busybusybusy… buzzbuzzbuzz… miss me yet? 🙁 just got back from m’cca and will be going out in exactly 19 mins, 43 secs. will update more later.
*sings to “… i just called to say i love you”*
*an idea strikes my mind*
becks: bii, i need to go washroom…
iskii: urgh, okay.
*walks to washroom*
*grabs phone and dials iskii’s num*
iskii: umm… yea?
becks: (singing) i… just … called *chuckles* tooo sayyy i looooveeee youuuuuuuu *chuckles*
iskii: (speechless) ummm…… ok. can i hang up now?
oiks, damn potong stim rite? lol. i walked back to my seat and we just grinned ourselves silly. my bii makes me the corniest and cheesiest person ever. oh well, what to do. we’re after all, the double cheeseburger couple. my god. *smacks forehead* i seriously need help. haha. wait, below’s another…
*hits an empty plastic bottle on the table according to the beats of some weirdass song i was singing and dancing along…*
iskii: heh. you know, sometimes you’re the most matured person ive ever met and sometimes you’re…
becks: heh. does it bother you?
iskii: *silence* nopes.
becks: *silence* is that a good thing or a bad thing?
iskii: of course it’s a good thing.
*…and we continued cuddling*
doo wee dum. that aside, im fat. and im not doing anything to stop myself from getting any bigger either. that is so so so damn sad. AYAMSEWDEMFET!!! and read this! eeks! i hope to be swimming and jogging again once my sem break starts or else i’ll soon be bigger and heavier than iskii and that is so damn wrong. this week’s frigging hectic. everything’s due on fri and im expected to be back in m’cca on friday too. airgh. *pulls hair* and mind you peeps, I AM NOT THE TYPE WHO FORGET FRIENDS. that fcking annoys me everytime someone msges me, “oh, got bf edi, lupa kawan la“. #$*@%@# *@#@#&^ *@#@#%$@. it takes two hands to clap la hello? i do ask for plans and all but nobody tells me anything. BESIDES, i dont see iskii often and EVEN if i do, it’s only for an hour or twos’ yum cha. so yea, dont msg me with that stupid line again cos i’ll fcking blow my top. thank you. *straightens skirt and smiles innocently* where was i? oh yea, busy week indeed. guess i should get going. ta!
p/s: saw a creepy accident and it’s still in my head. *shrugs* and…
doo wee dum. again and again, im constantly reminded of me being overweight. yea, im overweight, big, fat, ugly… and whatever you guys would love to add, please help yourself. seriously, do i care? no, i dont care what you have to say. i cant change if im already big-boned or if im horrendous. and in no fucking way am i ever going to put myself under surgical knives just to please YOU people. yes, i admit my weight bothers me and im not really doing much to help myself. i’ll get back to swimming and jogging once my holiday begins. *jiggles her fats around* there, TAKE THAT! now your eyes are so sored, you cant see how ugly YOU yourself are and you may continue bitching all you want. im afterall, miss fat-tub-of-lard.
that aside, im overweight. oh wait, ive mentioned that already? okay, next, im obessed. sheesh, okay, i guess after umpteen years of public reminder on what a fatty i am, i guess, it does bother me. YOU WIN! hrmphs. but im happy. are you? you may be skinny and you need lesser fabrics to make your clothings compared to me but are you happy? probably not. happiness is all that matters. and like they say, fat people are happy people. *jiggles fats again* no, im not living in denial. *makes stupid face* okay, enough ramblings.
im fcking stressed. next week: four assignments due for my advertising subject, one (and another mini one) for my media law, one for my documentary workshop, and another major one for my screenwriting subject. COUNT PEOPLE, COUNT! that’s … *counts* EIGHT FRIGGING ASSIGNMENTS! panic mode: /switched on. okay, last one before i go. toni&guy decided to do my hair for free. i was there with cyn, kylie, and kerry. after nine frigging hours (with three hours spent on each of us), all we did was cut our hairs. the dying and all those will only come in our next appointment. it’s cool though cos it’s afterall, for free. i was the only one who had william to do my hair. the rest was done by kelvin. they’re two very very funny dude. but to spend three hours on each head just for cutting, it’s a bit the ridiculous, no? hehe. and oh, bummed into quite a num of old buddies yest. hmmm… oh well, catch you all later. tata.
p/s: happy 3rd weekiiversarii, bii
okay, im fcking pissed. i hate it when i kena buta-buta. about less than ten mins ago, a fcking indian librarian (wait, he isnt even a librarian! just one of those guys who take cares of your bags while you’re in the library) had to screw me for no reason.
i handed him my number so he’d help me take my bag. im always polite, saying thank you and please and smiling widely from ear to ear. my mom didnt teach me manners for nothing, okay. as he went to collect my bag, i turned around and spotted a classmate beside me. since ive been skipping quite a number of classes, i asked her what’s up and how was the presentation ive missed and all. it was a very very short conversation. as i turned around to collect my bag, that fcking indian dood had to screw me la.
fckingindian: WHOSE BAG IS THIS?!!!!
politebecks: erm, mine?
fckingindian: THEN TAKE LAH!!!!!
