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2012-01-27T18:50:00.003+08:00

was at the car wash earlier to um, get my car washed and as i sat down to wait, i was greeted with a cheery Hi by a girl sitting with her older sister. they were both incredibly friendly, and for the five minutes i was there, i enjoyed small talk with people i didn't know. they even gave me an orange, and who doesn't love free mandarin oranges? they gave the guys at the car wash oranges, too.

it's nice to know that friendly people such as the little girl and her older sister exist in the world, greeting random strangers and handing them oranges.

now, if only the older sister had been an older brother instead. haa.

pah!

2012-01-23T15:52:00.003+08:00

i have 26 days left to finish doing the things on my list of things to do, and so far i've accomplished number one and will be accomplishing number five later today. it turns out achieving number eight isn't as easy as i had expected, as it took me an appalling 15 days to finish the last book, and i've still got four books to go (i bought a new one the other day)(damn these books with their attractive covers and captivating first lines).

in the meantime, i shall work up the courage to get on eman's fixie and reinstall my cycling skillz. i just wish the seat wasn't so skinny and uncomfy. hngh.

make my head swim.

2012-01-12T02:50:00.004+08:00

nine things to do before i leave for tasmania:

one: tidy up room (note to self: get rid of unwanted things instead of just hiding them in boxes and drawers and the spaces in between furniture)

two: watch ALL the tv series! or at least, the really good ones (note to self: look up good tv series)

three: bake cookies for sara

four: get back on a bicycle (note to self: procure bicycle)

five: eat steamboat

six: get new undies (thermal or otherwise)

seven: savour the hughjackman-ness of malaysian weather

eight: finish ALL the unread novels! (note to self: for goodness' sake, stop buying new ones)

nine: profess undying love. or at least leave a note.

hurt people hurt people.

2012-01-05T16:19:00.005+08:00

it seems as though the days have reverted back to their hugh jackman state, making everyone feel like dropping whatever they're doing to go roll around on the cool floor tiles. even at night, it feels as though the sun is quietly creeping about the sky disguised as a shifty-looking cloud, secretly emanating heat on all of us, when it should be busy shining down on the other side of the world.

and yes, i really am talking about the weather. on purpose. and not because it's gotten to that point in a conversation between two people where both parties have completely run out of things to discuss and are practically radiating awkwardness. i've been there, and if anything, mentioning the weather just makes things even more awkward, especially if the other person thinks you were being serious and actually glances at the sky and nods in assent before letting the subject fizzle out unspectacularly.

man. that was really uncomfortable. i'm usually good at avoiding these sort of situations, but when that happened i was a little too flummoxed to be able to do any more than just stare at the boy wordlessly whilst i died a little inside, realising that whilst shy boys may come across as adorable and mysterious, they can be really poo at scintillating conversations and charming repartee.

< /rant>

bleh. time to get back to rolling around on the floor and see what all the fuss is about.

it's hot in topeka.

2012-01-03T12:15:00.003+08:00

i love foster's home for imaginary friends.

scroggled.

2011-12-30T14:02:00.000+08:00

teh wonders of teh internets, keeping me in touch with my kittykat all the way in the land of kilts and sheep and other examples of scottish stereotypes.

yellow horses.

2011-12-27T14:25:00.002+08:00

Pilates called his method Contrology (from control and Greek -λογία, -logia), because he believed that his method uses the mind to control the muscles; as opposed to other human beings who don't use their brain but magic and extraterrestrial interference to move their arms and legs.[1]

and that, kids, is why we should never rely on wikipedia articles (or rather, their contributors) to be completely objective, however witty their writing may appear to be.

love is always gonna be hard to give up without thinking that you'll never love anybody else as much.

2011-12-25T23:58:00.000+08:00

was casually strolling along the shelves of Borders yesterday when my attention was caught by douglas adams's hitchhiker trilogy being sold in a box set for only 90 ringgit (!). having read the series several times, i figured i should get other books instead. so i bought myself a couple of robert rankin's works, firmly setting the box set back down at its shelf, proud at my show of self-restraint.

but then, as i said to my dad, the moment my self-restraint wasn't looking, i ducked and made for the box set, grabbing and paying for it before my self-restraint caught up. when it finally did, it brought guilt along with it, all disapproving noises and accusatory glances. before they could say anything, though, i pointed out it was punishment enough that i was breaking in my new shoes, my feet decorated with colourful animal-motif plasters, the only ones i could find at home. guilt went away after that, off to pester some poor soul who had forgotten his wife's birthday.

so that's that. i believe i oughta to curb my spending a bit, especially after considering the fact that next thursday marks the last day of my earning a rather wobbly income, but oh wells. we'll see.

looking forward to the future.

2011-12-23T12:10:00.001+08:00

strange how things become eleven times funnier when you're not supposed to laugh. at least, not out loud.

undeclared.

2011-12-23T08:07:00.001+08:00

christmas is around the corner, and walking just behind it is the new year, all dressed up and ready to surprise us with surprising things. i haven't seen some faces for a while, and i'm starting to miss them rather terribly. hopefully this weekend will make up for it, once they come back for the hollies.

in other news! my days at the architectural network are numbered (finally). this time i was firm with my decision of quitting at the end of december, batting away the wheedling of my colleagues and finding interest in random things whenever they pointed out i was only leaving in the middle of february. i feel rather guilty, but i figured i'd be doing this for the rest of my life, anyway, being an architect. so oh wells, s'not so bad, really. i can finally get around to some overdue hemming and hawing between bumming around and saving the world.

we'll never get through customs, let's just take off again instead.

2011-12-16T23:47:00.004+08:00

irwan: don't forget to bring the other books tomorrow.

amy: other boobs?

me: yes, that's right. i keep an extra pair at home, just in case.

yeah, i lied about my next post being deep and meaningful. i'm not even particularly partial to candles.

i haven't got time for any selfless deeds; what i do for you is indirectly for me.

