Ironically, I felt like an old hag with her girlfriend sipping Martini at a pub sitting in one corner, with the word PATHETIC written all over. Try basking in that ladies.

Feeling my sentiments yet?

You have no idea how I wanted to die in shame. I don't know… I will never get used to the fact that I was/am single and I can assure you, neither will my baby Ina.

However, in some sick twisted way, I am glad that we are single together. Me being there for her and she being there for me. And let’s not ignore the fact that the taxi driver bared witness, what when we seen crying together in the cab while trying to cheer each other up. Watching my loved one breakdown just wrecks my heart.

I love you awak. And I'm sure he does too. :(

Ho well.....

Perhaps, it’s impossible for time to turn back. On that note, I’m sure it’s every way possible to make things right again. I screw up sometimes but learn from them I do. Don’t every human? Give me time, I will reconcile my epiphany soon enough.

I just hope I'm not too late.

cinta

fasyalba

(82) Drink and Drunk

2009-10-09T05:41:00.001-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

OK, I think I’ve done enough stalling, with nothing really, so I reckon an entry is apt. After all, the ability to remember every detail of my happy moments is basically embedded in my DNA. Ha-di-ha.

8th October 2009 set another record in my life. Because after 5 friggin years later, the famous “my baby” and I finally clubbed together again. Sweet.

None of us could see the break-up coming. But the typical excuse for a reason from her ex was forthcoming. Booo.... Sad but life has to go on.

oK awak?

So.... in order not to make this a depressing entry, I shall just present to you photos of us oh us.

My baby Ina
Love you to bits and pieces.

I thank my lovely cousins for coming too.
Their presence really mattered to me that night.
Gawd I can't live without them.

And I truly appreciate the fact that Faidhi and ~~the date~~ Shuhail were there too.
Who could have imagined that we four would club together when we didnt even talk back then in Poly.
Fate and its funny journey aye.

Ahhhh.....

Oh, not to forget, I just love the fact that my darlin Dian came down to see me hey.

*blush*

Despite not remembering much,the shame! I must say that night was indeed a memorable event for me.

My loved ones were there and I had a jolly drunkard time.

I wanna do more of this please.

I'm sure there will be.

*cheeky grin*

cinta

fasyalba

(81) Do Re Mi

2009-10-01T09:58:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

A 19-hours flight was no joke. After arriving from New York, the first thing I did when I reach home was plonk myself on the bed. Goodness heavens, the body could take it no other way.

As usual, living up the reputation of a woman, I shopped hard in the Big Apple. But it was a bummer when another wave of fatigue began setting in. Hence, the other two days saw me rotting in my room indulging on sushi.

The last day, I headed out alone to get me lunch and I saw a familiar face at the traffic light. What are the odds that I met my batchmate, Janice, there in New York when it was close to impossible to even exchange hellos in Singapore. Gawd did we squeal in delight, and loud might I say, as we hugged each other affectionately. Awww….

You have no idea how much I miss home. Despite having great colleagues as company, I was truly looking forward for the trip back to our sweet city.

Bed never felt this good.

After what seemed like a rest of forever on my honest-to-God-it-is-THAT-bloody-comfortable bed, I met my cousins in the evening for I missed them oh so dearly. Taboo made our day and now, I’ll let the pictures do the narrating.

With the ruckus we five cousins made at a table playing Taboo, it's a wonder why we were not arrested still.

My voice, particularly.

Sweet.

cinta
fasyalba

p/s: The date has returned.

(80) Selamat Hari Raya mr & mrs bloggie!

2009-09-23T01:45:00.000-07:00

THE ROHIM FAMILY

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

It was indeed another memorable celebration. This time, I made sure I was there throughout the preparation and the very day itself because I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.

Last year, I had Maggie in my hotel room while I cried my eyes out listening to Takbir in Hong Kong. This year, I went all out to make my family happy, a merriment event one just couldn’t miss. We even donned similar colour outfits, unplanned mind you.

Brother and I had what we called ‘teamwork’ where he would help me with my curtains and bedsheets, in exchange I help put up the curtains in the living room. And since we were in sucha good mood, we insincerely lend a hand to sister with hers as well.

Brother and I bonded so well, he even allowed me to French twist his hair while he busied himself watching soccer. Gawd, it was hilarious!

The eve of Raya was spent helping mother cook her oh-so-delicious dishes, and because I cooked ‘em with love, you can be sure my mother had her praises sang to her. I am so going to heaven I tell you.

The whole day of Raya, I spent time with the people, if not the only people, I call cousins. Who else but the familiar faces you see throughout my blog. Cuz Nur, Ctea, Serena and Katrina, wave to my readers please!

Once visits to the relatives’ places were ‘complete’, we cooped ourselves up in my bedroom where Tribond yet again occupied our time. After what seemed like hours later, I was seen doing French twist(s) to my cousins’ hair. And then the photo taking session resumed.

With the umbrella as the prop, yea the one I bought from Athens no less, we went crazy. I am so lucky my cousins are my best/childhood friends. Shy doesn’t exist with them around. We are that close, far too much I daresay that I don’t think I could get used to being without.

Another happy occasion was when another of my favourite cousin paid me a visit. Cuz Ezan, you will always be my partner. I am forever your Fasya despite all odds k. I love you Zan!

I wanna tell you readers so many things but like me, I’m sure yours were as good too so let our happy memories fill the remaining space to this entry. I don’t mean to chat away your Raya hey.

And with all that is said, I’ll wrap this up with photos you must see!

Cuz Ayu came all the way from Abu Dhabi to celebrate this day with us!

We cousins thank our mothers (coz they're close sisters) for this tightly knit relationship we have ever since.

Above: Isn't it funny that them three have 2 daughters each. So close, we are.

This is my another sayang of the sayang, Cuz Ezan who was my neighbour and friend and cousin and partner in everything.

Now you know why my family is my life and my life is my family. They're more than enough to fill my days with happy happy moments.

SELAMAT HARI RAYA.

cinta

fasyalba

(79) She says...

2009-09-20T09:11:00.000-07:00

Mirror mirror on the wall, She was, no doubt, the happiest of them all....

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all Muslims celebrating this special day with me.

Minal Aidil Wal Faizin

ingin ku ucapkan.

Mohon ampun dan maaf

kepada pembaca-pembaca ku.

Marilah kita bermaaf-maafan di bulan yang mulia ini.

ikhlas,

fasyalba

.....to be continued.

(78) Change

2009-09-16T02:41:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I like things the way they are. I don’t like changes. Not to say, I condemn such, mind you, but the idea of altering your life (for better or for worst, who’s to say) is a huge step. Like stepping out of your comfort zone, we all know how frightening it can be in the real world.

