3:35:00 PM



11:36:00 PM


Jurong, here I am now. Let's see I've been in Jurong for two weeks? Oh yes. Two weeks of dust, dirt, boxes, smoke. It's habuk, banyak-banyak habuk.

But it's done now. Mother plans an upcoming doa selamat -next week, house warming and cukur rambut -end of the month. She's going Umrah too.

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9:08:00 PM


I'm slightly crazy and perhaps, worn out. Hungry.

I make unnecessary calls to my busy bumble bee, working mother, and always tell her I'm hungry, weakly and that I only ate small little cookies throughout the whole day. Then she will say this, 'then mama nak buat ape? ok bye." and hanged up. With that, I wasted at least 12cents making a phone call. I got no doubt, I will call her in two hours' time. Maybe, now.

Because I complained, I yakked. To her all the time.

Oh yes, thanks to the clothes, that I have been folding. Gah!
1:58:00 PM


(1)In just one night...
Mother received a call from the Pakistan Pariah Man (whom I have been hoping he would be hit by any available lorry sampah). Hoh, finally. I never expected a call from him, especially. Maybe, both my mother and I have been bitching about him every time we come to Jurong. I mean it, B-I-T-C-H-I-N-G. I don't know why he and his family have the cheek to come back and see their burok barak house. They might as well be isolated in their oh-so-cool condo. Unlike me, my mother is much nicer to other people. I glanced at her when she said, "Oh yes yes, you can come tomorrow at ...[she yaks on]." I bet his eyes will pop out tomorrow when he sees his burok barak house being renovated FULLY. With all the beautiful and colourful painted colours, I don't think he can put back his popped eyes. I dare to say, my house has at least SEVEN different colours. Even our interior contractor was completely overwhelmed. Oh how could I forgot about this rare fact: His ALL-HAIL-STUPID-FUGLY BATHTUB has been hacked down. It's gone. That's the only thing he admired and so called 'renovated' throughout his stay in that house for more than ten years. My old toilet bowl looks better than his bathtub. Hah. The house used to have nothing special. But that's not something my family and I admire for our humble abode. So let's think, how could this Pariah and his fat wife -practically, his whole family, lived in this 'nothing' condition? Weird family. I told you once, he should have gone back to Pakistan and join JI instead, stop showing off his stupid professional career here. Such a typical dumbass foreigner.

God, I hope he will be utterly, physically and mentally gobsmacked tomorrow. MESTI PUNYE.

(2)In just one night...
Mother received a message that my great grandmother is admitted to the hospital. No, not my sihat wal'afiat Nyang. How shall I put it? Um, it's my maternal grandfather's mother. Yes, I have a lot of grandfathers and grandmothers. It's her first hospital stay after more than 80 years. (Uchu, is the figure correct?) Okay now, I'm amazed by her. She's really strong, you know. Well, at least I don't think she took any jamu or whatsoever in her life. I hope everything goes on smoothly and I believe she will regain her strength back. Insyallah.

(3)In just one night...
I have decided to publicise my journal. So yeah, 'Extra! Extra! This just in!'

(4)In just one night...
I have IM-ed more than seven people, how cool is that? Like there's no tomorrow. It's true okay, but it's more to there is no connected-internet day. Whatever it is called as.

(5)In just one night...
I have updated more than three posts here and journal.

(6)In just one night...
I have been using internet for more than five hours straight. Hurray for this achievement. Because Uncle is doing his work, I wouldn't want to miss a very good opportunity.

(7)In just one night...
I'm already sleepy. Only Fizz knows why I decided to stay up late. And complained I'm hungry and craved for one frap-pek(McCafe's Frappe). So, good night.
12:54:00 AM


Forget about stupid connection, when there's any possible time, I'm doing this.

Check this out:-
http://nez-haniswinnie.livejournal.com

Decided, I'll update here and there. Or there and here.

Thanks.
9:41:00 PM


Happy Birthday to two of my closest people:- Uchu and Fatin. You received the birthday sms, people.

Anyway, I met my school girlfriends at Sembawang. I expected NurHafizahBinteRaman to be there, but no. I miss them so much, and so many more people. Headed off to Eunos for my appointment. Damn packedsardinecannedoverloadedrubbishdump MRT.

Oh, I love Duffy's new song -Mercy. She's wayyyyyyyy much better than Amy Winehouse.

P.S: LJ is somewhat ready.
8:54:00 PM


My mother is really getting into my nerves. Despite of all the money that has been rolling into my pocket, she does irritate me. A-L-O-T.

I received a call from Wanie, telling me that old Triefye is sick. Okay, maybe she's not that old -she's five, this year. Anyway, I went all panicky and called my mother. This is how the conversation went:

Me: Hello, mama!! Triefye is SICKKKKK!
Mother: Yes, what? Yang maner satu sakit?
Me: TRIEFYE!!! Adek punye best friend.
Mother: Ooh. (laughing)
Mother: Ah, bagus lah. Biar dier mati sekali. Mama boleh beli another Mero.
Me: (shrieking) MAMAAAAAAAAAAAA! IT'S A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH!
Mama: She will die soon. (laughing)
Me: She won't. Ok, BYE. *hangs up phone.*

This is truly sickening. She seriously hopes and wants Triefye to die no matter what. Grrrrr. She even told me she could email me a proposal on a list of why she hates Triefye. I love mother now. Not.
6:13:00 PM


My aunt and I found a kitten a few (RAINY) days back. Oh Morpheus, it's a pretty girl yaw. If you were there, I know you will be miang. She's adorable like a kitty doll. Sadly, it belongs to somebody else -a pretty, sweet, little girl. Kalau tak cute, dah lama aku curik. Muahahahaha!! Being an honest person, I returned the kitten back. Look at her:

She's no kitty toy, she's alive.

Little Tot has gone to SengKang for a week. MY TOT, I MISS HER ALREADY.

Because she sings when every one's sleeping. She talks to Angel (her favourite pink soft toy; Stitch's girlfriend) even though it doesn't speak a word. She wakes Mama up like this, "Maaaa, angon plisss. Angon." And if she wakes me up, she puts tonnes of powder on my body, face etc.

She jumps, she runs, she geleks, she hello-s, she slaps, she bites, she sings, she ah-me's (her version of 'excuse me'), she po-pots (her version of 'fart'), she boboks, she walks, she's everything. Every one's favourite, yo. I LOVE TOT-TOT!

So, there will be NO her for the time being.
And, My Paopao looked adorable when I saw her yesterday(: As always. No crying, more fun. *paopaopaopaopao-pao-paopaopao* You know how it sounds like.

P.S: I'm switching to LJ. I need help for the layout please, anyone out there.
10:52:00 PM