Of Potluck and the Piggy Tummy

Sorry, this is quite an old story. i have been procrastinating on writing it down till the end.lol

OML.

My tummy is about to burst. I’m so bloated with the building layers of fat in the stomach. It’s all because of the potluck we had yesterday. I think I’ve gained pretty well kgs prior to the gobbling of cupcakes, nuggets, wedges, fries, donuts, cakes and pudding (some kinds of them) and some drinks. Lucky I didn’t have the drinks or else, my tummy has burst into some kind of watermelon being crashed by a trailer tire. *okay, hyperbole detected*

But really, it was fun though. I think it has been quite few years I didn’t join potluck. Last time we had it in form 5, along with Eidulfitri celebration. So, most of my friends and I brought kueh raya and some of us brought other food. It was held in school but now, in the campus. A new environment serves new feelings, huh?

So, these few days I have been giving some thoughts of what to bring to the potluck..baking a chocolate cake? Bread pudding? Chips? Hotdogs? Nuggets? Yeah, I settled for nuggets. Ramly chicken nuggets. Easy, convenient, tasty. LOL

Initially, I quite regret with the nuggets decision as there was another classmate who brought the same thing as mine. Only, she had fries together with it. But the regret didn’t seem to last long when our nuggets were the first item to sold out.LOL

No more doubts about Ramly Chicken Nuggets, huh? As my mom always suggest, the best nuggets in town!

What???

Alright, I know I know…..........

I should start fasting for few days to reduce this expanded tummy..pffffffff

Self Tagging ( Syok Seniri )

Well, seriously, I have been having this feeling of not revealing too much about myself. So, being secretive is the key of this mission. Until finishing high school, I only shared my personal life and stories to very few people. Most of the time, I kept them to myself. However, things seemed to change when I entered the university, I found out that being secretive is a way to be isolated from the population, yes I was islolated. I struggled to survive during the foundation year in the university, I didn’t share stories so I didn’t have friends, except my rummies. Oh God, they are lovely, only if you knew them. They were my souls in the campus that time. Everything I did with them, or for them.

Okay2..I’m not going to brag about those beloved ex-rummies but I would like to reveal some things about myself. I have already used to do this since the first year degree. I reveal things much these days, too much sometimes that I would regret of the expansion revelation.

Yet, I would like to expand the revelation, but on my dusty non visited blog only lah. This is my first time of answering a set of question about myself publicly, previously it was only for the purpose of taking personality inventory or any other assessment tests.

I found this tag-question thingy on one blog I walked around and I don’t intend to credit the blogger even, because I know he would not even care to know. Btw, I would like to answer these questions because I would like to know myself better, too.

a) 5 names that friends call.

1. athirah

2. tirah

3. tira

4. tiara

5. atira

b) 5 most important dates in your life

1. 13^th September 1990 (my birthday)

2. 27^th January 2007 (I met someone I love for the first time)

3. 22^nd February 2006 (I owned my own hp)

4. 1^st January (mom’s birthday and new year lorr)

5. 19^th April (dad’s birthday)

c)5 things you have done yesterday

1. laundry

2. lunch at Pak Li

3. decorated an orange sponge cake with buttercream

4. bought toiletries at Guardian and Mydin (shite, Mydin murah gilerr)

5. Lipat kain

d) 5 ways to be happy.

1. exercise

2. eating good food

3. petting cats

4. shopping

5. hang out with close friends

e) 5 gifts you would like to receive. sempena birthday ke? Hikhik

1. doraemon pillow

2. a car, Suzuki Swift would be nice

3. an expensive and convenient new hand phone, Nokia E7 ker

4. a stationary bike

5. money, just give me money and I will be so pleased

f) 5 favourite hobbies.

1. baking

2. lepaking with friends

3. movies at cinema

4. petting cats and rabbits

5. window shopping

g) 5 places you want to go for vacation.

1. Vietnam

2. Vienna

3. London

4. Perhentian Island

5. New Zealand

h) 5 favourite drinks.

1. Pak Li cold Ipoh white coffee with milk

2. Milk (soy, goat, chocs and etc)

3. teh o ais

4. iced milo

5. mineral water

i) 5 things you always found in your room.

1. towel

2. tooth brush (yes, I keep it in my bedroom)

3. supplement

4. bags

5. all my stuff lorrrrrrrrrr (I don’t keep things outside of my room)

j) 5 favourite clothes colours.

1. grey

2. black

3. green

4. yellow

5. red

k) 5 favourite bands. (used to favour)

1. westlife

2. backstreet boys

3. the corrs

4. c21

5. n’sync

6. p/s dolu2 punya minat, now tak minat sapa2

l) 5 favourite people.

1. Brad Pitt

2. Justin Long

3. Fasha Sandha (now laugh at me)

4. Tun Mahathir

5. Brad Pitt

m)5 hangouts.

1. Pak Li

2. Tasek Sec 7

3. PKNS SACC

4. Sunway Pyramid

5. home

n)5 person you love so much.

1. My family

2. Reliable friends

3. Tun Mahathir

4. Prophet Muhammad p.b.u.h

5. My self

o)5 reasons you answer this survey.

