I say this very rarely. Because between feeling sorry for myself and all this studying crap, I hadn't the time. As much as I bitch about it, my life, doesn't suck that much.
I had a great childhood, minus the "upbringing" part, of course. School was a little rocky, but nonetheless bearable. And now, I'm 20. And apart from the fact that I'm 20, my life is, well, just how I hoped it would be. Money, car, apartment, clothes, decent future...
I mean, don't get me wrong, it could be better. As I've grown, I can't believe I'm saying this, older, I've learnt to handle things quite well.
They mess up, I run. The beauty of being 20 and not living with your family is that, when you don't need a family, you know you can drive 96km away and go home. Home. Let's be honest, growing up, I never had one. This room, with its crappy floor, and anything-but-comfortable bed, feels more like home than that enormous double-storey ever felt.
I've learnt to cover up all my physical imperfections, learnt to be fake, learnt to take charge, and heck. Learnt to just agree. Learnt to bottle up. Learnt to settle every problem by puncturing my lungs and widening the possibility of cancer. But most importantly, I've learnt to appreciate everything I have, this life, and evrything in it.
It's the simple things like, health, and a car, and money, and body shop, and new cardigans etc. I'm not picky, and no, I don't complain [much], as long as I earned it, I would learn to love it...
Oh my life could be perfect. In fact, it's close-to-perfect as it is. The thing is. I've got all this baggage, unwanted baggage. It took me a while to realise, all this sacrifices, and for what, just so the million people around me would feel happy. Screw that. As stupid as this sounds, I want for one second of my life, to do something for me, without worrying about wailing mothers or suicidal fathers or disturbed brothers and most definitely, pathetic peers.
No, I'm not pointing fingers. But thats only because after much trying, I've come to accept that no matter how hard I point at your facebook pictures, you're just unable to see.
Ok, I don't know where this is going. So let me sum it up. After a gazillion years of feeling unworthy for anything, anyone, I'm happy to finally, god finally, be strong enough, and stand above all of your manipulating pathethic heads, and smile and whisper silently in my heart;
"I'm just to good for all of you... Always was, and always will..."
Long gone are those dreadful days where I would curl up in my bed, screaming silently at god for the imaginary burdens imposed. I don't glare at the advertisements for other universities [private of course] and literally ache seeing the life I could have had, I don't burst out bawling with tears everytime I see images of the life that has been unkindly opressed from me. I don't bow my head just because a zit decided to plant itself on my face.
But baggages. These, well, "things", pulling me down, dragging me along with their somber lives, how the hell do I get rid of them.
MUST. IMPROVE. SELF. LEARN. TO. SAY. FUCKING. NO. DIE. BITCH.
DIE.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Pancakes
Dear God,
I know I've been absent.
But if you could just give me a break, for even one mere day...
I promise I'll be a better person.
Thank you.
I love you.
I know I've been absent.
But if you could just give me a break, for even one mere day...
I promise I'll be a better person.
Thank you.
I love you.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Kit Kat
This might sound stupid, but, as the Malays would say it, "who's cares".
I think, God hates me.
Ok, so maybe God blessed me with my ehem, good looks and personality. Narcissistic? Me? What? No...
But God also deprived me from mathematical intelligence.
It wasn't a big deal back when I was young. Er.
I figured, so I can't do maths, I'll just study law then.
But now...
Being 20 and all, I have finally come to realise that, my life basically sucks, because of my mathematical impairment.
Example of how much my life sucks, because of maths;
If I was good in maths, then I wouldn't have to study law, which would mean that I would have never had to go to MMU, which would mean that I would have never had to take mooting as a subject, which would mean I would have never had to study maths, AND chemistry, in class ever again.
That Kon Fatt Kiew Rubber Scrap crap case really ruined my life.
X-?
X = 30.
HAH?
What is this mathematical calculation process called?
Erk, erm.... Bumi Sebagai Sfera? No no... Penaakulan Mantik? Pemfaktoran? Ungkapan Algebra?????????
Water = H2O.
H+ + O2- -------> H2O.
What Apa???
What is the name of this process?
I know I know. Proses Penurunan? Proses Penyulingan??? Elektrolisis? Pengoksidaan? Penyahtinjaan??? ARGKH SCREW IT! PROSES PEMBIAKAN.
Do you see it now??? I finally know who to blame!!!
My family sucks.... DAMN YOU MATHS!
My money is menipis-ing... DAMN YOU MATHS!
That annoying bitch is ruining my life, by being alive... DAMN. YOU. MATHS!
Memorial. Bundle. DAAAYYYYYYYUUUUUM YOU MATHHHHHHS!!!!!!!!!!!!
bye bai.
xShad.
p/s: I love looking at my pictures on other people's blogs.
I think, God hates me.
Ok, so maybe God blessed me with my ehem, good looks and personality. Narcissistic? Me? What? No...
But God also deprived me from mathematical intelligence.
It wasn't a big deal back when I was young. Er.
I figured, so I can't do maths, I'll just study law then.
But now...
Being 20 and all, I have finally come to realise that, my life basically sucks, because of my mathematical impairment.
Example of how much my life sucks, because of maths;
If I was good in maths, then I wouldn't have to study law, which would mean that I would have never had to go to MMU, which would mean that I would have never had to take mooting as a subject, which would mean I would have never had to study maths, AND chemistry, in class ever again.
That Kon Fatt Kiew Rubber Scrap crap case really ruined my life.
X-?
X = 30.
HAH?
What is this mathematical calculation process called?
Erk, erm.... Bumi Sebagai Sfera? No no... Penaakulan Mantik? Pemfaktoran? Ungkapan Algebra?????????
Water = H2O.
H+ + O2- -------> H2O.
What Apa???
What is the name of this process?
I know I know. Proses Penurunan? Proses Penyulingan??? Elektrolisis? Pengoksidaan? Penyahtinjaan??? ARGKH SCREW IT! PROSES PEMBIAKAN.
Do you see it now??? I finally know who to blame!!!
My family sucks.... DAMN YOU MATHS!
My money is menipis-ing... DAMN YOU MATHS!
That annoying bitch is ruining my life, by being alive... DAMN. YOU. MATHS!
Memorial. Bundle. DAAAYYYYYYYUUUUUM YOU MATHHHHHHS!!!!!!!!!!!!
bye bai.
xShad.
p/s: I love looking at my pictures on other people's blogs.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Jello
Girrrl, I know you di'nt say what I think you said.
Ma name iz Shontelle and immabout to wipe yo skinny white ass on da flo.
Girrl hold ma hooped earrings.
So yeah, if you haven't heard, I've finally decided that, I, am straight. On most occasions.
Oh, and my beautiful life sucks. Big time. But hey, at least I'm smart.
Oh wait, my CGPA dropped tergolek-golek last trimester. Haha.
Oh well. At least I'll do better this trimester.
But wait, have you met my friend, Mr. Mooting? Owh, no? Well this is Mr. Mooting. He doesn't know it yet, but he's gonna destroy my life. Yesterday, Mr. Mooting asked me a question. It was so fun!
How do you interpret interpretation?
OMG, soooo coooool.
My answer... Prepare yourself. Shocking.
Interpretation can be interpreted by interpreting the many forms of interpretation it has. According to the interpretation of interpretation, interpretation can be described by interpreting the interpretation interpreted through the interpretation of the interpretation of the interpreted interpretation of its many interpretations.
It's bull crap like this that really gets me thinking, what the effing hell am I doing with my life. While other 20 year-olds are being 20, I'm stuck being 45. Heck, I've actually got more issues than most 45 year-olds. The family crap, check. Trying to interpret interpretation, check. Financial instability, check. Reading thick, heavy, and artistically retarded books (refer to the covers of all our text books), check. Knowing the difference between the murder and culpable homicide, check. Knowing how to get a divorce, check. Tired of living, ch-ch-ch-check.
Truth is, my life isn't that bad. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's horrible and very, very unbearable. But it's actually quiet ok. I mean sure I may lash out and bitch about it, but I still want to live, and one day, see Kris Allen [lalalalala].
What the hell am I talking about. God, I should've have studied journalism instead. I mean, I'd like to think I would make a good writer.
"... and as I sat there, staring faithfully through the large glass window, with coffee in one hand, and the other pressed across my forehead, I began to question myself. Why can't I be like those people out there? That family looking ever so gay, and those group of homosexuals looking ever so gay. How gay it made me feel to see the the gayness spread across that gleeful day, with the shimmering lights shimmering as it shimmered across the shiny floor that shimmered. And then I saw it, that of what I have feared for for a lifetime of fear. My heart began to quietly whisper a loud scream. My body began to tremble as the sheer intensity of my tense vibes began to tremble the veins in my trembling body that trembled ever so violently. I wanted to scream aloud, inside my own secured mentality, so that no one would hear, as everyone listened. I gathered whatever courage my trembling body could offer, being the sole offeror of my offering self. I WILL NOT BOW DOWN TO YOU! YOU WILL NOT ASSAULT ME. TODAY, I FEAR NOT OF YOU, PERFUME AVENUE! ..."
Oh, now I remember, I suck at writing. So law it is... Mooting, and everything else it has to offer/offor.
Yay me!
Ma name iz Shontelle and immabout to wipe yo skinny white ass on da flo.
Girrl hold ma hooped earrings.
So yeah, if you haven't heard, I've finally decided that, I, am straight. On most occasions.
Oh, and my beautiful life sucks. Big time. But hey, at least I'm smart.
Oh wait, my CGPA dropped tergolek-golek last trimester. Haha.
Oh well. At least I'll do better this trimester.
But wait, have you met my friend, Mr. Mooting? Owh, no? Well this is Mr. Mooting. He doesn't know it yet, but he's gonna destroy my life. Yesterday, Mr. Mooting asked me a question. It was so fun!
How do you interpret interpretation?
OMG, soooo coooool.
My answer... Prepare yourself. Shocking.
Interpretation can be interpreted by interpreting the many forms of interpretation it has. According to the interpretation of interpretation, interpretation can be described by interpreting the interpretation interpreted through the interpretation of the interpretation of the interpreted interpretation of its many interpretations.
It's bull crap like this that really gets me thinking, what the effing hell am I doing with my life. While other 20 year-olds are being 20, I'm stuck being 45. Heck, I've actually got more issues than most 45 year-olds. The family crap, check. Trying to interpret interpretation, check. Financial instability, check. Reading thick, heavy, and artistically retarded books (refer to the covers of all our text books), check. Knowing the difference between the murder and culpable homicide, check. Knowing how to get a divorce, check. Tired of living, ch-ch-ch-check.
Truth is, my life isn't that bad. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's horrible and very, very unbearable. But it's actually quiet ok. I mean sure I may lash out and bitch about it, but I still want to live, and one day, see Kris Allen [lalalalala].
What the hell am I talking about. God, I should've have studied journalism instead. I mean, I'd like to think I would make a good writer.
"... and as I sat there, staring faithfully through the large glass window, with coffee in one hand, and the other pressed across my forehead, I began to question myself. Why can't I be like those people out there? That family looking ever so gay, and those group of homosexuals looking ever so gay. How gay it made me feel to see the the gayness spread across that gleeful day, with the shimmering lights shimmering as it shimmered across the shiny floor that shimmered. And then I saw it, that of what I have feared for for a lifetime of fear. My heart began to quietly whisper a loud scream. My body began to tremble as the sheer intensity of my tense vibes began to tremble the veins in my trembling body that trembled ever so violently. I wanted to scream aloud, inside my own secured mentality, so that no one would hear, as everyone listened. I gathered whatever courage my trembling body could offer, being the sole offeror of my offering self. I WILL NOT BOW DOWN TO YOU! YOU WILL NOT ASSAULT ME. TODAY, I FEAR NOT OF YOU, PERFUME AVENUE! ..."
Oh, now I remember, I suck at writing. So law it is... Mooting, and everything else it has to offer/offor.
Yay me!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Roti Pisang
With the finals over, I finally got rid of that I-wanna-puke-every-5-minutes feeling...
The past week has been, erm, I'll define it as bittersweet.
Just when I thought Contract Law was bound to slaughter my CGPA, along came Malaysian Legal System, sneering as it sung silently in its demented soul "na na nana na, you're gonna fail me...".