2011-12-16T09:04:00.005+08:00

"so you friendzoned him."

grraah. i hate it when somebody says that to me. it's as though i'm being accused of something more sinister, like taking the last grape fruitplus when i know it's your favourite flavour or frying kittens or something. it's like i'm this mean and sadistic girl, all, Huahuahua I don't want to date you, now go dig for worms whilst I go find more boys to trample on.

okay, so maybe it isn't as bad as i'm making it out to be. but it does make me feel rather bad, when in truth there's nothing wrong with what i did, not wanting to date a boy. i'm not interested in every boy i meet (pfft. what would give you that idea?), just, you know, the ones that have casually mussed wavy hair and converse kicks and a healthy appetite for literature. that's all.

speaking of! i spotted a dapper young man in a gray baju melayu and black-framed glasses earlier on my way to the office. i caught his eye and threw him my most demure smile (read: mad grinning) before looking away. i love fridays. fridays mean boys in baju melayu. and boys in baju melayu are simply dashing. haa.

kay. i'mma stop now. my next post will be about something more deep and profound, like candles or something, i promise.

the voodoo that you do.

2011-12-14T20:09:00.004+08:00

the family portrait of the Architectural Network.

live your dreams. and then die.

2011-12-12T23:50:00.004+08:00

the subway calender my parents brought home the other day has been staring at me in the face for the past few hours, seductively wiggling a cheese and steak sandwich in my face. or at least, that what it feels like. whilst i appreciate a good sandwich, i do not appreciate having anybody wiggling anything in my face, seductively or otherwise.

i now need to devise a plan to convince my colleagues tomorrow to have subway for lunch, lest i start wiggling things inappropriately in their faces.

...

i honestly do not know why these sort of thoughts pop up in my head. i could blame it on my upbringing, i suppose. as it is, i am already thinking of more words that connote raising things. hngh. i think i should get around to scrubbing my brain, but i'm just not up for it.

... i really oughta do something about this.

mullet over.

2011-12-07T23:17:00.002+08:00

so. it is december and i am still at the architectural network. i can see my plans of doing things that aren't so architecturally inclined ride off into the sunset, waving gleefully at me as they settle down in their seats, already thinking about the things they're going to do when they get to dominica.

hngh.

not gonna complain, though; just the other day someone brought coffee cake for tea, and i love coffee cake. yumm. who says affection can't be bought? the people who have failed at doing so, that's who.

uniscorn.

2011-12-05T21:43:00.002+08:00

s'been a while!
om nom nom nom nom

i've got a lot of friends who are stars but some are just black holes.

2011-12-01T19:02:00.003+08:00

i've always wondered what it'd be like if the way we looked was a true reflection of the person we genuinely are. for instance, a nice person would look, well. nice. and a nitpicker would look like a nitpicker and an emotional person would have a look that told everyone he was an emotional person, and so on and so forth. it'd be much easier to suss out the ones who are worth your time and the ones who are just going to get you all worked up and mad. you'd be able to steer clear of the girls who'd break your heart and the boys who want to steal your socks.

but i guess then we wouldn't bother getting to know that person, and for all we know, aside from his love for foot warmers, he really is a great person who can bake mini meat pies and help you with your homework.

but that's really kind of my point; life would be so much simpler if who we were inside showed on the outside. misunderstood teenagers wouldn't be so misunderstood and people would fall in love with the right person. everybody would know who to work with best and what sort of conversations to have with everybody else.

perhaps life isn't meant to be so simple. it wouldn't be so mysterious and interesting otherwise, and we wouldn't learn about heartbreak or tolerance if we only mixed with the right people. or maybe we're just complex beings who can't let a simple thing lie and must somehow stir it up a bit just because.

...

anyway. this has turned into a sort of ramble, and i'm not typically one for rambling. must be the time of the.. week. or something. who knows? my brain, that's who, but it's always yammering on about something or other i can hardly keep track so i just ignore it and listen to my toes instead.

this is where the title goes.

2011-11-28T19:12:00.003+08:00

"agh, do i've something on my face?"

"i believe it's called a nose. but don't worry; everyone's got one."

we'll float on okay.

2011-11-28T18:57:00.003+08:00

oh noes, oh noes! the number of unread books piling up on my bedside table is increasing like something that increases for a living (ie. rapidly). this saddens me, as it has made me realise that i don't have the time to read books like i did before, where i could just sit for hours, devouring one book after another.

books to be read: 9

days i've spent reading the current book: who knows? do i look like the type of person who keeps track of this sort of thing? i don't know if those people have a sort of look, but if they do, i don't have it.

at this rate, who knows when i'll finish reading everything. should probably stop buying books, i suppose. but i can't help it everytime i wander into an mph or borders; all those lovely paperbacks with quirky titles and covers and captivating first pages. grr.

in other neuus! tomorrow is the last day to submit a wish for my office's secret santa, and i've yet to figure out what to wish for. you'd think i'd have something i wanted which someone else could get for me, but the truth is, if i'd wanted it, i would've already gotten it.

except when it comes to a certain boy, that is. and that's not something santa, secret or otherwise, could get for me. hmm.

apoplectic.

2011-11-27T20:04:00.003+08:00

me: you spent 300 ringgit today?

mum: yes, and how much did your jacket cost haritu?

me: oh look! *points outside* something i cannot name has just caught my attention, preventing me from answering your question.

*pause*

anyway, regardless of how much it cost, that jacket was an investment for the cold days i have ahead of me in tasmania. i'll be freezing my buns off there, and do you know how hard it is to write with frozen buns? very. which is why i prefer using my hands most of the time.

love never dies for we do not live long enough to see it grow old.

2011-11-26T19:47:00.004+08:00

i sort of miss those days when our saturday nights were spent at home, watching dvds and ordering mcd's, gossiping about everyone at school and complaining about how there never seems to be enough barbecue sauce for the chicken mcnuggets. it was so easy and simple, and our biggest worries were only the chem test on monday and what to say to a certain boy without sounding stupid.

good times.

you're so bitter you think he's sweet.

2011-11-24T21:20:00.002+08:00

i think - and this is just a wild guess - that she's trying to tell me she wants chocolate chip cookies, and soon. perhaps i oughta put her out of her misery and tell her my oven got stolen along with my whisk and just about everything needed to produce chocolate chip cookies.

or, you know. i could just bake her some cookies. hahah. kittykids are so kyoot when we've got the upper hand.

soon, sara! i promise. :)

mum: is this correct, yang?
me: 'yang'?
mum: what's wrong with calling you 'yang'?
me: dunno, s'just that you always call ayah 'yang'.
mum: both my children are 'yang' to me.
me: well, that's because you're pretty old. *runs out of the room as mum looks for something to chuck at me*

i'm terrified to lose you but more afraid to change.

