Functional Insanity

Due to my ridiculous fear of being attacked by virus dressed as spam spread by Friendster, I’m moving my blog.

It is now here.

And let’s hope to God I’ll update more often there (-.-ll)

Will now be closing down Friendster, all the spam is killing my mood.

Plus Amir said Friendster’s spam sends porn stuff.

My Facebook can be found here.

So long~
-SSZ.

Why la got no toilet paper?

I know I made sure it’s finished on Thurs night.

Why didn’t the cleaners fill ‘em up again?

*kicks bath tub*

God. How long has it been since I’ve updated?

*admits to being a blogger failure*

The thing is…

Amir has a blog and Melissa has one too.

Mine is… well, not-so-berguna in terms of QM updates

(-.-ll)

I’m happy to be in London.

Really.

It’s great going to a Uni that’s far from home.

I get to sleep with my school clothes on.

I get to go see movies on school nights.

I get to gossip and drink coffee all night long.

I get to OD on Arashi stuff till dawn.

I get to…

…kesimpulannye, I get to do alot of things I’m sure my mom won’t really approve la.

But.

I hate the fact that I can’t pop my head in her bedroom, wail about how dentistry is hard and get her to show me how to drill those teeth.

Cons is driving me insane.

Cavity design, restorative; not big enough, not deep enough, stop! you hit the pulp!

@_@

Malaysia is like, what? 3203298238 km away?

What’s the point of doing what my mom is doing if i can’t be a spoil brat and take advantage of her 40+ years of skills?

*throws a tantrum*

Emo, yes.

I’m depressed
will someone please bring me out for waffles?

I burnt cookies the other day.
On a happier note:

no i am not promoting my cik abang

AMIR, LOOK!

High man-boots!

:DD
Melissa made me potato salad.

I’m happy to live next to her

Just got Iman hooked on a j-dorama.

(I really shouldn’t, that girl is already hooked on various manga, anime and has a TV in her room to play her PS2. Oh. And she’s a medic student)

But anyways, felt like pimping.

Maou - The Devil

A lawyer revenges for his brother death, killed by a schoolmate a few years back. By killing the murderer and everyone involved.

Boring?

The thing is… he killed all of them, without even laying a finger on any of them.

Brilliant, kan?

Plus. The lawyer looks like this:

Hotness!

*drools*

Anyways, go read a nice post about me at Amir’s blog here.

And because I was touched, I decided to write a little something for him as well.

(This was suppose to be his bday pressie but I got him a cheap Soduku book instead)

The one that dresses better than me.

The one that cried watching 1Litre of Tears.

The one that wants to buy the whole TopShop.

The one that responds to gossips as expected.

The one that understands by just a roll of your eyes.

The one that, although doesn’t look like it, is nice.

The one you search for in a crowded room for a friendly face and a smile.

The one.

Amir Hazwan Abd Rahim.

Hebat tak aku, Amir? *bangga*

I’m feeling nice, anyone wants their version of my kindness?

Oh yes.

Did I tell you about a shitty day I had because of Lloyds?

I had a shitty day because of Lloyds.

Am not going to talk about it because I’m pretty sure I whined about it to basically everybody already

(-.-ll)

Selamat Hari Raya!

And because I have time on my hand before I go eat Raya stuff for the third time today, here’s a couple of pictures.

Yes, yes. The kitchen looks ugly.

But at least the food looks okay, kan?

*hopeful*

The last picture is mandatory.

Because my baju raya looks pretty. Because Amir and Melissa rock!

The night before Raya, we:

• poured massive amount of santan in the rendang. Oops, sorry guests. I am the reason you have hypertension now.
• packed the ‘homemade’ nasi impit while shouting “Oooh, panas! Panas!”
• ate Melissa’s ricecakes.
• learned the name of a kueh raya that’s obscene. No Melissa, I’m not going to write the name here.
• learned that Melissa is extremely naive and will say ‘teko’ over and over again when asked by Amir :p

Raya.

Such fun.

And although we had to go to lectures form 9.30am to 5pm…

(and couldn’t go to MSD and Open House T_T)

…we had a great time guzzling down Raya food

I couldn’t use the internet when I first arrived in London.

Considering the fact that the only reason I’m happy to be back in London is the super-fast internet connection….

…I was not very happy.

But anyways, it’s working now.

