it's my dad's birthday today. being daddy's girl (i can see some rolling their eyes already), i went to get cake at the royals. we love cake! after fighting my way in the train and finally earning a seat on the bus, the cake managed to remain intact. phew! i half-expect it to be penyek (flat in malay) by the time i reach home. being the annoying lets-cut-the-cake person, i was incessantly asking my dad to open the present, cut the cake and pose for the camera.


cutting the yummy-licious cake!


the present i bought. many thanks to he who helped me scour for it. :)

today's celebration was done sans my two bros. this sat will be the 'official' one. will prolly sit down and go makan somewhere. so yeah. it's the family tradition.

anyways, i think my dad is psyched that i'm playing tennis. tomorrow with the babysitters! it'll be a riot. i think we're nuts. just cause the heat is torturous lately. heck. i've been wanting to play for ages. french open basically got me into my carpe diem mode. and now it's wimbledon. i've been missing the first few days cause of my finals. still no sign of robredo. i nearly went beserk when i 'thought' i saw him just now. but it was lopez.

when times are bad, always turn to sunny, feel-good tunes for comfort. the thrills is my panadol. been listening to 'don't steal our sun' over and over again. i love the thrills! they happy, sunshine-y folks. i like. conor, you sound like a girl but you're prolly the only hairy dude i dig. seriously. the thrills make me giddy. like skip to my lou kinda happy. i slept late last night, cut short my revision so i can watch their video clips on youtube. and that changed my mood for the next day. oh ya, the background music is one of their songs. so, enjoy!

even the suckiest day don't mean nothing when you're greeted by this.


it's cheaky and manis! huggies! argh. i love them to pieces.


my pillow, manis doing her best 'i am walrus' impression. simply adorable.


the three morons standing at the gate. trying to 'catch' the birds outside my door. yeah, my dad feed the birds in the morning. hmm.. wonder where my love for animals came from?

another one bites the dust.

one more old bird is leaving the store. just as the other one is trying to settle into her new job. so,what am i left with? i swear, 90% of the old-timers are all gone. more leaving soon i assume. might as well prepare myself. when i got the news from is, can't help but sigh. my dear friend started out with me. about two freakin years ago! we went to the classes together. we got lost together. we love cats. and we were part of the weekend warriors. it's a sinking feeling. and i don't want to divulge on that.

i'm usually good with change. but i can't help but miss the way we 'old' dogs do our work. it's the cohesion that can never be replaced. we work well together. the gotong royong-ness. it's like a silent understanding. we don't need to tell the other what we need. next thing we know, it's being offered to us. it's nice to know i've got my back covered when working with the old timers. right now, i can't imagine not having them around. it'll be so different. i hate not having the comfort of having you folks with me during slams. argh. it sucks.

i don't get too close to people cause of this very reason. it hurts more when they leave. as much as it sucks, i wish them all the best. i've got about a year to go. who knows how many more departures i have to sit through before mine? like i say, i'm generally good with people leaving starbucks. but this one. is the hardest goodbye.

everybody knows
it sucks to grow up
and everybody does
it's so weird to be back here
let me tell you what
the years go on and
we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
you'll try and try and one day you'll fly
away from me

this semester is the shit. honest to god. all of us are literally walking zombies. i feel like im in land of the dead. with ayam as the ringleader. i love zombie movies - it's not even funny. think george romero. bedtime is around 3 to 4am in the morning. with class starting at 9am. i'm not kidding. silent chaos, that's how i label it. i'm not the kind to holler to the whole wide world about my suffering(s), just cause i never see the need to tell. and if i do, you mean something to me. somehow.

lately, i can't help but wonder to myself, 'i don't know anyone anymore.' i will never get those who purposely withhold information regarding themselves from their friends. things they feel that would shed a bad light. c'mon, friends are supposed to share things with each other. if you don't tell each other what's going on with your life, what would connect the two of you? even the lastest band that you're digging or a useless crush can make a huge difference. the key word is knowing. even the littlest things should be shared. isnt't that how friendships work? or maybe that's just how i think it should be.

