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Monday, May 29, 2006

Hi-5!!

That's right, people... I am catching Hi-5 tonight!

Of course not alone, silly. I'm watching it with another pretty girl. She is 4. I am 22.

Ouhh... Yay! Yay!

the enigma was spotted at 17:49

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talkativity

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Last weekend, my cousin who is a teacher, brought her students' report sheets to the gramps'. She thought she could sign them while she was there.

I look at the serial no. 1 student's sheet. Hmm, pretty good remarks, this student has. I look at serial no.2. I look at the next one. And the next one. And the next.

"How come you give very good remarks to them, even if their results suck?"

"Of course lah, they're still young and I don't want to dampen their confidence."

"Oh really... How nice."

"Yeah, I didn't even give any of them a 'Fair' for their conduct. Even the most misbehaved received a 'Good'."

"Eh! Why lah!"

"Because if they have even one 'Fair' or 'Satisfactory' in their report book, they can't receive a bursary in future."

"WAH YOU SO NICE!" I screamed.

If only teachers donkey years ago realised this. If you look at my primary school report book, the grades are pretty okay, if I may say so myself, but my conduct remarks are always lousy. My brother's worst ah. He was TALKATIVE and PLAYFUL. Eh sila eh~ Every year without fail mesti ada remarks TALKATIVE.

I am not talkative, understand. I just like to express my observations. So it'd be like, the teacher talking in class and I interrupted and added my two-cents' worth and the teacher called me talkative. Or my stupid classmate would be asking me a question and I'd be telling her and the teacher just happened to turn and see ME talking and called me talkative. Knn understand. Teachers then just didn't realise that growing up kids should be given the avenue to express their thoughts and not impede their cultivating minds. And when better time to do it if not in school?

This would always quash my spirits. I think I was more terrified of my conduct remarks than my grades.

My uncle who is also a teacher would comment, "Ah ni ah teacher-teacher tak pergi NIE." The point being, teachers then who didn't go NIE are not taught how to teach. Back then, it's enough to just know the subject matter. Never mind about handling problematic kids. Kalau jahat, sepak terajang sua. Ataupun rotan. Pergi mampos kau.

So since teachers are not allowed to touch the students now, they have to dig deeper into the roots of these problematic kids. They are taught to understand the needs of different students. They are not all one and the same.

Cheybah aku macam yor-yor orh jer.

the enigma was spotted at 18:34

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party in my tummy / Scream Part 4

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

"Oh i can hear CHURNING," Dr. Angeline Chua said with a surprised look.

"CHURNING?!? What's that churning?"

"Oh probably all the gas and other substance all trapped in there and couldn't go out smoothly... It's pretty loud," she said.

"Nice..." I mumbled.

"Have you been skipping meals?"

"Erm well... Sometimes..."

"And why's that?" (disapproving stare)

"Erm... Because I don't have the appetite to eat." (I wanted to add that I love my food, I really do. Some people eat when they're depressed. Some people don't. Some people eat and then puke it back out).

And she gave me some scary-looking pills that are half red, half green. Looks a bit like Christmas.

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I have been told that I'm loud. But why is it my screams for attention are not heard?

the enigma was spotted at 18:58

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perempuan bar

Welcome on board Nura! Yay yay dah jadi loyar buruk hurhur...

the enigma was spotted at 18:54

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another virtue

I posted something a while ago, but I decided to delete it. I think, silence is a virtue. And I'm still learning. I think I do a pretty good job and am so proud of myself *pats own back*

Anyway, I think some of the contestants in Singapore Idol are PAID to appear demented and shameless, just to add the entertainment value to the show. I said 'I think', but I cannot be sure. It's just something a colleague and I thought possible. I mean surely, there CANNOT be that many demented persons in Singapore who dare show their faces right?

We can't always tell the crazy from the normal. Crazy people won't admit they're crazy. You only know they're crazy from observing their actions and words spoken.

And if I don't keep my footing, I might just be borderline crazy for being in love.

the enigma was spotted at 12:45

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Ley said, pimpilitis

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

I have a huge-ass pimple. Guess where?

