Again, i didnt update my blog. But i do update my black book, so im sure of where ive been.
06/06/09 was a blast. my two years anniversary was spent with imran welcoming me into his life.
06/06/09 sprouts another love nest. dont worry guys. start with twigs and dead leaves first. renovate ur home over time.
This week, I want to:
1. Attend all of my lectures, without leaving after break. Or eat nasi lemak with Joey too long, and smoke too long.
2. Go to a book fair. Or borrow someone's book. Or buy a new book to read. I'm thinking of borrowing Che Guevara from Anna.
3. Go get nina kimi's sandals with Petunia this weekend.
4. Make a card for mom telling her how much i love her, and thank you for all the good food she's been sending me.
5. Paint, with all my heart, PAINT!
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Monday, June 01, 2009
I'm going to post a blog i'm going to post a blog i'm going to post a blog.
..but i dont know what to write.
I want to blog time i dah tua nanti.
I want to blog time i dah tua nanti.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
I was so scared!
I didnt have a lighter just now!
I ask all of you smokers.
HOW MANY GODDAMN TIMES U BUY LIGHTER CRICKET, ALLADDIN, YIPEE, YAHOO, AND THROUGHOUT THE YEARS OF SMOKING AND, after awhile, THEY GO FUCKING MISSING TO GOD KNOWS WHERE.
Why! This is even worse than my socks argument. Lighters going missing is like a constant plague that seems to irritate smokers. Even if they go missing, they haaaardly ever muncul again. Probably u'll find them in jeans pocket, in the deep core of ur handbag, but MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, they just run away!
The only logical thing I can think of is, that THERE IS AN UNDERGROUND PELARIAN FOR LIGHTERS THAT CANT STAND DOING THEIR JOB!
I think we should treat lighters with love and care. Give them names so that they'd feel important.
Btw, I had to light up my cigarette dekat api dapur. And I had to sprint across my house into my room. Kencang dada i, u know.
I ask all of you smokers.
HOW MANY GODDAMN TIMES U BUY LIGHTER CRICKET, ALLADDIN, YIPEE, YAHOO, AND THROUGHOUT THE YEARS OF SMOKING AND, after awhile, THEY GO FUCKING MISSING TO GOD KNOWS WHERE.
Why! This is even worse than my socks argument. Lighters going missing is like a constant plague that seems to irritate smokers. Even if they go missing, they haaaardly ever muncul again. Probably u'll find them in jeans pocket, in the deep core of ur handbag, but MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, they just run away!
The only logical thing I can think of is, that THERE IS AN UNDERGROUND PELARIAN FOR LIGHTERS THAT CANT STAND DOING THEIR JOB!
I think we should treat lighters with love and care. Give them names so that they'd feel important.
Btw, I had to light up my cigarette dekat api dapur. And I had to sprint across my house into my room. Kencang dada i, u know.
I KNOW......
... I've been such a bad friend.
Especially to those that brought me up. If you read this, you know who you are, and how much you've brought me up through me hardest, most traumatic, most extremely difficult times.
The times that i had trouble understanding a lot of things. You guys not just given me the answer, but always, always, reminded me that there is good behind every bad things that happenend. I wouldnt be the person I am today, if it werent for you my friends. Those sappy pathetic times we endured, those times getting excited and dancing on club punya bench, just to express our true colours. But most important of all, you brought out the best in me. You allowed me to show the weirdo in me, the wisdom in me. I learned the beauty of friendship, care, love, passion, dreams, and everything underneath the sun. Only you know, how I am a Mona Lisa. How i am seen in seperate ways. You saw who I really was. Your shoulders were the ones I run to.
You stood up for me when I was wrong. You stood up for me because you knew what I was, and what I can be. You did it all because you came along to show you care.
And now,
We're far apart.
I want to come back again.
Excuses arent enough to compensate why we're apart.
I am still the person you knew I was. No kidding. I am still an all rounder wacky. I am Alice Pieszecki. I am still peanut. I am still turtle.
If you somehow come across this, I want to take this oppurtunity on blogspot to show my greatest acknowledgement to all of you; Jehan Omar, Miriam Omar, and Sarah Saiful.
I do not regret what we've shared and came across.
Because back then, it was the first time I experienced Love.
Thank you for allowing me into your life. As a friend.
I love you.
Dianne Weirdo Peanut Turtle Tahir
Especially to those that brought me up. If you read this, you know who you are, and how much you've brought me up through me hardest, most traumatic, most extremely difficult times.
The times that i had trouble understanding a lot of things. You guys not just given me the answer, but always, always, reminded me that there is good behind every bad things that happenend. I wouldnt be the person I am today, if it werent for you my friends. Those sappy pathetic times we endured, those times getting excited and dancing on club punya bench, just to express our true colours. But most important of all, you brought out the best in me. You allowed me to show the weirdo in me, the wisdom in me. I learned the beauty of friendship, care, love, passion, dreams, and everything underneath the sun. Only you know, how I am a Mona Lisa. How i am seen in seperate ways. You saw who I really was. Your shoulders were the ones I run to.
You stood up for me when I was wrong. You stood up for me because you knew what I was, and what I can be. You did it all because you came along to show you care.
And now,
We're far apart.
I want to come back again.
Excuses arent enough to compensate why we're apart.
I am still the person you knew I was. No kidding. I am still an all rounder wacky. I am Alice Pieszecki. I am still peanut. I am still turtle.
If you somehow come across this, I want to take this oppurtunity on blogspot to show my greatest acknowledgement to all of you; Jehan Omar, Miriam Omar, and Sarah Saiful.
I do not regret what we've shared and came across.
Because back then, it was the first time I experienced Love.
Thank you for allowing me into your life. As a friend.
I love you.
Dianne Weirdo Peanut Turtle Tahir
Ice cream.
Ice cream, I'm quoting this from a book.
She was larger than life. Too large, as it turned out. But sometimes fate is mean in its portions of love, boldness; of heroism. The sweeping colours of the canvas are reduced to that irritating point precision of Seurat, the man with all the dots that join from a distance, when what one wants to is the audacity and eloquence of Michelangelo; that rare feeling that being alive is a grand, and glorious thing.
Theres an art to life. Some people have talent for it. A boundless hope illuminates them. Where others are vague and tentative, they have only sharp, clear edges. Energy soars; lights burn brighter when they enter a room.
Thats the thing you should know about Ice Cream.
She had that knack in spades.
She was larger than life. Too large, as it turned out. But sometimes fate is mean in its portions of love, boldness; of heroism. The sweeping colours of the canvas are reduced to that irritating point precision of Seurat, the man with all the dots that join from a distance, when what one wants to is the audacity and eloquence of Michelangelo; that rare feeling that being alive is a grand, and glorious thing.
Theres an art to life. Some people have talent for it. A boundless hope illuminates them. Where others are vague and tentative, they have only sharp, clear edges. Energy soars; lights burn brighter when they enter a room.
Thats the thing you should know about Ice Cream.
She had that knack in spades.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
But that butt make me me me so horny!
Fun facts about Dianne:
1. I like walking in the tile squares/triangles at shopping malls.
2. I like collecting things. I feel like i'm such a nurturing woman, i find it difficult to let ANYTHING go.
3. I sweat in places u can see. HAHAHA.
4. I like any form of furry pets. But i see them in different eyes once they start pooping or peeing at places they're not suppose to.
