Biskut is 26 today!

yeay!!! as it happens, today is Father's Day as well. I can't recall celebrating Biskut's birthday together with Father's Day at all before, so does it move around from year to year? maybe.

weather-wise, Edinburgh doesn't feel like celebrating. it was promising yesterday (and that always happens, because I had to be inside the HQ for the whole day with sun shining outside). it perked up too late for us to actually go out and enjoy the day. ah well, he's not fussed. at least I think so?

financial-wise, things are not too hot atm as well as LP is shut for maintenance work for maybe three weeks. so Biskut is lounging about, and I'm the one bringing in the bread, which works cruelly seeing that if he's at home I always find a way not to go to work. I can't do that now because a/ aforementioned hitch, and b/I'm on a stage 2 at work already (6months clean attendance pattern.) I blame littlesis being here for that. sorry! but it is the truth. she slept a lot causing to me to sleep a lot as well.

so no birthday cards, cake, not even balloons, nada. I promised I'll make it up to him though next week. littlesis and kakUmi called, however, and that made the birthday wishes list jump up from numero uno to three altogether. good year to be 26. did I say 26? I meant 19. coz he looks 19... ah well.

happy birthday Busuk, you know you complete me, you're better than any complex carbohydrates, and you're definitely my sunshine. you rock my world! may this be a wonderful year for you, and for the both of us. and no, I never forgot that I gave you Joop! when we first met. you'll always be my coffee~


love you to bits, E

edited at 20.37....

this will be our song then.

For you there'll be no crying

For you the sun will be shining

Cause I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

And the songbirds keep singing

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before

To you, I would give the world

To you, I'd never be cold

Cause I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

And the songbirds keep singing

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before

Like never before; like never before.

accidentally in love

call me a dreamer, a hopeless romantic, a natural born sucker for love stories. but i do believe there is a happy ending for everybody, you do have soulmates, and love can conquer all. so i just don't get people criticising the latest Hollywood rom-com which is Mr Tom Cruise nee Kidman and Ms. Katie Holmes, she of the twitchy cornea tomboy-across-the-creek off Dawson's Creek. and before we go on I am no fan of either, hence the silly name calling and jest.

they're in the public eye, that's why people are so cynical, i guess. i don't wish them harm, but for starters, why do a lot people wish that? sure, Cruise has War of the Worlds coming out, and Holmes is starring in Batman Begins. i might be as well subconsciously plugging their work right now. but what if they truly do love each other? aren't they entitled to love and be loved in peace? yeah, some people will counter that if they wanted to do so, they should've chosen to be a dentist or a teacher for low-profile, normal relationships. but what about our attitude as a society, as a whole, so infatuated with them in the first place, pushing them higher up the celebrity ladder? nowhere in red blood, in black granite, in permanent ink does it say 'fans maketh the man'. all the hype and hooplah, we are the ones who create for them. especially mass media. and it goes for all types of celebs we get nowadays, from the top of the list to the very dregs of the clan, namely the reality show stars, the ones that will attend the opening of an envelope (cliche, i know, but to make a point). if you don't like it, then don't like it and be off on your way!

just let people in love be, wish them well, hope for the best. wouldn't that be better than slagging them off as just another publicity stunt? if it is in fact a stunt, ah well, c'est la vie. and que sera sera. and hakuna matata as well! it's just another lesson for us all, no?

here and there and everywhere

stop press! michael jackson a.k.a king of Pop has been found not guilty on all charges against him. Cue diehard fans screaming, crying and whooping with joy.

stop press! Live8 tickets which were distributed by text lottery in UK have now been found on eBay, with biddings for a pair on the big day going for 10,000,000 pounds sterling for one auctioneer (and still going on strong at time of report.) "huiyoooooo" as we might say in Malaysia.