At the entrance of my left nostril. It's huge-ass, I tell ya. Now if only my ass is that big, I'd be half-happy.

I dare not touch it because it may leave a scar, and we don't want a scar at the entrance of my nostril, do we now? Because it will look like as if a perpetual goo is hanging for dear life at the entrance of my nostril. Haha...

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Sometimes, I really pity people who are misinformed/clueless/stupid.

They think they're too damn smart and just say what they want. It's sad, really. Because they don't even know that their 'friends' are talking behind their back.

Me? I just sit back and have my own little tickle fest. I laugh and laugh and laugh to myself.

It's so satisfying to witness the stupidity of some.

the enigma was spotted at 13:55

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Singapore Eye Dull

Monday, May 22, 2006

WHY LAH, WHY?!?!

WHY is it that if you can't sing, you DARE join the Singapore Idol?

Eh malu lah beb, very malu understand. Dah lah suara sumbangsih, the clothes, the facial expressions, the image... I don't want to sound very mean but it was very sad seeing all those hopefuls who don't even ACT very normal. Don't tell me you didn't laugh at them, too.

"My Engrish is VERY, VERY poor. So American is VERY, VERY good." - Singapore Cowboy, spoken with a very rosak American accent.

"I am a very, very confident person." - Miss Do Re Mi, who is very confident indeed. Never say die, yo.

"Tell the tales that to me were so dear, NONG NONG ago..." - Golden Monkey (I don't think they have a nick for him, so I took it upon myself to name him). NONG NONG ago your head lah, Nong...

And I very love the way Channel 5 added some light/sound effects to the contestants. Lurves it.

(I saw some very familiar faces, too. And I laughed. Hurhur...)

I can't wait for the very real talents to perform.

Those very weird contestants provide very, very good entertainment, but it can be very, very depressing listening to them.

Very, the.

the enigma was spotted at 18:12

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brokelet

Thursday, May 11, 2006

I swear that sometimes, I can be a bimbo.

Two mornings ago, I left the house wearing a 'I very the lurrve' bracelet on my right wrist. Now, things would have been all fine and dandy had I not over-analyse everything.

I was standing at the traffic light waiting for the light to turn green and I looked down at my right hand. See, I wear a silver ring on one of the fingers in my right hand and this bracelet on the same hand and somehow, it seemed wrong. Like, two accessories of different materials CANNOT be put together on the same hand, youknowwhatImean. Langgar lah, langgar. So this Awin the Clever decided to remove the bracelet and transfer it to the left hand.

AND.

In the process, the bracelet snapped and became a brokelet. I saw the pieces of my beautiful bracelet delightfully scatter at the side of the concrete road.

Eh macam the horror, the horror lah ok! The daym bracelet costs me $26 understand. I bought it to go with my (Huda's) gold cheongsam for my attachment company's D&D, so there's some sorta sentimental value to it, plus, I love all my trinkets so this is quite a heart pain.

All I did was just stare at the ground, and at my brokelet. I couldn't decide if I should pick them up or just let them be. In that nanosecond, I felt quite embarrassed to pick them up but then I figured out that if I don't, it'd be like littering. Because I am a very good citizen and I don't litter so I mumbled a "what shit" and picked what I could find, which is not many. And I clutched those daym things until I reached my work-place.

I think I'll use the remaining pieces to make earrings or necklace.

My brokelet. My broken bracelet.

Then this morning, as I waited at the traffic light, I looked down and saw a tiny piece of bead among the gravel on the ground. I was so bloody tempted to pick it up but then I thought people would say "Siao ah this girl. So pretty but so gila. Pick up rubbish from the ground".

Haha... Ok bluff only, understand.

the enigma was spotted at 13:01

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Awing the Party Planner

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Because I am a good friend, I will do my best to organise my friend's birthday party. Even though I am a full time career woman (cheyybah) and have very little time to be a party planner, tak apa. Even though I don't have a social life of my own but to call up nice restaurants and make reservations, TAK APA. Even though I keep saying Lau Pa Sat is fine, really, but she still refuses, PUN TAK APA. Because I am a good friend hurhur... Ok Ley?

