thanks for the memories.
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Last week, i had my FIRST nose bleed! hooray! been having a stuffed nose for the past week or two and i don't even have a cold. i tried shoving that vicks thing up my nose but clearly, it didn't work.
The past few days, i've been packing and packing and packing. I swear this moving house scheme thingy is knocking the bejaysus out of us! goshhhhhh. Yesterday i got so sick of the house i called me momma up and we went to have dinner at terminal 3's secret recipe. nice. every night i'll pack one box of clothes, get really tired and fall asleep. and then i have a cousin constantly asking me why i'm always tired and why i'm always falling asleep really early now. according to her, i used to be the last one to go to sleep all the time and i'm full of energy. if i ever was that hyper, bring back oh bring back oh bring back my energy to me to me. =)
My family's not the very best at handling stressful situations one of which is moving to another house. For example, i woke up to someone screaming over the phone with a terrible terrible cramp, got myself into a miscommunication with a sleepy sister.. more screams here and there yadiyada. come experience hari raya preparations with us! it's like hmm. let me think. a step away from thoughts of cannibalism and weapons replaced by shouts and emotional breakdowns in a world war. ok. maybe not that bad but close. i wish we were more patient and close as a team. i wish we could have finished packing a day or two before we move out and sit together in an empty living room, reminiscing the 9 years we've spent in our home. funneh. we're folks who'll have grumpy fits till the very last minute. mark my words, there's gonna be total chaos on wednesday when the mover comes. i'm all excited now. not really. just one lesson learned from the past few weeks, enjoy good moods while they last.
random conversation between mummy and i.
mummy: u dye rambut u lagi eh??
me: a ah.
mummy: gatal eh. colour ni kan lawa. (points to the brownish blonde streaks in my hair.)
me: eee. tak ah. ni colour minah.
mummy: abih u apa?
me: i rockstar!.
haha.. i'm such a wannabe.
ouh and. i think life's too short for ignoring people when they don't say your name before starting a conversation. i'm an extreme feminist for now.
alohomora
-dyna
3:28 PM
woke up with swollen eyes. i'm still tired now. grr.
looked through pictures from paris and venice. missing europe like crazy. even though i was pretty inept socially, the first two months of this year were the best two months of my life. put me back where there were waffles every 1 meter or water everywhere. i wanna travel the world. more more.
loved ones can irritate the hell out of you sometimes. what are their problems really? you spend all your life with them and they can complain how you abandon them for laptops or friends. what the hell.. i'm in the mood for isolation but i would kill to go out and have fun.
I had a dream about voldermolt again. but this time, adam levine was he-who-must-not-be-named. how hot can voldermolt get? hahaha. it was scary i tell you. i couldnt find my wand (in reality, it's in one of the million boxes in my house. stupid mistake. i so need it if something wicked this way comes!) so i asked nazia (apparently she can teleport. i mean, apparate) to bring me to where my wand was but she couldnt cos everytime she tried, voldermolt was too close and he stopped her powers from working. oooo. and then i kept finding petrified bodies all over the house including harry's. however, it was actually daniel radcliffe as malfoy. now here's the thing. daniel radcliffe would make a way better malfoy than harry if he acted the way i saw him in my dreams. it was brilliant. i know i know, i have crappy dreams. but i think they're super cool. haha. anyway, i'm gonna go dye my hair pink.
adios
-dyna
11:19 AM I'm gonna grumble, complain and whine all i want and no one's gonna make me stop. COMPRENDO?!
A few days ago, a good guy friend came to my house at 2 in the morning, crying his heart out. I was there for him. He stopped crying and we had a good laugh before he went home at around 4.
The day after that, a good girl friend came to my house at around 10pm, crying her heart out. I was there for her. I gave her a hug and listened to what she had to say. She stopped crying, we played games before she went home around midnight.
A few years ago the same thing with tw0 primary school friends and a year ago the same thing with a secondary school friend. When i had these random visitors at my house, my heart stopped everytime i heard a sound. was afraid my mum would get angry like she normally does when she sees my friends at home in the wee hours. but i still try my best to help.
Right now, i wonder. whatever happened to best friends and bullshit?! Here's the cliche line. Where are my friends when i need them?
This guy my mother gave birth to before me said I can't go out at 3am. Here's the shit. Naqia and I were gonna go to my mother's shop to EAT. zomg. how dangerous is that eh?
