Ok, lets sum up.
I'm still fat, I'm still clueless...
And I'm still, alone...
Not in a ooo I'm so lonely kind of way...
But in a omg I'm turning 21 and the only person that I have is, me.
Oh. Great.
Its been 6 years and I'm still 15.
Yay me.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Honey Cherry Tomatoes
Do you think, if I scream at my bloated stomach to flatten down, 60 times a minute, my dreams would hit reality? Because frankly speaking, my large-framed body is in excrutiating pain from the lack of food. Let's face it, I'm practically giant sized, and my stomach lives up to that expectation. I just, want to be thin. To fit in those vintage t-shirts, to not hide all that horrid fat under sweaters and cardigans. To be able to wear basic tees without being infected by the fear of being snarled by every person, disgusted at my disproportionate body. Salads and fruits and a chapati a day must not be "healthy" for a six foot tall man. You need to eat more, the family says. I say, in my heart obviously, by doing that, eating more, I'll look exactly like you, all of you. God. I miss those days where I could eat a twiggie without wanting to kill myself, or toast in the morning, or a bar of chocolate without studying the nutrition facts.
Some might claim I'm suffering from delusions, what, with my admittedly already underweight frame. But hey, the mind wants what it wants. Screw that, let's be honest for once. The mind wants, what it truly, does not want. Take for example two people with four children who are obviously out of love, and we're talking borderline hatred here, but still manage to stay together, and for what, because the fucking heart wants what it fucking wants? No, it's merely not accepting what should be accepted, the truth; that divorce amounts to public humiliation and much sneering from people who are probably stuck in some messed up marriage themselves.
Another example; a person so scared of falling in love, he falls for those he knows would only reduce his urge of ever loving. Cause hey, why suffer the pain of being alone, unable to love without breaking the boudaries of political correctness and social, moral obligations or whatever. One fake, unhealthy, and doomed relationship should be enough to kill the existence of any form of love inside you, but two of these, and you're basically romatically impotent. Oh how painful it is to close your eyes and see that person, that sadly, imaginary person who makes you ache with joy and feel pathetic sadness at the same time. You don't exist. Not in this world, in this surrounding. Even if you did, life itself would be at liberty, because when has going against the norm ever led to anything remotely good? Jack died in freezing water, Henry's whore was killed for abnormally being unable to have kids, and he too was killed just because he fell in love with him. These might come from movies we all want to not want to watch, but hey, they make perfect sense. But shouldn't love trump life? What are those (aforementioned) parents doing, sticking together when they know it's totally over. Well, I wouldn't know, I wasn't made yet, but I think, at one point, even if it was for a mere second, they might have loved each other. But no one said that would be permanent, heck I know its not permanent, I've had it on various occassions, and on all those occassions, "it" faded away the moment I realised how wrong right could be.
Oh, I love you both, I really do. Yes, I plan on leaving all of you the moment I gain a life, but I'll always love you. Some retard came up with the saying; "love is unconditional". Fuck that. Love is solely based on conditions. I love you, but only with sex. I love you my dear, but only because people are watching. I love you ever so dearly, but only because you're the only one who would love me back. I love you more than anything, but only because you made me. I. Love. You. But, fucking but this and fucking but that. Is love ever enough? Enough for, anything?
Oh I'll pretend I love you, and after I mentally abuse you, I'll beg for forgiveness, so I could mess with your stupid, pathetic head again, next week. In the mean time, I'll just insanely throw books across the room just because you touched my stuff, and threathen to kill you because you dropped my cheap laptop. And because I love how much I don't love any of you, I'll critisize your every move, because I'm always right, and so, no, you can't watch The Nanny or Seinfield because they're Jews, and we Muslims hate Jews! And of course I'm saying all this, all the while not really knowing why we're supposed to hate Jews or even worshipping Allah the way a person protecting Islam should.
