Vlog

Since I will be spending winter in KL, I have a few good things planned out.

One of them includes a vlog (video blog). What is it going to be about? It's still under planning and construction, so I'd rather not reveal that bit yet.

Will do, once it's up and running.

xx

Gemuruh.

Today marks the day before the exam!

So buck up, buck up, memorize and all that.

KL awaits soon, so it can't be that bad :D

Girls.

To all girls that I love with all my heart.

If you know how much you are worth, you would not be too hurt by actions that are deemed unfair to you. If you know how much you are worth, you would not justify the purity of your heart, because you don't need to. If you know how much you are worth, you don't need to feed a man's ego by letting him walk over you. If you know how much you are worth, you don't stay in an unhealthy relationship just because you are in love. If you know how much you are worth, you would know in an instant that you deserve the best.

I know how much you are worth, and I hope you do too.

Never be afraid to let go. That might just be the best decision you've ever made for yourself. And if ever those feelings rush back to you, remember that there have been thousands of women who've died in fighting for women's rights, and they won't be too proud to know that what they have been fighting for were in vain.

I'm not asking you to hate men. I'm asking you to at least love the right one.

Ace

The way you wow-ed me

The way you wow-ed me

They just scream

"Are you for real"?

Are those lips designed to

complicate things that already

radiate?

The way you wow-ed me

Oh wow.

Mind you, I've got a piece of mind,

Two in fact, if they were kind.

Don't trick them,

They know,

How you wow-ed me

They don't say let's go

Refrain, refrain, retract

An act, a very lousy act

Where are the lukewarm feelings?

The way you wow-ed me

You should be ashamed

I'd rather a book

Than a diamond ring

A book of character says much more

I'd flipped through it, I would adore

As this mind goes through one by one,

I'd smile and know that this is it

The one who wow-ed me with limp bizkit

As dorky as one would appreciate

The sentiments that can commemorate

A heart so pure, you'd never know

You'd never know how you wow-ed me

And there I'd stand with a card in hand

An ace of spade, under no pretence

I'd flip it across the road to you

I hope I've wow-ed you

The way you wow-ed me

Still without knowing,

The swirling movements my feet are in

Only with a simple smile of a care so deep

You'd know I am yours for keeps.

India

I never thought I'd say this, but I really want to visit India again. The food is fabulous - how can you say no when every rice dish comes with yoghurt and chutney? The atmosphere is divine - if you block your sight from people who pee on walls, there is an amazing vibe that India could offer. Yes, the traffic is ridiculous, but did you know that they rarely get involve in accidents? Indians are the most amazing drivers! (apart from penangites! hehe) Also, there are hundreds of those flea markets for you to buy scarfs and materials from, and they don't even compare to the ones you buy in white countries (obviously), and not to mention, a whole lot cheaper!

When I visited Delhi in 2004, I was amazed at how many homeless people there is. If you think you're unfortunate, please have a look at the streets of Delhi where you have a family of five, living in a small tent, with a small place they make do as a kitchen, where if you're in a car on a main road, you could actually see them vividly, sleeping, eating, washing and mentanak nasi. That is how poor they are. It's sad to say, but even these ones are considered the lucky ones. There are worse, trust me.

When in Agra, on the way to the Taj Mahal, it's amazing how you have these kids, practically begging you for money, but in return, they can dance and do wonderful things to entertain you. There was this girl, roughly around the age of 5, who did all sorts of gymnastics along the side of the road, just for a penny or two.

As for the Taj Mahal, the architecture was so superb as you would have imagined. What I found most fascinating was how you can't see the Taj Mahal from outside, considering it is huge. It's only after you've entered some sort of entrance, would you be able to see the Taj Mahal from a distance. It's made from all these semi precious stones which shine when sun hits. It was built that way so that when light reflects, the Taj Mahal will look more radiant and of course, they can save on electricity ;P

As for Delhi Belly, never, ever, drink their tap water or any of their water, if they're not bottled. Chances are you might get the case of Delhi Belly (food poisoning). When we went there, 4 out of 9 of us were inflicted by the Delhi Belly. So always carry a mineral/bottled water with you, even for brushing your teeth. Hey, you can never be too sure, right?

