One year older.

Do you guys remember Yuni? That bastard I told you guys about? The one who made me introduce myself in front of the whole class during my first semester? Yap, that one. As some of you guys might know, I call her Kekanda and let's keep it that way, shall we? We shall. 

Anyways, three days ago, 25th May, my kekanda turned 19 and I did a little something for her birthday. 

My love. Obviously talking about the ice cream, duh.

She went to Indonesia for her sister's graduation day, so, she won't be around (at University) until three days ago. I was so happy to find out because the timing would be juuuuust perfect! By the time she gets here (still talking about University), it would be on her birthday and I would have enough time to prepare whatever that needs to be prepared for the surprise.

A few weeks before her birthday, I asked her to make a list of things she likes- it doesn't matter what it is. It could be a brand, a color, or even a name- nope, definitely didn't look for my name. She listed quite a few and I picked 4 from the list to give her as her birthday gifts- Bath & Body works lotion, Pizza, Waffle and A poem. But me, being me, extra generous and not basic, decided to add another one because 5 is an odd number and my kekanda is an odd person. Don't ask me why.

This crumpled paper is my only reference for the surprise... what an ugly handwriting, should have asked her to type it out instead. Hehe.

As her 5th gift, I gave her a jar of memories. She was turning 19 and the jar contains 19 pieces of small papers with 19 memories written on them. I took my time on recalling all of my favorite memories with her and I realized most of the memories were the funny ones. And speaking about that, if it's one thing that you have to know about Yuni, it's definitely the fact that she. is. hilarious.

I put all these on her bed on the evening because she told me that her flight was at 1 p.m, so, I was expecting to see her on the evening but by the time she arrived, the waffle wasn't crunchy and the pizza wasn't hot anymore. Its okay, I still am. 

I also cheekily slipped a poem and a letter in an envelope. It took me about an hour to write her a poem. It was my first time writing a poem and I think I did okay...

What do you think?! 

Anyways, to my Dear Kekanda, happy 19th birthday! ❤️

Sweater weather.

Good morning! 

It's only 7 in the morning now and the reason why I'm up so early is because I went to bed early last night so I'm well rested and couldn't go back to sleep- although, the weather at the moment is definitely the weather to sleep in. Yeap, it's raining. I don't think I've ever mentioned this before, but I love, love, love rain! I welcome the rain at any time, any day (except when I wanna do laundry). I also planned to jog this morning but then again, the sweater weather. So, instead of not doing anything, I thought, 'why not blog?' 

I have to many things to tell and honestly, there have been so many things that happened in the past 2 months and I don't know where to begin. Okay la, let me just summarize and do a short list:

1) I turned 19 last month. (Will definitely blog about this.)

2) My Uni friends and I went to 3 Sungai(s) in a month. (Vlog coming soon!)

3) Did a birthday surprise for one of my housemates.

4) Hiked for the first time @ Broga Hill.

5) Fasted for almost a month. (4 days left to complete a month)

6) I had my finals 3 days after my birthday.

And speaking about finals, Alhamdulillah, my result for last semester is so satisfying. I got into the dean's list again and I couldn't be any happier! I also had 3 weeks off from University and now I'm back in- first class of this semester actually started yesterday and I'm hoping for the best since it's gonna be my last semester for foundation before I continue for my degree and to be completely frank, I'm half excited and half terrified.

Also, my friend, Wan Zalikha turns 19 today! Happy birthday, dear one. ❤️

The unknown number.

Wow. My last post was in March. I apologize for that but I've been really busy and a lot of things happened in April and I am going to make it up to you guys by writing on what had happened in April. However, today's post was gonna be based on what had happened yesterday. It's gonna be a short post as today is laundry day and I have so much to do. Nak nangis pls.

On 18th April, an unknown number whatsapped me at 1 in the morning. The sound of the whatsapp's notification woke me up. (I am a light sleeper, you guys) I was so sleepy and tired but this unknown number sent me a one word message that managed to keep me up for the next 20 minutes until I decided to go back to sleep again. "Hancur." That's what he sent me. As scared as I was, I was still curious to find out who was it. I replied a question mark. 13 minutes after that, he replied with another one word message. "Sha". And me, being me, half sleepy and half curious, I replied with another question mark. 

The next morning, he sent me another message, only this time, it was my name. "Tasha". I remembered being not in a really good mood that day as I was having my period. I replied another single question mark. In my bloody opinion, 3 question marks symbolize curiosity and how done I was with his game. He didn't reply for the next 4 weeks. A day after, I told my friends (Sya and Iman) about this person. We decided to give this person a call. And we did. We called using Sya's number and I heard his voice for less than 10 seconds. He hung up right after I said "Hello, nak cakap dengan.." We were positive that he might recognized my voice and knew that it was me.

