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:: CATWOMAN ::
:: TREASURED MEMORIES ::
.June 2005.
.July 2005.
.August 2005.
.September 2005.
.October 2005.
.November 2005.
.December 2005.
.January 2006.
.February 2006.
.March 2006.
.April 2006.
.May 2006.
.June 2006.
Tuition has been postponed to tomorrow. So tomorrow I have to make my way all the way to Pasir Ris and teach the Primary 6 girl English and Science. From 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm. Good luck to me.
Hurhur.
I already find 1 hour 30 minutes tutoring taxing simply because most kids find it hard to concentrate after the 1st hour is gone. Then I will have to be very patient and not lose my temper for the next 30 minutes each time they start scribbling something else on their assessement books or start looking out the window because apparently the carpark is more exciting to look at than this beautiful face of mine!
Hurhur.
I will probably reach home at 10 pm tomorrow night. Taking the train will be much faster though. I can reach home in 45 mins max but I totally hate taking the train! I prefer the good old fashioned long bus rides that enables me to look at the buildings going past me or watch TV Mobile (seeing how I only get 1 to 2 hours of TV time nowadays) or even catch up on my sleep.
*drool*
*drool*
*drool*
Like back in my Cedar days when I would just get so exhausted after school ended and I would never fail to sleep on the bus ride home and end up drooling on my tie! Another thing that none of you know is...
I never wash my tie back in Cedar. Heck. My mom didn't even make me wash them. Not even once. So there you go.
Another confession. I only washed my socks once a week back in Cedar. Hurhur. Hey! What was I supposed to do when I was the only child with both working parents and my late great-grandmother suffered from a stroke so she couldn't take care of me? I was left to fend for myself. Be independent like learning how to cook the rice and all those other dishes.
Independent I was but when it came to washing my socks and school tie, I was such a lazy bum. By the time the big, fat, chubby, sweaty, oily-faced and dark me (Ansari said after he's done with NS, he will regain his fair skin and I will be a Tempeh Bakar next to him - baaaahhh!!) reached home, I only wanted to eat and watch the tv and get my homework done and ate some more.
Now that I have said all that, I think I have just reduced whatever brownie points with future suitors who wish to marry me. Hurhur.
Nora, jangan bilang your mom atau your bro about whatever I just confessed on my blog tau. Turun saham aku. Turun harga. Janji I will wash my own socks now. Janji! Amik la pisau and belah my dada. Padahal sekarang dah tak pakai stokin lagi! Hurhur.
I realize that once more, I have digressed from my intended topic of blogging today. This is geting bad. I certainly need to kick this bad habit of mine. It is seriously costing me a few marks on my essays. My tutors will always have to strike out the irrelevant points. You will see all these red lines across some of my paragraphs. Not a pretty sight.
I wanted to say, seeing that I had no tuition and no class today, I went through my archives for the month of March. If you have missed out on any of my previous entries, kindly click on the archive for the month of March to read them and if you do feel like leaving a comment on any of the past entries, go ahead and do so as I will certainly reply your comments.
Other than the obvious cam-whoring on my part (I simply love my digicam too much so I bring it with me everywhere I go), March has certainly been taxing on me. Definitely.
Not many of you know about what has happened in my personal life. I think so far, only 4 of you know. You should know who you all are. Hawnered or not?? Hahaha. Come on mann. Admit that 4 of you are hawnered mann. You get to know about what went on in this Catwoman's life!!
Gawd. I'm so full of myself.
I am indeed thankful to be surrounded with so many lovely people in my life. Be it very closed ones or not, they certainly have, at one point or other, crossed my path and left a mark there. Lovely, wonderful memories.
The memory is such a wonderful treasure chest...
And I have to say this...
During the month of March, Ansari and me definitely got closer. Much much closer. Not to say we haven't been close all this while but due to certain turn of events for the past few months, March definitely marked THE month that we finally brought our relationship to the next level.
Of course my friends have always been there for me all this while. Even before Ansari came along. What I am trying to say is, despite him entering my life roughly only about a year ago as a friend, he certainly has managed to carve a special place for himself in my heart.
It is not easy for me to like someone, what more fall in love with someone. Definitely not easy for me. I do not have a heart of stone but I certainly build up my defences well.