5. I always win at the first round of Royale- then i would lose horribly til the end.
6. I am sensitive. I am a delicate flower, really. *blushes*
7. I want to believe I can sing and serenade people to sleep.
8. I love, like theres no other love like mine.
9. I think more than I'm allowed to. I get into a daze easily.
10. I know theres a book waiting for me to write it. I just know it.
11. I find it difficult to get out of bed.
12. I am usually in college for the wrong reasons.
13. I am just like Alice Pieszecki - kan sarah, kan sarah, kan kan kan? Strangely, i dont know why.
14. I cry too okay.
15. I like owning broken, or mishaped things. I find it funky.
16. I dont like bathrooms that doesnt accomodate me with pipe getah to wash.
17. I have dark desires of being a stripper. Hehe.
18. I think taking care of a pet is a beautiful thing.
19. I like strange names.
20. I still sleep behind a fortress of pillows.
21. I always want to know The Reason.
1. I like walking in the tile squares/triangles at shopping malls.
2. I like collecting things. I feel like i'm such a nurturing woman, i find it difficult to let ANYTHING go.
3. I sweat in places u can see. HAHAHA.
4. I like any form of furry pets. But i see them in different eyes once they start pooping or peeing at places they're not suppose to.
5. I always win at the first round of Royale- then i would lose horribly til the end.
6. I am sensitive. I am a delicate flower, really. *blushes*
7. I want to believe I can sing and serenade people to sleep.
8. I love, like theres no other love like mine.
9. I think more than I'm allowed to. I get into a daze easily.
10. I know theres a book waiting for me to write it. I just know it.
11. I find it difficult to get out of bed.
12. I am usually in college for the wrong reasons.
13. I am just like Alice Pieszecki - kan sarah, kan sarah, kan kan kan? Strangely, i dont know why.
14. I cry too okay.
15. I like owning broken, or mishaped things. I find it funky.
16. I dont like bathrooms that doesnt accomodate me with pipe getah to wash.
17. I have dark desires of being a stripper. Hehe.
18. I think taking care of a pet is a beautiful thing.
19. I like strange names.
20. I still sleep behind a fortress of pillows.
21. I always want to know The Reason.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
i am the girl who owns a three legged cat!
Our first few takes.
He finally found comfort with Coco.
My baby Tripod is here with me now. After wrestling with him to take a picture, I finally managed to bribe it with cat food if he takes a decent picture on my webcam.
I'm so happy I want to scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tripod's presence is so much more important than my haircut. I lovesh you, Tripod Annox.
Friday, May 15, 2009
What might look..
as if I was pretending to read, I was actually reading okay!
I'm helping Imran to study for his A-levels, by reading his Tort book. Reading one full sentence is already making my eyes roll. I cant go read a page without going through the Cambridge dictionary atleast 50 times. Theres like a billion cases to remember. After reading about 35 pages of the chapter Negligence, I only remember three cases, Stevenson vs Donaghue, Watson vs British Boxing Board of Control, and the Spartan Steel vs Martin. Those cases happen to appear at the starting of the chapter introducing development of duties of care. I suppose I've been blind reading the rest. I'm going back to those of which I remember and I will continue this making-my-face-all-wrinkly journey, and I shall teach!
To those studying Law, my prayers goes to you.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I cant wait for Tripod.
I don't feel like blogging anything mind boggling or write, quotes Azzari "awesome entries that would make people want to put their thinking caps and then bitch around for hours on why they couldnt figure it out".
I'm starting classes again on Monday. I cant wait to get back to damansara, and bring Tripod along with me. Oh just so you know, Tripod is a three legged cat. He's a yellow tabby. He's such a miracle cat, being three legged and all. I will post up pictures once I pick it up on Saturday. I'm thinking Tripod will be my next new hobby. I want to save up money (or probably ask my parents...hahah) for vaccination and de-worming. I will play with it everyday, feed it more than its average requirement, keep his fur clean and healthy, give him one of those dog tags like Wolverine, and also hire Sarah as my Dr. Pet. I am also thinking of being Paris Hilton, carrying it around in a bag and scare Jehan with it. Which reminds me, I have to sort out my service yard, which looks like a resting place of deceased freedom fighters to make space for my new pet, since Diana and Jess arent used to cats. That sounds too nice, actually they're scared of cats to the extend they'd bring around pepper spray.
Also, I've come to realise, and calculated, I've been sober for 16 days. The last time my head was full, was on April 29th (the twisties wasabi incident), and ive been such a good girl since. I havent drank alcohol, consumed anything i shouldnt, even smoked up since. This can also be the reason of my very poor writing. *wink*
I'm starting classes again on Monday. I cant wait to get back to damansara, and bring Tripod along with me. Oh just so you know, Tripod is a three legged cat. He's a yellow tabby. He's such a miracle cat, being three legged and all. I will post up pictures once I pick it up on Saturday. I'm thinking Tripod will be my next new hobby. I want to save up money (or probably ask my parents...hahah) for vaccination and de-worming. I will play with it everyday, feed it more than its average requirement, keep his fur clean and healthy, give him one of those dog tags like Wolverine, and also hire Sarah as my Dr. Pet. I am also thinking of being Paris Hilton, carrying it around in a bag and scare Jehan with it. Which reminds me, I have to sort out my service yard, which looks like a resting place of deceased freedom fighters to make space for my new pet, since Diana and Jess arent used to cats. That sounds too nice, actually they're scared of cats to the extend they'd bring around pepper spray.
Also, I've come to realise, and calculated, I've been sober for 16 days. The last time my head was full, was on April 29th (the twisties wasabi incident), and ive been such a good girl since. I havent drank alcohol, consumed anything i shouldnt, even smoked up since. This can also be the reason of my very poor writing. *wink*
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I very much want..
Old Town White Coffee's french toast super badly. And I'm going to persue this fat filled, piece of yummy tomorrow morning at 10.00 am.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Look at my teeth!
Seeeeeeee!!!!! It's clean!!!!!!!!!! The visit to the dentist, was hands down, worth every bit of it! Thank you to those who helped me realise that my teeth are too ugly to be caught dead in public in. I'm back with the pain in my gums. Its always ironic whenever I just got back from a dentist visit, and the next two meals I eat are delicious (nasi ayam rempah for lunch, and sotong goreng for dinner). Sadly, its so painful to chew. So i end up gobbling everything in my mouth, use my saliva to moist the food, chew quickly, swallow, and wash down with water.
I'm super tired right now. I went to port dickson after lunch today. Ana invited us for jet ski. Me and imran drove baby satria all the way to p.d, convoy together gether with them. We arrived at p.d late in the evening, and it was too late for jet ski because the wave wasnt friendly. We had a boat ride instead. We watched the sunset. Yes, this is the ultimatum of mine and imran's conquest of finding a spot EVERY petang in putrajaya to watch the sunset. The boys got to have a dip in the sea. I dont think it would be wise if I jump, considering how lame my swimming skills are. Oh. i forgot, me and itek sang under the sea, and sort of did a musical, in the swimming pool, and the pak guard told imran to get us out of the pool because residence complained of the noise we were making..