The food, oh my. I'm sorry, I just seem to recall the food more than anything when India is concerned. You get the best mango chutney, the best yoghurt and the basmathi and chicken tikka, everything is splendid. I am a big big fan of Indian food so India was heaven for me. The one thing I like about Indian food is that you don't need to eat much of it as the content of it, can easily make you full, just after a small serve or two.

As for the desserts, a big no. I'm not really a big fan of Gulab Jamun (this really really sweet indian delicacy) or Ice cream cengkih and other weird Indian desserts. There's only one which I love and that is the coconut candy. It's usually pink/red in color and covered with coconut sprinkles, and it taste so good. Of course, really really fattening, but who cares :)

India was a truly memorable trip for my family and I, because that was the last trip we all took as a family before my late grandfather passed away a year after. His last wish was to visit Hydrabad, but we never really got to that, as he got really sick. Oh, and because my ancestors were from India, visiting India felt like a homecoming somewhat.

Okay, it's back to studying for me. How. Dreadful. xx

PS: consider the bus ride, if you're planning on traveling within India. On our way to Agra from Delhi, we came across a guy playing the flute with a pet snake and a guy with a pet sun bear on a leash! It was so amazing and shocking at the same time. Imagine poking your head out of the bus, and there it is: a bear right next to your face! haha. Okay, now, really back to studying.

Composure.

Bersusah susah dahulu, bersenang senang kemudian.

It seems as though I have stopped applying that since 2002.

Time to start tracing back those steps that I missed. Where's the elevator? Oh, walking.

She rambles on and on about nothing.

Thinking about starting work (InsyaAllah) next year makes me both excited and nervous at the same time. I know for one that I'm really not the type that can handle a 9-5 job, as much as I want to. Though, beggar can't be choosers, kan? There is a high possibility that I might end up with a 9-5 job, hating and loving it at the same time. I have been a student for 6 years and it's not funny. Did a degree halfway and decided to change to another. So much so that I am so comfortable living a student life, where everything is fine and dandy (to a certain extent). However, we all need to move up to another phase and eventually realize that you owe yourself something bigger and better.

There are so many things that I want to do beforehand. I want to travel the world, I want to gain more experiences, I want to be able to have all the time in the world to read as many books, I want to be able to go hiking every weekend, I want to sit at home and sew bags and clothing items, I want to do so many things before I start working.

And I know once I start working, I'd have so little time to myself that I might just spend my weekends at home, watching television and surfing the net.

Life is fair. If I had not done architecture for three years, I might've been able to take a year off and do all these things, but as they say, you don't always get what you want. I'm just hoping that I'd still get to retain bits and pieces of my hobbies and interests when I start working, and still be able to indulge in them.

I'm not saying that working people are boring or that they have no life. I'm saying that sometimes they are not being given the extra time to indulge in themselves because they are working so hard to plan for the future.

So, yes. That's what I need to do. From now on, I need a plan. I need to plan my life straight from I'm 25-50. I don't want to be stuck in a job because I have to and not knowing why I'm there. I don't want to just be waking up at 9 and coming back at 5, without knowing what my next step is going to be. We all have a choice and even though I'm slightly late to be realizing this, I know I still have a choice of what I want to do with my life.

I shall not give in to the rat race. I just want to earn enough for myself (and for my family, that comes a lot later) and enjoy the other things in life. But I will promise that I will do my best in what I venture to do, but to not lose focus of what I want to achieve. And that is to be happy and content.

S.A.T-WHAT.

Warning: For those who hasn't watched SATC 2, do not scroll down. I may just spoil everything for you :p

And so we watched SATC2 earlier today. Only 3 words. WHAT.THE.HELL.

So the clothes were gorgeous, at least some of them. I still don't understand why Carrie had that hideous, hideous, utterly hideous hat/crown/hat? on her head at the gay wedding. Also, why does she have to enunciate every word like we're too dumb to understand, and the exaggeration of her Carrie character, blew me away. Not in a good way.

