`just so you know, i DIDN'T invite you here

Sunday, March 18, 2007

♥ 9:08 PM

(8) brown eyes & lungs are filled up with smoke (8)

the starting of song that puts me to sleep.
if u guys dont know what's (8), type it in msn & then push enter.

for mahmudah's & everyone's reference, my subject combinations are :
h2 maths
h2 chem
h2 geog
h1 phys

sososo,
i'll have to start focusing on my studies.
i thought my burden was long left behind after my O's .
butbut, here it comes again .
much harder, though.

ok.
rewind.
went to jb on thursday morning .
let's skip the custom.

so, met with the rest of the relatives at the lobby .
the hotel was THE ZON.
it was formerly known as EDEN or wadever tat sounds like tat.
datok k bought the hotel n the name changed.
serious speaking.

me, mom, sis, little cuzzins & two grandmamas got the suite.
my auntie, little cuzzin & another little cuzzin got the regular room.

the suite was fantastic.
i just wish i could live there.
if only i could get datok k as my scandal.
& then, i'll have all my girlfriends n boyfriends to come over at MY suite.
then, suite life of atika & friends will exists .

k.
too much imagination.

by coincidence, my malaysian cousin work at the hotel.
the zon is like an integrated resort.
not exactly a resort.
but all the necessities are within the area .

the whole building itself is a hotel & a shopping mall.
there's a club .
supermarket.
pharmacy.
air-conditioned hawker centre.

so, i had a haircut .
dyed my hair blue black bcos school doesnt allow tinted hair .
y blue black instead of just black??

well, plain black is just so dull n boring.
blue black gives the effect of glimmer on your hair.
of course it looks like black but it's totally different from black at the same time.
it's more.... blue.
but of course it looks like black.
in other words, blue black is nicer than black.

blue black does not only applies in bruises, it also applies on hair colour.
that's lame.

bought everything i wanted.
ok.. not everything.
the best thing is that everything is paid by my mom.
huahuahua.

one thing i hate about going there.
i get disturbed almost every minute.
im serious.
i got the 'hi sis' in that low, rapist kinnda voice.
i got the 'hi'.
i got alot of comments from ppl i dont even know.
so, moral of the story: stalkers malaysia are much worser than stalkers in singapore.

then, thursday night is ladies' night.
my auntie asked me to go along with her.
butbut plan failed bcos bothh of us was tired.

tuptuptup.
went home on friday night.
a family car picked us up at the hotel's lobby at 8pm.
smuggled a few packs of chewing gums.
den reached home around 9+pm.

changed n then went to yishun.
mom send me there via motorcycle.
n oh.
have i told u my mom passed her tp??
she bought a beautiful gilera, if that's how u spell it.

so dear got so nervous meeting my mom.
haha.
ton at yishun with dear n friends.
den lepak pak pak.
reached dear's hse around 4am.

went into my designated room n slept.
zzzZzzzZZZzz.
woke up at 3pm the next day.
i noe.
burok!

den woke up.
bath.
eat.
play with shasha (dear's dog).
den went to town with dear n dear's mom.

met mira n sinyi there.
met ah long later.

need to be home by 9pm but reached home at 9.20pm.
chill dad.
it's only 20mins.

so today.
sit the whole day at home.
after blogging, have to catch up with my chem with the help of ahmad's chem notes.
tmr schooling.
ughh!!

sayonara.

11.55pm(5mins to midnight) - my bedtime song

`i am me, not someone else