Imran ordered sotong goreng tepung in a large amount for dinner. Everyone ate happily, but i was there deciding which jaw should i use to chew this thing down, and rolling my eyes as i did. Then we drove back to Bangi. Before dropping imran home, he cucuk card at petronas and my tank is full again. Horay.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
koo koo ka chu
I'm thinking.. i'm thinking i should change my webpage layout because i'm starting to get bored of how my layout looks like. Now i see Sarah blogging like a moron, and i'm not.
I have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 11. So this is it, goodbye funky teeth, hello proper brackets, rings, wires, and round rubber loop. After this, it will be difficult to eat again!!!!!!!!! It will be very very painful because i'm not extracting any tooth out. So it vibrates in a fix position. I will probably have a million blogs about the pain.
I have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 11. So this is it, goodbye funky teeth, hello proper brackets, rings, wires, and round rubber loop. After this, it will be difficult to eat again!!!!!!!!! It will be very very painful because i'm not extracting any tooth out. So it vibrates in a fix position. I will probably have a million blogs about the pain.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
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In relation to the previous post; whatever that needs to be done, is done. I'm very well happy i did it. I did my Intention walk! Okay, thats so Asiaworks, i'll rephrase that in a common language that can be shared; I did model a vertical red striped bikini properly from the fishtank to the balcony without knocking people over. Senkiu *does a gracious buddhist bow* to itek, i now can goggle over the selection of NinaKimi's handmade leather sandals i can get. I'm very new to this, so i will sound sextra ecsited. Like this :DS-<
On the contrary, I am now on my bed, having only my purple underwear on because I cant find my air cond remote control. Plus, the other three remote control of the same air cond brand as mine, in this house, cant put up with the duty they have been set to, decided to leave the house and join and underground air cond remote contol society. With that happening, leaving everyone in the house arguing over MY (I say this because, i have my name on it, in green) remote control which I believe someone has misplaced, or the kids must have used it as a thermometer for their permainan doktor and pesakit. With my laptop on my lap, i'm sweating like ugly on my bed. Also, my mom heard that they have announced in some radio stations (those of what she listens to) that the heat is probably going to go on til September. I wish to sleep til September. I am thinking I can lose wait since its 3am and it feels like im in a sauna where everything is sticky.
I will come back and type more, because theres the last piece of ayam goreng kunyit on the table, and its mine!
On the contrary, I am now on my bed, having only my purple underwear on because I cant find my air cond remote control. Plus, the other three remote control of the same air cond brand as mine, in this house, cant put up with the duty they have been set to, decided to leave the house and join and underground air cond remote contol society. With that happening, leaving everyone in the house arguing over MY (I say this because, i have my name on it, in green) remote control which I believe someone has misplaced, or the kids must have used it as a thermometer for their permainan doktor and pesakit. With my laptop on my lap, i'm sweating like ugly on my bed. Also, my mom heard that they have announced in some radio stations (those of what she listens to) that the heat is probably going to go on til September. I wish to sleep til September. I am thinking I can lose wait since its 3am and it feels like im in a sauna where everything is sticky.
I will come back and type more, because theres the last piece of ayam goreng kunyit on the table, and its mine!
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
In approximately, 24 hours from now..
JENG JENG JENG!
No. I wont tell here. I'm afraid I'll jinx it.
Good posture. Shoulders back. Pelvis forward. Straight line. Head up. Focus.
Scared.
Imi's back btw. Much love to abudi's work.
No. I wont tell here. I'm afraid I'll jinx it.
Good posture. Shoulders back. Pelvis forward. Straight line. Head up. Focus.
Scared.
Imi's back btw. Much love to abudi's work.
Monday, May 04, 2009
back again,
I took imran's vaio away to play with, so that he'd be studying, instead of watching friends over and over again. Now I'll be on busy mode, watching friends over and over again.
I O.D-ed last week, because of those twisties wasabi flavoured chips. I regurtitated everything underneath the sun that i ate previously, including the twisties wasabi, that made a painful stinging, pulsating journey from my stomach bag til up north. I'm alright now. Just send your prayers to my toilet bowl. It suffered more than i did.
My next semester starts in a week and half. I need to get my house sorted out. Apparently, the contract between Segi and D'rimba Apartment ends on the 7th of May. Which means, students and empolyees of Segi who have been staying at Drimba has to move... to Cova Apartment. Cova sounds like an anthill. Or the Queen Ant, or anything that relates to insects. Cova is fully furnished, has wifi, and is walking distance to college. Its right opposite my college. Interesting how i dont have a chance to miss classes for the fun of it. But i'll have to say goodbye to my current house, which is sad, because C-UG-08 is my first ever crash pad. How do you say goodbye to 8 months of good times chasing away the pioneer housemates?
I'm happy being at home. Country Heights, i mean. My stomach is loved. My brain gets more rest than its suppose to. The children keeps me sane and entertained. Imran is 7 minutes away. I can smoke and take a dump whenever I want to, in which ever bathroom takes my fancy.. All is good, so far.
I O.D-ed last week, because of those twisties wasabi flavoured chips. I regurtitated everything underneath the sun that i ate previously, including the twisties wasabi, that made a painful stinging, pulsating journey from my stomach bag til up north. I'm alright now. Just send your prayers to my toilet bowl. It suffered more than i did.
My next semester starts in a week and half. I need to get my house sorted out. Apparently, the contract between Segi and D'rimba Apartment ends on the 7th of May. Which means, students and empolyees of Segi who have been staying at Drimba has to move... to Cova Apartment. Cova sounds like an anthill. Or the Queen Ant, or anything that relates to insects. Cova is fully furnished, has wifi, and is walking distance to college. Its right opposite my college. Interesting how i dont have a chance to miss classes for the fun of it. But i'll have to say goodbye to my current house, which is sad, because C-UG-08 is my first ever crash pad. How do you say goodbye to 8 months of good times chasing away the pioneer housemates?
I'm happy being at home. Country Heights, i mean. My stomach is loved. My brain gets more rest than its suppose to. The children keeps me sane and entertained. Imran is 7 minutes away. I can smoke and take a dump whenever I want to, in which ever bathroom takes my fancy.. All is good, so far.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Imi's sick...
Just when i am blogging again and I have full appearance on the internet, and i ada 'tick' dkt attendance Facebook, my laptop just HAD to crash. Apparently, it cant even start up to the Windows Vista logo anymore. The thing thats bugging me is: ITS BRAND NEW!!! DONT BRAND NEW STUFF HAVE THE ULTIMATE VIRUS FILTER SYSTEM OR SOMETHING CLOSELY RELATED THAT IT DOESNT CRASH????
It hasnt even been a month yet. My secret writing society(it cant be called a society when theres only one member, right? but heck), The Video i was working on, remember??? (Now i have to go buy Imran a proper anniversary present), are all gone. Or not they will soon be gone, because I didnt save a copy in an external hard drive. I dont have an external hard drive to begin with.
Now i dont have a toy to play with. I feel like shit. Nasty shit.
I'm blogging through my BIL's laptop.
It hasnt even been a month yet. My secret writing society(it cant be called a society when theres only one member, right? but heck), The Video i was working on, remember??? (Now i have to go buy Imran a proper anniversary present), are all gone. Or not they will soon be gone, because I didnt save a copy in an external hard drive. I dont have an external hard drive to begin with.
