Smitten

DON'T COUNT ON THE 1ST ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION, PEOPLE.

I did it.
I SMSed him last night. Twice - once saying 'hi', and the other saying 'good night'.
I wasn't expecting any reply from him. At all.

Then, around noon today in the lab, my phone beeped.
An SMS from him.

I went: "BOINGGGG!"

Sangat O-My-God.

Then, after the shock wore off, biaselah.
SMS between strangers. Name sape, tinggal mane, berape adek-beradek etc.
But he guessed me right!
Bulls eye!

"U d girl yg beli keyboard casio hari tu ke?"

Berderau jantung ni bagai ape je.

How could he know??
He said that I 'pandang him semacam that day'.
Erkk.
I do that kind of thing?

It turns out that I am some sort of a paedophile,
because he is just SEVENTEEN years old.
I am having a frisson for a kid who just finished his SPM.
He looked so mature!
And I'm as old as Mother Theresa.

He's cute.
He's flirty.
He plays the piano/keyboard, guitar and harmonica.
He's TALL. I wore my 4inch heels that day, and he's still taller than me.

But he's still a kid.
His MySpace page shows that.
His SMS language pun saya tak faham.

Adoilah..
What's happening to me?

In Possession!

WANTED: MUSIC KEYBOARD

I'm loving the features (I should be, because it costs my mom a nuclear bomb - in Dinie speak) which include:

-61 full-size keys (very piano-like keys)
-514 Tones and 20 Rhythms (wide selection of tones including stereo piano and synthesized sounds; drum sets, and much more-although tak pakai sangat lah yang drums tuh)
-Touch response for full musical expression (the sound depends on how hard you hit the keys)
-USB port for easy connection to a computer (download lagu senang!)
-Metronome (very helpful for someone like me who tend to play to her own beat!)
-Recording features (for reviewing the blunders I made while playing)

..and among other things.

See how the keys shine?

Oh, and it doesn't hurt either that the pseudo-Chinese guy (he's a Malay) who attended to me at the store is ultra-cute too!

And with a name that I don't quite like if it's anybody else's. But for him, the name and the guy matches perfectly, in a quirky-but-cute way - BUKHARI, which by the way, the Chinese uncle, the towkay of the store pronounced as 'Bakari'.. *grins-because his name is just perfect for him, not because that uncle doesn't know how to pronounce his name*

I'm borderline being idiotic here, because 1- I know his name, and 2- I have his phone number, which my mom 'conveniently' asked for that day (knowing well that I thought he's cute).

Note: The tendency to humiliate oneself is very high and very likely, when you have a cute stranger's phone number, and your phone credit is abundant. That oneself needs to restrain from doing anything stupid, which might seem like a harmless thing to do at that time.

"Tak ade name card ke? In case ape-ape jadi nanti, senang nak contact,"

Or something like that.

Am I lucky or not to have her around?

Some mothers akan tersedak when their daughter mention anything involving a guy, but not my mom. She is something else. A mom from a different planet, but a mom nonetheless.

Did anybody notice I have 2 BSB's songs in there?

But really, I do need his number in case anything happens later on, kan?
*assures self*

Aihh.
This entry is supposed to be about my new baby.
Dinie, Dinie.
Get your mind off 'Bakari'.

p/s: Is there any chance that anybody knows him personally? He works at the music store at Ikano Power Centre. The store is near to Aussino.

We'll thank you later when we celebrate our first anniversary. *drool*

Of Victories and Defeats

My world has witnessed several glorious victories, and also heart-numbing defeats (for some), over the past week. Here are my top 2:

1. The Battle of The Two Davids


The two finalists garnered 97.5 million votes from viewers of the most popular US TV show. That's 3.75 times the population of Malaysia!

My Archie lost by 12 FRIGGIN' MILLION votes. How can he lost when his wave to the crowd in every concert seemed to trigger all the 12-and-13 year old tweens to break out into near-hysteria??? He also nailed all 3 songs during the show's finale. How can he lost to Cook??? That bugs me until now.

2. MU 1 (6) - Chelsea 1 (5) in UEFA


Yes, I admit I'm not that big a fan of football (not soccer). I don't set my phone alarm at 2 or 3 in the morning to watch some guys in shorts kick a ball around a field. I don't know all the names of the players in a team, except for the popular, pretty ones. The Mighty Beckham should come to mind when I say 'popular'. I only know latest match results from a) my brothers b) the Sports page of The Star. The one question I won't fail to ask my brother after every major match (involving MU) is: "Who scored the goals? Cristiano Ronaldo ke?"

Hence, the picture above.

Who cares if somebody said Cristiano "is an overrated, showoff, flamboyant diver"?
I know I don't!

Here's to a wonderful weekend, y'all.

Lalala~

The one thing I wish I can have right now is this:



Well, not necessarily that. I want a portable music keyboard that I can carry anywhere and play. Carry and play. All thanks to Kema, I am now eating, drinking and sleeping keyboard. She bought one for her piano lessons, while this person has a piano at home - the heavy one, and still wants a keyboard. I want a keyboard so that when I play (I play very badly, thank you, due to lack of practice all those years while I was in JB), I can plug in a headphone so that other people won't have to suffer. I alone can hear all the gibberish stuff I'll play at that time.

Anyone out there who knows where I can get a cheap used/new portable keyboard for less than, say RM400? RM300?
Please, I don't have thousands of ringgit to buy me an expensive one. As long as it has full-sized keys (61 is good enough), sounds good, preferably with a headphone jack and AC adapter, is LIGHT WEIGHT and compact, has song-recording features and built-in metronome. Back-lit LCD screen is appreciated. No need all the fancy sound effects (applause/raindrops/birds chirping or whatever). I don't think I'll ever use that. I won't be writing children's songs. Or any song for that matter.
And please, can it be black in color? Tapi any color pun boleh lah. Beggars can't be choosers, right?

I know, I know. Where can I get this keyboard, with only RM400 to spend on it?
This people, is why I'm posting this entry.

Please. Does anyone know where I can get one?

Urgh and Yeay

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr



This week is, by far the worst week of practical ever for me.
Immature staffs made a trainee girl cry today (not me). They didn't want to have to shoulder the responsibility that is theirs since the day they first worked there. So, that girl felt responsible when things didn't turn out the way they're supposed to be. It's not even her fault. The nurses screwed up with the specimen labelling in the wards.

That crying girl made me think:

"Will I cry too when I start working and I'm feeling stressed out because of my childish colleagues?"
I hope not.

"Will I last long enough to get my first pay check?"
I hope I am.

"Do I want to work in a place like this?"
Err. Next question!


On a brighter note, my favourite David in the seventh season of American Idol - David Archuleta, was one of the final two contestants (who was it who said my David was a 'chihuahua trying to be a tiger'?). He's up against David Cook, the rocker. Both of them have beautiful voices, but I think the world has enough Cooks. It needs more Archuletas.

p/s: Wanna know how deeply affected I am by his getting to be the final two? I cried buckets watching him crying when he went back to his high school. That's how affected I am by him. Plus, he's easy on the eyes too. Cute as pie.

Office Plotics

welcome to the real (read: working) life.

Office politics, schmolitics.
Or more accurately, lab back-stabbing.
And they all seem like friendly, laidback people.
Plus, I'm still only a trainee there.
Yeah yeah. Don't go telling me that industrial training is there to prepare you for the working world. I already know that from the years I've known that someday I'll have to start working. Get me?

It's just that only recently I've started to like going to work. Note the italicized word there.

Like.
Not 'like'.

Now that I have people going behind my back, making me look bad, I'm not sure I can go to work tomorrow with an open heart. I know tomorrow my smiles won't be genuine.
Who's the backstabbing bitch/guy-bitch (is there a word for this?), I'd like to know.
I wanna punch her/his face 'til the nose looks like Ashlee's pre-nose job.

Relief

HAPPY LABOR DAY PEOPLE.

Walaupun anda tidak bekerja.
Saya ber'practical' bekerja. Kinda.
Yela.
Masuk 9, keluar 5.
9-to-5 job namenye.

Semua orang di rumah bersenang-lenang.

Sangat best tak perlu berjalan ke sana ke mari di dalam makmal.
Sangat best tak perlu meng'pipette' air kencing busuk orang ke dalam tube untuk di'load'kan ke dalam URISYS 2400.
Sangat best tak perlu mencungkil stool orang untuk dibuat wet smear/untuk menentukan kewujudan 'occult blood'.
Sangat best tak perlu menukar 'gloves' setiap sejam, dimana 'gloves' akan menjadi 'soiled' dengan air kencing orang yang terpercik/tertumpah.
Lagi best tak perlu mencuci tangan dengan sabun yang mengeringkan jari-jemari lembut halus ini setiap kali mahu ke tandas/untuk keluar lunch.
Sangat best tak perlu makan tuna bun/ikan bilis bun setiap hari untuk lunch.
Yang paling penting, sangat best tak perlu berdiri sepanjang hari di makmal, kerana semua bangku yang ada akan digunakan oleh orang-orang yang menggunakan mikroskop.

Semoga hari ini akan terasa panjang.

Ironi.