My biggest fear when I got the job I’m holding now was I would change. I was afraid I’d turn arrogant, snobbish or even fake, to name a few. Because face it, my job has been, from the beginning, perceived as those mentioned above.

I spend money like water. I dress up a lil too much (or so it seems to others). I put fake lashes on. Oh, the best yet; I broke off from a 4-year old relationship just like that. Now aren’t all those good enough reasons why one would think I’ve changed?

So I went in denial. I blamed myself for changing. I hated myself for being that superficial bitch everyone thought me as. My self-esteem got lower. I felt more alone. I wanted to hurt myself even more. It went on as a cycle.

It didn’t dawn on me until recently that I was depressed for naught. That I was being so hard of myself, I didn’t realize I haven’t changed much. And the lovely part was, it was my sister-in-law who had helped me see just that.

I told her everything. I told her what others said about me. I even let her know that that Juls might have mentioned me as an SPG, as if not wanting me back wasn’t bad enough. I was so insulted. I mean, the stories I’ve heard, he wasted his time with girls worst than SPGs so why was he calling me such? It just knots my stomach to even think of it.

She was flabbergasted, to say the least. If only they’d see you now at home, with the same Jack Daniel's oversized T-shirt you have on for days and your shorts and your tak-mandi face. The girl who never ever cleans her room and laughs at everything. You are always a spoilt brat. And you’re the only one I know who wears her bra with the straps tangled up.

She continued… They have every reason to say you’ve changed if you dumped Fly for a richer smarter guy but face it, the guys you went out with after him weren’t any better. They’re all like Fly! How can you be an SPG?! You dated more mats lagi ade lah! You and him are not fated. Tell them all to grow up. So what, you have money now. You don’t need to start saving first. You’re still young. You’re single. It’s ok to pamper yourself. They're just.... Let the rest not be placed here.

Needless to say, after pointing out all my negative points (-_-), I actually felt better. It was as if a weight has been lifted off my chest.

Perhaps all I needed was someone to believe in me. To tell me, even though you travel all around the world, you have stayed grounded. And only the very people who know me saw this. Maybe I am a good girl. That same good girl.

I just hope the rest of the world understands.

cinta
fasyalba

(77) The Story about Shortie and Abang Body

2009-09-11T04:59:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Why is it, so help me God, that as you’re nearing the age of twenty-five, instead of embracing the soon-to-expire youth and enjoying life, you are desperate to be attached- funnier still, to be married. Where’s the fun in that?

Yea, your friends are all getting hitched and you are pressured to follow suit. Or you’re just sooooo in love. Ack, fair enough.

But it annoys me to no end that guys find it an opportunity to make the other party “The one” just because.

So we’re both single. So we’re both going out. So we’re fated to be together? In that moment, you just knew? Come on boy, playing kahwin-kahwin was cute then, not cute now oi.

Desperate times called for desperate measures on their parts I’d say. It looked as if I was their last resort.

…….Ok that statement hurts. Why am I attracting the wrong sort of bees mrs bloggie?

Take for instance, the guy I met for the first time a few weeks ago. We’ll call him Shortie.

Shortie and I chatted for almost a year now, mostly in MSN where we would webcam till the wee hours of the morning. Shortie was, by the way, a friend of a guy I dated before.

After I had dinner with family, he fetched me where we soon made our way to JB. Now, ladies and gentlemen, bare in mind we both just met for the first time there and then.

Hours later we were back in Singapore. Whilst in the car, he shocked the heck out of me when he asked “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Just like that. Like what the?! Was this guy for real? Oh as luck would have it, apparently he was. Bollocks, of course it didn’t just end there, if you know what I mean. -_-

I felt like I was back in secondary school. Only, this time it’s not funny.

Does he know all my likes and dislikes? My do’s and don’ts. That, unlike him, I hate kids. That… ah crap must I go on?

He thinks with his cock obviously. Doesn’t it occur in his thick hollow skull that talking about marriage or anything near that line on a first date is taboo? Never mind… I dated a nitwit.

Why me, God, why me?

Months before him, I met another ding dong. Say….. let’s call him Abang Body aye.

I was initially attracted to Abang Body because of his fit physique and the very sick fact that he looked like Juls. It was a bonus, hoorah? that he had both a car and a bike. Impressed but not enticed.

Needless to say, what he had in looks, he lacked in personality (one of a duck) and I do mean P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y. He’s dull, pitifully, humor was so lost on him and aside from his haircut and sharp features, I didn’t see a reason to stay.

Anyways…. After what seemed like a near-death experience in the car, (that being because he was soooo monotonous, my ears wanted to bleed with boredom) [Sidetrack: We didn’t meet until 7 years later so he sure wanted to catch up, like why me again God?] we finally called it a night. Saying goodbye to him was the best thing that ever happened to me after the invention of a gun. You have no idea how tempting triggering that gun to his head was.

On the phone hours later, just when I thought the conversation couldn’t get any worse, it bloody well did.

He asked me to be his girl. [‘-_-] Nonchalantly, might I add. Not after saying he saw a future in us. Right. I felt better already. Shoot me instead please.

In my whimsical make-believe fairytale, such words of devotion would be like music to my ears.

From him, I wanted to eat my own vomit and die. That was, safe to say, excruciating to the last degree. O.M.G. Are all the good guys mentally retarded?

What happened to good old fun?

My purpose for this entry is, yes, indeed you sometimes yearn for companionship. You want to settle down and have beautiful brats for children. Plus points if the guy has something nice to offer. Like a nice body or very good dress sense, or simply, being a successful Architect?

Still, you can’t just take love for granted, hoping it will develop along the way. Love is way to special.

But then again, what do I know?

Oh gosh, please don’t let the mat be like them. I have high hopes for him. May my quest for love be fruitful this time round. We’ll just have to wait and see.

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And I am taking my own sweet time, just so you know.

cinta
fasyalba

p/s: This entry is based on true events and the characters are ~~unfortunately~~ not fictional.

(76) The Mat

2009-09-08T13:23:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie,

I was out with my cousins, Nur, Ctea and Serena the other day to do some catching up at One Fullerton. It didn’t feel complete, of course, for Cuz Kat wasn’t around to tack team with me. My, nevertheless, I was happy to meet the rest, as per always.

Hours later, there sat Cuz Nur and I at Holland Village, two in the friggin morning, yours truly giving an account regarding her latest progress in the L department. I could safely say, recent dating program has showered me with disappointing results. One shall not resume further.