Now i dont have a toy to play with. I feel like shit. Nasty shit.
I'm blogging through my BIL's laptop.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Mouth - Merril Bainbridge
Today, i saw a rainbow with Imran. The ones where u have to put on shades, because it cant be seen with the naked eye. It was the vertical ones, between two clouds. We were very esksited.
:)
We also had a conversation about Mahatma Ghandi. In his words, 'Treat people the way you want to be treated', and 'Be the change you want to see the world in'.
I have 3 weeks until my next semester starts. I have a lot on my mind to do. I want to earn some money. Probably walk my neighbors dogs (Yes, and Hj. Tahir would probably shoot me from far with a senapang patah), or sell cookies, and make a sequence dance to enroll people to buy them. I'm also thinking of participating in some charity work. Go to an old folks home, or an orphanage. Probably an orphanage cos i want to draw, write and colour with them. Truthfully, I dont know how to entertain old people. However I'd like to give it a shot. Go meet old people, listen to the stories of their lives about what made them who they are to today.. Whatever I can do to make them happy, I suppose.
I'm also thinking of getting out of my system. Get horribly, horribly wasted. Have a laughing fit that will squeeze all the energy out of me til I am limp like a human noodle. Then crash, til the pm-s, wake up and realize that I dont really have to be anywhere, then go back to sleep under the hairy armpit of the one I love :)
I also want to get started on this thingy which I shall not say it now, in fear on jinxing it. I'm still contemplating whether to do it on the web, or write it in my actual book. I suppose I'm going to start in an actual book. Something pretty similar to my Travelling Red Book, but this time, more optimism are inserted. My readers, I will pass it to you so you can leave something behind in it too. Notebook shopping will be required. I love notebook shopping at IKEA.
Now, I feel like fluffing up a bean bag, and sink myself into it. Just cos I feel like it. Anyone who is ready to part with their bean bag, feel free to drop it in 'Dianne's Beanbag Foundation'.
:)
We also had a conversation about Mahatma Ghandi. In his words, 'Treat people the way you want to be treated', and 'Be the change you want to see the world in'.
I have 3 weeks until my next semester starts. I have a lot on my mind to do. I want to earn some money. Probably walk my neighbors dogs (Yes, and Hj. Tahir would probably shoot me from far with a senapang patah), or sell cookies, and make a sequence dance to enroll people to buy them. I'm also thinking of participating in some charity work. Go to an old folks home, or an orphanage. Probably an orphanage cos i want to draw, write and colour with them. Truthfully, I dont know how to entertain old people. However I'd like to give it a shot. Go meet old people, listen to the stories of their lives about what made them who they are to today.. Whatever I can do to make them happy, I suppose.
I'm also thinking of getting out of my system. Get horribly, horribly wasted. Have a laughing fit that will squeeze all the energy out of me til I am limp like a human noodle. Then crash, til the pm-s, wake up and realize that I dont really have to be anywhere, then go back to sleep under the hairy armpit of the one I love :)
I also want to get started on this thingy which I shall not say it now, in fear on jinxing it. I'm still contemplating whether to do it on the web, or write it in my actual book. I suppose I'm going to start in an actual book. Something pretty similar to my Travelling Red Book, but this time, more optimism are inserted. My readers, I will pass it to you so you can leave something behind in it too. Notebook shopping will be required. I love notebook shopping at IKEA.
Now, I feel like fluffing up a bean bag, and sink myself into it. Just cos I feel like it. Anyone who is ready to part with their bean bag, feel free to drop it in 'Dianne's Beanbag Foundation'.
Monday, April 27, 2009
blog from a sweet tooth.
okay.
now my blog has gone all haywired.
all im thinking now is, im still gulping down a jumbo saiz glass of sirap.
its so sedap.
i'm a sweet tooth.
i havent drank clear water in a very long time.
i hate, no wait, DREAD looking in the toilet bowl after a long piss.
i'm so in love with the 90's music.
songs i grew up with.
songs that my sister sang, and knew the lyrics to.
i grew up with them, and i played along to them.
its just so beautiful coming across it again.
i'm sick of the new age music. disgusting stuff. annoying the sugar out of me.
i love the way old songs are entrenched into the core of our hearts, unconciously.
i like keroncong moresco (sp?) too. its what my daddy listens to.
whenever i'm in the car with him, i try really, really hard to get the words.., and there was once i laughed so hard (secretly at the back of my head), because the song currently on was about papayas, and langsat, and manggis..
btw, back to sugar. i love one of the episode in friends where Ross came over to Joey's place to talk about Rachel, and Joey invited him in for beer, yet all the have is some melon drink. They poured a glass each. Joey found it foul, yet Ross' expression when he took a sip - I can so totally relate to that!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'm all suggary sweet. i'm expecting my dentist to faint after taking a sight in my mouth. send your prayers to my dentist.
now my blog has gone all haywired.
all im thinking now is, im still gulping down a jumbo saiz glass of sirap.
its so sedap.
i'm a sweet tooth.
i havent drank clear water in a very long time.
i hate, no wait, DREAD looking in the toilet bowl after a long piss.
i'm so in love with the 90's music.
songs i grew up with.
songs that my sister sang, and knew the lyrics to.
i grew up with them, and i played along to them.
its just so beautiful coming across it again.
i'm sick of the new age music. disgusting stuff. annoying the sugar out of me.
i love the way old songs are entrenched into the core of our hearts, unconciously.
i like keroncong moresco (sp?) too. its what my daddy listens to.
whenever i'm in the car with him, i try really, really hard to get the words.., and there was once i laughed so hard (secretly at the back of my head), because the song currently on was about papayas, and langsat, and manggis..
btw, back to sugar. i love one of the episode in friends where Ross came over to Joey's place to talk about Rachel, and Joey invited him in for beer, yet all the have is some melon drink. They poured a glass each. Joey found it foul, yet Ross' expression when he took a sip - I can so totally relate to that!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'm all suggary sweet. i'm expecting my dentist to faint after taking a sight in my mouth. send your prayers to my dentist.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Peanut, Jelly, and Cheese.
Today, I woke up, entah la, I dont know which side of the bed that made me teringat, and feel really really nostalgic about my Thing 1 and Thing 2.
We left each other for many years due to different schools, and family priorities. Yet, we still go around telling people we're still bestfriends even though technically we're not since we only sms once a month to update, and send emails about school. There was this day we re-united again.. it was at MidValley. We so totally didnt plan it, but we met, it was like... whoa... Then we started hanging out in Country Heights together -gather. Started gucci bagging.., naik motor, capturing vain pictures wearing someone else's sunglasses at the park, .. carrying each other through daily lives,..
We were 15 and we thought we were cool.
Shades, Kak Lyn's FTO, Gucci Bag and all...
I think i was slow on giving up the shades. Oh well.
This was in form5, final year in country heights.
We were trying to immitate our first picture.
We were friends since kindergarten, Tadika Puncak. This is our first picture. Back then, Sarah was the cool one. Who's so ganas, naik basikal, and had her own handphone. Me and jehan obviously looked up to her, but god forbid we admitted it then la. Jehan was kepochi from the start. She had her sidekicks Melissa and Nadiya then. I was just the tall girl, that wore glasses, walked to kindergarten, always had to line up at the back, doesnt get to ride the big horse, and was too big to fit into the turtle-shaped sand box.
