On sharing

i believe everyone has friends, like different sets of friends. good friends (you grow up together), hangout friends (very close but not as close as the former), acquaintances and such. yes, there is a need for categorisation. you will see next. 

bless our friends who have been together with us for extremely long. Our families know each other, we talk about the silliest of stuff and get weird together. Private jokes are abundant and one simple word can send us to squeals of non-stop laughter. Without face-to-face interaction, you can detect something is wrong. You can even feel that the other person is unhappy about something. The bond is so strong that you will instantly pick up the phone when the other person is about to call you. It happens to my mother and I, as well as with a very dear friend. 

well, you get the point. 

anyways, for all the long years spent together, have you ever thought that there will be a day where your friendship will be changed a bit? maybe the other one has another good friend? a hangout friend, perhaps. what would you do?

or perhaps a boyfriend? this may mean that this will be an end to most of the late night talks (may or maybe not). the emergency lunches, dates, movie dates and the hot-guy scouting activities? how does it feel? 

so tell me, i know things have changed when good friends get married, for example. i know some of you have felt this too. 

nothing serious. this weather is making me think. that is all. 

Along Came Polly

i have always wanted to watch this movie, particularly because of Jennifer Aniston and hey! I managed to.

Not going to bore you with the details, just going to point on something.

Live your life. Risk is everywhere. Of course we can calculate risks but not on everything. Like our chance with someone. A little bit of risk wouldn't kill.

Seize the opportunity, make the most out of the chance that we get.

And there is no coincidence. Everything happens for a reason. It might hurt for the moment but someday, when it has passed, we will realise its a lesson.

2013 and people are still pissing all over their territories

maybe I was out of the dating game too long. maybe i was having too much fun these days. but i am pretty sure i was flabbergasted that people are still 'pissing all over their territories'.

never, ever, EVER embarrass your partner especially when you are just dating, especially men. this might differ from one person to another but if that's your boyfriend/ girlfriend, IMHO, you really cannot control them.

i am just shocked. people still try to control their partners? who they can talk to and such?

two strikes; respect and trust. you lose these, it's a pretty done deal.

do the damage control now. please. you just made someone apologise for something that was not wrong in the first place. and remember, that person is not your trophy.

Periuk Belanga

Ada satu Periuk duduk di atas sinki. Ada satu cerek duduk bawah para. Periuk sentiasa pandang Cerek tak lepas, memerhatikan setiap apa yang terjadi pada Cerek. Maklumlah, duduknya tinggi, bukan macam Cerek.

Sehari-hari mereka menjalankan tugas. Kadang-kadang Periuk di atas dapur, mungkin berganti pula dengan cerek. Kedua-duanya hanya berbalas senyum.

Sampailah satu hari tuan punya barang-barang tidak di rumah. Didorong rasa bosan, Periuk bersuara:

' Kasihan kau, Cerek. Hitam sungguh badan kau aku tengok.'

Cerek yang sudah mahu terlelap waktu itu tersentak. Bukan sebab marah atau apa.

' Periuk, kau nampak sudu di depan kau?' Kebetulan ada barisan sudu yang bergayutan, dibiarkan kering di hadapan Periuk.

' Ya. Kenapa?' Periuk bertanya, bingung bunyinya.

' Bagus. Cuba kau tengok rupa kau dari situ dan kemudian bandingkan dengan aku,' Cerek berkata sambil tersenyum.

Periuk berpaling ke depan dan ikut arahan Cerek tanpa sebarang syak. Alangkah terkejut dirinya bila dilihat dirinya tiada beza dengan Cerek. Hitam dan kusam.

' Tak sedar diri,' gumam Cerek sebelum kembali tidur.

Sakit nombor 2

Paling hebat selepas terpijak lego adalah tercekik honey stars yang belum kembang. Seketul pulak tu. dah rasa macam nak menjerit minta tolong dekat meja tadi.

Don't judge me. I love honey stars. And they are not too cute to be eaten.