Discussion about the ex (inevitably tempting) became our main topic.

I must say, Juls is well on his way to being happy with someone new and it sucks that I am single still. God bless my wicked thoughts, it sure didn’t help that my “love rival” is pretty, as in very very pretty. Ironically, his sister said she looked like me. I find it hard to believe considering the fact that she's tall, skinny and fair. The self- esteem keeps getting lower boy. -_-

Such luck on my part.

I count my lucky stars his family still loves me though. Phew.

These days, time was spent with an old guy friend of mine. He’s someone I would like to talk about now.

(“,)

Let’s call him ‘the mat’.

The mat just broke up with his girlfriend months back. Like me, he yearns to have someone to belong to. At this point, our courtship escalated a level.

Unfortunately, with hindsight, I realized that it’s hard to go back being serious in a relationship. Despite his efforts, I wasn’t ready to commit myself and it’s disheartening for this was the guy that I had a crush on years back. Yea, albeit loving a lil ego stroke, I didn’t dare bring myself out there, (only to get hurt again).

To kick start the reality check, I told him how I felt. Nice enough, he understood where I was coming from. After all, who could understand better than the guy who sat on the same boat as me, metaphorically speaking that is?

Cool as he was, the mat wasn’t too pleased though over the fact that I kept talking about the ex. Who would, I hear you say. Well, secretly I still harvest the hope that the ex and I could go back to the old ways you see. I wanted to cheat fate, even.

It’s obvious that is sooo not going to happen. Truth be told, I think it was my jealousy than anything else that made me want him back, because silly, I did leave him for reasons be known. Honest to God, I am no better than the pig.

I’m just thankful the mat is patient enough (for now) to wait for this girl to make up her mind. Otherwise, I would have to see the psychiatrist, I am so confused.

As much as the next girl, I want to feel loved again. However, in the interest of not coming across as a complete ho bag, I tried NOT to date around too much. But heck, face it, who was I kidding? I needed attention hey.

I just hope I do have better luck on this one. I still believe in my version of a fairytale. Pray for me that inkling of faith sticks around.

Till the next update on my quest for love.

cinta
fasyalba

(74) Iftar with the Rohim's gang.

2009-09-01T06:04:00.001-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling oh so inspired to write this entry. Because I can only say so much, I reckon ‘em photos would do the trick…

*chuckles*

Yea, it’s safe to say words are simply lost here. I have no desire to write these past few days. Guilty as charged, ma’am. I suppose my new FOTM is keeping me busy. Hey, I wasn’t kidding when I said I was back. This time, you have to stay tuned for farah fasyalba’s here to pen down with yet another episode of her quest for love.

I can’t wait to start.

cinta

fasyalba

(73) Oh Milano!

2009-08-26T03:56:00.000-07:00

SOooo… It waS LikE So AweSome. I ShoPped For PrADa and gOt myself like a waLLet anD a Bag. Of Course thAt’s not The shOCKing! parT. ListeN, tHe baG is in ShOcking! Pink LikE O.M.G! My Pun waS sooo iNtendeD. Ha.Ha.

FeRRagaMo was A lil disappoIntMent buT it’s oK, it woNt damAge My wAlleT, new One at That, like helloOo….

Don’t You Just HaTE mE Paris?

*flips hair*

dear mr & mrs bloggie….

Yes, as you can see, Milan was where I landed few days ago. Weather, bloody hot, needless to say, caused me to suffer a minor sore throat and, not a moment too soon, the rest followed suit. Fever can be such a bummer.
Bluergh.

Nevertheless, my agenda was met and I couldn’t be happier. Well, I could if I have million bucks in my bank account but that’s a totally different story altogether.

I digress.

Wretchedly, I didn’t manage to visit Venice this time yet again but the very good company I had compensated for everything. I bunked in in Cassandra’s room and everyday was a holiday for us- except for that day that we had to go Barcelona for a short lil while.

Other than that, I had a jolly good time. Money was well spent on “investments” (and food.)

Remember my entry regarding my visit to Milan last year? Ahh…. Shame on me for not stepping foot on Prada’s floor.

This time I did, and I got out of the store a very happy happy lady. I kind of needed the splurge because one, I was initially depressed at one period of time, and second, I deserve this break, don’t you think so?

The Bunk mate who survived Me, Cassandra.

The Gentlemen. Jason (above) and Rizal (below).

My sweetlings:

(From left: Emily, Cassandra, Fazilah, ME, Tracy d Perempuan Giler, Tung Li)

Milan is, as always, beautiful so using up all my vocabs describing it is, at this time, unnecessary. So presenting to you my “fierce”photos should suffice aye. Ya uh Tyra, I'm working it~

Till then.

Ciao!

cinta
fasyalba

(72) Bonding with Tribond

2009-08-20T10:10:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Nothing beats having time spent with the cousins, mine at that. I was in my element and loud laughter definitely eased my stomach cramps away. Those, a hot cup of tea, our newfound love of a game, Tribond, and jolly company with the rain pouring (perfect timing) was just right. I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.

We met Cuz Kat's latest addiction, Isaac, and our noisy welcome was more than enough to send him away. Nevertheless, he stayed so we’re good.

*chuckles*

Initially, the board game that I had bought (all the way from San Francisco wor) was a spoiler because everyone was bummed it wasn’t as fun as I thought it should be. But as time progressed, it was plain to see we couldn’t leave just yet. We were hooked. Thank goodness. That game was heavy. Gahhh.

I forgot how easy it was to be just me. A noisy and annoying me makes me feel so good. I thank my cousins for this. I just hope happy moments like this come every so often so I won’t die of a heart attack…..

Or a depression, at least. God forbid.

cinta
fasyalba

(71) Fraser Place

2009-08-15T09:44:00.001-07:00

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN, AISHAH!

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

It’s been awhile since I went to a birthday party. The ones I went to were of my cousins' and face it, social skills were not exactly required now.

So when Aisha invited me to hers, a masquerade supposedly, I was reluctant. Warned Natassja that a shy me was a damper. She wouldn’t take NO for an answer, ho well, hence eventually I did.

True to my character, I sucked. But that didn’t mean I regretted going- because I did have fun with those selected few. Though I insist on adding, the other whole lot of people that came made me panic a little. Too many for my liking. Pish posh. It didn't help that Aishah's brother also celebrated his birthday so his friends were there too.
Gahhhh.

But one very reason why I was so glad that I dropped by was because of this guy here.

I didn’t meet Farid, or Fred as we all call him, for two whole years, geez. When I saw him there, I wanted to run to him and give him a hug! But of course I wasn’t high enough to be irritating. Kheh.

