Mina

Met Julie in MidValley... Seriously glad to see her after so long, and it wasn't even planned! I stumbled across her with my other senior. So, we went shopping together and I brought her home. First time she's ever been to my house. As usual, we talked and talked and talked and talked until... well, until she had to go home(we never ran out of topic to talk about. Introducing my best pal in my boarding school last year. Wanna know how close we are? Really, terribly close. I actually followed her wherever she went. Literally. Except during class. We ate, study, talked, and everything else together. It sounds stupid, yes, but I was sort of attached to her. Those were my boarding school days. Now, she lost A LOT of weight, and she looks prettier than ever. Said she had been on a diet, and to the gym a lot. I really got to get some tips about slimming down from her. My mom still thinks I'm fat.

Last night I went to see the Pussycat Dolls concert. They actually came to Malaysia! It was really a surprise as I thought they wouldn't even be allowed in Malaysia's airport. It was much more a surprise when they came out wearing thir usual sexy ensemble. Seriously. Malaysia, being a Muslim country and all, never allowed this. Ever. When Mariah Carey came to perform, she wasn't even allowed a costume change. I have no idea why that rule was formed. It is stupid, to say the least. Costume changes make a concert interesting. But the Pussycat Dolls were actually allowed costume changes. Once again, I have no idea why that rule is put aside this time. I'm confused. I remember the Spice Girls weren't even allowed entry in Malaysia. I wonder why Pussycat Dolls are any different. Their dressing is almost the same with the Spice Girls, if not worse. Not that I'm complaining. I'm really happy they came. I'm just thinking of all the times in the past famous singers can't perform here because of their dressing, and wish they could. Just felt it wasn't fair, because PCD could perform easily here. Funny, right?

You know, I'm actually getting good in the abascus. Haha. The ancient Chinese counting machine(Not machine exactly, maybe an instrument). Learnt it in the internet. Useful, really. I can do Addition and Substraction only though, but I think I'm getting good. You know they said if you're good, you could be faster than a calculator. I don't think I am, but I would like to think I am. Hehe. When my father knew, he said, "Amazing, right, the internet? You could probably learn to make nuclear bombs with them."

Right now I'm having celebrity crushes on Johnny Depp, Josh Hartnett and Brandon Routh. My celebrity crushes change every few weeks or days. So far, I had crushes on(not in any particular order):

1. Johnny Depp
2. Travis Fimmel
3. Josh Hartnett
4. Brandon Routh
5. Ethan Hawke
6. Jude Law
7. Brad Pitt
8. Matthew McConaughney
9. Chad Micheal Murray
10. Kaka
11. Ioan Grufford
12. Collin Farrell
13. Chris Evans
14. Kevin Peake
15. Aaron Carter
16. Vin Diesel
17. Orlando Bloom
18. Channing Tatum
19. Jesse McCartney
20. Adam Garcia
21. Ben Affleck
22. Hayden Christensen
23. Devon Sawa

Guess what? That's not all... Hey, I have an idea! I'll make a post about these celebrities I like... Just out of boredom and fun... Later!

LoVe~

MzP<3

La Chica Rosa...@->~

La Chica Rosa. I like it. Well, originally, I meant The Pink Girl, but I checked and found out that 'Chica' and 'Rosa' has another meaning. Chica could also mean 'little'. Rosa, naturally means 'rose'. So when I write La Chica Rosa, you could read it as 'The Pink Girl' or 'The Little Rose'. Isn't that sweet?

Life to day is a bit boring, even to me. So I wouldn't bore you with the details of it. The most interesting thing I did today was pick up my ID. Which sucked by the way because my picture looks like a still life of me crying(or something to that effect).

Burnt my toungue 2 days ago. I was eating something sizzling and underestimated the heat. Burnt my whole tongue plus part of my throat. Still feeling the pain now. To make things worse, I ate another sizzling dish the next day. I was careful with the heat this time, but not something else. At this place I went to eat, there's a free glass of lemonade for every sizzling meal we ordered. Guess what heppened to my ultra-sensitive tongue? Acid burn. Two different kinds of burn in two days. How 'lucky' of me.