Ok, that "na na nana na" thing was a little too much, even for me. But my point is, I think I speak for everyone when I say we overlooked Malaysian Legal System. I answered 2 questions, averagely. Totally screwed the "which court?" question, and I think the darling lecturer would be literally rolling on the floor with laughter screaming "this idiot thinks he's a law student!" when she reads my "advocate & solicitor" answer.
Owh I'm so uninspired. I promised myself I wouldn't rant on this blog. I didn't want to end up writing posts about how my day went, how I'm feeling and what not. I'll let the bunch of people who are way more interesting, fun and cooler than me to right those posts. [yes Lynette, Ruby, NKC, Rishi, Joanne, I'm talking about you guys...] But look at me now, contradicting my very own self, being the hypocrite most people say I am...
Ok then. I'll stop...
I found you back, and I always knew I would, because I never stopped caring for you. It was nice talking to you again. It was nice seeing again, even though it was only for a mere half hour...
I sometimes feel that you see right through me. You know me more than anyone ever did, or even ever will. The fact that I can't do what I do best; I can't fake a smile, I can't lie, I can't even be happy without you not noticing it, it scares me to death. But it's amazing how after three weeks of silence, you still manage to say aloud the things which would kill me if the world knew.
It was that simple sentence.
"... Anda, even though you hate each other, you can't deny the fact that the both of you have the same mindset..."
I've denied it many times in my head. Just because we share the same birthday, it doesn't mean we are the same. But the truth is apparent. I know it is. I just thought, if I kept on denying it in my head, I would eventually never think about it.
...
I was packing the few belongings I had kept in my room. As I picked up my foundation notes, images of the young[er] me flashed across my eyes. God I can't believe I actually wore that. God I miss those times. God I miss him. God I miss her. God I miss the way things were...
I love it how you will find the most nostalgic items when you're about to leave a place. I was dusting the shelf when I found that blue book. It stood out awkwardly beneath the extra Federal Constitution I had bought and my most favourite book, Where Rainbows End. I tried to hide the smile that was forming in my face. I failed miserably.
That night, together with my "1Malaysia" [my landlord had called my group of multiracial friends as 1Malaysia, which made me think "...if only she knew the things we say to eachother..."] friends, I cleaned my new apartment, though it was Katherina who actually did most, if not all, of the cleaning. While cleaning the apartment, my new housemate, Su, told me someone had given him curtains for his room. I told him I'd already bought the fabric, and was waiting for my dear mother to sew it into curtains.
... I asked him what colour was his curtains. He said black and white.
... I got excited and screeched, "OMG MINE TOO!!!"
Hours later, he told me she had given him the curtains.
As I said, we are very much alike, no matter how much we deny it. And I'm not talking about same choice of colours when it comes to curtains. Or same taste in food. Or being born on the same day. Or both being unbelievably stubborn. I'm talking about literally being the same person, but in two separate bodies...
I don't hate you. I never did. And I don't mean half the things I say about you. How could I. Hating you would mean hating myself. And I don't think my ego could handle that.
...
Did I mention I have moved apartments? I went from living in the coolest place in MMU to the place where no person wants to live. Dodgy, the ghetto, people call it. But the way I see it, isolation from MMU? Allah has truly answered my prayers. Thank you Kai Choy and Kat. And thank you Izzat and Su. For all the help, despite my over the top demeanor, lack of masculine strength and argumentative nature.
And to Rathi and Adiba [cherish this moment for eternity, because I'll never ever be this nice ever again, not even on your, and by "your" I mean "my", wedding days], 2 years later, and massive changes everywhere, it's nice to know that we have beaten all odds, and remained together. I love you both, even more than my beauty products.
And people laugh when I tell them I should've taken Creative Multimedia instead of Law? I totally don't get it. Jealous bitches.
Taa, happy hols.
The past week has been, erm, I'll define it as bittersweet.
Just when I thought Contract Law was bound to slaughter my CGPA, along came Malaysian Legal System, sneering as it sung silently in its demented soul "na na nana na, you're gonna fail me...".
Ok, that "na na nana na" thing was a little too much, even for me. But my point is, I think I speak for everyone when I say we overlooked Malaysian Legal System. I answered 2 questions, averagely. Totally screwed the "which court?" question, and I think the darling lecturer would be literally rolling on the floor with laughter screaming "this idiot thinks he's a law student!" when she reads my "advocate & solicitor" answer.
Owh I'm so uninspired. I promised myself I wouldn't rant on this blog. I didn't want to end up writing posts about how my day went, how I'm feeling and what not. I'll let the bunch of people who are way more interesting, fun and cooler than me to right those posts. [yes Lynette, Ruby, NKC, Rishi, Joanne, I'm talking about you guys...] But look at me now, contradicting my very own self, being the hypocrite most people say I am...
Ok then. I'll stop...
I found you back, and I always knew I would, because I never stopped caring for you. It was nice talking to you again. It was nice seeing again, even though it was only for a mere half hour...
I sometimes feel that you see right through me. You know me more than anyone ever did, or even ever will. The fact that I can't do what I do best; I can't fake a smile, I can't lie, I can't even be happy without you not noticing it, it scares me to death. But it's amazing how after three weeks of silence, you still manage to say aloud the things which would kill me if the world knew.
It was that simple sentence.
"... Anda, even though you hate each other, you can't deny the fact that the both of you have the same mindset..."
I've denied it many times in my head. Just because we share the same birthday, it doesn't mean we are the same. But the truth is apparent. I know it is. I just thought, if I kept on denying it in my head, I would eventually never think about it.
...
I was packing the few belongings I had kept in my room. As I picked up my foundation notes, images of the young[er] me flashed across my eyes. God I can't believe I actually wore that. God I miss those times. God I miss him. God I miss her. God I miss the way things were...
I love it how you will find the most nostalgic items when you're about to leave a place. I was dusting the shelf when I found that blue book. It stood out awkwardly beneath the extra Federal Constitution I had bought and my most favourite book, Where Rainbows End. I tried to hide the smile that was forming in my face. I failed miserably.
That night, together with my "1Malaysia" [my landlord had called my group of multiracial friends as 1Malaysia, which made me think "...if only she knew the things we say to eachother..."] friends, I cleaned my new apartment, though it was Katherina who actually did most, if not all, of the cleaning. While cleaning the apartment, my new housemate, Su, told me someone had given him curtains for his room. I told him I'd already bought the fabric, and was waiting for my dear mother to sew it into curtains.
... I asked him what colour was his curtains. He said black and white.
... I got excited and screeched, "OMG MINE TOO!!!"
Hours later, he told me she had given him the curtains.
As I said, we are very much alike, no matter how much we deny it. And I'm not talking about same choice of colours when it comes to curtains. Or same taste in food. Or being born on the same day. Or both being unbelievably stubborn. I'm talking about literally being the same person, but in two separate bodies...
I don't hate you. I never did. And I don't mean half the things I say about you. How could I. Hating you would mean hating myself. And I don't think my ego could handle that.
...
Did I mention I have moved apartments? I went from living in the coolest place in MMU to the place where no person wants to live. Dodgy, the ghetto, people call it. But the way I see it, isolation from MMU? Allah has truly answered my prayers. Thank you Kai Choy and Kat. And thank you Izzat and Su. For all the help, despite my over the top demeanor, lack of masculine strength and argumentative nature.
And to Rathi and Adiba [cherish this moment for eternity, because I'll never ever be this nice ever again, not even on your, and by "your" I mean "my", wedding days], 2 years later, and massive changes everywhere, it's nice to know that we have beaten all odds, and remained together. I love you both, even more than my beauty products.
And people laugh when I tell them I should've taken Creative Multimedia instead of Law? I totally don't get it. Jealous bitches.
Taa, happy hols.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Bubur Kacang Hijau
The horror that was contract law is over. For now.
Countless of hours, a river of ink, a whole tree of paper...
And did it pay off?
In short,
Irshad v. Contract Law II BNL 1624
Court was in favour of the defendant.
It amazes me how many things you can do in three hours.
Watch a decent movie.
Imagine walking on the beach with Kris Allen.
Go back to your hometown.
Imagine you and Kris Allen embracing on your wedding day.
Dance in the Astaka.
Ponder upon Kris Allen's pictures.
Or...
Sit, and stare blankly into the papers in front of you, with a pen in one hand, and the Contracts Act in the other, while thinking to yourself "oh shit, i now this case, I read it like an hour ago, oh shit, oh shit, Yong Enting v something? eh no, Kau Daw what??? or was it Yong Yung Ung Kai??".
Oh well. At least Kris Allen won (Boo you overrated-screeching-raccoon-Adam-Lambert). I hate his (Kris Allen's) bitchy wife. Urgkh, some people have all the luck. She's married to Kris Allen. And I'm a failing first-year law undergrad. Yay me.
Whatev. Imma read some French.
Au revoir. J'aime grands mammelles.
(I think I may have an addiction towards Kris Allen, and I think, it might just be a little too harmful.)
Countless of hours, a river of ink, a whole tree of paper...
And did it pay off?
In short,
Irshad v. Contract Law II BNL 1624
Court was in favour of the defendant.
It amazes me how many things you can do in three hours.
Watch a decent movie.
Imagine walking on the beach with Kris Allen.
Go back to your hometown.
Imagine you and Kris Allen embracing on your wedding day.
Dance in the Astaka.
Ponder upon Kris Allen's pictures.
Or...
Sit, and stare blankly into the papers in front of you, with a pen in one hand, and the Contracts Act in the other, while thinking to yourself "oh shit, i now this case, I read it like an hour ago, oh shit, oh shit, Yong Enting v something? eh no, Kau Daw what??? or was it Yong Yung Ung Kai??".
Oh well. At least Kris Allen won (Boo you overrated-screeching-raccoon-Adam-Lambert). I hate his (Kris Allen's) bitchy wife. Urgkh, some people have all the luck. She's married to Kris Allen. And I'm a failing first-year law undergrad. Yay me.
Whatev. Imma read some French.
Au revoir. J'aime grands mammelles.
(I think I may have an addiction towards Kris Allen, and I think, it might just be a little too harmful.)
Saturday, May 16, 2009
3 Layer Tea
I'm taking a break from the books, though I probably don't deserve it, since I spent the whole day obsessing over Grey's Anatomy's Season 5 finale, screeching "omg george dah mati izzie pon! they actually died!" to anyone who would listen...
I remember my second first day of school as if it was yesterday. I had moved from Batu Pahat, Johor to Sydney, a move that I never really realised as life changing, until I grew much older.
So there I was. Standing in the office of my new primary school, looking at my mother signing all sorts of documents, while fidgeting and biting my finger nails [a habit I have ceased to continue tyvm]. My first impression, Camdenville Public School was a lot different from Sekolah Kebangsaan Temenggung Ibrahim.
I was sent to my classroom by the bubbly office lady, whose name I have sadly forgotten. I was put in Year 1 Purple. As I entered the class, I could feel everyone's eyes glaring at me, almost, burning my skin with the sheer intensity. I was scared, and my eyes began to water immediately. I turned around, looked at my mother, and though I said no word whatsoever, I knew my mother could hear my screams of "mak! alang nak balik malaysia!". Then, Miss Elizabeth gave me a snack-sized Sneakers chocolate bar. And the kids whom I had mere minutes ago feared, came nearer to me with honest smiles. I knew at that exact instance, the years to come would be great.
That day, I went back home feeling happy. Leaving Malaysia did not seem so horrible after all. As I entered my house, I heard the laughter of children coming from across my house. Unbeknownst by them, I peeped through their gate and saw 4 kids. I immediately recognised one of them. She was in my school, and we were in the same year, though not in the same class. Soon, she became my best childhood friend.
Over the next few years, we did everything together. We were more than friends, we were neighbours and almost family in fact. I remember those silly memories, when we would play with teddy bears, for hours at times, and sing out loud the latest Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys or B*Witched tunes. We even built our own "clubhouse" using bedsheets and boxes in the Tafe College across the road.
Years had passed, and the time I had dreaded arrived. Our time in Sydney had come to an end, and Malaysia was calling, forcing us to return. Though I had stopped school a week earlier, I begged my father to allow me to got to the school prom or "disco" as they called it. Julie's sister, Mimi, picked me up from the temporary place I was staying, while waiting for my flight the next day.
At the school prom/disco, I remember my Year 2 teacher, Miss Annette, telling me "when you first came here, I remembered that you were dying to go back to Malaysia, and now, you're literally begging to stay..."
