Hey everybody, where is the love?

You know, I have this immense phobia of people who ask for donations at public places. They either ask for donations or ask you whether you are interested in the latest mobile phone package that comes with 500 free SMSs and free incoming calls at only fifty dollars a month. These are the people I fear the most. You know, I have this problem with guilt. I simply cannot feel guilty. If I do, you won’t hear the end of it until the end of the day.

These people are trying to earn a living. So, they get their money by pestering people to donate a fixed amount of money to their so called ‘foundation’ when actually they are saving up for their next mahjong game with the neighbour that won’t stop asking them if their son is getting married yet. You can never be too sure, actually. Therefore, I try to avoid these people at all costs. I once donated money to this teenaged guy to help the Tsunami victims in Aceh. When I went home, I suddenly realised that the tsunami happened four years ago.

I try to avoid them. But they never leave you alone. So once, I got stopped by this Chinese woman who asked me to donate to a children’s foundation. I told her I had no money. She gave me the ‘Don’t lie, hari raya just passed and you are malay’ look. I actually had twenty dollars in my pocket. That lady had X-ray vision, I could tell. She just didn’t want to admit it because then her secret identity would be revealed and who would save the world then?

I call the phobia:
Fearofpeoplewhoaskformoneyfromyouregardlessofwhetherornotyouhavethemoneyinquestionandwillnotleaveyoualoneandiftheydotheywouldmakeyoufeelguiltylikeshitbecauseyoudidnotdonateforagoodcausephobia.

If you suffer from this phobia. You are not alone!
Lets together combat this CRIME together and save the world.
forget x-ray vision.

hello people of singapore and the world.
looks like its that time again. I have to update.
so... yeah

you know, my blog is really depriving pictures.
so, i shall act on this deprivation before pirates of the carribean 2 starts on star movies.

Let's look at my hari raya pictures.

Thats me and my brother

my family picture:


My niece. her name is Fildza


my husband


family pic


at malaysia the next day:

A real kampung house.


cousins




i had to wear sunglasses. woohoo.








wait for part two...

What a random day. This has been one of the most random Sundays ever. By the way, Sundays are very random days. Being the end of the weekend and all.

So it started in the wee hours of the morning. 1200am to be exact. I couldn’t sleep. I was suffering from a major case of insomnia. I had weird dreams like I was being chased by a chicken holding a Harry Potter magazine on a unicycle so I kept waking up. It was exasperating. So I twisted and turned in bed until I finally fell into a slumber. Ten minutes later, I woke up for class.

I went to Teens Alive. It was held at Masjid Al-Istighfar. It was surprisingly boring that day. Literally seven people came to class today. So, we combined with another class. The total number of students was ten after that. So, I had a nice sms conversation with Khairul Azmi. We concluded that we had never, I repeat, never came to Teens Alive on the same Sunday. This means that everytime he came, I would be absent and vice versa. It just so happens that for the third time, my class combined with his. That means that if he came, we would be in the same class. Like normal weekdays. Random, no?

So after that, my parents took me out. I love going out with my family. I always feel like a kid when I’m out with them and that’s the best part. So today, we went to a car showroom. A Honda car showroom to be exact. These past few months, my dad has been having cravings for a new car. He vowed that today, he would find his future car. So he spent hours and hours circulating the showroom for his perfect car. I, on the other hand, spent hours and hours touring each car and ‘inspecting’ its interior. My siblings and I also tried all the different drinks that were given for free from the Nescafe with sugar to the Milo. Then, I read this interesting article on the newspaper by a journalist that was being stalked by a cat. Me, my sister and my brother all got free balloons.Finally,guess what? My dad bought a car. A new Honda Wish is ours by the end of December.

Me and my family picked my grandmother up to have dinner at Bedok corner. I had kebab. After that, we went to Ikea, WHERE I SAW THIS MDG!!!!!! Oh my god. He was hot. Oh yeah, after that, we spent like thirty seconds in the store and got out to visit my uncle. Like what only lar. I had my eye on the guy, I mean, this new lantern. That lantern was hot.

So we went to my uncle’s house. He was packing his stuff because he was moving. So we helped him and yada yada yada. So my fingers are tired. Really tired. Scotch-taping and carrying stuff can suck. Sucky. so yeah.

Randomness can affect anyone and anything. Are you ready for your random Sunday?

From your beloved yawtaw from hulabagi. Thanks for reading Calimasale.


MOBIL
We’re drivers too.

As I sit here right now, staring at my computer, I am actually drinking cold plain water. Call New York Times. Ever since hari raya started, I have been drinking nothing but sweet flavoured carbonated drinks. Coca-cola, sprite and other F&N drinks. Honestly, I have not been drinking plain water. As I open my fridge, I see my cold plain water, my coca-cola, three different flavours of F&N and last week’s sambal goreng. Mechanically, I take the coca-cola. In fact, my whole family hasn’t drunk normal water since hari raya. It has gotten to a point where there is actually ice inside my water containers. This once in a lifetime event only occurs when the water has been left in the fridge for such a long time that the water freezes. And honestly, plain water never tasted so good. The simplicity and absolute plainness in the water just makes it absolutely refreshing. I’d go on about the anatomy of plain water but I heard it isn’t something you go on and on about on a blog.

Before I leave, let me just leave with some news from the Formula One. Tonight, Kimi Raikonen, Alonso and Lewis Hamilton will be battling for the world championship during the Brazilian Race tonight. Who wins or loses will determine a racer’s destiny tonight.

I AM ROOTING FOR YOU LEWIS HAMILTON!!! newcomers rock.

Calimasale was here with you today.

woohoo. spent a fantastic day wif mary at tamp on friday.
eh... random ar.

can i ask you guys something? was this a good decision? reviving this blog? i mean, why bother when people just expect it to DIE and 'be abondoned' again? i mean honestly? if you hate this idea and expect the worst of it just say so. i wont update. Why should i put up with people like MAN whose opinion is that i shouldnt keep this blog alive and that this blog should have remained dead? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? perhaps you havent even read this blog and realised the true substance and potential lurking behind each word or sentence? I dont need your opinion. You can just go to hell.

Honestly, i dont give a damn. if you find the opening of this blog a bad thing or even a disaster then don't read it. MAKE YOUR OWN BLOG and see whether people like it or not. you know what? i am going to dedicate this post to MAN!! and i hope you read it and weep.

18 Oct 07, 22:36
Man: IT shou;b have remained dead okay? harhar. too bad!!

this was man's comment. NOW i am going to make the best of it.

1) firstly, what kind of a name is MAN? must you exaggerate the idea that you are male? maybe you should. maybe, you talk and act like a girl that sometimes people get confused. if its your name... well... im sorry.

2)'shou;b' Cant spell MAN? i literally had to copy and paste the word because it would have killed me to actually spell that out. take some english courses okay?

3)'harhar. too bad!!!' You know, i am really beginning to think that MAN has no social life. stop talking like a kindergarten kid lar...

Dont take this personally MAN. save us all the time and stress of reading your terrible comments and even more terrible spelling.

oi...i'm back. so those of you that cannot tolerate my talking, i am going to milk it.


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so, any questions? im back and theres nothing you can do about it but read.

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