In the first movie, Carrie was searching for love and was so ready to settle down. The whole movie depicted the kind of dude Big was: non-commital, freaking old, non-socializing and loves her very very much. That's why he gave in to marriage in the first place. So the whole movie was about Carrie getting Big back in the sack and yay, they're happy. So basically, she has achieved the upmost level of happiness she could ever imagine.

In the second movie, it started by portraying how in love they were but Carrie was suddenly hit by this imaginary cannon ball and realized how her marriage with Big might turn them into one of those boring couples who rarely go out and socialize, but instead watch television on a weeknight and order take outs (as she obviously doesn't cook). And you had this epiphany after two freaking years being married to him? It took you that long to realize this? And what was with all the comments on "No, you're going out with me. I'm not letting you eat anything that's put into a take-out bag". For someone who writes about finding love and falling in love, she sounds a bit contradicting. From a character I once kinda liked, she turned into this whole shallow person, who well, basically sucks.

The focus of the story was more on what happened in Abu Dhabi (which btw was not even shot in Abu Dhabi as the crew was not allowed to shoot those kind of movies there. It was instead, Morocco). They try so hard to show audience how all four of them typical Americans, realize in the end how Arab women are not that much different from the westerners at all because, they eat French fries (although covered in their Burqa), they wear the spring collection under their Arbayya', etc etc. Hello? Not everything is revolved around your non-existent sex/fashion loving culture. The director definitely was not at all well-informed much about culture or chose not to dig deeply into it, to actually depict a better understanding about the Arab culture. In my opinion, the movie would be a much better one if they were to instead, focus more on how those 4 girls (women) try to adapt to the Arab culture, instead of mocking it beforehand. It is a given that people who are not accustomed to some cultures would make a preemptive judgment in their mind. However, I don't see how the Abu Dhabi part of the movie benefited anyone at all. It portrays the westerners as being shallow and the Arabs as being conservative. These are stereotypes. You are not fooling the audience. You are fooling yourself.

Also, these girls don't live in caves. Their characters are well-learned people, having successful and high prolific jobs. Especially Carrie, being a writer, shouldn't she be well informed about how the Arabs are, and not wait to be brought to Abu Dhabi to know about it? It's fine if they are overwhelmed and slightly taken aback by how different the life is. But their dialogues in the movie during the Abu Dhabi shoot were so, not funny and not very intelligent. "Oh my god, how do you think she's going to eat the fries?". Bodohnya. Macam mana lagi la kan.

Yes, I do know that this isn't a documentary about Abu Dhabi and yes, it is a movie about four fashionable girls, living in New York who would probably not even survive taxi if they were placed in coach rather than first class. However, we as learned audiences expect something more than just the stereotypical way of portraying these four women. If you had wanted to make the movie really just about sex and the city, don't include Abu Dhabi in it. Include maybe Africa or something, if you wanted a vast difference of culture, without touching the boundaries of religion. I find it funny how in the movie, the Azan blasted from the speakers, and Carrie asked "Oh, is that the call for prayers?". And that was it. As much as I'm proud to have the Azan being used in the movie, I find it totally irrelevant as there was no elaboration on that at all. Macam hangat hangat tahi ayam sikit.

All in all, it was an enjoyable movie despite my elaborated complaints. I mean, who won't love nice clothes, gorgeous guys and beautiful hotels right? But that's just it. It's not a phenomenon like what we expected it to be. Even the first one was better. It can easily blend in with all the other mediocre movies. So if that's what the director was aiming at, then well done. Although this is just my humble 2 cents which probably isn't worth anything.

Pointless Update

It is such an unrealistic start to the World Cup. First, France didn't get through, and now Italy joins the list of the unlucky ones. To make matters worse, the match of 16 consist of England vs Germany and the possibility of Spain vs Brazil. WHAT?

I have to admit, I'm one of those typical people who never follow football unless it's the World Cup, and even then, I really don't give a rat's ass, as in I don't stay up late specifically to catch a live game or become all annoyed and pathetic looking if the team I'm rooting for played like shit and didn't win. However, Spain vs Brazil? How can we not have either one of them in the semis?