I met Julie for the last time that night. We promised to keep in touch, and be best friends no matter what.
But an ocean away proved too far a distant for us. 2 letters. That was all the contact we had since that night. 2 short, letters...
...
It has been 9 years since I left Sydney. I am glad to say that I have adapted well, though it hasn't been a smooth journey. I have since started a new life. I am a Malay. A Malaysian. And what happened 9 years ago seems like an unrealistic dream, almost fantasy-like.
But you know what, though I'm not a firm believer of miracles or fate, I must say, what happened last year was unbelievable, and nothing short of a [forgive me for being cliche] miracle.
...
I found Julie on Facebook. Yes, I found my best childhood friend on Facebook. And we now keep in touch every now and then.
It's amazing how much she has grown, which made me realise how much I have grown... But it's even more amazing that 9 years after, I actually found her...
Suddenly those dreams seem real after all...
Don't get me wrong...
I'm not being sentimental. I actually do have a point.
I'm not proud of it, but I'll be the first to admit that I do have a tendency of losing friends. Friends who were close to me, and whom I loved.
Though as so it may be, Julie is solid proof, that as easy as it is for me to lose a friend, I can also find him/her back.
I have faith in you. And I have faith in us. You know me, and for me to have "faith" is a, dare I say it, miracle. You're right, it's no one's fault. We just, went in different directions, and lost each other in the process. I miss you. You're my friend, and my family, and of course I love you.
I'll keep searching for you, till God, or whatever force that led me to you...
Guides me back to you.
Good night, Shad.
p/s: Kris Allen, you rock. I love you. Please win.
I remember my second first day of school as if it was yesterday. I had moved from Batu Pahat, Johor to Sydney, a move that I never really realised as life changing, until I grew much older.
So there I was. Standing in the office of my new primary school, looking at my mother signing all sorts of documents, while fidgeting and biting my finger nails [a habit I have ceased to continue tyvm]. My first impression, Camdenville Public School was a lot different from Sekolah Kebangsaan Temenggung Ibrahim.
I was sent to my classroom by the bubbly office lady, whose name I have sadly forgotten. I was put in Year 1 Purple. As I entered the class, I could feel everyone's eyes glaring at me, almost, burning my skin with the sheer intensity. I was scared, and my eyes began to water immediately. I turned around, looked at my mother, and though I said no word whatsoever, I knew my mother could hear my screams of "mak! alang nak balik malaysia!". Then, Miss Elizabeth gave me a snack-sized Sneakers chocolate bar. And the kids whom I had mere minutes ago feared, came nearer to me with honest smiles. I knew at that exact instance, the years to come would be great.
That day, I went back home feeling happy. Leaving Malaysia did not seem so horrible after all. As I entered my house, I heard the laughter of children coming from across my house. Unbeknownst by them, I peeped through their gate and saw 4 kids. I immediately recognised one of them. She was in my school, and we were in the same year, though not in the same class. Soon, she became my best childhood friend.
Over the next few years, we did everything together. We were more than friends, we were neighbours and almost family in fact. I remember those silly memories, when we would play with teddy bears, for hours at times, and sing out loud the latest Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys or B*Witched tunes. We even built our own "clubhouse" using bedsheets and boxes in the Tafe College across the road.
Years had passed, and the time I had dreaded arrived. Our time in Sydney had come to an end, and Malaysia was calling, forcing us to return. Though I had stopped school a week earlier, I begged my father to allow me to got to the school prom or "disco" as they called it. Julie's sister, Mimi, picked me up from the temporary place I was staying, while waiting for my flight the next day.
At the school prom/disco, I remember my Year 2 teacher, Miss Annette, telling me "when you first came here, I remembered that you were dying to go back to Malaysia, and now, you're literally begging to stay..."
I met Julie for the last time that night. We promised to keep in touch, and be best friends no matter what.
But an ocean away proved too far a distant for us. 2 letters. That was all the contact we had since that night. 2 short, letters...
...
It has been 9 years since I left Sydney. I am glad to say that I have adapted well, though it hasn't been a smooth journey. I have since started a new life. I am a Malay. A Malaysian. And what happened 9 years ago seems like an unrealistic dream, almost fantasy-like.
But you know what, though I'm not a firm believer of miracles or fate, I must say, what happened last year was unbelievable, and nothing short of a [forgive me for being cliche] miracle.
...
I found Julie on Facebook. Yes, I found my best childhood friend on Facebook. And we now keep in touch every now and then.
It's amazing how much she has grown, which made me realise how much I have grown... But it's even more amazing that 9 years after, I actually found her...
Suddenly those dreams seem real after all...
Don't get me wrong...
I'm not being sentimental. I actually do have a point.
I'm not proud of it, but I'll be the first to admit that I do have a tendency of losing friends. Friends who were close to me, and whom I loved.
Though as so it may be, Julie is solid proof, that as easy as it is for me to lose a friend, I can also find him/her back.
I have faith in you. And I have faith in us. You know me, and for me to have "faith" is a, dare I say it, miracle. You're right, it's no one's fault. We just, went in different directions, and lost each other in the process. I miss you. You're my friend, and my family, and of course I love you.
I'll keep searching for you, till God, or whatever force that led me to you...
Guides me back to you.
Good night, Shad.
p/s: Kris Allen, you rock. I love you. Please win.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Bread and Jam
I don't need your hand.
You'll only pull me down.
Save your breath.
Don't waste your time...
You'll only pull me down.
Save your breath.
Don't waste your time...
Friday, May 8, 2009
Bottled Water
I was awakened in the most horrid of ways.
It took me 18 years to find you. And a 3 word text to lose you.
It took me 18 years to find you. And a 3 word text to lose you.
Slurpee
I shaved my head.
I feel lighter. Ok. Duhh. But yeah, its much easier to study and what not. What the hell do you know. You've never tried it.
What's better than seeing your bestest friend on a Friday evening?
Nothing...
Met Siti today. Yay me. So after 50 hints, I finally told her. Telling her, my bestest friend di muka bumi ini, made it real, made it, hmmm, official. I don't feel like I'm hiding anything anymore, which feels great, because the whole secrecy thing was hard.
But Siti...
We both know you know that I know you know he likes you. And he probably knows that you know that he likes you too. And I know you like him, just as he knows. And yeah, I guess deep down inside even you know that he knows that you like him.
Confusing much?
Its sad that I'm not the most important man [man ke?] in your life anymore, but he seems well mannered, and as long as he doesn't say the "P" word, you've got my approval. But for Pete's sake, just admit it to each other already...
Ok, some important rules.
(1) Even though you've got him now, I'm still your bestestest friend, and I won't accept "tak bole kawan dengan Gorgeous Shad sebab die lelaki bla bla bla". We're not friends, we're family, and I would die instantly if I didn't have you. So don't ditch me, and don't die, ever. Please.
(2) And we still have to meet, like, everytime we're both in Seremban.
(3) And everytime you go out with him, and I'm there, I'll stand between the both of you, just cause...
(4) And when you guys get married, right up to the exact moment the both of you are declared husband and wife, I'll sit between the both of you, just cause...
(5) And you have to reply all my messages, and answer all my dramatic phone calls.
I'm proud of you Siti. I truly am...
Look at us... We're 20. We're no longer desk mates in school yang tak pernah buat kerja rumah kecuali kau dengan keje rumah maths kau yang aku selalu copy.
Lots of love from your gorgeous Prince.
[aku tak kisah dari kecik lagi aku nak jadi Prince!]
I feel lighter. Ok. Duhh. But yeah, its much easier to study and what not. What the hell do you know. You've never tried it.
What's better than seeing your bestest friend on a Friday evening?
Nothing...
Met Siti today. Yay me. So after 50 hints, I finally told her. Telling her, my bestest friend di muka bumi ini, made it real, made it, hmmm, official. I don't feel like I'm hiding anything anymore, which feels great, because the whole secrecy thing was hard.
But Siti...
We both know you know that I know you know he likes you. And he probably knows that you know that he likes you too. And I know you like him, just as he knows. And yeah, I guess deep down inside even you know that he knows that you like him.
Confusing much?
Its sad that I'm not the most important man [man ke?] in your life anymore, but he seems well mannered, and as long as he doesn't say the "P" word, you've got my approval. But for Pete's sake, just admit it to each other already...
Ok, some important rules.
(1) Even though you've got him now, I'm still your bestestest friend, and I won't accept "tak bole kawan dengan Gorgeous Shad sebab die lelaki bla bla bla". We're not friends, we're family, and I would die instantly if I didn't have you. So don't ditch me, and don't die, ever. Please.
(2) And we still have to meet, like, everytime we're both in Seremban.
(3) And everytime you go out with him, and I'm there, I'll stand between the both of you, just cause...
(4) And when you guys get married, right up to the exact moment the both of you are declared husband and wife, I'll sit between the both of you, just cause...
(5) And you have to reply all my messages, and answer all my dramatic phone calls.
I'm proud of you Siti. I truly am...
Look at us... We're 20. We're no longer desk mates in school yang tak pernah buat kerja rumah kecuali kau dengan keje rumah maths kau yang aku selalu copy.
Lots of love from your gorgeous Prince.
[aku tak kisah dari kecik lagi aku nak jadi Prince!]
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Teh O Ais Laici
Day 3 in my family home. Status; still breathing.
Today, I found out God truly loves me. Kris Allen made it to the top 3 of American Idol.
So, I was studying. Then I got a text from mother.
"Alang jemput mak kite pegi tengok Apiz (my cousin) masuk hospital."
I thought; shit.
I was gonna meet Saadiah at 4, but had to cancel to see my sort-of sick cousin.
Got back home at 6, just in time for American Idol, thank god.
Studied again at 8. Then, father came next to me. I predicted bad things.
...
"Alang, jom kite semue pegi makan kat gerai depan gym tu."
I thought; shit shit.
Got back home at 9.30. Studied again.
Then mother came, sat next to me and marked her student's assignments.
"Alang, name budak ni Ho. Malas budak laki cine ni. LOWEST MARKS! Hah, yang ni Tan Si Qi [while pronouncing Tan Zi Yi], die rajin, nampak tak mind map die, ko kene buat mind map lang, jangan bace je, kene tulis..."
I thought; shit shit shit.
10 minutes later, father came and sat in front of me, opened his laptop and started typing away.
5 minutes later, Along came and ate his bungkus-ed dinner.
He talked to mother, for an hour or so, about, nothing.
I thought; shit shit shit shit.
Studying at home is impossible.
Father:
"Alang, Abah nak beli telefon yang ade gambar-gambar tu (camera phone). Berape eh?"
:)
Today, I found out God truly loves me. Kris Allen made it to the top 3 of American Idol.
So, I was studying. Then I got a text from mother.
"Alang jemput mak kite pegi tengok Apiz (my cousin) masuk hospital."
I thought; shit.
I was gonna meet Saadiah at 4, but had to cancel to see my sort-of sick cousin.
Got back home at 6, just in time for American Idol, thank god.
Studied again at 8. Then, father came next to me. I predicted bad things.
...
"Alang, jom kite semue pegi makan kat gerai depan gym tu."
I thought; shit shit.
Got back home at 9.30. Studied again.
Then mother came, sat next to me and marked her student's assignments.
"Alang, name budak ni Ho. Malas budak laki cine ni. LOWEST MARKS! Hah, yang ni Tan Si Qi [while pronouncing Tan Zi Yi], die rajin, nampak tak mind map die, ko kene buat mind map lang, jangan bace je, kene tulis..."
I thought; shit shit shit.
10 minutes later, father came and sat in front of me, opened his laptop and started typing away.
5 minutes later, Along came and ate his bungkus-ed dinner.
He talked to mother, for an hour or so, about, nothing.
I thought; shit shit shit shit.
Studying at home is impossible.
Father:
"Alang, Abah nak beli telefon yang ade gambar-gambar tu (camera phone). Berape eh?"
:)
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Bubur Ayam Claypot
As I was driving home from having our traditional late night suppers, my darling mother screeched;
"Alang! Jage-jage ade kucing kat tengah-tengah jalan tu!"
I drove quietly, hesitating the urge to scream aloud;
"Mother, I know, my eyesight is much more better than yours..."
