friends…huh?

February 27, 2008

I was having a normal day in Shah Alam Court, finishing my search for a missing file that’d been lost for 2 years! Whilst waiting at the registry I met my friend Jajal. Well, I thought, it’s not gonna be a boring day after all.

Well, after we’d finished our assignments we made our way to the cafe for our late breakfast. There we were sitting and talking about the current trends and topics of the day. Until he saw me looking weird all over.

I started the conversation with lesser enthusiasm cause I hate talking about bad experience, so I kept quiet. But knowing Jajal, he would push you to spill. Besides, knowing him to be trustful, I just gave him the gist.

The topic of the day:

I once had a good friend. She was the type of girl that you’d love be friends with. Other than that, no comment. However, there was this one incident that changed everything. She was in a financial problem. C’mon, she was my friend. I am known to be a very generous person. So, upon seeing her in need, without thinking twice, I withdrawn the money on the same day and loan it ti her. Much to her relief that she promised me to pay the next few days. I foolishly believed her.

The next month followed. Nothing. I texted her a couple of times. No answer. Apparently, she made payment after few weeks after that. But partial. Not even half of it.

By now, many things run through my sick mind:

What was I thinking?

How could she do this to me.

Then again, she did pay. So maybe it was okay.

I can still be friends with her. Right?

With this, thinking that she may pay the rest of it. No worries.

Wrong. She even gave me some excuses. This being done with a straight face. Yup. Nothing happened. And everytime she saw me smiling wihout updating me about the money. Neither did she being apologetic about it.

Hello! Reality TV. Yes, this is reality. I suddenly feels like the cast in The Hills! I wasn’t mad with her. It’s just something I don’t get. It’s still unclear to me. What the hell happened? I just lose interest and go on with my life.

I’ve got lots of friends who sometimes forget about a thing or two. Money especially. But they did their best to return the favour. Unlike her. It’s totally different. Definitely. I don’t know why. It just struck the core of my nailbiting heart.

Well, struck off one friend from my list. No trust. No friend.

I’m certainly not the kinda of person to choose friends. I mean I gain some, and lose some. But all in all, we still remains friends. But they are a few who’re not worthy of remaining friends.

Trust me. This happens to everyone. Even my husband. Be it your friend, or your maid, or your collegue. It can be anyone. Just like Jajal said, people thought we are rich. Being that in the picture, they took advantage of our generosity. However, when we need the return favour…it suddenly become null and void. He too had the same experience. It certainly taught us a lot.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, being trustworthy among your friends is the utmost crucial point of all. Once you lose it, than forget trying to be a friend anymore.

It’s not hard though. The sincerity is important.

d killer ride of the decade!!!(PART ONE)

February 24, 2008

o joy o joy o joy!!!

I was doing my opinions for the bank precisely at 4.15pm on wednesday.

My hand was moving naturally while my brain was working its stuff. Why the heck was I doing this routine everyday?

So…i decided to dozed off a lil….

 

only to come up with a perfect idea!

what the heck am i doing ere?

why am i not getting some fulfilling fun this weekend?

that’s right guys!!! let’s go to…erm…to…aha! GENTING! (that’s the only place that came up in my mind the minute i thought about FUN! i mean, c’mon guys…is there any place else?!)

maybe i should just lepak-king at the zouk or maybe the laundry?

hmm…not likely, huh?

anyways, there i was procrastinating the opinion writing and started texting like mad to azim, dania and jaez. it was all set. (although there was sum conflicts on the dates but we managed to fix the BIG DAY on sunday.YEEAAHOOO!!)

SUNDAY February 24, 2008

7.30am     : pick up the girls with all equipments checked! (there we were the four of us, with three cameras intact!)

8.15am     : started our joyful journey to genting (only after we made a pitstop at the drive-thru Mcdy for the breakfast      meals! yummy!)

9.15am     : we’ve started climbing the genting hi-way…haha! with windows down, we enjoyed the cold air blowing through our tudungs and hairs! while jaez was frantically taking pics and vids along the way.

As soon as we reached the cable cars parking, we made our way to the ticket stand and quickly jumped in the first cable cars that come to sight.

