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I am not obliged to update regularly nor put up posts to your interests.

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1. The Last Castle - general Irwin was sentenced to a maximum-security military prison. warden Winter, who is a lower rank than Irwin, runs the prison with an iron fist. Irwin gradually gained respect from the prisoners. their new mission: to seize control of the prison and remove Winter from his command.

2. a true story about an owner who lost her cat. her cat was very much later found at an adoption centre. the owner only discovered it after the 2nd visit and was told that her cat behaved unhappily after her 1st visit.

3.an indian-english film watched on rtm2. it's about a girl who is deaf and blind. came along a teacher who was willing to give up drinking just to educate her until she graduated from uni. the teacher later suffered alzheimer. it was then the girl's turn to make the teacher gain his memory. i was awed when the teacher didn't take advantage of the girl when she insisted to know how a kiss felt like.

i watched these stories recently and i'm moved by them.

SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILADHA(: i can hear the takbir...

sec1 exhibition. supposedly doing promoting with azizah but somehow, ebony became my promoting partner! she's good. i realise we didn't talk about apt.
propaganda.

someone here is trying to be romantic. BUT it's a paranoid thing. storing his messages for the past one year to make a scrapbook with their pictures and the messages below. this is to be given to him as a present on their anniversary. i was being sarcastic and told her that she wouldn't be able to finish it by then when i actually meant, you are conquering the pc! when she has done typing the messages, printing was next. "you think 12 or 13 better? you're a bookworm so you should know what an adult books' font size looks like". wakaka.

my mind was in a complete mess a while ago (due to some matters) therefore i felt an urge to sort it out. by blogging.

it didn't cross my mind i would reach home that late like nearly eight. woots around 7 hrs dealing with twines. my batt went flat at heartland mall just now. great. of all times. thanks azrina for lending me your phone!
the moment i stepped into the corridor of my house, i could hear the discussion between dad and kosong because they were practically shouting. my parents were against the idea of kosong changing her course, especially mum. kosong was desperately explaining to dad and somewhere she mentioned kak iza. kak iza was agitated her name was involved. what's the problem with her man. is it wrong to use her an example of someone who did not pursue on the field she expertise in?

dad just collected the developed photos of the kenduri at my house (including the freeze game. haha semua pose maut punye) and my holiday at kl. because the camera was spoilt during the last few days of our stay at kl, the last few shots of the film(ours is the old-version) cannot be saved - that includes the one with the six of us(my grandaunt didn't follow us touring) and the hosts(who are our relatives) at putrajaya. stupid. it was seriously entertaining being with them. i wanna go again.

tsktsk a lot of bitching done yesterday. i guess that's what we long-lost friends do when we meet. (:

regarding the post on november 10, the SI finalist was paul twohill. urm...if it's true, isn't it such a waste because according to barom, that wasn't the first time the school invited such popular names. as far as i know, they aren't free.

Spending 15.60 on random things with huiyi just now, like durians -- means a lesser chance to get myself a bag.
Lately I've been craving for things and I feel so deprived. First of all, I miss Mestika Safa, the place I visited (the holiday at KL) last 2 weeks. Then, I have been tote bag and belt hunting. And also I've been drooling over kfc since last few weeks and only got to savour it yesterday. On top of all, I miss darling tompok. I pray that she's safe wherever she is. It's the pouring season. She's usually home if it's raining. If she's alive for that matter. Touchwood *touch aqila's head haha*. i treat patrick as tompok btw. both are BONCET! ahh call me crazy...!

Ok let me rewind a bit and narrate to you what I did on Sunday. It was unexpectedly enjoyable. Went to my paternal cousin's solemnization at bishan (yes, near your house aqila). we watched a video on my other cousin's trip to Thailand. The thing is, we watched a kuda kepang video after the kenduri at my house on 2nd dec. Coincidence. Anyway, around 7.20, kosong, kak iza and I excused ourselves and left the house. Kosong and I went on hunt for chip and dale at j8 and north point. Bought them at 10 bucks each and off we went to pasir ris to pass her bf the dale. hmm...trying to be romantic. all in all, bonded with kosong :DD. yay.

Captain's ball match tomorrow at deyi. Wanted to go but priority is homework. All the best Sirius! Fight like a champion, go like a champion, all the rest can go fly kite!