Then, 3 months into our friendship, we took things to the next level and became an item. Admittedly, 3 months was too short a time to venture into a relationship (all the more since Lulu and Toonie are his cousins) but deep inside me, I felt so confident of things that I brought down my defences and allowed him deeper into my life.
For the first time in my life, I finally knew what I wanted and I wanted it so badly.
It was just instant attraction right from the start. Everything has to start from friendship but I have to say even while we were only friends, the chemistry was there.
So here we are, 9 months later, still going strong. Still in the process of getting to know each other (and misunderstanding each other at times) but stronger than ever. Everyone learn from experiences right?
It has been a tough 9 months. Emotionally, physically and mentally. That explains my drastic weight loss and my constant crying back then. And for the entire 9 months, Ansari has been there for me. He didn't know what was exactly wrong as I did not tell him but he was there, tolerating my mood swings.
Even when he was tired every week after booking out and all I did was to whine away and get upset over tiny things, not once has he raised his voice at me.
We did have our arguments, our difficulties. We were and still are a relatively new couple and we had and still do have problems understanding each other at times. Him not being able to understand why I needed constant attention and why I was so very manja (that's the trait of an only child you belo!) and me not understanding how he can be so calm over every single thing.
It was like:
"Ansari are you listening to me?"
"Ansari you faham tak whatever I just said?"
"Ansari you tahu tak what you are supposed to do?"
"Ansari are you ok with things or are you mad at me?"
"Ansari betol you don't mind?"
There were times when he was mean to me and his words hurt, but not once did he ever raise his voice at me. Never ever. He just has this knack of talking so calmly that sometimes I simply couldn't stay mad at him for long.
For the past month or so, some things took a turn for the worse and I finally told him every single thing. He listened. He took my hands. He talked to me and he helped me a great deal. He has just been so wonderful that I feel truly blessed.
We did so many things together in March. Arnold's. Brokeback Mountain. Soccer. Underworld Evolution. Milkshakes on every outing. Daily breakfast. Shopping. Sentosa. Dinner after dinner. Walked from East Coast all the way to Katong Park. Met Yani. Hung out at the playground almost every other day. Walked in the rain. Walked barefooted. The wonderful, heartwarming conversations. Sat at Pasir Ris Beach for 6 hours straight till my ass hurt.
He was there for me at the most down-dest (???) period of my life. He stood by me. His care and concern. Most importantly, he loves me for who I really am.
I still get butterflies in my stomach when I meet him on Saturdays after he's booked out and after I'm done with tuition at Along's place - even if it's just taking the train to go back home together. I still get excited each time he smses me. The insides of my stomach experience somersaults each time I hear his voice on the phone. I still get this warm, fluttery feeling each time he reaches out for my hands to hold them.
And I will still get shy each time he calls me his Beautiful Catwoman.
Just the thought of him makes me smile so widely. Even when I'm in public.
Today marks our 9 months together. Ansari is in camp. It does not matter that we haven't been celebrating much of our monthly anniversaries. It certainly does not matter that he is not able to wish me Happy 9 Monthsversary.
As long as I have him, that's all that matters.
Our 1st month... 29th July 2005...
20th August 2005, dinner after Escape Theme Park and he had that humongous chunk of hair on the head!
His 1st bookout after 2 weeks in Tekong, 23rd September 2005
Broke fast together, 15th October 2005
Our 1st raya together, 20th November 2005
My Man in Green... Hurhur...
After he passed out as a recruit from Tekong! 8th December 2005
My Birthday, 15th January 2006
Lulu's birthday dinner on 17th February 2006
And US now...
Sad to say, Neeta and me couldn't get on with what we had planned for weeks. Yes. We had planned it for weeks. Months back I think. From last year but we didn't get around to doing it as it was kind of costly (at least for me) and I was giving it some serious thought. To tell you the truth, I am a bit scared of the pain that I will have to go through, thus the constant delays from my side.
However, earlier on in this month, we got a voucher. It entitled us to 75% discount on the service so, I decided to give it a go. Now, just when I am both mentally and physically prepared to go through it, the lady told us that she would not entertain us unless an appointment has been made.
Baaaaaahhhh!!
How the heck were we supposed to know that?! The voucher didn't state anything. Besides it was stated on the voucher that the place is opened from 10am to 11pm every single day but when we went there, it was close.
What a wasted trip!!
So I'm sorry Azura and Shaikhah. I can't describe to you the experience in today's post. Perhaps one of these days ya??