Behold the most noisiest ride of my life. Yes, the Genting Skyway. It was supposed to be a solemn and peaceful ride all the way up to the genting station, but no. The words : SIT DOWN and BE CALM seems to not be in my nieces dictionary. They just can’t stop taking pics, vids, and TALKING! BLA! BLA! BLA! My Gawd! There’re just so many things to talk about on the 15 minutes ride! AMAZING. ^-^

 the three stooges…in the cable car that have barely move yet…

 the photogh freaks??

 even azim wasn’t left out…

I was trying to strategise our rides since we’re taking all parks ride. That’s right! We’re going to Genting with the ultimate desire.

To ride all the thrilling rides both indoors and outdoors.

Without puking.

Without missing anything.

With a limited time.

And MOST of all : HAVE FUN!!!!

Yeah. Right. I was wrong. Except for the FUN part of course. That was the only one thing that stays.

The soonest as we bought the tickets we went for the first ride that came to our sight. The Flying Chairs. Ahaks! Been there, done that. Remembering the hiatus I have to go through the last time I took that ride, give me a sudden chill. Besides I want to take the pics. It was alright.

The second ride, The Speeding Toboggan. (btw, u cn see this ride in dania’s fb video. yup! the one where she bounced at the end. Hard.) For this ride, only those below 70 kg may ride. So, Azim? Poor guy. It was okay for a warm-up ride.

Then, we reached the first roller coaster ride in Malaysia. The Cyclone. The four of us bounced into the cart, expecting it to be more thrilling than the last one. We were giddy with excitement. As Azim, prepared himself to record the ride as well, we were laughing our heart out. The ride ended with a great plunging g-force at the end or the rail. It was awesome.

Then, came the killer ride of the decade. If you were thinking it was the The Cockscrew, you’re wrong. If you’re guessing The Flying Coaster, you’re couldn’t  even be more wrong!

THE SPINNING TEA-CUP

 

That was the killer ride of the decade. I repeat. The killer ride. Yea, yea, go ahead and laugh. But that’s the ride that actually kill Azim’s appetite for the whole day. As we were waiting in line for the ride, commenting on how boring the ride looks from outside, Dania made a comment:

Dania    : boring because they don’t know how to play it.

Me        : yea, I agreed. We should spin the cup more, that’ll be more exciting.

Dania    : Aha!!! We should spin the cup til we’re dizzy!

Jaez (taking a video of our mutual comment) : say that again?

Dania and me  : We should spin the cup til we are dizzy!!! (much to my regret later on.)

well, as soon as we got into the cup, our acts raised couple of eyebrows, since the cup couldn’t fit the four of us, but we managed to squeezed in. (much to more regrets later) the siren signal started and we managed to sit properly and smiled. A lot. Seriously giddy from excitement that haven’t started yet. And then….

THE SPINNING STARTED!!!! ROAR OF LAUGHTER! AND CAMERA ROLLS!

 

The two chicks were putting mega force on the spinner wheel, leaving me and azim to our despair! The minute the song changed the spinning doubles, accompanied by their wailling, laughter, squelling, screaming and my tears! azim was laughing at first but when he turned to me and said : i’m kinda dizzy. That’s the revealing look of a man at the edge of vomitting. The spin was so fast, I started to lose balance and felt my medula oblongata vanishing, and seeing my nieces in doubles!

 the faces of the participants on the killer ride: the victims ( two on the right), the devils (two on the left)

 the look of a man nearing to vomit….notice his saliva dripping?

 yea..it was horrifying experience! worst than space shot! anyways…we survived the ordeal and limping off the ride to calm ourself and regained balance. afterwards…azim couldn’t ride anything else. GAWD!!!

i’ve never had so much fun trying to withold my vormit…burp!

February 15, 2008 

why o why did i went 2 c  this movie???

 probably because my head needed some rest, my brain needed some illogical sense of thinking, my body needed to be hitby a rock ( a damn BIG ROCK!) hard!

