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It's a wednesday afternoon and i just woke up. Am working the B shift this entire week except weekends, which means i start at 3m everyday and end at 11pm. So it's kinda tiring for me i don't know why.





About two days ago marks the 2nd year death anniversary of Arwah Mohamed Zahid B Wahid, my school girl love. My first ever love. Wouldn't say it was a crush cos had he still been alive, i'd probably be digging him still.





I miss him and last night, i actually had a dream about him. In the dream, he told me that he's doing fine up there and was wondering if i remember him every now and then..





You see, he and i (when he was alive) never did really talk or hang out. But even though our contact was minimal, when he's passed on, i still remember him on certain dates example 6th Feb (His birthday day) 15th Feb 2001 (The day i gave him chocolates for valentines and told him i thought he was cute. sheesh. how brave for a 13 yr old uh), and of course, the 30th of July, his death anniversary.





It's so difficult to register the fact that Zahid's gone, even though it's been 2 years.





Arwah Zahid B Wahid, peace be upon you and may you rest in peace. Amin.





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On the contrary,


I have minimal libido these days. Optimus hasn't been performing well. And so i'm being super single again.


Mind you, super single eh. Wowness.





So work has been zapping up almost all my time..and i love my job. I get to watch movies on our flatscreen in our PABX room when there's no influx of calls or all paperwork's done. Syiok kan.


And TV means channels like AXN,Star Movies,and E!Channel. The kinda shit (minus AXN) i don't get at home so yeah.





Anyways,


parents and sisters are off to Genting Highlands next week come the looong National Day holidays. That spells home-alone for me for 5 straight days but ah fuck i'll be working so yeah. Besides, i think i need to break away from my family. Haha.





Ok now let me leave you with some pics of Mira at work.

Mira at her desk, prepped for a pic.

Thank you for calling the Fullerton Hotel Singapore,

Operator Mira speaking how may i assist you?

OFF TO WORK NOW. TOODLES!

My story as told by AOM.


10 years ago, a little girl of 9 was relishing her new present sprawled across the carpet. Her mind travelled the wonders of each continents as her young fingers scanned the plastic sheet; a colourful illustration of the map of the world. Slowly, she traced back to the African continent, where she heard that babies grew to the age of three, only to die of various diseases, having consumed no food after breast-milk. There where she have seen pictures of disproportionately shaped children suffering from kwashiokor. There, well-fed and safely within the four walls of her bedroom, with the kind of fervent certainty only children can achieve, she vowed to put in all her efforts to help the African society, to dedicate her future in alleviating the poverty and malnourishment of the African children. Right there and then, she had her life-goals laid in front of her.





8 years later, slightly intoxicated by the alcohol consumed after one of the frequently attended parties at a local club, her friends sat around at a coffeeshop and started a random topic, as usually happens under the influence. This one was about childhood ambitions. A science undergraduate mentioned his dreams of being a police officer. A technician told of how he had always wanted to be a lawyer. A school dropout laughed at his ingenuously juvenile dreams of becoming president. The now-teenage girl kept her forgotten moral dreams to herself.



Like dreams to dust.



Horrrr

I am high on life, seriously. The new haircut is a real breather and a level up in confidence.
I love my hair, though im in a hijab and it has its days of being curly bastard..but i really do love what i can do with it.

It's like a boyfriend but a loyal one. Fucked up yet nice, curly yet sexy, has its bad days yet always a part of me. My mane till the very end.

Haha!

I will upload a photo of this latest haircut,soon. *coy smile*

2007 seems to be the year of sporting short hair for me yo. Just four months back in march i chopped off my mane, and i am at it again...but...this time...shorter. muahahaha.


Working at The Fullerton is really an eye-opener to wealth for me. I am surrounded by guests who sleep on money.

My first day at work was awesome. We are housing India's second richest bastard. Mr Srichand Hinduja has asstes worth 63.2 BILLION POUNDS. That's about 180 billion sing dollars. Baaaahstard. He's 70 and a strict vegetarian, a point to be noted by ALL service staff of the Fullerton. And if you're wondering what he's dealing with...well, he deals with selling arms and artillery. How cool.

Ok caaan, i feel so poor.