Yeah. So this was us, and ice age ago.
We left each other for many years due to different schools, and family priorities. Yet, we still go around telling people we're still bestfriends even though technically we're not since we only sms once a month to update, and send emails about school. There was this day we re-united again.. it was at MidValley. We so totally didnt plan it, but we met, it was like... whoa... Then we started hanging out in Country Heights together -gather. Started gucci bagging.., naik motor, capturing vain pictures wearing someone else's sunglasses at the park, .. carrying each other through daily lives,..
We were 15 and we thought we were cool.
Shades, Kak Lyn's FTO, Gucci Bag and all...
I think i was slow on giving up the shades. Oh well.
And I was also slow to realise that everyone was suppose to be set with a pose, considering how Jehan and Sarah were already like. I think I was just slow in every area.
Big Dog.
Our get-away in the evening from school and moms, to hisap rokok.
This was in form5, final year in country heights.
We were trying to immitate our first picture.
This is the closest we can get, cos neither of us looks like this now. Jehan chopped off her curls, sarah is old and wrinkly and has a moustache to keep her warm in swansea, and i have disoriented teeth, and no more geeky spectacles. HAH.
I dont know by what force that brought us together, but I'm very happy it did.
Cheers to 16 years of friendship!
Now can somebody please comment how the hell do i NOT have so much space at the end of this post. fuck blogspot. when it's my turn to give, it gives me hell of a hard time. goblok!
Gembira.
Things i am grateful for, no.
21. I am grateful for all the songs i have came across.
Goes to the musicians, publicists, radio stations, file sharing agents, and most of all, friends whom have allowed me to connect to them, and their set of songs.
:)
21. I am grateful for all the songs i have came across.
Goes to the musicians, publicists, radio stations, file sharing agents, and most of all, friends whom have allowed me to connect to them, and their set of songs.
:)
Mmmbop
Okay. We're just so in love with our drama-ramas. Me and imran's drama rama, so totally can beat all telenovela's underneath the sun. Its like, we both know we love each other til death, no wait, not even death can do us part, but we're in a reality that explodes all kinds of emotion, and we dig how it spins us around, and at the end of the day, we find each other back again. No matter what. Haih, good times, sayang, all the good times, let it roll..
I have a video presentation due on the 6th of May, 2009, and my lecturer, is Sir Imran Sparrow. I have finally decided the title, called Eternity. I am making full use of Imi, my Inspiron during the long long holidays i'm going to be having. Initially, i thought of lazing around the house (ch), walking from my room to the kitchen fridge being the only exercise i will get, firing up the engine and go merokok with imran, and come home for the kids, let them play with my hair and secretly drink coke in my room behind their ibu's back. And i'm going to make this video the epitome of awesomeness. Like its so awesome, yet so annoying that it'll get stuck in his head. If we ever, ever, everr get seperated, we'll bury it beneath some tree (perhaps the tree jeff ran into) and come back 20 years later and gather gather watch together..and see if that video can make us feel the same again.
I'm afraid i'm going to die of diabetes cos my urine hasnt been jernih for a very long time. Also becos i'm drinking sirap saiz jumbo glass, and i'm such a sweeth tooth that i drink everything from yoghurt drink to red bull to sting to wintermelon to..anything suggary i can get. I'm so scared. Someone please send a big box of evians to my doorstep.
I have a video presentation due on the 6th of May, 2009, and my lecturer, is Sir Imran Sparrow. I have finally decided the title, called Eternity. I am making full use of Imi, my Inspiron during the long long holidays i'm going to be having. Initially, i thought of lazing around the house (ch), walking from my room to the kitchen fridge being the only exercise i will get, firing up the engine and go merokok with imran, and come home for the kids, let them play with my hair and secretly drink coke in my room behind their ibu's back. And i'm going to make this video the epitome of awesomeness. Like its so awesome, yet so annoying that it'll get stuck in his head. If we ever, ever, everr get seperated, we'll bury it beneath some tree (perhaps the tree jeff ran into) and come back 20 years later and gather gather watch together..and see if that video can make us feel the same again.
I'm afraid i'm going to die of diabetes cos my urine hasnt been jernih for a very long time. Also becos i'm drinking sirap saiz jumbo glass, and i'm such a sweeth tooth that i drink everything from yoghurt drink to red bull to sting to wintermelon to..anything suggary i can get. I'm so scared. Someone please send a big box of evians to my doorstep.
Monday, April 20, 2009
My inspiron, imi.
SHOCK SHOCK HORROR HORROR
God bless, my mom and dad for FINALLY purchasing a laptop for their daughter, Dianne, after 7 months deciding whether or not it is worth it.
The pictures above was not literally how my outer side looked like. It was the expression of my inner side. The mini-me inside me was practically galloping left, right, center, smashing the glass of the emergency alarm, running naked throughout the system. Seriously. I just cant help noticing how jakon I am considering the first program i clicked on was the Dell Webcam Center.
I am now a proud owner of Dell Inspiron 1525.
I am now a proud owner of Dell Inspiron 1525.
Its so much cooler than vaio, I swear, Imran is going be so jealous. HAH!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
The millionth blog on this subject.
Socks.
They are elusive and sneaky, constantly managing to loose themselves among your laundry. One day, you have 13 good pairs of socks, and the very next week....you are down to seven.
WHERE THE HELL DO THEY GO?
And why?
Why is it like, ALWAYS the socks that seem to disappear from the laundry?
How come you rarely ever manage to loose a thong or some other tiny piece of underwear, but you can loose a sock every frickin' day?
I keep them, you know.
The "spare" ones.
The ones that, I guess, couldn't stand being with their mate because they were constantly suffering relationship difficulties.
That MUST be it. It's the only thing that makes sense to me.
I have about...50 of them now...in a plastic bag...just waiting around for their lost loves to return to them.
Some of them have been waiting there for years.
Honestly, I don't know why I keep them...probably out of spite for the fact that my socks keep fucking with my mind.
Ugh.
I suppose, in the end, I do find some sort of comfort in this:
A consistant, universal problem that seems to plague everyone.
A sense of order, in this crazy crazy world.
Yeah.
That is all.
I FOUND THE LAZY BLOGGERS POST GENERATOR.
.....which i have numerous excuses to choose from.
Holy Blog Of Doom, Batman! I just had a cup of tea and realised I have not updated this since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died... You would not believe the fairy dust I have to clean up. Stupid Global Warming!.
I am lost in a sea of pseudo-olde-english and setting fire to people wearing Crocs, being asleep, soaking in the tub, just generally, dreaming and chancing to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day is a nightmare I would like to wake up from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies to the time i realize my eyes are rolling out of its sockets and i have to chase them around, which is tiring, REALLY. I am putting money aside so I can run away. life happens.
I absolutely, positively promise I will try to remember my blog password more often in future. Go with God, good friends. This is for my ever faithful, devoted public.
Dianne.
which i sense would come in handy for people like me.
Unfortunate people like me who doesnt have a personal laptop, and far away from having a proper internet connection to actually update about how glamorous my life really is.
Holy Blog Of Doom, Batman! I just had a cup of tea and realised I have not updated this since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died... You would not believe the fairy dust I have to clean up. Stupid Global Warming!.
