i changed my blog skin just cause SOME PEOPLE cannot view them on their terrible firefox/internet explorer. haha

okay, so its 1.40 in the morning and im wide awake cos something really epic happened.

CAUTION: THERE'S PROFANITIES IN THIS POST COS THEY ARE TOTALLY APPROPRIATE FOR THIS REALLY EPIC STORY

ok, so me my sister and my mom went to loyang point to buy groceries.
then me and my sister, we were smelling those johnson johnson baby bath at the toiletries section.

so then i noticed got this three banglas like suddenly appear. then they walk up and down the aisle lah, passing by me all this while.. so then me and my sister were facing each other, my back was to the banglas. my sister facing me lah, so she can sort of see the banglas. soo. as they were passing by me, they deliberately lifted their LEFT hand up and touch my RIGHT butt. ok, so when the first guy did it, i thought, accidental la. but then when the second and third guy did the same thing, my sister saw what happened and she looked at me with a shock look on her face. i knew they've been doing that la. so then i said to her. "shut up, they've been doing that since just now" and walked away to the cereals section.

i was sms-ing nad and ami about what happened lah, when i saw people walking from the corner of my eye, towards me. so i looked up and saw that it was the same three people just now. so this time i was looking down and i saw one hand just reached up on my privates! so i got grossed out la. i looked up and saw that fucking bangla actually SMILE at me. oh fuck him. i walked away but his other two friends were like trying to block me, so i pushed myself past them. yeah obviously at this point they touched my boobs. (this part i didnt tell ANYONE, not even the police) so i didnt really exaggerate here.

so then my mom knew already cos my sister told her la so she was wide-eyed everything and asked, "maner dorang, maner dorang" so we searched for them, but cannot find. then she say, "nevermind, nanti Allah balas dorang" ok then my mother very epic one, she asked me, alia kau nak beli susu tak? like, so inappropriate! then when we walked to the cashier, my mother told my sister to take the telur which costs 4 bucks. wth kan. ok so all this while, my dad was at the bank at tampines. so we had to go to the waiting area for my dad. my mom told my sister to walk behind me to protect me while she go banana-hunting.

so while me and my sister were walking to the waiting area, we met those fucking banglas again. they were actually taunting me and laughing at me, those bastards. so while we were outside they follow us outside also. they were sitting near the bicycle bay and everything. they kept staring and laughing at me. i told my sister and she stared back. then those bastards laughed also. so then, while i was outside, the CHIEF bastard went in, the door was open so i could see him from the outside. he actually had money in his hand and he gestured me to come. like, im not a prostitute ok! so at which point i was so scared i wanted to cry already. then he went out again and then there was a taxi pulling up on the waiting bay. you know, tis fucking bastard actually motioned me to get into the taxi with him! WHAT THE ****.

my sister called my dad and asked where he was and asked him to come real quick. so when my dad came, that bangla was still there. by this point i was already freaked out and had started crying like crap. then i opened the passenger door and said, "abah, that guy has been molesting me since just now" and i pointed at him. at this point my dad was already half-way out of the door and asked, 'which one" the bangla was like, walking calmly to the entrance of loyang point, acting so innocent. my sister pointed out the correct one and confirmed. my dad confronted him and asked if he had molested me. the bangla replied "oh sorry sorry" my dad then said "WHAT SORRY SORRY. NO SORRY SORRY" i was so scared ah. my dad actually picking a fight with him. then the onlookers just stare never help.

then when my mom finished her banana-hunt she came out and there was this policeman who wasnt on duty(my dad found out later) asked my mom, "kak, kenapa kak?" then my mom say "he's a molester". terus that policeman helped my dad pin him to the ground. oh yes, there was another police warden who helped the policeman. the bangla tried to struggle but the policeman shouted "DONT MOVE! DONT MOVE!" i was in the car with my sister and started asking "should i call police should i call police" (just realised alot of what we said were repeated. from the sorry, to the dont move to the calling of police) so i dialed 999 and passed the phone to my dad. i sat in the car with my sister and was crying like crap. then the passer-by ah, they stare at me ley, as if i did something wrong. like wtf. and it took the police like, 10-15 mins to come. so long sia. wait like hell in the car (thank god for air-con) while waiting i stopped crying and called my siter, nenek and my aunt about what happened. busu very funny one! she can still ask me how much that guy offer me. LOL.