Okay, enough of the WC. Today's plan includes brunch (breakfast supposedly) at Pancake House, followed by Sex and The City 2! I must be so outdated for watching it this late, but who cares. Was intending on watching it in Malaysia (which I still will, due to some commitments made) but after hearing that Malaysia is obviously going to show the uncut version, it's Hello Australia! Haha.

On that note, I am so looking forward for my 2 weeks break in Malaysia which will be filled with food (that's a given), birthdays (mum's and my best friend's belated which I will somehow surprise her with), and jeng jeng jeng.....WEDDINGS AND ENGAGEMENTS! Involved are Miera (wedding), Ain (engagement) and Alia (Wedding).

So, just a little bit more of late nights, stale coffee and junkfood Inaaz, and it's back to lawak melayu rempit tahap gelak guling guling. Yeah, always a Malay at heart :D

It's sunny today :D

Even with Gaga's inappropriate connotation of what seems to be a bad romance, I still didn't hear a thing, not even the slightest woah woah woah. It's like the very sound of it has drummed itself inside my head, that instead of thinking it's an alarm, it becomes my conscience. So, i woke up as late as day today. Managed to clean the whole rofom in less than half an hour (and by that i mean putting all questionable clothing item into the laundry room), and now, i'm left with really nothing to make me less than a hobo. But yay! Syasya will be landing in Adelaide in less than half an hour! And planned for today is tea (goreng pisang and what nots) and then pekapau by hola, and then perhaps coffee outside if she isn't too tired. In the bus, on the way picking her up now and I'm feeling good :)

What knot.

Lately, all I see are wedding pictures, wedding invites, engagement photos and the likes. Pusing kanan, orang tengah salam tok kadi, pusing kiri, orang tengah posing ambik gambar dengan pengantin. Don't get me wrong, I am so happy for them. So happy that I compile all these wedding and engagements photos into a private album and browse through it when I'm in the mood for love.

Of course not. Gila ka?

It just got me thinking, 5 years ago, I would never have thunk about this whole wedding wedding thing. But now, as much as I try to deny it, it pops up once in a while. Tak habis belajar lagi nak pikir pasal kahwin. Apa tak ambitious langsung diri ni?

I don't mean it like I want to get married NOW. It's just nice to berangan once in a while on how your own wedding would turn out to be. Try it, it's quite awesome. Honestly.

Tipula kalau tak rasa jeles sedikit pun kan? That's a given fact. Especially when you've reached quater of a century, you tend to feel pressured by your peers and would like to think that you're not missing out. Honestly speaking, it's not that, that I'm jealous about. It's more of how these people, are finally at a point where they are ready, and that's a huge deal. They are ready to be committed, ready to become a dutiful wife (kot), ready to become a mother, and not even complaining about it.

When that is concerned, I feel quite like a child. I feel like these people are sometimes way older than me. They look so sublimely, happy and collected. I'm just happy and berterabur. I know I have so many things lined up before I can even think about getting married, but it is nice to sometimes think of how your life would change, once you're ready to settle down.

Of course, the hoopla doesn't hurt either. Presents, wedding dress, etc etc...Okay, I'm not going to let myself be carried away.

xx

Lily

And so Lily gave a little chortle. Her heartfelt glee could be heard from miles away, provided that the wind was not carrying any more heartache as it has, for a while now. Graciously, her lit up face was not far from a blossomed rose, ready to be picked and given to those who are loved. Her perfectly aligned teeth made way for “This is the best night I’ve encountered so far and thank you for making this happen. All of you”. With a light blown kiss, she perfected her turning 30.

Her dress was no less than a lilac shade of summer, perfectly hemmed and sequined, without disclosing too much effort. Sun-kissed, her skin has never looked better, and her hair, short but with elegance. Detailed to the core, Lily had indeed succeeded in making herself look like she was the queen she ought to be.

Prior to the chortle, her attention spiraled, much to the likes of a person in distress. She glanced across the hallway more than once and subdued herself more than she ever had her whole life. There were shadows of people dancing in tiptoes, half enjoying themselves to the Chopin blasted from her old record player. Too old to even function but better had music than silence. Shadows of people she once knew, and never would once return, at least in perfect form, of what seemed perfect in her mind. Two Lilies, dancing like they owned the world by just tapping their feet, hands clasped together like they’d never let go, both consoling each other of how wonderful the world would still be, even without them in it. So they waved, hoping for one last glimpse of Lily, telling them to stay.

