what's another word for soulmate?

It is about time people know that i have been sulking about this whole nobody ever invites me to their weddings! Who do you frikin think you are? who do i frikin think I am? I am someone who appreciates invitations and will make rsvps when told to do so and will cancel my rsvp at the last minute.

okay, maybe that is why people dont invite me.

But people must know that today, as I was having my maghrib slumber (tak elok tido time maghrib), I got a message from a dear friend telling me she has found her soulmate.

At least someone acknowledges my interest. huh.

But then again, could you really meet your soulmate in a week?

Greek mythology has tried explaining how this whole soulmate came about. I disagree with it and as usual have my own theory, which I will now impose on you.

Soulmate is someone who makes drops of saliva waterfalls down your mouth.

And of course I have extended versions of every general principle i create. Soulmates are people who can bring you taffy apples.

d
r
o
p
s of saliva waterfalling down my mouth. =p.

So another word for soulmate is taffy apple.

This entry is dedicated to taffy apples all around the world. i want you, i need you, oh baby, oh baby.

My 23rd year

Another birthday has passed, I am proud to say that I am now 23 years old. Although to some people I may be 51, but no matter... I'm always 6 at heart. =)

Those who grew up with me would probably have heard about my dreams and fantasies of how i'd like to turn out when i'm 23. Now that i'm Actually tuwenti teree, I'm not even close to what I thought I'd be.

I always thought I'd be a married kick-ass lawyer by the age of 23.

I'm not married.

I'm not a lawyer.

I kick nobody's ass.

I am happy nonetheless, because I just watched Enchanted, and maaaaannnn, robert's life as a lawyer suck big time. How can he advise his clients to get a divorce? If I were to be a family law lawyer, I'd draft an agreement that states the following:

1. If you (husband) ever decide to leave me, I am coming with you.
2. You (husband) may fall in love a gazillion times, but only with one person i.e. Me.
3. Marriage is an assignment for courageous people. Cowards back off.
4. If you (husband) plan to live a 100 years, I want to live one day shorter than that period, so that I never have to live without you (husband).
5. It has to be clearly understood that you (husband) and i (wife) are forever on the same side.
6. You (husband) may service your car at any time, and if necessary your romantic side too.
7. You (husband) are the president of my fan club.
8. Be just to yourself, if you (husband) do not love me, do not sign this contract.

Hmmmmm. Now I sound like a kick-ass lawyer.

HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Jejak Kasih

Who'd have known, that I will one day become the subject of a situation often referred to as jejak kasih.

After court today, I made a lunch appointment with my dad. The most awaited event of every other day that I get to have lunch with him simply because I love the company of a quiet man.

What are the odds I can have a company parallel to that at work? ZERO. I hate lawyers' gabbiness. They are just mere unstimulating series of repeated facts. I repeat: repeated facts.

Anyhooooooo.

My dad was at my old tuition centre- The cekal tuition centre, registering my brothers for The revision course that i used to rock back when I was 15 and 17.

So I went to meet my dad there and paid a visit to my Mrs. Amarjit and Ms. (Now Mrs.) Monny!

The minute Mrs Amarjit saw me, she got up from her chair, and ran, yes ran to hug meeeee! AAAaaaaa!!! So so sweeeeet my teacher!! I was so happy FULL STOP.

Then I met Mrs. Monny who said I'm still as small as ever and they were both just so proud of the fact that I'm now a well, gabby lawyer. =p.

Then I was brought to the notice board where they showed me the Thank You card I gave them 8 years ago. I was so terharu......... *sob* *sob*

Then we remembered my dad was there and started controlling ourselves. =p.

The best part was: we were acting like screaming bimbo girls that the entire form 3 class who had witnessed the whole incident clapped their hands! hahaha.

HaaaaaaaaaaaaH. Lunch-ing with Ayah is always so rewarding.

For teaching me so much, I owe them a legal advice:

DONT RAISE YOUR KIDS TO BE A LAWYER.

one hand down the pants

No, its not what you think.

The title of the entry is to be read literally though. This chronicle is intended to gag you, not sicken you.

As many of you do not know (and I am actually not here to tell), my house is being renovated. Thus, the temporary dwellers of my garden are the Indonesian workers.

This morning, as i was ironing my pants in my parents' bedroom, which by the way gives me a perfect view of the Indonesian workers (I stress, that is not the reason Why I do my ironing there), I saw one of them SUDDENLY-

Took off his belt;
Unzipped his pants;
Inserted one hand down his pants; and

took out some cash from his underwear.

I then peeped some more to see what he was doing with the money. Rupanya, he was paying the ice-cream man who had parked his motorcycle in my house.

Oh my God ke tak Oh my God tu...???

Although I stopped being judgmental the minute I saw the ice-cream man, I just cant help thinking WHAT ON EARTH WOULD THAT ICE-CREAM MAN THINK OF HIM??