Then, as we drove closer to the cats, she said;
"Laaa, ade 2 kucing rupenye... Hai kucing, dating ke tengah-tengah malam ni? Romantik! 2, 3 kucing berlari..."
I laughed histerically. How could I ever be mad at her...
Being home feels great. The family is doing fine, for now... I'm gonna inhale all this "positive-family-energy" while I still have the chance. My only problem, with the finals coming soon, very soon, going back to my hometown seems like a foolish decision.
Hmmm. I'll study tomorrow then.
On a different note:
A certain friend of mine wanted her name to be posted on my blog.
Maka, dengan ikhlasnya;
Lynette, we're over... Soooooo over.
Good luck unlucky bastards.
"Alang! Jage-jage ade kucing kat tengah-tengah jalan tu!"
I drove quietly, hesitating the urge to scream aloud;
"Mother, I know, my eyesight is much more better than yours..."
Then, as we drove closer to the cats, she said;
"Laaa, ade 2 kucing rupenye... Hai kucing, dating ke tengah-tengah malam ni? Romantik! 2, 3 kucing berlari..."
I laughed histerically. How could I ever be mad at her...
Being home feels great. The family is doing fine, for now... I'm gonna inhale all this "positive-family-energy" while I still have the chance. My only problem, with the finals coming soon, very soon, going back to my hometown seems like a foolish decision.
Hmmm. I'll study tomorrow then.
On a different note:
A certain friend of mine wanted her name to be posted on my blog.
Maka, dengan ikhlasnya;
Lynette, we're over... Soooooo over.
Good luck unlucky bastards.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Kuih Lepat Pisang
The smallest things make me happy, even after the worse of events.
I love driving alone, slowly, in my small car.
I love going back to my small town.
I love eating kuih-muih with my darling mother beside the Paroi football stadium, while talking about the most unimportant of things.
I love those picnics my friends and I have, and I especially love those immature crazy retarded photo sessions we have right after we eat our tuna sandwiches and poorly-cooked spaghetti.
I love kindness in people who you don't know much, but nevertheless amaze you with their understanding nature. [PY Tee]
I love making new friends, and seeing their refreshing faces while they wave at you. [Qiu Yi and Grace Pang]
I love those conversations I have with my younger brother when we haven't met for weeks.
Alang: Adik, computer boleh guna tak?
Adik: [while eyes faithfully glued to the TV] Boleh.
Alang: Habis tu kenapa tak on computer?
Adik: Adik tutup sebab dah lama sangat bukak.
Alang: Jadi tak boleh bukak lah?
Adik: Boleh, dah lama sangat tutup.
I smiled, even though I was tired, even though I was frustrated, and even though those haunting callings of the final exams was ringing sharply in my ears.
:)
Oh. Crap.
I just remebered about the final exams.
I'm not smiling now...
Must get started. Hmmm, but where to start? Ugly purple book? Ugly black book? Ugly maroon book?
Oh. And I love you.
I love driving alone, slowly, in my small car.
I love going back to my small town.
I love eating kuih-muih with my darling mother beside the Paroi football stadium, while talking about the most unimportant of things.
I love those picnics my friends and I have, and I especially love those immature crazy retarded photo sessions we have right after we eat our tuna sandwiches and poorly-cooked spaghetti.
I love kindness in people who you don't know much, but nevertheless amaze you with their understanding nature. [PY Tee]
I love making new friends, and seeing their refreshing faces while they wave at you. [Qiu Yi and Grace Pang]
I love those conversations I have with my younger brother when we haven't met for weeks.
Alang: Adik, computer boleh guna tak?
Adik: [while eyes faithfully glued to the TV] Boleh.
Alang: Habis tu kenapa tak on computer?
Adik: Adik tutup sebab dah lama sangat bukak.
Alang: Jadi tak boleh bukak lah?
Adik: Boleh, dah lama sangat tutup.
I smiled, even though I was tired, even though I was frustrated, and even though those haunting callings of the final exams was ringing sharply in my ears.
:)
Oh. Crap.
I just remebered about the final exams.
I'm not smiling now...
Must get started. Hmmm, but where to start? Ugly purple book? Ugly black book? Ugly maroon book?
Oh. And I love you.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Teh Ais
How is it possible that, in midst of blaring happiness, I still manage to resemble a poignant image?
I feel ungrateful. Healthy, wealthy, blessed, but ungrateful.
Life has always treated me with such unimaginable kindness, but I've always been unkind, to both life, and those who I share it with.
I should be more grateful.
Truth is, and yes I admit, I miss you. All of you. But I can't help feeling like, that t-shirt that just decided to disappear after laundry day. No one, myself included, ever feels the need to search for that sad, pathetic t-shirt. But, I'm surrounded by heart shapes that faithfully follow me wherever, whenever.
I should be more grateful.
And you don't need me anymore, though I painfully need you. How I found you, so very like me, I can never understand. God answered my prayers, and led me towards you. You're the sibbling I never had, the friend I only dreamed of. You're my balance in life, and you keep me honest and sane. I can tell you anything and everything without a tinge of worry in mind. But you found life in love. And you grew out of being stagnant. And you left me alone, right where we met; in my confused state of mind. I know I sound selfish, and I admit that I am, but can't I be selfish, just this once? I mean, seriously, after all the self-neglection that I inflict upon myself, can't I just be selfish? But she's still by my side, though hundreds of miles away, she's always in my pocket, and just a heart beat away.
I love every strand of hair that grows on your head. How can't I? We have the same messy and unmanageable hair, the same small un-Malay like eyes, the same dark, red skin, the same large forehead... But you seem to forget that I'm no more older than that precious gem. How could I possibly carry your burden... I comfort you when he hates you. I follow you, just so you won't feel alone. I live my life revolving over yours. But you're never there for me. And you're always wrong, always... I cannot stand another day of you releasing all that ugly anger you possess by lashing it out at me. I'm 20, and that may be old enough, but, you're 55, and he's 55, and he's 25, and he's 23. My point is, I'm younger, and I want to be treated as such. But, I'll always have you. Even if you're 15, and even if you don't understand what is happening, and even if you don't talk to me much, I'll still, always, have you.
I should be more grateful.
And you, after my tiring pleas, and your anything but sincere forgiveness, you still deem me as unworthy. I know I treated you like no one should have been treated, but I changed all that makes me me, and only for you... But, you forgave me, when I know it must have been the hardest thing for you to do.
I should be more grateful.
Everything's moving, developing, at a very, fast pace. And though I'm surrounded by this large crowd, I know I'm standing alone.
But I should really be more grateful, because at the very least, I still have me.
[gambar ini di-edit oleh Diana Syakila Syukor. pffft, ape2jelah.]
I feel ungrateful. Healthy, wealthy, blessed, but ungrateful.
Life has always treated me with such unimaginable kindness, but I've always been unkind, to both life, and those who I share it with.
I should be more grateful.
Truth is, and yes I admit, I miss you. All of you. But I can't help feeling like, that t-shirt that just decided to disappear after laundry day. No one, myself included, ever feels the need to search for that sad, pathetic t-shirt. But, I'm surrounded by heart shapes that faithfully follow me wherever, whenever.
I should be more grateful.
And you don't need me anymore, though I painfully need you. How I found you, so very like me, I can never understand. God answered my prayers, and led me towards you. You're the sibbling I never had, the friend I only dreamed of. You're my balance in life, and you keep me honest and sane. I can tell you anything and everything without a tinge of worry in mind. But you found life in love. And you grew out of being stagnant. And you left me alone, right where we met; in my confused state of mind. I know I sound selfish, and I admit that I am, but can't I be selfish, just this once? I mean, seriously, after all the self-neglection that I inflict upon myself, can't I just be selfish? But she's still by my side, though hundreds of miles away, she's always in my pocket, and just a heart beat away.
I should be more grateful.
I love every strand of hair that grows on your head. How can't I? We have the same messy and unmanageable hair, the same small un-Malay like eyes, the same dark, red skin, the same large forehead... But you seem to forget that I'm no more older than that precious gem. How could I possibly carry your burden... I comfort you when he hates you. I follow you, just so you won't feel alone. I live my life revolving over yours. But you're never there for me. And you're always wrong, always... I cannot stand another day of you releasing all that ugly anger you possess by lashing it out at me. I'm 20, and that may be old enough, but, you're 55, and he's 55, and he's 25, and he's 23. My point is, I'm younger, and I want to be treated as such. But, I'll always have you. Even if you're 15, and even if you don't understand what is happening, and even if you don't talk to me much, I'll still, always, have you.
I should be more grateful.
And you, after my tiring pleas, and your anything but sincere forgiveness, you still deem me as unworthy. I know I treated you like no one should have been treated, but I changed all that makes me me, and only for you... But, you forgave me, when I know it must have been the hardest thing for you to do.
I should be more grateful.
Everything's moving, developing, at a very, fast pace. And though I'm surrounded by this large crowd, I know I'm standing alone.
But I should really be more grateful, because at the very least, I still have me.
[gambar ini di-edit oleh Diana Syakila Syukor. pffft, ape2jelah.]
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Mee Sua
Spent the whole day in front of my laptop, watching 6 episodes of New Zealand's Next Top Model on Youtube. The girls are much more model-like compared to those ANTM hags.
No food, just a drilling headache. I don't do "sit-in-front-of-laptop-for-hours".
I hate Sundays in Melaka.
Heard "my people" aka fellow Contract Law failures are dropping the subject.
Was confident yesterday, now not so much.
Dear God, I suck. Help this worthless soul you created. Amin.
Wish I could turn back time, and be here;
Amanina, aku doakan kau.
Kris Allen, marry me.
Help :(
No food, just a drilling headache. I don't do "sit-in-front-of-laptop-for-hours".
I hate Sundays in Melaka.
Heard "my people" aka fellow Contract Law failures are dropping the subject.
Was confident yesterday, now not so much.
Dear God, I suck. Help this worthless soul you created. Amin.
Wish I could turn back time, and be here;
Amanina, aku doakan kau.
Kris Allen, marry me.
Help :(
Friday, April 24, 2009
Gourmet Laksa
The week after my dramatic escape was, in short, kind.
If I've never said it before, well, I want all of you [my dear friends] to know that the time where I'll say "thank you guys for being perfect friends" will never come.
OK shit. I think I just indirectly said it. [Ego tak???]
So, being a true temporary-Malaccan [I emphasise on "temporary"], I spent my Friday evening in Dataran Pahlawan/DP/Whatever you wanna call it...
It was a breath of fresh air, after the hell of a week I had had...
Ate my Gourmet Laksa at Zen.
Then bought my favourite Jeli Anggur from that bakery in front of Zen.
Went to watch the funniest and sexiest Mall Cop ever... Paul Blart I'm truly madly deeply in lust with you.
Then...
Went to some hiasan-rumah-kedai-RM5 shop.
You know those key chains with birthdays on them??? And they have descriptions of people who were born on a particular birthday???
Well...
We thought it would be fun to read our birthdays.
Thought it was a good idea.
Thought wrong.
26 June, Farida Zohra; "people born on this date are loyal to their friends and are good listeners".
SHOCKINGLY TRUE OMG OMG OMG OWHMAIGOT!
22 December, Adiba Farhana; "people born on this date are positive, a ray of sunshine".
HMMMM, I would like to exercise my right to remain silent. Sunshine konon.
15 June, Prince Irshad K.J, of Seremban, N9, Malaysia [feel free to puke];
"they are free spirited".
EH BETUL LAH! WAH! Begitu...
"they are fearful of commitment"
W. T. F! aku manede takut commitment! kot. ok. aku delusi. tau.
But my point is, why, eh no, HOW could they put sunshine and positiveness and loyalty on the other birthdays and put goddamneffing FEARFUL OF COMMITMENT on mine!?!
Jahat lah kau.
Whatev I don't believe in magic I don't believe in miracles I don't believe in love and I SURE AS HELL GODDAMN DO NOT BELIEVE IN STUPID KEY CHAINS!
Dramatic much???
On a lighter note... I have decided that I will not withdraw/drop Contract Law. I failed. It happened. I'll wing it. I'm gonna take it like a man. [OK, har har, laugh all you want...]
I'll pass the finals. And if I don't... Eh, Segi College nye law ok tak???
[touch wood touch wood CHOY!]
Kris Allen ditch your wife and marry me I could make you happy make you're dreams come true go to the end of the world for you there is nothing that I wouldn't do to make you feel my love...
