i can definitely find the correlation between a well and a relationship

i never asked for birthday presents. personally, it is just rude to do so.

i never expected this year’s birthday would be THAT unexpected. it is also the year i received the most presents (since i am never a popular kid in school).

Saty, Tyiana, and Mak bought me a Sabo bracelet with two charms – a horseshoe and a four-leaf clover. all the luck that i need!

Nadia bought me this charms keychain with a letter T and Y, a black bustier dress, and a purple flowery handbag. just what i needed to personalize my car key!

Syed Yunus bought me a Britney Spears Fantasy perfume. thanks brutha!

Jim sent me a bunch of Callas – which i totally love! and that wraps up my day pretty handsomely.

oh, not to mention that nadia dropped by with her cousin, Diyana, for a birthday lunch.

and haikal treated me to a steaming hot lemon tea at As Subuh.

also those plentiful birthday wishes on facebook. thank you for making an effort to write.

all the good lucks paid off.

it went well. wasn’t attacked by any major tongue twisters.

there’s always a first time to everything. i kinda like it.

expectations

we live to satisfy others’ expectations.
even if you think you don’t.
and when you think you’ve satisfied all of them.
there would be those little maggots who kept on ticking and flicking their tongues.

life companion

i want that yorkshire terrier. and i am serious about it.

collision

my sister took my car keys along with her.

i hate it when she’s being mindless.

twelve and a quarter inch hole section

this is the second time we’re pulling out of hole for a bit change. the shale is so plastic. here’s a little summary of how it has been.

bit #1:
drilled about 300m or so. pulled out because of low ROP.  one junk slot was balled up.

bit #2 a.k.a the bad boy:
drilled 1400m ++. pulled for the same reason. two junk slots were balled.

bit #3:
will be on its way down in three to four hours from now. hopefully will drill the rest of the section to TD like a champ.

since two of the junk slots for bit #2 were balled up, our decision of running a four bladed is wise. there’ll be more area for the cuttings to pass through.

i refuse to be governed by all these material things. i do not judge them by the car they drive, by the way they dress, by the thickness of their wallet anymore. instead, i judge them by the conversation, by their intellectual thoughts, and by their honesty.

so thank you for the wake up call.

such irony

we saw this car with a sticker on its back wind shield. it reads “we are the khalifah of Allah”. i felt silent for i know i am not His best follower.

but the minute he started driving like a muther trucker, swerving left and right just to get through the heavy traffic, my respect turned sour.

Islam is full of ethics, mind you.

do you know….?

….that jealousy is the main means of homicide?

….that most people, often times, get jealous over stupid reasons?

on another note, please stop being so fake. that artificial laugh, those fake sympathies, the ultimately faux friendship. it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to read you.

best of HEALTH to you.

orally, morale

i hate ACD.

my brain is quicker than my mouth. or the other way around?

i can’t believe i survived the first week of happy hour without Abdil!

day-vacation

by far, this was the best singapore trip ever. tho it is a 24 hour trip, there were plenty of significant events.

like visiting The Icon. and staying in M Hotel (thanks to Mustaffa). and our extreme cam whoring (will be posting pictures soon). and the meet up with CSs (thanks to Mustaffa, again). and the adventure to Phuture (it sucks considering its a “bukits’ country” and the hip hop ain’t hip hop at all) but was being compensated by the “sore thumb” i met. and the ride to the airport in a Chrysler C300 (talking about riding with style…).

it was a budget trip. truly, it was fun to the bones. we are definitely doing it again when Mustaffa has finally settled there. hopefully in THE Icon.