Girlfriends calling for a Girlfriend Night. Sounds like funnn. This is the best way to pull of my first day of work. How rewarding..

Ai Senoritas. Mi off to partimos!

Toodles.

Picture this...

Quilt on the floor, room cold at twenty degrees. Aircon can be anal, too cold sometimes. Snuggled up under my sheets, laptop on the lap. Blogging, friendster-bulletining,friendster-commenting. Pack of cigarettes by my side with some warm milo to keep my intestines at body temperature. Accompanied by some super singlehood songs (Frankie J and sultry RnB = single life). Oh and Tamally Maak (Amr Diab) could spell singlehood too.

I'm feeling super single lah!!!

Not frowning upon those who are happily attached/married with eny though.

But balls, i didn't know being single was this refreshing. I'm getting used to this. I like.

And for your genuine info, the ex-bf from hell called today. His usual "hey im back into your life i hope you're doing fine" antics and hidden intentions were brushed off as soon as he acknowledged me. Funny, you're just like the other guys i swept away like left-overs on a kopitiam table.


I'm embracing this....i am....and i am in GLEE.


I'M SO SINGLE!!!

This isn't meant to offend anyone in particular, really. Nor am i being racist.

But chinese men really have no manners. They are far from being gentleman, and are so super kiasu, especially when they're aging.

They're mean and selfish. I am saying this because of my experience in the bus on a Monday evening (about five hours ago).

Die-die want to board the bus first, dunno how to give way to proper-looking ladies like me. Die-die want to sit down in train/bus so their backsides won't hurt. If they don't get to sit while commuting, their ass would probably burst and rip apart or something.

And they don't even say 'excuse me'! How idiotic can these men be huh sometimes. The indians and the malay men aren't that bad you know. Nor are the eurasian, arab, or ang moh men.
I'm talking about forty-plus year old chinese men who don't give a damn to manners. PIGS.

On a happier note,
I am not jobless anymore. Weeks of interviews and waiting came to an end with a simple meet with Tanya, Souher's new friend aka my new friend too. =)All that energy and time spent hunting down jobs could probably win me a noble prize. The energy was like as if i was on pilgrimage or something.And if i was paid for every interview i went to, i could probably buy myself a new laptop now. CB.

So yes, negativity aside, I am with the Fullerton Hotel now, and this is finallll. If all goes well, i'd even be starting school come this January.
*gasps*

Balls, January is like only five months away!
See how time flies? It doesn't wait for you sia. Bitch.
And i made a new discovery about myself this morning - cigarettes on an empty stomach of mine fucks me up baaad.

I gots to go now.
Gooznait.

Mothers on sunday evenings, sigh. So what am i supposed to do for the rest of the day now? I have a thosai date with Shazia later on the night at central.

And i...am in a tough spot with Starbucks. Saf, believe it or not, i might not be working there. Haha. i have my reasons la. And i'm actually grateful that a second better offer was chanced upon.

We shall see how next week goes yeah?

Take care people.

I have been watching quite a number of movies lately. For you movie junkies out there, it would probably be your daily dose.

But for a person like me, who's quarter of a half of a potato couch much less a movie junkie, the amount of productions i've been watching since a good month or so has been quite an amazing achievement.

Let me try and recall those movies and attempt on reviewing them, according to chronological order.

1) 911 - stars Nicolas Cage. Four stars for it's plot and five stars for it's cinematography. Based on the real-life events of September Eleven, the story was about a few good american men who survived being buried alive under the Ground Zero rubbel for days. True test of human spirit and emotional faith.


2) Wild Hogs - Stars John Travolta and company. Funny kickass movie. Stupid storyline but eccentric gay humor. WRONG MOVIE TO WATCH WHILE ON THE PLANE ON MY WAY TO JEDDAH.

3) I Think I Love My Wife - Stars the God of crude black-american humor, Chris Rock. About how an ordinary black married american with a perfect life fights temptations of infedility. Hilarious yet riveting ; if you understand the underlying message in the movie. Well, i did.

4) Little Man - nothing substantial at all just that probably, that Wyane guy looks hottt as a midget. A movie for the bujangs.