 

it was a beautiful night, me, hubby n 2 of my high nieces were not that excited to watch it(except for my hubby of course!).We’d to make a stop at the Mcdy for some food to fill our cute stomach prior to the movie. Upon queing for our order, all the while singing to some 80’s song : ginggam gooli-gooli-gooli-gooli watcha, ginggam goon ginggam goon ( repeat twice)

 

 Listening to our car singing accapella to the song at the top of our voice, made me think…nuthing can beat the mood thatwas already building in the small car of mine…seeing my passengers were enjoying themselves so much, I prayed that the movie should be worth watching.

 

To no surprise…people laughed out of their wits to the movies spatial slapsticks. I laughed a lil here and there. But all in all,I can’t take too much of Carmen. It hurts my winny heart. Seriously, it did. Don’t get me wrong, she deserved to be praise for being brave enough to act in that movie.

 

Imagine the hero with a few pimples (BIG ONES!) and cladded in braces with a stupid grin became the KING of SPARTA!while the ever beautiful and sexy Carmen Elektra was the wise QUEEN. Apparently, the storyline was the same as the original, but it was too much.

 

You never heard people laugh it out sincerely. I did, a few times, through out the movie. But the rest? I forced myself. Hard. But i was glad to see my nieces enjoyed themselves.

 

Honestly, I enjoyed our time singing in the car previously…more.

Mom?

February 17, 2008

Last Friday was a normal day. But something happened that day that made me and my other half giggled half dead through out the day.

1st  trigger act

I was on mc the day before. I had a terrible stomach ache the night before, but never thought it would last that long til the morning. Made it to the clinic, with my mom, (in case I passed out while driving!) and saw my sis Alphard parked in front of the clinic.

And I said                    : What a coincidence, she might be in the clinic as well? I wonder who’s sick?

But my mom goes         : Must be her daughter, D, since she was on fever few days ago. Is  she still not well? Poor girl.

We managed to waved at her driver in the car, before making it inside. And my Mom being a person on a fastlane, went straight to the medicine counter. (The procedure was to register yourself at the reception counter and then wait for your turn. But since we’re the most frequent family to visit the clinic, and most probably our family is the most frequent patrons there, the staffs have registered our familiar faces as the IT family. Beware! )

My mom                                  : Is Puan J inside? Right now?

The girls at the counte   r           : Yes, ma’am. Please hold on, and be seated while we  register your -   

My mom                                  : It’s okay, she’s my daughter too. I’ll just go right in.

And the girls at the counter just gawked at her. Lost in words. There she went faster than a shooting bullet, faster than a speeding Ferrari passing through the waiting queue of other patients, without so much of glancing at them. Knocked on the door and glimpsed inside and with a smile, she went: Hello! I got another one waiting here, (while grabbing my arm frantically,) can she join? (pushed me inside and glared at my sis), Mommy wants to go shopping some rations, you go on. (and closed the door).

Leaving me and my sis staring at the door. The doc didn’t say a word. She was probably too shocked from the scene that just happened. (Haha, you better get use to it, gal, cause you’ll be getting a lot of it from my Mom!) Well, I just smiled at my sis and sat.

After few handful of minutes (since me and my sis did a lot of Q&A with the doc, whom surprisingly answered expertly to all our Qs) we went out and all the patients stared at us.

(Suddenly, one of the patient got so mad, and screamed) : How long do I have to wait here?! I’ve been waiting for an hour –

(Casually by this moment, my Mom entered the clinic and shot that person a look and solemnly answered)         : Oh c’mon. You’re a tough guy. Just wait patiently like a macho man.

The guy sat and smiled!! What the hell just happened?  What triggered the laughing act you ask? It was my Mom’s act of : buatlah klinik cam rumah sendiri….( treat the clinic like your own home)

Jeez, I’ve never been so proud of having her as a mother in my whole life!

LoVe??

 February 14, 2008

Ahhh….valentine. A day to celebrate your love for the other half (or for others, it may be ur dolls, idols, families…partner?)

 

I don’t celebrate Valentine. I used to until I found out I wasn’t suppose to. Anyway, a day to celebrate your love? It shouldn’t just be a day. It should be every other day too. In fact, why does it have to be today? Why can’t I have my own sweet day in the whole years. It can be every Friday perhaps, or Sunday? Make it weekends so that it’s easier for everyone, yah?