And the first thing Melissa told me to do is to rake through her blog and answer her tagged questions.

So here goes:

The Wedding Tag

1. How old are you?
older than Melissa :p

2. Are you single?
nope. Married to Nino.

3. In what age do you think you’ll get married?
Mid 40s? So old right? My eggs will all be gone already.

4. Do you think you’ll be marrying the person you are with now? Who’s with me now?!

*panics thinking about some ghost sitting next to me*

5. If not, who do you want to marry?
Like I say to practically everyone who’s blatantly ask me this question: Nino

6. Do you want a garden/beach wedding, or the traditional church wedding?
Garden/ beach? Ape tu… kahwin lari ke? (>.<)

7. Your ideal motif?
Of the wedding? Let’s see.

Good food

8. Where do you plan to go on a honeymoon?
Sabah. Cheap XD Plus, the beach is heavenly.

9. How many guests do you think you’ll invite?
Uh. 2000. 50 from my side and 1950 from his side. He’s paying for the wedding, though.

10. Do you want an extravagant or a simple wedding?
How extravagant are we talking about here? Do I have to change my dress 5 times? Will there be lobster on the menu??

11. Do you want the traditional vows or something you’d make up on your own?
Vows? What vows? Promise not to cheat on me with some random fangirl from Japan is good enough.

12. How many layers of cake do you want to have?
Ooh. Fancy. 5. Each layer with different fillings ok? And lay-off the icing.

13. Do you prefer having your reception at a hotel or at a simple place?

Hotel. Don’t have to clean up after that. My parents will be pleased

14. When do you want to get married, evening or morning?

When it’s not raining…?

15. You’d rather have your reception outdoors or indoors?

Outdoors? Aiyoo, stain my white shoes. Indoors. With air-con.

16. Do you like a grand entrance for your groom?

For the groom? Why would he need an entrance? Eh. Wedding is specifically for the bride to act all demure and pretty. Who looks at the groom? *snickers*

18. Name the song/tune you’d like played at your wedding.

Wouldn’t it be the traditional ‘kompang’ song?

19. Are you a morning person or a night person?

What does this have anything to do with weddings? @_@

Considering it’s 1am right now, I’ll say night.

20. Do you want a solemn ceremony or a light one?

Solemn. Horror, light…? Then he’s not serious. Baik takyah kahwin…?

22. Describe your ideal husband.

Very easy.

Google Ninomiya Kazunari.

23. Do you prefer fine dining or just the normal spoon & fork/knife?

Fine dining. Fancy menu = Nicer food right?

24. Champagne or red wine?

Sirap Limau.

25. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?

Right after. Why wait?

26. Money or household items?

Money. I’ll choose my own towels and bath robes, thank you.

27. Who will pay for the bills?

Him.

28. Are you ready for married life?

With Nino?

Oh yes 8D

30. Will you always be true to your wife/husband?

Hope so.

31. How many kids do you want?

None. But then who’ll pray for me when I’m rotting in the grave? (-.-ll)

Fun. Haven’t done this for awhile.

Now to complete the wordy interview:

Credits: jennah_13

Fabulous, no?
♥

Anyways.

You know my cat?

The one that doesn’t think he’s a cat.

Well.

He managed to find a way to lari dari rumah.

And when my mom saw him and shouted, “Oi! You stupid cat! You’re going to die out there!” he actually had the decency to look guilty.

He came back in the house, climbed into his cage, pulled the door with his paw and sulked.

*peluh besar*

The sun is shinning really brightly at the moment.
But I don’t mind.
I’m thinking of how cold London will be.
And how the sun rays are never warm enough.

I do NOT want to start school again.

It’s gloomy right?
But I’ve looked out of the window
And it doesn’t seem to be raining.

Who’s on a 3 months holiday at the moment and enjoying every minute of it?
Me!

The silliest thing happened the other day.
I was watching a ghost movie.
And at this particular scene, a psycho-man who supposedly can see dead people told this lady that her phone will ring.
And it did.
No, wait.
My phone rang
At the exact moment, my phone had to sing its heart out.
(Guess it’s my fault for not silencing it)
Thank God I was sitting on the far side of the cinema.
People couldn’t throw stale popcorn at me.

