Standby lagi

Perkara paling membosankan hidup ialah standby di offshore. Kontradiksi (wujud ke perakataan ini?) di sini ialah saya seorang engineer yang seharusnya proaktif dan progressif dan pro macam2 lagi. Tetapi saya cuma mampu untuk menunggu ketibaan boat dan menyiarap di atas katil kerana malas untuk berpakaian lengkap dan duduk di bilik mesyuarat untuk menyiapkan repot operasi saya.

Malas juga satu penyakit. Mari makan gaji buta yang tidak dapat dielakkan. Nyam.

Apabila kita berkerja di tgh2 laut. Perkara y paling kita nantikan ialah saat tibanya waktu untuk kita pulang ke darat. tak kesah la dapat cuti atau tidak, yang penting aku balik.

Ye aku rindu jugak la pada dia. Tetapi mungkin sebab dia pon sibuk semacam aku kadang2 rasa dia tak sempat nak rindu sangat kat aku. Tak macam dulu. Hari2 kene call borak at least 20 minit. Aku lupa nombor fon rumah sebenarnya. Macam la ade orang sangat kat rumah untuk ditelefon pon.

Et tu dit adieu.

So tell me if there should be anyone else promised to bid you goodbye on your deathbed?

She was your youth.

Mase silam adelah sebuah kisah klasik yg akan kite simpan sampai kapan pun.

Day Six

Today is my cousin's birthday. Happy birthday to you, I hope I did not get the date wrong.   

There is something about playback of old songs. They seem to take you to the exact space and time in your life when the song was what made you go on a high. Agreed. 

Jadi pengajarannya di sini, jangan dengar album artis kegemaran yang baru di dowload dari 4shared.com sambil membuat perkara2 yang tidak digemari. Seperti. Melihat gambar yang tidak mengembirakan.  

What happens is this. You play the song when you are miles away from civilization in the middle of the sea and you are on standby because you are waiting for the crane. And then you click open photos folder and click play on your media player. And then you start browsing  through the photos and all you see is the flaws that you have.  

Job went well, when did I take the time to celebrate that? 

Windows are inviting.

So what happens to and unread email? You send it back. And resend. And send. Until the recipient gets it. And eventually reads it. There are some things that we never really get around to discussing. Primarily because I am not up to talking and weeping my heart out while he tries to make sense of the whole commotion.

Yesterday I went to a photography exhibition. Our motives was not in sync with the expo. They wanted to convey a message, but we wanted to evaluate or study the technique on display. Which came to a point where we were trying to get good composition of our shots (giggling and being so girlish) while trying not to offend the whole purpose of the expo. Paham ke ni.

The tone yesterday was like the weather. Serious, dark, cloudy and eventually rainy. I hinder myself from these flavored days. They make my week go bad and stale.

There's a music and art event later happening at BB. I would go before it gets dark so that I will not be mingling with too many drunk people who have strong perception about hijab bearing babes at arts and music events. Ah. Perasan je.

Jom la pergi mintak MC kat klinik pagi ini.

Susun Kemas-kemas

Getting ready to go:

Lipat PPE, basuh tudung kerja, mandi.
Gosok tudung cantik, pkai lotion, bedak dan body spray.
Aku suke wangi-wangi.
Sejak sekolah lagi, kan ujie kan?

Dia lambat.

Eyeliner sikit, dan blusher buat main-main.
Bukan dia akan perasan pon.
So why bother.

Ida datang mengadu dekat aku.
Kami berbincang. Biasa lah, kalau soal hati. Mana pernah ada jawapan yang jelas dan nyata.
Susah kan membesar ni.
Yang penting kau tetap sayangkan dia, Ida.

Kereta da sampai.
Naik, seatbelt? Tgk la kejap lagi.

Kenapa sekarang dah tak cakap aku nampak cantik atau comel?

Fun oh oh grofi

Hari ini sy terjumpa sesuatu yang menganggu fikiran sy.
Sy sebenarnya tidak pasti bagaimanakah cara sebenar utk sy bereaksi.
Harus kah ada reaksi?
Nanti mesti dia kata sy fikir y bukan2.
Tapi sy betul2 rasa nak demam ni.

Sy tahu dia tidak kenal akan perempuan y comel, berbibir mungil dan bertubuh cantik itu. Sy pasti.

Tapi sy tetap rasa sedikit tidak sedap hati. Sekarang boleh la lagi. Mungkin. Boleh lagi sy tahan. Kerana kami tiada apa2.
Apa2 y solid. Cuma kata2 indah saja y dikongsi setiap hari.