 

But today is the day the roses are gonna cost you double the usual price, and the chocs are never as expensive, and other packages for dinners are suddenly never have been more romantic. Wow! Valentine. Seriously. Valentine?

 

HELLOOO!!! If you love someone, shouldn’t you celebrate him/her every day? I mean like, maybe you should send flowers to her as a surprise on your anniversaries. Take her for surprise extravagant dinner at some extravagant hotel just to spend some time with her. Write her notes for every thought you have of her (u may also do the same to him of coz!) There’re so many things and romantic stuffs you can do to celebrate love.

 

As for me…I remember one particular romantic thing my boyfriend used to do for me. It was 1996-97. Handphones were scarce. Communications were limited. The only way we remains connected to each other was through smoke signals on top of our dorms (eh?) ….just kidding. Both of us were studying in different U’s, so distance was quite a burden. But nothing stops us from keeping our love for real!(yea – man!)

 

He bought junks of red cute pieces of post-it. Cut it into small portions. And give it to me every early of the months. On each of the 30 pieces notes, were encourages words, love words, his thoughts, his hearts and his soul. I would read each note everyday for a month. My dorm-mate found this peculiar and GEDIQs, but to some, it was an envious act of romance.

 

(Ironically) none of the notes are repetitive. It was all new as it is. IT conjures a weird feeling of satisfaction and security. Haha…to me it fills my boring day. Simultaneously, it also lights up my day. To cultivate such an atmosphere is awesome. But only a sincere person may came up with such words in expressions.

 

And that’s how you may celebrate LOVE. Be grateful. Be sincere.

 

death?

February 13, 2008 

Yesterday, my colleague’s mom passed away. It was a normal day, she was getting ready with the documents for court that evening. Shortly after that, the normal turned gloom. It was so harsh a reality that she cried and cried to realise that her mom is really gone.

 The situation flipped on me. The fact that I’d lose so many people along the years had not helped me to calm her. I seriously didn’t know what to do. When my good friend passed last three years, all I thought was I didn’t get a chance to say how much I miss her. When my late partner died it was so sudden I didn’t catch on that she was really gone for a week.  

Ironically, when that particular person had died, that’s when you realised how significant he or she was. You will see how people react to the bad news. How many people would turn up at the funeral? Will people still remember that particular person after that? Will people begun to appreciate their contribution?  

Have you ever thought about your death?

 I do. I keep thinking I haven’t done much in life. No big charities. No fun adventures. Not even a single contribution that have actually affected nor change anyone’s life. I am so insignificant. I don’t even think I make any different even if I am gone. What a loser. 

I wonder if anyone might turn up for my funeral? Anyone I know, I once knew, I’m getting to know, or perhaps a perfect stranger I never get to meet? Will my friends ( you guys know who you are!) make enough time to reminisce over our memories? Who am I? Just another being who’s trying to make her life as crucial as possible.  But at the end of the day, I know deep inside, I may not be as famous as Marilyn Munroe, or Heath Ledger or maybe as controversial as (whatzername?) Anna Nicole Smith….but I am who I am. I am not a pretender. I am bold. And I am sincere. Will you turn up at my funeral, I do not know. However, having you reading this blog is sufficient enough to know you care.  

Thank you.

  

February 9, 2008

“where art thou my love, my life?”

I was sitting in the room in JB and madly crying whilst watching the newest edition of a Japanese comedy( yea, I know it’s supposed to be a comedy yet why am I crying?)…it was funny and emotional simultaneously, it drove me crazy! 

Flashback : 1993

background

♥My romance life♥. Reminisces over how pathetic I was. Hmmm…I can hear the sound effect of an orchestra conducted in a very swaying violin lead…sigh! The guy was 4 years older and happened to be the most good looking guy in the history of mankind (ooh! Besides Takuya and Daniel Henney of course!) And as my good friend once whispered to me while watching the guy visited me for my cheerleading practice, “OH MY GOD! I just died and go to heaven!”

the meeting  

We met at a sport carnival. He was visiting his friends and I was…well, under disguise. (I’ll tell you about that story later) He spotted me and our eyes met, and me being snobbish as I was then, just give him a nod and walk my way. Unbeknown to me that we have actually met earlier somewhere as he’s a son to a good friend of my papa. He remembered me. Amazing. 