Excuse me for a bit but my mood in writing doesn't seem to exist today, so to say it sucks is probably an understatement. Believe it or not, I am actually thinking about entering an essay writing contest. Well, don't laugh. FIne, I do seem to realize my english is not extremely good, but I do have ideas for this essay. I'll tell you how it goes.

My cat, Clara is here. Seeking attention from me as always. When I don't give her attention, she starts climbing everywhere. I guess she's bored. I totally understand. Taking care of 2 little kittens who do nothing except for sleep and suck on milk can get pretty old.

Clearly, I have absolutely nothing to say. So I'll stop boring you with my blabbers. Except, did I tell you I seriously don't have anything with my boyfriend anymore? Well, yea, except he doesn't know it yet. My relationships never really lasted for more than two weeks. I lost interest in him two weeks in the relationship. It's two months now, and he's so far from me, and he still doesn't know it yet. One more reason, I don't do well in long distance stuff. Told you I'm only looking for fun. If he's not here, where's the fun in that? I'm done now. Later.

LoVe<3
MzP

El Dia

Today, to me, is a bad day. Another bad day in history of bad days.

As usual, my bad days are caused my non other than my mother. Yup. She seems to always find something I did wrong. This time, it's coming back home 15 minutes after the time she wants me home. Her rage would be completely understandable if the 'curfew' she set was 1 a.m. but instead, it was actually(if you dare to believe it) at very early 7.30 p.m.. I reached home at 7.45p.m.. She called me at 7.15p.m. to yell at me because I was still at the mall. By the time I reached home, she wasn't on talking terms with me. If you still don't know she is never on talking terms with me. Unless she thinks she needs me for something. And we fight (basically, not firght. Just me listening to her babbling, telling me what's wrong with me) for the stupidest things ever to fight about. Like how I'm gaining weight, not controlling my foof consumption, wearing wrong clothes, looking older than I really am, not at the table studying, not wearing the endless facial products she bought me, not getting a scholarship, etcetera, etcetera. Well there's also fights about how my brother is not doing well in school, doesn't understand additional math, came back home late and not studying at the current moment(she seems to think I'm responsibble for my brother's every step).

So the start of my bad day is on the car to school. Did I fail to mention that she seems to think the best time to babble and point out everything wrong about me is in the car? Yup. She does. This morning I was driving to college. She sat next to me, telling me of how I deliberately disobeyed her and took advantage of the fact she let me out all(can you believe her?). Hello? I was driving for goodness sake. I got furious with her and actually pressed the accelerator a lot more then I would've actually dared to go with her. Got satisfied with every shriek of "You're too fast!!" and"You're too close to that car!!!!!" of hers. Well, high on adrenaline, I really didn't know what I was thinking(Guess that's why the movie is named Fast and Furious). As a result, I reached the college in the record time of 5 minutes(usual time, 15 minutes). Well, it doesn't really matter what she thinks. She already titled me 'Dangerous Driver' and preferred my brother's driving eventhough he still doesn't have a license. Which reminds me, I reminded her about the countless times my useless brother comes home hours late. Unbelievably, and to my utmost horror, she said, "You can't compare. He's a boy, you're a girl." Always thought my mother was a little bit of a sexist, but never realised it was this bad.

So, like all bad days, the college is my refuge. Pathetically, I like to spend my time in the college rather than at home. Suddenly I remembered why I never felt any type of homesickness 4 years in boarding school, only the 5th. This is because she decided to be a little bit nice to me on my exam year. A home should be a place we can escape to in times of anything bad, but clearly my home is not. Not for me at least. I actually dread going home from school. How very pathetic is that? Welcome to my life.

