Seringkali bila kita menyayangi seseorang, ia turut diiringi perasaan ingin disayangi olehnya sebagaimana kita menyayanginya atau lebih. Tapi, pernahkah kita terfikir bahawa walau bagaimana dalam sekalipun rasa sayang kita terhadap seseorang, sebagai manusia biasa adalah sesuatu yang sangat sukar untuk meneka jika mereka juga menyayangi kita. Ini sering membuatkan aku rage.
Itu belum lagi bercakap tentang fasa percintaan itu sendiri. Di awal musim romantis, setiap hari paling kurang 10 SMS. Pagi – Good Morning, Breakfast, Tengahari – Lunch, Malam – Dinner, Goodnite, Sleep well dan begitu lah hari-hari seterusnya selama setahun. Setiap SMS pasti dibalas. Masuk tahun kedua hanya tinggal Tengahari – Lunch, Everything ok? Dan Malam – Goodnite. Masuk tahun kedua, ada SMS berbentuk ‘pertanyaan’ tidak berjawab sehinggalah soalan yang sama diulang dengan susunan ayat yang lain. Sehari SMS down to 3 ala kadar sahaja. Ini juga membuatkan aku rage.
Tarikh-tarikh penting adalah sangat istimewa bagi perempuan. Contohnya, Birthday dan Anniversary of 1st time declare as a couple. Lelaki pula, secara alaminya sering lupa hari-hari yang istimewa ini. Tahun pertama as couple, ucapan Happy Birthday darinya datang pada pukul 10 malam di penghujung hari. Aku sangat rage pada hari itu. Turns out, someone else meraikan Birthday yang sama dengan aku, his course mate at that teacher’s college. Seiring dengan kejujurannya, ucapan Happy Birthday diiringi dengan pernyataan minta maaf sebab agak lupa. Aku boleh terima kalau lupa Birthday aku di tahun kedua or ketiga percintaan, but tahun pertama sudah lupa, ini sungguh WTFBBQ! Tapi akhirnya I found out, dia memang seorang pelupa. Lupa dompet, lupa kunci kereta .. tipikal seorang lelaki. Jangan lupa nama aku sudah lah.
Setahun bercinta, masalah ex-girlfriend muncul (erks .. awalnya). Masalah muncul dengan cara yang WTF, but sebagai seorang yang cool, aku cuba untuk menenteramkan jiwa yang kacau. Dan sejak itu sebagai seorang perempuan yang telah hilang kepercayaan terhadap kekasih hati, isu tentang insiden ex-girlfriend selalu diungkit walaupun ketika itu isu yang berbangkit adalah isu melanggar seekor anjing. Aku marah sebab anjing adalah antara binatang yang comel.
Masalah ex-girlfriend tu pula tak pernah habis. Ex-girlfriend nak dia balik, tapi dia sudah terikat hati dengan aku. Aku pula hangin bila tau the ex menggunakan segala macam cara nak jumpa dia termasuk lah hal-hal yang berkaitan dengan harta benda yang dikongsi bersama semasa bercinta. Dan akhirnya, aku dapat tahu mereka bertemu juga a few times, semuanya atas alasan ‘hanya kawan’. Setiap kali aku rage dan mengungkit hal ini, setiap kali itu juga dia dengan sabarnya mengatakan dia sayang aku dan the ex hanya tinggal kawan. Bullshit! Aku sangat rage dengan hal-hal yang berkaitan dengan kepercayaan. Apalagi bila relationship jenis long-distance ini. Aku juga sangat tak suka bila aku yang perlu membuat keputusan untuk seorang lelaki. A man was created to protect and lead a woman or so I thought.
Tapi bila aku balik bertemu mata sama mata dengannya, I am so surprise that he is so in love with me. Tidak perlu berkata romantis, cinta dan sayang kepada diri ini cukup jelas di matanya. Kejujuran jelas terbayang di setiap bait katanya yang hanya sepatah dua. Aku kah yang paranoia tidak ingin ditipu lagi? Dia tidak membuat keputusan kerana ingin memberi aku pilihan, I forgot the days when I don’t have choices at all. The most surprising thing about him is kesabaran tahap ultraman gaia dalam dirinya. Even when I throwing tantrum in front of him, he never loses his cool, never raised his voice, still looking calmly at me. I have never met his parent, but whoever they are I must praised their raising skill; you got in your family a godlike child with the most serene smile I’ve ever seen.