edited at 00.56am: after Sir Bob Geldof went on tv to condemn eBay, calling them an 'electronic pimp' , tickets have now been withdrawn from the site. hooray to humanity and goodwill! Biskut predicted this from the start, how clever is he? just for the record, the bidding at 10,000,000 pounds was actually a stunt bid. so how gullible am i? : )

stop press! i am getting married soon. but this is still an unconfirmed allegation. hihi

oh happy days~

sun mechanic mechanic sunflower

last night i finished work at 8pm and although i could scoot along home and park my butt in front of the idiot box i went dutifully to Biskut on Hanover St and proceeded to wait until he finished work. which was at 10.45pm. i missed another update on BB but it doesn't matter, i'll catch up today anyways coz it's eviction night.

we walked halfway and because it was a beautiful day we felt like walking the whole 10km (at least that's how far i see it). nevertheless i only had a manky old cardie on and the wind was getting colder by the minute where during the day it was a welcoming 'Californian' breeze. it was nice though. when we got home as per usual the pc was quickly switched on since Biskut plays poker online as regularly as he breathes, and i asked him to look up some ghost stories after we read the latest news in Malaysia about these three boys and a cousin of theirs getting lost in the woods.

apparently they saw a beautiful lane in the middle of the walk, with sweet smells and scents and a woman beckoning them to 'follow the (sort of) yellow brick road'. don't think it was dorothy from Oz though. anyway they were missing for 3days i think? and in true Malaysian fashion we didn't only send in paratroopers and helicopters and sniffer dogs, we also sent in a powerful shaman, a Tok Batin who had excellent connections with the mystic realm. he said in actuality the path the boys took wasn't beautiful but in fact a muddy, murky old road. and Biskut starts getting goosebumps all over. (so cute! scaredy cat.) he found them by means of looking down on the path for footprints (not the human kind) and also cigarette smoke. how cool is that? all the latest technology like infra-red or heat detectors couldn't even do what simple cigarette smoke can. who says smoking is bad? (cheeky cheeky!)

anyway, back to the point. while googling for cerita hantu we came across several sites with various types of ghosts that they've encountered. the usual scenarios or hang outs in Malaysia would be old school toilets, Chinese burial grounds, and old houses. i found this one lady writing about a story she heard on the radio. she wrote with flair, and it was almost like talking to her face to face. in the end her ghost story had a funny end so i kept on reading all her other entries in her blog. very entertaining.

one of her posts was about childhood songs. a lot of them are very familiar, and sometimes we sing it to this day. it's funny how you can remember all these songs from childhood and sing them today like you're still a kid. littlesis taught me the one i've used in the title. and i play the game that comes with it with Biskut whenever i want to bug him so bad. ha ha!

sun mechanic, mechanic, sunflower
in the law, in the law
cha cha cha, chi chi chi
cha cha cha, chi chi chi
one: two: 3
(and on three you have to wrestle his thumb and pin it, whoever manages to do so wins the bloody game).

killing me softly

yet another lazy afternoon. i found a new game on yahoo called Zuma. and boy is it addictive. i hate yahoo games now. i have so much work to do and the devil that is yahoo keeps luring me away... excuses excuses.... silly rabbit.

am totally bored at home as do not have anything entertaining to do. i'll have to go to work then. latest on Big Brother: apparently someone in the house has been receiving hate mail and the latest scare is that a parcel that is highly suspicious (the contents, not how the parcel acts) has been delivered to the BB offices. best bet is on Kemal, an outrageous Muslim bi-sexual male belly dancer from Turkey who entered the house in a red sari symbolising his marriage to the house. whatever. some people, eh? he is highly dramatic, and for some people it's found to be very entertaining.

in my previous blog i talked about sin city and tarantino. just for the record i am not a fan of tarantino's work as i might have come across. i'm actually like Ann from America's Next Top Model. i don't have a single preference for anything be it music, movies or whatever is the latest pop cult du jour. i take it all in. Tyra Banks criticised Ann for being like this, "open to all". who's your role model? who do you aspire to be? why i want to be myself of course. obviously!