Kata2 indah dan cita2 y dibina bersama. Tapi benda seperti itu mudah diperolehi. Dengan sesiapa saja kita boleh berkongsi, bukan?

Cita2 sy berubah mengikut perisa y dihidang. Adakala ia pedas, berapi dan sungguh sedap. Ada juga kala dimana sy rasa matang, classy dan chic. Tapi itu semua dulu.

Kenapa bila sy kerek baru berjaya mendapat perhatian.

Sekarang ni sy cuma boleh rasa satu perkara iaitu badan sy rasa betul2 nak demam.

Social Studies.

There is something I'd like to share with you.
I want to treat this journey I am going through as an adventure.

Perhaps it will have a climax and an eventual ending.

But for now, I shall be safe to say that we are just starting off.
Beginning with the build-up of the main body.

Composition was a favourite part of English Literature during
6th grade. It confused me yet I was still able to pull off a good story.

There is a person that I have been following for a while now.
He's actually pretty good.
It occured to me time and time again to reveal myself
since I always felt that I could relate or am damned keen to know more about why he wrote the things that he did.
Plus he totally reeks originality or at least in some aspects.
I'd imagine him to be from a factory that produces the same looking people, with the same funky taste and the same fortune.

Don't you think its intruiging to dwell on the thought of 'wonder how the person would react if..they knew you have been reading them?'

I think my love of observing people and understanding why they made that choice or how they grew up to be the way they are has really gotten into a strong itch.

I need to know why. Why. Why. Why.

Like I said, communication is a nightmare.

Especially when the emails you send goes unread.

Thats when you discover that you don't communicate in the same radio frequency.

Then the rest is pretty much already in ashes.

Wallet baru cantik seksi.

The worst thing a dude could do to a hoping starry eyed girlfriend is to not bring back anything girly for her. I mean seriously. My mama also says this, (on other occasions not on this one) whenever you go out to the mall even, you should always bring back something for those waiting for you at home. Donuts ke..so in this case, apis tade beli ape2???

Hahahahaha. Imagine the ruckus I made in the cute white brand new swift that picked me up the day I arrived. Yeah, its a lot smaller than the usual stage I had (compared to the ranger and putra) but nevertheless, you should be flexible and still act out even in the cutest cars on the planet.

Things that could save you : a lipgloss, a hand lotion or body cream, perfume, a pair of socks, a simple bedtime tee. Ok. I get it. Its hard. Cause I have a ton of each of the items I just named. But stillllll. Hahaha. Tanak pon buat kecoh, tapi best kene kan apis. Bagi die ingt sampai bile2. Bukan selalu dia ke luar negara.

He got himself this paulsmith wallet with a nude babe in the middle. Ye die budak nakal. Something like the one below, but a lot more subtle. Cause the babe is hiding in the middle. behind the two flaps. Haha.

Sebab apis ade wallet baru cantik seksi dan mahal la saya tak keberatan langsung mengepau dia cardigan. Dengan syarat. Apis kene pilihkan. Best kan?

Time kaseh apis.

Bell boy.

Open house Jusoh n Sarah, Oct 2009.

Even though it came as a suprise."Suprise!!" That I was sent back home. Mainly due to the fact that the dude I was replacing did not need to be replaced. End of story. But a few things I did not get was why the manager had to rush me out of there. And still he expected me to deliver the project report till the hour I step foot on airport grounds.

So the day I found out I had to leave the next day, I stayed in the office till the wee hours of 2 am. I did my part, and bid adieu and bonne chance to the fellows. Truly guys, good luck. The project was a mess. There is no place like home, be it home home or my workplace in Kemaman where the management do care and does give a hoot about your equipment and the crew.

F came to pick me up complete with his cream colored baju melayu. Oh sangat bell boy hotel istana. Cute. But of course I kept it to myself.

I bought a pair of straight cut jeans when I was in Singapore. I think straight cut does me no justice. We now have a new joint to crash for bouldering. Nino has a new baby sister, Khairya Noor. Whom we have decided to call her Nano. But doubt that her mum will approve.

The way we celebrate

Sorry to drop it to you. But he forgot. Or got confused. With other dates. Ok, I'll let that one slip. Initially I wanted to share stuff here on the things we've done together but opted not to. Aku tade mood.

Gambar yang cuci tu cantik ke tak? Malam ni boleh online ke tidak? Malam takkan la dari kol 8 hingga 12 bekepit dgn org y nak kawen? Ke malam mmg scope die panjang mcm tu? Lagi satu, hapesal at 930pm pon opis aku ni ramai lagi boss?

Communication can be a friggin nightmare sometimes.

Menstruation is a whole other ball game.

Mari belajar membuat dark room.