Weeeeeeeee! I am so so happy!

Its been a billion lightyears since I last met Shameera! I finally got the chance to yesterday! :D (28/12/2008)

Me and Diyanah first met at Boon Lay MRT station. It took around an hour to reach from Boon Lay to Eunos MRT station. But whatever. All the waiting was really worth it.

Okay, so after we reached the the station, we immediately went to Mr.Bean to get something to eat and drink. After a few minutes, Sham told us to wait in the carpark. After waiting a few minutes or so, I spotted this familiar looking 7-seater bronze car. Diyanah got all excited, and then the car approached us, and Shameera, who has been dying to see us her whole life, got all excited in the car, smiling and waving and hyperventilating. I was smiling so widely till my cheeks hurt. I kinda got my cheeks cramped.

We were so excited in the car and we started blabbering continuously. I, on the other hand, was touching Shameera to check if my eyes are deceiving me. She told me that she wasn't an illusion. Well its her, then, i thought to myself. Haha well, I'm still my silly self, and Diyanah is still klutzy Diyanah, and Shameera is still loud, talkative Shameera with big boobs. :P

Weee. Okay then, before we knew it we reached this row of terrace houses and Diyanah was like "wow" and I was like "ooh". Yes, I'm a middle-class person who likes big houses..so?

So then, we reached Sham's house and oh my i got excited. The house was so freaking big! It's huge! Going to Shameera's house is like living the high-life! Haha I'm like some very jakun gadis kampung who's uncivilised. I am uncivilised i think. I think.

Okay so back to point, we then reached Shameera's gigantuous godzilla house and I was horrified, in a good way. The white marble tiles were awaiting us, and me and Diyanah ran to the steps, slipping off our shoes to Shameera's greeting mum. Shameera's mum is so young, pretty, and charismatic.

After we were invited into the house, we immediately went to greet the others, and then Shameera brought us up to her room which was almost entirely pinkish-red with a huge king-sized bed in it. We then rattled on and on about our primary school moments in which I can't remember a single thing and then she opened her huge chest full of memories.

Then she took out the primary 6 farewell bottle and showed me what i embarassingly wrote as a farewell note to her during P6 which was something like "May a hummingbird flying low hit you in the head". I had absolutely no idea why I wrote that. It's so embarassing. Now I'm beginning to wonder what other nonsense I wrote on my other friend's bottle. "May a big fat rhinoceros devour you on your way out of primary school"?

So anyways, Diyanah was digging through Shameera's huge chest and then she took out one of Shameera's diaries. Before I knew it, Shameera and Diyanah were wrestling on the bed and I the spectator. I feared for their lives. No, not Shameera's and Diyanah's but Shameera's chest which was slowly but surely slipping off the edge of her bed and Shameera's fragile and easily breakable glass of water which sat vulnerably on the little table close to the chest which was about to fall off.

I quickly moved the chest away so it didn't get in the way while Shameera and Diyanah continued fighting over the diary. And then I realised one thing which was not yet saved by Shameera's and Diyanah's vigorous movements. Her MacBook, sitting vulnerably on her bed, close to where they were. Again, I placed it on the floor. Thank god for Afiah that there were no casualties involved(including Shameera & Diyanah). Yes, the next time people are doing things which might endanger the lives of your items, let me handle it, I have quick reflexes. :)

Okay, so after the mini-fight, in which Shameera won which I am absolutely sure is thanks to the WWE shows that she watches, we then decided to rattle on and on about primary school events, in which were hilarious yet stupid.

And then, Shameera's maid came in and told us that we had food waiting downstairs. And she told us it was Nasi Briyani! In which before we reached her house, I told Diyanah that I hoped she'd be serving Nasi Briyani. I was RIGHT! I have nasi briyani senses! I am able to sense if nasi briyani is going to be served!

Yay, then we realised that Shameera's family friends had arrived, and we greeted and salam-ed them.

Then, I took quite a huge portion of briyani and chicken(i think). Then we ate at Shameera's garden. It was really pleasant, what with carpet grass beneath our feet.

After we were done eating, we went to get donuts! Donuts! Then we sat at Shameera's porch, which had this vintage-looking table and chairs that were so pretty. I then made this orgasmic face while eating the donuts to piss Diyanah. Shameera really enjoyed looking at what she called my 'priceless' face. She was laughing.

Then, we went to Shameera's basement, to join Shameera's friendly friends for KARAOKE! Yay! I have never been to a Karaoke before, and neither had Diyanah. They were singing P.Ramlee songs and we joined in the fun, me and Diyanah were playing the maracas, which was rather unco-ordinated. But it was still very fun. :)

Okay, so then we went back to her room.

Soon, they decided to go on Friendster to hunt for our schoolmate's profiles in which, to my disapproval, they used my account. Ugh, I do not want to appear as a stalker who stalks for people's profiles okay!

So then, I asked them if I could cleverly use someone else's account to view our schoolmates' profile. :D Then we went on and on to see how much our schoolmates have changed, but apparently, they hadn't changed at ALL. It was just the power of photoshop.

