174th entry: Picnic

The picnic was planned rather abrupt, but Rahah's idea to get together in a save-budget-style was so tempting. Plus, it's not like any of us have any better things to do after the result was out. Indeed, all the participants in the picnic were actually the loyal members of club lazy arses.

(so be thankful Zaffirah, at least you're not as unproductive as us)

Although the plan was nearly canceled as none of them had their transport available (Izzah preferred carpooling) and Amelia Puspa had to bail out last minute (fever) so.. I took the liberty (uiceh..) to be the pilot for the day.

Shikin aka Atoi was in town, so I sucked her in to join the gathering.

(I was talking to her the previous night, and we did something.. er.. well.. er.. hm.. I certainly own her niece big time apology.. she shouldn't have seen me and Atoi doing that. Seriously)

I was running late and Shikin was there since 1500 hours. Apart from the usual fashionably delay, we were all extremely freaking hungry. I asked Izzah to text Shikin, just to keep her entertain. My driving was next to Michael Schumaker and, and er.. and.. any sodding fast driver combined! *pardon me* as I only thought of one thing and that one thing is Shikin.

(Gotta reach there fast or else)

Once we had arrived at the park, the car windscreen suddenly decorated with sets of fresh drops from the sky.

No..

(Zizi suggested not to panic. Think the opposite. Think the opposite! So.. not raining! Not raining!)

Such denial. Do you think it would help? Of course not. Sheesh.

And the rain poured heavier as I stepped to the pedal to reach Shikin's parking. I'm all prepared if she's going to bark at me as it was, anyway, my fault.

But she was giggling and smiling.

(Hell yeah we did something the night before, alright..)

Rain, rain and more rain. It's impossible to get to any spot to picnic but I knew one place where we could settle down and enjoy the cooling water dropping from the sky.

Only.. there was one problem.

We didn't have umbrella.

I think I've over looked the fact that it might be raining that day. Shikin had an umbrella. But her umbrella was too small to fit us all SIX. Besides, Izzah and Zizi were the only size two. As for the rest of us, considering the height that matches the weight, we can't be squeezing ourselves in between the two dwarves or they would be smashed like mash potatoes

In the end, we improvised (a must have trait for teachers) and used the plastic green and red mat to shield us from the rain and get to the spot safe and less wet (not so much of keeping us dry)

it was raining cats and dogs and panda bears. This photo didn't do the justice.

There and then, we laid out the other mat, settle down and munch munch munch; enjoying the cooling breeze, and wet, and gossips.

Here and wet

the six of us

MENU: Chicken nugget, tuna sandwich, chocolate cake, cekodok or jemput (flour and bananas mixed together and deep fried, like you're making a pancake, only this pancake is made into small balls, more like a tid bits) snacks and beverages (Kickapoo was one of it)

From below

From above

Six girls, what do you expect other than mindless rumours? We could have discussed about our concern on the abolishment of mathematics and science in English, oh wait.. we did talk about that right? Wow..

We are not that mindless after all!

(It has been confirmed that the system is reversed. Now we're back at using Bahasa Melayu to teach Mathematics and Science. )

All six in one frame and I took this once, one shot only.

(Wow, great composition Aqmaal! Nice shot!)

1800 hours, we packed and headed home. But I wasn't done from taking photos. So here are some of it

(and thanks guys for willingly do the faces. I can't believe you would at all heh heh)

As it was raining and the traffic, and a couple of missed roads, we had to pit stop at Zizi's for prayers.

Zizi's mom served us with hot beverage and dry crackers, peerggghhhh

(or, aaahhhh hot chocolate during winter..)

Rahah and Hanna with her phone

Izzah and Hanna

It was fun, wasn't it? Next time, I have to include other KLites, or I will receive a death threat from Zaffirah Zaini again

You don't think I want to share, do you?

You are right, I don't want to share

ps: Never too late, an entry a day.

173rd entry: I've told you

this was print-screened yesterday, around 0012
(click the image)

I told ya I was international :D

Truth is, I posted the entry during the 'hot' hour and people from all over the world came in through the "next" navigator (at the top of your blog).

