sometimes illusions aren't so simple.

Friday, March 23, 2007

So my day was spent with Khai Cin and Sya.But Sya went off earlier.We did some shopping in Chinatown then head to Orchard to sort of accompany Sya to work and continued our window-shopping.And for the first time in my life,I am so damn proud to tell this.

I stepped and sat and DRANK in Starbucks. 6.40pm,Wheelock Place.Hell yeah.Finally.Aku ni kan ulu.Jadi macam excited ah.
Okayy,laugh all you want.I had the caramel thingy,see i dont even know the names of the coffee. But its super nice.We had long talks in there.Sat for like hours and chatted.You know what.I love those talks.Psssst.Im really getting along with you two okayy.And I hope its gonna stay this way.

"I love cats ya noe..cuz..erm..its like..their eyes are like..err..so sexxy ya noe.."
We keep on..Sorry..I keep on imitating this someone.The way he/she bitch around and the way he/she did the hand gestures when he/she said that sentence.Ouh.Let his/her identity stay as a secret.Because its dangerous.And yeah baby.The real mean girls is here.And IM the chief. NOT.

Anyways,on the way home in the MRT,(banyak eh cerita aku pasal MRT), theres this lady and her son.The lady sat beside me and her son was standing in front.

Son:Mom.My mp3.
Mom:Here(passing him the mp3).But not too loud,You will get deaf.
Son:But mom,im in the MRT,its hard to listen if its not loud.
Mom: I said not too loud.Or you shall return me that mp3.
Son: Okayy.Okayy.

And he listened to his mp3.But I guess he doesnt care about his mom.Because I could hear the faint music of Hillary Duff's "Fly." I was surprised that kind of moms do exist? A mom that controls everything,even how loud you should be listening to your mp3. Sheesh.Life's hell.

I spent all my money on this necklace ..and and. a BOOK. Shocked? No? yeah.Its called "Does my head look big in this?".I just had to buy it,anyway,its been so long since I started reading,so I guess its time for me to start flipping the pages again.Its basically a book about and Arab-American girl,who had to endure problems,by wearing the Hijab a.k.a tudung a.k.a scarf.She's in an American school,and she suddenly decides to wear the Hijab.So imagine what her friends would say.I feel as if I could relate to it.Its extremely funny,giggled to myself in the MRT and people are like staring at me as if im a madwoman.I cant wait to continue reading.

Here's a paragraph from the book:
I lie in bed that night and replay the scene over and over in my head.Im experiencing a new identity,a new expression of who I am on the inside,but I know that Im not alone.Im not breaking new ground.Im sharing something with millions of other women around the world and it feels so exciting.I was experiencing a feeling of empowerment and freedom.In this Hijab, kneeling before Allah,that I feel a strange sense of calm.I feel like nothing can hurt me,and nothing else matters.And that's when I know Im ready.(to wear the Hijab).

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TIQ. I don't describe myself. Naddy Diyanah Syafiqah Yasmin Nunun Fahimah Izzat Shakir Khairiah Cindy Syahilla Ayuni Sopiute Nabila Seri Ubaida Syafiq Liya Sue Syiqin Marsya Nurul December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 March 2010	Friday, March 23, 2007 So my day was spent with Khai Cin and Sya.But Sya went off earlier.We did some shopping in Chinatown then head to Orchard to sort of accompany Sya to work and continued our window-shopping.And for the first time in my life,I am so damn proud to tell this. I stepped and sat and DRANK in Starbucks. 6.40pm,Wheelock Place.Hell yeah.Finally.Aku ni kan ulu.Jadi macam excited ah. Okayy,laugh all you want.I had the caramel thingy,see i dont even know the names of the coffee. But its super nice.We had long talks in there.Sat for like hours and chatted.You know what.I love those talks.Psssst.Im really getting along with you two okayy.And I hope its gonna stay this way. "I love cats ya noe..cuz..erm..its like..their eyes are like..err..so sexxy ya noe.." We keep on..Sorry..I keep on imitating this someone.The way he/she bitch around and the way he/she did the hand gestures when he/she said that sentence.Ouh.Let his/her identity stay as a secret.Because its dangerous.And yeah baby.The real mean girls is here.And IM the chief. NOT. Anyways,on the way home in the MRT,(banyak eh cerita aku pasal MRT), theres this lady and her son.The lady sat beside me and her son was standing in front. Son:Mom.My mp3. Mom:Here(passing him the mp3).But not too loud,You will get deaf. Son:But mom,im in the MRT,its hard to listen if its not loud. Mom: I said not too loud.Or you shall return me that mp3. Son: Okayy.Okayy. And he listened to his mp3.But I guess he doesnt care about his mom.Because I could hear the faint music of Hillary Duff's "Fly." I was surprised that kind of moms do exist? A mom that controls everything,even how loud you should be listening to your mp3. Sheesh.Life's hell. I spent all my money on this necklace ..and and. a BOOK. Shocked? No? yeah.Its called "Does my head look big in this?".I just had to buy it,anyway,its been so long since I started reading,so I guess its time for me to start flipping the pages again.Its basically a book about and Arab-American girl,who had to endure problems,by wearing the Hijab a.k.a tudung a.k.a scarf.She's in an American school,and she suddenly decides to wear the Hijab.So imagine what her friends would say.I feel as if I could relate to it.Its extremely funny,giggled to myself in the MRT and people are like staring at me as if im a madwoman.I cant wait to continue reading. Here's a paragraph from the book: I lie in bed that night and replay the scene over and over in my head.Im experiencing a new identity,a new expression of who I am on the inside,but I know that Im not alone.Im not breaking new ground.Im sharing something with millions of other women around the world and it feels so exciting.I was experiencing a feeling of empowerment and freedom.In this Hijab, kneeling before Allah,that I feel a strange sense of calm.I feel like nothing can hurt me,and nothing else matters.And that's when I know Im ready.(to wear the Hijab). 44. 11:41 PM ·