Thank you, darling. In return, I'll pretend that I'm over you, and everytime you hurt me, you, hurt, me, I'll rant and talk shit about you, just to hide that secret, that secret that nobody must ever know; how i love you with all my heart, and how my life would be meaningless without you, how I'll never let you go and how I spend every second of my empty life praying that you, will never, ever, let me go. In the mean time, I'll bitch about my pathetic life, seeking sympathy from anyone who will listen, and even those who would not.
So who's more foolish? The Pretenders? The Delusional? The One in Denial?
We're all stupid. Plain fucking stupid.
p/s: I love you. And yes, I'm only saying this because this is what people do...
With <3 , IKJ.
Some might claim I'm suffering from delusions, what, with my admittedly already underweight frame. But hey, the mind wants what it wants. Screw that, let's be honest for once. The mind wants, what it truly, does not want. Take for example two people with four children who are obviously out of love, and we're talking borderline hatred here, but still manage to stay together, and for what, because the fucking heart wants what it fucking wants? No, it's merely not accepting what should be accepted, the truth; that divorce amounts to public humiliation and much sneering from people who are probably stuck in some messed up marriage themselves.
Another example; a person so scared of falling in love, he falls for those he knows would only reduce his urge of ever loving. Cause hey, why suffer the pain of being alone, unable to love without breaking the boudaries of political correctness and social, moral obligations or whatever. One fake, unhealthy, and doomed relationship should be enough to kill the existence of any form of love inside you, but two of these, and you're basically romatically impotent. Oh how painful it is to close your eyes and see that person, that sadly, imaginary person who makes you ache with joy and feel pathetic sadness at the same time. You don't exist. Not in this world, in this surrounding. Even if you did, life itself would be at liberty, because when has going against the norm ever led to anything remotely good? Jack died in freezing water, Henry's whore was killed for abnormally being unable to have kids, and he too was killed just because he fell in love with him. These might come from movies we all want to not want to watch, but hey, they make perfect sense. But shouldn't love trump life? What are those (aforementioned) parents doing, sticking together when they know it's totally over. Well, I wouldn't know, I wasn't made yet, but I think, at one point, even if it was for a mere second, they might have loved each other. But no one said that would be permanent, heck I know its not permanent, I've had it on various occassions, and on all those occassions, "it" faded away the moment I realised how wrong right could be.
Oh, I love you both, I really do. Yes, I plan on leaving all of you the moment I gain a life, but I'll always love you. Some retard came up with the saying; "love is unconditional". Fuck that. Love is solely based on conditions. I love you, but only with sex. I love you my dear, but only because people are watching. I love you ever so dearly, but only because you're the only one who would love me back. I love you more than anything, but only because you made me. I. Love. You. But, fucking but this and fucking but that. Is love ever enough? Enough for, anything?
Oh I'll pretend I love you, and after I mentally abuse you, I'll beg for forgiveness, so I could mess with your stupid, pathetic head again, next week. In the mean time, I'll just insanely throw books across the room just because you touched my stuff, and threathen to kill you because you dropped my cheap laptop. And because I love how much I don't love any of you, I'll critisize your every move, because I'm always right, and so, no, you can't watch The Nanny or Seinfield because they're Jews, and we Muslims hate Jews! And of course I'm saying all this, all the while not really knowing why we're supposed to hate Jews or even worshipping Allah the way a person protecting Islam should.
Thank you, darling. In return, I'll pretend that I'm over you, and everytime you hurt me, you, hurt, me, I'll rant and talk shit about you, just to hide that secret, that secret that nobody must ever know; how i love you with all my heart, and how my life would be meaningless without you, how I'll never let you go and how I spend every second of my empty life praying that you, will never, ever, let me go. In the mean time, I'll bitch about my pathetic life, seeking sympathy from anyone who will listen, and even those who would not.
So who's more foolish? The Pretenders? The Delusional? The One in Denial?
We're all stupid. Plain fucking stupid.
p/s: I love you. And yes, I'm only saying this because this is what people do...
With <3 , IKJ.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Weet-bix
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.
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.
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.
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