I am lost in a sea of pseudo-olde-english and setting fire to people wearing Crocs, being asleep, soaking in the tub, just generally, dreaming and chancing to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day is a nightmare I would like to wake up from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies to the time i realize my eyes are rolling out of its sockets and i have to chase them around, which is tiring, REALLY. I am putting money aside so I can run away. life happens.
I absolutely, positively promise I will try to remember my blog password more often in future. Go with God, good friends. This is for my ever faithful, devoted public.
Dianne.
which i sense would come in handy for people like me.
Unfortunate people like me who doesnt have a personal laptop, and far away from having a proper internet connection to actually update about how glamorous my life really is.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The box
You know how people say, 'think outside the box'.
That saying is annoying the tar and nicotine out of me.
FOR REAL.
Okay, so lets say you're going through this phase, and you really dont know what to do about it, but you keep doing it anyway kind of thing, til u end up getting sick of it. So at last you turn to someone and they tell you, 'dear friend, stop limiting yourself to your own thoughts, think outside of the box'.
So u start to imagine and wonder the possibilities outside the box, so you make new plans, start making adjustments from your previous life to adapt to outside the box. So you do what you gotta do, and at the end you come to a point where youre stuck. Again a friend tells you, 'think outside of the box,'
And so the cycle goes on and on. When you look back, you realize, for everytime a person tells you to think OUTSIDE of the box, THERE IS ANOTHER BOX, and the box gets BIGGER AND BIGGER. Its an infinite box. You're practically living through limitations, after limitations. Like a party, and theres the after party, and theres the after after party, and the after after after party.
I'll tell you this, and i'll tell you this just once. JUST ONCE.
FUCK THE BOX. THERE IS NO BOX.
That saying is annoying the tar and nicotine out of me.
FOR REAL.
Okay, so lets say you're going through this phase, and you really dont know what to do about it, but you keep doing it anyway kind of thing, til u end up getting sick of it. So at last you turn to someone and they tell you, 'dear friend, stop limiting yourself to your own thoughts, think outside of the box'.
So u start to imagine and wonder the possibilities outside the box, so you make new plans, start making adjustments from your previous life to adapt to outside the box. So you do what you gotta do, and at the end you come to a point where youre stuck. Again a friend tells you, 'think outside of the box,'
And so the cycle goes on and on. When you look back, you realize, for everytime a person tells you to think OUTSIDE of the box, THERE IS ANOTHER BOX, and the box gets BIGGER AND BIGGER. Its an infinite box. You're practically living through limitations, after limitations. Like a party, and theres the after party, and theres the after after party, and the after after after party.
I'll tell you this, and i'll tell you this just once. JUST ONCE.
FUCK THE BOX. THERE IS NO BOX.
Inspired by Diana.
So much possibilities.. :)
and after viewing this blog over again, i'm wondering if God is taking a peek at my underwear.
God bless my life.
Its been an ice age since i've said hello to Boydschidtt. I bet jehan would be so excited, she'd pee in her pants reading this post. First and foremost, i am not writing because i am complex/depressed/sad/upset/or plain analytical. I will start this post with things i am grateful for.
1. I am grateful that i am Dianne. This would just sound so wrong, but I am grateful that i have given the name Dianne. My name is just so loud that it just pops out in a name list. However, yes, I am those people who have to spell their name out when they meet people. But I like how Dianne rolls, kind of sounds like a refridgerator brand.
2. I am grateful that I have a family. Babah - a man who speaks only when he has to. He is my james bond. Mama - who argue more times than i can count with a calculator, yet, does everything who does everything in her life out of love. My sisters,.. Kak Cita, Kak Shirley, Kak Mimi, your Rainy Day Note is one of the most powerful strength you have given me.
3. I am grateful for the presence of my dearest love, Imran ul-Husain. You're beautiful, sayang. You have made me a woman by loving you. You were always there during my happiest moments (only to ruin them for me) and during the saddest.. (only to make it worst..hehe)
4. I am grateful that I am a firm believer of love. What better way to leave this world than the way we came in?
5. I am grateful that at the end of the day, I have Jehan and Sarah to remind me that the world is full of possibilities. Jehan, the obsessive driven one. Sarah, the comforting cheese with a horrible laugh.
6. I am happy and grateful for C-UG-08, home sweet home.
7. I am happy and grateful for the people who allowed me into their life.
8. I am thankful for the small, lovable group of friends I have. Itek, Jeff, Miriam, Bella & Pitt, Diana, Joey Hui May Suen, ..
9. I am grateful that I have the strength of a woman. To love and to give.
10. I am grateful that I am colorful. Means i am open to all options. Hehe.
11. I am grateful i believe in the power of creation.
12. I am grateful i have complete body parts, my organs functioning well, and that i am not crippled or retarded in any areas. Now that i am mentioning this, I should probably quit smoking. Which i wouldnt, so fuck it.
13. I am grateful, i have brown eyes. Which is my current charm I use since i have disoriented set of teeth.
14. I am grateful that my jokes are so lame that it makes people roll their eyes around but they are secretly laughing at the back of their head.
15. I am grateful that i am easily inspired. I am also easily amused.
16. I am grateful that i am not high maintenance. I am ok go with anything, anywhere, anytime.
17. I am grateful that i am a loving, passionate and spontaneous woman.
18. I am grateful that I live by what Harith Hisham Hashim passed to me, 'If you wake up at 3am and theres a chocolate cake in the fridge, eat the chocolate cake, cos tomorrow you might slip in the bathroom and break your neck'
19. I am grateful i can draw, write and color better than Imran.
20. I am grateful for the risks i took, the music i faced up to, and the lessons i have learned.
21. I am grateful for all the songs i have came across.
22. I am grateful that I have the knowledge of stealing from Death's suitcase.
23. I am grateful i have a gratitude rock.
24. I am grateful that i I am grateful of so many things but i cant list them all down right now because my contact lens is drying up from looking at the screen for too long.
1. I am grateful that i am Dianne. This would just sound so wrong, but I am grateful that i have given the name Dianne. My name is just so loud that it just pops out in a name list. However, yes, I am those people who have to spell their name out when they meet people. But I like how Dianne rolls, kind of sounds like a refridgerator brand.
2. I am grateful that I have a family. Babah - a man who speaks only when he has to. He is my james bond. Mama - who argue more times than i can count with a calculator, yet, does everything who does everything in her life out of love. My sisters,.. Kak Cita, Kak Shirley, Kak Mimi, your Rainy Day Note is one of the most powerful strength you have given me.
3. I am grateful for the presence of my dearest love, Imran ul-Husain. You're beautiful, sayang. You have made me a woman by loving you. You were always there during my happiest moments (only to ruin them for me) and during the saddest.. (only to make it worst..hehe)
4. I am grateful that I am a firm believer of love. What better way to leave this world than the way we came in?
5. I am grateful that at the end of the day, I have Jehan and Sarah to remind me that the world is full of possibilities. Jehan, the obsessive driven one. Sarah, the comforting cheese with a horrible laugh.
6. I am happy and grateful for C-UG-08, home sweet home.
7. I am happy and grateful for the people who allowed me into their life.
8. I am thankful for the small, lovable group of friends I have. Itek, Jeff, Miriam, Bella & Pitt, Diana, Joey Hui May Suen, ..