Catching up with him felt so good. Absence didn’t dampen our badinage one bit. Memories came gushing back, literally, coming from my mouth. Polytechnic wouldn’t be half as good if he wasn’t there. Afterall, he’s one of the guys my baby Ina and I always bullied.

Gone were the days that the whole lot of us crowded at the bus stop, polluting the air with our lit fags, my baby and I being the only two girls there where we were also known back then as “the two bimbos”.

Fred, being the unwilling party *chuckles* would have me as his pillion, riding around his area to search for a place to study with some of his dudes and he would teach me physics, which by the way I scored quite well like oh my goodness, credits to him. The boys, but one, were not even of the same course as me.

It was easy to be a damsel in distress. They adored Ina and me dearly (I should think so) and we took shameless advantage of them.

It was indeed fun hanging out with the educated matreps. Yea, they sure were. Fight still fight, but when it comes to studies, I must say, they rocked it better than my baby and I put together. Kan awak?

In the midst of our happy chat, Fred suddenly pulled the plug by telling me one of ‘em passed away months back. Well, I rather not continue. My heart goes out to his family.

The focus of this story is…I wanna be free again. I miss my usual people in Poly. Happy teenagers rocked.

And with that, I end here, yes abruptly.

Ta~
cinta
fasyalba

To my baby Ina… Plan something please. I miss everyone like mad.

(70) Dank You.

2009-08-14T03:51:00.001-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

It was interesting, in the most expected way, for me to fall in love with yet another European country. Who would’ve thought Amsterdam had me captivated but trust me, ladies and gentlemen, that was not even half of what I’m feeling.

The weather was perfect to begin with. Summer it was but the hints of winter could be felt, oh yes it could. Ahhh….nevertheless, it didn’t dampen my spirits one bit, or Claris for that matter, who by the way was my colleague and partner for this trip. We were so ON, even the rain that day couln't stop us from venturing. Ehem.

Because she wanted to visit a particular museum outside Amsterdam, I tagged along on the train ride to Haarlem. It was every bit spectacular, to say the least. Trust me, I’m not kidding you.

Allow me to sidetrack here a little. The museum that I had mentioned was in fact an actual house owned by a lady named Corrie ten Boom. Maybe the older generation would heard of her or watch her autobiography, ‘The Hiding Place’. The time of the Nazi it was, a vital information I must include. If you’re free, I urge you to read at least a gist about her. Yea, I’ve put the link for your convenience. She was a woman with a true pure heart, this has to be declared. I can strongly say no words could describe the way she could forgive another so easily despite the odds that were against her.

This was the picture I took of her room. The Jews managed to hide behind the wall by going through that hole in the cupboard. The shattered wall was there to show what was in the hiding place. Creeeepy!

I digress.

Another museum that I went to next was a different sort altogether. *chuckles* I paid a visit to the sex museum, God forgive this sinner here!

It was pretty hilarious, and kinda kinky. Just thinking about it tickles me senseless. Nothing shocking, really, but entertaining hey with all the posters and paintings and what have you displayed in-your-face kind. And considering the fact that it was a museum, the pictures were classic, taken from the time before my grandmother was even born. Eeeks.

As night soon emerged- though the surrounding was still bright and sunny, Claris and I took off to the place, if not the only place, that Amsterdam is so well-known for.

Yea, I stepped into the domain of the RED LIGHT DISTRICT. Jeng jeng jeng…

I was a tad disappointed, if I may say so, because the selection of prostitutes in the windows was not as many as I had hoped for. Even so, for what it’s worth, it was definitely quality over quantity. The half-naked ladies (an oxymoron for the English) were such beauties. I couldn’t put myself to say the same for the plus sizes though. They were scary. Period.

The smell of weed were everywhere and intoxicating was what it was. Tempted lah, all the same but, I behaved quite well, I have to give myself props. Ha. I smoked only my fags. Ya uh!

Another tempting offer was the sex shops there. Everything was sold cheap and the toys were mind-blowing, try telling that to your lil kid. It sure serves for all intents and purposes, in a crude manner of speaking that is. Gawd, don’t you people just love Holland? Hurhurhur..

Another reason why this trip was significant to me was because of Anne Frank. Ring a bell somewhere?

I had read her 'diary' when I was in secondary two. So excited was I when I managed to find a copy in my school library back then. Who would’ve thought nine years later I was given the opportunity to see the actual real life diary of this young girl.

As you guys might have guessed, yea, I did pay a visit to the Anne Frank Museum which was her hideout, to boot, her father’s office. I wanted to pinch myself when I was standing at the very place she wrote her diary. It was surreal, truly just because.

I wanted to cry but I was too embarrassed with the people surrounding me. Still, it was a sad place to be.

I wish I could show you guys the contents of the museums but taking pictures were not allowed. Gah….even the prostitutes on the window displays I was not allowed to take a snap or two. A waste.

As the two days whizzed past me, I was reluctant to get back in the plane and go home. That short getaway was what I needed but it was just not enough. I have not visited the windmill and I do hope the next time I get to cycle. There are so many things to see. I need the train, the bus, the bicycle even!

Amsterdam is a place full of culture and tradition. And I heard the best time to visit is in April, that’s when spring will arrive and beautiful tulips will bloom. Wont’ that be a sight to behold? Heavenly.

A fact to share: I don’t know whether you guys know this but there is a lot of Indonesians staying there. Not to mention, the Dutch knows how to speak the bahasa. Interesting aye? I have to give credit, for Europeans, the Dutch were quite a friendly bunch. Sweet. There were a few good-looking mixed blood I saw and believe me, this is a country I don’t mind migrating to. Boy, London would have a run for their money I’d say.

Should it still be a wonder why I didn’t wanna go back just yet?

Haiz….

cinta

fasyalba

(69) My Heart

2009-08-08T18:11:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I felt loneliness today. And I wouldn’t put it literally, since I was surrounded by countless people yet sitting there with a Shirley Temple in my hand with the loud music playing rather loudly behind, it’s safe to say albeit, emptiness engulfed me in such a painful manner.

Backtrack: See, I write happy entries when I am happy but what my readers fall short to see is what happens in between my happy moments- pen them I did not.

This shall be the time.

I blamed PMS these past few weeks for my sudden mood swings and truth be told, an iota of that was one of many reasons. But after reading it up for quite a bit, it’s pretty plain to see that I was depressed. After all, a PMS can only last so long.

I stayed home whenever I was in Singapore and socializing seemed inept at that point of time. Not to mention, sobbing I did for that’s the only way to keep the sanity in check. But in silence I cried. It was my solace. No one needed to know.

