is this true?

let's see:
your name
do you smoke?	YesNoOccasionally
do you drink?	YesNoOccasionally
stronger drugs?	YesNoOccasionally
your favourite activity
you are	A chatter box
you wish you were	A supermodel
you hope	It's not too late
people think you are	So Lovely
intelligent people though, think you are	Just lazy
but, really, you're just	A good hearted thing
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waaaaa

current mood: blue

went to get the latest installment of Ms Rowling's superb escapism tool, resulting in the world doing what Roald Dahl advocated in his ode to Mike Teavee: read, and read some more. the mega launch saw my local bookstore play host to a queue of about 300 people, and when Biskut and me joined the queue it was going on 400 strong. we had a quick coffee in Burger King first as it was two shops down from Waterstones. clock struck 12.01: Edinburgh Castle lit up with fireworks. oh what I wouldn't give to be 10 again.

I waited half an hour in the queue, Biskut with nothing more than a summer shirt on (ala Ryan Atwood) and found at least one new use for his nips when the air turned, nippy. ha ha. that's what you get when you're stubborn and tak nak dengar kata isteri. then we walked home which took another half hour. when I got home I took my own sweet time tending to other pressing matters such as two dishes and some cutlery in the sink, laundry (to wash and to fold) and miscellaneous errands before actually checking that I did, in fact, part company with my hard earned £11.99 for a copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince just over an hour ago.

it's almost like Pringles: once you pop, you can't stop. but I really had to. even when things were getting interesting, I was halfway thru chapter 6, and it was already 4am before I had to wake up (if I got to sleep at all) at 7.30 to get to work for 9, and slog thru the day to 5... before I can actually pick up where I left the complimentary bookmark.

I wish I didn't speed-read though. I should've savoured the moment, make it longer than it was. I'm not going to spoil it for you guys who haven't had a chance yet (this includes Biskut who has had to put up with sporadic guffaws, gasps and unnecessary swearing so far), but I hope the current mood I've declared myself to be in reflects the nature of this unputdownable book.

Happy reading, and here's to the wait for the next one once you've finished!

of dreams gone by

have you ever felt sometimes that time just isn't enough for everything on your 'to do' list?

I turned 26 on Friday. when I was 16, I thought that by 26, I would have been happily married to the One, lived abroad, successful, comfortable life, with a cute little daughter I would call Nadia Shahira. he would be the breadwinner while I was a promising housewife. I just thought that becoming a housewife would make me a better mother for my unborn kids, and a perfect wife for my loving husband. and that was all that I needed.

by 21, I knew that my dreams of five years before were to change 180 degrees. sure I was abroad by then, but things got messy with the One in the the short time we were apart, and of course I couldn't actually go on to have Nadia alone. my dreams started to shift a bit. I met Biskut early in 2000, and in the summer something happened that was to change my life story again, turning the experience into my first full circle of life.

five years down, I'm still with Biskut, and those dreams I used to have are slowly starting to make sense again. but by now I've been thru a lot to know that they are as we call them: dreams. sure it would be nice for them to be a reality but atm, unfortunately, the glass is half empty as I see it. and altho' the sun is shining most of the time (in fact all this week it's going to be a scorcher throughout the land), I can't help but feel a little in the shadows and don a plastic smile just in case.

i'm sorry to be so melancholic, but hey, it's 1.48am, it's cool outside, silent apart from the occasional car driving by, lonely drunks walking home. Biskut is no longer a bat (I told him off yesterday afternoon coz we missed out on the hottest day of the year as he was sleeping). tomorrow's another day, and let's dream of a better one, shall we?

the sun is shining

and my Biskut is snoring. i hate his new sleeping patterns. he is like a bat nowadays. it's been almost a month now since the restaurant closed for maintenance but nobody has bothered to update us on what's happening. so he mopes about, washing dishes-washing clothes-shops for food-cooks the food- and the cycle goes on for weeks on end without any variety. leaving him a very unhappy camper indeed.

on a lighter note, Biskut has been infected with my new found time-waster activity: blog-hopping. altho' he prefers poker players' blogs to my more Malay-based readings, still it keeps him active and healthy. tho' how healthy you can get by staring at a pc screen for hours on end is beyond me. at least I know he's not porn-surfing.

on the other hand, my left hand has been throbbing uncomfortably for the past few days, whenever I make a semi-fist or stretch it even, right where the thumb is connected to the fleshy bit that makes up your palm. pardon my non-existent science lingua skills/knowledge here. there's something wrong with the nerves or the blood flow and it really hurts at times, didn't know dull pain can do this much. Claire at work asked if I banged it somewhere, and I told her not that I know of. how much bumping about can I do without it going unnoticed? I'm not exactly a hyperactive toddler. I'm not exactly active at all nowadays, haha.

