Oh shoots, it's time to update again

This blog is dying, and it's making me sad.

In fact, talking about death makes me sad. I wouldn't want anyone I know to die (seriously!!), but lately I've been having a lot of dreams where my teeth keep falling out -- and then I wake up with a drool puddle on my pillow. I'm disgusting, I know, but I have a point here besides wanting to gross everyone out so that they stop bugging me on YM and Friendster about wanting to "nak berkenalan". But the point is: Mama says when you dream about your teeth falling out, it means someone you know is going to die.

But don't worry, people I know! There is only a positive correlation between my teeth-falling-out-dreams with (drum rolls, please!) my scheduled dentist appointments! Woooh! So I really can't say I have The Gift of Foresight, I'm afraid. Just The Gift of Saying The Wrong Things At The Wrong Time, All The Time.

Anyhoo, guess what I've been doing on my last Sunday before my finals loom in?! Study? No, of course not, silly! I have been checking out the reviews of High School Musical 3 over at rottentomatoes.com. Holy crap, yes I'm that lame!

Troy and What's-Her-Face looking oh-sho-shickeningly-shweet-and-wholesome.

Actually, no, I'm not that lame. I can explain. Okay, I'll admit that the trailer excited the inner-dorkness that usually lies dormant within me (lights! catchy music! pwetty people!), but there was no way in hell I thought I'd ever shell out the big bucks (RM 10 is a lot okay) for something as lame-o as High School Musical 3. I mean, what's lamer than High School Musical? And in case your answer is: "spending hours of your Sunday reading reviews of High School Musical", in my defense, the reviews were funny as hell. Especially the negative ones. Go check them out yourselves.

So, it turned out Aida, my eleven-year-old sister who is as tall as I am and has an uncanny resemblance to KakZimah, wants to watch that movie. No surprises there -- Aida loves Barbies, bracelets, blusher, pink and Coldplay. So I thought, what the heck, might as well have some female-bonding thing with the sister who has been my most tireless sounding board. In the dark. Over Zac Efron's nasal singing voice.

Sigh, come to think of it, I'd rather feast my eyes on Chace Crawford.


But oh well, I see the resemblance.

And anyway, it won't be just me and Aida, so I'll probably find a way to preoccupy myself in the cinema, if you know what I mean. Muahahaha! (Ok, stop with the dramatic gasps and eye-rolling; I was just kidding). So, yeah, where was I? Oh yeah. I watched half of High School Musical 1 when it came out on TV3, and it was so crap, I wanted to barf. It was pure cheese-fest, I tell you! The book version -- which Aida bought, and I read, being a bookaholic with nothing better to do -- was way better, though it never really conveyed the awesomeness that is Sharpay and Ryan. Because those two? Are awesome. No, they are beyond awesome. They are... Jack Black Awesome. Jack Black probably has breakfast with these Wonder Twins, because They're Worth Waking Up For.


Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield just don't hold a candle to 'em.

I haven't watched the second High School Musical, though, so let's see how this one will fare, aite? Funny that these super-wholesome kids are meant to be the same age as the corrupted teens on Gossip Girl...

Hiatus? What blog hiatus? Shhhhhh!

Yeah, I KNOW I said I'd go on a hiatus from my blog because of exams and all that jazz, but, come on people, like exams stopped me last time, which was during short sem (around march to June this year, I think) aka The Golden Age of my blog. (Why Golden Age? Because I blogged. Every day. No, twice a day. I was a blogging nut. Hell, I was the Blogging Nut. And you don't mess with the Blogging Nut and her wicked blogging skills. No way, jose! Wait, what the hell? I'm rambling. OK STOP IT WOMAN).

Well, it's around 10pm right now on a Monday night, and I am freezing my baju kurung-ed ass off right now at the office. I KNOW I AM SUCH A LOSER. Monday night at the office, doing subtitles for tomorrow night's episode of 5 Jingga? (Btw, don't ask me for spoilers on how Jed and the gang is doing. My virgin lips are sealed!) Agagaga I need to get a life. A social life. One that involves seeing more than the same face for breakfast, lunch, and dinner at UIA, to the extent that when anyone else sees me, they go, "Hey, Anisah, where's [CENSORED - MUAHAHAHA]? I wanna say hi." (Just kidding. You know I love you :-D )

But seriously? I am perfectly happy with the life that I am living right now. I know, surprising, right, considering my oh-so-depressing posts of the past? But now that I reflect back on my life, I realise something; what is there to complain about? I mean, this is the final week of class, so no more having to avert my gaze from certain people! YAAAAAY! Break out the bubbly, everyone!

Then there's the fact that, even though I was severly depressed throughout most of the semester, I was able to pull all A's (oh okay, FINE: and one A-) for my mid-semester exams. Alhamdulillah. Dean's List, here I come? Here's me praying :-)

And of course, the most important reason I am happy is that, through out all the personal turmoil of this semester, there were still people who stayed by my side and helped me grow up and move on. You know who you are, and I am indebted towards you. And yes, that is including you, the faithful reader, the regular commenter. Thanks sooo much for taking the time to read my blog, and even more so if you left a comment. Comments can sure make a person's happy levels peak. Yeah, even the negative ones, because they show that someone out there cares enough.

On a serious note, looking back, there are many times I have not been proud of myself this semester. I'm not going to play the innocent victim here because, hey, there was a reason it ended this way with the two people I loved and trusted most. I've been arrogant, rude, selfish, secretive, stubborn, thoughtless and, of course, a bitch. Did my actions two months ago merit the consequences for which I am still paying now? Maybe. It doesn't matter. I'm growing up and moving on. InshaAllah, for greener grasses.

That's all for now, I guess. I have yet to finish the subtitles for 5 Jingga, and am misusing the Internet at the office, so I'll sign off now. Love you all! :-)

This blog's on hiatus, baby

Until further notice.

Final exams, they are beckoning.

But despite everything, I have never been happier :)