Must. Study. Finals. 3 Weeks. Contract. Law. Sucks. Kill. Me. Now.
p/s; I love you. Hahah. No no.
p/s; Is it Nasi Cina Ayam Ala Zul, or Nasi Zul Cina Ala Ayam, or Nasi Zul Ayam Ala Cina, or Nasi Ayam Cina Ala Zul.....???
IKJ.
If I've never said it before, well, I want all of you [my dear friends] to know that the time where I'll say "thank you guys for being perfect friends" will never come.
OK shit. I think I just indirectly said it. [Ego tak???]
So, being a true temporary-Malaccan [I emphasise on "temporary"], I spent my Friday evening in Dataran Pahlawan/DP/Whatever you wanna call it...
It was a breath of fresh air, after the hell of a week I had had...
Ate my Gourmet Laksa at Zen.
Then bought my favourite Jeli Anggur from that bakery in front of Zen.
Went to watch the funniest and sexiest Mall Cop ever... Paul Blart I'm truly madly deeply in lust with you.
Then...
Went to some hiasan-rumah-kedai-RM5 shop.
You know those key chains with birthdays on them??? And they have descriptions of people who were born on a particular birthday???
Well...
We thought it would be fun to read our birthdays.
Thought it was a good idea.
Thought wrong.
26 June, Farida Zohra; "people born on this date are loyal to their friends and are good listeners".
SHOCKINGLY TRUE OMG OMG OMG OWHMAIGOT!
22 December, Adiba Farhana; "people born on this date are positive, a ray of sunshine".
HMMMM, I would like to exercise my right to remain silent. Sunshine konon.
15 June, Prince Irshad K.J, of Seremban, N9, Malaysia [feel free to puke];
"they are free spirited".
EH BETUL LAH! WAH! Begitu...
"they are fearful of commitment"
W. T. F! aku manede takut commitment! kot. ok. aku delusi. tau.
But my point is, why, eh no, HOW could they put sunshine and positiveness and loyalty on the other birthdays and put goddamneffing FEARFUL OF COMMITMENT on mine!?!
Jahat lah kau.
Whatev I don't believe in magic I don't believe in miracles I don't believe in love and I SURE AS HELL GODDAMN DO NOT BELIEVE IN STUPID KEY CHAINS!
Dramatic much???
On a lighter note... I have decided that I will not withdraw/drop Contract Law. I failed. It happened. I'll wing it. I'm gonna take it like a man. [OK, har har, laugh all you want...]
I'll pass the finals. And if I don't... Eh, Segi College nye law ok tak???
[touch wood touch wood CHOY!]
Kris Allen ditch your wife and marry me I could make you happy make you're dreams come true go to the end of the world for you there is nothing that I wouldn't do to make you feel my love...
Must. Study. Finals. 3 Weeks. Contract. Law. Sucks. Kill. Me. Now.
p/s; I love you. Hahah. No no.
p/s; Is it Nasi Cina Ayam Ala Zul, or Nasi Zul Cina Ala Ayam, or Nasi Zul Ayam Ala Cina, or Nasi Ayam Cina Ala Zul.....???
IKJ.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Nasi Lemak Kampung Baru
Ok I'm back. I know, no one cares, but yeah, I'm back...
So I failed contract, and went berserk for a week. Who cares.
So I have to hantar my car for service, but I'm broke. Who cares.
So I've picked up a bad habit, again. Who cares.
So I'm becoming uglier day by day. Who cares.
So my heart is turning black. Who cares.
So I'm indirectly killing myself. Who cares.
So I'm slowly dying. Again. Who cares.
Thing is...
I care........
And so yeah, back to the topic... I. Failed. Contract.
A mere 5.3/20, which becomes 5/20 when ianya dibundarkan.
Not even a six.
God I'm dumb...
How do you react when you turn dumb???
Ok, so when she gave us the results, I smiled... Looked to Rathi, and smiled... Left the class, still smiling... Told Rathi I was running eh no, going back to Seremban, while still smiling... Met Zakwan in the library, told him I failed, still smiling... Met with Ng Kai Choy, told him I got below 10, still faithfully smiling. Went to the bank. Met Amirah Yasmin, told her I failed, still smiling...
Went back to my apartment, packed my clothes, took my laptop, and headed to my car, sickeningly still smiling. Got in my car, and drove out of my apartment, to the highway, while still smiling.
Drove for an hour and a half, 70km/h, while still smiling.
Saw the "Sempadan Negeri Sembilan" signboard. Stopped smiling.
Called Maryam. Felt depressed [cause she reminded me of MMU, which reminded me of law, which reminded me of Contract, which reminded me of failing...]
Called Diana. Felt, light.er. Then, started to smile again, this time, really smile.
Saw the "Senawang - 2km" signboard. Stopped smiling.
"anda tak perlu pulang mungkin, esok boleh pulang, terus ke Nilai"
Saw the Senawang exit. Stopped smiling. Slowed down the car. Turned on the left blinker.
...
Sped up. Missed the Senawang exit.
Smiled again.
Melaka-Nilai-Cyberjaya-Damansara-KL-KL-KL-KL-KL-KL-slums of KL-Cheras-KL-Kampung Baru-KL-Damansara Utama/Damansara something else??-Subang Jaya-USJ 13-Kampung Baru-Nilai-Seremban.
Slept in the carpark, of a goddamn kedekut hotel.
Me, Diana, the Sodomizor, one night, and Nasi Lemak Kampung Baru.
:) [tersenyum sejenak]
"ala, takpe anda, kalau sesat pon, kite masih dalam Malaysia"
(wished Maryam was there...)
Thank you D. Wouldn't have made it without you.
p/s: I'm feeling better now.
So I failed contract, and went berserk for a week. Who cares.
So I have to hantar my car for service, but I'm broke. Who cares.
So I've picked up a bad habit, again. Who cares.
So I'm becoming uglier day by day. Who cares.
So my heart is turning black. Who cares.
So I'm indirectly killing myself. Who cares.
So I'm slowly dying. Again. Who cares.
Thing is...
I care........
And so yeah, back to the topic... I. Failed. Contract.
A mere 5.3/20, which becomes 5/20 when ianya dibundarkan.
Not even a six.
God I'm dumb...
How do you react when you turn dumb???
Ok, so when she gave us the results, I smiled... Looked to Rathi, and smiled... Left the class, still smiling... Told Rathi I was running eh no, going back to Seremban, while still smiling... Met Zakwan in the library, told him I failed, still smiling... Met with Ng Kai Choy, told him I got below 10, still faithfully smiling. Went to the bank. Met Amirah Yasmin, told her I failed, still smiling...
Went back to my apartment, packed my clothes, took my laptop, and headed to my car, sickeningly still smiling. Got in my car, and drove out of my apartment, to the highway, while still smiling.
Drove for an hour and a half, 70km/h, while still smiling.
Saw the "Sempadan Negeri Sembilan" signboard. Stopped smiling.
Called Maryam. Felt depressed [cause she reminded me of MMU, which reminded me of law, which reminded me of Contract, which reminded me of failing...]
Called Diana. Felt, light.er. Then, started to smile again, this time, really smile.
Saw the "Senawang - 2km" signboard. Stopped smiling.
"anda tak perlu pulang mungkin, esok boleh pulang, terus ke Nilai"
Saw the Senawang exit. Stopped smiling. Slowed down the car. Turned on the left blinker.
...
Sped up. Missed the Senawang exit.
Smiled again.
Melaka-Nilai-Cyberjaya-Damansara-KL-KL-KL-KL-KL-KL-slums of KL-Cheras-KL-Kampung Baru-KL-Damansara Utama/Damansara something else??-Subang Jaya-USJ 13-Kampung Baru-Nilai-Seremban.
Slept in the carpark, of a goddamn kedekut hotel.
Me, Diana, the Sodomizor, one night, and Nasi Lemak Kampung Baru.
:) [tersenyum sejenak]
"ala, takpe anda, kalau sesat pon, kite masih dalam Malaysia"
(wished Maryam was there...)
Thank you D. Wouldn't have made it without you.
p/s: I'm feeling better now.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Salmon Quiche
I got to see my family this weekend.
Its amazing how you never realise just how much you miss your family until you actually see them in like, inch-close distance. I know this may sound, erm, stupid/common/random/duhh [your choice], but if you had known me 5 years back... Boy would you understand.
5 years back,
I was 15 years old.
Wondering if I had reached puberty yet [believe me, its confusing]
Wishing for facial hair to grow.
Hating school.
Wondering if I was straight/otherwise so.
Dreaming; of college, of living in my own apartment, having my own car, becoming a famous
super duper gorgeous fashion designer...
Reading feminine magazines under the covers.
Secretly watching ANTM when everyone was asleep.
And...
Hating the family.
Ok, ok. I promise this won't be a depressing post. Ke arah Irshad yang baru. Begitu.
My point is, I was that kid [cewah, "that kid", sekarang dewasa telah mungkin. Yakni, mungkin???].
Insecure, delusional, uncomfortable in my own body, delusional, and well yes, I hated my family. Felt like the black sheep, with lighter skin of course [no offence]. Felt like life was unfair, that they didn't love me enough, they didn't care yada yada yada and all that crap.
At 10, I couldn't wait to be 15.
Then I turned 15.
I thought, when I'm 20 I'll be more matured, grown up... I also thought, I would have found someone. Stop singing in public. Become masculine. Having fun. Living life.
I turn 20 in two months time. *hint hint
Have I changed??? Well let me put it this way. I still sing [badly and way out of tune] in public. And as far as becoming more masculine is concerned, well, I hit a dead end at 15.
I'm still as clueless as I was at 15. No. Screw that. I'm more clueless now. Nothing, has changed. Literally.
I still wonder if I've reached puberty [ok, maybe not, cause I'm sure its only supposed to happen once, maybe. I dunno. --note to self; must find more guy friends, and ask.--]
I'm still wishing for more facial hair.
I still hate school. AND now, even college.
I still want to be gorgeous.
Age is just a number. And as I suck in maths, or in simpler terms, "bangang maths", age must be wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy unimportant.
And, my family, still manages to forget that I am the second last child in the family. I'm young. er. Than most of you. And yet... I'm the one who has to listen to her screaming when they piss them off. And I'm the one who suffers from lack of financial assistance due to their poor judgments and stupidity. For once, I want to be able to share my problems, and not have you look the other way, not caring...
Hmmm.
Maybe life will be better when I turn 25...
p/s: "Tak Hilang Melayu Di Dunia". Oh. Begitu rupanya.
Pfft this post is soooo depressing. Am seriously gonna talk about boobs and cars in the next post.
Its amazing how you never realise just how much you miss your family until you actually see them in like, inch-close distance. I know this may sound, erm, stupid/common/random/duhh [your choice], but if you had known me 5 years back... Boy would you understand.
5 years back,
I was 15 years old.
Wondering if I had reached puberty yet [believe me, its confusing]
Wishing for facial hair to grow.
Hating school.
Wondering if I was straight/otherwise so.
Dreaming; of college, of living in my own apartment, having my own car, becoming a famous
super duper gorgeous fashion designer...
Reading feminine magazines under the covers.
Secretly watching ANTM when everyone was asleep.
And...
Hating the family.
Ok, ok. I promise this won't be a depressing post. Ke arah Irshad yang baru. Begitu.
My point is, I was that kid [cewah, "that kid", sekarang dewasa telah mungkin. Yakni, mungkin???].
Insecure, delusional, uncomfortable in my own body, delusional, and well yes, I hated my family. Felt like the black sheep, with lighter skin of course [no offence]. Felt like life was unfair, that they didn't love me enough, they didn't care yada yada yada and all that crap.
At 10, I couldn't wait to be 15.
Then I turned 15.
I thought, when I'm 20 I'll be more matured, grown up... I also thought, I would have found someone. Stop singing in public. Become masculine. Having fun. Living life.
I turn 20 in two months time. *hint hint
Have I changed??? Well let me put it this way. I still sing [badly and way out of tune] in public. And as far as becoming more masculine is concerned, well, I hit a dead end at 15.
I'm still as clueless as I was at 15. No. Screw that. I'm more clueless now. Nothing, has changed. Literally.
I still wonder if I've reached puberty [ok, maybe not, cause I'm sure its only supposed to happen once, maybe. I dunno. --note to self; must find more guy friends, and ask.--]
I'm still wishing for more facial hair.
