Hi-5!

I got tagged by Galadriel! Ok, so here goes.

5 things in my handbag/bag ::

my handphone, my watch, a compact mirror, my lip gloss & my purse

5 things in my purse ::

pictures, cash, coins, restaurants’ membership cards & clothes’ tags.

5 things in my favourite room ::

Papa’s laptop, my magazines, my beloved books, my ‘boombox’ & my television.

5 things I would love to do ::

go shopping with my close friends

stop soaking myself in go-karting

learn to play the drums

learn 5 languages, French, German, Spanish/Italian, Greek & Latin.

live my dreams

I am currently ::

finishing my ‘Harry Potter’ series

’studying’ for my final exams this year

learning Blues, Rags and Jazz tunes for my piano lessons

blogging more often then I use to

addicted to 5 popstars, Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Vanessa Anne Hudgens, James and Oliver Phelps.

Now, my job is done here. Only 1 last thing to do, tag 5 other victims! Mwahahahahaha - cough, cough. Sorry. Anyways, my 5 victims are, tat-ta-da-da! ::

Aunty Elviza, Aunty Nuraina, Acciacatura, Aunty Ano & Daphne Ling.
Sorry you guys, just had to do it! *evil look*

And not to forget, HAPPY RAMADHAN to all Muslims!

To Be or Not to Be……

To be or not to be a kid? What I’m trying to say is, I want to be half-kid, half-teen and even quarter-adult. Get it? Okay, maybe not. I mean I still want to be a kid, because when I was a kid, before August 1st 2000, I was the only child, grandaughter, grandniece and technically ‘everyone’s kid’. I got all the attention I wanted, all my grandaunts, granduncles, aunts and uncles ‘tompang’ me. That means I even got somebody else’s attention. But on August 1st 2000, my cousin on my dad’s side was born. Then all the attention I got also went to Nur Izzati Balqis bt Mohamed Najib. Then another girl was added to the family, Aliya bt. Azry when I was six. Six months later then came Noraini Zuleikha bt. Mohamed Najib. Too many younger kids around me now. I wish I am still like them. That’s my want-to-be-a-kid part, understand?

My want-to-be-a-teen part is to have make-up, go shopping with my close friends in one of the mega shopping complexes and do the teen stuff, you know? Well, some of them I’m not allowed to do now. I was once allowed to go with my 16-year-old aunt-cousin, Lina, her cousin, Shia and their boyfriends to go to One-Utama the New Wing to watch ‘Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End’. As I watched them, they got to buy clothes, but make-up and the teen stuff like in movies. Papa and Mama might not allow me to do it but maybe half of that stuff. So that’s my want-to-be-a-teen part.

My final want-to-be part, an adult is so that I have money to buy anything I want, if I can afford it that is. I get money and get to play with my handphone as much as I want, I can buy make-up as much as I want, and you know, adult stuff.

So I can’t make up my mind at this moment. Now, ever since I watched Harry Potter. I am wishing I’m a witch that can conjure magic. I guess I just have to face the fact that some things aren’t gonna happen. Oh well!

Mind Your Language

Papa recently introduced the complete “Mind Your Language“ series to me. It is about a teacher, Mr. Jeremy Brown, the principal, Ms. Courtney, the tea-lady, Gladys, the school janitor, Sid and 10 students, Giovanni Capello (Italian), Maximillian Papandrious (Greek), Anna Schmidt (German), Taro Nagazumi (Japanese), Jamila Ranjha (Indian), Juan Cervantes (Spanish), Ranjeet Singh (Punjabi), Danielle Favre (French), Ali Nadim (Pakistani), and Chung Su-Lee (Chinese). In the second season, 2 new foreigners join the class, Ingrid Svenson (Swedish) and Zoltan Szabo (Hungarian).

My favorite character is Giovanni, Max (Maximillian), Juan, Ingrid and Zoltan. My favorite Giovanni episode is “Queen for a Day”:

Sid : Mr. Italy!

[Giovanni comes out with the 'Mafia' outfit]

Mr. Brown : Giovanni, are you representing Italy or the Mafia?

Giovanni : I’m representing Sicily.

My Memories with Tun Dr. Mahathir

Papa said that Tun Dr. Mahathir will be doing a heart surgery tomorrow, done by Tan Sri Dr. Yahya Awang. He is 82 years old and he might be the first 82-year-old Malaysian doing this risky operation.

I remembered the first time I met him was when he had a Hari Raya open house. I was quite small, 4 years old. I brought my IKEA-toy kangaroo, “Kangaroo”, along but I myself don’t know why. He talked to me and put the duit raya inside Kangaroo’s pocket in the front.

Another time was when it was his grandson, Misha Hakeem’s birthday party. It was a costume party. I was dressed as the Blossom, the leader of the Powepuff Girls.
Then, it was when I collected money for the Pakistani Earthquake victims. I had a collection box made from a tissue box and I explained to him because he asked what the ‘box’ is all about. He immediately took out his wallet and put RM30.00 inside the tissue box I was holding. Actually Papa earlier handed a check to Dato’ Mukhriz for the amount of RM 845.00 (the amount of cash collected through the ’tissue box’) to be given to Peace Malaysia for the Pakistani disaster. Because Tun Dr. Mahathir put in money, the collection box ‘moved on’ and managed to collect few more hundred Ringgit that night alone.

The last I met him was at Dato’ Mukhriz’s Hari Raya open house, last year. We took a picture with him and afterwards, Papa discussed with him on something I don’t understand. Papa also said later that night, he had a heart attack and was hospitalised.

Papa said he was the Prime Minister of Malaysia for a long time, much earlier before I was born. When he retired, I was still in standard one and I don’t know anything. Now that I am older, my parents explained to me things and events that I missed. I read a lot about him in my Lat collection and its funny. What I can remember about him was he is very friendly to me, even though I am a small child.

A Wet, Wet Go-Karting Time

Papa brought me go-karting again today but my luck today was ‘better’. The track was a bit wet and there were puddles every where. I knew what was coming but by the 6th or 5th round, I got soaked by accidentally driving into a big puddle. That wasn’t all.

The second last round was worse. I was watching carefully in-case I got wet again - which I don’t intend to - and…..SPLASH! Wet, again, and to top it off, I ran into the stack or tyres because I couldn’t see things that well at the moment because my helmet was wet.

As I neared the starting and finishing point, I had to go into the pit to change my helmet. Papa said I wasn’t go-karting anymore but a Formula 1 driver instead, since I had to be stopped.

Better luck next time!