I met Neeta after school by the way. Seeing that I hadn't eaten anything and Neeta was famished too from her relief stint at MINDS, we decided to grab a bite. Ate at Plaza Singapura. Then she insisted that we walk around as she needed to get a new top for this Saturday's Dinner and Dance cum Bhangra Night.
By the way people, I have decided to wear purple for that night so please for the love of God, I would prefer it if none of you come dressed in the same colour as me. Thank you very very much.
Truthfully, what can you get from Plaza Singapura? I mean Neeta wanted to get a nice, classy top (maklum lah her boyfriend nanti kan nak joget kat stage) but Plaza Singapura is absolutely the wrong place to get one. Should have gone either Bugis or Far East but of course like we all know, Neeta can be such a lazy ass when it comes to travelling.
This was what I wore to school today... With my long black skirt...
Sorry, no picture taken of me and Neeta because that woman was dressed in this red tee that said "My Mom's Boyfriend Rocks" on the front and she was in her aunt's pants that was waaay too short for her. I mean Neeta is like 170cm and her aunt might be my height or something.
So Neeta didn't get her top. In the end, I was the one who left Plaza Singapura with something in hand. I just decided to give myself a treat seeing the stress that I have been going through the past week or so. For once just now, I just felt that I deserved to get something for myself. So I did.
Guess what's inside??
I think the box is a dead giveaway right??
Tadaaah!! 
And it only cost me $19 instead of $52!! It's a steal!! A good buy!!
My new, lovely purple pumps that I'll be wearing this Saturday...
Yes yes. I finally got myself a pair of purple pumps. I actually tried out like 4 other pairs but 36 was too tight and 37 was too big. They didn't have a 36 1/2 but for this particular pair, 37 fitted me just nicely so I decided to buy it. The salesgirl who entertained me had on a similar pair but in brown. It was way nicer ok!! However, brown was out of stock.
I don't care. I am going to the other outlet at Bugis and Far East to see if they have the brown one and I'm so going to get Ansari to buy them for me. I mean... $19!! And one pair of shoes from him is not enough. I'm going to make him buy me a top from Fox. Oh yes I am. When he get's his pay on the 10th that is. Hehe.
When I got home, Ayah was already home. Right now he is mopping the floor and here I am blogging away. Bad bad daughter. Ok ok. I will get on to folding the humongous pile of clothes on the sofa after I have taken my dinner. Wonder what Ayah just cooked...
Can't wait for Saturday!!
We had a small dinner to celebrate Atok's and Along's birthday just now. Heh. Just a small family dinner. Not everyone was there though. Just the usual faces that you always see. If we were to invite every single one, mampos kocek sesiapa yang bayar tu koyak. Teros berlobang sampai bile-bile.
So while waiting for everyone to arrive, the mothers went to this boutique at Jalan Pisang. They browsed through the racks. The poor kids got thirsty so we brought them into Hajjah Maimunah just across the road to buy them drinks. Shaky pics were not taken by me. Taken by the kids.
Nazurah
Wanna play?? Heh
Nadiah: "Ooohhh soya bean so sedap"
Sweet!
Nurul Qisti!!
"Sister Azreen take me again lah pls..."
Nadiah senyum tak lawa!!
Nabilah kenape dudok senget?!
Along with Nazurah
The Pinkos...
Atok with Nazurah love...
Sayang, my aunt and uncle wana meet u tau...
Tengok ape tuuu??
Nazurah took dis
Sweet also
Cik Nor and Uncle Adam
Alah kesian Firdaus penat
The next 2 shots were taken by Nadiah
So after everyone arrived (my parents were the star karats cos janji kul 530pm tapi they came at 630pm!) we made our way to that Lebanese restaurant featured on TGIF months ago. We sat upstairs and of course each of our digicams were put to good use. Nice decor.
Pink pink couch
Ok Baladi's the name of the place
A view of the table
Firdaus dah bangun! I love the purple stool(?)/chair(?)
The kids sat on the brown and black couch at first
Alaaah Firdaus never look at the camera
Again! Again!
Uncle Adam and the kids by the window
"Hehe Im gonna have MEAT"
Then the kids moved and sat on those lovely purple and pink cushions!!
The view from upstairs
My tea with mint
My Beef Shamarama? Shawarama? Sharawa?