I still hate school. AND now, even college.
I still want to be gorgeous.
Age is just a number. And as I suck in maths, or in simpler terms, "bangang maths", age must be wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy unimportant.
And, my family, still manages to forget that I am the second last child in the family. I'm young. er. Than most of you. And yet... I'm the one who has to listen to her screaming when they piss them off. And I'm the one who suffers from lack of financial assistance due to their poor judgments and stupidity. For once, I want to be able to share my problems, and not have you look the other way, not caring...
Hmmm.
Maybe life will be better when I turn 25...
p/s: "Tak Hilang Melayu Di Dunia". Oh. Begitu rupanya.
Pfft this post is soooo depressing. Am seriously gonna talk about boobs and cars in the next post.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Gulai Tempoyak Ikan Patin
So...
I was doing my Constitutional Law assignment, writing about the Separation of Powers in Malaysia.
Having not paying much attention in part 1 of this subject, I totally forgot what to call Malaysia.
Constitutional Monarch?
Democratic?
As I was pretty much lazy to open up that ugly black book, and my usually helpful housemate/classmate decided to sleep for the whole day, I took the easiest option, I "wiki-ed" Malaysia.
.....as a country that practices the parliamentary system......
Oh. "country that practices the parliamentary system".
Begitu rupanya.
You know what I like about Wikipedia?
The ability to gain much unnecessary information.
--I first searched for Malaysia.
--Then I saw the "Malaysian Malays" link.
And found this;
Languages: Predominantly Malay with limited usage of English.
Biar saya memberi emphasis terhadap perkataan"limited" di sini.
Komen saya, Oh. Begitu.
--From the "Malaysian Malays" page, I saw the "Minangkabau" link.
--And from the "Minangkabau" page, I saw the "Negeri Sembilan" link.
--Being born and, sort of bred in Negeri Sembilan, I got interested and I clicked.
Wikipedia has powerful magic. They made Negeri Sembilan look, nice. I became curious.
--And then I saw the link for "Seremban", my hometown.
--I clicked, read the first paragraph, then the second, and then, POOOOFtadaaaa!
I was doing my Constitutional Law assignment, writing about the Separation of Powers in Malaysia.
Having not paying much attention in part 1 of this subject, I totally forgot what to call Malaysia.
Constitutional Monarch?
Democratic?
As I was pretty much lazy to open up that ugly black book, and my usually helpful housemate/classmate decided to sleep for the whole day, I took the easiest option, I "wiki-ed" Malaysia.
.....as a country that practices the parliamentary system......
Oh. "country that practices the parliamentary system".
Begitu rupanya.
You know what I like about Wikipedia?
The ability to gain much unnecessary information.
--I first searched for Malaysia.
--Then I saw the "Malaysian Malays" link.
And found this;
Languages: Predominantly Malay with limited usage of English.
Biar saya memberi emphasis terhadap perkataan"limited" di sini.
Komen saya, Oh. Begitu.
--From the "Malaysian Malays" page, I saw the "Minangkabau" link.
--And from the "Minangkabau" page, I saw the "Negeri Sembilan" link.
--Being born and, sort of bred in Negeri Sembilan, I got interested and I clicked.
Wikipedia has powerful magic. They made Negeri Sembilan look, nice. I became curious.
--And then I saw the link for "Seremban", my hometown.
--I clicked, read the first paragraph, then the second, and then, POOOOFtadaaaa!
City status
Seremban is one of four state capitals that has not achieved city status (Bandar raya) other than Kota Bharu, Kuantan and Kangar. However, the Malaysian Ministry of Housing and Local Government has approved Seremban to be declared a city by 9 September 2009. To achieve the city status, the state government has agreed that Majlis Perbandaran Nilai and Majlis Perbandaran Seremban will be combined together.
Seremban, is, apparently, not a city. In other words, I live, in a place, that is not, a city. In other words...
I'm a hill billy.
A Malaysian.
Negeri Sembilanian.
Serembanian.
hill billy.
And "to acheive the city status, the state government has agreed that Majlis Perbandaran NILAI and Majlis Perbandaran Seremban will be combined together".
What the french connection united kingdom! Have these people ever been to Nilai?
Nilai 1.
Nilai 2.
Nilai 3.
Perlu kah!?!
Hmmm, tapi beli kain murahlah.
The City of Seremban-Nilai, home of cheap cloths and textile.
Oh. Begitu.
And did you know that Malaysia, though a gazillion times smaller than Australia, has a larger population?
Hmmm... Condoms. They may break. And, bak kata Melayu, "tak feel". But at least you won't have "ooops!" babies.
Along, planned.
Angah, panned.
Alang, planned.
Ateh, oops.
Acik, oops.
Adik, oops.
The lesser you have sex, the more space you have in our beloved country. Think about that when you pull out your Asian-sized penis or allow one to enter you.
An alternative, be gay. [babies? what babies?]
I hate it when I get all educational. Sort of.
Sigh. Imma hill billy, from Bukan Bandaraya Seremban.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Warm Chocolate Gateaux
What is public policy?
"an unruly horse and when you get astride it you never know where it will carry you".
---Oh. Begitu.
Datuk Ong Kee Hui v Sinyium Anak Mutit [nama apakah ini?]
"Parliament intends to provide them with a decent subsistence to enable them to carry their duties free from any temptation of abusing their political powers and influence in order to acquire wealth... [sambungan] Malaysia based its system of representative government upon freedom of choice"
---Oh. Begitu.
Hamzah bin Musa v Fatimah Zaharah binti Mohamed Jalal
"the defendant was a man from Kelantan who married nine times and had divorced his wives nine times" [saya ulangi, 9 kali. ulang suara, 9 kali]
---Oh. Begitu.
[Yesteday, during Legal Methods lecture]
Mr. Cute Lecturer; We all know that 1 + 1 equals 1, but it can also equal "a", or "b". [saya ulangi. 1 + 1 = 1.]
---Oh. Begitu.
Kehidupan seorang pelajar undang2. You gotta love it.
[Allah bless my soul and show me guidance]
*takut gile exam Contract [bodoh] esok pagi...
"an unruly horse and when you get astride it you never know where it will carry you".
---Oh. Begitu.
Datuk Ong Kee Hui v Sinyium Anak Mutit [nama apakah ini?]
"Parliament intends to provide them with a decent subsistence to enable them to carry their duties free from any temptation of abusing their political powers and influence in order to acquire wealth... [sambungan] Malaysia based its system of representative government upon freedom of choice"
---Oh. Begitu.
Hamzah bin Musa v Fatimah Zaharah binti Mohamed Jalal
"the defendant was a man from Kelantan who married nine times and had divorced his wives nine times" [saya ulangi, 9 kali. ulang suara, 9 kali]
---Oh. Begitu.
[Yesteday, during Legal Methods lecture]
Mr. Cute Lecturer; We all know that 1 + 1 equals 1, but it can also equal "a", or "b". [saya ulangi. 1 + 1 = 1.]
---Oh. Begitu.
Kehidupan seorang pelajar undang2. You gotta love it.
[Allah bless my soul and show me guidance]
*takut gile exam Contract [bodoh] esok pagi...
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tomyam Mihun
I'm back to that place that makes me cry like a little girl. [literally]
I was just, flipping through my [extra boring & useless] Contracts text book when something caught my eye. It was that book, that pathetic, disgusting, cute, sweet, serene book.
It was one of my fondest memories. I knew she cared for me, and the thing is, I didn't really mind, I cared for her too.
I'll ask you a simple question; "What's the worst part of being a bitch?"
Answer; losing friends.
God I wish I could take back some words, and hid my anger, and acted more rational, and stayed calm, and thought first, and lowered my ego, and kept quiet, and controlled myself...
But most of all, I wish I'm more forgiving.
It was stupid. I was stupid, you were stupid.
It wasn't because of the assignments, or those other crap I said. I kept it in for too long. And you were the trigger.
I apologise, I forgive, I... haven't forgotten, which basically means, forgiveness? .
Hmmm. Maybe its just not meant to be.
---It's this stupid effed up mentality that makes people stay away from me. Or do I stay away from them? Whatev. Eff it, I'm gorgeous, marvelous. Forgiveness is so overrated. Just like that Danny Gokey idiot.
I hate being here. But I hate being there. I'm screwed...
---Maybe I am too depressed? Nope, its probably self-pity... Issues man... Goddammit I got issues.
Fcuk my blog is soooo depressing. Tomorrow imma write bout erk, birds and boobs and football.
Yesterday, I ate pizza, I think it was Super Supreme or something... I hate meat, you know, chicken meat, lembu meat etc. [soooo unfashionable]. But growing up with three [manly] brothers, meat kinda comes with the package. Every time we order pizza [cause mummy's too busy to cook. love you mummy], Veggie Delight or Tuna Mayo is a big fat goddamn NO NO! So anyways I was eating my "very masculine and testosterone-enhancing pizza", disgusted by the amazingly large amount of oily peperoni, and POOOFtadaa!, I saw a small slice of pineapple. Boy was I excited, "fashionable food!" my heart screamed out loud. And then....
It dropped on the carpet...
I, literally, went all "TIDAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"! [serious, tak caye tanye ijaz...]
They [mak, along, kechik] asked "nape???".
I said "pineapple jatuh!"
Along and Kechik laughed at my dramatic-ness.
Mak said; "alamak habis lah carpet".
Sigh. Kasih sayang seorang ibu tidak terhingga. I agree.
[Contract law sucks badly]
p/s:
I, man.
I was just, flipping through my [extra boring & useless] Contracts text book when something caught my eye. It was that book, that pathetic, disgusting, cute, sweet, serene book.
It was one of my fondest memories. I knew she cared for me, and the thing is, I didn't really mind, I cared for her too.
I'll ask you a simple question; "What's the worst part of being a bitch?"
Answer; losing friends.
God I wish I could take back some words, and hid my anger, and acted more rational, and stayed calm, and thought first, and lowered my ego, and kept quiet, and controlled myself...
But most of all, I wish I'm more forgiving.
It was stupid. I was stupid, you were stupid.
It wasn't because of the assignments, or those other crap I said. I kept it in for too long. And you were the trigger.
I apologise, I forgive, I... haven't forgotten, which basically means, forgiveness? .
Hmmm. Maybe its just not meant to be.
---It's this stupid effed up mentality that makes people stay away from me. Or do I stay away from them? Whatev. Eff it, I'm gorgeous, marvelous. Forgiveness is so overrated. Just like that Danny Gokey idiot.
I hate being here. But I hate being there. I'm screwed...
---Maybe I am too depressed? Nope, its probably self-pity... Issues man... Goddammit I got issues.
Fcuk my blog is soooo depressing. Tomorrow imma write bout erk, birds and boobs and football.
Yesterday, I ate pizza, I think it was Super Supreme or something... I hate meat, you know, chicken meat, lembu meat etc. [soooo unfashionable]. But growing up with three [manly] brothers, meat kinda comes with the package. Every time we order pizza [cause mummy's too busy to cook. love you mummy], Veggie Delight or Tuna Mayo is a big fat goddamn NO NO! So anyways I was eating my "very masculine and testosterone-enhancing pizza", disgusted by the amazingly large amount of oily peperoni, and POOOFtadaa!, I saw a small slice of pineapple. Boy was I excited, "fashionable food!" my heart screamed out loud. And then....
It dropped on the carpet...
I, literally, went all "TIDAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"! [serious, tak caye tanye ijaz...]
They [mak, along, kechik] asked "nape???".
I said "pineapple jatuh!"
Along and Kechik laughed at my dramatic-ness.
Mak said; "alamak habis lah carpet".
Sigh. Kasih sayang seorang ibu tidak terhingga. I agree.
[Contract law sucks badly]
p/s:
I, man.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Kari Ayam
I feel happy, no, giddy. I had a good week. I mean, for the first time in my life, I actually lived. 19 years [I repeat, 19, not 20] of being alive, and I didn't even realise how dead I was.
First impressions can be deceiving;
I've never been to the South of Malaysia. I've been to the States, Australia, Europe, Mecca, Singapore... But never above Selangor.
My trip to Ipoh, was surprisingly pleasant. Truth be told, when planning for this road trip, I wasn't, intrigued by Ipoh. I thought to myself, what's in Ipoh? It can't be any better than Seremban or Melaka...