And that’s when Lily gave a little chortle. She was perfectly fine this way.

Yippee

Syarina is coming in less than 24 hours!

Ex-ci-ted!

Labels.

Accompanying me to study is Gossip Girl :)

I'd have to say, amongst all characters in tv shows to date, Jenny Humphrey takes the cake for being the most unappealing character, with Annie (I can't seem to remember the last name) from 90210 following closely behind. Need I say why?

For those who are unfamiliar with these characters, Jenny Humphrey is a very stubborn, spoilt, incorrigible 16 year old you can possibly meet (or see, in this case). Annie, too offers the same characteristics, but slightly less intense than Jenny as she is well, always a confused kid. Jenny is more, ungrateful. Annoyingly ungrateful.

Both of them possess the most horrible characters for 16/17 year olds and these are what TV is posioning people with? I may sound like an old-fashioned twerp but mind you, would you want your sister or kid even, to grow up, adopting these characters as role models? And don't even let me start on the whole 'It's okay to lose your virginity once puberty hits, and your hormones are raging like fire and to hell with rules or principles, just follow your heart' attitude? They're 16, what could they possibly know about the responsibility that follows after sex?

And what annoys me most about these tv shows is how the parents tend to be so adaptive to their child's messed-up lifestyle and believe in talking nicely to them instead of punishing them, even if they walk all over your head. And then ten years ahead, they asked themselves why did their children turn out to be so rude and so disrespectful. In this case, I am so thankful my parents used to punished my brother and I when we were out of line.

Okay so back to Jenny and Annie. In one of the episodes, Jenny's dad made waffles for breakfast (which I would so be happy if my dad EVER made anything for breakfast) and Jenny retorts saying "Oh, waffles, what a shocker" O.M.G. Can I slap this bitch, please? And Annie, she went through this 'difficult time' when her friends weren't talking to her and she ended up alone all the time in school. So, being in the 'difficult position that she was in, it was perfectly okay for her to talk back to her parents, slam her door shut whenever she was pissed and constantly rolled her eyes to an extent that it might just be permanent. Honestly sweety, and you wonder why you don't have friends again?

And this whole "my child is going through a difficult time right now", and then defend them to the ultimate core, is utter bullshit. When there is something wrong with your kid, you snap them back to reality, NOT giving them all the time in the world to figure things out on their own, and give them space. Hey, if you want to give them so much space, kick them out.

I know it's easy for me to say as I've yet to deal with having a kid on my own, but honestly, I'd rather be the bitch whom my daughter hates for trying to help her do the right thing, than be loved in vain, for giving her all the freedom she wants. InsyaAllah, I will keep this true to my words. And there is no way I will be 'fine' when my daughter/son comes back home drunk as a horse at 3am in the morning, and just let them experience life.

These TV shows, no matter how entertaining they are, are becoming a big influence in shaping a child's mentality. Sooner or later, they would think they 'deserve' a Chanel handbag, just because their 12 year old classmate has two. And when they don't get what they want, they threaten to run away from home. So to bribe them back, you get them a Coach handbag instead. It's not about the price. It's about tainting their perfectly innocent lives with labels instead of love.

Lying

I should be sleeping, but somehow the urge to continue studying won me over. I came across a very interesting quote which we can all relate to. According to Paul Ekman, the author of the book "Telling Lies", withholding important information is one of the primary ways of lying.

So to girls/guys out there, whenever you are faced in a situation such as this, you are not crazy for thinking what you're about to think.

"You said, you were going to work late today. So, how come a call came in today for you, saying you forgot your coat and that Barry/Linda was going to give it tomorrow to you during lunch? Oh and they also said how you sang beautifully during the Karaoke session! You lied to me"

"Oh honey, I did go to work. I just didn't tell you about dinner because I figured it was not important. (Karaoke during 'working late'? Are you friggin kidding me??") I didn't lie to you. I just didn't tell you, that's all"

Nope, still lying. Liar. So, take note.

