It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To

The title is from a song, which I can't remember who sung it because it was from yesteryears. Thanks to all of those who smsed and shouted out their birthday wishes, I truly am happy =)

Yesterday gc was late at calling me. I spent friday afternoon in the pool doing laps so as expected I will be drowsy very early on friday evening. Nevertheless, we had dinner in the 'junior district' USM old cafe, which is rather far if you went by foot, after doing laps in the pool that is. So gc was late at calling me. That is soo the point! Haha.

The plan was, 'Let's celebrate in Ipoh tomorrow'

'Ipoh? Yeay, around what time?'
'We'll go in the afternoon'

I had a million of things I needed (and still do!) to complete for monday. So on Saturday the 24th, around 1 pm I checked in on gc and asked him exactly what time we will be leaving. There was a sudden change of plan, we'd be leaving for Ipoh late late afternoon, say around 6pm.

'Pukul 6? Sy x nak blk lambat sgt eh..'
'Ala..jom la tgk muvi skali'
'Malas la..keje byk nih'
'Tp sy da book da muvi tikets. Isk. Tgk. Kan da tak suprise dah'

'Haisk. Ye la ye la..muvi muvi.'

Sheesh, its my birthday, why can't I have the upper hand? But then I don't want to be rude and not appreciate what gc has planned for me. Which is nice and refreshing since it'd always be me thats telling him how things go har har har. I was in a rather bad mood since I was attempting to do my engineering economics assignment. I just don't get that subject. Statics and fluid mech is much less confusing.

So we shifted from afternoon, to 6pm, which finally became a 7pm pick me up time. I picked him up and saw that he was wearing a propper (dressed up) shirt! Shit. I had on a long sleeved tee and jeans.

'Tak ckp mlm ni formal..ni da smat2 nihh'
'Nape plak, awk comel je' ngaha..thanks luv.really.sy.comot.
'Nak patah blk la, tuka baju'

I was just joking but he really took a u-turn at the roundabout. Before I left, jenga had just got back from a one day workshop and said she was going out with a friend. Which is why I was in no suprise to see her waiting outside our room. She hopped in saying she wanted to get a ride to pocket C, where her friend will be picking her up. (masetu da risau2 da..minah ni nak ikot ke ape nih..tp die mmg selambe so aku pon mls nak pursue her) a few seconds later, sara and yatt hopped into the car all smiling and each brought a sweater (gaye mcm nak tgk muvi) . Double Damn. I've been had!!

Gc couldn't stop grinning. Stop grinning. Its my birthday, not yours! Haha. Segan nye. Beriye ckp tanak tgk muvi bagai. Love u mister!! Thank you for making me happy. Sorry for being such a tough cookie =)

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.