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Why I Like Conservative Board Games

I may not be good at chess but I really enjoy other board games. Of course, there was this Snake and Ladder, Sahibba and Monopoly (just quoting a few). I remember growing up with my siblings and cousins playing the games every time we meet. Of course, this was before the advent of the Internet. I mean it was made available at a cheap price for everyone to enjoy.

As we get older, getting together to play board games becomes harder. It was fun during school but once we started college and everything, it sort of become uncool I guess. We did try to recreate the moment but well, it was not easy. Something that is of th epast, should well stay as the past.

With the Internet, we don't have to sit in a same room to play board games. I used to play Dominoes with people about 500 miles (maybe more) from Melaka. All I need was a Yahoo! Play room and voila! No more boring days.

Now, it is even easier with tablets and smartphones. All we have to do is download the game and we can play with it anytime (although I have to admit that I get bored very easily with this thing). No more waiting to connect to a room, just play and the scores will be updated soon.

Despite this, I still find board games charming. I love the few minutes of bickering about bank notes while playing saidina. Or the few minutes of bickering of who should go make tea or something. All I get from playing with people across the world was 'faster, your move!' Like laju-laju ni nak pergi mana, bang?

Anyways, the thing that I missed the most of playing board games is the possibility of throwing a trantrum when we are about to lose and flipping the board. Imagine the feeling when we see houses and hotels flying down the table as well as money that belonged to your opponents.

We wouldn't get that with applications, right?

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Sisterhood

I don't have a blood-related sister. My cousin of the same age is the closest thing to a sister when I was a kid. Now, my good friend is the closest thing to a sister that I have. Because of that, I missed all the fun of bickering with sisters, fighting over stupid stuff, critisizing sisters' outfits and stuff.

I have to say I am jealous of people having a sister as they can exchange comments on clothes and stuff. Sometimes I want to change my style a bit but a bit hesitant as there are no one to refer to. What if the new outfit cramps my (non-existant) style? What if it looks totally hideous?

See? #FirstWorldProblem.

With the advent of technology, the misery of not knowing is no longer an issue. I feel like carrying my friends in my pocket these days. Pick an outfit, take a picture and send it to friend(s). Most of the time, I don't even have to wait long for the answer.

Shopping for clothes is no longer a burden now. I used to drag someone for their opinion but nay, I got my sisters on my phone right now, ready to rescue me.

I love you, lovelies. You know who uou are.

Romantic schmantic

We were very lucky that we were not thrown out of the cinema during Les Miserables. No, you do not need to know French in order to understand the title. Miserable is the operative word.

Despite the title, we were laughing most of the time, especially during the romantic songs. Especially me, I find it funny. Maybe I was too much of a skeptic to feel the heat.

It was a good movie. I like almost everything about it. Despite the fact that it was a musical, I actually enjoyed it especially with Sacha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonham Carter. Of course, there's Hugh Jackman and Anne Hathaway. And Russell Crowe.

Ouh no. I won't spoil it for you. I just want to go find Victor Hugo's now. So bye!

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Decision Making

Looking at the life that we are leading now, I truly understand why heart diseases are becoming more common among younger people. We had to make decisions every single second of our life. Now, I do understand that it is something that we have to do like choosing ketchup over chilli and stuff like that. Let me demonstrate to you. 

A coffee chain is a place for hardcore decision makers. I am talking about the chains like Starbucks, San Francisco Coffee, Coffee Bean and such. You walk into the store, humming to yourself thinking that 'Yeay! I am getting my dose of drug (which is absolutely what I have in mind every single time I go into one of those outlets)' and BAM! You end up staring at the walls, opening and closing your mouth like goldfish being out of the bowl. 

There, up on the walls are written an array of options for your coffee. Tall black, decaf, hot or cold. Wait, there's more to it. With full-cream milk, low-fat milk, with or without whipped cream (mine will always be minus the cream). I don't know about you but sometimes I do sweat for having to make such important decision within...say two minutes or I have this feeling of people behind me shouting profanities into my ears. As a fellow caffeine addict, I know how lack of such component may impair judgment. 