That guy who shall not be named was the root of it all, so there. A surprise look at this point is unnecessary, I gather? Honest to God, I’ll be fine, I hope- I have faith, or what’s left of it.

Tonight the date and I decided to hang out at Clarke Quay and well, to catch up mostly. It was awhile since we last had a date, or I had a date at that (because I was gung ho on getting back with you-all-know-who then. Ho well.)

It was nice to be appreciated once more and I thought that day was bliss. It didn’t last long of course for moments later I broke down a lil. All you need is a simple SMS to cry, really. It broke my heart.

All these times, I was always supportive of my loved ones. Ready for a fight, anytime, because that’s what love do. I didn’t care if they’re right or wrong; the main thing was to be there for them. It was only human. At this point, I can confidently say I have strangers as enemies yet I don’t give a hoot about it. Why? All because of loyalty to the loved one, such a beautiful passion it is.

But tonight I was truly disappointed; I can’t even marshal my thoughts into words.

I lost some loved ones along the way. I did favors; bought things overseas for them (hoping they’d return the favor by paying me back. Those things has labels, mind you) loaned money and my things (a friend in need is a friend indeed? With those money I could buy me a Chanel bag) only to have them slowly drift away from my life. I kept quiet. Hurt I was but good riddance to that lot I dare to say.

Even so, it didn’t hurt as bad as a betrayal. There you were, up to fight tooth and nail, another loved one of yours failed to do the same. It was a truly sad moment for me.

I was glad the date was there to be a listening ear. Ironically, Cuz Kat and Aunt Ana’s presence too helped a lot that night. Cousin listened to what I have to say and Aunt Ana boosted my morale. Who would have thought?

Still, I couldn’t push away the seething anger plaguing in my mind. I tried to talk, laugh and be merry with ‘em lot last night yet my heart couldn’t follow suit. The date and I left soon after.

And here I am, desperately needing to put this torrent of words in my blog with the hopes that I’d feel better. No such luck.

I just pray that I still stay loyal to my loved ones because that’s what I’m good at. Is it worth it? I'll let God decide. I forgive but I never, never forget.

Let this entry be my witness.

cinta
fasyalba

(68) Buffalo Wings, Make it Level 3

2009-08-05T11:30:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

It was Aisha’s birthday. Anything that significant called for a toast. We did it just fine.

Funny, Aisha and I flew together back then in December to Abu Dhabi. She brought along the ever so tak malu diva, Natassja, and we three hit it off instantaneously.

Months later, we met again and another history had been created. We three ventured to somewhere new. A delight.

Movie was such a nice touch, I'm glad it happened.

Oh oh oh, by the by, Buffalo wings level 3 was spicy enough. Anything hotter, I might have to strip naked. Not so bad an idea though considering the fact that the place was busy with private jets. Who knows, my prince charming’s just waiting for that opportunity.

Ha-di-ha.

End of gibberish talk.

Crazy has a whole new meaning now.

cinta
fasyalba

(67) Sizzling Hot

2009-08-04T15:15:00.001-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

The weather was hot. It was said the temperature hit another notch of 38ºC. Blimey. Indirectly, God wanted to give me a preview, if you know what I mean.

I stepped out of the aircraft and immediately, droplets of sweat formed on my forehead. I whined annoyingly to my colleague who mirrored the same sentiment as yours truly. I could do nothing else. If I hear another Singaporean complain about the hot weather here in our sunny country, I am so gonna throw him/her to Dubai. Those who were there would second the aforementioned.

Yes. Dubai Dubai, you could’ve melted my brain, God love a duck.

The first day had me hanging out with the guys because the ladies wanted to hide in their rooms. Knowing my itchy backside, I had to go out and hours later we were seen chilling out in the pub. Too bad the suggestion of heading to the club was dismissed. Pffft.

The next day proved to be worthier. Tiffany and Aman became my company and we did the craziest thing! Amidst the blistering high temperature, we peeps went to the desert. Ok, ladies and gentlemen, gasp now if you must. -_-

Oh my goodness, we didn’t know we could survive the heat but survive the heat we did. *chuckles* Our determination was absolute I dare to say. It was definitely a few good dirhams spent. The vehicle went over the “hills and valleys” of the desert and listen, the excitement is on par with roller coaster rides. It was awesome I tell you.

Dinner was buffet in the middle of the desert and belly dancer kept us entertained. I had so much fun it was a shame we had to leave the next day. It was also a delight to have the German dudes as companions despite ‘em sucking badly in English. I might as well have been talking to a toddler for all the response it did me. Booo.

Now boo hoo another time for my photos are in the hands of Tiffany so please make do with the ones in my camera aye.

And I end here.

cinta

fasyalba

(66) And the Pops turned 55.

2009-07-29T12:20:00.001-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

It was father’s birthday. We ate. Bali Thai was our chosen restaurant once again.

The End.

And I am feeling so shitty right now. As you can see from my recent pictures, my photos are plagued with me with super thick make-up. Urgh!

Minah here is undergoing serious treatment on the face. And I die die don’t wanna go out of the house scaring the lights off everyone hence I’m trying to cover up every inch of pimple with foundation and powder. So please for the sake of love and humanity, be extra nice to me. PMS aint helping one bit, God bless PMS.

Yea, eyebags wanted some attention too so alas to panda-looking me.

I need a gun right now.

cinta
fasyalba

(65) I wanna Rock & Roll

2009-07-26T05:38:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie….

SO the plan was to spend time with each other and see how things would go. Plan excuted. Fail, no, but successful was far from it.

Because I was all excited to meet him, we exchanged messages while I was in the cab. Lovely. Giddy like a teenage schoolgirl I was. Upon meet up, blastedly, his first words were “ Wah, new top and jacket seh…. Eh asal make-up dier macam hantu?”

Ahhh….. just like old times. He just couldn’t let me go without a criticism. And I asked myself how come I still love him. Blah, I know, so rhetorical, even for me. -_-

The works of a date thereafter, movie and lunch included, and as the night proceeded, an argument soon sparked. Again, same old same old.

Tears and some mean words later, he gave me the old dinosaur hug and we back to being a sickening lovey dovey couple, or date, whatever makes the world go round.

I miss this. He brings out the evil in me, if there such be.

Next day, he fetched me from the airport. The plan: To have dinner and then, have me a glass of Shirley Temple while listening to the band at Acid Bar.

T’was not to be, evidently. Met up with the cousins along with Khai and Hafiz O at Clarke Quay and a can of coke later (for me and Cuz Nur of course, the rest had chilled beer) we were laughing away like our lives depended on it.