so anyway, after all the hulabaloo and everything. my dad found out from the police who was off duty that this bangla actually illegal immigrant ley. like, TWO-IN-ONE! so we had to go to bedok north police station (yet again!) to make our police reports. mine was the longest cos i was VICTIM. but the senior staff sergeant very nice, he say he wants to charge this guy. he told me, "if he steal your shoe, im not so angry, but he do this kind of thing, especially to a girl/woman ah, i cannot just let it happen. i want to charge him, so you have to be 100% sure that its him ah! cannot have even 2% doubt. because this guy is denying that he molested you, so if he want to fight all the way, you might have to go to the court." then my mom told me that he actually molested me more than once and the sss was like, "this guy try to be funny again ah?!" he actually looked shocked. yeah so there i was yet again at bedok police station, making another police report about another molest case. /sigh. so my sister and my dad had to make their police reports also.

oh yeah, btw. if you are like thinking to yourself, why i never shout/scream/kick his groins/slap him, my anser is i dont know why. my brain died on me at the inappropriate time.

oh and my sister heard him saying on the phone that this guy is denying that he molested me. but we are both 100% sure its him! still have the cheek to deny everything.

as for the court case, i hope that he's caught on the CCTV or something, pleads guilty so i dont have to go to court. later i get intimidated by the lawyer of the defendant how. but exciting ah, cos i want to be lawyer, and i can see how the lawyer works.

so yeah. my REALLY EPIC story for today.

oh hello.

haven't been updating much since there isn't anything exciting happening.
ok. maybe O level results.
i'm not gonna say anything about mine, just happy i can get into a jc.
anyway, congrats to my batch for making it best results in 11 years.
average of 10.8.
still, am abit jealous of shyaza's school.
i thought it was impossible to get a 9.0 for a school average. its amazingggg.

madrasah is okay, dont really need to make new friends cos ive got people from my school there,
and i know them already.
i just need to shut up once in a while cos i talk waaaaaay to much.
yeah, people who knows me knows that.

anyway i just found out mdm jayanthi is now v-p of prps. not a shock there, she told us already last year.

oh oh. thanks muhammad for prying into mr. chow's business for me! hahahahaha.
i know i kpo lah. you shuttup. and your life story very interesting. tell me more.

im going out with nadiah and amirah today, can't wait. i havent been out since prom night, you know. even during O levels results i didnt see any of my friends (cos i went home crying, of course).

ok. til next time. ta-ta!

why is it that everytime i have to come and blog about death?
it's such a morbid topic, but death seems to be busy visiting us these few months.

first it was Ilyana's nenek.
four days later, my datuk.
forty days later, Nadzirah's datuk.

/sigh

such upsetting news to hear when your loved ones pass away
however though, as we grow older, they grow older too, and things like this are bound to happen (right now our wish is to stay young forever or to turn back time to when we were young and everything is carefree. with no worries at all)

to hear what nadz told me about his grandfather made me sad cos never in my whole entire life have i met him, but yet the sadness in me made me feel as if i knew him for a very long time.

nadz told me about the photo album he had in his bag and was very touched when she told me he had pictures of my parents, too (just cos my parents and her parents got married on the same day my mom and her dad are brother-sister)

however though, we must be very thankful that he passed away on friday morning. kalau lebih daripada 40 orang sembahyangkan jenazah ini, maka dia terlepas daripada seksa kubur.

/sigh cousin.
now your tok din, datuk, your brother, my brother and nek bidah...etc are all waiting for us in syurga

Semoga doa-doa dan tahlil kami diterima oleh Allah SWT dan mereka dimasukkan ke dalam Syurga. Amin

p/s Death, please, stay away from us all. take a break from your job. please.

2008 is a sucky year.

im just hoping that 2009 awaits me and bring me more happiness

starting off with good O level results.

tho it has started off with me not being in the same class as jan and sha.

life sucks. but why must i deal with it?

XOXO alia

i know what i need.
i need to shop for new undergarments. (:
that would be fun.
haha

anyways. tomorrow marks the seventh day of datuk's death.

i love you datuk.



