unwise

Operation went fine. Although I was cringing the whole 30 minutes of the surgery. It was no fun at all when the dentist was digging at my gum, trying to get my tooth out. Wasn't painful, but you try have someone digging in your mouth like that. And the drilling... Goodness. My tooth had to be broken down to three parts!

Post op; for the first hour it was hell. Until 5 pm that evening, hell worsened. And slowly after that, the pain subsided. Took me two rounds of painkillers for them to actually work!

And now my right cheek is still swollen [truth be told, I look like Quasimodo], and the pain is still there. Minimized, but still there. Need another check up tomorrow, and the three stitches will only be removed next Tuesday.

Ikin is back! yeay! Azzura and Animz are sorely missed. damn.

Anim where are the pictures?!

Later all. Need to make a few phone calls. Ciao~

absence makes the heart grows fonder

Anim has left. Her flight was at 4:45 p.m. A little sad at the moment. We used to be really close with each other... hanging out every other day whenever she was at her mom's office, and I was at my mom's. She was also studying at MTDC which is located in UPM itself, and she would invite me to the events they had.

We haven't been doing that for some time already now... but I love her all the same. I'll miss you babe... :(

Azzura is leaving tonight, 11:30 p.m flight. haih. Talk about a double whammy. Here's another freak with whom I share everything [well, almost] with. We've shared so much over the years... a year and a half isn't too bad. I think. haih again.

You know I love you, and you definitely know how much I wish you'd be here... :/

A wisdom tooth that grows sideways is murderously painful. But then again, the surgery to remove this killer tooth would cause as much hurt, I suppose. Oh well. 2 more days, and I'll find out.


Till my next post. And at the rate of how often I update my blog, it can take up to two weeks. huhu.

Ciao~

a quarter plus one

I've put up the photos from Sungai Congkak on the Friendster photo album... you guys can check the photo out here. Still no sign of my Bluetooth USB device, so still no photo from Noran's phone-cam.

Most of you would know that I celebrated my 26th birthday on the 29th. I had a few different celebrations... I first kicked it off with a dinner and bowling outing with a few of my closest mates on the eve of my birthday. The plan was to have dinner and then play a few games in Midvalley, but the traffic was too crazy for me and my Sayang, so we decided to make a few last minute changes. Instead of going to Midvalley, we went to Bangsar Village for an early dinner at Nando's, and then we're off to Bangsar Shopping Complex for a couple of games of bowling.

I sucked. Along and Noran, both who played for the first time ever, actually had really high scores. [And Along hasn't stopped bragging since!]

Others who were there during the dinner and bowling thing was Anim, her fiancee Hazril and En. Milo. Zura and Fareen could only stay for dinner coz they're lame. hahaha don't smack me! It was a joke! They made plans, hence their absence. We missed you girls!

The day itself was celebrated with very little fanfare... but of course, with my Boo. He picked me up from college [I had to go to college on my birthday! SUCK!], and we went straight to dinner at Chili's One Utama. Went bowling again afterwards coz Kusa is really serious about picking up bowling again.

I didn't get to meet Ikin on the 29th, so she came to KL the very next day to meet up with me and Fareen for a little Bengot Angels belated birthday dinner. We had a lovely dinner and dessert at Secret Recipe in Alamanda, and I totally splurged, leaving me broke for the rest of the week. haha. But it was my birthday. And I was - and still is - HAPPY! yeay~

Thank you so much for everyone who sent me the lover-ly birthday wishes. Thanks to Azzura for those choc chip cookies [I won't be getting them for the next year and a half! uwaaaa!], and thanks also to my sis Kak Diani for giving me that RM100. w00t! Thank you Fareen for her thoughtfulness in wanting to get me tix for Gamarjobat. And also to everyone who wants to get me presents but hasn't yet... no worries, I don't mind waiting. haha!

And a special shoutout to my Baby for the wonderful birthday present! It was perfect, Sayang! I love love love LOVE YOU!

Photos will be up as soon as I get them from Animz.

Oh well. This is all for now. Azzura is leaving in like a week. Ohmygod.

Ciao all~

freaks on the loose

Zura, moi, Noran, Animz

Where else can you find friends like them?

I have a small circle of friends, that is true. But the few friends I have, fortunately for me, are the people I trust my life with, I cherish unconditionally, I will miss most in their absence. These are three of them.

Aaaaaa. Dah start emo. Will do a proper update on Sg. Chongkak when I have more than 15 minutes to kill. For the moment, read up on what these girls mean to me on Zura's blog here.

Laters all. Ciao~

the melancholy of the youngest sister.

I was talking to Ili online, asking her whether she'd be joining our picnic at Sungai Congkak tomorrow, when I suddenly remember that she knows my 2nd sister Hani without knowing that Hani is my sister. And in between our picnic conversation, I asked her:

mira: you know hani azlan? astro nye publicist tu?
ili: uh. kenal gitu je
mira: she's my elder sis

And this is her response, completely unedited:

ili: ha?
ili: HA?
ili: HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
ili: for real?

haha yup. For real. And why did Ili laugh? I don't really know... but I'm positive it's because of the lack of resemblence we share with each other. My sister Hani took after my mom in the sense that they're both fair-skinned and were often mistaken as Chinese or mixed. But then again, my mother's great-grandfather was from China. My 4th sister Diana and I look a lot more like each other, and we took after my dad, with our brown skin. The distant Arab side, I suppose. I in particular, has the same eyes as my dad's father. Big and round. We called him Tok Guli [Guli means marble in Malay. You know, those round 10 sen-sized glass stuff]. My sisters used to call me David Copperfield. haha. My 1st and 3rd sis, Syisya and Azfa are the melting pot... they look both like my dad and my mother.

It actually makes me proud to think that we're all so different, and that people find it so hard to believe that we're actually sisters. Back when I was in primary school, when Hani was in her upper secondary years, her friends would squeal at how much we don't look like each other. My friends would squeal even harder. When I entered lower secondary, Azfa was in her final year of high school. People don't squeal as much when they compare me with her... We kinda look like each other. Except she had to wear braces. She was, as Hani was before her, sort of one of the popular girls in school.

Everybody wants to ber her pet-sister, or adik angkat. When one of my friends actually told me that she was about to ask my sister to ber her pet-sis, I was actually squeamish. 1; coz I hate that girl. 2; AZFA? As a pet-sis? WHY?? [Now, this is a common practice in an all-girls' school, though I'm not sure about co-ed schools. A junior may usually ask a popular/nice/rebellious/whatever they find attractive senior to be her pet-sister, but it's rare to hear about a senior asking a junior. And this process can be as nerve-wrecking as telling a person you like that you want to be his girlfriend, and vice versa. Seriously.]

I was made aware from earlier on that my sisters were far more prettier than I am during high-school. No one had to tell me [although many did countless of times]; I could figure it out myself. I was darker, bigger. But not once did I feel threatened or upset about it. In fact, I believe from the very start that I am as attractive, maybe not in the same way. Imagine... a sixteen year old who didn't have a problem with her body image. RARE! haha. Its confidence, I guess. And no one in my family ever made a big deal out of it. There were a few jokes of course, but I always always laugh with them. The jokes weren't painful; they were actually made out of love... I can't really explain it. From the beginning, I've always felt it. That love. And even if someone did make hurtful remarks towards me, be it relatives or friends, I've always known that their opinion, in the end, wouldn't matter.

I remember wishing for an elder brother when I was younger. Having 4 older sisters can be, to put it nicely, a nightmare. They take your clothes, make-up, jewelry all the time without asking for permission. And the catfights can be nasty.

But then again, I wouldn't want to trade my 4 sisters for the world.