And yes, I treat coffee as serious business. 

A couple of minutes and we have to pick a combination of substance to become the beverage of the day. I understand that some of us need caffeine to kick start out day. Imagine having to make such an important decision first thing in the morning. What if we screw up? The whole day will be ruined!

It's not as simple as before where the choices are limited to coffee with milk, with sugar or without sugar. Not that way anymore. 

No wonder they charge us so much at Starbucks and such. It's part of a training to become decision makers. Hurm. 

Ladies, It Pays To Be Vigilant

This happened yesterday at the KL Convention Centre, at a place that I frequents on a daily basis. It never occured to me that this will happen but it did.

My friend coolly said that nowhere is safe when I recounted this story.

(reading instruction: please read with an echo. Thank you) I just came back from having tea with a friend, it was after 7pm, leaning towards 8pm. It was not that late and there were tonnes of people near the convention centre area. I felt safe (humming silently under my breath), thinking that it was near impossible to be attacked or anything, safe for the sharks in Aquaria. So, I went to the toilet, fighting againts the human traffic with the kids and the parents running after kids and all. A man walked in front of me, I was pretty sure he was a Malay.

Anyways, I saw someone with the complexion of a Bangladeshi standing outside the men's. Something told me that I'd better be careful. True enough, he approached me and asked if I am a Malaysia. Of course, I am fighting all my senses to reply with a sarcastic remark and waved my hand before heading to the toilet. I was so scared that he will do something like follow me home that I asked for the cleaner to accompany me outside once I am done with my business (and no, not telling). I was wearing baju kurung so that made it much more difficult to run, in case I had to. And I hate running so you can guess I am as a good runner as Garfield.

When both of us peaked outside, the man was not there anymore. I was literally sweating because of fear and I regretted the moment I once joked about being stalked means that you are popular. To anyone who heard me crack that one, please forgive me.

Back to the story, he was not in front of the toilet. I knew I brushed him off in quite a harsh way and yes, I was afraid he might do something to me. Seeing that he was nowhere to be seen, I walked straight with as much calmness that I can muster (I can assure you it was nearing the 0 level) when I saw him again. This time with a girl standing to his far right. She looked uneasy and something told me, this guy bothered her too.

I called the girl and asked if the guy bothered her. She did not reply yes straightaway but asked me if I was bothered before that. I pulled her aside before listening to her story. This was it:

Girl: The guy said he is a muslim convert and he wants to learn how to perform wudhu'

Me: Then why didn't he go into the surau and ask someone there?

And remember the guy I told you walked in front of me before I entered the toilet? He could have asked the guy.

Girl: He said nobody wants to talk to him. And he cannot speak Malay.

Oke that was weird beause he had no accent before that.

Me: Do you want to go and talk to him now? I mean, there are two of us.

(I felt guilty by then because if that was the reason, pity him for having me shoo-ing him off like that. But my suspicion was still high, hold that thought.)

Girl: No. He showed me a piece of paper, with sex as the content.

That was it then. My suspicions were true. Unlucky for the girl because she had to face it.

I knew something was wrong because first, he askEd me in Bahasa Malaysia if I am Malay. No accent, no nothing. So how come he said he cannot speak Malay? Second, why would you want to approach a girl when there are plenty of men over there. I mean, it will be difficult for women to show how to do it anyways. Third, I don't buy the trick nobody do not want to teach him how to perform ablution. He can just enter the surau and watch people do it.

I over-analyse stuff all day; it is a handicap my friends always point out. But I am glad I over analyse stuff yesterday.

It pays to be vigilant ladies, especially if you are alone. Of course it is good manners to help someone but if your instinct tells you otherwise, please follow it. Take in all your surrounding and analyse the data that was given; does it fit or not? It is oke to be a bit cautious. Be ready to scream your heart out in case anything happens. Avoid walking anywhere with earphones plugged in your ears.

Because like my friend said: nowhere is safe these days.

