Hullo peeps =)
2007 has been an awesome year, especially since it's the birthyear of Panatzorists (I think. Or was is 2006?). Anyway~ thanks guys, for injecting all the fun and humour into this wonderful year!
I hope 2008 will be a succesful year for us Panatzorists; school-wise, life-wise and music-wise ;)
Alright here's the situation... Me and Sar absolutely 'LOVE' this girl whom we met through a sport and because of that we visit her blog every 5 seconds. If sarcasm is a foreign language to you then.. I pity you greatly. Anyway... guess what, she just wrapped up the definiton of Poklen with a chronological summary of her year. I wish I could just copy and paste the whole thing here but I can't :( Boo I know. So I'll just try to make one as similar as possible to hers but you guys know how I am ;) Enjoy people...
Ehem... a summary of my 12 months.
Jan- came back to school. In a relationship since 2006.
Feb- broke up at the end of the month :(
Mar- In a relationship again after 2-3 weeeks
Apr- broke up in the middle of the month
May- omg, a whole month of being single. flirted and rejected people. I'm a heart breaker yo ; )
June- I got depressed and started cutting my wrist. Yes, I cut my wrist (pass this info on, I want the whole world to know). In a relationship near the end of the month.
July- still in relationship.
Aug- broke up again but no biggie, hooked up again with another dude
Sep- was in a relationship.
Oct- fasting month. My life's filled with drama.
Nov- Raya, wasn't in Brunei. Another break up.
Dec- met someone special. He said he'll wait and he's different from the rest. Aww... love you baby. MWAH *dry humps*
Okay, maybe that last part there was purely me but phew... That was a fun read eyh? So there you have it ladies and gents, a poklen's year!~ *shakes head* Kid's nowadays... Back in MY day... *babbles on*
You know what typical Bruneian adults normally do which annoys me? They point with their mouths. Trust me, it's not a very flattering look. Try saying this with your mouth (lips? I'm not sure) pointed: "tuuuu~".
Exactly.
I mean, come on, what are those nice long bony things on your hands for? Mun kan polite pun, use your thumb to point. Jangan bah, macam orang desperate kan berkissing.
I also find it uber amusing when Bruneians run into someone they know. Here's a typical dialogue shared between two Bruneian adults if they run into each other at a supermarket:
Makcik 1: Ehhhh, bah~
Makcik 2: Bah~
Makcik 1: Membali~?
Makcik 2 (pushing a trolley full of groceries): Awu... Sorang kita?
Makcik 1: Inda, sama aji. Bah, membali tah banyak-banyak. Alum lagi panuh tu trolley atu!
Makcik 2: *laughs* Awu. Bah~
Makcik 1: Bah~
exeunt
Notice how 'bah' is such an overused phrase nowadays?
HAH, ani first post ku yang proper-ish. Aku awesome. But not as awesome as Sarah. Pants off to you, Sar.
Semua orang should be the proud owner of pretty clothes. Clothes aren’t just the mere garments covering up the figures underneath, but a shirt, a pair of jeans, the Manolo Blahnik peep-toes, they all serve as the shop window on where we get to display our personality in the form of the latest Must Have or a just 70% Off bargain.
Antah apakan.
Anyway, Bandar Seri Begawan, or Gadong, for that matter (because everyone knows no one goes to Bandar anyway), is far from being the next fashion capital in Asia.
Ani pasal… Cuba kamu liat kiri kanan kamu. Di Gadong lah ah, saya ambil as example. To your left, gothic punks, dressed in black, usually not in the name of gothicness tapi the colour black is used to cover up the flabby figures underneath. Nothing wrong with that, because everyone does that, from Rosie O’Donnell to the babu hajahs in their black jubahs. To your right, Harajuku fashion wannabes, with their long striped stockings, courtesy of Route 66, 3 for the price of $0.50, MURAH NYAMU. To your atas, the decent ayu-tapi-banarnya-hooking-up-dengan-boyfriend-durang-yang-usually-eons-older-arah-couple-seat-di-Bolkiah girls, with their decent tudungs, Nazmi Textile Mall, but of course, and their decent button-downs. And everyone knows mengapa durang pakai button-down blouses. And finally, the menemeng little rich girls yang bajunya lawa but we all know that baju atu tadi pagi mamanya memilihkan.
Bukan pulang saya kan mengucap cara urang Brunei bebaju, pasal banarnya baju saya pun biasa jua, murah jua, inda jua kali dari Eileen Chan semua baju saya ani. Tapi as a keen observer of outfits, baju-baju urang Brunei banarnya inda bida, ganya baju urang Brunei, bini-bini lah saja ah, baju kitani ani IKUT-IKUTAN.
Baju-baju Bruneians nada individuality. The French are well known for their chic fashion sense, the couture gowns, the sheer glam of it all, thus earning them gelaran as the Fashion Capital Of The World. Paris, not the French. Banarnya, baju-baju durang atu inda jua berapa, mun sekadar beret atu, askar pun be beret, inda pun kana ucap fashionable. Tapi the Parisians kana praise durang punya fashion sense pasal sebelum orang lain di dunia ani be scarf, be beret, bemini, durang udah dulu. Authenticity all along.