2011-11-23T22:01:00.005+08:00

dangit! my plan of bumping into the interviewee that was meant to come in today has been rescheduled to friday. i was all set to go downstairs and lurk craftily near the entrance like some crafty lurker, pretending to read the newspapers at the nearby newspaper stand so that i could be there when said interviewee arrives. i would then walk casually towards the stairs and as i pass i'd go, 'looking for the architectural network?'

and he'd go, 'um, yeah. how'd you know?'

and as we climb up the stairs, i'd shrug and go, 'well, either that or you're here to learn english at the language centre upstairs. i just guessed.' (oh, yeah, and i've also glanced at your resume photo thrice already.)

and he'd smile appreciatively at this charming girl with her sweet blue baju kurung and perky demeanor and think that maybe working at the architectural network isn't going to be bad at all.

and then he'll ace the interview and get the job and come to work in mid-december, where we'd get to know each other a bit before i leave at the end of the month and then he'll say, 'hey. i think douglas adams is one of the best writers ever and i like books and robots and nonsensical music as much as you do. let's have coffee some time.'

and then i'll say, 'omg! i'd love to, but i hate coffee. also, i'm in love with somebody else. kthxbai.' and ride off into the sunset with my shades on, leaving him in a cloud of car exhaust fumes.

humm. what a tragedy. perhaps it's a good thing my plan didn't pan out today. it'll all just end in heartbreak and tears and potatoes, really.

ha.

2011-11-18T11:09:00.006+08:00

alia, comel la adik kau.

i feel like i'm the worst so i always act like i'm the best.

2011-11-18T00:05:00.002+08:00

"you cut your hair!"

nah, believe it or not, i had to pay someone to do it for me.

mushmellows.

2011-11-17T19:09:00.002+08:00

fabby news! the architectural network has received a new application from an applicant applying for the post of design architect. what's so great is that the applicant appears to be male, much to the delight of everybody in the office (especially yours truly). i appreciated his application even more after jo showed me his photograph, as he reminded me a lot of abang rhb.

heehee.

although, if this keeps up, nothing is going to change anytime soon. and i want things to change, because i am rather tired of all this ambiguity. i'm being ambiguous about what it is i want changed, as it is (see how frustrating it is?).

never mind. we shall see soon.

you got maya art uno.

2011-11-14T19:32:00.002+08:00

five days til everything changes.

bulb monkey.

2011-11-13T15:34:00.003+08:00

1. design book cover for sufian abas - read story first!
2. design t-shirt for sooq
3. design cd cover for mum's mosque thing
4. design portfolio for my lecturer - scan drawings!

FINALLY. i can actually turn my macbook off and get back to reading the books that have been piling up on my bedside table. ahh.

it's so great i don't have to work mondays anymore. teehee.

you clicked your heels and wished for me.

2011-11-12T15:33:00.006+08:00

aida was telling me about how her grandmum had ordered pizza for dinner twice since aida's granddad passed away last week. it's significant because her grandmum loves kfc and rather abhors pizza, whereas her granddad had absolutely adored pizza back when he'd been alive.

it's funny how the things that you once found endearing in someone turn into things you can't stand. it's funny how the things that once drove you up the wall are sorely missed when that person is gone. it made me rather sad to think how empty it must feel to lose your soulmate, the one person who can read your mind and know exactly what you mean, who says the things you're going to say and the things you need to hear, and with whom goodbye is never really goodbye but just brb.

but i have a theory that maybe there isn't just one person who completes you, but a whole motley of people whom you need in order to function as a human being; each person complements your myriad traits, and every new person you meet uncovers something different. i guess you never stop growing, really.

kay, i'mma stop now before i get too pensive and start writing poems or something.

hantu plastik.

2011-11-10T21:33:00.006+08:00

almost forgot about this! i'd meant to post it yonks ago, back in july, when rafiq and mel win first got back and i wanted to ask them out for some food and things (mostly things). wasn't certain if the number listed in my phonebook was still the number rafiq used, so i shot him a text and the following conversation ensued:

me: test, test. is this rafiq? if yes, this is lisa. if no, this is someone trying to sell you something ridiculous you probably don't need.

rafiq: what're you selling? i'm interested in buying.

me: hmm. depends. what exactly don't you need and how much would you not be willing to pay for it? i probably don't have it, but you never know, really.

rafiq: i would like to buy an army of robot minions to assist me in world domination. do you have them? can i get a bulk discount as well?

me: funnily enough, i do happen to have an army of robots tucked away somewhere, just in case. if you're free tonight, we could meet up and discuss shipping costs.

in all honesty, i was only fully convinced when he mentioned the robot minions. HAHA. aih. i suppose i could've just called him, but where would be the fun in that?

and yes, we do type our texts in full. abbrev. is wht lazy ppl do, anyway. ha.
i kid. sorta.

villains fear me for i am unpredictable and broccoli.

2011-11-07T14:18:00.005+08:00

i hate it when people use ellipses between every one of their sentences. it's exhausting to read, and there's always this perpetual sense of anticipation when reading it... like there's more to come... except there isn't, and you end up feeling cheated of an ending. or something.

when i text somebody to ask them if it's okay i use their pet turtle for an experiment, it makes a big difference whether they reply with 'ok.' or 'ok...'; the latter implies that they're not actually okay with it, but they don't want to come across as too selfish by saying no and would rather hint at their reluctance through a usage of excessive punctuation and hope that you get it and change your mind.

but you know what? i refuse to fall for that. i will use your pet turtle, whether or not your okay was reluctant, because you said okay, and that's that, so there!

...

should probably stop being so picky about the way people word their thoughts. zzz

thanks for the unsolicited counsel and please do drop dead.

2011-11-01T09:21:00.002+08:00

i knew the day would come when i would need that packet of sugar i kept in case of emergencies!

n: a half eaten m&m.

2011-10-27T00:40:00.007+08:00

whoops. took me a while before getting around to doing this one. had to do a little dance and song before inspiration turned up and joined me. we watched a bit of telly and then finally got down to business.

remind me to look for the reaper dvd box set the next time i head over to movie magic.

relationships, like eyebrows, are better when there's some space in between.