As they hit "next" and I hit "publish" so the two collided then voila~ all the small little flag from all over the world.

Ha ha ha ha

And I was bragging alot then, "check out my blog, now!!!!"

Ha ha ha ha

Pure genius

Ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha


Till then, cheerio




ps: Currently, I'm in a program of 'An entry a day ' organized by the goddess herself, Nuur Aqmaal Ismail. I'm sorry if any of my previous entries didn't excite you that much but I'm trying to keep this program going by posting anything, and I mean anything; as long as there is something worth posting (to me hohoho)

pps: I wanted to write, but it's getting late and I don't want to be a raccoon. See you in the next entry

172nd entry: The challenge

Izzah Nadhirah Saleh

Of all the things I could get you, you want flowers???

Yes! I want flowers! I don't know what's got into me that day but I was craving for flowers. Not that I craved as in craving for food, but just for the thought of it-- f l o w e r s. Besides, I don't really want anything. Yes. Just to have her back in one piece with the other babes, Amelia and Aesha is enough.

So for the thought of not wanting anything, why not ask for something absurd, eh? (hehehehe)

I: Anything else besides flowers?
A: Nope. Flowers. Only
R: Get her those from Petaling Street. End of story
A: Petaling Street??? I want flowers from Sabah!
I: By the time I get here, the flowers would be all rotten!!
A: Flowers
R: Petaling Street
I: From boutique. I know one.
A: Sabah.

Other than the impossible flower, perhaps a bracelet would be nice. A made of wood bangle.

(Take note: I don't wear so much of accessories apart from the bangles and the watch. Bling- bling- cing- a- ling no thank you)

But on her trip to Kundasang, Sabah; she couldn't find any bracelet of wood. So it's ok, I didn't expect anything from her anyway. Just as long as she arrive home, safe and sound with my another two friends, it's more than anything I could ask for.

A day after their arrival, she text:

Come to my place if you want those flowers.

Nooooo.. she didn't!!

Yes she did!!

And she got me a bracelet too! It was so beautiful and I, I.. wow.. she got me, really. It's not of wood, but it was still nice and she got it cheap and it was really worth it

pink and purple!! Aaaaa!!! It's p to the r to the e to the t t y. Holler, Pretty!!

(I wouldn't take it if cost her a lot. Unless, she's a boyfriend or a sugar mommy, then it's okay)

And we exchanged story of Aesha who was, as we all expected; would be a real clown once she stepped down from the plane.

Not the funny clown, but the annoying clown that end up as a topic to talk about :D

(remember that picnic, she compared almost everything with her Bandar Tun Razak)

So Rahah darling, this is not flowers from Petaling Street. It's from Kundasang freaking Sabah. Woot wooot!

of pink and red roses

What was meant to be a joke, and then a challenge, gah.. surprise me, surprise me

I is Izzah, R is Rahah and A is gorgeous goddess

And oh yes, she got me a cat too, of wood. I'll get the photo posted later




ps: I would have wanted to write something controversial (again) to introduce Izzah's blog, but the trauma I had to suffer from the previous one (Subhi's) still lingers within my not so much of a thinking space.

pps: If you're a major fan of Ayumi Hamasaki (I'm not sure if I got this right), you're speaking the language of Izzah. And J-rock too. Gackt (how do you spell it, really). Er.. yeah :D

171st entry: An open letter to hot joker

I hate it when you gave me that "raised eyebrow" emoticon. I can raise my eyebrow too. In fact both! Can you?

This is a challenge hot one, step up to the plate and we'll see who can arch the brow the most.

Thank you.



ps: If you're planning to go to Pasar Siti Khadijah, can I tag along? I miss the cendol.

170th entry: Guten Tag!

That is "hello" in Germany. One of my many ananymous readers, and she is from Germany.

(I would like to think this person as a she although the chances that it might be a he is high but because I'm a feminist so I don't care heee)

She's been here a couple of times before, together with Russia flag

(that I instantly jumped into conclusion that it might be Lah's friend but no it's not Lah's friend and he asked of those from Wellington, New Zealand and I told him my friends from Wellington has long return home and in the end I was curious that if it wasn't one of his friends, than who was it? And you Miss Christchurch, don't think I'd miss you and uncle Daud the States, hello and from Singapore and Indonesia and Japan and Taiwan and Mexico wow wow wow and from UK yes I think you are Lah's friend hi I'm his gorgeous sister shall we get to know each other over tea and scones? splendid and of course Australia the hot joker and his band which I addressed as the joker league including you Uchicha but you are Korean right? Right..)

