.happy happy.

(ibah wanted to post this one up yesterday but was too grumpy to do it.)

First of all, before I start to rant on other facet of my boring life, I would like to shout out a very happy birthday to my dearest Muzzafar!! On this date, my dude has hit the number twenty four, an age when Steve Vai just moved to California to record his first album. (Muzzy is a great fan of Vai).

May you become a millionaire like you always want to and buy me a DSLR, a ColorSplash and a jeep, as promised.

Thanks for lending your ears when I pour out my silly worries, awkward tears and childish judgments.
Thanks for driving me here and there.
Thanks for teman-ing me on boring days.

I hope you don’t change.

Don’t change okay? Don’t become arrogant or bigheaded. These features don’t quite guarantee you could get laid.

And I hope you like the own-made shirt. You should be thankful I didn’t stick the word ‘bed me’ on it.
Love ya!

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Now here comes the boring part. I just got back from a talk by Janet Lee, and am skipping lunch to blog. Wish Henry had cancelled the evening class but there’s submission to do, so here I am in the lab, blogging myself away. Am quite hungry actually, should’ve followed Melanie for lunch. *tsk*

Told Zatyl theother day that I felt like a nomad. She was horrified to see me carrying heavy bags around yesterday while we did our last minute present hunting (she saw me with the bags since Monday). And Zatyl isn’t the only one whose eyes go huge upon seeing me carrying a big black bag-pack on my shoulder and lots of plastic shopping bags in both hands. Gee. Psycho. What can I say? I’ve been living like this my whole life. And for me, forgetting to bring a spare of baby-tee and toothbrush in my handbag (yes, you heard it right, handbag) is a big sin. I’ve been spending the nights over at my brother’s house in Kota Cheras, my sister’s house in Alam Damai, Sg Buloh at Nurul’s and this schedule keep rotating. I might travel to Nilai-Cyberjaya next week as I’m thinking of plonk-ing my ass at my second brother’s house. And I believe that my mom won’t be surprised to see me at her door tomorrow morning, in Muar.

Yesterday, hang out at Zatyl’s room in Uniten. I love her window. Apart from admiring clouds and sunsets, I have an obsession with windows too. Always found myself chanting ‘the lights that shines through the window and glows on my skin’ whenever I see one. It’s like shoes and handbags to girls, the same goes with Ibah with her clouds and windows. And sunsets.

I had a good time with her gossiping and taking photos. Met Ruhil and Ana, her friends. Lovely people. ^-^ Ooh and the surprise party for Muzzy turned out great! He was...surprised! For sure! Though it's just a small celebration with only the four of us: Haris, Zatyl, me and Muzzy himself but it was fun. Zatyl and Haris came up with an idea of giving him a cupcake where Haris stick a sparkling candle on it.

I want to blog some more, but think it would be better if I stop here. Got a work to catch up with!


Living my life pathetically happy.
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