Amazing, innit?

And so we chatted and chatted and chatted.

And we decided to eat. Again.

This time we had donuts and fruit, and finally, we watched movies, which I had brought just for the occasion.

We were stuck between The History Boys & The Darjeeling Limited, and we decided to watch The History Boys! They love the show so much. :)

Then halfway during the show, Shameera's friendly friends joined us for the show, and they were all excited by the intellectual depth of the show. Haha.

Then blah, blah, blah, it was around 5.45 pm, and me and Yan were about to take our leave when..just when..Shameera's mum served us ice-cream cakes. ICE CREAM CAKES.

Boy, was I happy that I had an eating fest at her house. The food there was awesome!

Food food food food!

Yes that's all I can think about.

After that, we had this little doa session, cause it was the new year for the islamic calendar. And then, it was getting kinda late. So I called ibu and ibu asked me to spend the maghrib there too. And Yanah ended up not visiting her grandad. Aww, I wonder how her atuk is doing. Yan, I hope your atuk is okay. :)

So after that, we parted and said farewell and goodbye and we gave each other tight bear hugs, and telling shameera how much we miss and love her and wondering when is the next time we'll see each other again...

And so me and Yan got sent to Payar Lebar and went home from there.

Gosh how abrupt.

P.S: I saw You Zhuan! TODAY! He is in Nan Hua High School and is in the dance society. Ha! So much for knowing how to decipher ancient egyptian hieroglyphs! How do I know? I saw him in the MRT and I was looking at his t-shirt and shorts trying to find out what school he is in, and I saw the initials NHHS. And on the back of his shirt was NHHS dance society or summat. Yes! Not bad huh? I can cleverly peek at him without him knowing.
Oh yes, the most important thing of all! How did I know it was You Zhuan? Although You Zhuan is far more different now, I could easily recognise his distinct "fish" lips. I gotta admit I was pretty sad that his lips had shrunk. Seriously I'm not kidding. It's smaller!

Lip surgery maybe?

I want one, NOW.

Oh my i realised how much I missed out on the blogger world, and I just went to randomly drop by a couple of people's blogs.

My reaction was simply O.O .

Simply said.

Haha, I am in a way, 'behind time', bak kata pepatah 'seperti katak di bawah tempurung'.

To be honest, I can't really be bothered to blog, because I am ultimately very lazy.

Yes, for all you malay stereotypes out there, I am a typical malay. Why? Because all malays are supposedly lazy.

Yes, that's what we are. The term 'malay' is almost synonymous to the word 'lazy', and nothing more.

Lazy lazy lazy.

That's what we are. Lazy asses sitting around in the couch at home, making ketupat and weaving out the shape of our sofas out of rattan, and wasting ourselves away by doing more hands-on and artistic things which doesn't contribute to Singapore's economy at all.

Why? Because we are simply lazy second-class citizens who live in a country that doesn't appreciate the arts and deems us as terrorists who might join the JI just because we're muslim.

Why is the SAF made up of mostly non-muslims? Why else do you think malays and muslims aren't given a chance to drive fighter planes and ride tanks? Because we'll betray our country for our muslim neighbours if a war was likely to break out of course! So much for lazy asses lazing around at home weaving rattan and dancing to zapin. We actually have a plan?! Seriously?

Lazy asses aren't what they seem aren't they? We simply pretend to laze around and be the more unsucessful group of people and a war breaks out and boom! We show our true colours by betraying our country! Oh, so all that wasting ourselves away and laze around thing was just to remain low-profile and to remain conspicuous amongst our friendly neighbourhood malay stereotypes.

Right. I get it now.

P.S For those of you who takes this seriously, please don't. I am merely a harmless lazy malay girl with no intentions of betraying my country or whatsoever.

Hey hey, everyday's a metrosexual day!

Okay, recently, I've realised that everywhere I go, I've been noticing more and more metrosexuals out and about. At first, I only thought the metrosexual thing was only 'happening' in Malaysia.

But noooooo.

It's everywhere!

Or isit just a fashion statement? That, I don't know.

I do have to admit they look good but..

I keep noticing lanky dudes wearing a Haji scarf around their necks don a polo tee, with skinny jeans or Bermudas and Loafers.

LOAFERS.

Pretty much screams out 'metrosexual!' doesn't it? And not only that, they carry tote bags too!

Tote bags!

Imagine that.

As if not metrosexual enough, they like to lean on one leg and stand in a very gay manner and hangout with their other metrosexual man bffs, and start commenting on clothes. Eew.

I think this is a sign of the apocalypse.

Homosexuals and metrosexuals adding in numbers.

Men looking all cutesy and feminine. (They-who-must-not-be-named)

I wish Aretha Franklin would just sing 'It's raining men!' and let the rain pour so that all the manly men fall to the surface of the earth from the heavens and rid of all the feminine/metrosexual/homosexual/transexual (wo)men in the world.

I wish.