cuckoo

i talk to myself when no one's listening
does that make me mad?

lies come naturally to me
does that make me insane?

sleep doesnt come to me at all
does that make me weird?

ada apa dengan malaysians?

Being completely ignorant when it comes to latest national news and the goss, i was totally unaware of the whole Anak Pontianak picture scandal.

My first thought was: Aduhaii. Why are Malaysians such busy bodies?

If you are expecting to see the same pictures copy and pasted all over the net, in this very blog. sorry to disappoint you perverted minds. I have no intentions whatsoever to satisfy your insatiable immorality.

I only came across the info of the 'Anak Pontianak' when a schoolmate told me and the fact that most of the pictures of her friends as well as her boyfriend was of my schoolmates as well. And sooooooo i clicked.

And all these pictures came up.

But what annoys me was not the pictures itself. What i couldnt stand was the 'konon baik' comments made by the viewers. Out came all these nasihat and Rakan Masjid-likeobservation and analysis.

"Apa nak jadi dengan remaja zaman sekarang? Dunia nak kiamat agaknya. Bertaubatlah menjadi muslimah yang baik. Memalukan mak bapak je ambik gambar macam ni. maksiat blablablablablaa yadda yadda yadda"

Its so.. fake.

Imagine this. A gives B the link to the pictures. And B quickly opens the page dengan tak sabarnya. After looking at the pics from various angles, B now puts on a baik face and writes all these goodie goodie comments.

Dude. Come on. You yourself gets excited enough to actually check the link out (or even worse, go to all the trouble of Googling it, tak payah kot nak go all angelic and snuff that 'im-better-than-you' attitude.

Thing is, like it or not, this is what Malaysians are like. KL-ites especially. I cant say im 100% excused from those misdemeanor, But itu lah orang Melayu. Once you become famous, thats the risk you've to take lah.

Makes me feel like i dont ever wanna get my 5 minutes of fame. Not if people are gonna ransack my Friendster and the likes. Hoho.

Here's an advice that i dont think people will listen to, but id like to give it anyway. Give these 'celebs' a break. The fact that ur condemning them aint gonna make them stop doing whatever they do. And theres no need to embarass people by posting their pictures on the net.

Even if betul pun that the person did something wrong, you dont have to punish their family sekali kot. Kesian la kat all the MakCik Joyahs and Dato' Ms out there.

getting carpal tunnel from typing. im out.

damansara-sick,

We were at the cafe, studying for my Environmental Engineering paper the next day,
and the remix of Last Night came on on Club Hitz. (it was 3plus am.i dont knw why they even bother provoking ppl to go clubbing when all the clubs dah tutup kedai.)

We were moving and grooving to what i thought was the most beautiful sound in the midst of the stressful study session.

And suddenly.

I MISSED HOME.

Like, really really badly.

I miss going to the Mutiara Damansara 24-hours McD, just to play travel scrabble because its about 3 minutes and a half from home.

And i miss going to Hartamas Square where its practically a mini-school reunion every single night.

I miss buying the pirated DVDs at SS15 in Subang. (Yea yea. Guilty as charged. Handcuff me now abang polis!)

I miss looking out the balcony of rumah and being able to see the lights of Ikea Ikano Curve Cineleisure and OU beckoning me to come visit them as soon as daylight falls.

I just miss my homies so badly.

And i felt like crying because there were three more papers to go and i wouldnt be able to sleep that night.

And when Mama and Papa came by to send me those bags and give me pocket money to sustain another 3 hell-ish days, i felt like jumping in the car and go back home.

Tinggalkan semua.

pom.poms

Little girls running by
Munching on chocolate
Smudged all over those happy face

TV Screen and football matches
Blends with screams and shouts
Hopes of eternal salvation

Weird notes and quirky words
Complicate the minds of some
In finding the crystal beneath the murky waters

blubbering mess

Sometimes God has the funniest way to trigger feelings in you.

How a simple letdown can drag along bagfuls of happiness with it. Metaphorically speaking, its like, i cried for two seconds because my last piece of chocolate that i have been anticipating to eat was gobbled down by some nasty rat lurking behind the fridge.

And the next thing i know, a fairy godmother brings me a hamper full of chocs.

Ok. Dumb metaphore.

Point is, despite this being the longest three weeks of my 19 years and some odd months on Earth, i cant help but knowing that things are gonna be fine. It'll all work out, somehow.

Yeah, you're probably thinking of shoving my optimism up my ass. But hey! It just works better this way no?

I find myself pondering on things of the past. Looking up old retarded pics of me. When i have the time, ill scan some up so you can all laugh at my ugly betty look. Hey, it was fashionable for the 9 year olds in '97 okay! haha.

Oh. And i also had a revelation that im too loud. That perhaps theres something about the loudness that makes people itch with annoyance with me and do all sort of sorry things in the hopes of embarrassing me. And since im kinda sick of having my friends going:

"Sha! Tak payah la jerit bila cerita! U nak satu mamak dengar pasal (include topic here) ke haa?"

i actually tried to lower down the volume so i wont be too amplified. And you know what they said? "Why are you so sopan santun and soft spoken ni? Cakap mcm biasa tak blh?"

Whuuut?

I talked to Tims a few nights ago. He made me realize that having Sayang around is truly good luck on my part. I might have realized this a tad bit too late, but my little boy has grown up to be a pretty sought after good looking fella. Whats with the signature hair and the flawless skin.

I didnt even realize how kacak he was until all these girls started flocking around him and delivered flirty one-liners. sometimes even two or three. and sometimes, a whole karangan of them. hmm. And i cant really say they are frumpy looking witches kerana mereka agak hot. Hmm again.

Hahaha.

This has gotten a tad bit too long. I shall stop.

bismillahhirrahmannirrahim.

.Here's to a fresh start.

Due to some unfortunate event, i had to keep my other blog confidential so i wont have irresponsible people invading my privacy.

To a new beginning. To a new privacy.

.Amin.