*grabs bag and smiles at him*
brb, lecturer’s in class! lemme change lab.
back! where was i? oh yea… fuck you la wei. you so dont deserve my smilings okay. it’s no wonder you’re just a bag keeper. im sorry, i dont mean to be rude, especially to older indian uncles but what the heck! you probably suffered a bad day like how your wife ditched you for a cuter highschool boy or some macho hunky gardener she met at a pasar malam but it’s really not my problem and you really shouldnt be treating people so rudely. look, indian uncle, if you KNOW how to read blogs or even click open an IE, for that matter, and ever so happen come to this site when you google “rude indian bag keeper” AND my site tops the list, im sorry if this is offensive to you but hey, look who started it? be nice, uncle. have a nice day y’all. im late for my own class.
it’s 6:23am and it has been drizzling for more than six hours. lovely weather to stay cuddled up beneath a thick comforter, indeed. am still trying to attach my damn files for a classmate to print for me later today but it’s taking forever. looks like i gotta go all the way to puchong (just right before cyberjaya toll) to get my printing done. airgh. *pulls hair* anyway, below are some random quotes.
iskii: helloooooo (in the cheeriest tone ever)
becks: bonjour, bii! (trying so hard to speak in french)
becks: je’taime, bii…!!!
iskii: errr … er … wo ai ni?
LOL. damn funny wei. i had just finished watching les petites couleurs, a Swiss-made french movie right before that conversation, you see. for once, im not complaining about a french movie. in fact, im in love with international films atm. next quote is between me and ivan.
ivan: here, take this.
*hands me a packet of condom*
becks: err… for what wei?
ivan: practice safe sex la wei!
*grabs it reluctantly while smiling sheepishly*
oiks, damn shy okay. iskii says ive got protective friends. wow, ivan’s protective. aw… that’s a first. lol. ive got great friends indeed. thank you to all those who has always been there for me, through thick and thin. great friends are hard to find, people. please cherish those who have always been supportive of the things you do. they’re harder to find compared to a good bf but of course, im frigging lucky to have them both. they might not always agree with your decisions but it’s only because they want the best for you and make sure you dont get hurt. i HEART you guys. *muacks* and i HEART you, iskandar shah. happy 2nd weekiversarii.
although i was never close to david (who goes by the nick skywalker back in #mirc), but i do remember hanging out with him at starbucks mont kiara together with buggie, joe najib, marky mark and the many others who used to work and lepak there often. ive heard so much about him from my other friends too and he must be a great guy.
funeral: st. ignatius church, kj
date: oct 13, 2005
his cancer was suppose to be fine according to his blog but yesterday, i read caren’s blog and found out his condition is very bad. his liver cancer was at 4th stage. anyhow, rest in peace, david. my deepest condolences to you and your family.
and my deepest condolences to my exwallbangwallpartner, joy ho‘s dad, who passed away on sunday. *hugs* rest in peace.
funeral: st. francis xavier church, jln gasing
date: oct 12, 2005
(/edited) @ 7.37pm
hur. i got highest for my docudrama script so far. hooray. *throws confetti* good on ya, becks.
okay, no time for more words. piccies piccies, coming up! im sleepy. *snores*
as i was happily chewing on deep fried oyster mushroom with the girls, i suddenly remembered it had just striked midnight and although i was with him like a few mins ago, i texted him.
“happy 1st week anniversay, bii. *muacks*”
“haha. happy weekiversary. 🙂 i’m just upstairs y’know”
lol. *smacks forehead* yes, i know bii, but i am too lazy to walk up again and i was enjoying my fried oyster mushrooms. lol. happy 1st weekiiversarii, bii (damn, the “ii”s are getting annoying, eh?).
this week has got to be the greatest ever in my life. although it has been just less than a week, my bii has taught me a lot. and we’ve definitely shared our many firsts and lasts and more is yet to come. well, a good example would be my first time being approached by a cop and my first time being issued a fine for exceeded parking limit. haha, i lost both my “virginities” to my bii. tsk. okay, didnt sound rite. anyway, it’s 6:47am and it’s time for me to get some rest. welcome home, sabbymcgabby. nites.
currently thinking of: bii’s singing
WARNING: this is a very rare entry. becky never gets emoemo on her tickletickle (as how max and her other friends call it) site. cherish it.
i know you’ve got enough lovey-dovey dosages already from my lj and you’re prolly puking from all the ultra sweet and corny entries but trust me, more is yet to come. the past few days has been the happiest moment of my life. to have found that special someone who shares so much in common with me is such a hard catch and ive found him.
we’ve been through so many consequences, denials, and waited so long for the day to arrive and it finally came. like i say, bii, even if this is a nightmare, i dont wanna wake up. what attracted us both most was how well we could read each other’s minds. whenever i think of him, he sends me a text message. whenever i think of him, he gets up and then goes, “bii, did you just think of me?”. whenever i think of something, he thinks the same. we’re frigging psychics!!! but of course, it only happens between the both of us. we seem to be doing a lot of telepathy man. that gotta help us save some $$ on phone calls. haha. *chuckles*
i have to say, this is my first. not my first relationship but my first ever serious one. ive put so much thought about it because i dont wanna get hurt again. there were so much dramas along the journey, so much pain and heartaches caused and so many tears shed but it’s all worth it because you and i are now known as WE and US. we’re no longer two individuals but a couple. i guess this is when i can apply the 1 + 1 = 1 theory.
i may not make much sense but someday, when you find the one, you’ll know. yes, we might still have things we need to really consider but for now, i’ll enjoy every single bit of it because like what i told my bii, i dont wanna waste the moment. we’re two very corny and cheesy people and if we’re a burger in mcdees, we’ll be the double cheeseburger (pun intended). see how lame i can get? and it’s only he who can laugh at my cornyness and me, on his cheesyness. only WE can understand the language of the kii kii klan. thank you bii. thank you for making me realise how much ive needed you all this while. im sorry for all the pain ive caused you. let us put our past behind and cherish this moment. love you, bii. i seriously do.