2011-10-23T01:30:00.005+08:00

uuggh i need inspiration, but inspiration's not picking up any of my calls nor is it answering any of my texts. how annoying. it's as though my head and my hand are in an argument and refuse to work together, so anything that i've thought of i cannot draw out. the thoughts are just staying in my head, making a mess which i know will have me all dizzy tomorrow morning.

sigh.

in other news! i went to the hairdresser's today and got myself a short bob and a haircut (ha). i wasn't brave enough to chop it all of and get a pixie cut, but i did get quasi-bangs. tired of hiding behind my hair. time for (spare) change and all that. although, as i was trying to get used to my hair, it occurred to me i look like one of the beatles.

hmm.

anyway, i've to go now. short bob is making noises and i'd better go see what he wants before he eats the couch or something, as bobs are wont to do (or not).

(funny how everyone knows at least one Bob in their life, be it an uncle, a friend, or the guy that does the xeroxing at the shop near your office.)

it backfired at the disco.

2011-10-20T09:14:00.004+08:00

today feels like it's going to be a good day. i may not have put on a dress, but at least my hair's still in a good mood and is staying in place. er, not that it leaves my head to hang out at malls or anything whenever it's in a bad mood. that would be weird. hair doesn't hang out at malls; it's too crowded.

anyway.

it's mel win's 21st today! happy birthday, my american kittykat! 

oom pa pa.

2011-10-19T14:12:00.001+08:00

on the plus side, though. lunch cost me only RM 4 today. hurrah!

also! my cheese tarts disappeared like cheese tarts do in the presence of cheese tart eating people-type things (ie my colleagues). hurrah!

a longer sentence brings no more than the one i have said before.

2011-10-19T13:54:00.003+08:00

today is the day my hair decided to behave and i decided to put on a dress. today is the day i didn't get to park nearby Haja's Cafe. today is the day i accompanied my colleague to the bank.

and today is the day where i didn't bump into abang rhb, who has breakfast nearly every morning at Haja's Cafe, and wasn't at the bank in the middle of lunchtime.

i just can't catch a break in love, can i?

call it what you want.

2011-10-16T22:52:00.004+08:00

if it doesn't conform to what you were born into then you run the other way.

2011-10-15T01:36:00.003+08:00

found this as i was backing things up earlier onto my external hard disk. i sensed that having 3.2 GB free on my harddisk surely could not be a good thing. that was a few weeks ago, though. it took me a bit of hemming and hawing before actually deciding to do something about it and then actually doing something about it.

i suppose at times thought takes its own sweet time, watching the scenery whiz by as it cruises down various roads before finally turning into action (see what i did there?). well the shorts and pants of it all is that i've managed to create more space in my hard disk, so now my files and folders may stretch their legs and have a little fart before settling back down and doing whatever it is they do (ie. file and fold).

you’ve taken your words and you take your judgements and stick them onto everything.

2011-10-12T21:24:00.004+08:00

nurul aida mahyiddin
haha wait till you tgk sendiri die cucuk tgn you pastu bleh nk testing2 tgk dh sampai dalam mane

Lisa Azhar
k tanak tau
yuck ouch agh

nurul aida mahyiddin
jarum die mcm jarum yg org nk buat crochet kot
HAHA melebih skit bunyi tu kan

Lisa Azhar
wei agak agak ah besar
OH
i know why tk jadi the first time
bile besar sgt first time cucuk mmg slalu tk dapat
HAHAHAH
;D
HAHAHAHAHAHAH so tak senonoh

nurul aida mahyiddin
hahaha bongeks la lisa
YOU PIKIR APE NI?

Lisa Azhar
kunci?
kunci rumah

nurul aida mahyiddin
yeah right!

Lisa Azhar
susah sikit nk masuk
lagi2 kalau gelap. tak nampak.
HAHAHAHAHAHA

(see, i told you. size does matter.)

obstreperous.

2011-10-01T11:35:00.001+08:00

spaceman.

2011-09-28T20:33:00.002+08:00

seven days, kittykats!

yay. yaaaaaaaay.

tomorrow: the best time to do everything you had planned for today.

2011-09-26T13:57:00.002+08:00

i'm such a sucker for messy wavy hair. damn that abang RHB for having such hair.

sunshine and rainbows and stars and arrows, other pretty things, bright and electric, and the everyday things, calm and static

2011-09-25T02:02:00.004+08:00

i could say all the words that are popping up in my brain, but i think stringing them together into something comprehensible would prove rather difficult. there are so many running through my mind, giggling like some giggly things and tripping over objects they hadn't noticed were on the ground. i don't even know how those words got there. they're making me feel very girly. maybe i should blush and do a little twirl.

(can i hold your hand? please? PLEEAAASE? ggraaaaah!)

the hell is wrong with me. honestly.

it was fun whilst it lasted 'cause nothing ever does.

2011-09-22T08:58:00.005+08:00

holy. i've got a crush and it's ridiculous. i just flush and grin like a flushing grinning idiot on flushing and grinning pills when i see him walk by. i feel like a 13 year old. i don't even know who the hell he is, just that i see him around all the time and that he works at RHB, and only because i happened to see him seated behind a desk by the window as i was walking by.

how boring, though. he works behind a computer all day. that can't be great for his posture. hell, it's not great for my posture. our kids would have bad posture. nobody wants kids with bad posture! i know my parents don't, as they keep telling me to stop slouching all the time.

gghh. well, anyway. i shall not get too carried away and go back to drawing lines, which is what i am paid RM 4.26/hour to do, amongst other things.

i wonder what his name is?

alangkah indah.

2011-09-18T22:08:00.001+08:00

do you like corn?

2011-09-18T10:48:00.001+08:00

*pushes button for bill*

waiter: yes, how may i help?

daniel: can we have the bill, please?

me: wait, didn't we push the button for 'bill'? or is your name bill?

daniel: so there's a person named 'service' and 'call', too?

prettier and younger but not any better off.

2011-09-14T14:01:00.003+08:00

funny how when you're hungry, that packet of potato chips that's been sitting untouched atop your work desk for absolute yonks looks like the yummiest thing ever and you've somehow forgotten what potato chips taste like and wouldn't mind devouring that packet just to help you remember.

so finally you eat it and then you remember it's not so great after all and uugh you've still got half a packet left; who's going to eat them now?

i hate it when that happens.

it's not what it used to be.

