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Splash Salty Sea November 19, 2009
OK, record - it's my third week away from home!
And -- planning to splash some salty-sea water at PEE-DEE with the 'housies'. Dan -- makan free di kenduri! Haha, the last statement is the main point, after all - especially at the critical days of approaching the end of the month (gaji! gaji! gaji!!!) And yeah - the painfully stack of answer script that needs to be marked is finally completed, that right now I'm enjoying very much the you-tube-ing hour. Initially, I planned to do some sightseeing at the coastal east area, and I even promised Xiao that I'll be THERE within this month. With the big bang and the load of works being put on the shoulder, I think I deserve some self-pampering moments. However, as my housie brought forward the kenduri idea, and when the image of flying money flashed in my mind, the kenduri option won over coastal-east-vacation-escapade. Even with the naughty fantasy of Xiao and his beachwear tropical knee-length pants running ala Michael Scofield escaping prison along the seaside, kenduri still won. Sorry, babe. Love you to bits, but kenduri is -- something. Two days to go for the splash splish splosh moment! 2 minggu dah tak balik, i'm going neeeee-nooong November 16, 2009
It has been 2 weeks since I last went back home. Home as in place where your mum and dad resides. I have this fear that my little nephew and nieces will soon forget me that they'll be terrified and scattered away for any sight of me. I need to go back home to avoid that catasthrophy! But well -- it all comes down to one thing, it's money, people. It's money which can make your day, or break you. And right not, I'm broke.
Call me a spoilt brat, but 2 weeks away from home is a record for me. Make that 3 weeks as an advance for the coming week, I already went nee-noong. Nee-nong as in making unfunny 'kete goghe' (for Kelantanese version of McD Kentang Goreng) jokes, and an unlikely craving for sushi, and even to the extent of seeing 'Encik Car Wash' in my phone screen as 'Mr Gan Tuan Rumah'. Encik Car Wash has been trying to get my name and asking me out for dinner since I last washed my car at his place last month, but to no avail considering that I silenced his calls everytime his name appears on my mobile. So, since some wire inside the head was disconnected with the brain and the reflex system during the nee-nong moment, I answered that call and got surprised upon thinking that Mr Gan was saying 'assalamualaikum' to me. Anyway, I needed my sanity back, so I spent the weekend with my housemate touring around town. Jalan-jalan cari sunset lah konon-kononnya. Weekend 1 - Klebang and Eye on Malaysia     Weekend 2 - MBMB    dan, Russell Peters. The thing about Russell Peters is that he makes jokes out of everyday life. I mean, he don't have to make out some weird fake stories ala penglipurlara mengembara kind of plot, but he makes a comedy out of the truth. The best thing about him is that he tells you things that you actually agree on and laugh about it. Anyway, watching Russell Peters talking about 'Women Are Thinkers" taught me a few things about men. One time when I question of how could a person act without really meaning it, or their action is just some meaningless things - like saying things just for the sake of saying it, showing gestures just for the sake of showing it off -- and for men, that is exactly what they always do. It's their so-called-thoughtless moments. And unlike us, woman, we think all the time. Why did he do that? Why did he say that? Does he mean anything by touching me that way? The list goes endless - and that's the freaking truth coming from Russell Peters that knocks me back to my senses. And I know, when I blurt out my curiosity asking for him to fill the question marks inside my head, requesting him to justify things that he did, he can never answer my questions. Which is why I never got a reply from him up to this moment. Let's just say, he don't have the balls to clear things out, or maybe, it's just one of his thoughtless moments. Haha... Man and their thought-less-ness. But, I'm not saying that it implies to all. Only some people who went berserk over some minor issue which got the credit. FYI, I still love my life. I do. And I have to thank Russell Peters for making my day. hungry November 13, 2009
It's like, aku rindu gila kedai mamak depan rumah, minum petang makan megi goreng mamak lepas bergaduh dengan kak lang, borak dengan dia dengan tak mandinya dengan masam bau balik kerja, sambil tunggu makanan sambil snap-snap picture buat muka 'aku-hot' sedangkan dekat kedai mamak aje!
Kadang-kadang teringat waktu impromptu activities, hopping on and off various hopping spots totally unplanned, acoustic gigs sambil duduk tepi air terjun baca buku nipis-nipis, bawak motor petang-petang keliling rumah huyung-hayang, dan pecut motor lari jauh-jauh bila nampak kereta abah dalam perjalanan nak pergi masjid, atau sengeh kerang bila terserempak dengan abang ipar tengah joging. Rindu juga keluar malam-malam pergi uptown pusing-pusing without any specific reason sambil tengok kucing atau ular atau kala jengking, dan belek t-shirt comel tapi tak beli. Atau berlagak macam foreigner pakai topi ala-americana and flaunt the Chinese look. Ouh, tak boleh lupa karaoke dengan suara tak kisah sumbang tak kisah apa jadi di dunia luar, bilik itu kami punya dan waktu aku imitate bila suara dia pecah dan sama-sama nyanyi sesumbang kera dan gelakkan suara sumbang masing-masing because we know we can never be good in singing. Kadang-kadang dah penat berjalan, pergi cari kopitiam minum mocha atau white coffee sambil panggil sesama sendiri 'bodoh' dan gelak, atau 'celaka' dan gelak, , atau 'monyet' dan gelak, atau 'gemuk' dan gelak, atau 'pendek' dan gelak. .. .. .. .. Because at the end of the day, itu satu orang saja yang sudi layan gila aku dan dapat buat aku gelak macam bunyi babi kena asthma - in a good way of course. Selamanya November 13, 2009
Statement of the day,
"Kalau mau saya di sana, better bersama-sama selamanya. So, buktikan. Kalau duk takut nak cakap dekat your parents, susah ar nak bersama." Ouhhh - you don't know my parents. They kick ass! Author's note : Haha, celaka betul, lately ni asyik post entry pendek-pendek. Answer Script November 11, 2009
 Serius, perkara sebegini memungkinkan tahap keguguran rambut anda meningkat. The bundle of yellow pack is the answer script that I'm supposed to mark. Dan pen merah sudah jadi pen wajib harian kami. Dan internet hanya dipandang dari ekor mata saja - with an exception of this precise moments. Another insignificant post with love and joy from m-azian. Dengan gambar with zero aesthetic value. Bwarkkkhhh...nak termuntah rasa! Celaka Part 1 November 9, 2009
You know how it was like?
Like a bullet shot through your heart, that leaves a deep hole, and it bleeds, and even when you tried to fill it with pure white cotton, it will soon be stained with the dark deep red of the blood. Even if it heals, there's a deep scar that reminded you of how you got it in the first place. Even if the scar is not bleeding anymore, it will still bleed if you mishandle it. It will still bleed if someone scratch it. It's like a broken glass, that even when you glue the pieces back together, it will not be the same. Like a torn paper, even when you tape it back together, it will not be as intact as it used to. What I'm trying to say is that, it will never be the same - ever. You ain't getting back the nice piece - ever. You are playing with a heart - which is even more fragile than a broken glass, or a torn paper. Unless yours is made of steel - but it will still rot. Of whatever it may seems November 8, 2009
At least ---
I have the courage to put the matter on the table - calmly. Two faces? See yours, and then we'll talk about me. Don't forget to explain. I love explanations. And don't over-react. You're losing your cool.
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