XOXOXO
alia

sorry i haven't been blogging alot this past few days.
i have been really busy going back and forth to the hospital until 10PM with my grandmother.
if some of you don't know yet, my grandfather was warded in the SICU since last monday.
However, he has just passed away on tuesday morning.
my mother got a call from my aunt who was staying at the hospital, saying that datuk's heart stopped, but the doctors managed to revive him again.
so my mom and dad rushed to the hospital to be by his side.
all of datuk's anak-anak was there to see him breathe his final breath of air.
they were all busy reading prayers to him.
i woke up at 3.45AM that morning after datuk passed away at 2.20AM to the sounds of my distraught grandmother crying in the room. i kind of knew what happened, but i had to confirm my intuitions. so my father came out and told me "datuk passed away."
that got me started crying. mind you, im like this drama-mama queen. it hasnt hit me yet that datuk is gone and is not coming back forever. he has been in the hospital for 18 days, and so i have been getting used to datuk not being at home and is still in the hospital. i was supposed to be taking care of him on tuesday, on the day he passed away. anyway, i reached pak long's place at about, 7 or 8 in the morning, and my datuk's jenazah was already there. i kissed him once on the forehead and datuk was actually smiling. im not kidding. he looked so serene and clean. he looked happy. he is not in pain and no longer in any sufferings. he had had stroke for 11 years and memories of him coming back from his shop at geylang is blurry but i still have them with me. i cried alot on that day. when they were reading the tahlil, i cried so much that busu said i was so violent when i cried. i couldn't help it okay. i had just realised that that was going to be the last time i was going to see him. the last thing i said to him was, "datuk rest ok". i am extremely saddened because i wasnt given the chance to tell him that i love him so much. i have heard so many stories of him and he was no less than the greatest man i have ever met in my whole entire life. he helped so many people when he was still able to. he helped his sisters get their children to school. he helped people finincially, but he was cheated once. he went for haj three times. he never forgot about Allah swt. nenek told me yesterday that everytime datuk wakes up, even tho its not even time for prayers, he would always say, "aku nak sembahyang". he never liked listening to nenek mengumpat. (yeah, women have tendency to do that without realising it).

two days ago, when datuk passed away, the solat jenazah was held at the mosque. according to uncle Jamal, when they reached, the mosque was fairly empty, but when they started the solat, the mosque was suddenly full and when the solat ended, it was empty again. my only thought is that the malaikat(s) followed him to the mosque and all.

dearest datuk,
i will always remember the time when:

• i used to push you around the swimming pool. (although i love pushing you too fast like rollercoaster and yet you never complained).
• we always sing "begawan solo" and you would say, "bukan gitu", and start singing yourself while we all be your backup singers (with all our horrible voices)
• i always play with your tongkat as tho it was a pogo-stick
• i always helped you with your ubat-ubat
• you talked about your late mother and how she would sell epok-epok for a living.
• i baked you cookies and cakes and you would eat them all
• you scold us by saying "HEP!"
• i always prank nenek by walking with your tongkat, pretending that i was you instead (it didn't really work tho cos nenek knows all)
• you laugh at my lame jokes
• everytime i salam you, you would always kiss me on the forhead
• you were still healthy, you would come back home and us cucus will rush up to you and give you a BIG hug
• my family visit you at your shop at Geylang, you would always give me and kakak fatin pomegranate to eat on the way home
• i always asked you what you used to sell last time (satay, buah-buahan....)
• i HUGGED you all the time.
• i was going for my O levels, you would always ask "nak pergi mane ni?"
• we leave for holidays i would wave goodbye from the car to you and say "datuk jangan naughty okay?"
• i leave for school and called out your name to wave goodbye

everyone redha that Allah swt has taken datuk away. he was in so much pain. datuk dah tak merana lagi. i don't like seeing datuk in pain. kalau boleh, we all wanted to share the burden all together. datuk is smiling, kata afiah, "datuk senyum pasal datuk dapat jumpa dengan Allah". mind you, she is only EIGHT and that was intelligence right there. if datuk is still here, he would have had prostate cancer.

Ya Allah, Alhamdulillah datuk dah tak dalam kesakitan lagi. Ini semua telah diatur dengan sempurna. Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya. Amin



XOXO alia