2011-09-11T02:29:00.006+08:00

whew! took me a while, but i had fun doing this. i particularly like the little birds. but then, i suppose everybody likes little birds. what's not to like about their littleness?

tried to scream but it only came out as a yawn.

2011-09-10T17:01:00.003+08:00

hurrah! i have bought teh Most Gorgeous Dress Evar! EVAR! i feel so pretty in it, and everyone's going to see me and go, 'that girl looks so pretty in what has got to be teh Most Gorgeous Dress Evar! EVAR!' and fall in love. 

heehahahahaha.

but, of course, this has resulted in a rather significant hole in my purse, a space in which moths may now come and live and start little moth families and host moth tea parties. but never mind! at least the moths will be happy and i'll be happy and life will be ice cream and rainbows and elephants all around.

heehahahahaha!

:(|)

2011-09-09T01:41:00.001+08:00

my brother is now officially a degree holder, all mature and knowledgeable and ready to take on the world. and just today i spotted signs of a beard growing on his chin.

sniff. he's all grown up now.

i love you, i hope you don't mind.

2011-08-31T22:48:00.003+08:00

selamat hari raya aidilfitri, kittykats!


to some of us, wrongs are not wrong when done by nice people.

2011-08-29T13:36:00.004+08:00

they really oughta educate us kittens in the art of sending letters better. although, admittedly, who sends things through post anymore, anyway?

i do, that's who. and it turns out i'm not very good at it. sigh.

although, i do remember a project for (primary? secondary?) school that involved our sending letters to our classmates. we had to write out a Hello, how are you? type letter and write the address and get the stamps and post it and everything. it was pretty exciting when we got our letters, although obviously we already knew what was in them, having written them together and all. still. it was nice.

i used to have a pen pal. er, not that she died or anything. i just stopped writing her. i barely even knew her, anyway. at least, not enough to keep writing letters to get to know her better. it's one of those cycle things. how sad.

anyhow. back to weaving ketupat.

one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster.

2011-08-26T09:27:00.003+08:00

i should be more elated, but my heart's feeling a tad bit too heavy at the moment and part of me would really rather crawl under a rock and stay there until patrick tells me i've overstayed my welcome.

on a lighter note, though, it's my parents' anniversary today.

happy 24th anniversary, mum and ayah! 

there is an equation for everything.

2011-08-25T12:13:00.004+08:00

perhaps finding a soul mate isn't about going out into the world and looking for a particular person, but rather discovering its existence in someone you've known all along.

quiet little voices.

2011-08-23T13:59:00.001+08:00

i have a sudden huge craving for mee kari. OMG

i would eat a horse to get my hands on a bowl right now.

hngh.

i'll meet you at the corner of love and first sight.

2011-08-19T00:03:00.002+08:00

we ain't dead yet.


penny for your thoughts.

2011-08-08T09:40:00.006+08:00

ugggh html jargon is driving me mad. i'm sad to admit that i can't figure out how to control the paragraph width at the kitty-gritty. it's such a simple thing, yet i still don't know which letters and which brackets are the right ones. at the moment the paragraph's too long for my liking; a line in any paragraph should have only about 12 words to make for comfortable reading, and the lines at the kitty-gritty are practically 2000 words long (read: 20). it's enough to make people go meh, tl;dr.

of course, i could just change the theme.

hmm. i'll give myself til the end of the day, at least, to figure this shiznit out.

(just in case any of you started counting the words in the lines of this blog, do note that words of two letters or less are not to be considered)

not to be confused with huffy.

2011-08-08T05:55:00.001+08:00

it seems as though there has been an increase in the number of nice-looking boys during the month of ramadhan for some strange reason. hmmm.

the kitty-gritty

2011-08-07T01:28:00.002+08:00

so it turns out coming up with a tumblr name isn't as easy as one might expect. all the fun ones are taken, much to my frustration. still, after much deliberation, i managed to rustle a name up. you'll be able to find it here.

i'm not sure what the arrangement is going to be like from now on. will i keep posting here as well or will it just be the kitty-gritty from now on? who knows? i don't. not yet, at least. i've never been very good at making prompt decisions, anyway.

or maybe it's like how when a band member decides to go solo; the band doesn't necessarily break up. they're just left there to sort of ferment whilst the solo member goes on living his life.

ha. i don't know. i'm too sleepy to think anymo - zzzzz

you learn nothing by being told how great you are.

2011-08-02T20:39:00.002+08:00

29 days til the end of my internship, kittykats! time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana, and all is well in the sense that things are going the way they ought to be going.

seeing as how there's a whole stretch of time between now and february, i need to come up with things to do. i'll be staying on at the architectural network, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, until october or so, after which i plan to do something else, something that isn't so architecturally inclined. i mean, i appreciate design and the technical bits involved and all, but i'd like to try something else whilst i still can. maybe take up a crash course in journalism. or become a barista. or learn how to speak spanish.

well, anyway, i'll file that away for laters. in the meantime, i'll get started on the pile of books i've been meaning to read but haven't for reasons both known and unknown.

her singing's so great, it brought tears to my ears.

2011-08-01T08:47:00.001+08:00

"I assure you, the thought never even crossed my mind, Lord."

"Indeed? Then if I were you I'd sue my face for slander."

- The Color of Magic by Terry Pratchett

love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight.

2011-07-31T23:14:00.002+08:00

it's not so bad, really.

happy fasting, my kittykats!


don't win the war til i get there.

2011-07-27T08:35:00.000+08:00

so it took me a while, but this morning i woke up and decided i liked captain america: the first avenger. very much, actually. sure, it lacked a little in the action department, and sure, there were bits where i found myself zoning out, but those bits were few and far between. i guess the only downer was the feeling as though the directors/producers/particular film people wanted to get captain america over and done with so that they could move on to the avengers. i mean, jeesh. that's unfair. iron man got two movies in before the other heroes turned up.

nevertheless! it was entertaining, and i liked the story. you can never get enough of good guy beats bad guy, really.

plus it's, you know. chris evans. i guess being the golden american boy, he had to keep his typical wisecracks down to a bare minimum, which was a pity, but still. gucci guilty's poster boy as america's favourite hero. no way was i saying no to that. ngghee.

never ever ever ever?

2011-07-23T23:17:00.002+08:00

i'm no professional magician; i've never pulled a rabbit out of a hat. i have pulled a hare out of my nose, but that's an age thing.