"Tinggalkan keadaan diri dicintai oleh manusia, dan biasakan diri dengan mencintai Allah sekiranya tidak mengira diri sendiri hebat & istimewa." - Cinta Laksa & Ubi oleh Hanifah Trukey. I like the sentence. I've been hooked up on books you see. Actually I love reading but lazy to go borrow and return books. The library is far la.

9 hours in the train going to kl. With my happy-go-lucky cousin, kecoh aunts and mum, weak-kneed grandaunt and annoying brother.
SUPER FUN!

Hah! They should thank me for finishing up the food. It's only polite to finish up the food others made/bought for us you know. I picked up the skill from camps. (I had to eat around 5 pieces of nearly-expired bread at one go for breakfast during second day of annual camp within 35 mins. There were only milo and hotdog to go with the bread). I have expandable tummy! lemme tell you a gist of what we had.
Sunday.
Breakfast: nasi lemak
Lunch: macs (we ate macs the night before too); sundae, French fries, mac chicken, soft drinks(you know how much I dislike soft drinks. I had to finish up a cup of sprite.)
Tea (it was only a difference of few hours after lunch): pie, chips, cookies.
Dinner (right after tea): half a plate of pattaya fried rice.
Supper: French fries (again!), a cup of milo, a cup of tea. The drinks weren't nice so they refuse to drink them.

Monday.
Breakfast: nasi lemak, fried rice, bread with dahl.
Lunch (in train back to Singapore): pattaya fried rice shared with barom (again).
ate junk food in the train.

I finally found a huge Patrick. Bought it at 49.90 ringgit. My cousin bought a huge mr bean's teh-ddaye at 35.90.
we, being playful, decided to press these two against the window n wave their hands at one of the train stations. cute. the people outside were staring.

Went escape today :))).
On the way back, a small cat, which was sleeping by the void deck, caught my eye. It didn't look harmful, so I attempted to stroke it. it looked comfortable with me so I laid it in my arms. omG I miss carrying and squeezing tompok. sorry but please tolerate my ramblings on tompok if you wish to carry on reading my blog.

It's been long since I've spoken proper malay.
Imagine having a great teacher who really sharpens your skill when you're young. He/she goes to a great extent to enable you to master the skill. you score real well for the national exam and is posted to a secondary school. However, the one who's supposed to pass on the baton to further sharpen the skill isn't fit enough to be one. Your results begin to drop dramatically. You feel downgraded and promise yourself to work harder. in the end, it just...drops.
The subject I depend most has been DROPPING. I've wasted cikgu Khadijah's effort.

I'm content to be able to say that my cousins bonded during the night of the kenduri cum party on Saturday the 2nd. We played passing parcel, pass the plastic, treasure hunt, some dance games (kepedasan ejekan pakcik-pakcik tak boleh angkat sey) and burst balloons. Yes, childish whatever you say. The laughter and craziness reminds me of the good old days. The times where we had overnights at grandmother's house and played alipom, rumah dayak, captain's ball, blind mice, etc. and there was one time we sneaked into the gamelan class at kembangan cc. thanks to the uncle in-charge there, we tried the instruments there foc :).
I was also surprised the amount of food my relatives brought to the kenduri. like...wow. they made the food for us?


On the other hand, I miss tompok

Very

much.

terribly.

at least there's my family who share the misery. i know we'll lose her one day but i didn't expect it to be so soon.

ltc and ac is over. december will be spent on homework, i hope. nothing pops out during this month, pretty please. i need time to prepare for school next year. mum promised to bring me to shop at johor. i doubt she keeps to her promise but i still cling on to hope. i'm too dependent to H-O-P-E now.

those times when she lost her children. she waited for her children to come back and followed us to search for her children (i wrote a post on how she reacted when she lost her children a few months ago). those times when we thought we lost her when she didn't appear for one week. she came back with "one of her ears partially cut off". those times when she helped us in one way or another. those times when she made my neighbours dislike her. we came out with excuses not to send her to spca. those times when we pretended to scold her everytime she brought rats home. those times when she quickly go to the kitchen everytime mum screamed "MAKAN!". those times when she meowed at mum to stop screaming at us. she's love.
i was all eager to hug (literally) her when i came back home from camp but was terribly disappointed when i learnt that tompok has not been coming into the house for two days.
it has only been three days we gave her this basket for her to sleep in. i shan't be emo and pretend tompok has never been in the list of people/things i love.
deep down, i still hope she'll come back.