Today is Monday and for your information, I have nothing bad against Monday.
I had a cool splendid weekend with the bf. Every weekend is splendid actually, even it's just the same old lepak place and the same old things to do. Aaaah talk about love I see stars above the ceiling now and the heart goes ooohh lala..
On Saturday, we went to look for raw material for his FYP. I honestly hate the stainless steel shop. They all look depressing, all cluttered and dusty. Everywhere you turn you might get scratch from the sharp-steel-edges and if not, your linen pants will just suffer the same.
On Sunday, we had breakfast, reflexology (he insisted, I'm glad) and 2 movies (Vantage Point and CJ7) and they were good. But seriously, don't swallow my whole words.
See for yourself and be your own judge okay?
Oh this post is so straightforward, monotonous and booo0Oring.
Well, someone is sick today. Poor him.
Get well real soon ya. I miss the healthy you.
The roomate has been humming Corrine Bailey Rae's Like A Star.
And I have a serious disease which I tend to sing anything peple around me humm/sing for, even I hate the song to the core. But this one remind me of people I love.
Corrine Bailey Rae - Like A Star.
Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands,
Honour to love you.
Still I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind.
You've got this look I can't describe,
You make me feel like I'm alive,
When everything else is au fait,
Without a doubt you're on my side,
Heaven has been away too long,
Can't find the words to write this song,
Oh,
Your love.
Now I have come to understand,
The way it is,
It's not a secret anymore,
'cause we've been through that before,
From tonight I know that you're the only one,
I've been confused and in the dark,
Now I understand.
If you think you are one of them, please dload it, quick!
Like A Star
Scary Stranger
The story happened when I was walking down the stairs yesterday, with my gym bag, alone, heading to bf's car.
The destination : the pool, for a good undisturbed laps (hehe) which has been the highlight of every Friday.
When suddenly a lady (I assume she is Rakan Masjid, judging from her.. uhmm..ohh you can guess she's one!) stopped me and asked
'Kenapa nampak sangat sedih..?' she asked.
'Huh?' Seriuosly. I didn't get what she said.
'Your face. You look so sad'
'Eh taklah.. I look like this all the time.' Which is very true. Agree?
Then she stepped on my way which I believe she did that (purposely) to block me from running away.
I pulled down my shades to be polite and look at this unbelievable strange person in front of me.
'You know if you have problem you can tell me'
Uninvited hand (hers) was placed on my shoulder.
Which part of me you don't understand, dear love?
'No saya betul-betul tak ada masalah. Why you are so certain and so sure that I do? If you want to get into me talking about my subconscious-complicated emotion, subconscious-boyfriend's problem or my (obvious) iman disabilities, which you want to believe I have, then do me a favour okay?
Please be less creepy next time you approach a stranger's soul'
Well, that little speech were not verbally mentioned, by the way.
Instead, I said 'No I tak ada masalah and I'm not sad' and left.
I do have issue with strangers. Ohh yes I do!
Industrial Training Captures
Browsing through the internship folders, and found these pictures.
I never talked about it here eh? My 8 months training, I mean.
This is how we do it. *grin*
Gossip buddies, Quran class-mate, my saviours - Kak Liana and Kak Farrah.
I took this, an ERP in Mutiara Damansara. Notice the rainbow? Nice.
Health program. I'm the youngest participant (the program is tailored for above 40's, ehehehe) Royal Adelphi Seremban je pun.
Kak Ayu and Kak Shaz. Can't imagine days at office w/o them!
It's Cold Outside
I'm losing interest in writing and lazy has been a very good friend of mine lately.
But I'm sure it's temparory.
In this freaking competitive world, I'm lost.
We Have a Thief Among Us!
WE HAVE A THIEF AMONG US!
Kami telah kehilangan 2 jeans (Levis biru gelap and Guess biru terang) kedua-duanya saiz 34/25 pada minggu ke-2 and ke-4 semester ini.