On 18th May, 2 days ago, he came back. He sent me a two words message this time. It was "Oi Amira" I remembered cringing so hard because his comeback was on the same exact date a month ago (this asshole is a consistent person, I am impressed) and he called me by my first name, damn. I hate my first name. Yesterday, I went out with my other friends (Emy, Filzah and Wan) I told them about this guy and how familiar his voice is but I can't seem to point out who he is. Filzah suggested we called the guy again, using her number, this time and I agreed. And so we did.

We called him twice and he didn't picked up his phone. Just as we were about to give up, he sent Filzah a text saying "Sape ni?" We ignored the text. He sent her a whatsapp message right after that, asking the same exact question. We ignored again. A few minutes after that, he called. Right before we answered the phone call, we had a little discussion with each other. First, the call has to be put on a loud speaker so that everyone could hear his voice in order to recognize this guy. Second, Filzah has to pretend as if she was calling her friend and got a wrong number. AND OUR PLAN BLOODY WORKED. He believed it and I got to hear his voice again, only so much longer this time. Sadly, I still couldn't tell who he is. 

And right after all the chaos, we decided to let things go. But this guy didn't stop right there. He called Filzah again. "Hello?" Filzah said. No respond from the guy. "Hellloooo?" Filzah said again. Took him awhile before he finally said "............mungkin ini jodoh kita............" 

Damn, we laughed like hell. 

To the guy: Dear Asshole, there is a 99% chance that you might read this because you seem to look like a lifeless stalker but if you are, do know that I've always known that you are an asshole, didn't think that you would be a funny one. Haha. Also, your game is pathetic and I play your game better than you do. I still have a little mercy left in my heart to not expose your number but I might just do that in the future because I am unpredictable, unlike the dates in those 2 months you whatsapped me. Looking forward to 18th June now. 

Ants-ed.

OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. I have a new enemy, guys. I am not kidding you, a few minutes before I started to type this post, I was dealing with one of the most stressful things that could possibly happen to anyone. Okay, let me start- bismillah. I hope I don't curse a lot in this post. What the hell, who am I kidding right. Anyways, initially, (about 20 minutes ago) I wanted to blog about someone, an experience, a heart break to be precise and I was so in the mood for that. So then, I reached my laptop and switched it on. My eyes were glued to the screen until I had to type my password, when I looked down at my keyboard, it was full and filled with ants. Those fucking tiny useless creatures.

The problem was solved but as I'm typing, there's still ants coming out from the inside of my keyboard. Hamagad. Back to the story, as soon as I saw the ants, as usual, I panicked. Thank god for my housemates as they were very helpful and helped me to get rid of the ants (most of them, at least) We called Yuni and asked her to bring her ridsect and I sprayed it on tissues and put the tissues on my keyboard for like about 15 minutes. It works, I guess. I cringed like a mad person throughout that stressful 15 minutes but alhamdulillah, I have my laptop all to myself again now! Dear Ants, please take note, I do not like to share, thank you.

Uhh hello, somebody please get me this?

But anyways.. it's already 1 in the morning and I am so goddamn sleepy- I have class at 9 AM tomorrow... or today? Its today. I'm going to write about the things I wanted to write earlier, soon. I promise. 

Until then... good night!

P/s: I had two tests today (didn't really go well) & I'm on my second day of period. Shitty day.

Leh.

Warning: This is not an interesting post to read. 

Wow Tasha, what a way to start a blog post. Anyways, here I am sitting on my housemate's bed and blogging- killing time. I have a test on phonology tomorrow and I promised myself to start studying at 2. Let's see if I can keep my promise. Also, I am fasting and I have been fasting for about a week now. *pats myself on both shoulders* I have completely nothing interesting to share but I am in the mood of converting my thoughts and feelings into words. So, excuse the boring ass post. But hey, at least I've warned you.

 If I am to be completely honest, I was feeling so shitty the past couple of weeks. I have been ignoring phone calls and whatsapp messages. I'm sorry. I don't know what had gotten into me. I was not in the mood of doing anything at all. I feel homesick and I miss my family/friends. I didn't skipped classes but I feel like shit- I was there but I feel like I wasn't there. Nothing gets in my mind. I am losing my focus and nothing seems to excite me. Everything seems dull and plain and boring to me. Fortunately, I am spending my weekend in Shah Alam. Meaning, I get to see all of my favorite faces and places. My father is going to fetch me up tomorrow and I have never been more excited. 

However, I am fully aware of the fact that I need to get back on track and I will, somehow, someway. Changes are definitely crucial because let me tell you, this feels a lot like depression and it ain't fun. I am always looking forward to go back home and I don't want to feel like that. I want to enjoy every second of my life. Yes, it's normal to feel homesick, I get it. But, if the thought of how exciting it is to be at home right now stuck in your head every single day, it's not healthy and you have to do something about it. I don't know how to say this I miss the feeling I had back in my early Uni days. I was so content, happy and excited with my studies, friends and even petty things!