I'm just sick sometimes being the good child. The one who actually puts an effort to bring good grades home. The one who never shouts at her parents. The one who obeys the rules too much. Don't get me wrong, I'm an expert in bending rules. The only one who actually read the whole school's Manual of Conduct to spot any flaws in the printings of the rules. It's just that I'm different with house rules. I almost always obey them. You know, when they all blame teenagers for being rebelious and disrespectful and taking advantage of parents? Well, has the media ever highlited the situation of what happens the other way around? Of parents who bullies their children who are a bit nicer than the others? Well, I have yet to come across any coverage on that area. I just wish my parents would open their eyes and see clearly what they are doing to their one and only daughter. My mother, especially. She doesn't realise I'm so different from what she was at my age. There are some things alike, but we're both very different. She really thinks I'll make the same mistakes she did. I'm not like her. I really am not.

LoVe~
MzP<3

Felis

I just read my blog entries in MSN. Yup, I have one in MSN. Before I started this blog, when I started to blog seriously. I always wonder how could I write really nice stuff sometimes? I mean, when I read it back, my english is good, and I can manage to make an entry really interesting. Weird, because whenever I am writing a blog entry(or anything, for that matter), I never feel like my english is good. I never felt the blog is interesting enough. Well, as long as other people like it, I won't mind. By the way, the title for this particular piece of entry, is the same with another entry of mine in MSN.

So, today, I would want to make the title real. So I'll write something 'Happy!'. Well, if you don't already know, 'Felis' means 'Happy'. In Spanish.

What makes me happy is thinking about nice things. Well, now I want to make a wishlist. That makes me happy. What I learn in Economics class is that economics is trying to "satisfy unlimited wants with limited resources." So these are my unlimited wants....

Wishlist 2006

1. Chris Evans!!

Okay! I know, I know. Haha start a wishlist with wishful thinking huh? But then what else is a wishlist for?! I'm serious though, can I have him?.....

2. A Beverly Hills Crib!

You must be thinking, When the hell is she going to learn? Well, never! I mean, who wouldn't want a crib in Beverly Hills? Beats me.

3. BMW Z4 (2006)Imagine this in light baby pink. That's a real dream come true.... Someday....

4. Miss Protocole watch by Piaget

This is pretty amazing, huh? The whole thing attractive about this is that a million straps are available for this piece of art. At a terribly, terribly, terrible price, of course. The price of style.

5. Manolo Blahnik shoes...

Beautiful babies. I'm sure you and everyone in the world know the big cost of owning even a pair of these babies. What I would do to actually get my hands on one, I have no idea.

6. A Valentino/Oscar de la Renta/Alexander Mcqueen Dress

The dress in the picture is a Valentino, but I'd do with whichever one dress from the three above.

7. Endless supply of chocolates!!!

Which girl can't resist chocolate?? Can you imagine a lifetime of chocs? I sure can!

Actually now I'm out of ideas... Obviously not out of wishes, I have too much! If I put it all, it'll be endless... Guess I'm just keeping the rest to myself... Or maybe I'll make another one... It's definitely fun!