- jonathan ross

i'm afraid that one day you'll say 'hello' and i'll say 'i love you'.

2011-07-23T08:44:00.002+08:00

i can't help it.
ha.

watermelon smiles.

2011-07-22T01:01:00.002+08:00

my next post is going to be very interesting. at least, i think it is. i'm not very good at reading my own mind, it turns out. it's so fickle, always changing, taking its own sweet time to settle on one thing.

today, for instance, i stood at the candy aisle for what felt like ages, trying to decide which chocolate to get. after much deliberating (i.e. picking up and putting back down different types of chocolate), i went and got myself some honey-roasted sunflower seeds.

oh wells. if other people can't interpret what i'm thinking, what makes them think i'd to be able to do so?

i can never stay in one place long, but where you are s'where i belong.

2011-07-18T18:51:00.006+08:00

so i asked God the other day to give me a Sign as to which university to pick - Nottingham or Tasmania - to pursue my degree. they're on opposite ends of the spectrum, fees wise, and.. well. there are other factors that are making it rather hard for me to decide. anyway, He had yet to get back to me, so whilst waiting, i decided to fill out my mara loan and ielts scholarship forms, knowing i'd need them if i choose to go to Nottingham (the loan and scholarship, i mean. not er, the forms themselves).

of course, after having filled them out all nice and neat, i had to accidentally knock a bottle of water over, resulting in my forms getting rather wet (as things annoyingly tend to get when in contact with water). needless to say, the blur of blue ink is rather hard to read, and that might irk the jury when they go through my form. hngh.

i sat for a bit and wondered if this was a Sign. i mean, the problem with signs is that they never really tell you they're signs, really. they just do their thing, and it's up to you to notice. andandand it's not just the fact that the forms got drenched; the place where i'm seated in my office belonged to a man named Jet, who, coincidentally, went to tasmania for his degree (ie another Sign).

but then i started thinking i was just looking for signs. that really i just wanted an excuse to justify my decision. that i was just trying to make myself feel better after having gone through so much trouble to apply for an english university. that i felt guilty that somehow, i had fallen out of love with the shiny idea of uk. maybe what i really wanted was the choice, to know that i had the option to study in the uk and wasn't repressed in any way by my parents (which would have made me all spiky and sour and rebellious and resulted in my ranting on and on about how spiky and sour and rebellious i felt).

so after much hemming and hawing, i finally decided to figure it out another day and went back to my work.

why can't you just love me the same way?

2011-07-16T22:58:00.002+08:00

gghh uni replies have finally filtered in, meaning it's time to start making decissions. but not just yet, seeing as how it's still the weekend, and mon pally procastination is here for a visit.

anyway! sabah was great. it made me realise how much i actually like my friends. i'll bore you kitties with the details in the next post. ha.

what house phone?

2011-07-06T01:26:00.002+08:00

me: hello? eman, do you know where mum keeps our dslrs?
eman: yeah, mine's with me, in my room. wait, what phone number - which phone are you using?
me: eman. this is our house phone.

which just goes to show nobody uses landlines to call anyone anymore.

(zomg for the first time ever i put a title that actually ties in with the contents of this post. ha. who says change is impossible? nobody, that's who.)

why am i so terrified of waking?

2011-07-05T23:59:00.004+08:00

loving someone is about trusting them with every bit of your being and knowing that they'll be the ones keeping it together for you when you feel like you can't.

or something. it's past midnight and the quiet is making me all thoughtful and things.

atheism is a non-prophet organisation.

2011-07-03T11:18:00.003+08:00

i was woken up this morning by melly climbing all over me, telling me to get up and feed her and play the trombone and isn't the weather nice? or something. who knows what she was meowing about? i don't.

she then proceeded to play with my hair and sneeze on my face. i got up long enough to go OI YUCK and turn away before promptly falling asleep again.

i think she went off to sneeze in someone else's face after that. oh wells.

Chuck Norris would never allow his name to be in lower case.

2011-07-01T21:50:00.002+08:00

why does everyone like the giraffes?

maybe you could never be everything i'll ever need, but could you put your arms around me?

2011-06-29T00:27:00.004+08:00

i should probably come up with a better signature, like something sleek and curvy and grown up-like.

or maybe not, seeing as how i've never been the sleek and curvy type. although, i'd like to think i'm pretty grown up-like. almost. sometimes. probably should stop drawing robots, though.

ten days til sabah, kitties!
hurrah!

if you say you're wrong, i'll say i'm wrong; nothing could be worth this fight.

2011-06-23T19:53:00.004+08:00

okay, so i didn't have to wait a week in the end. i was climbing up the stairs after having bought myself some strawberry rocky (yumm) from the grocer's downstairs when i passed by the Apple Language Centre and spotted someone inside. after a beat, i pushed the door open and caught the attention of an elderly man. our conversation went as follows:

him: hello. yes?
me: hi! i couldn't help noticing the misspelling of 'entrance' on your poster, and thought i'd point it out.
him: oh? *peers over at poster on door* what was it?
me: 'entrance'. you don't need the second e.
him: entrance? E-N-T-E-R-A-N-C-E.
me: eh, no, the extra E. it's entrance. not.. enter. ance.
him: E-N-T-E-R-A-
me: er, you've created an extra syllable there. it's just.. E-N-T-R-A..
him: E-N-T-R- oh! i see, i see. yes, over-looked that. thank you.

hmm. i'm starting to think that maybe the misspelling wasn't a misspelling after all.

speaking of spelling (sort of)! ielts test results come out tomorrow morning. it suddenly occurred to me the possibility of my having taken the test for granted and actually scoring something sad. yikes. i mean, it wasn't like i was overly confident or anything, swaggering about the examination hall like some swaggering thing on swagger pills. but, you know, i went in with a rather vague idea of what to expect. getting something not worth mentioning would be like life's way of lifting my skirt and going HA HA for not being more prepared.

oh wells. i'll find out soon enough!

Note: Not a Substitute for Human Interaction.