We didn’t spoke until the next half month, during another friend’s party. He came with a girl and we barely spoke to each other except exchanging our hellos and g’bye. I don’t why, but s’thing about him intrigued me so, that I actually googled him amongst my friends. His background was so extremely superb that as fast as a speeding torpedo I dropped my interest towards him. Imagine being 19, he was already undergoing his 2^nd year in Business Deg. in US, rich as hell, not to mention being a genius and sponsored by a giant corporation, speaks 4 languages including French, and did I mentioned he’s rich? Oh yea, I did. He was also athletic, as he represented his college for basketball tournaments.  

Well, to make story short, we eventually met, comedically, in a men’s toilet. I was desperately in need to pee, and got into the wrong toilet. He was kind enough to hold the door for me since the lock wasn’t working. And making sure no other guys can see me doing my…erm…business. From that day, our relationship blossom, but to me he was like a big bro. It continues to my university years. He helped me along the bad times (esp when I was  banging my head at the wall for having such a bad bf) and he keeps me strong.  

the dilemma

I had a feeling for him, but knowing him to be an ambitious guy, he wouldn’t think twice to lunged himself in a relationship. So I move on, bf after bf…and at the same time trying to chase my dreams to be beside him. But later on, I lose hope. I started to lose my way, and alongside with other problems, my grades started to slide. By this time he was already a well known businessman, and came back here for a short sabbatical leaves. He started to pour his feeling to me. I was kinda in a relationship with sumone else at that time, and was uncertain on how to react. Here he was, the perfect man, giving himself to me. Moi! I can’t believe that it took him 4 years to realise his feelings for me!  I hate that! To make matters worse, my current bf was a very sweet guy.   Well, as I said earlier, My romance life. Reminisces over how pathetic I was. It was a crossroad I had to choose. Being an egoistical person, I rejected him and told him I like our relationship as it is. He went back to US. And that’s that. 2 years after that I heard he was involved in an accident, and a friend of his informed me that he might not make it. That’s the end. 

What do you think happened after that?

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addiction to blogs

ah hah! before you even starts reading this humble blog of mine, please answer 1 simple question:

why r u reading this blog? is it: 

1. because u r bored?
2. because u actually want to know more about me?
3. because u actually know me?
4. (if no 3 is a yes) because u hardly talk to me, but wanna know what’s up with me now?
5. because u r actually making a research for ur own blog, and r trying to scoop anything interesting in my blog?
6. because….u r forced to read it.

If ur answer is 2, 3 and 4…well, nuthing bout me that u already know, but ive to warn you, if you’re underage please be advice that a parental guidance is needed.

if ur answer is 1, please do read on, u might find my life to be more pathetic than yours and u might ended up feeling happy and content.

if ur answer is 6, well, read on guys…or else! (oh, btw…i love you!)

and for those who answered 5, get on with ur life , man! ever heard of plagiarism?!!!

anyways, well…to tell you the truth, i myself, have just fin reading  my niece’s and couple of my friends’ blogs right this minute. and i decided maybe i should just start up my own blog. just for fun. again. maybe no one might comment on it, or maybe someone might, but that’s not the case.

the thing about blogging is, you tend to tell people out there, who u really are. And by doing so, people may get to see your darker side and good side. It’s risky but what the hell, half the world is doing it right now.

I’m not addicted to blogs or anyting, but I rather read others than blogging mine ’cause it’s saving time, and energy. Further, i get to comment my way of thinking rather than exposing my way of thinking for others’ to comment. (haha..i may get lots of response to my comments too!) 

but, it’s true. most of our friends tends to read our blog to find out what’s happening in our head when they r not talking to us. What’s our side of character that wasn’t exposed before them when they were around us. and most of all, what are we gonna blog about them? At the end of the day, we might find ourself addicted on commenting on our friends’ blog when we can save the conversations for later?

it’s a dilemma. but nevertheless, we want people to know about our humble life. i mean, c’mon! what’s the purpose of writing a diary, when you obviously know, sooner or later, people might surely read them after your funeral?

so guys, read on! (for those people who avoid no 5, of course!) let’s make others’ life worth living.