Guitar Hero and Water Pistol Fight

Easter Break is finally here. I have been dreading for cheap but fun activities to do for weeks. I have been scratching my head for places to go to have escapism.

I kick started my holiday with a 'makan-makan' at Mint's and Pkah's place on Friday evening. It was supposed to be a meal then a session of studying, maybe some entertainment. It turned out to be a huge feast and a great laugh enjoying Guitar Hero. Some of the boys showed their skills in becoming rock stars.

Saturday, me and HR declared it to be project day. We made hand print project. It was rather hilarious. Then, HR got to his assignment that was due on Monday. I continued my second project of crafting my own laptop tote bag. Until I got tired. Then, HR cooked me a superb meal.

Sunday was even more great. We (me and other friends) went to Western Spring to enjoy water pistol fight. It was a fun day. Running around with water pistol and just shoot at people. HR said, "It was a perfect excuse to bully small kids without them crying." We were wet. I was bathed twice by the man carrying th bucket. I was shot all the time by more extravaganza machinery making me even more wet.

Later on, we hopped on the bus, all wet and hungry to my sacred beach. There, we continued bathing in the sea. Ate food that I prepared earlier. Chit-chatted. Swan summore. It was a perfect day.

At night, we went Karaoke. We sang our heart out. We fooled around summore.

I was supposed to be so tired. Then again, today I woke up at 7am. How early! Deym.

Cant wait for more activities to come.

Been so long since I drive great journey.

p/s: Pictures are with HR. He took my camera.

Alphabetical & Numerical Stories

ONE

“A” been telling everyone loudly that “A” did not like “B” kinda situation. Everyone knows where “A” stands about regarding “B” matter because “A” is very affirmed and serious about not liking “B” situation.

“A” just offered the opinion out loud, thinks it’s cool to have an opinion, especially when one can be bold and express it.

However, “A” did not do anything about it. Not a deym thing.

Not even the basic thing like understanding the real problem behind “B” condition and learn about dealing with it.

Is “A” a hypocrite?


TWO

“L” hate “P“. A lot.

“L” fake smiles whenever “P” is around. “L” even attempt to talk to “P” so no one will feel neglected. Regardless how “L” really dislike “P”.

For “L”, “P” is rather different than what “L” would call a friend.

“L” never mentioned this feeling to anyone inappropriate, especially not to “P” face. “L” never want to make a scene even when “L” and “P” are teamed together for a school project. Even when “L” prefer to be partnered with “S”.

Is “L” a hypocrite?


THREE

“Q” and “Z” was best friends. They used to share deepest secrets and loudest laugh.

One day, “Z” did something that “Q” decided was inappropriate and completely disregard “Q” feeling as best friends.

“Q” determined to not wanting to be friends anymore with “Z” .

After a while, “Z” caught “Q” doing the same act that “Q” classified as inappropriate. Over and over again.

Is “Q” a hypocrite?


FOUR

“R” and “T” are lovers.

“T” had been in a relationship before where “T” ex-lover cheated. “T” felt so hurt and stupid until “T” met “R” who is charming.

Then, “T” cheated on “R”.

Is “T” a hypocrite?

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Oh. Saya suka tonton konsert Rise Against. Even though orang lain dok sibuk lompat2, dok sing-a-long, aku yang dok kat belakang senyap2, haram sepatah pun tak tahu, aku boleh simpulkan, mereka sangat best. Mereka sangat bertenaga. Mereka sangat kacak. Mereka juga sangat peramah.

HR buat muka lima posen ajak tunggu mereka untuk bersembang. Aku pun layan aja. Kemudian, mereka keluar. HR sembang la. Aku tolong snap gamba sana sini. Senyum2 sket. Aku tatau nak sembang apa ngan depa. Lagu depa tak kenai. Nama depa lagi la tatau.

Aku simpulkan, walaupun depa loncat2 atas pentas, depa tak nampak penat. Skit pun tak kelihatan penat. Mereka senyum. Gembira. Bahagia saja. I loike. Up close juga, mereka kacak. HR bisik, depa dah kawen. Ceh, spoil mood aja. Terus aku ajak balik.