5) The Holiday - Stars Jude Law (my sex slave i keep in my wardrobe), Cameron Diaz, Jack Black and Kate Winslet. Best movie i've watched so far. Touching, hilarious and very very relatable all at the same time. =)

6) Fantastic Four - Jessica Alba etc.. ok lah. thumbs up for visual effects and all that. But the coolest thing about the movie was the American Muscle (Dodge engine) flying vehicle Mr Fantastic invented that could sit all Fantastics and split into three in times of crisis, and Human Torch's Dolce&Gabbana's suit he wore for the wedding.

7) Transformers - Stars Optimus Prime, Megatron and the other Autobot comrades and Decepticons. Five stars, ten upon ten for visual effects and making my jaw drop during almost all the show and how at-the-edge-of-the-seat i was watching it. Plus point was that scene when Josh Duhamel ( Captain Lennox of the U.S. Army ) had to make an important emergency call to the US Sec Def after all radio lines were down. Scene was supposedly in Qatar and call was made by a Qatari cellphone. Call was also made during a fierce exchange of arsenal between the Captain and the irritating Scorpion robot, and he was asked for his credit card number amidst the battle for payment of the international call.

WHAT THE FUCK, i know.

So yeah. That's 7 movies in a span of one month. Not bad ah Mira. For me, that's quite a number ya know. Minus all the Hindi movies i watch daily lah.. Hollywood's been pretty nice to me.

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My wednesday was good. Ended up with a chillout session with the people from AMK. Fel, Adibah, Yunus (pronounced Yoonoooooos) and Imran made my day. Sent Isha (Imran's current flame of the forest super good catch who has my dream figure, damn you gurrrl!!!) off at the airport and met her for the first time. Though the introduction was short due to time constrains, i must say...she's suweeet.

Niiiice girl, niiiice girl.

Niiiice body too. Im, sorry but if you're in love with her, then i'm in love with her body.

Ok so Yunus invited us for his sister's wedding come this August, and i've been cordially invited to The Guy's Night the night before the wedding to join the guys in their project called "Cow Eat Grass".

This is codeword for whoever who'd understand.

*coy smile*

And now i am sleepy and tired an in need of some bread and nutella.



Gooznait,world.

My new love.








I have a new-found love.





I have a new-found reason for a good libido on monday mornings and sunday nights.





I have a new-found craze for machines.





I am officially, as of this moment, maaadly in love with Optimus Prime.





I can still here your voice in my head, Prime. I still envision your built. I am so intrigued by the movie i watched just now where you were the leader of the Autobots and how your selfless nature saved Mankind.





I am in love with you,Prime. I am in love with your machinery, your character and your overall dominant presence.





You are the sexiest breathing machine i've ever laid my eyes on and you will always be ultimate.





God if you're listening to this insane message, please grant me one wish - for me to meet Optimus Prime in person. I'm not kidding, don't laugh. I seriously am in love with him. I want to meet a man who's exactly like him - a clean-cut handsome face with chiselled features and a gorgeous built, accompanied with a super sexy command-screaming voice,topped off with a big heart.





Thanks.

Optimus Prime - sexiest piece of metal.

ps: Thank you Micheal Bay, for a wonderful production.

Let me tell you a story or two about sacrifice.

WHEN FRIENDS SACRIFICE

Had a recent phone conversation with my darling Safrina, and she and i reminisced about a time when i sacrificed my time for her.

Funny, it was one of the usual things we did ; talk on the phone for hours on end. Apparently, we talked on an evening i was supposed to work. I supposedly started at 6 pm that day, but i didn't turn up for work cos i enjoyed her company on the phone so much, i was willing to sacrifice $30 of my pay for her.

Yeah, the things we crazy beings do.

Then there are times when we have our late night philosophical (oh me and Saf can get super philosophical. We could probably win Emmys ) phone conversations and ended up talking till about 3 am or so.

Safrina turned up for work the next day, dead beat sleepy due to lack of sleep.

Aaaah... the wonders of sacrifice.


WHEN FAMILY SACRIFICE

I walked into my sisters' room just about ten minutes ago, and saw PQ, my youngest sister, sleeping on the floor.

