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Saturday, June 17, 2006
peace

i've not blogged in years.. lots of things been happening and the days have never gone this quick. already its saturday morning. a few hours ago i was shredding my brains to finish up the assignments. the world cup's here to stay. been getting my daily dosage of soccer.. hell its exciting!

i came back abt an hr ago from dzul's place. his mom just came back from Mecca. Alhamdulillah she's doing good. spent the evening with his family over gd food and his mom brought back a number of gifts, and gave me a few. really nice of her. *smiles*

after i got back and cleaned up nicely, i logged on and peruse my mails..and stumble upon my MTV newsletter...

Robbie Williams: Special Pre-Sale Ticket Access
Buy tickets to Robbie's Singapore concert now before everyone else! Valid till Monday, June 19, 10am.

ArgghH!! My Take-That-Hairy-Sexy- Beast- Robbie!!! and tickets are selling soon!?? already!!?

argrghh!!

so much for vowing not to go credit... pfft!~

Wednesday, June 07, 2006
intro? asl?

so being me, i stayed up to wait for my brother to return home. as usual he'd hang out with his buddies (or maybe gf? hmm..sneaky sneaky.....) after work and would return slightly past midnight. while waiting, i chose to ignore the almost invincible used clothes in the washing machine and waste the last hours in front of the computer, typing hellos to my friends on messenger.

someone whom i 'added' months ago beeped me.. oh good. of all the restless onliners, someone finally decides to strike up a conversation with me. yeay! his name is *joe.

*joe says: ello

.huda. says: hi

*joe says: tgh uat ape? <-- ('what are u doing' in much typo-errored malay language)

.huda. says: err.. chatting.

*joe says: where you work? how old are you?

-huda answered-

*joe says: whats your hgt and weight? are you attached?

-huda sighed, answered and sighed again-

*joe says: no wonder la!

.huda. says: ...

*joe says: what are u doing?

.huda. says: on the phone

*joe says: wif your guy???

-huda bangs her head against the keyboards-

what a wonderful conversation that was. he's such a fun person to chat with i'm sure.

(the sound of keys heard)

oh my brother's home already. Urggh! thank God!

*joe says: you have any single frenz? ahakz!

SIGN OUT.

Monday, June 05, 2006
boy, arent you modest?

he asked her if she knows huda. huda from her work place. huda, being a carbon copied name these days, there are 2 of them at drew. thank goodness for my long name, i'm easily distinguished from the rest.

he said "eh.. why is she asking for my number ah? doesnt she know i'm attached?"

she said "huh she asked for your number?? but why? i think she knows you're attached and well, she herself is attached!"

he said, "ya! i'm attached! and probably getting married soon.. what seh!"

she came over to me the following work day and questioned me.

i looked at her in disgust.

"Pleeeasse ah! When did i ever?!! he's attached and why would i be interested!?" i shrieked the moment she labelled me 'Gatal' (translation: Cheeky/Slutty/Shameless)

i cleared the ridiculously disgusted air with her.

'her' as referred to here is my colleague.

he is her cousin. his mom and my mom are friends. his mom told him that that huda wants his number. his mom said thats what huda's mom said.

i checked with my mom. she said she never mentioned anything abt me wanting his number (puii!!) to his mother during one of their lunching sessions when my mom was in spore a few weeks back.

So what is it about him that HE thinks that I am HEAD OVER HEELS for him??

- he's a gym instructor. SO WHAT.

- he's somewhat goodlooking. BIG DEAL.

- he wants me to stop dreaming abt getting his number cos his gf is an air-stewardess (SQ) and they are getting married soon. OH GOD! HAVE MERCY ON THIS CREATURE! HE'S BEEN HIGH ON STEROIDS.

i'm not gonna say much abt gym guys and SQ girls combination. neither am i gonna say "wouldnt u have figured that your mom was faking that 'huda wants your number' info?" (whoops)

but theres one thing i DO wanna say abt this whole episode: "Lu Releeekk sua, Mamat!!!"

Moral of the story for the ladies: Never date someone who's more vain than you already are. They might end up comparing your chest to his, and break up with you 2 days later for a guy in yoga class.