I wanna say I think it is kinda cute that there are still people who keep their cash in their undies, but that'd just make people think I'm quite d.o.t.t.y.

But i can easily say: You wish my story's about something else, don't you..........? =p.

Lemonade is not Coke

When it comes to things that are edible, it is kind of a big deal to me. My tongue chatters perpetually, and as such, it only deserves the best food and drinks (and man) in town.

Meet my bad hat tongue, ladies and gentlemen.

I was having a lovely birthday dinner in the absence of the birthday girl last saturday night; and by lovely i mean nasi briyani kambing with scrumptious ayam goreng berempah and this vegetably dish, with my friends and a couple of persona non gratas who later became part of 'the group' because well, they had good effort. It is not always easy, to penetrate into the Mosantos' colloquies Eheh eheh... *pats self on the back*

By good effort, i mean quite smooth. That was probably the 1st time I did not label a stranger as poyo. =p.

Stranger: I'm going to get a drink. Would you girls like anything to drink? coke?

Me: Yes, coke.

Stranger later comes back with 2 glasses of lemonade.

Stranger: I heard people saying the lemonade tastes good. So I took lemonade. Would u like to try it?

Me: No! I want Coke! [i didnt mean to be rude, i was just really really blur].

Stranger: Coke tinggal sikit.

Me: But i asked for Coke. Not lemonade.

At this super blur remark, my friends came to my rescue.

Friends: It's okay, we'll have the lemonade.

Stranger: So u still want the Coke?

Me: Yes.

3 minutes later, stranger came back with a glass of Coke.

My friends stared at me, and started making mean coke jokes. By this time, stranger had warmed up to all my friends and started calling me authoritative.

Truth be told, I honestly did not hear Stranger's suggestion to Try the lemonade. I thought Stranger made a mistake and wanted to correct him.

Friend: Moon, u didnt even say sorry...

Me: I said Thanks...

Meet my bad hat tongue, ladies and gentlemen.

Primary School Musical 1

I gave up the 14th law conference today and its utmost tasteful food for my all time favourite Sekolah Sri Petaling.

As I waited for Ryzal in the car, i heard Sean Kingston's "beautiful girls" in the air. Accompanying that loud music, were voices of children singing along to:

"Damn all these beautiful girls

They only wanna do you dirt

They'll have you suicidal, suicidal

When they say its over"

Okay, first of all, kids should Not say Damn. They cannot know what suicidal means. And they should not be taught that there are such things as beautiful girls and not so beautiful girls, i.e to be judging girls physically.

But then maybe, just positively thinking...they can improve their memorizing skills that way.

So if songs can Really perk up a kid's mind, which i do believe it would, what happened to those songs like:

"Ada seorang kawan

Namanya Ah Meng

Dia juga berkawan

Namanya Muthu

Kami berkawan baik

sama sedarjah

belajar bersama

main bersama..."

or...

"Merah, putih, kuning dan biru

warna bunga di halamanku

segar, mekar sepanjang hari

bau sungguh harum

memikat hati..."

I used to LOVE music classes back in school and i thought the black recorder was way cooler than the white ones. Today, both black & white are my favourite colours. hehe.

So as much as I would love to know that my brother is being taught to sing and is being exposed to really recent songs, I still think that teachers should stick to the syllibus. Regardless of whether these kids were the ones who probably requested for the Sean Kingston song.

And just a couple of days ago, my brother asked me what F*** means.

And i replied, "i didnt know what it means when i was ur age, u shouldnt too."

Not a very motherly answer. But, good enough to shut him up.

And then today, came another question: What is the difference between S*** and Shiznit?

I honestly dont know.

Now i live in fear thinking what other words he might learn from school. I fear having my own kid for that matter.

So I'm gonna stick to my original plan then. To have a robot maid so that it will not seduce my husband.

I am so screwed. DAMN.

shoes off, please.

Not only dont I have luck with toilets, I also create tragedies at the mosque.

Prior to the joyous hari raya celebration, I travelled 10 hours to Kelantan, and so, public toilets and mosques were too often visited by me.

Different mosques have different beautiful architectural designs, which can easily confuse my mind.

At which point should i take off my shoes, when there are millions of stairs heading to the prayer section? At what point should i start to think rationally when I cannot hold it in any longer?

So came into the mosque i did, with my shoes on. Be reminded that I was walking along the corridor when a guy shouted "Bukak kasut! Ini masjid!"

I felt so embarrassed and wanted to cry, but i wanted to pee more. So i decided to hold my tears back and not hold my bladder activity any longer.

* * * * * * *

On my way back to KL, I made a stop at another mosque. This time, i got it all right. I even placed my shoe on the shoe rack. Hehe.

In the toilet, I bumped into 3 young ladies with their shoes on. When they saw me bare footed, they quickly ran out to take off their shoes.

While other people looked at them in disgust, I smiled at them.

It is easy for others to be mad at ignorant people like us, because they dont have flaws that are visible to the naked eye.

But that doesnt mean they are flawless, right?