A cab there and we'd be with my sister, who's older than that guy. So i tried to make my point. but this guy went on to say that he's the one in the house so i should listen to him. He didnt want me going out at that time. oooooooooooo. he claimed it's too late and anything could happen to us.
PLEASE LA! REALITY CHECK EVERYONE! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ANYWHERE ANYTIME. ANYONE CAN CLIMB INTO MY ROOM RIGHT NOW AND STAB ME TO DEATH. THAT'S DANGEROUS. WHY AM I IN MY ROOM? SHOULD I BE SOMEWHERE ELSE? WHY DON'T YOU PUT ME UNDER YOUR ARMPITS EVERYWHERE YOU GO YOU PERSON? WE'RE IN SINGAPORE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE. IF I'M FATED TO DIE NOW I CAN JUST DIE FOR NO APPARENT REASON.
note: this is coming from an innocent geek who doesnt smoke or drink. from a geek who doesnt get herself into trouble like gang fights and what other nonsense. a geek who learns from her mistakes in a geeky way because she gets phobias of her past.
and then i asked how come he can go out in the wee hours and i can't?
COS HE'S A BLOODY HE AND I'M A SHE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. IT'S SO FUNNY I WAS SHAKING WITH ANGER.
so i told him not to ever talk to me again after a few failed attempts of sharing my thoughts. he wanted to discipline me he said. he asked if i wanted a tight slap. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. he even raised his voice and asked if i wanted him to wake my mother up so she could have a say. knowing my dear dear mother, she'd take his side even after the many talks she and i had about guys and their EGOS. but i KNOW good enough that she'll be fine with me at her shop with her other daughter that she herself sent for the shop. but anyway, my mother's been working all day and he wants to wake her up in the middle of the night for this. he's oh so sensible isnt he? i should sooooo listen to him. and he mistook my hushed voice for fear. hahahahaha
explain this to me. which part of tight slaps and not listening to what i have to say and raising voices disciplining?
This guy thinks he cares but he doesnt even know who i am. QUITE SAD AR! hahahahaha.
He called me an idiot for going to band all the time. He doesnt know i'm being paid to go back for band. He's never heard me play before. and that's enough proof that he doesnt know me. So, hush person.
Am i a coward for not storming out of the house when i wanted to or do i care too much?
Am i a coward for keeping my voice down when all i wanted to do was scream my insides out or do i care too much?
Am i a coward for not calling a friend up or do i think too much?
Do i need friends when i had my sister and naqia to talk to?
Today, I reached my boiling point. I dont care if i'm being childish or immature. I just want to be heard.
10:09 PM
I HAVE A NEPHEW.
MY NEPHEW IS CUTE.
HE'S 3 DAYS OLD.
HE LOOKS LIKE A FRUIT.
ahahahahaha. ok. when i saw this baby, i had tears in my eyes. it's a whole new world now innit?
new generation. generation x. haha. my mummy's a granny, my granny's a great granny, i am an aunt, my brother's a FATHER.. zomg. him and this little one are gonna be one lame team. haha. soon, he's gonna grow up and take over my teenagehood. and i wondered. when he's 18, and i'm 36 (FREAKY), will i still be the cool aunt mcdrummer? or am i gonna be some boring working adult. eeeeeeeee. haha. i hope i'm the first one. but at the rate i'm going, i might end up a road sweeper's assistant. anyway. doesn't he look like a pocahontas character. lol. so cute la. i cannot stand. womg. there's a video of him that my bro took which never fails to put a smile on my face whenever i watch it. when he was born, my brother came out of the delivery room with a smile on his face. a smile i've never seen before in my life. there was something about it that made me warm all over. he's a father now. =) and i'm so happy for him. i can actually cry now. hahaha. ok. i dont know if anyone understands how i feel. but they will if their bro has a son and they saw that very smile. I LOVE THIS LITTLE BOY. but he's not gonna stop me having a cat. hahaha. though when i saw the video for the first time i actually thought i would give up wanting cats for a while just for him. i'll wait till he grows a wee bit older. but come to think of it, it's not like i'm gonna put this baby in a cage full of cats to scratch him all over! tsk. the cat's gonna mind its own business right. haiyo parents. gimme a break.... according to naqia, they don't speak cat like we do. and she meows. hahahaha.. even naqia's smiling at the video everytime she watches it. now we understand how people feel when they have little babies in their lives. haha. we never liked babies much did we naqia? ahahaha. ladidadida. ok bye
-dyna
6:40 PM
Dayana, 19