LoVe~

MzP<3

Mi

[Marital Status]	Single
[Shoe size]	6.5
[Parents still together]	Pretty much
[Siblings]	3 younger boys
[Pets]	Clara, Simba, Kouvu and 2 baby cats
FAVORITES
[Color]	Pink, white and blue
[Number]	13 and 8
[Animal]	White tiger and Albino python
[Drinks]	Pink Dune
[Soda]	Italian
[Book]	Black Beauty
[Flower]	Pink sunflower
DO YOU
[Color your hair?]	Color and highlights... whenever the roots show..
[Twirl your hair?]	Hair too straight to twirl.. :P
[Have tattoos?]	Nope... wish I could
[Have Piercings?]	Ears.. the navel one's gone
[Cheat on tests/homework?]	If I really have to... >:)
[Drink/Smoke?]	no/no... Love my body too much! haha..
[Like roller coasters?]	Live for it!! Live for speed. Get me on one anytime.
[Wish you could live somewhere else?]	Maybe somewhere that has a nightlife and a better view... Cross between NY and Carribeans..
[Want more piercings?]	Tongue, please.. and the navel again
[Like cleaning?]	Not at all... but I don't like mess either...
[Write in cursive or print?]	Depends on my mood...
[Own a web cam?]	Sometimes.. ;)
[Know how to drive?]	not well but FAST. I love speed.
[Own a cell phone?]	Who doesn't?
[Ever get off the damn computer?]	Yea... I have 3 brothers. Use it only in between their uses...
HAVE U EVER
[Been in a fist fight?]	No... Wanna witness 1 tho..
[Considered a life of crime?]	Wanna date a bad guy... Is that a crime?
[Considered being a hooker?]	Now that u mention it... hmm... maybe a high class one.. heard the pay's good... >:)
[Lied to someone?]	Yes. But I always try not to...
[Been in love?]	Love? Don't believe in love...
[Made out with JUST a friend?]	Well, no comment.
[Been in lust?]	Duh. Try Josh Hartnett, Chris Evans, Brad Pitt, Travis Fimmel and Johnny Depp. Doesn't end there.
[Used someone]	Sort of...
[Been used?]	A lot of times.
[Been cheated on?]	Sort of. Hey, cheating's a lot of things.
[Kicked someone in the nuts?]	Tried. Wish I could. haha
[Stolen anything?]	Never on purpose!
[Held a gun]	In an army camp last year.
CURRENTS
[Current clothing]	Pink tank and blue long skirt.
[Current mood]	Neutral. A bit bored. Dreading tonight.
[Current taste]	Food? Hot and spicy. Guys? Bad and rich. Really rich.
[What you currently smell like]	The Paris Hilton perfume.
[Current hair]	Long, brown with blond-ish highlights, in a ponytail.
[Current thing I ought to be doing]	Calling my ex. Read a book. Study. Sleep.
[Current cd in stereo]	Pussycat Dolls. They rock!
[Last book you read]	Cafe Tropicana by Belinda Jones. Love it.
[Last movie you saw]	Either High School Musical or Batman Begins. Then again, might be Cars.
[Last thing you ate]	Mexican Chicken from Secret Recipe.
[Last person you talked to on the phone]	My ex. He's so far away!
[Do drugs?]	Nope.
[Believe there is life on other planets?]	Maybe. But not on our solar system. Somewhere really far away. Maybe another galaxy.
[Remember your first love?]	Don't believe in love. But maybe I'll think my last love is the first.
[Still love him/her?]	As a friend. Do still have sentimental things about him.
[Read the newspaper?]	English ones. Whenever a title catches my eye.
[Have any gay or lesbian friends?]	Wish I have.
[Believe in miracles?]	Maybe. When God lets it happen.
[Do well in school?]	Only for important exams. Others, I don't give a damn.
[Wear hats]	Only on bad hair days.
[Hate yourself?]	Not really. Not now. Not lately.
[Have an obsession?]	To men who drive Mini Coopers. I want one! (the guy, I mean)
[Collect anything?]	Mini perfume. And boyfriends..... HAHAHahahaha
[Have a best friend?]	Yes, two. Iman and Malique. Love them both!
[Close friends?]	Lots. Can't list.
[Like your handwriting?]	Sometimes. Mostly when I'm writing. Not reading them back.. :P
[Care about looks]	Yes. Mine. And others. They give 1st impressions.
LOVE LIFE
[First crush]	When I was 6, I think. Name was Joshua.
[First kiss]	13. It was sweet.
[Do you believe in love at first sight?]	Don't even believe in love. I'm not that naive anymore.
[Do you believe in "the one?"]	Surprisingly, yes. He'll be the one who changes my opinion about love. Or just has lots and lots of $$$
[Are you a tease?]	Am I? You have no idea!
[Too shy to make the first move?]	Always. Smiling at a guy is the only 1st move from me.
ARE U A
[Daydreamer]	All the time.
[Bitch/Asshole]	When I want to be.
[sarcastic]	Only with certain ppl.
[Angel]	Outside.
[Devil]	Inside. ;)
[Shy]	Very. Ppl usually mistakes this for arrogance.
[Talkative]	With my best friends... I'd be talkative when my shyness subsides...