The bread and yummy salad (coming from someone who doesn't like veggie)
The mixed platter
Dah kenyang, amik gambar lagik!!
I like Ayah's checkered purple shirt! Pandai Ayah pilih baju for the dinner...
Ehhh macam janji gitu eh sume pakai pink
She was like: "No! Noo!! Havent touch-up!! No! Noo!! I look freaking short!!" See she tip-toed...
Bye everyone!!
One last shot in Uncle Adam's new car
So there you go. I must say the food was not too bad. The servings were within reasonable proportions. Maybe I did not order the righ food. I did like the salad and the bread and what I had though. However, I still prefer Amirah's Grill.
Nothing beats eating there. Every single food on the menu of Amirah's Grill is simpy yummylicious. Super duper delicious. Indescribable. I was a tad disappointed though when they decided to not eat at Amirah's grill. It's so much nicer there and the proportions are bigger. I always leave Amirah's Grill feeling bloated and satisfied. I left Baladi feeling still a bit hungry.
www.amirahsgrill.com
Before I met the family for dinner, I was out with Ansari. Went Beach Road, Sim Lim square to find his tape roller. In the end we didn't find it, so he had to buy something else and improvise it into a tape roller.
"Ehhh u shld be better at this. JC kis dun think like u all Poly kids..."
"Yah I noe. I need to make it roll..."
"Insert a stick..."
"I already have my own stick but it's too big and soft... Hehe..."
"OIII!! Not THAT stick lah! I'm serious. A small, hard stick..."
"Kk I noe... Hehe..."
"But u need to make sure the stick doesn't fall off..."
"Takpe. Nanti I ask my Dad for help..."
So because I was a good girl just now as I followed him everywhere, I asked for a new pair of shoes. So upon entering Bugis Street...
"An... See the banner? They use Mastercard lah..."
"Alamak..."
"U takde eh?"
"Takde ah. Cemane? NETS blh?"
"OK nanti we ask..."
"Alah takkan nak beli buah pun pakai Mastercard??"
"Eh play along with me lah..."
"Heh..."
"OK say it with me now... We are at Bugis!!"
(silence from him)
"B-U-G-I-S"
(silence from him)
"B-U-G-I-S"
"B-U-REST! BREAST!!"
"Gaaaaawwwd"
I was so hyper you know. I had no freaking idea why. Maybe because I finally got to meet Ansari at the very last minute. Only God knows how much I have missed him. As of right now, he has just read my previous blog entry. Bleah.
"Az I nak beli computer game lah... I need new ones. Kat rumah boring..."
"Ehhh... U tak nak main dgn i??"
"Huh??"
"Seeeeee my t-shirt says Wanna Play??"
"Hahaha... Play with u? Or ur breast?"
"Hahaha. Apape lah..."
"Ok since u say so..."
"Tapi u cant play me at ur hse... Oh tak blh... Notti-notti..."
"An i nak the new Triumph T-shirt bra..."
"Yang maner?"
"Yang ni..." (showed him this humongous poster)
"Blh... but will i get to see u in it? Hehe..."
"Me??" (giggles)
"Yes will u wear it for me?"
"For u?" (giggles)
"Yes for me..."
"Hmmm... Yes u will. Now get it for me!"
"Az ure so different today..."
"Like how?"
"So cheerful... so high..."
"Hehe..."
"Kenape?"
"Hehe..."
"Oh no! My Sayang took drugs eh??"
"Alaaah jgn lah bilang org..."
"Drugs ape?"
"I bought them from the drugstore... Shhhh..."
"Ok wat drugs?"
"Eh i cant tell u. Nanti u bilang ur bro. Nanti ur bro serve ns, masok police, dia tangkap i. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."
"Az..."
"K lah. I took Panadol..."
"And i took Panadol with Cough Syrup..."
"I took Panadol Xtra..."
"Waaahhh!!"
"Eh tak tak. PANDAOL ACTIFAST!!" (i was practically shouting by then)
"Kk. Shhhh. Ppl are looking..."
"PANADOL ACTIFAST. IM ACTIVE AND IM FAST. OH YEAAAHHH!!"
"Haha. Tak agak-agak..."
"WOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
We didn't get my shoes in the end as we ran out of time. He promised he will get me new ones sooooooooonnnnnnn!!!!!
Yes Noreen. I'll write an entry about you sooooooooooooooonnnn!!!!