Sienna Miller is the latest celeb hitting all the right notes atm. so you get mass produced masses of new generation hippy-boho looky likeys sweeping Britain. and wherever you go in the shops all that is on offer are flowy tiered skirts and kaftans. my mom would definitely say, "been there done that" if she can see it now. as for me, i'm waiting for it to be autumn already so i can be out of season wearing all the chunky titbits and gypsy clothing so people would say "that's so last season!"

whatever.

my kind of Monday

aaaaaaaah. finally! a day of leisure and shut-eye and lazy time rolling about in bed. however, it was a lovely day weather-wise and seeing that we both had the day off, it was time for Sin City: first on our list of long awaited summer movies. where else to sample this delight than Omni on Leith Walk as per usual. i had only 20minutes to take a shower and dry my hair nicely to get there at 2.30pm. Biskut only took 10 to do what was necessary, then he lounged around tap-tapping his fingers and dashed downstairs with the trash.

it was a dark, stormy night. remember how snoopy used to start his day with that sentence perched on top of his dog house with his cute typewriter? that was how Sin City started. it's adapted from a comic i believe, but since i'm not really sure what the storyline is i'll leave it to you hardcore comic people to fill in the blanks. the cinematography was brilliant coz (i think) it didn't wander far away from the comicbook stuff. Kill Bill started the whole 'black and white for parts of the movie' scenes, and it's been used here as well. unsurprisingly since Tarantino is a guest director.

after the movie we came out to more sunshine still which was nice and surprising, so we had a walk up the road and into the bookies. Biskut placed a 2pound bet on dogs, and won 10pounds. feeling lucky, he asked me to pick a number between 1 to 50 for a pound, and with odds of 6-1, i chose 19: his birthdate. that was the first number that came up. woohoo!! we started today with 20pounds that we had to break the kitty for, and now we earned back what we spent already with something extra to spend. it was only after we picked up the winnings that i noticed on the board that we could win 560pounds with three numbers for a pound. and the numbers that i wanted to pick came up as well (20 and 22). ah well. better safe than sorry, although i have to wait a little bit longer for that coveted Gucci purse now.

with the extra dosh in hand he then decided that i could have that lip gloss after all. so we got the number 22 down to Ocean Terminal and bought a nice lippy for 11pounds. he also bought me a nice pair of pants, coz i've been moaning forever for new ones as i can hardly fit anymore into what i have now! then we went back to Nicolson St for food and drink, before heading back home to a night of ER and the latest on Big Brother. I forgot to update that it's started already, moving into the second week now. i know i shouldn't be watching this pap but it's highly addictive even if you can't stand what you see on the show. I don't think i'm hardcore enuff though, as i don't watch live coverage or the detailed sister programmes they have for it (apart for Dermot: that's the only reason why you'd want to watch BBLB anyway. long live sexy Dermot!)

wish life was as nice as today everyday forever!

tribute to you:

littlesis has flown the coop- again. she left us both on Friday, back to where the sunshine, good food, and magic never ends. it was a journey i would never forget. she's been here three times since i first came in 1997, but this time, it felt a bit harder to let her go home.

this time round she stayed for six months. in her quest for a job after completing her studies in MMU majoring in a subject i have never managed to understand at all... how excited we were at the prospect of her earning the dosh for us to go places. and to learn how to become a responsible adult, teaching me along the way. alas! all her job applications came back with a polite but firm 'No, but thanks for asking, we'll keep you in mind' replies.

this year we didn't even get to go places. the newest place she's been this time round is a half-a-day trip to Blackpool, where she sampled the finest, scariest rollercoaster (at least for me and Biskut!) ever in her 23years on earth. yes, she tackled the Big One. and she has a photo of her screaming to prove she actually went on it. 8pounds well spent. i wish i didn't have to drive so i could've gone on it with you! and that's the absolute truth. bukan cakap tipu... and we had the time of our lives there cheering on Biskut with his electronic horse derby where he won her the biggest cutest teddy bear ever.

