mama in her mood

mama is in a decorating frenzy...she has been buying furniture, knick-knacks, plants and flowers and house fixtures since early november last year...slowly she is throwing away rubbish (well, mummy simply cannot throw things away, not matter how useless and old those things are, so indeed, we have lots of things to throw)....the rubbish is just humongous!!!!!!....anyway, now we have new beds, new study tables, new bathroom fixtures and water heater, new pretty fans, new lights, new study chairs (very very cute!in purple and pink), new air-con unit, more plants and okay the list is just endless....


anyway, on top of all decorating frenzy, she is painting our house...when i came home late november last year, she has done the ground floor and she is currently attacking our rooms and toilet...the result is...we have to smell the horrendous paint fumes...and guess what?...she always always always make sure she paints at night, the time when all of us are busy doing something important in the room....


i am still reeling and feeling light headed from last night's paint fumes when mummy painted our bedroom door (it's really clean pretty white!now we can't differentiate our room door and the wall surrounding it!thanks mama!)...and when we complained, guess what mummy said...'i love the smell of new paint!why don't u guys like it?'...in a puzzled voice....well...we just don't...we get headaches...it's really toxic...mummy u should be wary of the smell!!!!!!!


another moment to remember is the fact that last night's door painting lead to splashing of white paint on jaja's bags...she just split...it's not funny but alas, when i recall back, the moment is simply precious...mama's reaction: 'just wash the bags'....the thing is, it is not washable!!!!


overall, i like our house as it is...it's home...but mama wants to make it prettier...she is still painting and buying and throwing things...well ma, what ever that makes u happy!!!!!in the end, we still love our house, if only our neighbours smelly cats can miraculously disappear somewhat (or the neighbours themselves pretty please?)....won't that be just perfect?

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god...she is seriously pissed off...i did promise not to write about it...*sigh*....teenage angst and all that...

joyeux anniversaire baby girl!

yes yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's the time of the month, ooops, the special time of the year when one's loved ones celebrated the date of one's birth (can i be more lame?)...on this auspicious day (the date will remain a secret due to the fact that i'm pretty sure my baby girl will be royally pissed if i even mentioned a teeny tiny hint of the real date here) i will make a special dedication to my little baby girl...not that she's small anymore...or even a baby...anyway...here u go baby girl!happy ehem something-year birthday baby girl!!!!!!!!!!u r one special baby who aggravates me every moment in my life....


on that special note, it is worth noted that i wished her happy bday about 30 minutes past 12 am on her birthday....she somehow sounded hmm pissed off but not really (since she was on the phone with her reject bf, opps i promised not to say anything about her bf, very touchy subject, that)...moving on, i haven't gotten her a bday present...typical mohd hanif household tradition...not that she has consistently given me any bday present all these years (believe me, it has considerably been years, well my age is a closely guarded secret)...


to end this dedication, i want to make a special note that her bf did gave her a perfect present...the idea of the whole thing is perfect anyway, if not the actual present...he gave her a pair of shoes!...as u may have noted, me being a queen of shoe-whore has bequeathed my shoe-whoredom to my dear sister alin...my baby loves shoes...but........(a long pause to mark a long pondering/reflection session)....the shoes themselves...need more help here, dear boy...here are the shoes (i know i did promised my whole body cell that i wouldn't mention her present or the shoes themselves but i couldn't resist!she is my baby sister!):

well...it's a tad too uhmm matronly-ish for my teenage sister...but it's the thought that matters, non?...what do u think?

2010

so....new year...me?...i have nothing to say....well...except i am more aware that new year denotes another year adding to my requisite age...anyway...moving on...ah...yes...my sister...alin...great news, i know her blog address now...sadly, she knew her sisters are stalkers, the good type (u betcha!) thus she locked it...dang it!...i hate to hack coz it's just to painstalking...hmmm...


ah the year 2010...what does that signify, other than another year in my age notch?....it means new resolution....NOT!!!...that never works...it means i need to get a life (year after year i've been reminding myself of this fact)...anyway...i'm running out of words...i need to mess with my sister and bro real bad...in fact it's an addiction and a craving that is never appeased...okay...now, baby girl and baby boy!here i come!!!!!!!!!!!!!


p/s: no cute furry animals and innocent huge-eyed babies are harmed during this writing.

visiting durian

evie, nicole, lewe and janus came to kl for a holiday...with them they brought michael and morton (did i spell ur names correctly?)...the thing i remember most is lewe, michael, janus and morton's reactions to durian...we went to pak li's kopitiam (my absolute favourite, not that i have lots of favs) and we ordered like humongous amount of food...for dessert (we did order practically half of the menu) nicole ordered the durian-ice-shaving....it was....a crazy experience, to be pc....


they couldn't even stomach the smell...the made these disgusted faces (very very comical) and gosh the taste!!!!!don't even describe the taste...to quote morton 'it tasted like fart...nasty fart (at that)'...fart????did u guys think i'd purposely feed ur delicate palates with FART????but still...their reactions are precious....they couldn't stand anything related to durian...what about durian cake/ice cream guys???looking back, i still don't get that...is there anything about durian that is particularly nasty to foreigners but yummy to locals?


