Friday, August 29, 2008

:: Coklat Cair ::

  • Princess
  • Gorgeous
  • Sayangku
  • Baby
  • Bie
  • Budak pandai

Now, how can I not melt? These are the names Bob has been calling me, regardless of during happy, sad, unfavourable, melancholic moments. How can I not be happy? :)
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

:: eXpOnEnt|aL X ::

ye, saye tahu title agak cody, memandangkan saye ni math freak. tapi jika di kaji, di dalam risalah matematik, 'exponential x' ini byk meng-neutral-kan keadaan, seperti jika digunakan bersame hukum logaritma....

Ok, i'd better stop. hahahahha...

About Exponential X.

Ladies and gents, I will put up a website dedicated specially for this.
Exponential X is our new wedding planner slash event management company.
The team consists of people with experiences and background in respective fields.

Bob and I will be the first contact points, where u guys seek for information, enquire services, prices, etc.

Tina will be the face designer, providing make-up services, hair design and even accessories. Tina has been trained by the all-famous Saadiah (Ella's sister).

Fendy and Fahrul are the appointed photographer and art persons, and of course that explains it all already.

Alif will be every girl's favourite when it comes to design as he's the one in charge of 'hantaran' or dowry, 'pelamin', also other creative designs associated with events, such as tea parties!

Sue will provide you with all sorts of door gifts, e.g. for traditional malay weddings, the 'bunga telur' or sachets containing chocolates.

Aimi is the appointed "baker", providing all sorts of cakes; from 3-tier, to normal, to large square, to cute cupcakes...even cookies and brownies!

Last but not least, what's an event without food aye? So, our caterer will be Aunty Ina and Uncle Zul, whom has been in the food industry for over 15 years, specializing in Malay kampung food. Of course, tents, tables are also provided!
U need something more English? Yeap, we do provide pastries, condiments, tea and loads of coffee for u coffee lovers! Chinese or Indian food? You name it, we'll provide them for u :)

Services are provided for pax of 30 to 1,000 only. As to 'live up' the name Exponential X, we prefer for everything to remain more "subtle" and affordable, yet above the average services. With high inflation rates, we know how suffocating it is for everyone, especially the youngsters with tight pocket. :)

We are open for any enquiries, orders and reservations. Don't hesitate to e-mail or contact us!
The official website will be up soon, PROMISE! :P

E-mail to: or
Contact number: Liyana at 019 338 3773

Hope to hear from u guys soon! and thanks a lot for reading!
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Thursday, August 21, 2008

:: Kelemahan Diri ::

I need to flush out my calories, which are in fact, in absolute abundance.
Tolong, badan saye dah berlipat.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah damn it. harus berjogging semula ni. HARUS!

camane ni...January dah dekat....toloonnggg!!!
Tips people please. I need to shed 5 kilos within 4 months! crap!!!

Note: tolong jgn bagi tips yg akan meng-involve tak makan atau makan oats dan vege sahaja.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

:: Mengidam ::

I'm depressed, and tak sihat.
I need my Starbuck's hot chocolate.

I'm blaming this on Riena, sbb gatal pi cakap pasal chocolates on her blog.
Ok, hubby! Starbucks jom pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!

p/s: Yes, i am getting bulat-er. Don't care anymore...YET! :P
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Friday, August 15, 2008

:: Grammar Attack ::

I've been a grammar freak all my life, questioning every single goddamn grammar, especially those pertaining British English (as in NOBLE and GOOD English) vs American English (of which I regard to be more "thrashy" and informal). Not to offend anyone, it's just ironic and funny that we Malaysians actually practice writing British-English, yet speaking American-English.

It all started with the all famous Centre vs Center. Dudes, why do you guys have to make English so difficult anyway? Bloody hell, in Malaysia, we also have our respective "slangs" when talking in Bahasa u know, but not to the extent of having different spellings and meanings! God damn it.

Ok, here's the deal.

I've been studying English all my life, of course everyone else too. The thing that irritates me currently is this:

Till vs. Til vs. Until

Oh, I browsed through few sites, including all the sites i've visited are of American's. OKAY~.

I've attended this Advanced English course 2 years ago, and also a few other Grammar and English courses throughout my life (yes, u can see what an insecure freak I am when it comes to getting it right in English, yet, I still do not sound as great as Shakespeare). In the course, they said people have mistakenly used Till and Until interchangeably. WHY?.

Ok. Til, actually with an aposthrophe; 'Til is an informal, shortform of the word Until. Ok, acceptable. Apparently 'Til has been used by advertising media blablabla just to create that "trend" or ""coolness" of English. Ok, whatever.