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Accidental Shopping

It does exist, I can assure you. One moment you are humming to yourself, thinking of the lunch menus and before you know it BAM! You are several ringgit (or hundred) poorer but ouh! So much happier.

You think ' Nah, it would never happen. How is that possible? I am hungry and I really go out of the office to buy food, nothing else. Once I am full, I'd feel so much better. I wouldn't be looking at anything else.'

That is really not true. Once you are done with lunch and there is still time to spare, there will be so much walking around that you want to do. It does not matter where you are having lunch, as long as there are people selling stuff, it's just a catastrophe to happen.

I went to ge lunch, I end up with a purse. True, I need a purse but really not now. I know I have had my purse for nearly ten years and something are about to get faulty. The zipping mechanism now needs a lot of tugging but I honestly love it. You can no longer find a good leather purse at that price anymore.

Well, I should remember the inflation.

But I grabbed the purse, almost not thinking. It's on 70% off and I was unsure if there are more of the same range on rebate. It does not help with I have someone else beside you saying that i was a really good buy, you cannot possibly get anything from the same range at the same or almost similar price.

At the sound of the cash register, I can almost hear my heart sang. It was like music to my ears and the thought of having something new to open just made me happy. It was something new, something wrapped in a bag and the smell, ya..the smell. Who doesn't like the smell of new stuff. It's almost like getting a new breathe of 'fresh air' from snorting drug (metaphorically speaking. I never do drug except cough syrup).

As expected, guilt arrived a bit late. It must got delayed by the lunch traffic; foot or vehicle. It was panting at the door, gasping for breathe and I nearly missed it.

That was when it hit me; the guilt. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach while I was still holding the bag of my new purchase. There were sweat on my forehead while my face was still smiling. I know; a walking contradiction.

Despite the bad taste in my mouth, I still cannot let it go. I know I should at least selling it back but I cannot bring myself to it. And here I am, looking at the purse, wiping beads of tears out of my eyes. It's so beautiful.

Well, I just had to say this, regardless of how cliche it could be:

' If this is wrong, I don't want to be right.' There, I said it.

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The Other Aishah

somehow, somewhere over the rainbow, I must have pen this down. this as in having another collague called aishah.

i worked in the company first so initially i wanted to kenakan her. like send some difficult work to her table and say 'someone gave this to aishah' (without telling my name of course). but it didn't materialise. something must have happened to me that I didn't pull the cheap trick.

anyways, I was sitting at my table, clicking away in the morning (very rare thing to see because i usually am more busy stuffing my face with food in the morning HA-HA) when suddenly my group leader came and said:

' 5, 6 and 7 December are oke, aishah.'

i went, yes, of course those dates were oke. i mean the mayans predicted the world would end sometime after and i planned to panic at around 19 december 2012 so of course i have nothing to worry about on those dates.

i turned my face to her say said 'huh?'

and she said: you asked about the leave, right?

innocently, i replied no. a look of comprehension dawned on her and she said something about 'siti emailed me bla bla.' I, on the other hand, was still having problem to comprehend what just happened. as usual, i used my feeble laugh to cover the story.

it was not until half midday i just found out that the other aishah emailed to ask for annual leave on those dates.

and i knew i should have said 'yes' when she asked if i requested for annual leave. i could have gone on leave using The Other Aishah's leave. darn it.

A Question At The Spa

To tell you the truth, it has been quite a stressful month for me. There is work to attend and more work to be done (personal project, basically) so it was not a wonder why suddenly pimples are having party on my face. I'm quite positive that there is an outline of a merry-go-round on my right cheek right now. Realising this (or actually being pointed out by someone), some sort of damage control has to be done. Thanks to a good friend, she managed to persuade me to go for a facial yesterday.

So, I picked up the phone and I was lucky enough that I got a slot after workI was supposed to meet someone and thank goodness she agreed on waiting for me. My last session was in August so I know that I would get an earful from the one who will be working with me. What with the increased consumption of coffee and lack of sleep, I was pretty sure that I would then be introduced to tons of products to buy (and I can assure you this is true).

