Considering the fact that I'm in my whiny-post-syndrome, I figured, why not another?
So you know just a few weeks back, I went to get cupcakes at Cupcak3 Ch1c with my mom at The Curve. You know the hype about cupcakes; they're cute, yummy, sweet things you just feel like binging on forever until your conscience gets to you and warns you of the mega-calorie you're happily yet unknowingly putting on.
The guy at the counter was rather chatty, so I decided to just layan him; who knows what kinda day he had sitting behind that counter waiting for customers so I put on my entertaining skills to use. After making my half dozen cupcake pick, I was ready by the counter to make payments to the female cashier. She decided it was funny to be chatty too but unfortunately chose the wrong thing to say.
With an annoying smile plastered across her face, she asked me, "Are you guys sisters?" refering to my mom next to me.
And right there dear folks, at precisely that exact time... all hell broke loose. No sooner did she say that did I feel like grabbing her words in mid air (before it could reach my mom) and jumping over the counter to stuff the words back into her mouth where it belongs ... and then strangle her while at it. Sheesh, the nerve!
My mom left the store with a dance to her steps looking very much pleased with herself and even bade goodbye to the sales staff. Kaki sakit pun jadi tak sakit. And me, well you can imagine me feeling all old about myself with no spring to my steps and practically dragging my poor old legs to the parking lot.
Plussss, their cupcakes were wayyyy overpriced, the icing too much on the sweet side and not beaten smooth enough to my liking. So there!!!
So you know just a few weeks back, I went to get cupcakes at Cupcak3 Ch1c with my mom at The Curve. You know the hype about cupcakes; they're cute, yummy, sweet things you just feel like binging on forever until your conscience gets to you and warns you of the mega-calorie you're happily yet unknowingly putting on.
The guy at the counter was rather chatty, so I decided to just layan him; who knows what kinda day he had sitting behind that counter waiting for customers so I put on my entertaining skills to use. After making my half dozen cupcake pick, I was ready by the counter to make payments to the female cashier. She decided it was funny to be chatty too but unfortunately chose the wrong thing to say.
With an annoying smile plastered across her face, she asked me, "Are you guys sisters?" refering to my mom next to me.
And right there dear folks, at precisely that exact time... all hell broke loose. No sooner did she say that did I feel like grabbing her words in mid air (before it could reach my mom) and jumping over the counter to stuff the words back into her mouth where it belongs ... and then strangle her while at it. Sheesh, the nerve!
My mom left the store with a dance to her steps looking very much pleased with herself and even bade goodbye to the sales staff. Kaki sakit pun jadi tak sakit. And me, well you can imagine me feeling all old about myself with no spring to my steps and practically dragging my poor old legs to the parking lot.
Plussss, their cupcakes were wayyyy overpriced, the icing too much on the sweet side and not beaten smooth enough to my liking. So there!!!
I've been tellin Kai of the shithole I've been in for the past few weeks and it sure ain't smelling good in here. Patience my dear friends, I'm actually still alive and will be outta here soon! We can go yumcha again once it's all done and over with. I can't believe another week has gone by already. Just when you need more time, it seems to zap by without you even noticing it.
Last weekend I got out of me shithole and spent it with Kai. This weekend... well back in you-know-where. When I met up with Nirma for dinner last night, she ended our conversation by cheekily asking, "So naz, what you doing this weekend?" Thanks, I needed that. For those of you in the dark, I'm currently very busy with my Final Year Project. It's insane crazy codings to which I've gotten my head lost in countless times. Sometimes I ask myself what exactly did I get myself into or what the heck am I doing. You should see Kai's face when I told her my FYP title. But anyways, let's put that aside.
My mom's birthday is in a week. I have a rough idea on what to get her but I have no idea WHEN I can actually give it to her. Speaking of which, I haven't seen my brothers in a long time either. You would think I'm in Puerto Rico or something. Soon, it'll be time to remind the men of the house of the upcoming birthday. Otherwise... well you know men, let's not even go there.
If you have four brothers like me, a typical birthday wish I would get would be SMSes along the line of "Happy birthday kaklong! U rock! But your fart still stinks like shit..." I kid you not, about the messagelah not about my stinking fart although it could be partially true but we'll never know that now, will we? Often times I just ignore it. Like theirs smell any better anyway.
Then my dad would somehow miraaaaaculously 'remember' at 4pm and smother me with words like "You KNOWWW I think about you all the time, not only on your birthday... bla bla bla pujuk pujuk bla bla *nervous laugh* (hellooo, not workiiiiiing, how about giving me some mooolahs instead?)". He bribes me sometimes but who's complaining? Oke how did it turn out to be about me instead? Emo pulak.
I wonder what it's like having a sister? I'd prolly get one of those sweet birthday cards sisters normally give sisters... yes, no? You know I just realized my family members never gave me a birthday card *runs off crying*.
Anyhoo, I had an interesting conversation with handsome harayz recently about homosexuals, I'm not discussing it anyhow but I still can't get over the Angel1na Jol1e/S4my V3llu analogy he gave me. I break into a smile everytime I think about it. Only because his persistence cracks me up.
This by far has got to be the worst, crappy entry I've ever written. I can't even think of a title coz my entry is going in all directions. Maybe I'll write another whiny entry while I'm at it. Forget the Silver Lining for a bit oke?