Dan entah sihir apa yang diguna, tetapi when he said ‘I love you and you are the only one. Others are just friend’ without looking directly at me. I believe him. Ianya sama seperti bila kita jawab ‘aku takde duit la’ bila seorang kenalan rapat ajak masuk MLM dengan modal RM10, 000. Aku percaya, sebab kalau aku ada duit RM10k, tak mungkin aku invest masuk MLM.LMAO!
Sememangnya kita tidak dapat meneka sedalam mana cinta seseorang kepada kita. Kita cuma perlu mempercayai cinta itu wujud dan melakukan yang terbaik untuknya, jangan meragui kesetiaan, tak kisah apa pun yang terjadi selepas itu, kita tak perlu menyesal kerana kita telah pun melakukan yang terbaik dan termampu. Sesungguhnya kita semua adalah manusia dan bukannya mahkluk asing.
Seperti kata pujangga ‘when we do something because of love, no matter what the outcome, you can never call it a mistake’ ok, akulah pujangga itu. Ini bukan kisah cinta seperti dalam drama korea, perempuan berkelakuan comel dan berpakaian pelik bercinta dengan lelaki dari golongan berada yang berpakaian skema berlatarbelakangkan musim dingin dan semestinya salji sedang turun.
Apa-apa pun, Selamat Hari Ulangtahun buatmu. Even if you marry someone else, you are still the greatest gift of life ever gave to me. Tuhan telah menciptakan senyumanmu untuk menghilangkan stress aku. Maaf kerana aku juga tipikal perempuan. LOL.
Monday, June 6, 2011
love me for a reason and let the reason be love
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
new year, new chapter, new beginning
Boarding on the flight going back home, for 2 hours my mind started drifting to the memories.
Once, I was told a story of someone losing his uncle. When everybody came home but he didn't, rumours travel around mocking his absence at the funeral. When I met him, he told me the reason of his absence. He was so close to his uncle that when he is still alive they shared so much together even went to an adventure of lifetime together. He escapes the funeral because he doesn't want to be seen weak by crying over the lost and because, he’ll definitely cry over it. But most of all, he escaped because he’d done the best of life with him. He has no regrets and no one to lose. And every time I got really mad at someone, he will ask me 'what if that person got run over by a car, will u cry over her?' it’s my housemate (at that time), so ya, definitely I will. And ... I'm not mad anymore ... Just like that.
Reminiscence that … for 2 and half hours flight, I travel around the memory lane. Have I done the best of life with my father? I am very proud to say, yes I did. I have been living with him, longer than anyone except my mother. He has beaten me harder than he ever did to any of my siblings. He beat me physically and emotionally. When I was a kid, I hated it. But as years takes me to see there’s more to life than hated what he did, I came home every possibility to see him, shake and hugged him, gave him what I earned and told him to look after his health.
Did I have the best memory of him? Although I am a person who treasures memories, and I can remember almost every details of my life … Sadly, I have only one fondest memory of him. The others are too sad to reminiscence. Nevertheless, he has been the person who has a lot of stories to tell and I knew most of it. I didn’t cry at my father’s funeral because I have no regrets. In fact, I didn’t cry at all. I have done the best as a daughter and I secretly praised myself for it when I saw my other half-siblings crying over him. Damn! That certain ‘He’ indeed has a lot impact on my life.
One great thing I learnt from my father’s life, always be organized.
So long my father. You will be remembered, just like you want. I will make sure of it. It’s been a great adventure of life with you. Now, my new chapter of life has begun. At first, it’s too good to be true but I realized my mother's long suffering has been stop by Allah. Looks like, someone has been praying so hard.
So much to plan for my new life.
So much to fight for, so much to take care of.
So long my cradle of life, your stories are live to be told.
Al-fatihah.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
i saw the fireworks
Second week to a new year, 2011. And as cliche as it is, people asked about your new resolution.
I must looked back on what happened last year to have a new resolution. So, here it goes.
Best damn things last year?
1. Finally finish (err ... almost) the so-called study.
2. Went home 4 times. (wow .. airasia gotten rich, but aku puas hati)
3. I must say this no matter what. The Car! I got a car and in Brilliant red some more. I finally have something to drive around. Haha.
Best of all last year, I've got a 'heart'. to mend, to take care of, to hold on to, to put all my dreams, to create as many memories as I want.
And I can say, I've finally gotten over someone. I can finally go on a day without asking why. I realized there are no reasons why. Its just happened the way it is.