correct me if i'm wrong. if you share stuff with someone, doesn't it bring them closer to you? i've never felt close to anyone i didn't have anything to say to. that's just odd. there's always something. as i contemplate, i seriously don't know some of my friends. not that i don't care to get to know them. one-sidedness doesn't work. it takes two. if you don't tell me, how would i know? and if you feel that i'm doing this to you, it means something. either i don't trust you enough or i don't think you'll ever get it. ever.

i'm not usually emo. i don't dig the whole everybody-hates-me or there's-no-place-in-this-world-for-me kind of thinking. it's a waste of time. right now, nothing makes sense. uncertainty breeds suspicion. i don't want to be around some. mainly because i don't think i need to be surrounded by negativity. toxic friends? they cause me frustration. i only want to be surrounded by people who care. those who believe in hopes and dreams. are they anyone left with faith anymore? the world is too depressing. everyone is either complaining or wanting to have things they can't have. we might as well be dead.

without carl barat, i'll be in a worse state. thank you for singing the words that have been ringing in my head. translating my thoughts into your lyrics. oh, dirty pretty things.

2 words to describe how i'm feeling right now.

excited giler.

why?

cause i've got 3 kyo cds. like wtf kan?! and how much did i pay for all the cds? 17 bucks. i kid you not. i'm giddy right now. to think that i was willing to fork 40 bucks for their '2004 cd'. hah. i'm psyched! i love kyo! i want to see them live in france la. anyways, i got manis to pose with the cd.


cute eh? she was giving me the wtf look.



on another note, i stole this from is. feel free to steal it from me, folks.

Q: NAME A FRIEND WHOSE NAME STARTS WITH THE LETTER "S"
A: sandeep (my bestfwen - hurhur!)

Q: NAME A FRIEND WHOSE NAME STARTS WITH AN "A"
A: azmie depp, ainil

Q: NAME A FRIEND WHOSE NAME STARTS WITH THE LETTER "C"
A: caca, cindy

Q: 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALLS:
A: no idea. i deleted the list. i know, i'm anal.

Q: DO YOU CHEW ON STRAWS?
A: not as much as i pretend to use them as mock ciggies.

Q: DO YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR?
A: nope

Q: WHAT IS THE NEXT CONCERT YOU'RE GOING TO?
A: the cure?! wishing and hoping.. *fingers crossed is*

Q: WHO IS THE COOLEST PERSON IN YOUR LIFE?
A: everyone is cool in their own perverse way. seriously. you can't limit one's idiosyncracies.

Q: WHAT WORD DO YOU SAY A LOT?
A: like, oh really? and what the hell?!

Q: WHAT WAS THE LAST FOOD YOU ATE?
A: long john silver's

Q: WHAT WAS THE LAST DRINK YOU DRANK?
A: mineral water

Q: WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU CHATTED WITH ONLINE?
A: mima

Q: DO YOU WATCH TV?
A: TV is my LIFE! i swear, i'll die without it. and no, i'm not kidding. i'm fine with being a couch potato.

Q: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIE DARKO?
A: i did. i only remember a bunny, jake when he was super young. ooh.. and that dude from phantom planet. yes?

Q: DO YOU HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW?
A: hell no. got work tho. blah.

Q: EVER GONE HUNTING?
A: like for cds? or magazines with my favourite people on the cover. tough life.

Q: IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?
A: it'll be nice. but i ain't fretting over it.

Q: WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING RIGHT NOW?
A: sleep? no. start on my marketing assignmnt, maybe.

Q: DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?
A: tons. embarassing ones some more.

Q: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?
A: very much. i'm a visual person. enough said.

Q: ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?
A: yeah. you've got to place the alarm clock right beside my ear. like directly. not kidding.

Q: DO YOU CLEAN UP NICE?
A: i'm a lazy girl. but i do pay attention sometimes. mood is the key factor. i need to start caring.

