Pineapple Crush

"Well enough about me. Let's hear about from you. What do you think about me?"

It's hard to be with a person like this. Just plain hard. Stressful.

Cinolicious

Hisyam said,

"Facebook is a social space. Not a personal space. Stop annoying people with your personal stuff."

Unless you like people stalking you.

Nutty Chocolate

*I meant to write this months ago.

It's a movie review of a movie I watched months ago. Skyline. I didn't bother to write earlier because I never think it's important (as in I think the movie is lame).

I now understand the reason behind the mysteriousness of the trailer and the poster of Skyline. You know how they never showed who's the actors/actresses, a longer plot. Just the tagline,

Don't Look Up.

Well, I think maybe they should put,

Don't Look at all.

Bittery taste

I've always love Brooke Davies. She has a special place in my heart. She inspired me. Not Sophia Bush, just Brooke.

She's the only reason why I keep watching OTH as the series get suckier day by day. I keep on downloading and bearing with all the new faces.

I am crazy like that. Over-fixated on tv series character.

Latest episode of OTH, Brooke died, well almost. I cried. Like sobbing with tears. And puffy eyes.

Arif was like,"Kak, ok tak ni?", while looking at me all red-eyed. I know he wanted to laugh at me. But he couldn't because he was genuinely worried looking at me.

Oh, Brooke, please don't die.

Salak Selasih

To those who loves me and care about me;

Just wanna share that

Kak Ika is back!

I'm so happy that I'm on cloud nine.

Off to Giant with dad now.

Lychee

I have a pinky bank. It is cute and it has money.

I have been saving money since the beginning of the year.

But now, I thought I wanna go to the bank (a real bank) and put my money inside.

It just that I think it would be funny to bring my pinky bank (which is bright bright pink with my scribbling on it) to the real bank with real person. Plus, it is so heavy with shillings. Lotsa shillings.

Do you think bank people will laugh at me?

Am sure they would.

Cheese

I reread previous entries in my old blog.
I found myself a bit cooler then.
A bit daring in writing.
More optimistic than I am now.

Banana Crunch

Me : Ami main Dota ngan sapa?
Ami: Sorang ja. *Totally ignoring me*
Eh! Mana kakak tau Ami main Dota?
Me : I'm a girl but I'm not stupid.

Tripple Berries

Dear HR,


Happy Birthday, boyfriend!
May you have a great life ahead.

They all told me how lucky I am for having you. And I couldn't deny that. I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend than you. Wouldn't wish one.

Cotton Candy

I was so bored stuck at home while everyone else is out having fun. So I decided to cheer myself up. I made the mattress cozy with gazillion of plushies and fan nearby. No way will I sweat on a hot hot day.

I chose Camp Rock 2.

And my choice was so perfect. It made my day. Truly did. I was so busy laughing till my face gone red that I forgot to eat my chocolates. Though some of the songs are great, it has all the cliches in the world in one movie.

The best 90 minutes of my day so far.

Cookies and Cream

Countdown to HR's Birthday : 4 days left
Current Song : Cee Lo Green's Fuck You
Thought in my head : Oh so lazy to water the plants.

Since everyone I know from IPBA is like me, broke and hoping wholeheartedly for the claim money that haven't shown a promising sign, I am happy to share my current way of making money.

Since I intend to buy HR a gift for his birthday, I make use of my elder brother who is so busy with work and lazy like a turtle. Duhh~ I can't wait for the claim money forever and do nothing. I have needs.

So, I took jobs from him. Doing whatever. Laundry. Housekeeping (to his room). Dishes.

It work out well between us. Who cares who is using who.

But Kak Eka is coming back from her 2 months vacation soon. And there goes my source of income.

So, I need a new plan.

p/s: I don't know about gift for HR, I spend as fast as I earned.
p/p/s: I only charged him. Not my younger brothers or my parents. That is just cruel.

Sugar Cinnamon

Everytime I see a car passes by, I am wishing,"Nope, don't stop here. Don't visit my house."

Though I keep my home spick and span, my state of mind is not.

So no guests please.



p/s: I wish I have better things to do.

Strawberries. Always Strawberries

Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it, in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave

If I show you then I know you
Won't tell what I said
Cause two can keep a secret
If one of the m is dead

Why do you smile
Like you have told a secret
Now you're telling lies
Cause you're the one to keep it
But no one keeps a secret
No one keeps a secret
Why when we do our darkest deeds
Do we tell?
They burn in our brains
Become a living hell

Look into my eyes

Now you're getting sleepy
Are you hypnotized
By secrets that you're keeping?
I know what you're keeping

Caramel

The other while talking on the phone with HR, we talked about our childhood memories. We talked and rambled on.

We ended up talking about songs that I sang whenever I played 'getah' with my girls.

Rumah terbakar panggil bomba,
Bomba datang berlumba-lumba,
Anak kambing patah kaki,
Anak kambing menari-nari,
Anak kambing makan rumput,
Anak kambing masuk kandang.

I just realized this song is kinda silly and does not make sense. At all. Not even the rhyming pattern. Oh silly childhood song~


p/s: gotta love HR for singing Don't Call Me Baby by Madison Avenue for lullaby

Mint Chocolate

Sometimes, when you have good loudspeaker phone, it doesn't mean other people care. It doesn't mean others want to hear how good it is.

Don't turn on music so loud in public places. Especially if you like Justin Bieber.