9. I am grateful that I have the strength of a woman. To love and to give.
10. I am grateful that I am colorful. Means i am open to all options. Hehe.
11. I am grateful i believe in the power of creation.
12. I am grateful i have complete body parts, my organs functioning well, and that i am not crippled or retarded in any areas. Now that i am mentioning this, I should probably quit smoking. Which i wouldnt, so fuck it.
13. I am grateful, i have brown eyes. Which is my current charm I use since i have disoriented set of teeth.
14. I am grateful that my jokes are so lame that it makes people roll their eyes around but they are secretly laughing at the back of their head.
15. I am grateful that i am easily inspired. I am also easily amused.
16. I am grateful that i am not high maintenance. I am ok go with anything, anywhere, anytime.
17. I am grateful that i am a loving, passionate and spontaneous woman.
18. I am grateful that I live by what Harith Hisham Hashim passed to me, 'If you wake up at 3am and theres a chocolate cake in the fridge, eat the chocolate cake, cos tomorrow you might slip in the bathroom and break your neck'
19. I am grateful i can draw, write and color better than Imran.
20. I am grateful for the risks i took, the music i faced up to, and the lessons i have learned.
21. I am grateful for all the songs i have came across.
22. I am grateful that I have the knowledge of stealing from Death's suitcase.
23. I am grateful i have a gratitude rock.
24. I am grateful that i I am grateful of so many things but i cant list them all down right now because my contact lens is drying up from looking at the screen for too long.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Truth found on the internet is scaring the bejesus out of me.
1. Open this website : http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx
2. Take the Personality Quiz
2. Take the Personality Quiz
Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.Your views on education
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.The right job for you:
You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.Who is your true self:
You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trustThursday, February 12, 2009
Malibu Stacy
I happen to fall in love with the character that i have been resisting for quite some time.
Being an analyst is the best high ever.
The questions that sprout and bloom, thoughts seem to link to another, its like those iklan susu dkt tv, where they show the x-ray of cells in the brain, linking to another. From there i seem to create a chain of thoughts developing into a brilliant idea. The world is full of possibilities. There is so much beauty that i have taken for granted. There are lies underneath truth, and truth underneath lies. Emotions after emotions. As i reach to the core, the satisfaction is like filling up an empty hole.
Like,
YEAHH I GET IT!!!!!!!
Being an analyst is the best high ever.
The questions that sprout and bloom, thoughts seem to link to another, its like those iklan susu dkt tv, where they show the x-ray of cells in the brain, linking to another. From there i seem to create a chain of thoughts developing into a brilliant idea. The world is full of possibilities. There is so much beauty that i have taken for granted. There are lies underneath truth, and truth underneath lies. Emotions after emotions. As i reach to the core, the satisfaction is like filling up an empty hole.
Like,
YEAHH I GET IT!!!!!!!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
something you're suppose to do in 25 minutes, you still question about it 4 hours later.
To be, or not to be. That is the question.
No. that cant be the question.
The trouble is, i am scared of life.
I dont want to blog about it.
I am a coward.
I am afraid.
I sit in my failure with an unlit cigarette.
I sigh.
No. that cant be the question.
The trouble is, i am scared of life.
I dont want to blog about it.
I am a coward.
I am afraid.
I sit in my failure with an unlit cigarette.
I sigh.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Hubba Bubba
Hello Joey!
i am pretty sure that the only two people on this planet earth that checks out boydschidtt, is
you and me. thank you for signing your life away to become dianne's number one fan.
i would like to proudly announce that i bought a 2009 planner.
the journey getting the planner i want made my armpit sweat so badly. backhand me if you want to, i spent 2 hrs and a half in the bookstore deciding which planner i want the most. the one i really really truly madly deeply want costs RM175.90. it was the most gorgeous planner to plan my life in. then i knew i would totally wince, cringe and hate myself for spending so much on it. i probably wont have enough money to eat for the rest of the week. forget eating, but it just scares me at the thought of not having enough money to buy the cheapest cigarette available. so i was down to a few planner. i weighed each of its attractiveness carefully. i imagined myself being with each of them. i brought it around the bookstore one by one, examining which i feel emotionally connected to the most. after all the investigation carried out, i still couldnt decide on any of each. i had to call joey. cos she knows planners best. she told me to get both. and decide later which i am the most connected with. i called imran, but his brother picked up the phone, so i bantered away to him about my current dilemma. his advice wasnt very helpful either. after another hour, to the point where i just wanted to shoot myself, i trusted my instincts, and bought a black planner that has a card holder, complete with daily plans, notes and contact info, section. it also has a map of the world. now i know that columbia is actually a country of its own, and not part of the united states of america.
i know my blog content isnt of any anyone's interests.
i am out of juice to write. it is either because i have written a whole paragraph about how difficult it is for me to buy a goddamn planner or that i am hungry.
please believe that i am just very hungry.
i am pretty sure that the only two people on this planet earth that checks out boydschidtt, is
you and me. thank you for signing your life away to become dianne's number one fan.
i would like to proudly announce that i bought a 2009 planner.
the journey getting the planner i want made my armpit sweat so badly. backhand me if you want to, i spent 2 hrs and a half in the bookstore deciding which planner i want the most. the one i really really truly madly deeply want costs RM175.90. it was the most gorgeous planner to plan my life in. then i knew i would totally wince, cringe and hate myself for spending so much on it. i probably wont have enough money to eat for the rest of the week. forget eating, but it just scares me at the thought of not having enough money to buy the cheapest cigarette available. so i was down to a few planner. i weighed each of its attractiveness carefully. i imagined myself being with each of them. i brought it around the bookstore one by one, examining which i feel emotionally connected to the most. after all the investigation carried out, i still couldnt decide on any of each. i had to call joey. cos she knows planners best. she told me to get both. and decide later which i am the most connected with. i called imran, but his brother picked up the phone, so i bantered away to him about my current dilemma. his advice wasnt very helpful either. after another hour, to the point where i just wanted to shoot myself, i trusted my instincts, and bought a black planner that has a card holder, complete with daily plans, notes and contact info, section. it also has a map of the world. now i know that columbia is actually a country of its own, and not part of the united states of america.
i know my blog content isnt of any anyone's interests.
i am out of juice to write. it is either because i have written a whole paragraph about how difficult it is for me to buy a goddamn planner or that i am hungry.
please believe that i am just very hungry.
Monday, January 19, 2009
kau ilhamku
I found this note, by jehan.
" A bird was flying south, whichever way, why should i care? for winter. Suddenly it got so cold, the bird flopped down to earth. A cow came and dropped shit on the bird. The bird felt warm and happy so it started singing. A cat heard the bird sing, and went out to investigate. The cat found the bird, and ate the bird up.
1. Not everyone who drops shit on you, is your enemy.
2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit, is your friend.
3. When you're in deep shit, just keep your mouth shut."
Cracks me up everytime i read it. Jehan, i may not tell you this very often, or i might have never told you at all. But you inspire me. (Now you know why I'm the biggest fan of your blog). your blog gives me more than just muse, it also gives me the will to continue writing even when theres a dark grey could following me around. even if we're far away, or when we're fighting, i will open two tabs on my mozilla, one for facebook. and the other for datinjehan.blogspot.com. because i admire you. and also because u make me smile so wide infront of the screen. thank you for writing about you. thank you for allowing me to read it. sometimes i smile much wider when my name is inserted. heehee.
you still havent found my blogspot.
if we were meant to be, i know you'd guess it.