1. It’s holiday

2. It’s boring

3. To update blog

4. To look busy

5. To know myself better

weird dreams

I woke up at around 1p.m. today, not that I had very long sleep as I actually slept after subuh, around 6.30a.m. I had a weird feeling once I was awake from the sleep. It’s because of the dreams. As usual, I had lots of different story in dreams.

Two of them are too weird to be true, because I never had such dreams kot. First, I dreamt of getting engaged. Dramatically, I was late for the ceremony which was held at my fiancé’s(?) because I had to rush from work to my house to get change for the engagement outfit then to his house. Ironically, not only the ceremony was held at his place, I was actually working on my engagement day? lol. Btw, my future fiancé also was actually working on that day, we had the ceremony after both of us got back from work. The weirdest moment could happen if it happened in the real life was, right after we were engaged, my mom(?!!) suggested that we continue the ceremony with akad nikah tros, the best way to save the time katanya, as we both are very busy with work lol.

Alright, it’s dreams. That is the best thing about dreams, you won’t have the chance to experience what you had in dreams for real. Because dreams are way too unrealistic to become reality. Btw, there is something I like about the engagement, my dress was actually gorgeous! I looked so pretty in it lol. It was a silver short kebaya, like most brides are wearing nowadays, the fabric was of high quality ones, the details were great, and it was a set with tudung siti with the inner, just like what I imagined myself to wear on my wedding day! I got to see my future wedding dress in my dream, it was fun though! LOL the funnier thing was, I actually had another set of dress for my wedding, about the same design and material but of different colour, it’s a purplish pinkish maroon of sort, light tone of course. So pretty lol. I remembered the dresses well, I could even imagine them right now but I totally forgot the face of my fiancé. Macam hensem jugak kot lol.

Alright, the second dream was not fun. It’s a thriller lol. Few weeks before, this one lecturer offered the whole classmates to join a humanity program in one of the countries in the Southeast of Asia. Two other friends and I gave our names to the lecturer, displaying the commitment we would like to serve for one month and a half in a yet-to-discover country. Until today, the lecturer did not confirm on anything, be it our status of going there and the country we are going to. Nonetheless, I expected it to be Cambodia as the university held the same program last year in Cambodia. However, there is one other friend of us who is not following because she will be involving in a students’ exchange program in USA(!!) is trying to tease me by building her suggestion that the country will be Timor Leste. No offense here, but TL(as we call it) is a new, small and very near to Malaysia. If being given the choice, we prefer to go to other countries lol. I am hoping it to be Vietnam. It has been my dream since young to go to Vietnam. I want to evident the rich culture of Vietnamese by my own naked eyes. Alright, I actually am imagining the Mekong River Floating Market and the huge bazaar in the centre of Vietnam. those are part of their culture, right? =D

Now, let’s put aside whatever country will it be, I already dreamt of going to Thailand last night. The place is at the southern Thai but the people speak Indonesian lol. Even I spoke Indonesian in the dreamland. As globally known, southern Thailand has been experiencing somewhat of civil war between the Muslim and the non-Muslim if I am not mistaken and it has been awhile under chaos which scares foreigners to pass their border. In the dream, we expected the war has ended so we went there.

Nevertheless, it hasn’t ended yet. We lived in a kampong, long house type of house which in the evening, the army was set ready to fight the terrorists. I didn’t know it was a dream and hell yeah, I was so scared. I remembered a dialogue between me and the lecturer

Me: sir, it is so scary here

Lecturer: if you feel like going back, ask your parents to wait at the hospital and I will send you there

LOL. I assumed the hospital was near to the Malaysian-Thai border and we were not that far from the border. I didn’t dare to go back because it would feel like a coward. I didn’t want to be the first and only volunteer to return home. It would cost a shame.

In the dream, I didn’t see my two other friends. There were inside the house but were doing something else while I was with few villagers. It was in the evening when the villagers and I lepaking at a gazebo which the gazebo is beside a field which the field the army was doing their training. My heart was thumping so fast just to look at the army wearing their military outfit and holding guns. I asked the villagers how could they differentiate the good and bad army? They said the bad army doesn’t indicate their country through their outfit, no flag and stuff lar.

Not soon after that, there was a group of army wearing blue uniform, there was only one male and the rest were female. They asked for villagers’ identity card. They asked me too but they villagers said I am a visitor and I left my visitor’s pass inside the house. I was scared to death during the moment. For God’s sake, I thought it was real! I mean, I didn’t know I was dreaming. As I was making my move to the house to take my visitor’s pass, the male soldier grabbed my hand so hard and he was grinning like evil. I felt like I was going to be raped and killed. I could feel his hand grabbing so hard that I had to loose my hand out of his grabbing slowly. Huh I was so nervous that my heart could burst at any time!

Luckily, before it burst, I woke up from the dream. I couldn’t actually remember how I got awake, either by hearing the alarm clock, or my dad’s call, or my sis’s call, or someone's call or a coming sms. That’s basically how I got awake every day, several times.