delirium

summer on a rainy sunday

it was a wet sunday evening. it didnt rain all the time though. one minute its pouring and windy like your umbrella's going to help you lift off the ground, and one minute there's no single drop of rain on the front screen of your car that the wiper makes the annoying screeching sound as it sweeps the dry glass. another minute, its raining cats and dogs again as if trying not to give in to those who are hoping to jog in the park. if i have the right companion, i would have driven to the beach. no. i would have asked my companion to drive, and i would enjoy watching the rain drops hit the window screen of the car. or i would sing to the songs on the radio. or i would watch my companion drives (not applicable if my companion is a girl). and hopefully, the rain stops when i arrive at the beach allowing me to run from an end to another. i dont ask much, just a period of time for me to reach the other end, thats sufficient enough to make my day :)

instead, i stayed in. watched (500) days of summer, despite the heavy rain outside. it is a bit complicated to my in-depth understanding. but its not the typical story about love, so the next scene is always unpredictable. and it does not have a happy ending. it is somehow like a reality check, like it is not happy ending all the time. but an end will always be followed by a new beginning. so there goes another chance to find happiness at the end of it. and hopefully the next new beginning will ends the same, and the one after that, and after that... ooh and i love the part where they played husband and wife in Ikea. just too sweet :)

so today started off good, had fun picking up vegetables in the market. went gaga over the sea of fruits. i almost bought every one of them if its not for agent 767 was with me, and was already salivating for a toast by the time i picked the oranges. so i pushed the other fruits into my shopping list for next week.

Mak just called.. :) can i call it a day, already?

six sundays

a saturday has passed. waiting for the remaining six sundays..

:) :) :)

why i miss Mak & Bapak

i have to write off this entry in Sarawakian language cause it is cute the way it is, and will not be as cute if translated into English. and so i apologise to those who don't get what this is all about.

one fine morning...

mekorg gi breakfast, Bapak nak parking moto, mekorg(Mak, Farhana & me) keluar dolok.

Bapak: order ngan kamek manok duak cucur ah.

Mak: ok.

Bapak: eh sik jadi jak. order ayam duak cucur jak.

Mak: ???

cute aren't they, my parents.. hihihi

bonded bone

i am a school athlete. a good one. and i hear you say to dad, 'it's good that she goes a different way from me. a diversion.' and you hand me that favourite bun of mine. i walk around the mall with tears streaming down my cheek while eating that bun. it doesnt matter who's looking, coz at that instant, my heart is full of love for a brother like you (and i think i smiled in my sleep).

i know you are always supportive of me and my dreams, Abang. when everyone else loses their faith in me, you stand by me and keep my backbone straight so i can stand up strong facing the world. from you, i could see a vision of 'real life', though it is blurry. you've been my rock all along, especially during my uni years. you've been my idol of a dream-catcher. you taught me to be independent despite of being a protective brother. i want you to know, that you are one of my growing-up heroes! and i love you to pieces :) :) :)

super cool feeling!

Apiz shared with me this video just 10 minutes ago. and i friggin like it! thank you beby!

enjoy~

truth hurts

 i'm sarcastic, and i'm judgmental. i'm not all-sweet afterall :)

so i was told not to expect. if you think about it, funny how many can easily said that to us in the means to cool us down when we're in the hard situation. but when comes the times they're the ones who're in the shoe, they DO expect us to do things they expect us to do. without shame, asking for it some more.. you're a bit selfish aren't you? :) cliche enough, but, havent you tired of hearing 'treat others like how you expect to be treated'? or maybe you just forget.. ooh, its ok then. we're humans afterall.. :)

ps: and so i was reminded with sheila's collection of words of wisdom: their happiness is not our responsibilities. i can apply it here, can't i sheila? hee

happiness...

...surely didnt stick too long. i've learned a BIG lesson. instead of waiting for it to come. i must seek for it, or at the very least chance of finding it, i shall run away from it. so next year will be different i suppose.

exhausted.

the musical

so Cuci The Musical officially starts today.

and i can't go. coz i just came back from KL 10 days ago, and i'm going to KL again in three weeks time. so the timing for the musical is a bit off for me (although it is a purrrrfect timing if i'm in KL, coz someone or anyone can chia me watch this musical on 24th October! :p). since i'm still proudly unemployed (haha!!), i dont want to be a spoil child who only knows how to ask for money from parents and spend them without feeling guilty of not working :p so in other words, i want more money but at the same time i dont want to start working yet so i dont have money so i act like i have no money lah. no money no talk, right? :p and so i cant see Awie and Afdlin Shauki singing at Istana Budaya this time around. the price to pay, eh?

nevermind. i have found another musical performance! the best part is, its free and it happened in real life - more precisely, a real supermarket! this really made my day me for the whole period of Cuci The Musical showing in Istana Budaya! *proud(as.in.garfield-proud)* 

you OUGHT to check this out:

i wonder what will happen if we do this kinda stuff in Malaysia. you know lah some of the Malaysian. what will you do if you suddenly hear someone singing in soprano pitch dancing around with three or four other people in synchronised steps in Carrefoure? or Ta Kiong maybe? or Giant? ngeehee~

i love Redang!

when i look up in the sky, and see clouds like these..

it makes want to go to the beach.. and at this very instant, i terribly miss the holiday i had in Redang recently..

with its turquoise colour water baring all its inhabitant in it, who would not cry (silently) in joy? swiftly, all the nausea and headaches from the eight-hour bus journey seems bearable and worth it..














 




as my feet touched the super soft white fine sand, i really felt like rolling on it and bury myself in it amidst the stinging sun ray.. but of course i didnt..



















the water is so very mineral-water-clear that i wished all of the people-whom-i-knew-would-enjoy-this-bliss were with me in this humble island of Redang :)



















of course i didnt waste any time.. i got change and have my bimbo moment in the water. hee!
























i miss swimming with the fishes..



















i discovered there really are blue sands, and i thought Yuna was exaggeratting in her song..

i had the chance to see the house which was once in a movie acted by Sammi Cheng.. and also, i got to know the helpful + zealous beach boy, --- (oohh, i forgot his name!)

i  missed waking up early in the morning just to watch sunrise by the beach - one of my many yet-to-come-true wishes!



















but the sun bailed out on me..



















and so i just enjoyed myself sitting on the soft + moist sand watching the day as it grew brighter..



















and brighter..



















and brighter..



















and brighter.. before i realised it was time to go home..



















*sigh* i really miss the beach AND the island, even Twenteen enjoyed it..
























i heart Redang Island!

until my next trip to an island where the fishes and i will reunite, Damai Beach will do.. though it doesnt have sandy white beach, or crystal clear blue water - i'm so very thankful that we have beautiful and clean beaches within the vicinity of Kuching :)

















ps: credits to Sheila, for some of the photos are taken by her :)