anyway, i experienced a lot these few days when they were here in kl...for example, it's really really hard for me to recommend a ba-kut-teh restaurant to evie and nicole since yup most of the ones i know are like at the suburbs...secondly, kl is really really jammed with people...esply bukit bintang area...i hate that...thirdly, i'm now all reacquainted to kl's public transportation, majorly the trains...i've been to berjaya times square like 4 days in a row...fourthly, sushi king is not particularly great in times square...the food is so mediocre, i wonder why people even go there...but i do love the fish ice cream (my sister alin loved it!)...remember the fish ice cream evie, nicole?u guys got it at the korean restaurant on nicole's bday ^^


fifth, morton and janus are the crazy ones, lewe and michael are the level headed ones, nicole and evie, well, i've lived with evie and seen nicole so many times it's difficult to describe them with just a sentence...they are great!sixth (is there a sixth?), i feel bad for them for the taxi situation...the taxi drivers fleeced them like lambs just coz they are foreigners...bad impression malaysians...seventh, (i've reached my limits of counting here) morton still didn't get his skate board, janus did spent a LOT on shopping (even though he did promised me so many times before coming) and i love the thoughtful gifts u guys brought for my family (the chocolates and the fragrant tea are just delish!the rose, well, like my sister said, my first from a guy, even though it was from all of u guys...let me keep my delusion)...


hope u guys had a great time in malaysia and do come back for a visit!next time i promise i'll have a license and i'll bring u guys to other places!

p/s: visiting durian is just a misleading title to make things all the more interesting than they actually are...

what have i learned this year?

good question...bear on reflecting (u can see my language is deteriorating appallingly)...will think about it deeply...hmmm...

hisashiburi-dane?

yes, it's been a while does it?heaven knows time is not a problem here...i'm swamped (by not doing anything, to quote michael parting words 'u should get a job this summer'...sure michael...sure...)...i'm missing my good friends, nia, rachel and joyce...we had such great times (doing stupendous things)...shout out to my friends who are far away...have a blessed christmas this year...

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lalalala

u know when u see someone all fired up doing something u want to do the same thing, right?...do get what i mean??...anyway, reading someone's blog motivated me to write...but...i don't have anything to say...so...hey people!!!!!!!what's up????????

learn about thyself

cleaning up and clearing up shoe racks enlighten me to a few facts of my inner self:

1. i'm a shoe-whore (not that i don't notice this before)...i have tons of shoes...particularly heels...and flats...and shoes...more shoes...
2. my shoes occupy a third of my family shoe rack (more like a shoe wardrobe)...this is a notable achievement...the fact that i come from a family of 7, 5 of them being females with lots of shoes...u do the math...
3. i take great care of my shoes...truly...i have shoes aged more than 5 years, in healthy condition...shows how great my shoes love is...
4. i want more shoes...
5. my mom should buy a bigger shoe-wardrobe...
6. i want more money to buy more shoes...
7. i need a rich as dirt sugar daddy...to pay for my shoes...
8. i want to go shoe shopping...

this is the harley's great enlightenment of the week...

public announcement

i'm in a great mood to be pissed (i learned how to excellently write a paradox in college, thank you my great teachers)...it's supposed to be a past event but i just have the need to write it now...i was traveling to a mall in the city (such a big event, the use of the word 'traveling') by the lrt and monorail (aka the trains)...on my way back, as usual the train was packed like a tin of sardines (so boring, need to come out with new idioms)...as usual, there were a bunch of youngsters (most of them who do this are usually young, the younger they are, the morally idiot they are, unsurprisingly)...


okay moving on, these younguns were seated on the infirm seats...u know, the seats for old people or pregnant ladies, special seats...of course in a course of a ride i can hardly see an old person or a pregnant lady (at least so far in my experience, but then again it's just coincidence)...but on that particular ride, this pregnant lady came in the train...she looked tired...what did these stupid moronic youngsters do?...*clap clap* yes they ignored her...she stood like about 10 cm from their seats, for her whole long journey...i could recall, there were this idiotic guy who was holding some sort of cert from a local uni (i remember him well, the rat bastard)...this moron was chatting to a malay girl wearing a headscarf and very stylish outfit (the bitch)...and there were 2 other malay bitches sitting next to the first bitch...


the lady stood for the whole 5 or 6 stops...looking very exhausted...very heavily pregnant...none, i repeat, none of those who had seats even looked at her and offered their seats, those morons...and me, the moron of all morons, were too caught up doing the whole internal debate whether i should ask someone to relieve his/her seat for the lady and take a risk of being shot the evil eye from the preggie lady (she did look fierce and had the whole 'i take care of my own business' look on her face)....i should have just done it...at least i tried...


the moral of the story here, so far these malay youngsters have appropriately proven to me that they can be heartless, conscienceless son of a gun (on a previous ride, this nice chinese guy gentlemanly gave my sister and i seats) and i am a coward...live and learn people....live and learn...