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MY MUG SHOT
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ABOUT THE GURU
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SURIA MELANIE
sleep.eat.shop.
rewind my past
BEWARE!!! you are now reading the confessions of the not-so-shopaholic guru

Suriram Ram

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ME LOVE
the beautiful one inside out

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the caring brother

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bestfriends.end of story.

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soulmates

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the loving one

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GOSSIP TIME
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MY FRENZZZ
grand exits

sherene
alep
nancy
mira
cindy
lanny
liang yi
qilah
tim
ayie
jia lin
rose arienah
acap
lep lop
zetty
jien
nony
kayreen
indra
wawa
dexter
brice
eddie
edwin
jia seng
joe
ash
bujang hine
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BLOGS I READ
grand exits

suri cruise
the pink stilettos
schazwany hameed
karen cheng
hunny madu
barney stinson



Past
the historys to forget

June 2009
February 2010
March 2010
April 2010
May 2010
July 2010


Credits
the sources of love

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
the stories that happened yesterday


warning: rantings ahead




ahh tak sabar nak balik rumah!!!

cepatla habis test...rindu kat mak/abah/adek/lil ones at home/kucing.

i want to go home

these are some of the popular sentences used by the UTPians. do YOU miss home?




well one thing's for sure, i don't.

believe it or not i'm rather sad to leave utp after the finals. i DON'T wanna go home. because it means i am going to be a 24/7 bibik.

8am: wake up, open the windows, pull the curtains, scrub the toilet, sweep the floor, mop. cook, food for me. food for my brother. food for my grandparents, food for the cat. and oh, food for my brother again.

clean the stove, clean the oven, do the dishes, wipe the sink, wash clothes, hang clothes to dry. drive my grandma around. if not (which is because it is already 3 in the afternoon and i am soo tired from doing the chores), she'll rant on how incompetent i am compared to her adek punya cucu or cousin punya cousin or someone else's daughter.

finally reached home. grandma sees me lying on the couch. thinks i am soo bored so she gave me another housework thinking that i have at least something to ease my boredom and thus going to have a blast doing it. like she was back in the ancient days.

so she made me sew my grandpa's boxers. or her kain batik. or the koyak pillows. buttons. wipe dust from fan. etc.

on particular days, some relatives would come to visit. and they normally bring chains of small children along. serve them food and drinks. grandma yelled into the kitchen, asking where are the drinks? adek, CEPAT la oiiii!!!

served them hot milo, tea, depending on the time and age of guests. oh look, the kids want some more biscuits. add some more biscuits. what? finish again? add some more biscuits. whhha-wahh-what? biskut habis gyk? yikes, no more biscuits left! ahh just give them my grandpa's. the yucky full of fibres type. yuck, who would eat those?

eh, pun habis? zzz...

guests left, clean up living room, wash the dishes.

ahh, i thought. now for some entertainment... *flicks on tv*

ADEK!!! polah milo pake ninek!!!

hookay, make milo. done.

*walks to living room*

ADEK!!! telepon ninek A lok!!!

*suria melanie hesitatingly lets go of tv remote control*

by then my tv programme has started halfway. no mood to watch. bad internet connection cause using dial-up. hmm, might as well call up my bf. hmm, he's busy night shopping/having dinner/help lil sister do homework, or fixing the door knob, or the water pipes, reading comic/chatting with parents/ relatives. it's ok. call him tomorrow.

*prepares to sleep*

grandpa rants on how he finds it difficult to sleep. soo loud. bla di bla di bla...

3 hours later...

grandpa : HADOH, KNAK AKU MASIH SIK DAPAT TIDO TOK??? bla di bla di bla

*finally, an hour later everyone sleeps.*

8am: ADEK BANGUN MASAK OII!!!

and the bibik cycle starts all over again.

*cries*

p/s: please don't get me wrong. i love them but sometimes less house chores and nags are all i ever wish for. hire a housemaid? nah, my grandma has this taboo for them. my friends get to enjoy their holidays. so why can't i?


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