Kedua-duanya di curi semasa di jemur di palang berhampiran tangga level 4.
We believe it is the same person because of the same size.
If you girls know the whereabouts of the two jeans (or the rat herself) or experienced the same thing, pleaaaase let us know to prevent more stolen clothes.
Call/sms : 012-386**** (House 4.3)
"We Love All Our Clothes!!"
This notice is to be posted on every floor of this block.
I am seriously sick of losing favourite jeans and baju(s). Since last semester quite a lot of mine went MIA while they were supposed to remain still on the bar till I picked them up when dried.
We have a theory that this rat is as my size, with my waist circumference.
And she may not be the cleaner girls because those were hang inside the house are untouched.
What if I found her?
Pernah tengok Haneysa mengamuk?
Nak cuba?
Spluch!
Usually, when the girls asked me to go jogging in the late afternoon, I would always say yes. But lately, I have a heavenly time under my duvet that makes me think, maybe I belong here. Maybe for ever...
Things We can Learn From the Boyfriends
- Cursing. The whole length of it. Quick example, the car in front of you speed like a snail. you should go 'What the fuck yo' instead of our conventional bongok, or bodoh. Err, please don't do the finger ya ladies. I'm not that far extend yet.
- That compressor is actually a component in the car that actually compress things. Heh. And how to pump the tires. Or change flat tires. (Been there but not done that dozens of times, but still clueless about it)
- Eye-ing hot chicks without the person next to us noticing. Bonus point if you can guess her size. Her cute-top size I mean. ;p
- Why they never (in their life, and their next life) verbally envy other boys their kind. And stalk him in friendster, myspace, facebook, blogspot and google his name (if any social online services fail to locate him). And dreaming of his hot bangs and nice-ly figured-legs.
- Gadgets. Latest MacBook air and Time Capsule for example. Keep up girls! Keep up!
- Always come up with the minimum pages of report.
- On how to be thick skin especially when you make the grandiose entrance in the lecture hall. How to work fashionably late, fashionable.
- Dress up as quick and fast as lightning. And do acknowledge the fact it's late by increasing your speed of movements and for-go the unecessaries. It's annoying to wait ok.
- Football match schedule. So you know what they talked about and act cool as if you're a fan. Or casually talk about it with the father during awkward moments.
- How they pull shorts and shirt and still look bersiap!
His Twenty-third Birthday
Today, someone turns 23!
It's tu-went-ny-tree!
Officially, he's older than me.
But I know if I (joking-ly, of course!) call him abang, he would kill me,
girlfriend or no girlfriend.
I took a lot of time to think about what to write in the birthday card.
Most time I disagree when some say there're no enough words in the world can describe feelings, and shame on them for having such a small pool of vacobulary.
But this time I beeeeeggg to differ.
All the words in my world (Lesson 1 : Engineering school kills your English) mumble jumble in my head.
I phrased my ultimate romantic sense on a piece of junk paper, an nervously shook my legs to drain out ideas in form of words.
When finished, my writing looks like a twelve-year-old, in an unattractive way.
Ah, what the hell.
I love you and you know it.
Happy Birthday Love.
An Ordinary Weekend
I had a lazy weekend. Nice, lazy, final, year weekend.
So nice that we went swimming twice on Friday. And paint our backs with stripes of swimsuit due to sunburnt.
Nostalgic.
On Saturday there was the Ability Test. A test comprised of Verbal and Numerical abilities held by the HR Petronas that literally (or figuratively?) cracked my head off.
And on Sunday, the bf and I went brunch (brunch is a sign you are with someone for so long) at Old Town Ipoh. He was not feeling very well so we canceled the plan to climb the Cameron Highland and had long marathon of Heroes instead.
I guess I love weekend so dearly, that I can make weekend loves me back.
Anyway, off to Seremban tomorrow.
And before I forget, Xin nian kuai le to all my Chinese friends!
Have a blast ya!