But Ipoh...
was a breath of fresh air. Kinda like that feeling you get when you've just been "punished" [assaulted/sexually harrassed] by your [disgusting-low-paycheck-ed] school teacher, and then you see a kid scratching his/her car using "duit syilling 50 sen"... (no Cikgu Muda, that wasn't me screw you bitch)
It wasn't just the place... It was the people I met. For 3 days of my life, I experienced something I never dreamed of... I witnessed love in a family;
Never have I seen two sisters so close to each other, you actually feel like gasping whenever they embraced. And never have I seen a relationship between child and mother that was so peaceful, it was painfully shocking. Or even how grandchild and grandmother would talk to each other... Just talk...
But it was those phone calls between father and mother that disturbed me.
How happy he made her feel, and how happy they were to see her happy.
I didn't know they existed. God I'm confused.
But I had MY family too... -thanks,youguysforthebestweekofmylife,iloveallofyou,morethanbradlovesangelina,ambekkau-
---God I hate [m'sian] schools you wouldn't even believe it. As I packed for Ipoh, IHJ, my ONLY younger brother, packed for, -ok wait-, deep breaths, the [fuckingly stupid] "Kem Gerak Tenaga Kadet Tentera". The name. The name! The FUCKING name of the "kem" itself pisses the crap out of me. FAR OUT MAN! Are you effing serious? WTF is "gerak tenaga"? Like, "the move energy army cadet camp". Effing makes no sense!
he told me; Alang, sarjan [some retarded form 5 "senior" bastard] kate makanan kat kem tu tak sedap, macam mihun goreng tapi tak rase ape2...
I answered; Adik... Memangla tak sedap. Kau tau tak ko gi mane ni? Kau tak pernah pegi kem skolah ke? [after seeing him shaking his head, I continued] Macam torture tau g kem2 bangang ni. Dulu Alang slalu suruh mak taipkan surat cakap Alang demam. mesti kau kene mandi dalam air sungai busuk. Makan makanan pendatang asing ngn tidur dalam kemah sial. Jom gi Giant [di Seremban terdapat Giant] beli biskut roti ngan sardin.
. . .
[While at Giant] I said; Adik, kalau sarjan bodoh tu suh adik buat bende yang adik tak nak buat, kite boleh saman die, sebab tak dapat "consent" daripade adik. Samelah macam konsep rogol. Die dah "coerce" adik, kite boleh saman. Paling senang, kite cakap je die "touched you in places he is not warranted to touch". Hah, die akan dilabel paedophile. Senang je dik...
I got back from Ipoh.
He asked me how my trip was.
I told him how much fun it was.
Then I asked him how his "kem" went.
He ate "mihun goreng tapi tak rasa ape2".
He showered in icky digusting "air sungai".
He slept in a "kemah sial".
Its always like this. While I'm eating at Zen in Melaka, he's eating crappy "gerai" food. While I'm out watching a movie with my friends, he's watching t.v at home, alone. While I'm on a roadtrip with my friends, he's in a fucking "kem".
babi sekolah2 m'sia.
Thanks; Adiba, Farida, Lee, Hana [and Hana's mum and Hawa], Adha [and Adha's dad and "baby"] for Ipoh. And thank [without an "s"] Maryam and Diana for a stick [???] of Corn.
First impressions can be deceiving;
I've never been to the South of Malaysia. I've been to the States, Australia, Europe, Mecca, Singapore... But never above Selangor.
My trip to Ipoh, was surprisingly pleasant. Truth be told, when planning for this road trip, I wasn't, intrigued by Ipoh. I thought to myself, what's in Ipoh? It can't be any better than Seremban or Melaka...
But Ipoh...
was a breath of fresh air. Kinda like that feeling you get when you've just been "punished" [assaulted/sexually harrassed] by your [disgusting-low-paycheck-ed] school teacher, and then you see a kid scratching his/her car using "duit syilling 50 sen"... (no Cikgu Muda, that wasn't me screw you bitch)
It wasn't just the place... It was the people I met. For 3 days of my life, I experienced something I never dreamed of... I witnessed love in a family;
Never have I seen two sisters so close to each other, you actually feel like gasping whenever they embraced. And never have I seen a relationship between child and mother that was so peaceful, it was painfully shocking. Or even how grandchild and grandmother would talk to each other... Just talk...
But it was those phone calls between father and mother that disturbed me.
How happy he made her feel, and how happy they were to see her happy.
I didn't know they existed. God I'm confused.
But I had MY family too... -thanks,youguysforthebestweekofmylife,iloveallofyou,morethanbradlovesangelina,ambekkau-
---God I hate [m'sian] schools you wouldn't even believe it. As I packed for Ipoh, IHJ, my ONLY younger brother, packed for, -ok wait-, deep breaths, the [fuckingly stupid] "Kem Gerak Tenaga Kadet Tentera". The name. The name! The FUCKING name of the "kem" itself pisses the crap out of me. FAR OUT MAN! Are you effing serious? WTF is "gerak tenaga"? Like, "the move energy army cadet camp". Effing makes no sense!
he told me; Alang, sarjan [some retarded form 5 "senior" bastard] kate makanan kat kem tu tak sedap, macam mihun goreng tapi tak rase ape2...
I answered; Adik... Memangla tak sedap. Kau tau tak ko gi mane ni? Kau tak pernah pegi kem skolah ke? [after seeing him shaking his head, I continued] Macam torture tau g kem2 bangang ni. Dulu Alang slalu suruh mak taipkan surat cakap Alang demam. mesti kau kene mandi dalam air sungai busuk. Makan makanan pendatang asing ngn tidur dalam kemah sial. Jom gi Giant [di Seremban terdapat Giant] beli biskut roti ngan sardin.
. . .
[While at Giant] I said; Adik, kalau sarjan bodoh tu suh adik buat bende yang adik tak nak buat, kite boleh saman die, sebab tak dapat "consent" daripade adik. Samelah macam konsep rogol. Die dah "coerce" adik, kite boleh saman. Paling senang, kite cakap je die "touched you in places he is not warranted to touch". Hah, die akan dilabel paedophile. Senang je dik...
I got back from Ipoh.
He asked me how my trip was.
I told him how much fun it was.
Then I asked him how his "kem" went.
He ate "mihun goreng tapi tak rasa ape2".
He showered in icky digusting "air sungai".
He slept in a "kemah sial".
Its always like this. While I'm eating at Zen in Melaka, he's eating crappy "gerai" food. While I'm out watching a movie with my friends, he's watching t.v at home, alone. While I'm on a roadtrip with my friends, he's in a fucking "kem".
babi sekolah2 m'sia.
Thanks; Adiba, Farida, Lee, Hana [and Hana's mum and Hawa], Adha [and Adha's dad and "baby"] for Ipoh. And thank [without an "s"] Maryam and Diana for a stick [???] of Corn.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Kerabu Mangga Muda
I feel like writing in Malay. Sort of. [introducing; Bahasa Andaku]
Kini adalah cuti traimester. Dahsyat konsep cuti ini, kerana adalah bosan segala duduki di rumah. Sesungguhnya berada di Melaka indah adalah "JAUH" lebih gah dan seronok. [Hmmm. Tiada pernah menhargai jasa baik budi Melaka...] Nasib baik perkara cuti di MMU adalah pendek dan tiada panjang melarat seolah IPTA segala. Yakni, maka nasib baik ke IPTS, begitu.
** My brothers "geleng-kepale-ed" when they heard me, Mak Yam and Diana S[y]akila talk like this. They said "patotlah amek law, cakap laju gile..." ***Diana bukannye amek law pon die nak jadi askar!
Ok. This feels weird. [some people are just not meant to write in Malay. Just as some people are not meant to write in English. Hmmm. Begitu.]
As I was saying [sort of], I hate the holidays... I mean, I basically am broke [?], and I live in a ghost town, so even if I had money, there would be no where to go... Am counting the days...
I never knew how secured I am... I always thought everyone felt the way I did. I mean, sure I may wake up one day and think, "God I'm black...", but then, I realise I'm asian, so yeah, naturally, I should be coloured... My point is, I've always felt comfortable in my body. I feel this way, because, well, there ARE people who are poorer, uglier, dumber [met a lot of those] than me...
*note to self; must be more cautious when teasing others, because people CAN be insecure.
Sorry for calling you short. I didn't realise how bad it would make you feel.
Low low low low... [this is not a reference to that "boobs with the fur" song.]
I have low expectations. Never expected money from my parents. Never targeted for an A. Never expected people to remember. Never thought of being loved. Never thought of being capable of loving. Never this, and never that.
I'm always satisfied with what I get...
I did not know that was a good trait. I mean, I was always happy with what I got,
but now...
What if there's more??? Don't I deserve more??? Is this as good as it gets?
I'm confused. Deeply. I feel like I've been lying to myself for 20 years.
Happy is NOT just accepting, as I just learnt, its expecting too...
........even if it does make you insane.
Maybe I am ugly dumb and poor. I should expect for more...
"Anda adalah mati tanpa *, tetapi * adalah LEBIH mati tanpa anda..."
That got me thinking [I hate thinking...].
Do they WANT me? Or do they NEED me??? I goddamnlove them. But I can't help feeling used.
*note to self; being a doormat sucks, but it DOES have its perks...
Thank you Mak Yam, even if you did call me Ayam.
Enough of this. I wanna eat some cake and stare into the mirror.
Sorry for wasting your time reading this. I suck.
p/s: saya dapat B3 untuk Bahasa Melayu masa SPM lalala.
Kini adalah cuti traimester. Dahsyat konsep cuti ini, kerana adalah bosan segala duduki di rumah. Sesungguhnya berada di Melaka indah adalah "JAUH" lebih gah dan seronok. [Hmmm. Tiada pernah menhargai jasa baik budi Melaka...] Nasib baik perkara cuti di MMU adalah pendek dan tiada panjang melarat seolah IPTA segala. Yakni, maka nasib baik ke IPTS, begitu.
** My brothers "geleng-kepale-ed" when they heard me, Mak Yam and Diana S[y]akila talk like this. They said "patotlah amek law, cakap laju gile..." ***Diana bukannye amek law pon die nak jadi askar!
Ok. This feels weird. [some people are just not meant to write in Malay. Just as some people are not meant to write in English. Hmmm. Begitu.]
As I was saying [sort of], I hate the holidays... I mean, I basically am broke [?], and I live in a ghost town, so even if I had money, there would be no where to go... Am counting the days...
I never knew how secured I am... I always thought everyone felt the way I did. I mean, sure I may wake up one day and think, "God I'm black...", but then, I realise I'm asian, so yeah, naturally, I should be coloured... My point is, I've always felt comfortable in my body. I feel this way, because, well, there ARE people who are poorer, uglier, dumber [met a lot of those] than me...
*note to self; must be more cautious when teasing others, because people CAN be insecure.
Sorry for calling you short. I didn't realise how bad it would make you feel.
Low low low low... [this is not a reference to that "boobs with the fur" song.]
I have low expectations. Never expected money from my parents. Never targeted for an A. Never expected people to remember. Never thought of being loved. Never thought of being capable of loving. Never this, and never that.
I'm always satisfied with what I get...
I did not know that was a good trait. I mean, I was always happy with what I got,
but now...
What if there's more??? Don't I deserve more??? Is this as good as it gets?
I'm confused. Deeply. I feel like I've been lying to myself for 20 years.
Happy is NOT just accepting, as I just learnt, its expecting too...
........even if it does make you insane.
Maybe I am ugly dumb and poor. I should expect for more...
"Anda adalah mati tanpa *, tetapi * adalah LEBIH mati tanpa anda..."
That got me thinking [I hate thinking...].
Do they WANT me? Or do they NEED me??? I goddamnlove them. But I can't help feeling used.
*note to self; being a doormat sucks, but it DOES have its perks...
Thank you Mak Yam, even if you did call me Ayam.
Enough of this. I wanna eat some cake and stare into the mirror.
Sorry for wasting your time reading this. I suck.
p/s: saya dapat B3 untuk Bahasa Melayu masa SPM lalala.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Nasi Ayam Penyet
Don't you just wish that good things never end?
Two words; [1] jagung, [2] skema.
Thank you Ayam and Peminum Starbucks for making me feel 19.
I had the best weekend of my life...
