moving out

A new Home.

A new Life.

topik Gerek Seh!

so last nite we talked abt hari raya. padahal belom lagi puasa seh. hahaha. it's just that me and him got carried away with all those sweet memories of raya. buka puasa lah, geylang bazaar lah, baju raya, lagu raya, ketupat, lepat, lontong, air kathira, semua lah. didn't know he can anyam ketupat. omg! malu nyer. i myself tak pass menganyam. ibu!!! tolong!!! malu malu. haish. he told me he jaga all the ketupat, lontong n lepat bila direbus. his father expert buat lepat u noe. woah, all home-made. best! omg. cakap pasal raya ni, rasa tak sabar nak puasa. the suasana, the mood, the feeling is so so different than bulan2 yg lain. the exciting part is when all the muslims, baik makcik2 kepo and mat2 motor(ni yg best), turun ramai2 gi geylang bazaar and buy lots n lots of stuff, from baju raya to kuih raya to kasut raya to bunga raya to hantu raya. hahahahaha. padahal hantu2 semua kene lokap ah time bulan puasa. gendeng. tak perlu seh itu komen. anyways. im so looking forward to ramadhan. boleh buka puasa ngan my old frends. 4C gathering babe. yahoooooooo! and of course, boleh cuci mata at the bazaar. hehe. pls eh, bukan aku sorang jer tau, i noe all the girls will like this part lah ok. but he told me, cuci mata tengok mat2 kaper. pergilah terawih, kan bagus. hehe. oops! sesungguhnya umat islam digalakkan utk melebihkan ibadah dlm bulan ramadhan, bulan yg suci. so folks, jgn lupa terawih yer =)

Sendiri.

Tiba-tiba aku rasa sepi.

Sepi tanpa berita,

tanpa bicara,

tanpa gurau senda,

tanpa gelak tawa.

Diri mula rasa dipinggirkan.

Diri mula rasa keseorangan.

Sendiri.

Sunyi.

Padan Muka Aku

went out with bestie, eja, on sat. had brunch at banquet. ate chicken chop. talk talk. and off we went to the movies to watch nite at the museum 2! damn hilarious! kept laughing till my jaws hurt. hahaha. and the fact that i haven't been to the movies for quite a while, it's worth my every cent. 2 thumbs up! after that, both of us decided to walk around arab street. u noe like, it's sat nite/no sch or work tmr/'cuci mata' kinda thing. lol. felt hungry and grab a bite at zam zam. i felt like eating chicken murtabak so i bought one. damn huge lah can! so i only ate half of it and the other half 'tapau' back home. eja and i walked down the street to find the place where she used to sheesha with her frends. i thought, hmm, maybe i wanna try sheesha-ing. well, there's always a first time to everything. found the place and so i said okey, let's sheesha! but yeah, i've to admit. i was kinda nervous about this. i was like, i'm gonna smoke sheesha? for real? fcuk! wth am i doing? i remembered back in egypt, i was so annoyed by the smoke produced by some egyptians who sheesha-ed next to my table in a posh restaurant. coz of that, i had to move to another table just to get away from that distinct smell. and now here i am sitting down, waiting for that sheesha thing to be served. btw, we ordered rose flavour as recommended by eja. she said it's light. and so when i wanted to have my first smoke, i kept hesitating. but nontheless, i tried. and i coughed. gawd. eventually, i got the hang of it lah. but after sheesh-ing, my throat started to feel uneasy. and damn it, within 2 days, i got a sore throat. kept coughing and all that phlegms. yeah, disgusting huh. lost my voice and rite now, i'm recovering. if i were to take part in any singing competition now, the judges would say my voice suits all those hardcore rock songs. uhuh. padan muka aku.

H for Hope. H for Hurt. H for Hate.

there's nothing wrong with hoping.

but

don't hope too much.

don't set your hopes too high.

for it will be painful,

so so painful

if these hopes come crushing on the ground.

this serves as a reminder

or a lesson,

for those who have experienced the pain.

a lesson being taught

again and again.

sometimes,

you don't realize

how high you have lifted your hopes.

until one day,

when you started to feel that pain,

that unbearable feeling,

piercing your little heart.

only then

will you realize

the problem with hoping too much.

just too much.

painful, huh?

it hurts.

don't you hate that?