Jangan tatau, aku mmg dok kat depan pentas mula2, tapi makin ke belakang kerana aku tak gemar makhluk2 lompat dan bepeluh. Semuanya busuk2 belaka.



p/s: I have to keep reminding myself that HR has this Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde syndrome. You dont want to go to rock concert with him.

my life so far

Just got back from a weekend of fun. Sheryll organised a weekend of exposing to Maori culture where we were taught to do some Maori stuff and culture. combining IPBA's Cohort 4 and MARA Cohort 2. There's lotsa food provided but not really my cup of tea.

The weekend was not hectic like any other Malaysian camp. The most fun was me and the girls fooling around on the green land. I played badminton, tossing frisbee, volleyball and even Ibu Ayam.

Just imagine yourself, a bunch of 22 years old ladies running around while tagging their friend's shirt. It was hilarious. The ibu ayam game did not last long. We were 22. We couldn't run that much. Or that fast as we used too.

We learned flax weaving, making poi (tools for Maori dance), cooking Maori food and some songs. It's almost like we were back in Kindie except we have to cook our own food.

I don't have pictures currently.

Monday was 3rd Anniversary with HR.

We exchanged gift. Since we have financial difficulties, we promised to get stuff below 50 dollars and must be hand made. Precisely, own hand made not some other people's hand. If not, HR will twist my words. I have to be precise. We spent the day having picnic. Once, at noon at Myers Park which I cooked. Later that night, HR cooked and we ate at Mahuhu Cres Park, near Vector Arena.

Tuesday - which is today - I'm going to Rise Against concert.

Hopefully, there will be NO mosh pit.

gone baby gone

Yesterday, I officially sold my bike. I feel kinda sad. I'm not that attached to it but that bike signals the independent day of my life. Ahh, rapik je.

I've been neglecting the bike since I moved from WSA to Hobson St to Queen St. But now that the bike is officially out of my sight, I feel rather melancholic. Only the day before yesterday, me and HR washed the bike. Dried it. Put some WD40 on the rusty chain. Spray some paint to make the bike look great. Which make the bike look almost brand new. Then went for a few circles with the bike. Oh, macam taknak jual pun ada.

HR pointed out that I never actually took picture with the bike. Which was kinda true. Because when I browse my pictures folder, I truly had no memories of the bike. Feeling sentimental.

Hopefully the bike will be more care after. Maybe the new owner will ride it more than me.

Ah, sedih~

fakta menarik

Which one did you produce today?

the day I started my non-stop-munching

I guess lately I've been posting lotsa pictures in my blog. I loike it. Even more than words. I guess, just like the saying of pictures speak louder than words. So, more pictures. Also, maybe because lately I felt a bit photogenic and self-esteem dah meningkat sedikit.

So, to the main point.

Last Tuesday, me and HR went to Morningside to pick up my two parcels. They actually sent the parcels twice already but I was not home (they managed to send them everytime when I got classes going on).

Oh, I love the sight of both parcel that I received. Both are filled with kerepek.

Kerepek idaman. Kerepek sukun. Kerepek keladi. Yay!!

HR's mom and Mard both send me kerepek. Oh, actually, I requested it. From Mard and HR. But due to technical issues, HR only managed to send it through his mom's help.

Here are the pictures..

Parcel dari Aussie

Udara Aussie dan Kerepek Kegemaran.
Oh juga sekeping surat chenta.

Berdengkilah~
Udara Malaysia sedikit. Tiada gambar Parcel sebelum terbuka
kerana diriku begitu rakus membukanya.

Thanks Mard. Thanks makcik.Muah2

p/s: I know I shouldn't put my picture eating those great kerepek.

picture perfect

No, there's no editing on this picture. I'm not good with that kinda stuff.

It just that I once told my brothers about this bench. I think it's kinda cute bench.

Plus, this post is just my way of camouflaging to HR who thought that I am typing my assignment. Which actually I am not. YaY! Great success!