So this year? I will let the year go with the flow. Thats my resolution.
I saw the fireworks.
Coz baby you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Firework by Katy Perry.
Happy New Year.
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Monday, January 18, 2010
a little late celebration
It's New Year. Gosh! It's 2010. Time for new resolution, but I guess mine will be the same as last year and the year before. Last New Year of 2009, I said I wanted to be the best of everything for someone, and it turns out I am indeed the best but that someone isn't the best for me. You see, human problem is, when they gave something away, they expect the same thing or more will be given to them in return.
Can't we just give something unconditionally and still be happy about it? So this year I'll stick to the same resolution and added some ‘sugar’ to it. I'm going to be the best of everything to someone without expecting anything in return, unconditionally. Even if the end doesn't favor me (which I can already see coming with warning), I will still be happy about it. I wanted something to remember for a lifetime, like a memoir collector.
The cellar door and rainbow is celebrating her life.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
2 voices
I heard two voices in my heart. When I heard the first one, I feel safe. I have no worries, like everything is in the good hands, even in chaos I feel strangely calm because everything is all right, as long as the voice is here.
When I heard the voice deep within my inner self, it’s calming and serene, like the flow of time stand still for that moment. It feels like you can look into a mirror of the future and it looks bright and you can feel a splash of certainty. The only thing is the voice has control over me, over my shaky emotion. There’s a cut in my heart caused by the sense of self of this voice in the early years and since it has control over me, it keeps wounded me. I was wondering why I keep crawling back. Is it because that splash of certainty or that calming and serene feeling when I heard this voice?
The second voice is the voice I’ve heard since I was 18 years old. I was in the verge of exhaustion hearing the first voice when after 8 long years I heard the second voice again. God only knows, I long for that voice. It feels like coming home. Like a thousand snowflakes flowing in the sky rushing to get back all the years left by. It feels like where I belong, where I supposed to be from the first place. But, there’s another voice coming. It’s an unfamiliar voice that sends me an understandable signal of 3 years. I do feel a sense of guilt but because that something inside me never fade, and it grew stronger every single moment, it wash away all guiltiness that keep coming. And here I am, wondering why life leads me to this particular voice once again if I was meant to forget it. They are memories left untouched by time, ageless, forever 18.
I decide to part ways with the first voice. Not because I grew tired mending my broken heart, or because I give up to love and tears itself, or that everything I put into it has run its course. It is because I found myself trying too hard and deny objection from my own reason. Thankful that I ever been here with it, grateful that it taught me lots of thing and appreciate that it ever happen. Undeniably the best thing ever happens. So long my kiss-of-life, I wish you long and happy life. Life will take it turn on us if destiny is watching us now.
I kept in touch with the second voice with an extreme consciousness of the existence of the unfamiliar voice. I got nothing else to be bothered about, no heart to mind of, and most of all no broken heart to mend. I am a free soul. I am here, sitting on the bench, sipping my afternoon tea, in my three-quarter pants and Langkawi T-shirt, watching the quiet horizon sunset, breathes in the air of freedom making my own decision, not worry if it will upset other.
I have no regret.
~shake hands with choices once again~
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Monday, July 27, 2009
night in Bangsar
I was in Bangsar last night. Everyone will normally think ‘what on earth are you doing there’? Well, to accompany a friend from UK and it seems that they wanted to know what it is like the night-life here in Malaysia or Kuala Lumpur to be specific. I planned to drop them at Bukit Bintang but someone apparently was afraid to get lost in the heart of KL in the middle of the night.
And there I was. Heavy retro Indian music. The boss of the bar (Opps!) chatting happily to the friends. I ask for non-alcoholic drink and got some nice fruit Punch drink. While they talking, people start coming as it closed to midnight. The music gets heavier as my heavy-eyed. Everybody instantly knew I didn’t belong there. Someone was nice enough to ask me stand up and watched the professional singer sang a classic Hindi song. I did but I didn’t open my eyes. The boss of the place commented that he was afraid I fall asleep and thanked that person. I hissed at him that I got to work tomorrow.
Night life just isn’t for me. Some will say, ‘ahh... you’ll get used to it’. The truth is, I never. I’ve been there, but never one who will be contented with it. My night is at home. If I should really go, 10.00pm is the limit. Definitely no Shopping Spree at midnight. The only thing I can endure is midnight movie Teehee. I rather stay in front of TV watching some illegal DVD. I just don’t belong anywhere at night except at the comfort of my home, my bed, my pillow. If I’d go out, I’d be a zombie after 10pm and I wasn’t even there.
