You're 23, Admit It

You're 23 when your birthday cards wish you the best of luck in finding or marrying the man of your dreams.

You're 23 when you start talking about anti-wrinkle creams. Ok, more about olay total effects. But no, you'd rather wait until you actually turn 25 to get it.

You're 23 when midnight movies aren't you're cuppa. It drains the life out of you, because now you've adopted a helluva holy habit of waking up and not sleeping back after 7am every single day of the week, weekends included.

You're 23 when your birthday gift from your parents comes in the form of designer bags and not barbies or walkmans or a play-doh hair styling unit.

You're definitely 23 when half of the varsity's population consists of no-one you know, eating in the junior district cafeteria scares the shit out of you.

I'm 23 today, yes im thankful for all He has blessed me with.

I am currently obsessed with the fact that I dont have enough time on my hand. I hate how everything that I look forward to must come to an end, sudden endings suck the most.

So, with that said. Is it fair if I still want to celebrate my birthday again, next weekend?

Look How She's Grown

It has been 2 straight weekends in a row that my plans have all went down the drain. They just gave way to other more important course of nature. Gc's grandfather passed away this afternoon whilst I was happily rowing my boat in my sleep. I've only met him once. Inalillah..

Al-fatihah

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On another note, this picture was discovered in such a hilarious way. Friends A and Friend B grew up in different places but ended up in the same university, here with me. After 5 years of befriending one another they found out that they had spent pre-kindergarten years together in the same district, same street which eventually lead to the same play school, Taska Yumie.

So being the collector she is, Friend A brought back a piece of the past from somewhere in her treasure chest for all of us to see. And so first..carik tqa, jumpe? skrang..carik yatt.. hahahaha..I was in fits of laughter and it is so overwhelming to see that Allah has destined these two girls to be standing besides one another during play school, and to meet again when they have matured to a whopping 23!!

This editted version is my doing last night. I couldn't get over the fact that gc said I was the one with the red ribbon so decided to choose a kid who resembled me when I was in pre-school. I never had short hair before I became an independent bitch. Haha. Please take note that shada was the only one brave enough to wear earrings to play school (those sticker types) Haha. Only tqa and yatt were the true attendees of Taska Yumie, the rest is my doing.

Love each and everyone of you guys to pieces.

Will be missing gc.

Living in a song

Someone came up to me and said,

“You’re feelings are like the el-Niño, it comes and goes and comes again, unannounced”

Which was so friggin cool because I never saw it that way. I’ve been on a daydream high lately partially due to the fact that I spent so much time doing everything but daydream and when I get the time to myself, I was stuck in a maze I made for myself to be lost in. Haha, dizzy?

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The only reason I listen to Travis is one.

But I’ve made other discoveries lately. My roommate has long been infatuated with the following songs and gc has long since sent me the Anna-Molly track, but being the late bloomer that I might be, I decided to take a step back and enjoy them thoroughly before I commit myself to practically live in them. That’s what I do. Listen to a song, remember the melody and when I’m curious enough, I go through the lyrics and that’s when bamm! Incubus will always have me hooked. Taken from their latest album Light Grenades, I’ve chosen three songs that haunt me everyday, doing anything and everything.

#1. Love hurts

Tethered and abused
Stand naked and accused
Should I surface, this one man submarine
I only want the truth
So tonight we drink to youth
I never lose what I had as a boy

This song is pretty as it is, meant for those who feel that they can not live without love no matter what happens. Love is mystical. Half-way through you might want to give up because it feels unrequited, humiliating, degrading us of our dignity and perhaps more. This is just what I feel when I’m listening to this song. So bloody pretty. Try me, ‘cause without love I won’t survive.

#2. Dig

So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone

Dig goes root deep to talk about moral values and how friends help one another no matter what. The love between friends goes beyond ego perks or even hidden skeletons. I dedicate this song to my good friends, you know who you are.. things have been tough between us but I know all it does is makes us stronger people. Love u to bits.

#3. Paper shoes

I'm tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be on my own
You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers
But pain will roll off like water on feathers

I used to feel like this once in a relationship. Paper shoes in bad weather, all it did was beat the point of wearing them. In the end you know it was going to spoil so quick but had to put them on for the sake of it. I only apologized to you to make you feel better. I like to imagine what it must have been like to be in Boyd’s mind and come up with this. Would he have been perfect, since he knows how to depict every feeling so wonderfully picturesque in songs?

Let’s daydream some more. Perhaps I will bump into you.

Welcoming the Boar '07

Had a great weekend in KL. Really missed hanging out with my brothers. A total energy sucker they are. Eventhough my part was to decide where breakfast, lunch and dinner would be. Directions included. Haha. Not really up to much writing, the pictures should be ample to tell the story.

Friday evening, dinner with the siblings at D'rias (if I'm not mistaken) we just call it Kedai Acai since (my brother's friend) acai's dad owns our favourite western hangout. Selalu dpt diskaun.Sekian.

Saturday morning at the other end of Ampang.. had an early lunch with Naddy and El (naya was supposed to join us, but couldn't make it due to her eye infection, takpe naya..next time k?) at dome Klcc. El arrived a bit later so I had miss naddy all to myself. I was rather quiet. Haha tak biase la..sorry ye.

This is el. Very much like the personality portrayed in her blog.

No pictures allowed ye in KLCC other than the concourse area. Oh ye ke pakgad. Oh well.

Later that day my brother and I headed to Shah Alam to Cik Yati's house. Mama passed her some things since cik yati stopped by geneva for a meeting some time in late january. Cik Yati knew my parents since the day we were babies in Brussels. A long long walk down memory lane that was. Pleasant. Hope mama gets to visit her when she stops by Malaysia some time in the near future.

Early Sunday afternoon, the 3 musketeers headed out to Jln TAR. Ashwan had some things to settle there. And I went fabric hunting.

Saje2 je. Most of the shops were closed during the CNY celebration. Too bad.

But not sogo, tonnes of people, we were done by 3pm, good for us. Headed home and then all 3 of us ended up sleeping in front of the tv..hujan la~ haha..alasan.

Later that evening, my last dinner with the boys before I head back to Perak the next morning. Sara and her bf joined us too. Dinner at Kg. Baru. Jam packed like shit. Hoho. Sorry for the bad choice, but I missed the food there. Selfish tol.

Not yet done with the boys..had our little celebration at coffee bean somewhere near ampang point. Some one turned a year older~ Happy happy happy always. haha..senget2.

Aite big bro..Take good care of jijah, the other brother, the house, the injured toe-nail..the bills..thank you thank you.

And you!! Get your homework done, will see you again in march ok? Muah muah. Comot.