Miss Fidz…

It’s 3 am in the morning. Means, it’s been 3 hours since I 1st tried to go to sleep. But my eyes are still wide open. I believe some of you who have me in your Facebook friends list are no strangers to my newly discovered insomnia. Ahh, insomnia ? Well, not really. I only have my insomnia in certain cases.

What cases, you might ask. Well, for me to know.

I’ve been thinking for the past 3 hours, to rest this Friendster Blog of mine at peace. I dunno, just feel like to. Actually, I’ve been thinking about it long before but I dunno why, I was always reluctant. And since I think I have the determination to tonight, don’t let it be gone with the wind… I’ve even been thinking of shutting down my Friendster account as well… But that can wait.

Before saying goodbye, I just wanna share something with you. It’s one of my favourite oldies.

And in accordance with the abandonment closing of this blog, I’m still gonna continue writing on this page though. Just letting you know if you’re still interested in following my journey so you can just do so.

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Miss Fidz

I see snowflakes in town.

Christmas is approaching.

Winter is here.

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Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn’t show signs of stopping
And I’ve bought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight
How I’ll hate going out in the storm!
But if you’ll really hold me tight
All the way home I’ll be warm

The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we’re still goodbying
But as long as you love me so
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

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—————————————————————————————-Miss Fidz

I HAD a dream.

A wonderful one. I wish I had not waked up just at the wonderful moment…

And now, I HAVE a dream, to live that Dream.

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I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream – I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream

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the ONE and ONLY …

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*Bahagia mode

How near the future can be as in now ?

I’m not gonna make a really huge come back. A decent info on amaretto suffices.

What do you know about the so-called amaretto? It sounds italian, sure enough.

The 1^st time I came across this word was in a menu in a fine petit café in a quiet little town called Besançon. The café offers a selection of 32 (if my memory is good) diverse mélanges of hot chocolate drinks. Alongside the ordinary combinations of chocolate with cappuccino, macchiato etc., are chocolate blended with caramel, nougat, cinnamon along with orange, lime and egg, red berries and also pepper. (I hope the list waters your mouth already). The list goes on, without putting aside the infamous amaretto.

At a glance, I thought it was some sort of coffee. Just like those cappuccino, frappucino, macchiato and other bizarro appellations of coffee. Amaretto, it rhymes well with the list above, no? Besides, under the amaretto, there was a little description written something like “a subtle hint of almond”. Nothing out of ordinary, right? That was where I was wrong. And I’m glad I didn’t opt for it. Because this gizmo was actually an Italian liqueur.

So, a short notice to the said café goers, if you feel like savouring a hot cup of chocolate, mind not to order the one with amaretto. Then again, if you feel like to, the choice is yours. I’m just spreading the info to whom it might concern. And if somehow, somebody “accidentally” tasted it, let me know how it was.

Wanna know more about it, click here.

Taaa~

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Cobwebs!

Vacuum~ Vacuum~

Dusts!

Sweep~ Sweep~

Mud! Yulk!!

Water, brush, water, brush.

Cobwebby, dusty and muddy : what’s left of this page since September.

Now that it’s inhabitable and unreadable, I’m just gonna do some housecleaning before making a better (perhaps) come back.

See you in the nearest future.

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P/S : I normally wrote the most when I’m in dispute with Mr. Sepet. I didn’t wanna talk to him, so I wrote to tell him how my days were going on, without telling him. The absence of new entries these past few months is indeed revealing our current state, isn’t it?

In Kota Bharu Airport, before boarding from KB-KLIA, I was unable to check-in my next flight to Paris. I was a bit worried. Anyhow, I calmed myself as Mom was there. If I did not, Mom would have been worried sick. Worrier than me myself. Plus, Akieym had the same problem with his boarding pass from KLIA-KB whilst the one from Paris-KLIA was successfully issued.

Was that just another sign…?

Speaking of Mother, she was agitating, from one corner to another, waiting for me to board. I, on the other hand, was enjoying my fried rice tranquilly in the waiting area. Dad was not on the site as he was away looking for the cells for the car. Maghrib was at 1917h, boarding started at 1920h while the boarding gate closed at 1940h. I still had time. Besides, I wished to at least see Daddy before leaving. It might be the last, right?

