Fit in my KASUT!

Pada waktu lapang (read - time2 bosan), saya gemar melayari internet. mengupdate blog, yang kelihatan syok sendiri sambil memeriksa emel. Tapi, recently, ada la gak melawat ke satu blog, kepunyaan seorang wartawan melayu. susun aturnya kemas, dan ada banyak gambar. Bukan la blog pasal gosip-gosip artis, tapi lebih kepada yang bercorak reflective dan mengenai isu2 semasa di malaysia. tapi, yang lebih best nya, ada seorang brazillian ni telah mengambil effort untuk mentranslate entry-entry wartawan itu ke dalam bahasa inggeris. out of interest, i think. He doesn’s speak malay, yet he’s trying to decipher the entries, as precisely as possible. Tapi, kadang2 kelakar la juga, sebab translation itu, lari jauh dari apa yang dimaksudkan.

That’s not what i’m focusing right now, what i’m trying to say is, Hey, tak cool dan hebat ke, sebab ada foreigner yang start from zero untuk mengkaji bahasa Malaysia, better yet, he’s doing it alone, i.e. strictly based on internet refferences, no formal classes what so ever. wonderfully, he even admits that the blog has sparked interest in him, to someday come and visit Malaysia. Pelik kan, orang luar cakap bahasa kita indah, tapi kita sendiri take it for granted. Take a look on my blogs, bercampur aduk. Rosak-rosak….

Tapi worries not (macam tak kena je utk guna this phrase), we aren’t alone. Similarly, many english speaking people are starting to take their mother tongue for granted as well. Broken grammars, and faulty adjectives are starting to make their special cameos in the holywood movie. That day, i saw Oprah explaining the difference between "effect" and "affect", as well as "lie down" and "lay down". Things that many of us would haf known for ages. I’d say, languages has deteriorated soo much, all around the globe.

Aritu, someone said…
"Aperla pakcik tu. Arini baru nak pakai baju bendera Malaysia. Dah lepas laa. Merdeka celebration."

Man, that strucked me like hell. I couldn’t respond much, just shuckled and give that guy a big fugly grin. Dalam hati i sed,

"Rupanya, rakyat malaysia cuma jadi patriotik pada bulan ogos je.."

Shame shame.. Sebab, saya pun macamtu.

P/s- totally love A. Samad Said’s puisi kemerdekaan. Monumentally beautiful!

Pada hari Ahad yang lalu, bertarikh 2 September, Saya telah pun keluar berjalan-jalan bersama rakan-rakan. Berjalan-jalan, sambil bergelak ketawa. (wait, i’m turning the dork mode off)

processing…
STILL processing……
Cranky mode, ACTIVATED.

Haha, that very sunday. I went out. Dengan hajat di hati, untuk gather. quite a few friends were invited, Me (duhh), Mizan, Dzeti, Sara, and Mysara.Before going there, i was hoping to atleast, do some final catch up with them. Exchanging stories, and reliving the good ol’ days. but to my dismay, HAMMMMPAAAAASSSSS!!!! Muahaha.Yer la, rancangnyer pukul 12TGh. Mizan showed up around 11.30 kat MidVal, and i arrived a little later than scheduled (12.05, darn ktm with its sh*tty off schedule).

Tapi yang tambah membengangkan, Dzeti ingat kumpul pukul 3, and sara cakap pukul 5 baru dia boleh sampai. Melaka jam (dia balik kg the day before). Takper la, mujur mizan was there. We did some non-retail therapy, seriously, went window shopping for 3-4 hours. Kaki rasa nak tercabut jer. Tried out clothes, and went camera-paranoid.memula nak tgk movies, tapi the line was like, a human train, literally. Last-last, makan hotdog jer.lepas tu, makan kat food court, and lepas tu lagi makan kat Marrybrown. (cash flow, mengalir keluar dgn deras, KACHING!)

Bila dzeti sampai, things start to get stupid, really really stupid. Laffter begins to kick in, and i dgn mizan tak henti2 tease her. sampailah, Hisham arrive, baru stop. Then sara pulak dtg, and this time, i was victimized (i know, quite a faulty adjective). Sara, Mizan, and Mysara tagged up, mengejek my chinese ancestry, and my mata yg kecik. Takper-takper, tengok la. nanti memalam, kamu-kamu akan diganggu oleh chinese corpses yg lompat2 tu. he he. Tapi, i wasn’t mad. When they called me by names (or more accurately, acted up). Sebab we’re close buds.Things like that, ease up my nerve instead of wrecking them. Tapi, sometimes, when other people do that to me, lebih2 lagi org yg tak rapat, i’d boil up and snap. So awassss.Unless u’re in my comfy zone, don’t even try to do that.

p/s- sorry mizan, for all the bruises on ur, well, asset! hehe, nanti i kasi anti-bruise cream.

