dear mr & mrs bloggie…
I'm sleepy.
Truly.
But since everyone's blogging about their New Year, I suppose I ought to too.
Before this day comes to an end.
So here goes….
*yawnz*
I total majority of you guys had let loose for the New Year celebration.
Say….a wild partying session or simply just counting down those precise seconds with your loved ones.
Inclusive of booze and fags.
Kan kan kan?
The last time I had a fruitful countdown was two years back, celebrated with Juls and my sister at Planet Paradigm.
Eewww I know but hey, it was memorable ok. Though I have to add it wasn't the syok-est moment, considering Juls and I slept in the not-so-cozy-tent at the beach while dear sister slept comfortably in her Intercontinental Hotel suite with her dearest boyfie.
Sheesh.
Back to my say…
So how was my New Year celebrated?
With all due respect, it was Hari Raya Haji hor.
My sister and I teamed up to wear Jubah, hence Jubah we girls wore.
[To those of you who are not aware of what Jubah is, it is actually an Arabian black robe.]
Kheh.
I kinda like the feel of it. Pious sort of look. Ehem.
It was truly a merriment day for my cousins were there too. It was the exact definition of fun minus the liquor of course. Heee…
Sadly, as the day came to an end, when everyone was gone, I was left in abrupt gloominess.
Home. Ouch.
On my bed.
Slumped.
And bumped.
ouch ouch ouch!!!
Countdown was so disappointing.
Dear 2007…. please be good to me!
For now, I'm too tired to write my adventures in 2006.
And I'm still considering my resolutions for 2007 despite the fact that it will be redundant anyway.
So wait up.
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In connection to this whole hoo haa countdown.….
At 11pm on 31st December 2006…
I daresay the whole lot of you was just about ready to pump up for the celebration, yes?
Ill-timed for one, I was told that my sister's dear friend had passed away.
It was saddening to hear about her story. Well, god loves her more indeed.
I was fortunate enough to have been acquainted with her for a few meets. Even so, she was one to be remembered. Always.
My sister and I attended her funeral just now.
These are worn only for specific occasions ya.
And I have no idea how to wear a tudung the proper way so pardon the look.
*cough*
On a more serious note…
Oh the agonies...
Melancholy. Grief. Pain.
No other words to replace those emotions I saw in each and every of her loved ones.
Yes sister, I feel you.
Amidst those tears, I was fuming too.
I was piqued to see her group of friends, be it Chinese, Indian or Malay dressing so casually as it they're out for their outings.
Pardon my boorishness but ack, they were too much lah.
You don't wear sleeveless tops or short skirts or Bermudas to a funeral. Hello!
Why do you think they call it "pay your respects"?
It is kind of literal!!!
Stupid is what stupid does and stupid is indeed what you goons are!
Bongok!
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Speaking of stupidity, this leads me to my next topic.
First and foremost, I want to thank Anna for showering me those compliments in her blog. Flattery does not become me so we shall leave the credits be aye…
We had a jolly tête-à-tête just now via Msn of course.
One of the many conversations we had was concerning hairstyles.
Yes, puzzled you there, haven't I?
Let me share you something about me, okay…
Firstly, I say what I feel, despite the consequences of people's feelings.
(Ironically, I am a sensitive person as well.)
My words always got me into trouble even though they are used without provocation. I'm not one known for violence but my sarcasm usually does the trick. If it is not sarcasm, wit is my other defense. It holds an iota of truth ok. Justified?
I don't go for wisecracking….it is just calisthenics with words. Waste of time aje.
Some people are stupid enough not to read between the lines but when they do, they got all fired up and damn it's hilarious!
Anyway…. The whole motive of my clarified ground is to tell you that regardless of my say, I am only human so excuse my rotten behavior as this entry is meant to spite.
The reason why Anna and I discussed about hair was because of two nitwits actually.
For one, apparently a certain someone had her hair snipped . It definitely didn't suit her face for it kind of made her face look rounder than ever. *Next time, try getting a hairstyle that suits your face shape hor. Don't bother attempting haircuts despite the trend.
I'm not trying to imply that I have a nice hairstyle for even you have to admit, with my long oval face, short hair suits me better. Yes, go shoot me.
Hey, I didn't say I like my hair any better. It's still thin and limp so all is fair eh.
For the other twit, her hair is perpetually disarrayed and unkept. Even after getting a job as a flight attendant, her hair is still unruly. Eeek! But she insists on calling my dear friend a retard. She is badly in need of a mirror lah Anna!
Thus, that became our next laughing stock for now.
We banter at the merest gimmick and this time they sure put smiles on our faces. Don't blame us; those idiots brought trouble to themselves. Next time do not try to get into our bad books for we usually will fight till we witness your downfalls. Pray tell when we will discard on our pursuits to see your ruin. We don't give up easily you know….
Muah hahahahahah!!!!
*more evil laughter*
Sheesh… I don't wanna be mean ok. Circumstances called me to behave in this ill manner.
But for my case, I was innocently unaware that she wanted to jeopardize my relationship with Juls with her senseless spectulations. Plus, she bestowed her contradicting values to me as if she's some kind of saint. Puhleeez.
So when I finally got the gist of her whole intention, she had automatically created a spot in my book for being the most ridiculous creature to try to mess with me. And that called for my spiteful behavior. I don't like dramas unless I know the story well. So don't try to be funny with me.
As for Anna, it is not really my place to tell. To shorten it though, that twit I was talking about is her boyfriend's ex who will do whatever it takes to win him back. Let me repeat that; whatever it takes.
We are not victims. But we refuse to believe that we're villains when we were not the ones who started this whole shit at the first place.
They called it upon themselves what.
Tsk tsk…
Poor them eh Anna….
In what way are we pretending to hide our animosity ni…?
As far as I'm concerned, I'm inviting more.
Anna was called a pretender. As for me, there's no need to elaborate. You get the drift.
Stupid fools they are.
Okay, I'm beginning to speak in riddles.
Well… to round up my evil entry, I just want to tell you readers that well I'm nice…
But niceness has a price.
So. Mind. Your. Words.
*blink blink*
Nonetheless Happy New Year!
364 days to go…
cinta
fasyalba