And of course, our fellow fashionable Asians, the Japanese. Mun sekadar stokin panjang bewarna atu kitani pun dulu ada yang Power Rangers, tapi the long stockings and fishnets and loud colours matched together creates an ensemble lain to that of the rest of the world. The lawaness and the originality itself yang buat the European fashion critics yang menemeng respect arah the Japs.
Bruneians, cuba gitau aku satu garment atau jenis baju yang screams the word Brunei.
Manada kan.
Except for baju kurung, tapi atu Malaysia pun ada. Tudung Bienda, tudung Mawi, lagi tia. Bienda, Mawi, semua urang Malaysia. Tapi mun kamu kan bejual tudung Juju inda jua urang membali kali.
Cubatah kitani together create satu style baju yang lawa and can tell the world YES EVERYONE ANI ORANG BRUNEI PUNYA BAJU AND YOU WILL LOVE IT SAMA MACAM KAMU SUKA WEDGES YANG BANARNYA NINIKU PUN DULU MEMAKAI. Ani kiri kanan ku liat orang punya baju sama jua macam yang ku liat arah E! minggu lapas. Mentang-mentang arah E! lawa tah tu nya. Orang E! atu di mana, New York, London, tampat sajuk, inda kan di Brunei ani pun kamu kan memakai coat Burberry. Mun Burberry banar respect jua ku, ani mun sekadar yang fake dari Joenah Boutique atu jangan tah dulu kan dishow off.
Lapas atu tau ku pulang Brunei ani panas, inda jua payah kali kan memakai summer dress yang cleavage low kan mati atu di Brunei. And mun pakai tights yang banarnya bejual untuk seluar lapis baju kurung atu baik tah jangan, makin tah bida usul orang Brunei, kana ketawakan saja uleh tourist.
Tapi kan, inda jua dapat ku blame rakyat Negara kitani pasal baju durang bida, pasal 1) Baju ku pun bida and 2) mun kadai di Brunei and Miri bejual baju cematu ganya, apa buleh buat, inda jua kan membawa Vogue and membuat baju tiap bulan di Freego kali. What we need is a kadai yang bisai and inda bejual baju trashy yang mihir and baju-bajuan atu murah. Macam, mun kan membali arah Elle atu lawa pulang bajunya, tapi mun blazer yang macam bos mamaku pakai keraja udah kan beratus...
So, warga-warga Brunei, di sini saya listkan kadai-kadai di Brunei yang bejual baju bisai-bisai, antah aku pun inda tau mengapa, pasal aku suka buat reviews kali.
IORA. Lawa like hell semua bajunya. And fashionable. Sini lah yang paling bisai bagiku. But if you’re looking for cheaper and more laidback clothes, then go to Hua Ho. Semua big branches durang lah. Ada Schwarzenbach, Googles, antah apa kah spellingnya, semua affordable and lawa and inda trashy. If you’re looking for extra lawa, try Bingo. Yang di Mall.
If kamu ada extra cash and willing to sacrifice for fashion, then go to Butik Eileen Chan. Lawa, and baru fashionable berabis.
You know what, I’ll end this uber useless post now.
Yes I dress like a drag queen jua,
Sarah Love
My post has nothing to do with the title, like every other crappy bestseller, it is a mere bait, luring you to read this useless post as I take you into the mad, mad world of cuti boredom.
Life is a lemon. One day it is masam. Ani represent time sekolah and exam yag kepisan kan mati yang kan menangis ganya inda rasanya membaca and mengcram padahal patutnya belajar awal but oh well no one does that anyway. The next day, life turns into an iced lemon tea. Sweet, but tad masam. Ani represents cuti panjang yang buring ani. Sweet, because you can bangun at 8 pagi or 8 malam and no one will start screaming SSSSSAAAAARRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHH at the top of their lungs.
Masam pasal THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO TIME CUTI ANI.
Yes, aku whiny.
CUTI ANI BURING.
BURING.
BURINGBURINGBURING.
Okay.
Ani warm-up postku pasal batah udah ku inda blogging.
Pasal internet crappy like hell.
I will write a proper post,
Sarah love
So like. Ema and I went over to Sar's house today. With the intention of trashing her house.
But we made her sisters lunch instead. I love Ema. She's pretty, funny and she can COOK. Like whoa...over kill.
I made pancakes which they ate with nutella :D
So anyway. pictures because I have no idea what to say.
Ema preparing the chicken. ...how come we always take pictures of Ema with chickens, anyway? ;(
They had a quick break. Ema from preparing the chicken. Sar from hitting on Ema.
Then we went in one of Sarah's family cars.
Where we had fun with Sar's dad's sunglasses.
Now it's Ema's turn to have fun with it.
I refused to have my picture taken with the sunglasses but here's me looking insane :0
We also took poklen pictures with my hat.
I always look like a poklen as I always wear that hat so here's Ema with the hat :D
Gambar with kaki!
Another one because Ema has a feet fetish. I swear.
Eh. Then we did some other thing. Not worth mentioning here :(
So, I end this post with a picture of me and Ema looking like seriously idiotic poklens.
WOOT
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I forgot to upload this picture of Wan and Zat at my house, huddling in one blanket...watching "Whose line is it anyway?"
there. Now I'm REALLY done :P
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