Q: LAST TIME YOU USED A SKATEBOARD?
A: never. can you believe it?

Q: WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU SLEPT BESIDES YOUR HOUSE?
A: in the bus. all the time.

Q: BEST MOVIE YOU'VE SEEN IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS?
A: i thought zodiac was nice. abit draggy but i'm not complaining. cause robert downey jr. rocks!

i was planning to blog about the trip to the catteries but my inner fangirl was screaming TOMMY hotass ROBREDO all day long! it's like. i'm in class doodling. more on that, like.. never! french open has ended. nadal won his third trophy. i was gunning for federer. just cause i'm big on carving history. i'm waiting for him to win the last grand slam to make it fab four. so yeah. next year maybe? so, where was i? hmm.. yes, tommy. the top ten seed who's not a household name. i thought that was harsh. but it's true.

as mentioned in my previous entry, i'm a tennis whore. i love the game. my favourite players are sebastien grosjean and mary pierce. i especially dig wimbledon. maybe cause it's a grass court. and when the players fall, they won't hurt as much. but today, i'm going to talk all about tommy robredo.

the spaniard is great to watch. i'm always inclined to the underdogs. think goran. gawd, that was phenomenal. and when he lost to federer, my heart went to him. i don't go ooh.. aah.. over him. i just think he needs the credit he deserve. he plays well. like hard. but graceful. which is rare nowadays. every player is either physical or annoyingly angsty. besides, he won like tons of brownie points over the week. he speaks like perfect english. with emphasis on the weirdest words. he speaks french! oui! ooh, ooh.. he's got the kinda hair i like on guys. long and au naturale!





not without the tennis pictures!



sorry, to the tennis idiot(s). i forget i speak a different language when i start yabbering about sports. i swear none of my friends watch tennis. that leaves me with dad. the one who got me interested in the game. YAY! i'll bring you to the australian open one day, pop. i promise. we'll bring mum. but if she falls asleep, she's not coming.

i think it's about time i start to play tennis. like for real. it's too late to turn pro. there goes ONE of my dream/fantasy. but it'll be fun to actually get on a court and train.

it's day 9 of the french open. how many games have i watched? zilch. why? cause this semester sucks. question of THE semester.

ARE WE DONE YET?!

i've got to catch the finals though. if not, i don't know what to say. what kind of a tennis whore am i? i'm looking forward to tommy robredo's match. is it showing, like now?

i'm listening to every freaking song i've got on my macbook. running out of space. cause i'm greedy. i've got velvet goldmine and possibly my most favourite episode from one tree hill in spanish. i feel dumb by the latter. so much more. i need to start deleting. but i'm a sentimental fool. i keep everything. which explains the layer upon layers of dust in my room. i'm too chicken shit to throw anything. even stuff that i don't need anymore. i think i need more storage space.

i've got dirty pretty things, bang bang you're dead on constant reply. carl barat is fug. what happened to you dude? thanks once again jools holland for the heads up. i love the show. if only i can remember on what day it's shown. no worries. i've always got my eyes on the bbc entertainment channel. if only you show robin hood. somehow, i can't sit still when watching it online. jonas is winning brownie points. like tons of em, right now.

watched pirates with xy yesterday. it wasn't that bad. the beginning was quite slow though. i had to force my eyes open from falling asleep. no, the movie wasn't sucky. i was tired from work and the seemingly endless mountain of assignments. the action was great though. question. am i the only one who thinks beckett is hot? as in, not physically. it's just the air about him. the arrogance is like WHOA! i actually felt really bad for him towards the end.

if i have a band of my own, i want it's name as kickass as el presidente. gawd. i just love the band's name la. i didn't even wait to hear their songs first lah. am now impulsively digging them. maybe cause they're scottish! hah. with a name like dante gizzi for lead singer, you can't go wrong.

i found a new artist to love. kurt halsey. to see his works, click HERE.

i've got it bad (and that ain't good).