2011-06-22T19:42:00.002+08:00

my car now smells very vaguely of fried chicken as a result of having it parked behind kfc for the better part of the day. i kept catching whiffs of it as i drove, and needless to say, this made me hungry for waffles. (ha. see what i did there?)

anyway! the english language centre one floor down from my office has finally opened under the name Apple Language Centre, with a picture of a green apple as its logo. they stuck up a poster explaining the courses they offered, including

2. Secondary english courses for university enterance.

i thought of sticking a post-it on the poster, suggesting they turn on their spell-checker (or rather, sepell-checker), but then i figured that would be too mean. :/ it's sort of like when you're talking to someone who has something large and green stuck in his teeth; it drives you mad, but you just don't want to be the person to tell him about it in hopes that he'll find out himself, sparing him the embarrassment of being told. in the meantime it's all you can do not to stare whilst subconsciously licking at your teeth throughout the conversation.

oh wells. it's only been four days. i'll give it another week before i whip out my red .4 and draw a squiggle beneath the offending word.

knowing and feeling are completely different things.

2011-06-16T20:38:00.002+08:00

Nur Lisa Azhar
you'll be going to arin's surprise barbecue farewell shindig, yes?

Kim Ross Lee
how is it a surprise when he's inviting
lol

Nur Lisa Azhar
don't worry about the details; that's his job

Kim Ross Lee
are we getting anything for him

Nur Lisa Azhar
no idea
thermal underwear might come in handy
i hear tasmania can get pretty chilly

Kim Ross Lee
get one for me also

Nur Lisa Azhar
wouldn't know where to get thermal underwear here, though. malaysia's so hot my underwear seems thermal all the time.

Kim Ross Lee
this is where that phrase you posted earlier about how imagining makes things awkward comes into play..

it's the hole in my heart you fell through.

2011-06-14T23:55:00.003+08:00

ugh. it seems the pizza and ice cream i had earlier are settling in for the night at my middle, joining the pisang goreng and rice and chocolate and some things i may have ingested in my sleep. nothing but rigorous physical activity would scare them away, and sadly, i am i no mood for any sort of physical activity, rigorous or otherwise.

anyhoo! i finally finished my personal statement, hurrah! found a bunch of words that were willing to drive the point home, and i was done (dun dunnn). time to send off my application and pray and hope that the point reaches its destination and wins the hearts of whoever it is that has to slog through international applications.

in other mews! superkitty aka melly is here to stay. she's getting rounder by the day, and i'm pretty sure kittens aren't supposed to waddle, but oh wells.

mum: ayah says you know your results. tell laaaa.
me: are you sure he said 'results'? maybe he said something that just sounded like results. maybe what he really said was, Lisa knows her elephants.

you're just a one way street.

2011-06-13T10:54:00.003+08:00

nggaah. brain going into standby mode. help.

001843

2011-06-13T00:41:00.004+08:00

gah. i need a closing sentence for my personal statement, but the right words just keep eluding me, dancing just out of my reach, all cheeky giggles and grins.

i sat for my ielts test (is that redundant? my international english language testing system test? who knows? i don't.) this weekend, and it wasn't what i'd expected. i was hoping for more creativity, and frankly, it was just like school all over again and was pretty dull, although i did enjoy the speaking test. accidentally slipped in the world 'lah' at one point, and i couldn't tell if my examiner picked up on it, so i rambled on like nothing had happened. tralala(h).

rightyho! time to get some shut eye so that my brain doesn't go into standby mode at work tomorrow.

approved for use.

2011-06-03T21:31:00.006+08:00

what is hyperlipidemia? it is the term for high cholesterol levels in the blood, an elevation of lipids in the bloodstream. most heart and blood vessel diseases are caused by a buildup of cholesterol, plaque and other fatty deposits in artery walls. the arteries that feed the heart can become so clogged that the blood flow is reduced, causing chest pain. if a blood clot forms and blocks the artery, a heart attack can occur.

what should i eat?
• a variety of fruits and vegetables
• a variety of grain products
• fat-free and low-fat milk products
• beans and peas
• unsaturated vegetable oils

what should i limit?
• whole milk, cream and ice cream
• butter, egg yolks, and cheese
• organ meats like liver, sweetbreads, kidney and brain
• baked goods made with egg yolks and saturated fats
• fried foods

it's time i actually read the low-fat recipes in my recipe books and try them out. hmm.

look me up in some phone book under 'me and you'.

2011-06-03T20:57:00.004+08:00

meh.

i don't make films, but if i did, they'd have a samurai.

2011-05-31T19:48:00.002+08:00

today i discovered that i am the proud owner of the world's most difficult blouse to iron. it took me approximately 20 minutes and three goes with the iron to figure it out. i pulled it on (the blouse, not the iron) and had a mini conniption as i realised i had somehow managed to crumple it somewhere between ironing it and ironing it.

anyway, i told myself nobody was going to notice, and prayed that even if they did, they'd be too polite to remark on it.

love is a swimming pool with no bottom.

2011-05-29T22:34:00.000+08:00

maybe we're wrong.

you can only see the scars but not the story.

2011-05-26T05:36:00.003+08:00

Phil: It's hard being friends with girls.

Lem: It's hard being friends with guys.

Phil: I wish there was a third gender; something with boobs that was incapable of judgement.

- Better Off Ted

i'll remember you said that when robots take over the world.

2011-05-25T19:44:00.003+08:00

the other day i managed to surprise myself by picking up (and purchasing) a book from the fantasy aisle. zomg, the fantasy aisle! with all the warcraft paperbacks and elaborate covers and medieval fonts. granted, the book was sitting on the very edge of the fantasy aisle, right next to the fiction aisle, so it was more of an accident that i stumbled upon the book because i hadn't realised the fiction aisle had ended.

oh wells. s'all good, though, because ben aaronovitch turned out to be a compelling writer, with plenty of wry wit and some eerie moments sprinkled throughout the story, which is always a plus. the only nonplus (ie minus) is the fact that i got the american edition without knowing it. it's not such a big deal, but it did ruin the whole london effect for me a little bit. (i knew it was weird when peter grant started describing the 'soccer' match between arsenal and spurs!)(what's with that, anyway? why can't they just publish the book in the original, english edition everywhere?)

in arthur news! it's towel day today! a tribute to the late and fantastic douglas adams, a froody dude if there ever was one. happy towel day, kitties!

you never know when we might need an elderly dwarf.

2011-05-21T17:27:00.001+08:00

Dr. Rumack: You'd better tell the Captain we've got to land as soon as we can. This woman has to be gotten to a hospital.

Elaine Dickinson: A hospital? What is it?