So Washingtons, this Thursday, 7.45p.m. at Swensens Marina.

Please do not whine and complain and say "Why must it be Swensenssss...." Because if you want to go somewhere else, then please tell me and make the necessary arrangement. Not that I haven't tried. Because I am a seasoned and experienced party planner albeit the lack of personal time, and I have exhausted all resources and possible party venues for your dining pleasure.

(I should quit my day job and be a full-time party planner.)

Apparently, the criteria is 'No open space that could induce an aftermath of satay aroma' so Lau Pa Sat is out. Ratna has to swallow back her saliva now.

And most potential places which offer affordable prices do not accept reservations after 6.30p.m., which if you ask me, is a silly rule, because we have people like Maz whose motto is 'biar lambat asal make-up'. So 6.30p.m. could still be early to some.

Yar? Yar?

We'll see you girls this Thursday. And don't forget the cameras. Never mind if you forgot Ley's present. Just don't forget the cameras. Hurhur.

the enigma was spotted at 18:11

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Eli Copperfield, Jila Houdini and Awin Blaine

Monday, May 08, 2006

Wanna see some magic?

Wet tissue coming out from Awin's nose. That's magic.

Wet tissue coming out from Jila's ear. That's magic.

Wet tissue coming out from Eli's mouth. That's magic.

See... Toldja we can do magic. We're quite the magicians, no? Hurhur... That was what happened when we had dinner with a bunch of people we don't know haha...

But before that, we bumped into Angel, Eli's partner in crime in CGS. So pretty, she. Then again, she was already pretty last time. TAK MACAM KITA KAN, KENGKAWAN?!?

Then we also bumped into our old friends... We found them by the river at Clarke Quay. They're lookin good, y'all! We asked for a group photo, they said can.

The Copperfield, the Blaine and the Houdini. This picture is NOT blur. We use our magic to put some effects. Cos we are quite the magicians.

the enigma was spotted at 18:24

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Jaws

My right jaw hurts from a previous accident.

It hurts really, really bad. Every time before I open my mouth to talk, eat or do anything else, I have to re-adjust my jaw first. Which inadvertently stops me from doing anything much with my mouth, if youknowwhatImean. I even have difficulty brushing my teeth. It feels locked and when I move it, it made that kinda 'tuk-tuk' sound, if youknowwhatImean. I pity myself.

Don't think I don't have any feelings. Don't think I'm not capable of missing you.

But if you only knew...

the enigma was spotted at 18:04

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Royalties at Royal Plaza

Friday, May 05, 2006

Girls are vain. Don't believe me? Look below.

Staying in a hotel like tai-tais have never been better. Thanks for the company, girlies!

the enigma was spotted at 14:27

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Miss Farzuin

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Yay yay!

Today, I will teach about 8 students, and in a proper classroom too. I will be doing some relief teaching for my cousin's students. This is so exciting. If truth be told, I have been excited about this since last week, when she first told me. Another excite factor is, I'll be paid for that hurhur... That's some cash for shoes and bras. Because I love shoes and bras. I cannot see a pair of pretty shoes or a pretty bra and not buy them.

So today, I can feeling-feeling jadi checher. I'm quite nervous, actually. I'm sure the kids are going to size me up - see how far they can stretch my patience. Or the lack of it.

Speaking of teachers, come, I ask all of you.

DO I LOOK LIKE A TEACHER?

No, right? I'm sure I don't.

But tell my extended relatives that. When I approached and salam them, they'd go... "Oh abeh sekarang masih mengajar lagi?" or "Ni ajar kat sekolah mana ni?" or "Amcam, best? Jadi teacher?"

I can understand their confusion. Because my cousin is a teacher right, and they always mistake me for her. Walhal muka lain semacam. Tak sama sey, silakan.