See, my house is under renovation for the next 2 weeks or so and my room is vacant cos it's a makeshift store room to store in all the furniture for now. So i have to bunk in with the sisters on their two adjoined single beds for the next 13 nights.

Seeing my sister on the floor, i woke her up and questioned her being on the floor. The answer i received from a half-sleeping PQ made my heart fuzzy.

"So that you'll have more space on the bed."

She willingly gave up her comfy side of the bed so that i'd have more space to sleep.

How sweet could a sister be?


So now you see...when the ones you love sacrifice for you, it makes you think that anything in the world for them isn't impossible.

You'd do anything just to see that smile on their face.

And this episode, my lovelies, have given me another reason to hold my head up high in tough times.
Another reason to live, another reason to believe.


Alright, i'm sleepy now. There's nothing much to say apart from the usual dull-sunday activity i indulge myself in. You wouldn't wanna know now do you? i mean seriously.

Oh but wait! I did something fantastic today. I actually ironed two-thirds of the overdue laundry today. I ironed clothes! A good pat on the back for myself, cos i swear i never thought ironing would be so much fun, especially after seeing the empty laundry baskets you've worked hard on.

Come tmr, is a brand new week, a brand new day.

Life live to the fullest k! Enjoy your mondays!

Hello all.

My absence or lack of updating has got nothing to do with a busy schedule. If it's anything, it's the lack of drive or "topics" to blog.

But since the past 72 hours or so, i've been seeing some activity. In my life, and in many other's.
Ok, am trying to get a full song on imeem but ended up getting a super beng kiah techno remix. Sembarang lah.

Alrite, back to basics.

I shall just dismember this post into several categories, so it'll be easier for my brain to function and hence,attempt to blog.

TODAY

Imran had an insight on how indian i could be. Rare sightings of me enjoying my masal thosai. Headed down to Selegie Rd to pay someone or rather, some place a visit. Afterwhich, i had my traditional south indian late lunch at some coffeeshop under the tekka market. It's famous lah, just that i don't know the name of that God-forsaken place. Spare me.

Masala thosai with hot milo is orgasmic. See that word spelt out in bold?? It's that orgasmic. Ok now try imagining me explaining to you how orgasmic it is just cos the word's in bold.

Late lunch aside, i needed to down myself with some traditional indian sweets. Try the ghulab jamun for a week and you'll end up diagnosed with diabetes the following monday,no joke. It was hell of a tasteful treat (at 80 fucken cents per piece, how cheap could good things be?), and it'll go straaaaiiiiggghhhhtttt to the ass,thanks.

Outing was only half a day, then headed home by evening. The other fruitful thing i did today besides visiting Little India and Mustafa Centre and going crazy at how amazing cheap indians are, was watching "Six Days Seven Nights" on tv at about 10pm.

Was a niiiice movie, niiiice one.

Sorry for this sidetrack, but i think Cesaria Evora's (Pronounced as See-Zay-Ria) rendition of Besame Mucho is amazing. Better than all the club remixes i tried listening to while blogging. Doesn't work on me.

.... And so, the day ends with me, here, on my ass in my comfortable room after a nice cool shower, typing all this shit out.


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WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON AND WHAT I THINK OF IT.

See? the part "what i think of it" is in bold cos that's just about what i'm going to lay out.

I know, i know. it's none of my bloody business to poke my nose through this shit but hey, can't a girl have her opinions too?

Apparently, there's this blog-war of some sort going on between two people i know. Thing is, it's actually trivial stuff. Just that someone instigated the other, so wham! he gets it across his face like a tight slap. Sorry Imran, if all that talk about your opinions on this matter brought you nothing from me but silence and a mere "Ala buat bodoh je lah Im...yang sudah tu sudah...", but this is what i really really think.

Not that you need it anyway.

But yeah.

We girls are pretty sensitive when it comes to these kinda stuff. Like i said, reason why there was a fierce (ok somehow) exchange of opinions was cos she prolly felt that you better put a stop to it. Yeah, it's your blog and all.. you write what you want and all that bullshit but dude, people read your blog. Ok, atleast i do. And i was actually amazed at how you could pen down such a poetic movement that set the trail ablaze. I know it was a chunk of lyrics you drafted out on your own. But dude, they were deep. And ( this is what i think ) you can't completely say it wasn't directed at her when you've included things like "4 years of smiles and tears" and "hot chocolate to cold green tea" when you know that's her. Dude, i'm sorry but yeah. That's us females for you.