Last weekend I got out of me shithole and spent it with Kai. This weekend... well back in you-know-where. When I met up with Nirma for dinner last night, she ended our conversation by cheekily asking, "So naz, what you doing this weekend?" Thanks, I needed that. For those of you in the dark, I'm currently very busy with my Final Year Project. It's insane crazy codings to which I've gotten my head lost in countless times. Sometimes I ask myself what exactly did I get myself into or what the heck am I doing. You should see Kai's face when I told her my FYP title. But anyways, let's put that aside.
My mom's birthday is in a week. I have a rough idea on what to get her but I have no idea WHEN I can actually give it to her. Speaking of which, I haven't seen my brothers in a long time either. You would think I'm in Puerto Rico or something. Soon, it'll be time to remind the men of the house of the upcoming birthday. Otherwise... well you know men, let's not even go there.
If you have four brothers like me, a typical birthday wish I would get would be SMSes along the line of "Happy birthday kaklong! U rock! But your fart still stinks like shit..." I kid you not, about the messagelah not about my stinking fart although it could be partially true but we'll never know that now, will we? Often times I just ignore it. Like theirs smell any better anyway.
Then my dad would somehow miraaaaaculously 'remember' at 4pm and smother me with words like "You KNOWWW I think about you all the time, not only on your birthday... bla bla bla pujuk pujuk bla bla *nervous laugh* (hellooo, not workiiiiiing, how about giving me some mooolahs instead?)". He bribes me sometimes but who's complaining? Oke how did it turn out to be about me instead? Emo pulak.
I wonder what it's like having a sister? I'd prolly get one of those sweet birthday cards sisters normally give sisters... yes, no? You know I just realized my family members never gave me a birthday card *runs off crying*.
Anyhoo, I had an interesting conversation with handsome harayz recently about homosexuals, I'm not discussing it anyhow but I still can't get over the Angel1na Jol1e/S4my V3llu analogy he gave me. I break into a smile everytime I think about it. Only because his persistence cracks me up.
This by far has got to be the worst, crappy entry I've ever written. I can't even think of a title coz my entry is going in all directions. Maybe I'll write another whiny entry while I'm at it. Forget the Silver Lining for a bit oke?
I woke up this morning with full intention to go out for a jog. I was gonna go yesterday but woke up late and obviously there's really no point in jogging at 10.30am with 5 inches of sunscreen on. Plus it was such a good weather to sink under my covers and resume to my land of raining men.
When I invited Iffah yesterday, could you believe she replied with a downright "No way!"? I mean, what!? Not even the courtesy to at least hesitate and contemplate? After a lil coaxing, we concluded that if it didn't rain this morn, we'd go. So I got up this morn and texted her to see if she was up for it. She must've sung her lungs out in her effort to get the rain to pour and probably waited till I texted her, you know... in case I overslept so she could somehow wiggle her way out of it. Tough luck, I was determined to get her ass off the couch.
Into our 2nd round of what turned out to be brisk walking instead of jogging, we bumped into my Standard 6 class teacher, Pn. Aishah! She said she recognized our faces but obviously to remember names, she'd have to be Einstein or something (no, she didn't say that). She better remember me, she threw me off to the end corner of the room to laugh to myself for laughing out loud at the back of a class thanks to a certain Munirah Mazlan for being such a tattle tale.
She still pretty much looks the same and has stopped teaching for about a year now. And us, well not really the same. Some of us just stopped growing that fateful year and now looking vertically challenged more than ever. We were the class of '96 and now it's been 12 years down the road... another full fold of the age we were back then and more than eligible to vote. We chatted for quite a bit. Oh Mun, I brought your name up too just to check her memory but she probably remembers your mom better. Sorry! Hahah.
Well it was all good. We're a pretty healthy neighbourhood you know, us TTDIans? You should see how packed the park is in the mornings, even monkeys are swinging away.
After warming down, Iffah and I went off to get nasi lemak.
When I invited Iffah yesterday, could you believe she replied with a downright "No way!"? I mean, what!? Not even the courtesy to at least hesitate and contemplate? After a lil coaxing, we concluded that if it didn't rain this morn, we'd go. So I got up this morn and texted her to see if she was up for it. She must've sung her lungs out in her effort to get the rain to pour and probably waited till I texted her, you know... in case I overslept so she could somehow wiggle her way out of it. Tough luck, I was determined to get her ass off the couch.
Into our 2nd round of what turned out to be brisk walking instead of jogging, we bumped into my Standard 6 class teacher, Pn. Aishah! She said she recognized our faces but obviously to remember names, she'd have to be Einstein or something (no, she didn't say that). She better remember me, she threw me off to the end corner of the room to laugh to myself for laughing out loud at the back of a class thanks to a certain Munirah Mazlan for being such a tattle tale.
She still pretty much looks the same and has stopped teaching for about a year now. And us, well not really the same. Some of us just stopped growing that fateful year and now looking vertically challenged more than ever. We were the class of '96 and now it's been 12 years down the road... another full fold of the age we were back then and more than eligible to vote. We chatted for quite a bit. Oh Mun, I brought your name up too just to check her memory but she probably remembers your mom better. Sorry! Hahah.
Well it was all good. We're a pretty healthy neighbourhood you know, us TTDIans? You should see how packed the park is in the mornings, even monkeys are swinging away.
After warming down, Iffah and I went off to get nasi lemak.