While others bookmarked me (cis cis cis.. but thanks, really :D) this German friend, googled me.

She wrote:

La cucaracha belafonte

And I thought.. that is soooo cute! He must have, eh.. SHE must have found me when I posted a video of Harry Belafonte singing his famous banana boat song with the Muppet's few months back (105th entry) and 'la cucaracha' is my photo collection at flickr! Gee, somebody remembers my brand!!! Aiyayayaya (this is me, excited)

La cucaracha belafonte

It's very nice of you to track my blog that way. You made me go bwarghahaha (this is me laughing)

(yes the sound of me laughing is very ugly)

Thanks for dropping by. I wish to see a lot of German's flag in the future (no, no.. I'm not forcing you to read me. But it would be nice if I can brag off a little bit)

(Yes I brag a lot)

(Er, I'm kidding)

(Seriously, I'm a nice person. Warm at heart)

No, this photo was not taken in German

Okay, have a nice day ahead. Till then, cheerio


ps: I am sooo international! Hahahaha

169th entry: Cookie, anyone?

He was exhausted and I didn't care. "Come on! I'm gonna put this on my blog!"
I'm such a loving sister, no doubt about that

So this is my youngest brother, Kamal Iqlaas Ismail, minutes after he arrived home. When he first landed at KLIA, I was at Sungai Besi having lunch with my other brother.

My other brother (my hand's on his shoulder)
with Zafiq in red and Zamir at the back
and I looked damn ugly. Cis (shouldn't smile that wide)

And as promised, Lah brought home cookies for his super drop dead gorgeous sister. Chocolate cookies. And they are all mine!

Bwarghahahahahahahahaha

"Me want cookie!", "Me eat cookie!", and "Awwww Nom nom nom" (said through a mouthful of food)

Credit to Zulhilmi for a good impersonation of cookie monster. I can't stop laughing when I read his comment.

So, cookie anyone?

Hm?


Cannot!!!

Bwarghahahahahahahahahahahaha



ps: An entry a day, keeps an aqmaal away from searching a part time job

168th entry: Correction

Am I that ugly that I couldn't score a decent partner?

This is seriously not necessary, really. But I think there is a need to clear things up after all the confusion.

Friends and readers,

I don't and have never been in any relationship with anybody husband!!

You OUGHT to read the entry till the end. Gah, was it too long that it's hard to scroll down and click at the provided link.. Sheesh!

I don't have any problem with the ones who really read (they were those who made me went bwarghahahaha)

But I have problem with those that read halfway and then buzzed me at ym, inquiring "he must be an awesome person for you to fall for him"

(What?! What?! What?!)

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

See, the surprise element were already half erased.. So I replied with "please read everything"

Only then they responded with the big O.

O, is not enough to make me go bwarghahahaha okay.

Anyway, the previous entry was meant to give a small portion of publicity to my friend's newly created blog. A die hard fan of Manchester United who is clearly happy with Owen's move to the club. Although it was a mix feelings actually, because Owen is prone to injuries, but it's better to have Owen that not to have Owen.

For Liverpool's, Owen is the ultimate traitor to their club.

Whatever, it's not that I really follow football.

(Aizat told me Owen is fragile, otherwise I wouldn't know hehehehehe)
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I've done this sort of publicity once, remember Hanna's virginity? (147th entry) Yeah, so this one-- do you expect me to write about Subhi's virginity?

You guys are just plain mental.



So before I end:

I don't and have never been in a relationship with somebody or anybody husband.

(and the fact that I'm partially retarded and cuckoo, it doesn't help the fact that I was just messing up with their head. For all that's worth, it might be true)



You guys are no fun.

Bluerghhhh (borrow this from Uchicha)


ps: I have enough single guys and gals running around waiting for me to say "BE MINE" hoh