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'.

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.

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 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.

:)

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.

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.

Its so much cooler than vaio, I swear, Imran is going be so jealous. HAH!

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.