The male friend said, he’s been warning about not to drink anything illegal to his belief here in Malaysia as recently a model from Singapore has been ‘punished’ by the Religious Department for that. I have no comment for that. What you did is your choice. As I sleepily watched the friends stuff themselves with God-knows-what (haha) he smiles at me and I stared at him with the please-don’t-include-me feeling.
Life is a choice.
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Labels: Life, Night-life
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
uncertainty
I hate this word. But not as much as I hate the meaning.
I hate to get prepare for something unconfirmed.
Scene 1:
Daddy: Hi buddy, daddy’s gonna get the 3 days off this weekend so you better get prepared for some tools, pack a few things and don’t forget the binoculars your mommy bought for you last 2 weeks. We’re going on hiking. Yeah!
Little boy: Really Dad? Oh my god, finally! Wait… are you sure you’ll get the day off?
Daddy: It’s likely I will get it.
Little boy: What do you mean by likely? And you ask me to pack now? What if you didn’t get it?
Scene 2:
Boyfriend: Sweetheart, I’m coming down tomorrow to see you. (Living on the other side of the world)
Girlfriend: Wow…really? I miss you so much. Oh my God. When will you arrive?
Boyfriend: Urmm… not sure about that. I’m still planning.
Girlfriend: Planning? I thought you said you’re coming.
Boyfriend: Yes, but I’m still planning on when to start driving or whether I should just come on Friday considering you’re still working tomorrow.
Girlfriend: Okay. Are you really coming tomorrow or Friday?
Boyfriend: It’s likely tomorrow.
Girlfriend: Ugh.
Don’t tell me if it’s not confirmed.
Tell me only if it’s confirm. Validate. Verify. Whatever the synonym is.
I hate it because my left brain cannot process what possibly the outcome is.
Certain or not certain. And you think I’m an idiot. I don’t give a damn. I don’t care.
Just let me know if you’re sure about it. Teehee.
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Monday, July 20, 2009
the day you were born
Sigh. They say, it's just another number. The fact is, it's another year added to your age. Again, sigh.
I hate cakes on birthday, except the one in my Uni years.
I even hate surprise and birthday party. Silly and ridiculous. (well, except the one my friend gave me in my Uni years)
When you were born in my culture as a girl, another number to your age will mean people around you will start whispering. The odd damned thing is, they'll whispering when your parents or any of your family members are around too.
I couldn't care less about this 'moving numbers'. Jeezz.. Haha.
Honestly, I'm angry. I'm sad. Not because of the number start adding his friends but because the day he's expected to come is the day I expected my usually Belligerence and Moodiness self to be at least happy and smile for urmm.. maybe 10 seconds. And most of all able to say Thank you and Smile to the wishers instead of stuck-out my tounge.
I'm sad because the 'happy-ness' did came but didn't last long enough for me to smile the next day. Sigh.
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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
days go by slowly
It's been a hectic week.
My body feels drained.
My mind exhausted.
I've used all my energy.
Emosi... kudrat...
I'm worn-out.
I need a spa, facial or even better I need a beach.
I need my kampung.
Coz' my kampung got these :
In front of the house

Behind the house
I think, I really should go back.
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
promises to my dog
I spend weekend at home. Tidying up and doing all the chores I haven’t had time to do. I even watched DVD, something I hadn’t done in a long time since my DVD player broken last year. (I thought I just bought it last 2 years, betul-betul cap ayam). I bought new one anyway. I hope something as recognizable as Sony won’t disappoint me.
I watched the ’10 Promises to My Dog’. What a breathtaking story. Simple, momentous yet memorable. It’s a story about a girl who found a puppy lost in the backyard of her house when her father was busy working as doctor and her mother dying of fatal disease in the same hospital. She decide to kept the puppy and made a promise to it in the presence of her dying mother which later revealed that it’s her mother asking for the dog’s original owner to give one of his newborn puppy to her daughter. The puppy was named ‘socks’ after the paws which looked like they had white socks on. When the girls grow up and became a veterinary, her feelings and interest moves away from socks. Their distance grows when she moves to a far off city leaving Socks behind with her Dad.