With my so dressed-down-attire, we decided to pay China One a visit, only because some of us had itchy backsides. And like the norm, “the rest goes without saying”. Yea, I’m cool like that.

I so wanna rock and roll with my cousins again. I love.

cinta
fasyalba

(64) I'm such a FOOL for you...

2009-07-23T05:44:00.000-07:00

dearest

Lin

Azreen
Dina

Lyn

My Baby

Avidreader

Aisha

Cuz Ctea

Raudah

Deena

Eera

Ayu

Wawa

Beauillusion and

mr & mrs bloggie....

I am so touched, no words could describe it. I really thank you for the well-wishes and happy tags but for now, Juls and I are well….. dating dating only. This time he’s the one playing hard to get. I am a sucker for games though. We'll see how far my patience can go aye.

He’s an idiot. Remind me again why I'm not letting this one go that easily.

And no, we’re not together. What can I do… quit my job to please him? No way.

Ho well. Only time will determine… For now, I dunnolah.

cinta
fasyalba

(63) ILY

2009-07-18T09:29:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie….

It has been a year since MJ, or should I say Juls, (the same old bugger himself) and I broke up. We’ve been dating around, misbehaving, toying with people’s feelings only to realize we cannot live without each other. Revolting, I agree. That's the way we work.

I heard stories about him that would make my bile freeze and I reckon my soap opera drama was none the wiser. I wouldn’t say I’m proud per se but hey, tit for tat.

Because I wanted a clean start, (one year is enough for me to misbehave, aye?) I decided I ought to quit this game and settle down. Also, both his family and mine were rooting for us to get back together. Aha, problem solved there.

Bare in mind now I have or tried real hard to dismiss the guys in my life for that twit. Still skeptic over the idea of another commitment, I pushed all negative thoughts aside to be with him. Fragile as the heart might seem, I opened it up again all in the name of the 4-bloody letter word. Yea, we even discussed about marriage. Surprise surprise.

So how come suddenly he tells me out of nowhere that it is over between us? That he is insecure of our status?! Why would my salary be an issue now, a barrier so to speak? I thought of all people, he’d be the one whooping for joy. Bullocks.

He had seen me when I was at my best, and certainly at my very worst. Back when I was a student, so broke and poor were we that we had to share money for a pack of cigarettes, yea sometimes we shared a packet of beehoon too.

I remembered when I first got to know him, he wanted to sell his handphone to bring me watch ‘Catwoman’. I had a boyfriend then mind you. If not for my nephew, Bani, (his good friend by the way) I wouldn’t know. I dunno bout you guys, but sod it, the thought of him sacrificing his high tech hp had me like melted butter. Shame on me.

We had saved every cent to buy expensive gifts for one another. Gucci became our obsession then. He bought me the bag, I got him that effing overpriced pair of shoes. And the lil gadgets in between. I was supporting myself with school and he was in NS hey. But we were too over the moon to care. Everything I do, I do it for you.

He gave me money, when I first started my career in this line, so I could buy my make-up stuff because I only had enough money for transport. He told me not to give up and to do well. “You must soar ok Kuku…”

He quit soccer for that period of time because I persuaded him to get a diploma. He did it more for me than anything else. I am still so proud of him, I can't even parse it to a syllable. And true to his character, he is now taking his car license to impress me fat me.

But all this time what he failed to see was I loved him for loving me, and being there for me when no one would. It was not the gifts that made me stick to him, it was the pain he went through to get me what I wanted. Come on, he worked in Banquet to sell kuih that paid him $3.50 per hour so he could buy me a S$1.2k bag. You do the math.

I’m telling you now mr & mrs bloggie, writing it out here just doesn’t come close to the mark, but I hope that you would at least have an idea.

I needed a year break to see what I wanted in life and you know what, he was there right in front of me. It’s just a shame both of us are love juveniles, we ended up cheating on each other. Over and over and over again. Sick bastards, we.

So please, for the love of sanity, can somebody shoot us already?

I am not rich Zulkifly Kamal, neither am I that high-maintenance a woman. I still am the grumpy, insecure girl who stamps her feet to get you to listen to her. That annoying girl you fell in love with, ya, I'm here. Present. Just that this time, that ignorant girl has extra money in her account. And you always make me happy, more oft than not. Don't doubt us please. Let money come and go. I rather be poor with you, than be rich with someone else. Like you said all these years…. “ Don’t care about the weather, as long as we’re together.” Remember or not Juls?

I can take rejection the same as the next girl so I guess if we're not meant to be, we're just not meant to be. Nevertheless, I still love you, then and now. Nothing can change that fact Mr Juls. Gwen sang it herself, "After all that we've been through, I know we're cool..."

My love would demand no less.

I love you bodoh.

cinta
fasyalba

(62) Miss Farah

2009-07-14T12:38:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Ever since I was young, I wanted to be a teacher. I thought I have what it takes; the passion for teaching that’s, if not more. No doubt, the love for children was far from it. So tonight my skill was put to the test.

“Kak Caca, can you teach me malay spelling later?” Fiqri asked me meekly.

On the bed sister, Fiqri and I sat. Minutes later, my prettyboy was seen crying. His long lashes were wet with tears. Tears that were caused by me. Me for crying out loud! Me who was always giving in to his every wimp and fancy. Me who sayang sayang him!

And to think my sister was known to be the fiercest teacher in her school, I assumed I was the contrary. It was not to be evidently. Gahh… I’m always the nice one god love a duck!

Ok, so I raised my voice a bit, just a tad aye. I was patient, mind you. I asserted a bit of sternness to make him remember better. I did it for the best of reasons. And it was malay spelling. You cannot do better than your own mother tongue. Distinction doesn’t drop from the sky. Doesn’t mean it’s remotely impossible now. Piece of shortcake.

I dreaded homework because Mother used to beat me when I was younger. Bloody “Wahid and Ahmad” I couldn’t read out and what have you, a spanking like no other from the angel herself.

I know what pressure is. I grow up with pressure. Pressure has its boons. You just have to suffer some. With a single mother then, you just cannot afford (literally too sometimes) to do badly in school. But if not for the beatings and scolding, I wouldn’t get as far as a diploma. And before you go on by saying “Only?” let’s not forget that I have to fully support myself to even get that piece of cert from SP. SHeesh.

Fiqri’s lucky violence will not be inculcated as far as his learning go. So he has it good. But that didn’t stop him from merajok-ing with me lah. The nerve of that boy! Father pacified him and asked him to apologize to teacher here.