" A bird was flying south, whichever way, why should i care? for winter. Suddenly it got so cold, the bird flopped down to earth. A cow came and dropped shit on the bird. The bird felt warm and happy so it started singing. A cat heard the bird sing, and went out to investigate. The cat found the bird, and ate the bird up.
1. Not everyone who drops shit on you, is your enemy.
2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit, is your friend.
3. When you're in deep shit, just keep your mouth shut."
Cracks me up everytime i read it. Jehan, i may not tell you this very often, or i might have never told you at all. But you inspire me. (Now you know why I'm the biggest fan of your blog). your blog gives me more than just muse, it also gives me the will to continue writing even when theres a dark grey could following me around. even if we're far away, or when we're fighting, i will open two tabs on my mozilla, one for facebook. and the other for datinjehan.blogspot.com. because i admire you. and also because u make me smile so wide infront of the screen. thank you for writing about you. thank you for allowing me to read it. sometimes i smile much wider when my name is inserted. heehee.
you still havent found my blogspot.
if we were meant to be, i know you'd guess it.
Large head, very small brain
I havent posted in a very long while. A lot has happened since.
However, the major problem is- i've been back at country heights 4 times, and during those 4 times i've been around internet connection, it wasnt possible to log in into blogspot because i had already forgotten what my password. i typed it again and again, and i was certain that i typed it right. i even typed in the letters in slow motion. like i saw every frame, and which keys my fingertips touched. i was also positive that i didnt hold the key too long, so instead of f looks like fffff. okay. well, it didnt work out. i was too lazy to even hang around the computer too long so, after i checked whats hot whats not on facebook, i logged off. i dont google up juresic dinosaurs names up like jehan. seriously.
only tonight rolled around, and i realize how much time i have to spend being a lephrechaun, slumping (is that even a verb?) my omnipresent ass on the computer, and look up my password. the confirmation email was sent to my yahoo account,,,
only then i realised!!!!!! the email said,
Hi there,
Your blog, http://boydschidtt.blogspot.com/, is associated with the Google Account username diannevauxx@yahoo.co.uk. Please use this Google Account username to log in to Blogger and access your blog.
yahoo.co.uk!!! now it makes sense. it wasnt a password error, it was my goddamn brain locking the yahoo.co.uk into a bloody brain central deposit box!
excuse that.
i realised, as i read through other people's blogs, while wiping my tears away seeing how other people are so in-control. so well written, so FUNCTIONING that i feel totally (i can't believe i'm using this word) depressed. instead of writing of how glitzy and glamorous my life has been as an intro to this post, i actually wrote about how terrible my brain is. i think a lot of people do. people write about their brain when they didnt get a 4flat, or an academic award, thus they punish themselves, then conjure up a method to enhance their brain energy by eating brain pills, listen to dolphins, or eat some sort of rare vegetable. my way of enhancing my brain capasity, is well, uhh, i have no idea. i would probably go smoke after i write this.
my happiest spoonful in 2009 would be... (notice that i write this 19 days after new year)
no wait, u cant write about happiest spoonful at the start of the year. u write happiest spoonful at the end of the year. as like, a summary.
zip that. i have a good feeling about 2009. i already told jehan this, when we were in the car, exchanging plans of taking over the world by being an ambitious, SMART, classy woman. yes, i know the life cycle will roll over me, leaving me all squashed like a worm with contact lenses (notice that i didnt mention spectacles.. i am very pretty now, taha!). the point is, i have a sure sort of feeling about 2009. at the same time, i'm unlearning asiaworks, such that i want to be a part of life itself. my life. i want to breathe through it. i want to un-install the program that has been set. i sound like a friggin hard disk. i want course to take its place. be it evil or good. (i noticed how i wrote evil before good)
the objects that are holding me back from steering the boat, is a 2009 planner, a laptop, and the compass that will point to whatever i want the most.
which are imran, money, a pack of dunhill cigarettes, bo, a new pair of shoes, a fair lady (which i dont even know how to drive), and a ticket to go around the world.
the compass needle wouldnt stop spinning due to how indecisive and impractical i can get, thus in the end, it will break, scream, and slap me.
However, the major problem is- i've been back at country heights 4 times, and during those 4 times i've been around internet connection, it wasnt possible to log in into blogspot because i had already forgotten what my password. i typed it again and again, and i was certain that i typed it right. i even typed in the letters in slow motion. like i saw every frame, and which keys my fingertips touched. i was also positive that i didnt hold the key too long, so instead of f looks like fffff. okay. well, it didnt work out. i was too lazy to even hang around the computer too long so, after i checked whats hot whats not on facebook, i logged off. i dont google up juresic dinosaurs names up like jehan. seriously.
only tonight rolled around, and i realize how much time i have to spend being a lephrechaun, slumping (is that even a verb?) my omnipresent ass on the computer, and look up my password. the confirmation email was sent to my yahoo account,,,
only then i realised!!!!!! the email said,
Hi there,
Your blog, http://boydschidtt.blogspot.com/, is associated with the Google Account username diannevauxx@yahoo.co.uk. Please use this Google Account username to log in to Blogger and access your blog.
yahoo.co.uk!!! now it makes sense. it wasnt a password error, it was my goddamn brain locking the yahoo.co.uk into a bloody brain central deposit box!
excuse that.
i realised, as i read through other people's blogs, while wiping my tears away seeing how other people are so in-control. so well written, so FUNCTIONING that i feel totally (i can't believe i'm using this word) depressed. instead of writing of how glitzy and glamorous my life has been as an intro to this post, i actually wrote about how terrible my brain is. i think a lot of people do. people write about their brain when they didnt get a 4flat, or an academic award, thus they punish themselves, then conjure up a method to enhance their brain energy by eating brain pills, listen to dolphins, or eat some sort of rare vegetable. my way of enhancing my brain capasity, is well, uhh, i have no idea. i would probably go smoke after i write this.
my happiest spoonful in 2009 would be... (notice that i write this 19 days after new year)
no wait, u cant write about happiest spoonful at the start of the year. u write happiest spoonful at the end of the year. as like, a summary.
zip that. i have a good feeling about 2009. i already told jehan this, when we were in the car, exchanging plans of taking over the world by being an ambitious, SMART, classy woman. yes, i know the life cycle will roll over me, leaving me all squashed like a worm with contact lenses (notice that i didnt mention spectacles.. i am very pretty now, taha!). the point is, i have a sure sort of feeling about 2009. at the same time, i'm unlearning asiaworks, such that i want to be a part of life itself. my life. i want to breathe through it. i want to un-install the program that has been set. i sound like a friggin hard disk. i want course to take its place. be it evil or good. (i noticed how i wrote evil before good)
the objects that are holding me back from steering the boat, is a 2009 planner, a laptop, and the compass that will point to whatever i want the most.
which are imran, money, a pack of dunhill cigarettes, bo, a new pair of shoes, a fair lady (which i dont even know how to drive), and a ticket to go around the world.
the compass needle wouldnt stop spinning due to how indecisive and impractical i can get, thus in the end, it will break, scream, and slap me.
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