Two words; [1] jagung, [2] skema.
Thank you Ayam and Peminum Starbucks for making me feel 19.
I had the best weekend of my life...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Bubur Cha Cha
*Still on break from kutuk-ing myself.
--- To my shining star [literally],
I may hate you today, but I'll love you forever, and even after that....
I want to change. The "new Shad" I keep on telling people.
Can we really ever change?
Ok, must be less emo.
My "kindheartedcaringdoesnotliketobeatthecrapoutofme" housemate/classmate says;
I'm too depressed. that I keep myself locked up in some cocoon. that I have issues. that I, have issues. that I have, issues.
I'm unpleasant. To be with. To look at. To talk too. But I'm happy?
Shouldn't that count for something???
Shouldn't it????
I'm so messed up.
OOOOOOO, I almost forgot????!!!!!!!!
My, "kindheartedcaringdoesnotliketobeatthecrapoutofme" housemate/classmate ALSO said;
I keep everything "INSIDE" and, what was it again? Like, mmm, I act like everything's ok on the "OUTSIDE" but I'm way beyond repair in the inside.
In short. I'm fake. Wteff no. I am not fake! I "WAS" fake. Past tense. I'm me now. Seriously! Serious wei!
[maybe if I repeat it 10thousand times it'll come true.]
I can't change, cause that would defeat the whole purpose of being me. I want to be nice. er. but...
I am nice. I think. How effing nice.er can I effing be???
*** do not talk bad about others. [hard]
*** forgive and forget. ok, so maybe just forgive. or, just forget? [confused]
*** smile. and actually mean it. [way hard]
Irshad; you are not in high school anymore. Sure you have family issues. You think you're ugly. You think you're fat. People hate you. You hate people.
EVERYONE FEELS THE SAME!!! Stop complaining. Makes you look weak, pathetic and gay.
I'm not gay. Believe me. I tried. I wish I was. They're so much happier.
I want. To change. I don't want to be Shad. [simple solution, I'm Shad no longer, just call me Khairi. *tadaaaaa! Genius. ((call me Khairi, I'll kill you))]
---------
no
listen
u are human
its not wrong
i'd be hurt if it happened to me
----------
you are you. you havent changed. this is you
----------
u try so hard to please everyone
when u dont need or have to
----------
God I love you. Thanks, for making me feel more human, and less pathetic.
To another completely different person: I think I might just be n love with you. Sorry.
GodI'msuchadramaking.
--- To my shining star [literally],
I may hate you today, but I'll love you forever, and even after that....
I want to change. The "new Shad" I keep on telling people.
Can we really ever change?
Ok, must be less emo.
My "kindheartedcaringdoesnotliketobeatthecrapoutofme" housemate/classmate says;
I'm too depressed. that I keep myself locked up in some cocoon. that I have issues. that I, have issues. that I have, issues.
I'm unpleasant. To be with. To look at. To talk too. But I'm happy?
Shouldn't that count for something???
Shouldn't it????
I'm so messed up.
OOOOOOO, I almost forgot????!!!!!!!!
My, "kindheartedcaringdoesnotliketobeatthecrapoutofme" housemate/classmate ALSO said;
I keep everything "INSIDE" and, what was it again? Like, mmm, I act like everything's ok on the "OUTSIDE" but I'm way beyond repair in the inside.
In short. I'm fake. Wteff no. I am not fake! I "WAS" fake. Past tense. I'm me now. Seriously! Serious wei!
[maybe if I repeat it 10thousand times it'll come true.]
I can't change, cause that would defeat the whole purpose of being me. I want to be nice. er. but...
I am nice. I think. How effing nice.er can I effing be???
*** do not talk bad about others. [hard]
*** forgive and forget. ok, so maybe just forgive. or, just forget? [confused]
*** smile. and actually mean it. [way hard]
Irshad; you are not in high school anymore. Sure you have family issues. You think you're ugly. You think you're fat. People hate you. You hate people.
EVERYONE FEELS THE SAME!!! Stop complaining. Makes you look weak, pathetic and gay.
I'm not gay. Believe me. I tried. I wish I was. They're so much happier.
I want. To change. I don't want to be Shad. [simple solution, I'm Shad no longer, just call me Khairi. *tadaaaaa! Genius. ((call me Khairi, I'll kill you))]
---------
no
listen
u are human
its not wrong
i'd be hurt if it happened to me
----------
you are you. you havent changed. this is you
----------
u try so hard to please everyone
when u dont need or have to
----------
God I love you. Thanks, for making me feel more human, and less pathetic.
To another completely different person: I think I might just be n love with you. Sorry.
GodI'msuchadramaking.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sambal Udang
I'm gonna take a break from kutuk-ing myself.
Random thoughts;
* Sometimes, its better to keep some things inside your head. I learnt that the hard way.
* God I don't hate you. Or you too. I actually miss both of you. Ok, maybe just one of you...
* I think I'm in love. But I can't be in love. Because I'm messed up, everyone knows it. Even you.
* I saw you today, and I miss you too....
* It does get tiring... You know.... Being mean.
* Amendment that should be made to the Federal Constitutional.
Article 5 (6)
Right to fuck;
(a) any man
(b) any woman
(c) any object
(d) any animal
not taking into consideration of the race, gender and age of the said fuckor, subject to clause (7), in any position, time or place that the fuckor, and at times, the fuckee, may wish.
Article 5 (7)
N**** shall not fuck or be fucked.
* Hmmmm. Deebs says I think dirty thoughts, I wonder why. I probably have "porn-brain".
* Wish I was gay... Life would be much easier...
*Irshad you still suck, screw you f you.
Random thoughts;
* Sometimes, its better to keep some things inside your head. I learnt that the hard way.
* God I don't hate you. Or you too. I actually miss both of you. Ok, maybe just one of you...
* I think I'm in love. But I can't be in love. Because I'm messed up, everyone knows it. Even you.
* I saw you today, and I miss you too....
* It does get tiring... You know.... Being mean.
* Amendment that should be made to the Federal Constitutional.
Article 5 (6)
Right to fuck;
(a) any man
(b) any woman
(c) any object
(d) any animal
not taking into consideration of the race, gender and age of the said fuckor, subject to clause (7), in any position, time or place that the fuckor, and at times, the fuckee, may wish.
Article 5 (7)
N**** shall not fuck or be fucked.
* Hmmmm. Deebs says I think dirty thoughts, I wonder why. I probably have "porn-brain".
* Wish I was gay... Life would be much easier...
*Irshad you still suck, screw you f you.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Gulai Ayam Masak Lemak Cili Api
I was having a good day.
Sitting in the air-conditioned law-librabry, facebook-ing...
Then I had to pee, so I went to the disgusting toilet, and well, i peed.
I was about to wash my hands, and that's when my above average day turned fugly. I looked straight ahead,
and I saw HIM!
That whorish bitch! Standing there, looking confident with himself, not knowing just how fucking UGLY, no, URRRGLY he is!
Lets see... He has an effing LARGE forehead, bad skin, he's dark, tall, FULLSTOP.! And bitch please! You actually do realise we're living in Malaysia right? Then why the effing fuck are you wearing that hideous cardigan???
AND WAIT!!!
The last time I checked, cardigans are for GIRLS, gayfucktard!
OOO, what fucking happened? Cut your fucking penis while playing with your goddamn barbie dolls???? You GAY dick!
You're always surrounded by girls, cause no guy would ever wanna talk to you. You're like, as gay as they get!!! You fucking wear products, Body Shop for petes sake! I can literally feel my masculinity fading just effing talking about you!
You fucking wear lipstick!!!
YOU
ARE
A
GUY!!
You have a penis, no boobs, you fucking transgender!
I think its about time you fucking get back to reality, and go play soccer, dimwit.
You're GAY, SISSY, PONDAN, BAPOK, MAKNYAH...
Fuck off. Everyone hates you.
[FUN! Don't let me have all the fun, JOIN IN!!! Bash Irshad IKJ, talk crap about him too!!!!]
Sitting in the air-conditioned law-librabry, facebook-ing...
Then I had to pee, so I went to the disgusting toilet, and well, i peed.
I was about to wash my hands, and that's when my above average day turned fugly. I looked straight ahead,
and I saw HIM!
That whorish bitch! Standing there, looking confident with himself, not knowing just how fucking UGLY, no, URRRGLY he is!
Lets see... He has an effing LARGE forehead, bad skin, he's dark, tall, FULLSTOP.! And bitch please! You actually do realise we're living in Malaysia right? Then why the effing fuck are you wearing that hideous cardigan???
AND WAIT!!!
The last time I checked, cardigans are for GIRLS, gayfucktard!
OOO, what fucking happened? Cut your fucking penis while playing with your goddamn barbie dolls???? You GAY dick!
You're always surrounded by girls, cause no guy would ever wanna talk to you. You're like, as gay as they get!!! You fucking wear products, Body Shop for petes sake! I can literally feel my masculinity fading just effing talking about you!
You fucking wear lipstick!!!
YOU
ARE
A
GUY!!
You have a penis, no boobs, you fucking transgender!
I think its about time you fucking get back to reality, and go play soccer, dimwit.
You're GAY, SISSY, PONDAN, BAPOK, MAKNYAH...
Fuck off. Everyone hates you.
[FUN! Don't let me have all the fun, JOIN IN!!! Bash Irshad IKJ, talk crap about him too!!!!]
Sambal Petai
Today, in class, my lecturer was talking about human rights. I barely understood what he was talking about as I was too busy drooling over his hotness. Howev, he said one particular statement that managed to catch my attention.
"People always blog bad stuff about others, they never talk shit about themselves"
Ok, so he didn't say shit.
This is one very interesting statement. I used to blog, frequently. Then war happened. So I stopped. But as an ex-blogger, I've had my fair share of controversy. They said I kutuk-ed, I said I was being honest. They saw cats, I saw ring worms. Whatev, all in the pass. Anyways, my point is, people really DO blog crap about people they hate.
So I'm gonna defy expectations;
I'm gonna start bloging about the shitiness and effed-up-ness of yours truly, moi, saya, aku, daku...
Fun right? I know, I'm such a genius, so very gorgeous.
Reasons Why I Hate IKJ
No. 1:
IKJ is so effing narcissistic! I mean, like, what the fuck dude. You think you're so good. Better than others, smarter than others, thinner than others. Well let me indulge you with this thing, called the truth! U fugly, biartch! I mean, god you look like shit. No wonder your own housemate calls you a cunt, I mean, look at you. And bitch, puh-leasee, SIL VOUS PLAIT! you are NOT smart! Any bitch can pick up a book and read, and just because you read and effing sit in the library 24/7 like a fucking asswipe, doesn't mean you're smart. You're a bitch, a bitch who happens to read more than others.
Loser pleaseee.. Get a life, retard. Or, better yet, go and fuck yourself with your effing Contracts book.
Irshad; 2 words. "sex-deprived weirdo".
Loser.
[this was fun lah!]
"People always blog bad stuff about others, they never talk shit about themselves"
Ok, so he didn't say shit.
This is one very interesting statement. I used to blog, frequently. Then war happened. So I stopped. But as an ex-blogger, I've had my fair share of controversy. They said I kutuk-ed, I said I was being honest. They saw cats, I saw ring worms. Whatev, all in the pass. Anyways, my point is, people really DO blog crap about people they hate.
So I'm gonna defy expectations;
I'm gonna start bloging about the shitiness and effed-up-ness of yours truly, moi, saya, aku, daku...
Fun right? I know, I'm such a genius, so very gorgeous.
Reasons Why I Hate IKJ
No. 1:
IKJ is so effing narcissistic! I mean, like, what the fuck dude. You think you're so good. Better than others, smarter than others, thinner than others. Well let me indulge you with this thing, called the truth! U fugly, biartch! I mean, god you look like shit. No wonder your own housemate calls you a cunt, I mean, look at you. And bitch, puh-leasee, SIL VOUS PLAIT! you are NOT smart! Any bitch can pick up a book and read, and just because you read and effing sit in the library 24/7 like a fucking asswipe, doesn't mean you're smart. You're a bitch, a bitch who happens to read more than others.
Loser pleaseee.. Get a life, retard. Or, better yet, go and fuck yourself with your effing Contracts book.
Irshad; 2 words. "sex-deprived weirdo".
Loser.
[this was fun lah!]
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