This is why I don't really fancy attending family affairs, those extended ones. I mean, I do, but all the socialising can get pretty tiring, you know. Not to mention, my mum will book me in advance. She will give me some advice and if I still refuse, dia kasi warning sikit. "Eh kau jangan ngada-ngada eh taknak pergi. Ini sedara ibu tau Awin. Kan tak baik. Kalau keluar dengan kawan boleh. Ikut ibu pergi jemputan sedara, malas kau ehh..." That will usually hit my guilt spot, so I went.

My point here is, I 'm getting tired of getting mistaken as a teacher. Really. Aku takder rupa dan ciri-ciri cikgu-cikgi langsung sey hurhur...

the enigma was spotted at 12:40

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-_-

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Who wants to go out with me today, RAISE UP YOUR HAND!!!

No?

Nobody?

Hoookayy...

the enigma was spotted at 16:47

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Let me screen you

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

I want to go out today but I'm too shy and too lazy to ask anyone out. And I am dressed like chi-chi New York. Well, at least I think I'm dressed like chi-chi New York. Because I am wearing J-Lo's gold loop earrings. I hope she's not looking to wear them today. Hurhur. Aper jer Awing.

I caught another episode of Anugerah Skrin last night. Suddenly, I felt a funny feeling of familiarity. Macam ada seerti seiras lah dengan Miss Singapore Universe. Ohhh... All the girls have STRAIGHT AND LONG HAIR! You know what I mean... Straight and long hair. And boring. Seriously Anugerah Skriners. You all look the same. Like you come from the same cetak rompak. Hurhur.

Unsure of what you wanna do with your hair? Straighten it!

Wrecking your brains on what kinda hairstyle suits you? Straighten it!

Curly hair? Straighten it!

Got kutu (fleas) in your hair? Straighten it! (In hope that the kutus will die a painful death from the heat of the rebonding iron).

WHERE ARE ALL THE TALENTED GIRLS WITH SHORT OR CURLY HAIR???

I know there's at least one because I'm still alive and kicking now, right? Hurhur ok kidding.

The only hair variety I see on the screen that night was Rilla Melati, who obviously had no say on how her hair was styled because that power went to the hairstylists; and Sharon Ismail. Whoa! Now that's what I call character. Put her in a roomful of gorgeous babes and I can pick her out. Not because she's tall but because she has uber cool hair.

Honestly. I am not 100% against long and straight but if you want to stand out, look different. Be different. I mean, everyone there are talented, right? But what sets you apart, aside from a pretty face? Your hair. That's right, your hair. I cannot tell 'em girls apart because they have the same hair. Another thing that sets you apart is of course, your name. Like, if your name is Audi or Aura. Then again, we see the face first before we hear the name, right?

Take for example, last week's episode of Anugerah Skrin. There's one particular girl who caught my attention. She has this really cool hair. Short at the back and it gradually tapers longer at the sides. Uber chic, understand. Tyra Banks will give her nod of approval. And to put the cherry on top of the cake, she is good too. Total control of her body language, voice and posture. I lurve. Although I didn't catch her name. Must be something common. Opps ampun. Haha...

So my mum: "Awin, ni lah ibu suruh kau joiinnn... Anugerah Skrin. Kenapa tak joinnn..."

Me: "Aper jer ibu. Taaak nak lah. Malu."

Mum: "Eleh. Malu konon. Never mind lah, try only what."

Ibu dearest, let me tell you why I won't join.

1) When I am nervous or excited, I will stutter. My words will run over each other. I.e 'irrelevant' will become 'irrevelant', 'facility' will become 'Felicity' and 'certificate' will become 'cerfiticate'. You get my drift.

2) I swear too much, so I might swear on TV. "Kepalahotakkau lah nyaarr..." don't really sound polite on tv now, would it? Not pretty.

3) I have a big-ass pimple on my face NOW. So if I were to appear on-screen around this time, my big-ass pimple with its white pus will show and no concealer will help.

4) I am shy. This statement is true.

5) I don't have long, straight and silky Pantene hair. Or Toni & Guy hair.

So yeah. I can't join Anugerah Skrin. Although I like to talk and I like to feeling-feeling host. I like to eksyen eleh-eleh only.

the enigma was spotted at 17:58

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