And so..you posted a pic of you guys back then in ice age. For you, it's a simple "So,what?". But dude... you DEFINITELY sent out a wrong signal.

So a wrong signal sent, was a ferocious reaction received.

And you can't blame her for reacting in that manner. I mean, i would too. Who in the bluest hell would wanna post a pic of me, differentiating the glow in my face over the years if, he (or a sick she) still hadn't a care in the world for me?

Flattering, but dude, it's over.

Then there's the after math of the war, where anonymous people who take pride in their privacy come in and share an opinion or two, thinking it's even needed.
Ok, i thank you for being generous and all...but please...don't pull me into this.

GET THIS,WORLD : I AM NOT IMRAN'S GIRLFRIEND.

sheeesh for the love of God.

I am his friend, his buddy. Atleast for now till he gets hitched. Probably soon? *looks at Adibah*

Ok, so after all this.. i'm not tryna defame you, boy. I'm just reminding you that girls will always be girls, whatever you say or blog. And it's best if you don't mention about her (much less post her picture) anymore on flooredflatout even though it's your blog. A mark of respect, shall we? Now we know she's happy and moved on...just be happy for her. Don't need to mention about her, cos that'll only spell trouble.

SO GET YOUR HEAVY BLACK ASS UP AND START GETTING A JOB SO YOU COULD START TREATING A LADY RIGHT.

DON'T BE LAZY UH.


SIDETRACK : VERBAL OUTBURST IN SHOCKING MARKET MALAY LANGUAGE.

Jangan nanti kau naik lemak..buat tu bidadari tunggu macam buah tak jatuh..take for granted she'll always be under the same impression yg kau ni mcm pakai bomoh kat die..which for your genuine info,tak dapat ah Imran pakai bomoh.

Kau lambat, pompan pun jalan.

Time lambat lah pompan nak tunggukan jantan maju, tul tak pompans of the world unite???
Kalau gitu macam criter nyer, nak kene tunggukan jantan kite maju, jantan yg tak nampak berhasil, mampos lah aku berkeladak. Tak dapat ah pompan zaman skarang setia and sanggup or maha penyabar nak tunggukan jantan tu maju, harap2 berhasil satu hari.

Tu satu hari mcm tak tiba2, kalau tu jantan tak bawak balek modal. Sorrie ah bro, kau akan tertinggal. Pasal ape, pompan zaman skarang seme ekspektasi mereka tinggi dok. Pasal kan, nanti kalau dah dewasa kelak kau pikir kite seme nak duk rumah lipat kain baju?? ehhh tak dapat ah. Sorrie time lambat nak dapat bini duk rumah lipat baju beresin hal rumahtangga. Kite seme dah maju dok, pompans of the world seme dah pandai pakai computer...dah pandai carik duit sendiri.

You no untung, i no kangkang. Haha! Sorry eh, Mira jadi lurid and crude siket. Siket jer, tahan jer lah kedi.

You talk no action, i no staying.

You think i love your face, eh sorry ah, you no money also you tak laku mane2 jgn ckp desker rd.

You think you hensem? you think you rich? ok mari sini i love you long time. but if you feeling2 only then sorry lah bawa ketiak mama ah kau pegi.

Jantan feeling2 dah takde tempat lagi eh dlm masyarakat ini where women are determined to outsmart the penises. Jantan2 pasrah nye turn pulak duk rumah gosok baju, tumbok sambal.

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Real sorry for that segment, just thought i needed to let out some opinions. Wasn't directed at any penis in particular though, was just being generic. Super generic in fact. Was trying to tell Imran something, ended up being all opinionated on how men should be these days.

These days, the men don't get it.

Ok, back to basics, again.


LOVE LIFE

It's amazing how single i've been. It's amazing how relentlessly unbothered i am towards the opposite sex.

There's nothing much to say where dating's concerned, haven't gotten any since i came back from Umrah. Neither complaining, nor asking for any.