He didn’t budge one bit. He sulked somemore, with that cute pout of his, and a forlorn look that begged to be comforted and eyes… those eyes… like a docile kitten pleading to be loved…. ANYWAY... In the end, finally he wanna meow meow to me again. Tau takot.

Bleurgh.

I realize that maybe I’m not born to be a teacher after all. And sadly, the feeling hurts. Pray, what EXACTLY am I born to do then?

*and she wonders*

cinta
fasyalba

(61) Chocolate Mint

2009-07-13T10:30:00.000-07:00

“FARAH FASYA, don’t tell me you just woke up wor! I meeting Gladis at 3 o’clock. You better don’t be late!!!”

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

As usual, I was fashionably late. Thirty minutes past four had me standing outside Paragon, displaying my best sunniest smile to batchmates, Kenny and Glad while I silently pray for my life to be spared. They can be vicious when they want to and Kenny’s bitchfit is downright scary. Understatement people.... an understatement….. Ha-ha. *hugs my sleeping partner and winks winks mentel-ly at him*

Too bad they love this minah here, known to all for giving ‘janji melayu’. But they love me all the same. Right guys? *fakes a laugh for distraction*

I truly had an awesome time. I always do. Tea time with them is forever and a week delightful, laughing gas not required I can assure you. Not to say I am the funniest but well, I’d like to think I am so there. Love me tender guys.

It’s hard for us three to meet on a daily basis because our schedules clash but I can tell you this much, every second spent was godsent. I am not kidding you. Needless to say, they will be here in my heart for awhile, I wouldn't want anything to change. Let this be my oath guys. (Touched or not Kenny?)

So avid reader cum sleeping partner, I promise you this; SHOULD you decide to act macho and quit this job, we’ll still have tea together and buy each other stuff. I will forever be your friend with benefits. (Forgive my pun there.)

Much love.

MJ fetched me hours later and soon, batchmates and I parted ways. With a glass of Shirley Temple next, date and I were seen seated at Acid Bar, just enjoying our moment together and listening to the acoustic rhythms of Flyz, or so he was called. Yea, of all the names in the world, what were the odds? -_-

It was a wonderful date. Because we were the only customers, alongside two more, the singer was practically dedicating love songs to us. How very apropos. It was a nice feeling to be loved and the candles illuminating the room was a nice touch to set the mood. Was I in love? Ahhh… Don’t you just? Ha.

To end the night, we had seafood with my Cuz Ctea and fiancé Hafiz O. A great finale if I may say so myself. Unnecessary details I’m sure this is but let this be penned down please. Just because aye.

And there you have it ladies and gentlemen. A simple day spent by a 23 year old lady who is in love with strawberry shortcakes.

The End.

cinta
fasyalba

(60) And I got me a lil kitten.

2009-07-12T07:23:00.000-07:00

“You see, our lives are not that glamorous, lots of us drink too much, we all socialize on week nights because weekends off are practically unheard of….”

dear mr & mrs bloggie….

4:50am saw the plane touching down, god bless the earlier-than-the-scheduled-arrival-time.

Boy, was I eager to get home and wake my mother up to give her a hug.

Imagine my delight when I got into the house and saw my lil devil sleeping peacefully on the bed. Yes, looking at ‘em photos, some of you might have figured out by now that the mentioned is none other than my pretty boy, Fiqri, whom I just got to know just now, is officially staying with us, my room at that. My joy, truly. Please, do picture it.

Mother prepared me a big breakfast and we did a lil catching up. Ahhh…. Home sweet home. Love mother love. With a full stomach, the shame! I slept throughout the day, fatigue setting in quite mercilessly. It was a long day, so to speak. I was awakened hours later by a pair of crinkly eyes and a cheeky smile to accompany that lovely face.

A pleasant treat you might say. With him seated on my bed, greeting me while I lay down there like a deadweight and hearing my sister said “ He kept asking for Kak Caca” was the cream of the crop, (or shortcake) to brighten up my groggy day.

As you can see from the pictures above, he did a lil posing, with no help from sister and I (he’s a true born model) showing off his new clothes that sister had bought.

I was a tad bummed initially since sister didn’t tell me he’d be moving in that early. I would’ve definitely spent a few of my kachings to shop in LA for his stuff. I was thinking Polo Raulph Lauren for kids. They were having Sale, mind you. Urgh, he would’ve looked so cute in one.

Yea yea I’m in love. Bite me.

Syukur Alhamdulilah that sister managed to adopt him. I am one happy god-auntie! And he's my new kitten. I'll save that for another day. Heh.

So that’s the Fiqri story.

Another subject fit for discussion that made me in high spirits today came from a mail addressed to Nurfarah Fasya.

My very first online purchase! And it came in the form of a book. Ya uh! I finally broke ANOTHER virginity of mine. (Pun intended for laughing purposes so excuse me if it didn’t cater to your sense of humor)

La di da.

My greatest gratitude to Mya for selling me the book and had me laughing aloud like a goon while mother gave me a ‘my-daughter’s-retarded’ look from afar as I started on the first page.. Worth every penny this one. Her witty lines mirrored my very sentiments. An instant connection between author and yours truly.

A must read. Kan Mya kan.

Ack… Ok, whatever Farah.

Unless you wanna roll your eyes from clockwise to anti-clockwise direction, I reckon I bid my leave now. And to resume with my reading of course.

Till my next strawberry shortcake story!

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fasyalba

(59) Santa Monica

2009-07-10T03:32:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

So, I ended up being the silly girl yet again. I was so confident my trip to LA was six days, only to find out it was eight. If not for my fellow colleague who told me, yea he was in disbelieve with my ignorance, I wouldn't know. (-_-) A joy it was for me hey, but I shan’t say it as it is; I don’t want to trigger any animosity from you folks. Heh.

Santa Monica alongside Hollywood I saw (Nope, Jessica Alba wasn’t around wretchedly and Michael Jackson’s funeral wasn’t that nearby) and malls after malls I visited. I dare to say money was well-spent. Period.

I thought it stopped there. But I thought wrong. I spared a penny not as the second last day had me another four digits lesser within two hours. It is scary if you get to see how I spent but it’s enlightening when you take a glance at my shopping bags. *grins bimbotically ala Paris Hilton*

Pictures were not taken for I was THAT busy so just take my word for it this time. I was blessed with colleagues who were super great (and super senior). *chuckles* We drove around with a temperamental GPS and hot juicy gossips became our source of entertainment. Not to mention, the beautiful beaches. Think O.C.