Dr. Rumack: It's a big building with patients, but that's not important right now

- Airplane!

i was told there would be cake.

2011-05-17T20:09:00.004+08:00

it's practically raining inside the house, particularly at the staircase landing. there's a leak in the roof, and it's like a raincloud decided to stop by and just hang around for a bit, even after all the other rainclouds have gone. there is now a motley of towels and buckets beneath it, having a little towel and bucket gathering, keeping the water in place.

ah wells. at least it's concentrated at the stairs. nobody hangs out at the stairs, except for stair elves, and they're usually not around this time of year.

or ever, for that matter, seeing as how they er, don't exist.

'What are we looking for?' Lula wanted to know.
'Clues.'
'Good thing I asked. I thought it might have been elephants.'

- Fearless Fourteen by Janet Evanovich

fame is now injectable.

2011-05-14T13:22:00.006+08:00

9 more days, kittykats.

tralala.

you were born with ten fingers but you don't use them all.

2011-05-10T21:47:00.000+08:00

i've been guzzling down books like some guzzler on guzzling pills. i picked up janet evanovich's lean mean thirteen along with the inbetween stephanie plum novels the other day to keep my appetite at bay. i'm running out of space on my bookshelf.

er, although, perhaps my keeping my bags and shoes there might have something to do with it. and my trinkets. and socks. and old receipts and assorted bits of trash that tend to accumulate at the bottom of my bag without my knowledge.

hmm.

anyway! i need to start imitating a healthy, physically fit person. i shall start by watching chuck, which involves lots of sitting still and calm breathing. i mean, that's practically yoga already.

justice is a non-corrosive metal!

2011-05-09T23:21:00.003+08:00

hurrah!
channel 720. may 23rd. 9.50 pm.

ohhhh my toes are curling in excitement.
mmphgheeeee.

magic is just science we don't understand yet.

2011-05-09T20:40:00.004+08:00

the days have been very jake gyllenhaal lately (ie hot, but not as hairy as hugh jackman days). the air is still and humid, and just walking up the four flights of stairs each morning to work has me thinking of swimming pools and ice cream/swimming pools filled with ice cream (which would be sort of unhygienic, if you think about it).

originally, i wanted to start off by saying the days have been very adam levine lately (ie so hot you want to take your clothes off), but i thought that would be rather inappropriate to mention.

oh, wait.

hee hee.

kalau boleh tembak, dah lama aku campak batu.

2011-05-07T00:46:00.011+08:00

at last! inspiration has finally gotten back from a rather long holiday and decided to drop by to say hi.

i've always had this thing for muted colours and robots (not that you sharp-witted kitties haven't already noticed). mind you, i'm only into the cute, simple types and not the complicated ones with complex wires and bits and that look like they might actually benefit mankind. they take too long to doodle, anyway.

righto! off for a bowl of cereal now.

er, i mean, good, healthy oats. with low fat milk. and sliced fruit.
and half an hour of cardio.

zzzz.

Ketchup is a poor sauce of nutrition.

2011-05-05T19:13:00.004+08:00

i'm almost halfway through my internship, oh my! things have picked up work-wise, and though the distinct lack of eye candy still pains me, i've nonetheless started to get used to it. well, almost. admittedly, everytime i head on over to the grocery store or 99 speedmart across the street to get something to munch on, i pray that i will run into a nice-looking boy-type person, who will smile at me and make a witty remark regarding the snack i'm buying.

although, truth be told, i'd rather bump into said guy at, say, borders, or any other bookstore. (er, not sure what i'd be doing, buying snacks at the bookstore, though, but anyway.) of course, the one time i did actually bump into a good-looking boy who started a conversation with me, i completely lost my footing and had to focus more than usual on making appropriate sounds with my mouth. sadly, this meant i was unable to summon any form of wit as my wit had left me in order to look for my footing.

oh wells. as they say, a bird in the bush is worth two in the hand. or something. who knows? i don't.

why would you do what you do to me?

2011-04-30T00:49:00.002+08:00

he has a voice like molten chocolate. yum.

you're so cute, i just want to put you up for adoption.

2011-04-25T20:23:00.005+08:00

hurrah!

final presentation this thursday. gotta start remembering what my project's all about and learn a few architecture terms with which i can pepper my presentation.

hmmm.

me: i is otw home!
mum: ooo i is early! i is breaking a record!
me: don't perli me; these grownups have earlier bedtimes. the perks of growing old..
mum: big ha ha.
me: :DDD

the touch of your lips is a shock, not a kiss.

2011-04-23T15:34:00.005+08:00

hurrah! janet evanovich has finally dropped by, so now i've got half a slew of books to keep me occupied. i'll be able to brush up on my vocabulary and at the same time gain a few tips on how to be a better bounty hunter, either of which may or may not come in handy in the future. doesn't hurt to be prepared. as they say, faint heart never won fair lady.

or something. they tend to say a lot of things, really.

don't call me shirley.

2011-04-19T00:35:00.007+08:00

surpeaking of old people, i was just telling my dad how seeing old people on their own makes me sad. there's just something so melancholic about seeing an old person on his own at a restaurant or walking along the sidewalk, looking all weary.

i mean, why are they alone? what happened to the person that's supposed to spend the rest of their lives with them? or perhaps the rest of their lives just wasn't long enough to last?

and i said to my dad, what if one day he'll be that old person sitting on his own at Pelita? GAH.

but he made it okay in the end, because he said, 'well, i'll only be sitting on my own because i'm waiting for you.'

gah.

life is 'oh my god if i tell him he'll tell her and then she will know i like her'.

2011-04-19T00:28:00.005+08:00

apparently, soulmates are supposed to be able to find you by themselves, and that all you've gots to do is sit tight and wait for it to happen.

of course, there's a bit of a paradox there, seeing as how if everybody's busy waiting for their soulmates to find them, nobody'd be out looking for anybody.

life and its many mysteries, e.g. miracles and old people.

less nerd, more english.

2011-04-19T00:17:00.003+08:00

i haven't doodled anything in absolute yonks.

my pally inspiration has been avoiding me for some reason. i'm starting to miss it. it's upsetting, but i'm going to brave it out. maybe hang out with good old patience for a bit, although it can be a bit of a bore at times, as many old things tend to be (ha).

harumph, ggghh, and other disgruntled noises.

i miss being in love. >;(