Mom, can you please stop crossing the room? Haesh, come, sit.

Nooo, I’m afraid you’re gonna miss the flight.

Mom, it’s seven twenty, I still have twenty minutes. Just sit down here.

Hehehehehe~

A few minutes later, Dad came into view. I was ready to go.

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We planned to head our way to Kota Bharu Airport at 1730h, as it was 1h drive from Granny’s, so I would have enough time to check-in, break my fast, get settled in tranquility before getting on the plane which was to depart at 1950h.

Dad was having a good time napping in Granny’s huge salon. I spent some last conversation with both Mom & Granny in the kitchen while Granny prepared Chinese Fried Rice for my break fast at the airport.

At 1700h or so, everything was ready. We woke dad up for him to get ready to depart. However, Daddy was so attached to the softness of the couch that he decided to indulge himself a while encore before getting annoyed by series of waking ups that he continued his slumber in the room.

At 1715h, he finally came out of the room, all set to go. Nevertheless, he came back sitting on the armchair, saying that it was still early and he was gonna take the alternative route to the airport. After tonnes of persuasion, he finally moved his butt from the chair at 1725h.

He started the engine of his old car. Then came, wooo yeeee woooo yeeee (as Alex put it) of the alarm.

Hurm, that sounds like we’re out of battery.

Oh really? Hehehehe… So, what do we do now Abah…?

Haaa! I told you we should have made our way earlier! It is so you, you never check the condition of your car before traveling!

Once out of the car, after some simple checking, it was confirmed that the green machine ran out cells.

Haaa! See, you didn’t even label the last time you changed it!

I kept my expression indifferent, like nothing happened. I didn’t think we need anymore stress in the situation. Besides, I was about to leave them for another year. A long face was just not helping. Plus, we were in the blissful month of Ramadhan. Patience was gold.

Thank God the car belonged to the family renting Mom’s what’s like a warehouse was in the compound. So we borrowed their battery. And then there were problems with the size of the spanars and all. As Dad and the neighbour were busy changing the thingamabob, I was thinking, could it be a bad sign? Maybe some “power” was giving me a signal not to leave just yet? Maybe bad luck was just in the way?

Naaah, I waved my thought away. Anyway, if I were destined to leave the world, I would, no matter how or when. So I just let people up there do their job.

Finally, at 1750h, everything was set and we were all geared up to go.

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I just realized that I placed the link to Miss Fidz on the bookmark toolbar on daddy’s desktop and I forgot to remove it.

I wonder if Daddy reads me…?

Aiseyh, do I have to censor some of the contents?

Daddy, nod your head if you read me. …….. Hurm…? Tell me if you nodded.

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I’m just a little too pale these days.

Reasons :

1. I’m shying away from the healthy sun exposure for quite some time now. I rarely go out from the quiet shelter of my turf since mid August, be it in Kuala Krai o r Besançon.

2. Fasting(?). I have an excuse for 6 days now.

3. Or rather, I’m lacking of healthy food. Yeah… Haven’t cooked anything nutritious since my arrival in Besançon six days ago.

4. Referring to number 2, I’m loosing more blood than usual. I’ll put the blame on the climate change, the diet and perhaps the medicine I’m taking.

5. On top of that, thanks to the incident yesterday. The moment before I left home, there wasn’t as much. As a result of running like a wind and jumping over the stairs like a gazelle, my panty liner was no longer a protection for my knickers. And I was so parched up.

6. What do you expect from a hot summer day?

I hate looking at myself in the mirror lately. It’s better for me to have some make-up on. But hello!! Do I really need to paint my face just to get a bottle of Milk from the Monoprix backdoor? That’s a little too Miss Plastic, isn’t it?

But the look is just so unbearable. If you’re Kristen-Stewart-pale, you’re fine.

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If you’re Miss-Fidz-pale instead, you’re so out of league!

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P/S : Mamat & Faiz teased me on having had a facial treatment back in Malaysia for they thought I had a fairer skin. Are they nuts?