However, nothing prepared me for a question that the dermatologist asked while I was getting comfortable on the bed, ready to have my face touched. I felt like I was thrown back to the days of exam questions and test papers, of assignments and courseworks, of open-book tests and 'open-book tests' that made me throw back the same question at the person. She asked 'what do you want to achieve from this session?'.

Darn it. That sounded a lot like what a future employer will be asking like 'how do you see yourself five years from now?' (like seriously? I can't even predict where I am about to eat dinner) or ' what do you want to benefit from the company?' (may I answer big fat paycheck, low stress level and extremely small workpile?). The spa was supposed to be a place for me to relax, it is an unforgivable sin to ask questions that make me think hard. I was supposed to be answering questions half-heartedly before saying 'no' to every product that I am supposed to be in 'extreme need of'. Not that.

I opened my eyes (I can assure you that was not an easy feat. There was very calming music playing on the background, a hint of ylang ylang in the air (or was it lavender? I can never be sure of flowers), low light and there were absolutely no noise in the room. Yes, a condition fit for a sleepy baby) and looked at her before repeating the question. She actually looked back at me (I can only guess as I took of my glasses), sitting cross-legged, a pen and paper in her hand. I can see it almost clearly (refer to the paragraph above on the short-sightedness of Yours Truly) in my mind right now.

The impact of the question was so huge that I felt compelled to write this post at this hour, approximately twenty four hours after the episode. Believe me or not, I was up yesterday (for a few minutes but still! That was a huge effort) thinking about all the cheeky answers and clever comebacks that I should have said.

For example:

' I would like to see a better me, spiritually more than physically.'

' It's of the utmost importance that I should be able to foresee the future after this particular session.'

or as simple as 'I would love to at least be able to curse in 19 languages or dialects.'

But none of it came. Just a feeble ' I would like to have clearer skin.'

Never, I say, underestimate anything. Never.

Budak Kecil dan Dilema

semalam lepak dengan budak kecil. aku memang byk kawan dengan budak kecik pun, tak kisah orang nak cakap apa. tak salah kot.

tapi aku kesian juga sebenarnya dengan budak-budak kecik yang kawan dengan orang veteran ni. terutamanya dengan budak kecik semalam. bila dah biasa dengan kami, susah sikit dia nak adjust dengan rakan sebaya.

yeah, we corrupt her good. not corrupt in a bad way (well, maybe a little bit haha) but maybe her way of thinking became a little bid advanced. mana nak layan dah pesen borak dengan kawan-kawan pasal budak lelaki hingusan ni (no offense but her classmates were mostly 18-year olds).

susah sebab dia kene juga kawan dengan rakan sebaya. lagipun, kami bukannya ada dekat dengan dia, jauh.

i have friends my age. i have friends younger than me. tapi okelah, nak borak dengan budak lagi muda pun mcm takde masalah sgt. alhamdulillah. but i envy them. they are so young, so many things to look forward to.

apa sajalah aku mengarut malam-malam ni. dah boleh tido kot.

Sakit

Kesian tak tgk muka ni?

Terus-terang aku katakan yang aku tunggu saja bila aku nak demam. Cuaca panas-sejuk-panas-sejuk-besi-pun-boleh-bengkok mcm ini mana boleh tahan. Captain America pun boleh hilang ketangkasan sebegini rupa.

 

Ini gambar diambil pada hari Sabtu. Hari Jumaat aku dah rasa semacam. Aku tinggalkan semua kerja hari sabtu lalu telan ubat batuk. Seronok, apatah lagi kalau dapat tidur tanpa perlu mimpi yang bukan-bukan. Tuhan sahaja yang tahu betapa aku rindukan tidur sebegitu.

 

Lebih kurang belas jam juga aku tidur pada hari Sabtu. Apatah lagi dengan cuaa yang memberangsangkan. Buku pun tak mampu baca, cuma mampu ulang-tayang Friends sahaja (mujur Ahad sudah sihat. Boleh tgk Daniel Craig lagi sekali. Hiks).