Damn it. I'm losing myself.

Will you be my valentine? ❤️

It has been exactly a week after Valentine's day and only today, I received my valentine's gift...

 There's a story behind this pizza and I'm about to spill every details to you guys.

Are you ready... to die... because of... diabetes?!

Hashtag sweetness overload. Just kidding!

Iman had a heart and lungs surgery a few days before Valentine's day and I was thinking of giving her something on V-day since that would be the day I would see her again. When I told her I was going to give something to her, she said, "What is it? A eulogy?" As soon as I read that text, my heart dropped. "What the hell is a uelogy?! This asshole better not type in French again." And as usual, I googled the meaning. Dumb kid alert.

Jokes aside, I made her a mixtape and gave her a letter. I'll let the photos do the talking.

And as return, she gave me a box of happiness (pizza). Current emotion: happy.

Are we Fergie enough?

Back in 2010, I was a hardcore fan of Fergie. She has a song called Clumsy and I remember how much I loved the music video. If you haven't watched it, click here. So basically, the video shows how clumsy Fergie is because she was falling in love. However, my friend and I (Khaliesah), we don't need to fall in love or men to be clumsy. We... were naturally born that way.

So yesterday, I went out with her (I am on my chinese new year's break). I fetched her up at a mall and as soon as she got into my car, her first question was "Did I.. lock my car?" I smiled, knowing that I have officially reunited with my clumsy soulmate. I continued driving until we reached a toll, I reached out for my smart tag and... nothing happened. "No smart tag.", it said. Damn it, I thought. I started to panic because I've never experienced this before but I looked to my side and there Khalie was. She was looking for something in her wallet (imagine her doing this but, in a rushing kind of way) And guys, believe it or not, I stopped panicking. Hahaha simply because she panicked even worse than me. "NAHH AMBIK TOUCH&GO I, AMBIKKK!" So I took her card and tap it on the surface but we still couldn't get through. (Let me remind you we were in a smart tag lane) "OMG KEDEPAN KAN KERETA YOU EH NO, REVERSE!!!" And just as I was about to shift the gear, she took my smart tag and put in on the dashboard. We finally got through and I couldn't tell you how funny Khalie's face was. (It was priceless, I wish I stopped the car and took a photo of her face) She had that face where she looked like she was so relieved because she just gave birth or something... and the baby survived. 

Moving on to the the next clumsy part of the outing... We were in Lovisa (a shop that sells accessories like rings, necklaces, etc), I was looking at all those gorgeous rings and the next thing I knew, her finger was stuck in a ring she tried on earlier. This time, she was making a different kind of face. The kind that "I accidentally killed someone but I know for goddamn sure that I'm about to get arrested and I am freaking out because I used my mum's kitchen knife to stab the victim and I didn't asked for her permission." In another words, there is no way out. Like, literally. Hahaha. Unless we had a lotion or some kind of a lubricant (which we obviously didn't have). I was laughing like a mad person through out her struggle of getting her finger out. Whenever I tried to help her, I would look at her funny face she was making and then I stopped helping her and decided to do what I could do best: laugh. (Did try to help like.. twice) Also, in the middle of Khalie's panicking, she said "Takkan I kena beli kot?! Dah la tak muat!" I laughed even more because imagine if she were to buy the ring, the cashier would have to scan the pricetag on the ring... on her finger. Hahaha. When she finally got her finger to herself again, it was all red and sweaty. (Just how I'd look like right after I had an intense workout session.)

A few hours later, we realized that we were late to watch a movie (we watched Deadpool heckyea) and by the time we got into the cinema, the lights were already off. And unfortunately, our seats were at the front. And with that being said, since we entered the cinema using the back door, we had to walk through the stairs to get to our seats. Let me remind you, the lights were off. Khalie was walking in front of me and both of us could barely saw the stairs. I walked so slow and then... out of sudden, (you could see where this is going, right?) Khalie fell. (yap, you guessed it right.) I honestly didn't know how she fell but I mean, nothing is funnier than to see your friend fell and almost stepped on her. Hehe. And the best part was, it wasn't a quiet kind of fall. I was like, "OH MAK KAU" and Khalie tried to get up as soon as possible with the "pretend nothing had happened" face. SO HILARIOUS, I TELL YOU! 

This is the funniest part, I promise. When we were done with the movie, we decided to go home because no boyfriends = no money = no shopping. Juuuust kidding! And on our way back to home, I stopped at the traffic light as it was red. And when I looked over to my left, two guys in the car next to mine were trying to tell me something. They were pointing at the front tire. I panicked. I started to imagine all of the things that could possible go wrong with the tire. Do I have a flat tire? Is it about to explode? Is this how am I gonna die? I rolled down the window because I couldn't hear what the guys were saying and then... "Kain kawan you terkeluar. Ada skirt terkeluar." 

My face is still hurt from laughing too much.