seriously?!

Maybe he was tired of all the bad drivers he encountered and all the excuses that he heard. Maybe my Sayang was a victim of situation; wrong place at the wrong time. But I am a firm believer that there is NO EXCUSE for rudeness, especially from someone who we all generally look up to as the people who upholds the law. And to imply that another person is being impolite when that person says nothing but "Sorry" every few seconds, is just plain wrong.

Clicky for what I mean, and what went on.

vent.

I am honestly tired of how some of my Malay friends say that they suck at speaking Malay and so they won't, or how it sucks that they speak too much Malay now, or similar things like that. And they thought that I would understand because I speak a lot of English in college, or because my blog is in English, or some other weird reason like that. But seriously, is it so bad to be talking in Malay? I'm all for improving your English, coz hey, it is the international language. And truth be told, that's why my blog is in English... because I need to brush up on it. My English is slightly rusty and I want it to shine like diamonds on platinum, dang it. But I am proud as heck to be able to speak Malay, to know the language, to understand it. And so I'm sorry if I don't share your sentiments. Well actually, I'm not sorry after all.

And here's a resolution: I don't want to care about people who doesn't care about how I feel, or how the people close to me feel. I shouldn't, so I won't anymore. So you wanna do your own thing without caring for what others might feel about it? Go ahead. I hope you're happy.

happy me!

Seriously, the ability to video chat with Azzura and Ikin is such a liberation.

Thank you, Internet.

21st October. Sorry guys :(

I know that I failed to let a lot of people know of my engagement with my Sayang - which was held yesterday evening - and for that I am truly sorry. It was very last minute, thus my failure to notify everyone. I'll update about the event later when I have enough sleep [I am sleepy as feck right now], and when I have pictures from... uhm, the people who took pictures. They're not really my photographers, just guests who was kind enough to make me feel like I'm some sort of a celebrity. haha.

And wish me luck... I have an interview for my internship tomorrow. :)

Raya yeay!

It's the last day of puasa, and I think I'm getting sick. So is my dad. He blames it on all the kari and masak lemak dishes, and that ritualistic kuih pelita and creme caramel we had for berbuka for the past, well, one month. I blame it on my dad who insisted on buying all those kari and masak lemak dishes and that ritualistic kuih pelita and creme caramel. haha.


Raya plans are still a little hazy, as per usual. We'd make plans about going back to visit relatives in Ipoh, and then we'd cancel, and then suddenly early on the first day I'd usually be woken up by my dad or sister screaming, "oi bangun la! nak balik kampung ni!" So now I resort to not really paying attention whenever my dad make or not make any plans, and just go with the flow.
On another note, still no news about all the internship application I sent out. sigh.

Well then. Here comes the usual raya greetings:
Salam Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir Batin to all who feel offended by my words, and/or actions, also for the lack of words and/or actions. I hope this Eid will be a great time for all of you, as I hope it'll be for mine. Much love!

days and weeks to go.

This sucks. Just when I want to share some news with my girls, none of them are online!

Ramadhan has been treating me well this year. Maybe it's because I've been treating it well too haha. There's a few temptations here and there, but none that I can't handle. chewah.

Talking about Ramadhan, I had the freaks' annual buka puasa gathering last Friday. There were only me, Kusa, Ili, Along, Adik, Noran and her new beau, Hozair. We ate at Nando's in Midvalley, and it was a mistake. The service was crap, the food was late, and it took 45 minutes at least for Ili's bottled water to arrive! No one was a happy camper.

And to think that we had a similar fate during last year's berbuka too.

I've been thinking a lot about my late Mama lately. Things reminds me of her so much lately, I can't be sure why. But as much as I miss her, a conversation I had with my sister makes me sad. I was watching the telly with Kak Hani, and we were kidding around like we always do, and at one point somehow I joked with her about removing a mole on her face, to which she replied: "No way... this is my lucky mole. Mama had one too on her cheek."

Then it hit me. I don't remember which cheek.

Honestly, if it wasn't for my sister being there, I would have cried. I had to check my mom's photograph in my wallet closely to find out where [it was on her left]. These things happen, I guess... and I know that no matter what, Mama will always be a part of me. But at that moment, I wanted nothing else but to lock myself in my room and wail like a baby.

Sigh. Moving on.

In about a week, the first Malaysian Angkasawan Negara will blast off to space. There were news about how NASA in its website referred to Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar as a Space Flight Participant [or something along that line], instead of an astronaut. I can't be bothered with all the title thing, to be honest. Looking at the bigger picture, I'm just proud that one of us is going to space. yeay~

oooh. Azzura and Ikin are online! Ili too. Yeay!