I miss home, family and cousins believe you me but I don’t wanna leave just yet. Still, work is work afterall. Tomorrow I’ll be making my way back to sunny Singapore. Four days total I’m all yours peeps. You can bet my time would be spent with my MJ. (People who are aware who he is, please keep it hush hush aye. Teheeee)

So, stay tuned for a better entry. Pray tell, there will be one.

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Don’t count on it. Ack.

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fasyalba

(58) China One

2009-07-03T23:04:00.000-07:00

dear future sons & daughters of mine…

Mommy is very sorry mommy does naughty stuff. Before long mommy is gonna have flabby stomach and sagging breasts, thanks to you guys. No, mommy not complaining, mommy just wanna make sure you understand that mommy is only young once. Now is the only time for mommy to let loose. Please do not follow mommy’s footsteps, or your aunties for that matter. Mommy gets crazy when we cousins meet. Mommy works hard to have a better future for you brats. Mommy has to party hard too. Agree or not? I love you children. Make me proud.

If you children are wondering how you get your oval-shaped face, just look at your Aunties and me. It runs in the family. Let's just hope you inherit their better genes and not mine. Mommy loves you.

Mommy prays hard you don't meet Auntie Sharifah when she's drunk. Perempuan giler this woman. But Mommy loves her coz she's mommy's crazy partner.

Mommy doesn't smoke. Mommy only posing -posing with that stick. Don't you dare try eh mommy warning you now.

Come give mommy a hug.

cinta
your ‘Hot Mommy’

(for now)

(57) To dance or not to dance... Drunk.

2009-06-24T23:08:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I pray my children won’t stumble upon this blog of mine.

I insist.

MY LIFE

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fasyalba

(56) I left my heart....in SAN FRANCISCO

2009-06-23T17:15:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Remember weeks back, on my last minute trip to San Francisco, I mentioned about cycling? Turns out, we drove there instead. I was utterly excited to have smelled the air of Golden Gate Bridge. Yes, THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE bah!

Last year, I cycled there, or so I had thought. Took many a pictures, posed like it was the greatest invention ever only to find out it was the wrong bridge. My colleague, Jess and I cycled to Bay Bridge instead. *smacks forehead once again* We were so cocksure, until we had to return our bikes, we then realized salah wor. Yeah, silly girls with nothing but intuition as maps. Gah.

So this time, Frisco saw us taking a ride to the famous Golden Gate Bridge and a short trip to Muir Woods. Just so you know, I managed to see the tallest tree in the world there! Ya uh… I’m cool like that yo.

And because I am known to be lazy, I shall live up to my reputation and end here with pictures. Toodles~

cinta

fasyalba

(55) Happy People.

2009-06-22T10:03:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Just now, I had my Grande Caramel Latte with my favourite peeps- oh dear cousins. I suppose saying I love them all would be so not new hence let me just save you the agony of rolling your eyes by displaying the happy pictures we happy people took.

By the way, there was this one annoying son-of-a-gun who was seated beside our table supposedly “teased” Cuz Kat in malay, thinking she didn’t understand. Mind, he was obnoxious and rude. Not funny, to boot. When Kat asked him "What?", he covered it up by saying a totally different thing altogether, interpreted it in English lah konon. What have you, triggered my mean streak, it did.

Just like the old times during poly days, (Note to my baby Ina: Awak, back me up on this. Kheh.), I did what I did if people bugged my loved ones. I “ribbed” him back in return. I was nice enough to be indirectly direct, if you take my meaning.

Let’s just say Shrek and Fatty Bom Bom had it good back then too. *snarls* Bitch fit!

Salasaaa partner, I protect you k. *hugs hugs Cuz Ka-te-ri-na tight tight*

Next.

Ho well, all's well that ended well.

cinta

fasyalba

(54) Back at one.

2009-06-21T15:28:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Only he would think of giving me such a song. I am definitely back to square one. This time, it’s even harder to say NO to. I need a change. But I also need him. :(

Lyrics | David Cook lyrics - Come Back To Me lyrics

No prize for guessing who now, do we?

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fasyalba

(53) InSOmNiA

2009-06-16T09:55:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I did the works- shopping, sight-seeing, chilling and clubbing, to name a few. To be called up for such a wonderful flight of San Francisco via Hong Kong was godsend. Wretchedly, me being me, I chose to be lazy; so much so all the pictures were taken using my colleagues’ cameras errr.... so me show you no pictures now. Apologies aye aye.

Okay, to be fair, to compensate for my supposed hiatus of this blog, I shall, mr & mrs bloggie, post some photos taken (using my camera at that) during our session of dancing. Singaporeans here call it clubbing. Heh heh heh.

What can I say, of all the clubs I have been to around the world, or Asia to be more specific, Hong Kong’s INSOMNIA happened to be the one where I was surrounded by 99% Caucasians. For that drunkard moment then I truly thought I was back in San Francisco. It was not evidently. -_- But it was altogether awesome! Everything was fun to the mah!

Why? Because my Indonesian partner, Eva and I boogied hard. And ang mohs there dig crazy chicks. Beats me, I have not a clue why. *fakes laugh* So it was a hell of a night for us. I have to add however, even with the alcohol pumping up my gears at odd moments, I had to slow my pace a bit to avoid getting a heart attack, which, as you guys might have guessed, could result in a me-kidnap, oh God forbid.

So here ‘em pictures go…..

I was constantly eating 24/7, blame it on Miss Bloody Mary for working up such an appetite yet every few minutes, that I had me a few pounds loaded. It was so terrible that when I took a look at the pre-clubbing shots, I had to rush back to the hotel to have me a change of outfit. Yea, my emergency clubbing attire. Do you guys feel me, eh? *analytical girl smiles shyly*

That checkered-top guy looks familiar coz I partied with him in Dubai months back. What were the odds that I stumbled upon him there in Hong Kong. We colleagues don't roam far I daresay. *chuckles*

So there you have it. Some decent pictures of me old me. Perhaps the next entry will be filled with more decent ones k. Thank you for reading this one though! *smiles happily*

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fasyalba

(52) Jetlag

2009-06-09T23:59:00.000-07:00

dear mr & mrs bloggie…

I picked up the phone and dialed the number, unsure whether the day after I was to fly to anywhere. Hesitant, for a minute I was.

What have you, 24 hours later I was safely in Hong Kong.

And now, God bless 48 hours, I’m tucked under the bedcovers here in San Francisco.

Aint fate a funny tale.

Off to bed now. Little girl needs her rest.

Tomorrow I’m going cycling.

Hopefully this time I get to the right bridge. God forbid I’d be THAT silly twice.

Have a good day and a good night mr & mrs bloggie…

Pictures soon I hope.

*skips like a happy schoolgirl*

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fasyalba