Watching this makes my mind pondering to my childhood years. I grew up with dogs too (and cats too). And lots of them have been with me through my younger, bitter yet memorable years. (Warning: don’t preach me how haram the dog is. Wrong place and wrong person for your oh-so-gullible knowledge of religious matter. Tehee)
The first dog came to my knowledge is a childhood friends named Kobi and Chiki. A loyal servant to their masters Kobi likes to chase after the rooster and Chiki loves to bath by itself. Kobi has golden fur and Chiki has brown fur. When both grew old and can no longer bark strangers on the street, my father tried to get rid of them. Kobi has been left on the street where no one lives. Maybe a hundred kilometers away from home. Kobi make it home after 3 days. Both died of natural death.
Another dog named well… Dog. Like Madonna’s song with the title well… music. It’s like making a film with the title well… movie. Dog has orange color fur. This dog has live its life through 3 generations of my family. I remember of its fur turn grey and eventually white because of its age. Most dogs have life-span of 10 to 15 years, but Dog has lived miraculously for 20 years. It died of natural death.
Many of these furry friends of mine have their own character. I remembered one of them named Putih (because of its white fur) loves to plant the seeds of palm tree. It’s intriguing to see him korek tanah with its legs, place the seed from its mouth and cover the seed with soil with its nose. One day, we realize he’s missing and after a few days just when we thought it had died, he came home and that moment when we knew it had been on a long journey to my grandparents’ house (10 kilometers away) to see his true love. Her named is Karagalu. What an exotic name it has. Putih will be home by weekend and he loves to played hero by climbing up himself every time my father started the engine of his lorry. Putih died peacefully after weeks suffering from his eyes bitten by a snake from one of his journey. His brood continues their father’s legacy. That was before digital camera came to my knowledge.
The recent furry friends at home are female dogs (I never care to know what type of dogs they are. They're friends with lots of fur). These two female dogs (one of them is now deceased) have flirting away uncontrollably, and thus expanding their offspring. The broods however never make it to adult dog. Most of it died of illnesses and accidents.

Narutulu loves the cats. An example of the proverb ‘Bagaikan anjing dengan kucing’ Dah tak boleh di guna pakai dah. The cats was named: Silow (mean ‘yellowish’ in my native language, because of its fur)
Friends where you can say whatever you want and they will listen without complain is one of the significant ingredient that makes up for a beautiful life.
P/S: Any story involved pets (especially dog) and a relationship revolved around son-father or daughter-father, grandfather and grandmother to their grandchild will bring my tears down. Romantic movies even with sad ending always fail to do so. I wonder if there's something wrong with me?
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
down memory lane
Pernahkah anda mendengar lagu yang instantly reminds you of some place or certain time of your life? I have never written a diary throughout my youth (I wasn’t allowed to have one, beside if I wrote any, somehow some culprit manage to find and read it). Oleh itu, setiap kali mendengar lagu yang tertentu, it reminds me of that time and place of my life. Take a look at my memories.
1. Sentuhan kecundang by Ekamatra – The first song I can sing-along. I was 4. My sisters used to say ‘Ya’ know, we never knew any song when we were your age, you’re lucky you got us’. The backdrop - Pemandangan selepas hujan, and the sun shine through the rubber trees and there’s a rainbow.
2. Untukmu sayang by Febian – I was 5 and I went to school with my sisters and sit at standard 1 classroom just because there’s no one at home to babysit me. I thought the title of this song is ‘Keindahan Pelangi’ back then. The backdrop – Perjalanan pergi dan balik from school. Ada sejenis tumbuhan yang tumbuh meliar di tepi jalan ketika itu. Namanya ‘Rumput Malaysia’ (origin is unknown) dan angin bertiup sepoi-sepoi bahasa membuatkan tumbuhan tersebut turut bergoyang-goyang. Jalan raya tidak ber-aspal. (sampai sekarang pun takde, nak buat macam mana, wakil rakyat makan rasuah)
3. Bila kasih menyepi by Kejora – I was 7 years old, standard 3. Kejora is a rather famous group in 80’s. They became a well-known rock kapak group after joining the Gagasan War Rock in 1986. The backdrop – My other house. Di belakang rumah ada hutan which me and my mom used to find wild orchids and me and my sister used to find jambu batu yang tumbuh meliar and every other possibly edible wild fruits. Aku suka sangat lirik lagu ni dulu. Pernah datang ke pusat sumber sekolah semata-mata nak cari maksud perkataan ‘perawan setia’ dalam kamus.
