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VIVA : check
theory exams : check
coffee : check
music : check
tido : check
nice weather : check

what else?

blog ready

finally finished my mom's blog i've been working on..yeay!

check it out!

http://rozy-tupperware.blogspot.com

hols*hols*hols

"Holiday is bliss"
Waking up late, lifting those heavy eyelids, making my way to the kitchen and tadaa! --- opening the fridge door. I loike =)
"The dodo cat" which usually laid its fat-bum on the fence wall outside with meow its head off whenever she hears movements in the kitchen.
Good pair of small ears. Nice. (hey, it makes me wonder: do cats have ear waxes? I haven't seen dodo's ears all blocked up. Or she cleans them with her paws? ^o^ )
Doing the same routine everyday...and funny enough I'm not bored.
I'm currently working on my mom's Tupperware blog.
It keeps me occupied.
Really putting my brains on this one;
*sigh* finally, something to keep my brain running again. Haha!
I forgot how it can actually work. Yikes!
Just a few more days before I'm flying back and really get back to serious business.
I guess I better ignite these neurons like now? Too long since they're at rest. =P
Whee~

p/s: does anyone knows when prison break season 4 is breaking 0ut?

that darn cat chooses me

It was 3 am and I was about to doze off after a day of Dental Materials. *sigh,finally*
At about 5 am, I was awaken by small cries of “miao..miao..”
Though almost in total darkness, I can make out that that “awaking call” came from a feline at the end of my bed. What da?
My hand searched for the light switch on the wall on top of my head.
“click”.. the brightest source of light in my room was switched on.

“uh-oh”. That was it. It must have stirred some kind of an alert signal to that darn cat. The cat went berserk. You can imagine how animals are when they panic. And worse when they are actually considered to be tame (such as cats) but unfortunately it has double pairs of clawed-paw and a set of canines. It started to bang on everything it can in my toilet, trying to lift itself back into that small air vent hole where it came from. But, to no avail, that cat has proven itself to be fat? Haha. Half of its body was already in the air vent and half is still dangling. It is an amusing sight indeed. (I still laugh out loud when I recall how it looks like). Maybe the tail and its butt is a bit too heavy.

As I opened my door locks and let it outta my room, then reality falls. A funny smell came from the toilet and I instantly realized that is must have pissed sumwhere. But, luckily, it was in the toilet and it’s easy to clean. Phew!

As I returned into my room:

“Mar, luckily that cat just pissed and not ***”, I was really about to finish my sentence, when I saw it!!! Omg. On the bed (a second bed in my room). Loud and clear. The job was well done. And fgs, that darn cat had already pooped about 2 feet from where I laid my head and I did not realized!!! And I, as the victim of that darn cat, with the consent of my friends who are still wide awake at that time, have cut the mattress to clear off the mess, leaving a rectangular spot where you can see the yellow sponge inside. And I guess, if none of my friends have been with me that morning, I would have really gone crazy. Getting mad and superbly agitated at a "flea-infested-waking people up at 5am-and heavy tailed-well done” feline. Huh.

I spent about an hour cleaning up everything. Mopping the floor for 3 times with Lizol which I hope will really kill 99.9% germs as written on the bottle.
At about 7 am I dozed off.

Mar said that she thought I was already awake when she heard all those loud sounds of stuff falling and all, but instead, I was only awaken by that “miao” sound? Now, I know why I’m a successful late riser and do not respond to any kind of alarms and may I add; to 7 miscalls as well. It should have a cat sound to it.

Oh my.

Lesson to be learned, for me: do close that small air vent hole, close the toilet door before sleeping, and change my alarm signal to a “miao” sound. Hurm. I declare “cold war” with Kaveri’s cats today. Including “shashikala”, whatever that cat’s name is. Oh yeah, don't forget to throw away that soap, jaja...it has cat scratches.

_ _ _ m

counting the days to exams? hoishh! its freakin scary. why is my exam-switch not turned on? omg. blame the summer.

words

i’m too tired trying to be nice that i turned out to be cold?
i do whatever i like regardless those piercing stares from everyone around.
i feel like isolating myself & i mind being around strangers.
i don’t want people to know about me as i too REALLY don’t wanna know about them?
“i do what i like. i’m living my life the way i want it, so just shut up!”

i feel scared thinking that i'm becoming heartless.
it kills me to think “since when i’ve become blind, mute and deaf?”
i'm too worried about my loved ones, that tho i reach out for them, there's nothing I could do?
i'm worried about being far away and the fact that i'm just not there.
i can't help feeling angry to those who took advantage of kindness & carelessness.
i can't help feeling the hatred of those who bullies people i cared about.
is building resistance all about not caring?

i simply don’t care if people hear me mocking out loud.
i simple don’t care if they can make out my mockeries.
at times, i do feel like making them hearing it all .

i really not know what i’ve become.
i hope my soul is intact and my brain is where it is.
i feel scared at times, thinking that I might not be the same person when i came around.

i did found joy.
i found them in newly treasured companions.
i found them where my silly mind thought it was empty.
it is where I can place my raging heart at rest.
it was what keeping me alive.

38

salam.

yesterday at about 7.40p.m, i got my third molar surgically extracted.huh! me, who in the past suffered from dento-phobia and now doing my degree in dntsry (ahaha!) am suprised wif myself yesterday.

"apsal hari ni tak se-nervous biase?" my hands are not cold..ekeke.its weird tho.becoz,im not bout to go thru just an extraction,but its a freakin surgery! wif mas accompanying me, the two of us went to the clinic to say goodbye to my 38. =(

the dr. who did my surgery was dr.Dayanand, an oral& maxillofacial surgeon from bapuji.he's too good im tellin ya! i felt at ease tho i'm embedded in "the chair",and i can't help but to feel very relaxed.(trust me ppl,this is not like me!) hurm..i guess,its the trust that i have on the dr that explains it all.it really takes loads of your trust to let sumone rummage into your mouth while you are wide awake and are totally capable of seeing all those "sharp&shiny-things" stuck into your mouth from a close distance.=). dr.dayanand explained whatever he was about to do to me&what i might be feeling, and i think that helps a lot. it gets you mentally prepared i guess.

alhamdulillah,everything went well.my 38 was successfully extracted in one piece. oh gigiku! and now,im only left with 31 teeth in my mouth..haih! to those who are planning to cab0t gigi..relax! tak de pape insya-Allah. =)

my cat rebels

salam.

This is an entry about my cat which is currently on strike.(bozo!)

Why?

My unhygienic cat developed a new habit of sleeping in the dustpan. Believe me.
Previously, she used to lay her fat bum-bums in the paint container (or we called it as the “bekas cat”). The dried rollers on it become her bolster pillow? And now, it’s my mom’s dusty dustpan.
And the dust is her best friend? (omg). Perhaps she likes cases that fits her just nice?
She does bulge outwards while sitting in the dustpan tho. Ouch!

Knowing dodo’s limited ability to jump, (as it will consume all her fish-y lunch!)
my mom hanged the dustpan to somewhere dodo can’t possibly reach to lay her fat bum-bums
and gave that poor feline some old red box (which used to be a hamper’s base) for her new resting spot.

So she protested. And lay on the floor instead. She became skeptical about the “new home” and gave it a try. And still, she prefers the floor. (Dodo, the floor does not fit ya!)

Will my mom give up her dustpan for that weird cat?

I don’t know.