Then comes Till. According to the American sites i've visited, Till has been around for like freaking 800 years already and not until later that they came out with the word Until, to describe "up to". What i've learnt in the classes i went is that, we shouldn't get confused between Till and Until. Why?...They say, we should always practice PROPER English, because that's what English is all about. A proper language with great manners. Here's what I've learnt.

Till is the bloody squarish compartment that is situated at the bottom of a bloody Cash Register. What does it do? It bloody pops out upon keyed-in transactions. In English (proper, that is) Till means specifically that, nothing more.

Therefore if one were to use Until, they should opt for the whole word for proper, mannerly speaking (regardless verbally or written) to describe "up to", and could use 'Til when speaking informally.

I think PROPER English makes more sense, don't u think?

What is the happened to our England?! Hah!

--> see, i even colour-coded them for ease of comparison. how considerate. :P

p/s: this entry is open for creative discussions. i like opinions! :)

Saturday, August 09, 2008

:: Melbourne, Revisited ::

Boarded a flight to my great city of memories, Melbourne on July 12th, 2008 with Mommy dearest. At first I thought it was just gonna be mom and I, but turns out that Papa, adeq n Elly also went. The former, of course came along to celebrate MY day, but the two latter(s) came along for a relatively short holiday.

My convocation fell on July 15th, 6.30pm at Camberwell Centre, surrounded by houses, small shops and a small church. The place was just pleasing. The ceremony went so smoothly, despite the fact that none of us graduands were called for any rehearsal prior to the event. They are, I salute, the total experts.

I cried to tears when I found out that Papa was gonna come for the ceremony, purely because I gave away the tickets to Mommy, and my two dear friends, Sally and Claudia. Papa came to my surprise...From far, I could see him smiling...The same smile I saw when I held my Bachelor's scroll back in 2006. The smile filled with joy, pride and fulfillment. I couldn't help but to beg the ticket collectors to let me purchase just ONE additional ticket for my loving father...and so they decided to gave it to me for FREE. I couldn't wait to share my joy that I ran through the crowd, eagerly trying to find Papa, ignoring the fact that I had my robe on and tucked perfectly. As I got to Papa, I was in quite a didn't cross my mind even on how I looked like, because my heart was just pumping with excitement. Papa indeed, was VERY very happy.

And so, we set a "date" to meet in the hall, me and papa. I've never seen him that ecstatic in my life...he had such a pretty smile, and he held that smile from the minute he arrived til the last time I passed by him upon walking towards the stage. Papa didn't miss a single moment. NOT A SINGLE MOMENT. As I exit the hall with fellow achievers, all I could do was to scan through every corner of the lobby, trying to find Papa.I wasn't too worried about Mommy though, coz she had Sal and Claud sticking by her all the time. Then I felt my phone vibrating...text message from Papa, and 8 missed calls from daddy dearest. Apparently he called to tell me that he had left...and didn't want to "steal" me away from my mother and friends....In his text, he said the most wonderful, heartfelt words a daughter would ever long for.

"E'en, Papa dah balik. I am so proud of you. Every cent of my money, was all worth it. I did not regret spending so much for you because you've made Papa a very proud father. I love you and I miss you very much"

and the text goes on. I burst into tears. After that, it was just endless text messages and calls between me and Papa. The heartache we caused each other just recently, didn't matter at all. Our love and mutual understanding grew so much more than it was before....and i'm glad shit happened, because if it didn't, then I doubt things would turn out this way....

To all; my Papa, Mommy, Kak Tina, Kak Ija, and my dearest friends, thank you, for your endless support, especially when I was at the verge of giving up.

Not to forget Ewa, Eski and Amar. Thank you so much for letting me and mom stay over. Amar, thank you for the 5 star hospitality. We really really appreciate it.

Oh, gambar ni saje je letak. I cooked EVERYTHING ok! :)
It was sort of a "present" dinner for Amar coz he took us everywhere on getting stuff for the house and going around the city. Amar balik2 je "waaaaahhh! lapar, lapar" hahahahahha
Of course, after dinner, me and Amar had our share of Tim Tam. Mine's original, and his is caramel. Oh sedap. Mesti la i curik his sikit kaaann..mane bole elak caramel ok! :P

Dan semestinya, kalau dah sampai Melbourne, haruslah pit-stop at Max Brenner!
hehehehhe...Mommy and I are such chocolate freaks. aaaaaaa rindu!

Anyway, had tons of fun...
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Friday, August 01, 2008

:: What's It Worth? ::

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later>and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told>us>all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.>Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse.

And so the saying goes,

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

I know this story could've been one creative idea of a person; even so, it did make me hold back tears.

This story was e-mailed to me by dear friend Arief, dated 30th August 2006, just few weeks after my Bachelor's Degree convocation. My friends indeed played a huge part of my life, and I shall not let the sacrifices, efforts and everything there is to a friendship be forgotten. Thank you, Boe. :)