soliloquy.

for the tenth of the eleventh:
happy seventeenth to the dearest sweetheart.
i could see the glow on your face and the shine in your eyes.
yes, you are awfully blessed and spoilt.










i woke up to suria's call.
she seemed genuinely surprised that i was still in bed at 9.38am on a sunday morning.
come on girl. i can sleep in till 2pm.
the game was at bishan park and i was dreadfully late.

i like the waking-up-late system.
but the get-ready-in-seconds-then-throwing-your-stuff-in-your-duffel-bag-later-grabbing-ibu's-hand-to-salam-and-dashing-out-of-the-door sucks big time.
especially when my stomach is grumbling.

okay, fine.
its nothing new for me for the past seven years.

and you always blow your money when you are unpunctual.
because the next best thing to your father's car is the cab.
he dropped me off 1km from the actual destination.
l o s t .
the tentage was nowhere to be seen la.
thank goodness for the invention of the handphone, dayah's boyfriend, hafiz and his fantastic ability to convey directions to someone whose navigation sucks big time.
i was so selengeh la.

oh all right.
the 1km distance is an exaggeration.
but let's just say that i warmed up thoroughly for that unnecessary 400m.
flushed face, sweating and panting.

we were the JJC alumni.
made me feel so damn old.
yeah okay, we are.

five on five.
in a 59ft by 79ft playing area.
10 minutes straight.
and we had no subs.

it was ludicrous how small the playing area was for 10 players.
the try area already took up 1/6 of the entire playing space.
and it took merely 2 punch ups to push the defenders to the try line.
it was almost impossible to score by side-stepping and hoping to weave your way through the opposition.
so the tries we scored were mostly dummy-half breakthroughs, ball interceptions and that one superb side-stepping and breaking through.
amazingly great games.

the guys came down to support us as well.
although some of them never played rugby.
and..
armed with their notes in hand, squeezing in time to study whenever it wasnt our game.
they provided great support, being photographers of the day, getting us bottles of drinks and carrying our belongings.

great fun.
free flow of milo from the van.
sarpino pizza, ramly burger and more at the booths.
their goodie bags were even more delightful.
mini standard charted rugby balls, battery-operated fan (batteries included), bottle of water, chocolates, pen, ringed notebook, post-its, the singapore netball magazine, vouchers and standard charted balloon bangers.

and the guys' games are always worth watching.
the pace, intensity and determination.

yeah, he was there as well.
the guys fell silent as we walked past them and i raised my eyebrow to acknowledge him.
he came up to me and we chatted.
our smiles at each other were a wordless mutual understanding.
none will ever know.

and diana's boyfriend was such a dear to drive us back to three different destinations, splashed across singapore.
despite the traffic jam at the expressway, making sure the aircon was turned on at full blast, not minding the stench of sweat, having to listen to 4 girls talking girl stuff and trying to join in our conversations.
he's really cute, even suria agrees.
thanks alot aidil.










the brother pierced his head against the edge of a wall.
a long, deep gash ran at the back of his head.
he was bleeding profusely that he soaked 5 pieces of cloth with his blood.
nana was already feeling nauseous and my eyes were glistening wet as ibu was trying to stop his bleeding.
he was brought to hospital.


during dinner at makngah's on saturday, as i related what happened to busu and cik lim, nenek said, "syaz sampai nak nangis tengok muzakkir hari tu. sayang betol dier dengan adek dier eh."

hell yeah.









i stumbled on him bare-bodied.
clearly, i was the one flushing.
i mean, there was nothing to be embarrassed about for him.
with a torso so fine like that.
well-defined and toned built.
i had no idea.
SYAZ!!
okay. i'll stop.
he merely raised his eyebrow and gave me a cheeky smile.
that left me speechless.
he has been working out, and its not ns.
i just wonder how.




decided to hit the school gym one afternoon, when the gym regular entered.
he changed his mind when he saw me.
decided on a run outside instead.
ehh??










met that girl.
and a loud exclaimation from syazana.
out of all places, at admiralty market.
its been such a long time and she looked good.
stopped awhile and chatted.









she remembers that jew while i cant forget masjid bencoolen.
ultimate coolness is not what people will normally describe a mosque, but im not exaggerating.
part of the carpark, it is located underground.
and air-conditioned.
completely dungeon-like.
for the first time, i wished we had spent more than that 45 minutes at a mosque.










i have been wasting money on ridiculous stuff.
original vcds, dvds and pieces of paper.
$84.60 worth of damage.
and he still owes me $45.80.



not good.
especially when im supposed to be saving money.












for my crib.
a condominium penthouse, please.







yeah.
i am serious.
















its that number of the month again, love.