When youre totally sure youll never meet him again

only to find out that youre wrong.

Seriously right, how awesome is that? But we'll get to that later.

Im so angry at myself for not going to the sembahyang hajat ceremony at Khairi's school last night. I havent been very religious lately. As a matter of fact, I never have but that's another story. Because this morning Ive found out that it's my first day of menstruation (joy joy) and looking at all the possibilities, what if I'd died while having my period. Wouldn't it be great to know that at least I did some serious praying before that? Menyesal menyesal. LOL. Im such a freak. Im aware of that.

Oh and before I found out the whole period cycle this morning, I pretended to think its actually Saturday instead of Friday (and went back to my beauty sleep. tee hee) as a reason to skip school. Forgetfulness (acceptable reasoning, my ass). Since every morning Im the first person to wake up (and in charge in waking everyone up), its very easy to commit such crime. And we are talking about MY idea of a crime here people, which consists of drinking the milk straight out of the carton, staying at Iz's class for the eleventh period, and accidentally perasan mommy's DKNY perfume is mine. So yes, skipping school with shitty reasoning is a crime considering I made Khairi, Imran, and Hafiiz ponteng as well for not waking them up too=) Im the best sister ever. But it'll take some time for them to realise that of course.


Lisa (my bestest friend since like, ever. But now separated by sempadan Negeri Sembilan Selangor) tried calling couple of times. Poor girl, she never knew that I don't answer calls from unknown numbers. I know I know u called with your housephone darl (no wonder the number looks familiar doh) but too bad its not in my contact list. When (at last) I picked it up, she told me that the Puteri Gunung Ledang theater is tonite at 830pm with a tone. Yes. A tone. Like the penat tone u make when you cant reach that particular person because the network coverage is super low. Sorry girl. You looked hot tonite btw=) So when I called her again to ask her if she needed my hairdryer to set her hair, her dad was on the line. Its so sweet to know that her dad still remembers me (and my voice!) despite the fact that I don't talk to him. That much. Ngeh. Sebab I overheard he shouted "Marlisa!! Hanis ni!!! KOT!" LOL. He's adorable.

It was such a wonderful evening. Everyone there(Istana Budaya) is formally dressed, VIPs sons are hot hot creatures, my hair stays the way I wanted until the end (macam taw2 je malam penting. bagus bulu rambot), the theater sangat splendid, the hero sangat handsome, and bilek air sangat penoh and the dewan sangat penoh. And OMG! Remember the title (rujuk title jiwang di atas) I posted? Ok here it goes, me, Lisa and Lily (Lisa's very cute friend) were seated second row from the front which is very annoying sebab jantung gegor2 bila drum bukan maen semangat lagi dipukul-pukul. We didn't get to see the face of the drummer of course kerana he's like facing the play? Duh. Anyway, he had very curly hair (yang sangat besar) so i thought like, hebat pula orang tua gemok ini bermain deram. Lisa thought the same too! Wah. When the play ended siap standing ovation segala, we went outside since Lisa's mom knows the Tiara family very well (she's the secretary for that Affendy guy, Tiaras husband FYI), we had to wait for her doing some catching up with Tiara and taking pictures and signing posters and, ok lame. That's when Lisa said "oh that's the drummer guy??" which made me turn around, and I saw the hair, and yes it is him. When HE pula turned around, oh my God! It is him! That guy I met in ASK (akademi seni kebangsaan) while on a drama course, he's one of the students there and I was like drooling over him (without him knowinglah) ever since that day. I always thought like pfft wth I'll never meet him again. And there he was! With his big hair! Sweaty tired! After some awesome drum playing session for PGL! Hugging another girl! Oh babi. Luckily the girl is a fugly bitch (I mean no offence, standing next to that beautiful creature, everyone is fugly, even that handsome PGL hero) or else I would have to smack her face with my incredibly pointy heels. And judging by their body language(eceh) they are not an item. It was more like a hey-you-did-a-great-job-with-the-drum-my-friend hug. Phew. I would like to thank Allah for letting me meet him the second time. I guess if you believe in something and hold on to it, one day it'll come true. Thank you God ever so much. Please please let it happen again (and this time give me the courage to make the first move). I promise not to secretly curse my Math teacher that often. Please. Lisa snapped me some of drummerboy's photos (Lisa I love you for that more than I love you for getting me free tickets, LOL) but Im too lazy (and clueless) to upload it here.


THIS IS MY FIRST BLOG. woohoo. I've always wanted a blog since everyone's so into it. Hmph. Jealous. Ngee. I crap a lot. Its good to know there's a way to crap a lot, online.

I've found my tall-curly-haired-drummer-boy (or should i call him our local Fab Moretti?), have you found yours? (intentionally asking Raja). Toodles<3