Mamat

Just a random thought: How do flies know when to stop eating MY FOOD? Don't they get full and just pengsan on the ground? I mean, one bite of a cupcake would probably feed them for a month!

So to Mamat, our pet fly, go eat someone else's food!

This brings me to an episode of Friends, where Joey doesn't share his food. I found that cute.

FTW

One of those days where you just don't give a rat's ass about anything.

Love it.

Less is More

The less you have, the more you dream on achieving something big. The less you have, the more you strive to explore your boundaries and see what you can do. The less you have, the more you appreciate the little things, and the more you're thankful for every single thing that comes your way.

Sometimes, it's not all that to have everything because nothing excites you anymore, and the more you have, the more you tend to complain.

Less is definitely more. It's not about having lesser of a dream, it's about making the best out of what you have, and more.

xx

Right or Wrong.

In debates, you will always know who'd win, and who'd get the best speaker.However, if you're in the debate yourself, you can never really tell, cos some people can really suck in defending their points, but they still think they're all that.

Please get a peripheral view, strengthen your points with details, examples and proof, before making a conclusion. Otherwise, you're just talking through your ass.There's a difference. Maybe you can throw in weightless points when you are talking to a child (although kids nowadays tend to get a whole lot smarter). When adults are concerned, they too, have their well-formed opinion, and are just ready to rebut you, maybe before you even start talking.

Also, take a point to listen to people's opinions and not just your own. Sometimes, it is best to keep shut, and really understand what key points they are trying to deliver. You might be wrong. And, it's not seen as embarrassing to agree to the other person's opinion, and no, it does not lower your ego. This is seen as being rational and humble, and not just plain crazy.

Respectable leaders always take their time to listen to the opinion of others and slowly, embed their own into it, not imposing your (somewhat ridiculous) opinion unto others. If that's the case, you best be arguing with a kid.

Budak kecik 1: Eja kereta macam ni la. K-E-R-E-T-A

You: Eh bukan bukan bukan. Kita sumpah eja dia macam ni: K-E-R-E-T-E. Kereta tu untuk bahasa baku je. Kita mana ada guna bahasa baku. Apalah.

So there you go. So next time you feel strongly about something, take a deep breath and relax for a bit. Try to deliver your opinion, point by point. If people disagree, that's okay. They might be wrong, you might be wrong. Either way, it doesn't hurt to just stop for a second and try to listen. You're not only being graceful, but smart. Because, most of the time, people without proof, will trail in their argument anyway, so there is really nothing to lose. And it's not always about winning. You never really gain a penny from coffee-shop talk anyway.

Well hello there!

Language. Lingo. Etc.

How did the term 'Good Morning' come into play? And why isn't 'Good Night' said when it is night time, but you're not just ready to hit the sack yet. Why are there just so many unnecessary rules that we abide to, but the most important ones, we shun them away. Is that the essence of communication? Come to think of it, wouldn't communication be made easier if we share our culture with people, NOT adapting to people's culture and saying goodbye to our own? In that way, there would be a level of understanding, and you will be assured that people respect your boundaries as well as you respect theirs. Also, there must also be a realization that not everything is to be commented on freely; such as religion and the rules that come with it. How exactly will people know these things if you're just there, dissing your own culture and religion? To you it may not be blasphemous but rather, freedom of speech. No offense, but no wonder we Asians are so easy to be manipulated. We take no pride in our culture, we grace the presence of other culture so easily, taking in everything that they practice, we forget our own culture and the essence of it, and then we diss it. How do you expect anyone to respect any of us for that matter?

Isn't communication both ways? I guess, if you're simply accepting, that isn't communication. That is simply nodding. And from nodding, a person can feel like they're talking to someone, without having any of their ridiculous ideas reduced to none. And then, you go back and tell your 'home people' how you've evolved. And that my friend, is globalisation.

I've got sunshine

So let there be sunshine whenever I wake up. Let there be no more clouds amidst the dark sky. Let there be Oprah when I turn on the tv and let there be voices across the street. Let there be dogs barking, behind those fences. For we know they'll never run loose. Let there be sunshine when I wake up, because my sleeping cycle is no longer confused.