i feel a bit of a loss since the 48hours that she's gone. Biskut is being a great guy (that we all know he is), and luckily he has these two days off to help me take it easy. (like i don't do that already on a daily basis). i kinda got used to the idea that she was here to keep us company and to keep an eye on us as my dad wished not so secretly. Sunday is 'the O.C.' day, and although i usually watch it alone anyways, in the short time littlesis was here, she sometimes popped in the tv room to annoy me with questions that she didn't need to ask in the first place if she watched it with me from the start...!

there's nobody in the back room anymore making a right mess (actually there is, but i'll keep that story for another day.) nobody making really hot sambal and after that running off to 'smile' in the loo for up to fifteen minutes. nobody utilising the pc, or the v-cam, or hogging the mirror and complaining about their teeth. by the way they're not yellow at all. nobody i can bully into giving up the pc, or do the laundry, or ask to get ready in 15minutes to meet Biskut for a stroll down the park. nobody to accompany me to school. nobody to make big scary eyes at. or to dance for. or to laugh with.

this is making me even more sad than my previous post so i better stop here. but before i do that, littlesis, just wanted you to know that i miss you, i love you, take care, do what you need to do back home and then save up all your money so you can come back here and buy all the shoes on offer in Office and Schuh and Zara and everywhere else plus we can do all the stuff we did before. don't take too long. even Biskut is missing his nagaemas partner in crime.

and please take care of my adidas ballet shoes!

i used to be

1. someone's Lois Lane

that is so lame. i know. she wasn't even beautiful or smart or funny, especially the one that Teri Hatcher portrayed with Dean Cain on tv3 not so long ago. (sorry cW darl!) i don't even know why i was compared to Lois Lane. but it made me feel so happy and glowy back then. i waited everyday to hear those familiar words down the phone. "Apa Lois Lane saya buat hari ni?" (What did my Lois lane do today?) and it meant so much coz it came from him. it wasn't easy going thru life at 17 knowing that he's with someone else... and you were about 25minutes too late, to quote Michael Learns to Rock. me and my sappy old rock/ballad smush:
but just to clarify, he was never my Clark Kent. how stupid would that have been??!

2. a perfect size 10

oh, those were the days. i'd get into trouble then with Mr. Abu. "i think you have worms, your collarbones are sticking out... i'm taking you to the doctor in KL next week." what? he actually thought i had worms? that's my dad for you. i wasn't sickly skinny. i was just nice for my age. in school friends were pinching me left and right after PE, and pinching their waists after. i remember my Economics teacher, one day, when she was feeling extremely chatty, told us her 'stay slim' secrets (she wasn't actually slim, she was more like Marilyn Monroe, so glamorous with her wacky outfits that transcended beyond the usual baju kurung). one of the secrets i can still remember is to drink a glass of peria juice, straight up, no sugar, no ice, no nothing, blended all on its own, at least once a week. the twins asked if they could do it every day for a month, and i was asking how successful it was when my teacher said "u takpayah buatlah, i can guarantee u takkan gemuk punya tengok badan u sekarang" (u don't have to do it, i'll guarantee u won't put on weight ever based on how u are now). and the twins were giving me evil looks with the rest of the gang.
Hah! if they can only see me now.

3. all he ever wanted

don't get me wrong. i'm sure Biskut wants me still. but we're getting so comfortable in this nook of ours that nothing is new anymore. i don't want us to be stuck in this rut. i still want to be the girl he fell for, the girl he spent 400pounds on a phone bill once, the girl who 'stole' a boat with him, the girl who taught him the meaning of strawberry yogurt, the girl who couldn't skate... i just feel imperfect now... what with me putting on weight, and getting older... and our priorities changing with the responsibilities we face now. as much as i love 'desperate housewives' on tv, i don't want to be like them yet... i haven't even finished my 'f.r.i.e.n.d.s' and 'sex and the city' eras yet!

the list goes on, too sad to carry on atm: