Crybaby

   I was out with a couple of girl friends tonight and we were just chattering away, talking about everything and nothing, as girls do. I mean, as women do. I just can't seem to be able to refer to myself as a woman, despite having passed that quarter-of-a-century mark.

   Anyway, one of the topics that came out was children. One of the girl's nephew had apparently been crying and refusing to go to play school. The first time he cried, it was apparently because his teacher had pinched him. When it kept on happening, his mother asked him why he didn't want to go, thinking that perhaps the teacher had scolded or pinched him again. His answer was unexpected and surprised his mother. He said, "If I go to school, how will I watch my 'Ultraman'?

   Kids! Love them. The other friend's nephew had to be rushed to the hospital last week because he had somehow managed to stick a piece of Lego up his nose. I remember my sister and cousin doing something similar when they were about 4 or 5. My sister had stuck a peanut up her nose because my cousin had stuck a button up hers. Go figure.

   Back to the nephew who didn't want to go to school. When I heard that little story, I was reminded of a story about when I was starting kindergarten. My mom had put me on the school bus, and when I came home from that first day, I was crying my little eyes out. Apparently, the bus driver had hit me.

   My mom was obviously furious. The next morning, she went up to the bus driver, all ready to do battle. She was all like, "How dare you hit my child. She came home crying to me."

   The bus driver denied this. He said, "I didn't hit her. She fell asleep on the bus, and I shook her shoulder and she started crying!" Poor guy.

   But I was so traumatised that I refused to ride the bus anymore. So, my poor mother had to carry me to school everyday [quite a distance away, I was told] and I would be bawling, begging her not to take me. This happened every day of the week, except for Friday. And that was only because, according to my father, who was laughing hysterically while telling me this, I was asleep when she took me in, and when she picked me up, I was still asleep.

   Old habits die hard. To this day, I still love to sleep. My name is Badriyyah, and I'm a sleep-o-holic. 

   Oh, dear. I've just had another thought. I've been told that however naughty you were as a child, your own child will be 10 times worse. Karma, and all that. Hmm... 

Ode To Blogs

   I like blogs. Sometimes I love blogs. 

   This is because...  

   Blogs provide an outlet for me to rave or rant.

   Blogs are a way for me to keep in touch with friends, near and far.

   Blogs allow me to be a busybody without anyone having to know about it.  =P

   [Well, they do now, but what the heck.]

   Blogs let me feel like the [wannabe] writer in me. 

   And also lend me the delusions of grandeur to spice up my otherwise rather blah days.

   So, here's to blogs! Cheers!

   

Stripped

Waited a long time for this

Feels right now

Allow me to introduce myself

Why don't you come a little closer

I'd like you to get to know me a little bit better

Meet the real me

Sorry you can't define me, sorry I break the mold

Sorry that I speak my mind, sorry don't do what I'm told

Sorry if I don't fake it, sorry I come too real

I will never hide what I really feel

No way, oh

So here it is

No hype, no gloss, no pretense

Just me

Stripped

[Artist - Christina Aguilera] 

Gold Coins

   This happened when I was still a student in Swansea. I was out with some friends; it was a Saturday, so four of us girls decided to head out to the shops.

   Now, I am obsessed with make-up. Ironically, I hardly ever wear make-up [strictly due to laziness, and also, now that I'm back in sunny Malaysia, I really don't want to deal with make-up melting issues]. But I have folders of make-up looks I loved, torn out from magazines. 

   Anyway, the four of us passed by Boots and I wanted to pop in to look at the make-up section because on that day, I felt like I really needed some beige eyeshadow. This set off a chain reaction of make-up buying. I got my beige eyeshadow, and an emerald shadow because I just couldn't resist, and the other girls got blushers and mascara and whatnots.

   When we were done, we headed to the cashier. Now, I had this habit whereby I just had to have the money ready in my hand before I got to the cashier. I think I owe this to shopping at Tesco and this innate fear of making the people behind me wait longer than necessary because I didn't have my money ready.

   So, on that day, I had my coins ready. I think my make-up came to just a little over 5 pounds [cheap, I know], and I had a whole load of coins in my purse. However, I was struggling holding on to the coins because I was also holding my make-up. Then of course it happened. My coins slipped from my palm and scattered all over the floor, rolling under shelves.

   My friends went chasing after the coins, and we managed to recover most of them, except for a 2 pounds coin. Now 2 pounds, when converted, comes up to almost RM14, which, to a student overseas, is still quite a lot of money. So I got down on my hands and knees and peered under the dusty shelves.

   After about 5 minutes of searching, I decided to give up. My friend told me to wait and persistently went on looking under the different shelves. It wasn't looking likely that we would find the missing coin, so I went over to the counter to pay. Just as I was about to get my purse out, she yells out in excitement. Apparently she had found my little gold coin.

   She reached under the shelf and in her hand is a shiny gold coin. A SHINY GOLD FOIL-WRAPPED CHOCOLATE COIN. This obviously set off the others and they just pissed themselves laughing. I couldn't stop laughing either. 

   Anyway, I paid up, went over to the others and continues to laugh for a few more minutes. My friend told me to just keep the chocolate coin as it cost me 2 pounds, and that I should eat it.

   Seriously, it could have been there for MONTHS or even YEARS. Euw...

 

Sometimes...

   Sometimes I wonder...

   If the tables were turned...

   And I did the things the other person did...

   How would the other person feel?

Fish!

   A little fishy was sleeping. Poor little fishy was so tired and really needed the sleep. The little fish had been up all night playing [silly] games.

   Then the little fishy's mommy walked into her room and gave her mobile phone to the little fishy.

   The little fishy's mommy asked, "Why is your

 friend calling me on my phone?"

   The little fishy was disoriented from having her sleep interrupted and confused by the question as she has her own number and would never pass out her mother's number. She took the phone anyway.

   "Hello?"

   "Hello, XXXXX. It's XXXXXXX."

   "I'm sorry. Who?"

   "Is this XXXXX?"

   "Yes. Who is this?"

   "It's XXXXXXX."

   "Erm, I don't think I know you."

   "Where is this?"

   "XXXXXXXX."

   TOOOOOOOOOOOOT.

   "Hello?"

   "Fish!" The little fishy cursed. "At least have the decency to say sorry, I've got the wrong number." "Fish, fish, fish!"

   Needless to say, the little fishy was not happy with (1) having her sleep interrupted, and (2) having her sleep interrupted to talk to a rude cow. 

   What a coincidence that the little fishy's name was the same name as the one the rude cow was looking for.

   

This Is What We Did Last Night... Yummy Yumminess!

Ismin picked me up from my house...

Then, we went to Old Town Coffee in PJ...

Where we totally pigged out...

While we waited for Iskandar to get there...

Oh, I forgot to take pictures of the ice-cream toast...

Of Spas + Stress

   I want to go to Bali.

   My mommy wants me to go to Bali.

   I want me to go to Bali.

   I want to go to the spas and get massages and facials.

   I also want to sit by the pool and read 'chick lit' books and fashion magazines.

   I want to get a makeover and relax.

   But, I have no one to go with.

   So, my blog will get a makeover.

   I still want to go to Bali, though.

   Anybody want to go with me?

   I really do want to go.

   I need a girly girls' holiday.

   

Two Ladies Who Lunch

   "Hello, dah-ling! *kiss, kiss* How abso-lutely fabu-lous of you to take the time from your busy, busy, busy schedule to see little old me!"

   "You look simply di-vine! Have you lost weight? You're absolutely glo-wing! Oooh, and I a-dore what you're wearing!"

   Meanwhile, the lunch sits cold on the plates in front of them. What a waste.

  

Pointing The Finger...

You know the saying, "When you point a finger at someone else, there are 3 fingers pointing back at you?"

That's to remind you that before you say someone else is this or that, you should take a look at yourself first.

To avoid getting any fingers pointed at you, maybe next time you need to ummm, point someone out, gesture in their direction with your palm and all your fingers flat out, instead of pointing.

This way, you are not reminded by those 3 annoying fingers of yours.

Besides, it is rude to point at people.