OH MY GOD. lets clear the air shall we?
the post about my encounter with the "i wish i was you" girl in the train.

first, she did not say it BECAUSE she wanted to be me.
she said it because she was upset with i-dont-know-what (cause she was ALREADY crying when i entered the train) and just did not want to be herself at that moment in time. She could not stop texting someone, and clearly something must've distraught her. she was in such a state of anger or sadness or anguish at whatever it was that just happened to her that she just had to say it. and i clearly know that because she was in a very terrible state. everyone was staring at her, and her rundown make up and (i'm sorry to say this, if your reading) but i feel abit embarrassed cause people in the train were staring at me as though i know you when you grabbed my wrist.

the post IS not an ego statement. dyou seriously think i would be that full of myself to do that. I NEVER THOUGHT MUCH ABOUT HOW THAT POST MUST'VE SOUND because IT NEVER occured to me that it SEEMS as if i have an insanely fanatic fan so nailed by my presence, and adilah had to tell the whole world about it. if that would have happened, i would have not post about it. its just weird to do that because it would INVITE, as it DID, really judgemental comments.

and lastly, when i say that she doesnt know how it feels to be me, i meant it as a comfort statement. that everyone goes through tough times. every family. every girl. every teenager. every girlfriend. every friend. every single PERSON. you would know this becaus ei always say it to my friends. GOD. some people are just so presumptuous. and if you live life always assuming the worst of humanity, then honey, your life is fucking retarded.

urgh. losers.

We've been so busy this break that we only managed to go for one getaway at banyan tree. Its a truly awesome 5-star resort with complete privacy, room facing the sea and sumptuous halal food. its so exclusive and they drive you around the resort itself!(: trust me hons, you dont have to walk even for abit at all. we have our own private jacuzzi and there's a hallway in the toilet itself, thats how big the washroom is! who needs a bathtub when you have your own jacuzzi facing the sea babes. and when you leave the room at night for dinner, you will be surprised to return with the room prep up for bedtime with cookies and chocolate on the bed already set for you. plus outside the resort, you have your own VIP chauffeur to take you around town. it was an amazing experience.

but it came at a thousand dollars a night.
loaded, luxurious and luxious.
perfect.



this is by far my favourite picture of all. makes you feel cast away.


each roof you see here represents a villa that you will get all to yourself.
yup, a whole villa to yourself.







entrance to our villa


showers at the private pool










below is a distant snapshot of a private dining area for couples on the rocks at the corner of the island, with a private spa retreat.
SEXXY!






google banyantree.com

anisa. adilah. dian.

i dont know how anisa can pull off that hot 1.75 m of a body
i dont know how dian can pull off those 6 inch heels
and i dont know how i can survive a night out with 2 gorgeously drunken models.

we'll make a date again.

When i get this gutt feeling that a stranger knows me, I try to avoid her. I wonder whether we've met somewhere before, or she has my facebook, or she's a friend's friend, or an ex-boyfriend's girlfriend, or a blogreader. I dont know.

But my feet were screaming in agony today, and i just had to sit beside her.
She was tearing, i think, even before i stepped into the train.
And she teared even more throughout the whole journey.

I tried to read, but she kept turning left.

So yishun finally arrived. I stood up, wondering if i should turn and smile.
Or God Knows what was it that i was expected to do. For all I know she doesnt even know me at all.

Suddenly she grabbed my wrist, and said to me
"Adilah, I wish I was you."
my first thought was, 'oh, you DO know me.'

then i thought that this is the first time, this has ever happen to me.
i wanted to go
"no dear, look, life sucks for me too. im struggling to breathe."
"aww honey, im flattered, but you have no idea how it feels to be me."
"babe, i dont know what you've heard, but trust me..."

but almost subconciously i said
"yes darling, i wish you were me too."

(then you would know how it feels to be me)

CANDAPAPPPPPPPPAA!

Leong text me at 11 pm today, reminding us not to be late for prom which i happened NOT TO KNOW that its tmr! NOT TO KNOW!
I just got my dress today. NO heels, NO earrings, NO bag. No makeup, NO hair,
NOTHING.
My dears,
Im so unprepared for Prom. and i dont care.
(so tell that slut that i am what-she-calls so vain. that i am actually heading to prom without much hullaballoo, much to her horrifying surprise)
I dint do a dress this time. I dint do anything.
Of course, I panic abit when i got the sms.
NO, i panic alot. But its the result of being a lazy bugger.
I am lazy. And Unexicted.
The only thing im exicted about are The laughters, the tears and the hugs from AYE12. The core of my JC experience.
So im going to do everything myself. My hair. My makeup.
I dont even have a chauffeur tmr.
I was a thousand times more excited for crescent's prom than VJ's.

So there you go kids.
Adilah's prom preparations

Queen out.

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OKAY. NOW. Im off now.

"adilah, that NUS boy doesnt have to take his Alevels. YOU DO. So stop going to starbucks"


ADILLLLAAAHHHHH
BELAJAR LAHHHHH

I have to start studying soon. LIKE NOW.