4. Sejati by Wings – I was almost 9 years old and my elder sister babysits me and my one year older than me sister and 2 younger sisters. We used to go to school together. She was in form 5. The backdrop – Tidur berhimpit-himpit with my sisters. Tidur guna kelambu dan aku suka tidur kat tepi sebab takut terpijak sesiapa bila nak pergi ke tandas di tengah malam. My brother from the other room bagi teka-teki yang menyakitkan hati jawapannya. (Yes, you can hear someone yelling at you from the other room, ya’ know, that type of room)
5. Right here waiting by Richard Mark (along with his song Now in Forever) – My first English song. Courtesy of my brother. I was 6. The backdrop – Every scenery I can remember at that time. This song is timeless.
6. Paintings in My Mind by Tommy Page – I was 7 and my brother has his poster all over the wall of his room. I used to think Tommy is the most handsome guy on earth. The backdrop – Sungai di tengah hutan. Mandi sungai adalah perkara yang digemari. Perjalanan ke sungai akan melalui dusun buah-buahan jiran sekampung. Ada pokok langsat (ya, aku suka makan langsat) dan limau serta pokok mangga. Jadi, akan singgah untuk mengambilnya tanpa kebenaran. The fact that it was ‘stolen’ made the fruits even mouth-watering.
7. Cinta Azali by Nurul – Didn’t quite remember my age. Maybe it’s around 10 – 11 years old. The only thing I clearly remember is my sister’s statement ‘berani betul jamin akan bertemu semula di syurga’. Well, Nurul’s syurga with her husband ended after 10 years of marriage. The backdrop – The absence of my father and it makes everyone in a good mood and we’re sleeping in front of the TV (although there’s no TV or sofa). We’re having dinner earlier than usual and mula berkerumun di depan radio (the only entertainment equipment available in the house at that time).
8. I Swear by All-4-One – I was 12 and in Form 1. The backdrop - This song reminds me of the classroom. My sisters is my teachers, it makes me sick. I have a crush on someone but it lasted for 3 months after his sister (in form 3 at that time) threat me with ‘My lil’ bro has the highest score in Math in this school, don’t you dare disturb him studying’ I was like… Wow! I haven’t declared anything and yet the sister has noticed. Must be my unspoken persona. (ahem)
9. Wannabe by Spice Girls (as well as their song ‘Two Become One’) - I was 13. Form 2. I was the school’s prefect and even the school’s favorite sprinter. (Well, I mean… among). I have a crush on another guy, but the new teacher has a crush on him too. She’s 20 and the guy is 14. Omigawd. Cinta tak mengenal usia. The crush lasted until my last day at the school. What a favorite years. The backdrop – Hari sukan sekolah. My mother came not only to support me but to berniaga as well. My other sister who came to help her shouted my name and I caught the sight of her while still running. It makes me giggle. I can’t jump over the second hurdle and run through it. Anyway, the second song is a bit ‘dirty’ but the tune is so beautiful to me.
10. Barbie Girl by Aqua – No, really. I was 14. My first time living in hostel. I was the DJ when the school organizes an event sempena valentine’s day. This is the first song requested by a guy without name. Dedicated to all the girls in the school with a message ‘why can’t any of you date me?’ Aku gelak tak ingat dunia through the microphone. The whole school can hear it. I became famous for that nonetheless. Yay... what a year. The backdrop – The whole school. I can remember it clearly.

The group - Aqua
There go my 10 ‘reminder’ songs. What can I say, aku suka rock kapak. I have too many sisters I’m sick of them. Haha.
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Friday, April 17, 2009
too sweet for your less-sugar coffee
I often received an email about ‘friendship’ that stated I should forward it to as many friends I had on my list (even to the sender) and see how many came back to me. As if many of those friends are rajin enough to forward the email back to me. I probably one of those who read these email and as soon as you realize what it was about, you move to the next email with the title ‘Lawak hari rabu’ or ‘If you seek Amy on one of these days’ forwarded by your other concern friends.
Ok. This isn’t about that friendly email. There aren’t any necessities for me to forward such email to see how many friends I got in my life and the fact that how many of them are ‘good friends’ or ‘true friends’. You don’t need to forward emails to identify them; you can see it right through their skin. How many good friends you had in your life? And how many of them are true? Good friend take care of your heart, your feeling, while true friends will say something like ‘I’m sorry, but that’s the truth’. OK, so what will you do if you come across a friend that is too good to be true?
