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.