 

Yang tak berapa best, rasanya satu rumah demam. Dasar pemalas tak mahu pergi klinik cuma main telan ubat yang ada.

 

Lama rasanya dah tak demam. Mujurlah demam di hujung minggu. Kalau tak, melambak kerja.

 

Baiklah, sampai sini sahaja. Perlu fokus pada #PuisiTwitter bertema #Lagu ini malam.

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Hantu dalam kepala

Kalau selak-selak page diari yang lama-lama, rupanya masalah kerap sangat mimpi sampai tak dpt tidur berkualiti ini dah lama. Tarikh terakhir adalah 2011, Mac. Ya, di dalam diari fizikal. Saya sekolah lama macam tu.

Perenggan kedua ini nampak macam tiada kaitan. Jangan tertipu, ada sbnrnya. Aku nak cerita aku suka bercerita. Jadi ceritanya aku suka bercerita. Dari sekolah lagi, sekolah yang mana jangan tanya. Tetapi makin lama makin jarang pulak bercerita. Disebabkan jarang bercerita, aku syak (aku syak je la) semua cerita tu berpusu-pusu dalam kepala. Akibatnya, ia jadi mimpi yang seterusnya mengganggu tidur.

 

Kenapa aku rasa macam tu? Sebab sejak akhir-akhir ni bila aku mula bercerita semula, makin senang nak tidur. Dengan #PuisiTwitter, lagilah senang nak keluarkan cerita dalam kepala.

 

Hey, ini cerita aku sahaja. Mungkin salah. Baidewey, dah download edisi pertama #PuisiTwitter daripada www.puisitwitter.com? Boleh download sekarang

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Rebut

 

Pagi memang pemangkin untuk semua emosi. Kalau ada sesuatu yang bersifat tahi berlaku di pagi hari, boleh bikin jahanam mood seharian dibuatnya kalau tak kena gaya.

Lif di bangunan pun begitu juga. Selalu buat kemungkaran yang boleh menyebabkan sakit hati dan sakit dada. Sakit badan pun boleh juga. Nak tahu macam mana?

Semua orang berebut punch card. Kalau lambat nanti kedatangan pun merah. Bukan macam sekolah, setakat cikgu kasi amaran. Ini mahu melibatkan bonus atau gaji juga. Siapa nak bonus terjejas? Ya, betul, tiada.

Yang kecil, besar, tua, muda, lelaki dan perempuan semuanya berebut. Kalau setakat kena pijak kaki itu sudah jadi perkara biasa. Bila dah jadi macam itu, memanglah malas jadinya nak sumbatkan diri dalam lif. Lebih rela tunggu lif seterusnya.

Dan kejadian yang sama berulang. Aku lebih rela tunggu di luar sampai semua masuk baru aku masuk dan parking di depan pintu lif. Kalau penuh, aku cuma boleh telefon pejabat untuk beritahu aku akan lambat.

Berdasarkan perkara ini, bolehlah disimpulkan bahawa aku bakal jadi peserta pertama keluar dalam mana-mana siri realiti TV terutamanya Survivor kerana belum cukup hebat menerjah untuk merebut peluang.

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Sin

Forgive me for I have sinned. How can I not be when I had this at 10pm?

But it's so good, I kind of forget myself.

Excuse me, I have to go hide the rest of the cake.

 

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Skyfall

 

Hah tgk gua rilek je. Apa ada hal James Bond kan?

'Age does not guarantee maturity'

' Youth does not guarantee innovation'

 

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Meminta sedekah

Lihat! Semua pun boleh di Malaysia. Robot pun boleh minta sedekah di sini.

Oke baiklah. Sebenarnya ini di Legoland. Cerita dah basi pun tapi nak kasitau juga. Dari JB ke Legoland tambang teksi dalam MYR 40++. Bawak sunscreen, payung dan shades. Panas baq hang.

Makan secukupnya di rumah sebab kat dalam mahal oke.

Sekian dulu. Ini entri nak testing je sebenarnya.