Every morning the first thing this person will do when she saw you is say hi while her eyes scrutinize your dress with a ‘judging look’. And her comment will be something nice like ‘oh my, your dress is pretty’ or just screaming out loud ‘cantikkk’ before she even say hi.
If you made any changes to your appearance (cut hair, or you threading your eyebrow etc.), she’ll be the first person to notice even if she is the last person you saw that morning (given that she came late often than anyone else). She will talk about the changes you made for the whole day and made everyone else talk about it. You had no choice but to reveal how you did it, where you did it, how much it costs you etc. even if you hate bragging about something like that. The way she talks about it to anyone else to make them notice is too irritating to bypass. She will notice if your dress is new, if your handbag is new. It makes you wonder if she ever noticed the last handbag you used is already koyak-rabak.
If she saw you bought new moisturizer or new compact powder she will talk about it, the next day. How was it, is it ok, is it good while you had never heard of any product that will give you result the first time you applied it to your face. Not to mention the face powder is the one you used before. What can possibly the result of the new one you bought just because you’re running out of stock?
You went to pharmacy with her and conveniently brag about certain face moisturizer that you once bought because it’s on sale and the price is cheaper and the result is somewhat makes you happy. But, that time, you didn’t buy any because of the price. 3 days later, she scrutinized your face in every chances she got saying your skin is flawless and the certain moisturizer is indeed a good product. You were like… Oh my god! First you went with her and she saw that you didn’t buy any and second, to say that your skin is flawless is a blatant lie. No one has ever said that and you never expected anyone to say such thing and since it came from a person whose spending most of her time judging your appearance… it is really getting on your nerves. Nevertheless, you just said I didn’t buy any, you saw it. But she didn’t notice the sound of ‘you annoyed me’ in your voice and continued bragging about your so-called flawless skin in front of the others (and the boss for that matter) and while in the middle of discussing other topic. For god sake!
None of her comment is actually able to hurt anyone’s feeling in any sense because it is all so sweet. Too sweet that you cannot put it in your less sugar coffee. So somebody will ask you, then why the hell you bad-mouthing her? Simply because it is what you describe as too much of something and it isn’t good for your health. And when there’s too much of flattering remark, you started to feel uncomfortable and doubt any of it was true.
All in all this kind of friend deserved our sympathy, mercy… maybe even forgiveness. For me, I make an effort to see on some optimistic perspective. Growing up in urban area where everyone expecting higher than you can achieve... like Be nice to everyone, talk sweetly… to get what you wanted from them… you know, that kind of thing. Turn out, when real friend came along, they’re trying hard to keep this friend but didn’t realize they’re driving them away instead. Trying very hard and it’ll look and sounds unnatural, it starts freak you out. The truth is, we never really need ‘good friends’ all the time. We need some bitter taste of the truth from the ‘true friends’. We might tripped over and hurt our knee sometimes but that’s what makes life truly wonderful, isn’t? It's like the saying... A good friend will tell you what you want to hear. A true friend will always tell the truth.
p/s: A good friend will help you move. A true friend will help you move a body. Hehe
Posted by Anonymous at 12:15 PM 4 Minds has comment
Monday, March 23, 2009
twinkle twinkle little star

My bintang
Happy rabbit
P/s: I replied that girl, ‘Kak, ini bukan bintang la.. ini magazine.. dalam bahasa melayu kita panggil Majalah. Mana ada orang baca bintang.. tengok bintang or kira bintang adalah’ She and the guy in front of me was speechless with my obvious dumbness. Give me a dumb question and you’ll get the dumpiest answer from me.
Posted by Anonymous at 11:44 AM 3 Minds has comment
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
isn't perfection annoying?
The perfect being, was it?
There is no such thing as perfect in this world
That may sound cliché, but it’s the truth
The average person admires perfection and seeks to obtain it
But, what’s the point of achieving perfection?
There is none. Nothing. Not a single thing.
I loathe perfection, never strive for it
If something is perfect, then there is nothing left
There is no room for imagination
No place left for a person to gain additional knowledge or abilities
For scientist, perfection only brings despair
It is their job to create things more wonderful than anything before them, but never to obtain perfection
A scientist must be a person who finds ecstasy while suffering from that antinomy
In short, when you say you’re perfect, you had already lost the battle
Posted by Anonymous at 2:02 PM 0 Minds has comment
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