Moving on.
Now who has an ‘other world’? Another life?
The one where you get an alter ego.
So that you get to live the life you want the way you want it?
Let’s just say you do have one.
And suddenly, it turns out to be NOT as perfect as you’ve expected.
What would you do?
Create a new ‘world’?
Brave it like you’re doing with your real life and be miserable with both lives?
I am… at lost.
Of an answer.
Help.

On the other hand, I have been fulfilling my food list for the summer.
Let’s see.
Japanese food: check
KFC: check
Beef BBQ: check
Gain 10kgs: …uh….
Unfortunately, that’s a check
*sighs at flabs on tummy*

But anyways, I am enjoying myself.

Are you?

You know you’re on holiday when:

• you wake up, without even glancing at the clock, goes back to sleep again.
• someone mentions a weird anatomy word and although it sounds familiar (like something the lecturer screamed in class), your brain hardly cares.
• it’s raining and it takes you at least half an hour staring at the rain, trying to think what you’re going to do today.

What’s the word for it?
Oh, yeah.
Bliss.

Guilty eating.
Know that?
No, not when you’re pressured by your friend to eat her homemade stew.
It’s when you eat something so good; so oily, so salty and so sweet.
So deliciously sinful.
After the whole ‘Puasa Walker’ thinghy, I’ve been cutting my chips intake.
Till the other day.
A buy 1, free 1 kind of thing.
Never heard of the brand, but the sudden internal ‘I want~’ growled and I bought it.
Maaaan, it was so good.
One bite and the whole pack’s gone.
The guilt came 2 minutes after I licked the bag clean.
The ‘My waist just expanded 2 inches and my cheeks are officially chipmunk-ed again’ kind of guilt.
Eurgh.
Wonder how this is gonna work when I go back home and finish off Lays all by myself.

Pushing all that aside, let’s focus on the more wonderful things.
Like this:

Who’s the adorable guy half-hidden in his futon?

Have a nice day!

*retreats under duvet*

Tiger Balm.
It’s the ointment.
The one that acts like an ice cold pack stapled to you stomach, the one that pushes all that angin out and the one that helps you sleep at night.
My saviour.
Trust me, Tiger Balm is the ointment.
Thank you, God for letting Raz have it.

I’m only partially updating my friendster.
Will be posting many pictures after my results come out.
Atas sebab….
…well.
I’m lazy.

You know how at one point of your life, you understand what it takes to be acceptable.
By pretending.
Yup.
Taking a role of someone who will please the group of people you’re entertaining at the moment.
For example:
You relatives arrive.
Poof: change into that timid, shy, high-achiever but very humble person that makes good (although packaged) tea.

Cool kids of the school notices you.
Poof: change into this slouching person with a ‘I’m-cool-as-well’ aura, nods and say "wassup"

Things like that.
I mean.
This is normal.
Everybody does it.
The huge flaw?
One way or another you will look bad on the other side, the other group of people.

Let’s try a quiz.
You walk down your hallway and a group of people is at the side talking.
Do you…
A. Say ‘hey~’, smile and chat along with them.
B. Give a small smile, nods and continue walking
C. Stares at your shoes, pretending you can’t see them and walk on through?

If you had answered A:
You are friendly and approachable. Congratulations. But the other bunch of people (at the moment hidden from view) will consider you a slut. They’ll be all… "Tau tak minah tu menyebuk je… invading privacy… nak sume orang suke die."

If you had answered B:
You are independent. Congratulations. One side will think (but not admit) that it’s cool you look all important and had to rush off doing…. well, some important thing.
The other side will say, "Eeee, menyampah betul aku, ingat die tu hebat sangat ke? High standard la konon, sampai tak leh borak ngan kitaorang."

If you had answered C:
You’re…. uh, humble? Congrats. One group will shout that you’re sombong. Another will go thinking how nice and proper you are for acting like some perempuan melayu terakhir.

What I’m rambling about here is that,
no matter what your actions are, there’s always that other side…
….talking behind your back, frowning at your actions.
So the real question is:
Do you…
A. Pick one side, at well on that and ignore the other?
And be called unfriendly.
B. Pick all side and try to please every side, every single time?
And be call a hypocrite?

On another note,
Amir belanja-ed me and Melissa at the Pizza Hut Buffet today.
I wish I had stuffed myself silly with all that pizza, pasta and salad.
But my tummy grumbled halfway through.
Had to rush back to Floyer.
And go to the bathroom.