Earlier yesterday, mahuzah sms-ed me. She said something about her pregnant cat, yang tgh menunggu masa nak deliver baby. Air ketuban (not sure whether or not the term applies for cats as well) dia pecah, and she was bleeding like hell; the cat i mean. Rugi betul i couldn’t witness that. Sebab selalunya, bila seekor kucing beranak the first thing that pop on my mind is "isykh, mesti bau dia busuk gila". Tapi today, something <slightly> different happened, on my mind there was "mesti spectacular kan, saat kelahiran tu" entah laa. Maybe i’m slowly eqquipping myself with the attitude of a doc.Tapi, agak2nyer camaner la kalo seorang perempuan plak beranak kan… Curious gak. But my mama wouldn’t approve me being a gynae.haha.

         Long long long time ago, NOT in a galaxy far-far away, i used to dream about being famous (well, infamous also can…). To pop up on the Tv screen, do some crazy stuff and let the whole Malaysia know me. But that was then, and i dont even think that that will actually come true. I’m not uber-cool, ultra stylish, or extremely talented. Who would wanna see a simple dude, that can offers nothing but a plain boring-ness. Duh.. Whatever. Tapi, somehow, half of my wish has been fulfilled. Well, it goes like this. I actually make frens with a couple of friends that appears on TV. Not that big a celebrity or what, but still, i used to thought that it was a big deal.

         But now, after knowing them. I do wish that they haf nothing to do, nothing at all with that industry. Not that i hate what they’re doing, but i hate the nature of what they’re doing. Yer la, whenever i kluar with that person, i’m putting a whole new level of barrier, terpaksa mengcover my tingkahlaku, apart from melihat mereka-mereka putting up some frontals and be someone they’re not. Takboleh bergelak ketawa, macam what i do when i go out with dzeti & mizan, tak boleh mengutuk2 baju2 yang tak berawpa nak lawa masa kat kedai2 tepi jalan, and terpaksa speak using ONLY & STRICTLY words that the society considered as bersopan. Fame is an ugly thing. For those who crave for it, well, i’d advice you to stop.

p/s- Somemore, i think, it may be hard for a public figure to find a typical friend out of the entertainment industry, that really really really want to know them for who they really are, because many of us wannna know them simply because they’re figures that appear on tv. pity…pity…. Tapi i dah tak mcm tu dah. he he. Matang sket dah kot.

Now, i’m in Malacca. Was supposedly enjoying a family trip. jalan-jalan, sambil ikut my dad. Dia baru je kena transfer kat melaka. My comment was, melaka is deliciously pleasant! I mean that, pretty literally sebenarnya. Yer la, semalam melantak seafood kat Umbai, and the night before makan roti nan kat kedai Pak Putra Tandoori. Sedap seyh…

Skarang ni, dekat opis abah sebenarnya. Membetul gunakan segala kemudahan yang ada, termasuklah internet. Dalam perjalanan tadi, we passed tru this "jongka’ walk (or so it was called). Interesting, banyak chinese architecture and kedai(s). Tapi what caought my eyes were the terompahs sold at some stores, most probably owned by the babas and nyonyas, or at least the descendant of theirs. Mama tanya my adik tadi, "baby kenal terompah?". It was not the question that startled me, tapi the issue. I masa kecik2 dulu, selalu jer jumpa terompah. Pernah gatal2 pakai, and bawak main police sentry. Sampai tertanggal die punya strap. he he.:P

Tapi, nampak gayanya, terompah dah hampir pupus. Nak nampak dikaki-kaki rakyat mesia, memang dah payah. Maybe in the future, nk jumpa terompah cuma kat dinding2 jer, digantung sebagai hiasan. Takpun, kene bayar rm5, masuk muzium dan tontonlah sepuas-puasnya. Dah tak der dah la kot, bunyi klok-klak daripada terompah yg tersemat di kaki… Oooh! terompah Opah…

Ketika tgh demam2, bosan2, dan baring2 sambil menghintung bilangan anak cicak di siling, i tot to myself, hey, what’s the 10 most important thing in my daily life. And when i said thing, i really mean it, only inanimate objects count, he he he.