Adam though, is in London faaaar away from me. Thaaanks ah i needed him to be thaaat far.
But hey, as much as i try to forget or in some cases accidentally do, i just can't block out what he and i had back then in June. It was something. No, it was alot of things actually. Haha. More so, it was fun.

I remember Capiche, i still remember. I remember how the events of that saturday night went and how i felt throughout the entire night. The memories are still fresh,yay.


LOUSY CONCLUSION TO THE POST

There you have it, one of the longest post thus far. I really enjoy side-tracking. Brings out the most opinionated side of me. Fuck, i've been blogging for an hour? Madness. I better get some sleep. Tmr's sunday and it's the laziest day for me. Balls, can't even remember what i did one sunday ago.

Ok so sorry if i've offended anyone in this post. Didn't mean to yeah.

Gooznait now.







How do i do this?

I will never switch you off. Never.

Jamal's family at Telok Bahang ( Batu Ferringhi ) ; kampong cousins.

Sunset at Telok Bahang.

Sunrise at Telok Bahang. (View from family chalet - heaven)

Birthday dinner with the familia at Pizza Hut, Prangin Mall (Penang Town)

Pizza Huuuut...

Yours Truly, Mira.

Happy Birthday to meeee... baby ganyot makan kek *burp*

This year marks simplicity - and a dream come true - birthday cake was a strawberry cheesecake Dad got for me. He walked miles and miles from where we were staying in the middle of the night just to get me this - without my knowledge of course - cake was the works.

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In my own bubble

This is not my time yet, to die. I have for myself, a life ahead. From the first peel of my upper lids to my last waking moment ; i am constantly at thought.

Many smoked sticks, yet my mind still wanders. Thoughts are cloudy ; colours not in resolution as yet. There are still, things i need to hold on to physically.

The world - spins with or without me. But i belong in it. Time passes by even before i could speak another word. My human mind races another thought, another idea, another memory.

Before i know it, it's sunrise again. Just to greet another sunset - another end to a tiring day flushed with gratitude.

But we humans... What do we know about gratitude? Are we always,grateful? Lies..stop lying. Stop lying to oneself.

Lying,everyday of your life.

Faith.

Fuels me. Keeps me going. A man in hope is not a man who runs away from something ; but runs towards it.

Faith.

A swell in your chest when in abundance. Touches you deep and stretches your substance.
In God i have, but in myself...it seems distant. Fight. i fight, everyday of my life to survive yet my biggest enemy is within.

Contradictions.

Meaning something else when what's said was straight forward. There's always two sides of the coin. I'm simple yet complicating. I'm just human.

But,

no ordinary human.
a growing up human.
a female human.
a living,breathing human.
punch me, i'll bleed.

question in my mind - am i in poetry? is my poetry in movement right now?

answer is - no.

i'm being deep. deep in thought. this might confuse you, if you're not deep in thought. but stop, close thy eyes and sense this ; this depth.

do you have it?

i am human.
just like you.
i have a life.
just like yours.
i sleep and i wake up.
i survive every gruelling day though i do not break a sweat.
i think.
i breathe.
i'll die.

But this isn't my time to die, not as yet. Not my time to feel broken.

Thinking makes me feel enervated. But being forbearing is circumvening. To a susbtantial degree, it heals.

So stop, stop thinking. Stop thinking about it. About this mysterious post and the reason behind it. Let it linger.

Savour the after taste of pain.

Hey balls,

I'm back. Just got home, minutes after midnight on tuesday. It was a trip worth every moment, an unforgettable experience. Thank you dearest family for making it a worthwhile and memoriable one.

Will update pics soon, girl wonder needs to rest and recuperate for an awesomelicious tuesday ahead.

I am back with a bang, and i can't wait for what life has to offer me through these remaining months of the year.

Like all other years, once my birthday has passed, the months just come rolling by...no joke. It has become somewhat a mark on the annual time frame for me,having a birthdate that's exactly in the middle of the year.

So let's start rolling,shall we?

Off to dreamland now. Tootles.

What gets me going,gets me talking. What He brings me to, He brings me through.

Twenty
elegantly bolder&badder
INSANE.
fake and dismissive

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