Happy Monday everybody!

Pictures

A few photos from Azima's Birthday bash :)

Homer

Presenting....HOMER SIMPSON!

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Credits to Sabrinahanim and Azlanmalek :)

Happy Fathers' Day

In conjunction with Fathers' Day, I shall tell you a little something about my dad.

His hobbies include watching tv, tv series, dvds, reading novels by Sidney Sheldon and Danielle Steele, traveling, hosting dinners and parties alike, talking and facebooking through his blackberry (which in my opinion, is practically glued to his hands).

He must be the most well read person on Malaysian's government politics and have a say on everything, with proof.

His idea of relaxing is staying at home, just being with his family.

He has a distinct dislike for women who speak their minds too much. He find them unappealing and annoying. (I think mostly because all his ideas are being rebutted right in his face)

His idea of beauty is small, petite, long hair and graceful. (Somewhat typical)

He has the biggest crush on Charlize Theron, who he still fails to pronounce her name correctly.

There is no way getting your way with him through arguing. He prefers the word 'persuading'.

There are only two things that makes him happy when concerning his children:

1) Do what he says.

2) Never miss your prayers.

He is the most loving person I know. He never fails to let us know, all the time.

He doesn't have a ridiculous expensive hobby which I find very refreshing. (collecting expensive cars, golfing etc etc)

His jokes can sometimes be lame.

He is the adult, male version of me.

He is the love of my life, and forever will be.

And to people who makes him feel any sort of pain, sadness, or any other unpleasant feelings, be prepared to have your sorry ass kicked because there isn't anything I won't do for him. He may be one of the most impossible person you'll ever meet, but that's what makes him all that he is: a very honest person, and one that you can rely on.

Happy Fathers' Day, Encik Khalid Ariff.

Random

It occured to me how I've met so many random people on my life. They started ever since childhood! Amongst all, there are the three people whom I've never got the chance to meet ever since I was 14.

There was Geoffrey Williams. He and his family migrated to Malaysia for a while from Australia in the early 90's. He used to ride his bike around the field, being a pest, annoying everyone that he knew (me included), but somehow or rather, we became friends. So, I joined him riding the bike after a while. I used to remember how worried my mom's friends were because he was known to be a troublemaker. Though, in fact, I think he was just a little boy lost. His mom was married again to an Indian man, and under one roof, they had 3 type of religions, all living together. Geoff's mom, stepdad and his two little siblings were Hindus, Geoff and his eldest brother were Muslims, and the rest remained Catholics. They even got featured in a magazine once for having such an eclectic household. I remember how he used to go to the Mosque for prayers during Ramadhan, just so that he could join in for the feast later. Couldn't blame him, so many other boys did the very same thing. He was probably one of the most random person I've ever met, and I wonder where exactly he is right now. Some said the whole family moved back to Australia. Oh well.

And then there's Geoffrey's friend, Arnold. Arnold wasn't much of a talker. But he was always, always with Geoffrey doing..weird mischievous stuff. One very distinct memory I had of him was when the two of them used to hide under this one big tree, or more like in the tree, hidden by the bulk of leaves, and scared random strangers away. I used to be one of those people they used to tease, whenever we passed that goddamn tree. So one day, my best friend Aeliaa and I decided to see what exactly were they doing in the tree, but first, we waited for them to go elsewhere. So, we climbed the tree, ransacked their bags and found pots and pans with a big drawing book, containing weird doodles of their names in random sizes. So weird.