1. My Cellphone

2. My undies.
3. My toothbrush.
4. My Cincin.

5. My jeans.
6. My hair spray + hair wax.

7. My Air sejuk.
8. My wallet.
9. My driving lisence.
10. My slices of lemon (utk ditambah ke dalam apa2 yg dimakan/diminum, and no, i’m not preggy.Lol)

Baru je selesai menonton Avatar di kaca TV. This particular episode show the journey of a blind girl who tries to live independently, in fact, too independently. She wants to do things on her own, build up tent on her own, find food on her own, and eventually, she spurned the helps offered by others. She exclaimed that she doesn’t want to be treated differently, simply because of her impaired vision. Tapi, tiba-tiba datanglah seorang pakcik tua yang bagitahu, getting helps doesn’t mean that you’re weak and tidak berkemampuan.

However, me on the other hand is too dependent dekat orang lain. Nak paksa diri buat kerja sendiri, punyalah malas tahap gaban. Tak tahu la kronik ker tak. Tapi, bila kat rumah jer, my routine dialogues mesti start dengan …”mama, tolong itu…” or “akak, tolong ini,”… or “baby, teman abang jap…”. Sampai diorang pun naik fed up agaknyer.

Tapi yg magik-nyer, kat hostel tak pernah pulak macamtu. My room mesti I tidy up sendiri, my dishes, my clothes, mesti siap berkemas tanpa disuruh. Dah terbiasa gamaknya. Tapi, yg tak best nya, kat hostel I still rasa tak mampu berdiri atas kaki sendiri. Nak buat apa2, mesti nak suruh orang teman. Kalau kat Terendak dulu, si Azaruddin yg jadi mangsa, then bila dah transfer Taiping, Si Mizan plak jadi pengganti. Lepastu, walaupun my age has passed the legal 8teen, I still need Shahid to usher, to escort, or to jadi my body guard around KMB. Kenapa ek?? Self esteem problem kot. Tapi once in a while, saya gagahkan la juga diri. Buat benda sensorang, sebab diorang semua agaknya dah naik bosan dgn kerenah diri. He he he, sorry guys…

Hurm, agaknya, macam mana laa nak jadi independent kan. Bilalah nak mature. Tahun depan, umur dah nak masuk 21 tapi still….macam budak tadika… ^_^

Tanggal 12 Ogos yg lalu, something happened. I was happy, and i can still grin about it until today. It was unexpected, but at the same time funny. And i dont wanna be greedy to ask more than what i’ve got. Still, i cant tell you what it is.

I know, this is lame and pathetic. But still, i wanna talk about this. About how easily people forget how they first bump into each other, and eventually becomes friend. This was actually trigered by one of my friends, bila dia tanya, "how did we meet huh?". And my plain-malas answer was "i coudn’t recall. X brapa ingat la". Probably, many of us would forget the details, but it seems like that’s not the case for me. Personally, i still have the recollection of how i first start many of my friendships (and perhaps, foeships as well). Like they happened yesterday.fairly geeky huh?

I know, that for many, the beginning of a relationship is of lesser importance compared to how the relationship flourish. True, agaknyer. Tapi for me, everything must has its fundamental, and so does the relationships that i have. And  the bases of which i erected the relationship, determines whether it will sink, or it will soar. I’m speaking from experience, honestly. Sebab i used to approach a person sebab i wanna hog the limelight, and things didn;t work out well. Too many pretenses and kepura-puraan. whereas, when i build a friendship coincidentally, the persons finally became my besties.

i know, that all of my friendships are unique. Ada begins sebab pergaduhan (i used to campak beg at one of my buds), ada bermula sebab Prasangka (i used to tot this person was a stuck up rich brat),ada  sebab i nampak someone yg menarik untuk dijadikan kawan (i saw a girl giving kewl speech in PLKN), ada sebab I and him attended the same minggu bahasa and we were like "hey, aren’t u the one from before", ada yg mula sebab ejekan2 bodoh, ada sebab kita akan pergi to the same Uni and ada yg mula sebab i lebih gemar baca paper dari tengok berita.

I also know from experience, that sometimes, kalau i approach this person to be his good friend we would eventually become each other’s notorious nemesis and when i start a relationship dgn bergaduh, we would miraculously became best buds later. But not always laa.

I also know, that no matter what, I enjoy Cherishing my Friends!