I am thankful to dear God, that I am still alive ... if not for Father's treacherous driving. Honestly, at the rate he's going ... I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up killing everyone in the family. I prefer Mother's driving anyway even though she goes at a speed of 50km/hr on expressway. Good Lord, save both my parents before they get themselves killed.

And come to think of it, Father almost ran down a cute motorcyclist. Hmmm ... I'm prepared to give CPR anytime.

Haram-ness.

But under some circumstances, CPR-cum-snogging is Halal.

Went shopping with the Insane Family. At Geylang. Full of Makciks, Atok-atoks and yummylicious guys. Yes, vair vair gorgeous people. Instead of shopping for my baju Raye, I went ogling happily at the Salesperson. Mother bought me 2 baru Raye for this year. Purple and Pink. Yes, PINK. I can imagine Zackeroony's face when I wear Pink Kurung this year. Vair vair disgusting. I admit, Mother is indeed colour-blind.



Been wanting to put up this picture at Friendster, but to no avail. Darn friendster blogs. I love RAHIMAMAH RAHIM (turban-version).

Muke cramp, nak terberak.

















Rahimah Rahim's worst NIGHTMARE.

It's nearly Saturday morning. My head feels as if it's being squeezed in one of those car crushers and my mouth tastes like I've been licking the inside of Mamat's sandbowl. As my sad brain gradually begins to stir, I suddenly realized that I've been snogging Smeagol's socks. Creep. She left her school socks on my bed. Oh, talk about being depressed. I would have thought I was snogging Ze AmazingLyAzam.

I'd like to start by explaining (all over again) which are the frequents names I'd be using in my blog.

I'd usually address my parents by Mother and Father, and my sister as Smeagol.

The rest are as follows -
Jj Jonatte - My sweet cuzz Jannah.
Grandfather the Fisherman - Grandfather
Rotten Granny - My grandmother from my Father's side
The Evil Aunties - My Father's sisters
Mamat the Fat Hamtaro - My hamster

Gig, Affy, Hammie - Gifarri, Afdhal and Hamizan, my bloody cool neighbours.
Fad the Useless Bestfriend - Fadilah
Nisai the Misai Woman - Nisa
Bini B Bodek - Haisah
MoMo - Marina
Zackeroony - Izzah
Anan Babuz - Nana
Syueks/Dotty - Hadah

Lord FazzyMort - Fazhly
The Shaggable One - Izal
Kid - Khidir, the fella who cried
Fad the prick/dick - Fadli, the exboyfriend



That's about it, I suppose. I think I'll be fine, blogging here. And did I mention I made Khidir cry for the 2nd time this week? Ish, I am indeed the creep of the century.

I find it bit odd to be blogging here, cause I've been blogging for nearly 2 years at Friendster. I'm totally passionate about blogging and yeah, that's pretty much of my sadistic life.

I'd very well start with a self-introductory to my blog. Hey, my name's Yatt Dahlan. Most of the time, I see my real life as a bit of a disaster movie. Let me tell you all about it.

I could start by telling what a crititically insane family I have.

Siti Aishah - Mother, Mad Woman.
Mother's turning forty-two this year. Sometimes, I do tell her to act her own age but she's pretty much living in her world, doing mad stuff that people wouldn't think of. I mean, I do wish she's be normal just like other mothers, like settling down and you know, do stuff mothers do. But no, my Mother doesn't. She's very much into animals, wildlife and what I consider an attention-seeker. Mother has this habit of forcing us(family) to wear the same outfit for every occasion and decides what we wear during weekends. That's why I say she drives me insane. But then again, I love her dearly and I don't think she appreciates that much. I know I was never her favourite ... Hmmm.

Dahlan Abu - Father, Nunga-nunga Lover.
Father ... he's very much a reserved person. Father's a neat freak and claims that I drive him insane by leaving my undergarments all over the house. Honestly, I love him more than I ever recall loving Mother cause he means the world to me and has pretty much backed me up in every aspect of life. Needless to say, he does go mad at times. What do I mean by that? Father has resorted to wearing Mother's bra and undies on some days and went flouncing and dancing in the living room. Course, I am embarassed but hey, he's all I ever got anyway.

Nuraidah - Commonly known as Smeagol (Sister).
She's turning 11 this year. I can safely say I can't live without her cause she means the crap to me and I hate to admit the fact she's already growing up. Needless to say, she tortures me mentally and physically but then again, she does make it up by cleaning up my room and picks up my dirty laundry. I can't very much say that I love her ... she's enough to make my life more colorful. What a creep.

Okay, I'm officially done with describing my perfectly-insane family. I could start with my mates now.

Fadilah - my bestest (infinity) mate in the universe
Fadilah's commonly known as Fad. She's my bestest mate and one of the coolest girls I know. Some people find her a tad weird. I couldn't agree more with that. She's everything I'm not and I'm everything she isn't. Well, we could start off by saying she isn't much interested in boys and shopping. Those two things is what I'm so passionate about, Fad doesn't give much thought to that. Furthermore, she knows that I absolutely adore her cousin, Ze AmazingLyAzam, and isn't doing anything much to help me marry off her cousin.

So why is Fad my best mate?
Well, I could never tell her, but I think she's the funniest, honestest, coolest person I know. Fad's different (in a weird way), she lives in a world of her own and anyone that doesn't like it can sod off. Best of all, out of everyone she knows, she likes me best (deep, deep down she loves me but refused to admit it). I do LOVE her alot, but she finds this rather disturbing (and disgusting) and it sometimes make me wonder if I'm actually lesbian.

Hadah, Haisah, Izzah, Marina, Nana and Nisai woman - My close mates
These are the people I very well can't live without. They make my day, pretty anytime ... anywhere. We've had arguments and mini quarrels but we're still good. Wonderful memories we've had. I hearts you guys!!

I won't go into detail about any boys as they pretty much revolve around my life everyday. Ouh, the joy of having to look at gorgeous boys.

Lastly, (if you readers are still surviving) ... there's me ...

Yatt Dahlan - Yours truly
You already know my name's Yatt. My full name's Nurhayati Dahlan. Do not ever attempt to call me Hayati or Yati cause I will not respond to those extremely crap-ass orbit names on earth. I share a house with the critically insane family and I have very wanted to move far, far away from them since I was thirteen. My life's a tad sad, I haven't had much friends and once I have them, I clinged on to them. I'm still single, due to all those rotten relationships I had (including Fadli the useless Dick). I certainly love yakking on the phone and blogging is my life. Yes, I can't survive without having to express my thoughts. I think I look hideous and I can't imagine how my mates put up with an ugly insect like me. That's about it, I guess. Hmmm ...

Am finally satisfied of my blogskin. I admit it isn't much of a success but hey, it's my first blog ... and I'm not too bothered about the skins. Lalala.

I suppose this shouldn't be a bad start. Am still searching a bloody skin. This was one of the reasons why i've never engaged myself in any forms of blogging other than at Friendster. Crappyness. I shall later spend 30 minutes of my precious life, having to search for a lovely skin. Till then, Au Revoir.