And last but not least, there's Sergei. From the name, we know he's Russian. Although at that time, he was just that stupid, annoying white boy, who had the guts to go screaming in front of my house saying he was sorry. I really can't remember what he was sorry for. But boy was he such a pervert. He made very inappropriate connotations when he saw me licking a lollipop. Yup, need I say more? Also, he must be one of the rudest person I've ever met, and honestly I have nothing nice to say about him, except that I hope he's grown up and didn't turn out a bigger pervert. I kinda kept whatever I thought about him to myself because he was really good friends with my-then best friend, Dahman (who moved to England after a few years, but our families still keeps in touch whenever they come back to Malaysia). I still remember how I was so sad that he was becoming a really bad influence to my friend. Oh, but what I found out 2 years ago when Dahman visited was, Dahman's dad concluded that Sergei's dad was a Russian spy! (I swear I'm not high or crazy) That's because, he used to get really weird transmission radio signals and they're always coming from Sergei's house. So, after a while, Dahman's dad told Dahman to stay away. And till now, no one really knew what happened to them. They just seemed to have packed up and leave. So weird.

Sometimes, like at this moment, I really wonder what happened to all of them. Geoffrey especially. He must be the most unique amongst all. Because he hung out with Malay boys ever too often, he had developed the Malay coloquial, as his way of conversing with his friends. I remember talking to him in "aku and kau" at one point, and boy did he sound more Malay than me. Not kidding.

Okay, this has been a really random post.

Booms

To look forward, you move forward. You never turn back. You can look back once in a while, but the steps you make should never be backwards. What's done, is done. Even if there is so much anger left, just let it seep through. There is no use trying to fight for something that you don't believe in anymore. The most you can get out of fighting is more anger anyway. So, even if you can't pretend that it never happened, you learn from it. There are only three things I've learnt from my past useless 5 year friendship with someone not even worth mentioning.

1) You can never judge anyone from face value. That is a big no-no.

2) Trust your instincts, and never let anyone doubt yourself.

3) When someone is nicer to your friends than to you, dump them immediately. They are either brown nosers or guys without balls.

Though I have to thank this person. This person never made me more sure of myself and my instincts, more than ever. This person taught me the essence of patience by constantly finding it in my heart to forgive, every time a mistake has been done.

So thank you, but no thanks. If you get what I mean.

Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie

The match between Ghana and Australia had just finished. It was a draw. It ended so dramatically, with one player injured, squirting blood all over. Suddenly soccer becomes a really violent game. Maybe it always have been, I just never paid too much attention. I have to say though, I may not know much about soccer/football, but Australia really don't look sexy playing it. They look like they're too full-on, you know like a dog with rabies, on the prowl for victims. Not smooth or swift, even. However, they kinda played well tonight, except for the red card by Kewell, which honestly speaking, was a bit too harsh. Poor Kewell :p

For the sake of World Cup, I'll try watching a few matches. Though honestly, my attention span is really on a spiral when soccer is concerned. Pray that I don't end up with a soccer freak whose idea of a date is watching the EPL on the big mamak screen with all his mates, shouting every time their team scores. Don't get me wrong, it can be pretty cute, seeing boys being boys. But how long can you actually sit there, pretending you like the game? While everyone is really into the game, there you are, giving the most ridiculous comments or even supporting a team for the sake of supporting, so that you look good in front of your boyfriend's mates. Truth be told, I feel quite sorry for girls who have to endure that. I do, on the other hand, feel envious of couples who like soccer together, and watch the game together, because that's what they both enjoy. But you always see the former type couples everywhere. Gf nampak bosan gila, bf jerit macam rempit, and gf main main dengan straw minuman sambil tangkap gambar syok sendiri. Yo yo yo.

Oh well, to each his own. I better not make any preemptive judgments on people, or stereotype them. Who knows? I might even like football, and will be dragging my (non-existent at the time being) I-don't-care-about-soccer partner to the mamak, at 3 am in the morning.

On that note: Go Italia! (just because).

Tight lip.

Why

Do you sigh

Are there mothballs somewhere?

Why

Do you cry

Is there anger beyond your stare?

Why

Do you look

At places you shouldn't be looking?

Why

Do you turn

Around to say hello, what are you thinking?

Why

Do you laugh

When really it's time to learn?

Why

Do you answer

The question with another question?

Why

Do you place

Your hands where they don't belong?

Why

Do you clap

After each and every song?

Why

Did you leave

When you still had something to say?

Why

Did you not

Turn away.

Why

Did I choose

To laugh when I heard somebody cry?

Why

Are you still

Here.

Why

Are you still

Here. Not wanted.

Where

Do I begin.

The End.