Derrote

Something's wrong. You know that terrible feeling you have inside when something bad is going to happen? Well, it's eating me up inside right now. Trust me, my intincts are VERY rarely wrong(unless I've taken caffeine recently, which I don't think I have).

Something's up, and I can feel it. There's this thing about me that I hate very much. It's that I can feel things. Things around me that I can't explain. I know something really bad is going to happen but I don't know what, or why, or how. This feeling is terrible because:
1. Just the knowledge of it sucks.
2. I can't prepare to face it because I don't even know what it is!
3. he feeling comes with nausea and a terrible stomach ache.

No.2 always makes me feel worse. I don't know what's the reason for no.3. Maybe it's because I'm so, SO scared that it becomes physical pain. Why am I so scared? Because anything I do now might be the reason for this really bad something that's going to happen. Get it? Like, for example, typing this blog entry right now might be the cause of something bad. Or maybe something I am going to do in the next 10 minutes. Or maybe it's something I already did yesterday. I don't know which is worse, facing the consequences of what I had already done, or what I am going to do. Or what I am doing right now.

God, this is too depressing. I really should stop writing now. I feel this deep urge to cry. Or smoke. For the record, I smoke, like, 3 cigarettes a year. This might just be one of the times I need one.

LoVe~
MzP<3

Te Quiero

I have a boyfriend now. Finally. After months and months of being single. He's the most unlikely person for me to actually have a relationship with. OK, who, right?

Eiman's friend. I've liked him since the time Eiman first introduced us. Let me tell you about him. He's flirtatious - flirts with everyone around. Annoying - to the very extreme. Confident - too much that it pisses me off. Cute - really, he is. And totally unpredictable - you'll know what I mean. How'd it happen?

It was a Thursday night. The parents (mine and a few others) were having this big birthday celebration for the May babies amongst them, in some hotel. My father was one of them. And guess what? For people born in the cretaceous period their theme was actually 'Bling Bling'. Weird, I know. OK, back to the story.

Later that night, Eiman arrived with his friends, two of them. My (future, at that time) boyfriend was one of them. So we talked and laughed, and get annoyed and irritated by his jokes. Then they had to go home. Before that, he actually managed to annoy me more, and wiped that smile off my face for a few minutes. I went back to the party and danced (my mum thinks I can't, really) and had fun. Hours later I reached home.

Before bed, I cecked my phone and was really surprised to a 'missed call' from him. So I did the unthinkable. I called him back. Well, you know what happened next. We talked. And talked. And talked. And suddenly, he said he wants to be my boyfriend. Out of nowhere. I said yes, of course. It's rare for me to get that from someone I like. Needless to say, I was floating on cloud nine.

Weird right, me wanting to be with someone who is just so annoying? Trust me, it's not that weird. He's so different on the phone. Nice and sweet and just plain amazing. I melted like a plain Belgian chocolate in his hands. So, here I am. Not single anymore. In a relationship. It's been a few days now. And getting more and more caught up in him.

Actually, when I was single and looking, I didn't want a serious, long term relationship. I didn't want commitment. I just want some fun. I want a guy who won't take the relationship too seriously. Someone who won't stick to me too much. Someone who'd say "I Love You" but won't mean it. Maybe a player. An asshole. You know, all that. Yep, it is the discription of A LOT of guys out there. Almost the whole population of guys in he world. Almost.

This boyfriend of mine, at first I thought he was one of them. I find out something else. He's different. He really cares what I think. He wanted us to last long. He's not shy to say "I Love You" or "I Miss You". He holds my hand when we walk. He kisses my cheeks and forehead. Plainly, he's what A LOT of girls want in a guy. But not exactly what I want in the first place. What went wrong? Why do I always end up with a good guy? That was the questions I asked myself.

Now, I came to accept and appreciate. This kind of guy is rare. Hard to find. One in a million. And I got him. So I accepted him into my life. Maybe, just maybe, I could do with a good loving relationship at this moment. Yes, I do like him a lot, I admit, but I still cannot bring myself to say 'I Love You'. Now I feel like the millions of guys out there. But maybe a little bit different. I realize when something is one in a million.

LoVe~

MzP<3