I wanna go sit out in the garden (some kind neighbor has mowed the grass for the building, BBQs on the table soon) but don't wanna leave Biskut alone. even if he's snoring the roof off now. hopefully we'll go out tomorrow.

littlesis updated me with a story about silly stoopid ass callers calling her number and doing nothing but breathe heavily down the earpiece. whaddahell??! only in Malaysia do you get weird ass behaviour like this. last time I called her a guy answered, who turned out to be her friend's boyfriend, coz she says it's for the reason mentioned above, and the caller id comes up as a private number. but what does she do when there's no alpha male around? I hate for her to be so nervous she can't have a social life. eeeeeeeeeee tak sukanya.

am really tempted to just go out alone, but I've not done alone since 1997. should I wake Biskut up? he gets really cranky when I do that. don't wanna spoil my night. guess I'll be enjoying the sun indoors then.

yeay yeay de yeay

just another non-manic Monday....

been a while since the last. what's happened? first things first. in no particular order. last weekend was a blast, had good news from the HQ. within minutes of non-committal disclaimers coming from my TM about contracts and our future as twilight staff, along came Luke and Mark dispelling and quashing all our fears: we are going to get contracts. very soon, by the looks of it. this automatically means that I can look forward to

a) job security (yeay!)
b) scheduled hours (boo)
c) bonus and staff perks (yeay, sort of?)
d) dreams coming true (softly-softly treading here)
e) worthwhile Saturdays (coz we would get time and a half now)
f) monthly wages (half-yeay, semi-boo)

I have also hit all my targets for the second month running, meaning that I will get a payrise backdating to the start of June... woo hoo!! now if only I can bring myself to go to work for more hours. I kinda like the flexibility I have atm, most of the team envy me when I say I don't really have scheduled hours to report to. it might all change with the contracts we are going to be offered.

over the weekend: Live8 came and went. silly me asked for Saturday off too late from Mr. Nice Guy. I only got the first few morning hours off, and still had to go in to HQ for two hours work in the afternoon. it couldn't have gone any slower, I tell you. afterwards Biskut picked me up and we walked to the Meadows for the remaining festivities of the day. got myself a band, a car sticker, a keyring that can also function as a bottle opener and a flag (for Biskut: he actually only wanted the stick that came with it.) so cute! he got hold of a massive piece of wood when we got there, and started using it as a staff like Gandalf (boys and wood, eh?), and when I gave him the stick the larger one was no longer in sight. i asked for it, and he said it was already broken and he had to throw it away. oh, cutenya! the t-shirts were nice as well but we didn't have enuff cash to buy a pair or two.

we walked deeper into the mass of white-apparelled people, and you could see the gypsy skirts in full swing wherever you cast your sight upon. it was a funny weathered day, the sun shining brightly and warmly that I burnt my back (we were the exception to the norm of the day: I wore my black Transformers tee, Biskut with his yellow checkered lucky shirt he wore when he won big stuff at Blackpool), and he forgot to bring an extra roll of Kodak, so we had to budget our snap-happy poses, and the wind blowing hard at times people were fending off newspapers and plastic bags from swirling into their faces, as well as getting massive beehives without any effort (myself included! should have brought a scarf or a scrunchie along, I must have looked a state). we sat down, listened to some music, Malay-spied the crowd (spotted a few fresh faces 10 o'clock), and took some more pics. (I will update them as soon as littlesis teaches me how). wished I woke up earlier today to join the march across Edinburgh.

we then went (I typed 'we when dent' just now! hah!) to eat at the mosque, the sun was no longer smiling, and it was lightly drizzling when we sat down for our 3pound meal. a perfect end to a perfect day.

Wimbledon: ladies singles' final today, but it wasn't what we were waiting for (Sharapova no longer in the running as Venus sweeped the court with her the day before) and proceeded to use Lindsay Davenport as a punching bag after. it was going quite well for Lindsay until she got a back injury, and from then her moves were limited to state the obvious, eventho' she did try to fight back. ah well. then I stayed glued to the box for the rest of the night, catching up on Live8 in Hyde Park and the rest, and got some shut eye only to be woken up to the strains of Beverly Hills: 90210. sad, yes, I know.

Sunday: as we were still awake at 9am we went down to get the Sunday papers, Biskut now with eyes as red as rubies. bought a phone card to call littlesis back home, latest updates, bla bla bla. I can never manage to put down the phone soon enough to save for the next phone call, so the fiver it costs to buy the bloody card is gone in exactly an hour and a half. also got to call kakUmi who is now back in the boring, lonely house all by herself spent doing nothing. her trip to KL had to be cut short due to unforeseen circumstances which will be elaborated later in the year. (that is if I can be bothered, and if I can still remember by then). watched the men's final, and Roger Federer thumped A-Rod (my imaginary beau in the sports division of my imaginary beau list)again this year. ahh....well.

will possibly go to the movies later. Biskut is now hogging the duvet, as his sleep patterns have now changed over this weekend, and I can't bear to wake him up, especially not now when you're sure he's totally wiped out that he's snoring so loud you can hear it from the kitchen. over the washing machine doing the spin cycle. with the neighbour's stereo tubthumping in the garden.