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S might ruined her life yet again, in the manner of lindsay lohan.

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how are you?
my birthday’s coming and i’m pretty psyched about it.

what mountainous tasks you’re facing right now?
in short term would be, clearing my work backlog. and rearranged my wardrobe.

what do you plan to purchase next year — apparel-wise?
i need to update my inner wear. a matching bra and knicker set each month. and i need nu ballet flats, pumps, strappy heels and sandals. i will buy one pair each month so that at the end of the next year, i will have a dozen sets of matching inner wears, three pairs of ballet flats, three pairs of pumps, three pairs of strappy heels and three pairs of sandals.

what about investing in expensive handbag and doing facials? any commitment to the gym?
for now, those stuffs… i’ll leave it to the future husband.

people are wondering and asking about you and the rockstar journalist. what’s the story?
the story is… we’re budding friends.

the guy in your (facebook) profile picture?
seriously nobody knows who he is? he’s hafiz hatim!

who’s the future husband?
on the way, i think. or maybe it’s me who have yet to make it halfway. maybe he is the one waiting and i’m still figuring out how to read the map.

what’s the story with your girlfriends?
i don’t know. i think i was harsh. i was a pure bitch. i feel like staying away from everyone. not running away, just shrinking away. but if anyone passed by, smiles, says ‘hi’, i will returned it all. maybe not to certain people, for now i hate to do confrontations because i feel that it’s wasting my time. this is supposedly immature because it simply means that i am not looking at both sides and sulking away, obviously. but i just hate people right now. i lost it (faith, trust) in men, i lost it in girls too. i feel like, i don’t have friends. well, they are around but for now, i completely understand that i’m not being a good friend to them anyway, so… serves me right for being where i am right now if you can ever get what i mean. i’m just too tired. i think everyone’s tired too due to other obligations. but there are some sensitive topics you have to take care of right away. for instance, money. it’s a very sensitive subject that you need to address to promptly. even between flesh and blood you can go kill each other, what more between friends. so, when you feel like you had to arm-twist your friend to pay you back, and your friend said, “it’s just freakin’ 80 bucks!”. well, 80 bucks means the world to me, if its not much then pay me now. i hate to think of my friend this way, it’s not about the amount, it’s how your friend takes care of you the way you took care of your friend. and your friend have not so much text to inform when he’s gonna pay or what, like nothing, like your friend have no qualms about it at all.

so how many bridesmaids are you looking at right now?
(laughs) i used to have eight. i feel like they’re all the perfect combination. i severed ties with three of them already. one is in rekindling process. two is in the process of the-moment-of-truth, and one is, well, we’re getting tired of each other, i think. then again, by the time i get to get married, perhaps there’s none left because everyone’s already married too.

if there’s one who can write a short description in remembering you, who would you want to do it?
casperoha. i read KLUE’s 2010 annual 20 under 40 list and found them boring. most of them wrote in all high praises, it’s boring. there’s not much of a intriguing info for me to find out more about who is listed because the write up is too boring. this is what happened when it’s your bestie writing about you. casperoha is my bestie, but she delivers cold hard truth, to the point that i am always mentally prepared first before hearing to what she’s gonna say because truth always hurts, what more the cold hard ones. and she will always come up with a word i never thought would described me, but it kinda does, because she sees in me every angles and evaluate it against reality before she delivers her opinion. no one weights reality more than just-the-nice-things-your-friends-wanted-to-hear than casperoha. so yeah, i’d want her to write about me, and include the word ‘tenacious’ because that is the word i never thought would described me — that’s the one word she got to described me.

you really like to play with your hair, don’t you?
yup. it’s not a sure sign i like the guy. i just like my hair. a lot. it plays a vital part when i’m shocked — i would hold both ends and bring it to wrapped around my face. it became a signature act that most girlfriends pointed out to other people who just knew me when i’m doing it in front of them.

current favourite song(s)?
you know how soothing is the piano piece in republik’s hanya ingin kau tahu? i like it very much. and i feel like death’s very near to me or i keep remembering the dead, like, if the dead is still around, things would be… the song for that mood would be bloc party’s signs. i first heard that song from a gossip girl‘s episode on bart bass’ death. and since my birthday is coming around, i’m feeling marie antoinette  (i like new order’s ceremony as well) — in the interpretation by sofia coppola — i’m listening to the radio dept’s i don’t like it like this.

you’re going to be 27. sure still no prospect?
i am full of myself, wishful thinkings and aimless. i have no sure destination. i just know i want to be happy, that is simply enough after what i’ve been through because sometimes i just don’t dare to wish for more because i’m too scared to get hurt. regardless how much i’ve steeled away, i am still easily hurt and it is cast deep so it took some of my time, my energy, my feelings and i feel that those are wasted unnecessarily. the good thing i see from this is, i’m glad that i’m still human, i’m not an ice queen yet. and i’ve met enough guys to prove me right again and again. at the same time, they left me puzzled and perplexed. right until now, whatever the guy said, or mentioned, verbally or written, i’m not taking up on any of it unless he acted out the whole sentence — for a start. it’s a pity that men i’ve met have successfully materialized the phrase “talk is cheap”.
naturally i don’t think there’s anything wrong with me (haha).
… let’s just put it this way — we’re just not for each other. let’s just be neutral about it. ha ha.

it doesn’t take a genius to figure this one out

these days i have became prettier. with a price. that i feel less than the way i used to feel.

i was happier after i find out what i wanted to know. yearning and longing for that feeling to be free. oh, the liberty.

i was not unhappy because i could almost have happiness like this again. i am happy to know that i am becoming closer to have happiness like that again.

all these great lessons. with greater prices. and the greatest emotions experienced. i felt much, much happier despite everything. i just can’t hardly wait to come home.

and i promise you, you will really, really regret it.

ku telah miliki
rasa indahnya perihku
rasa hancurnya harapku
kau lepas cintaku
rasakan abadi
sekalipun kau mengerti
sekalipun kau pahami
berpikirku salah mengertimu

aku hanya ingin kau tahu
besarnya cintaku
tingginya khayalku bersamamu
tuk lalui waktu yg tersisa kini
di setiap hariku
di sisa akhir nafas hidupku

walaupun semua
hanya ada dalam mimpiku
hanya ada dalam khayalku
ku lewati itu

somehow, i find this poignant. utterly.

get your questions answered by jiminy cricket

so what do you do on weekends?

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what do i do on weekends? i realized that these days, or rather these weeks, i work like a dog during the week that i find weekends my saviour. i’m so attached to myself and i’m pretty selfish about finding time for myself. and there’s always something to do around the haus. and the seven cats. and another fact that i like to take my own sweet time. i hate the rush. i’m really un-rush-able during weekends. but i fancy the tedious and lengthy preparations before the party. in both preparing the party and especially when dolling myself pretty.

kalau kau nak, kan suraya, kau nak lelaki yang macam mana?

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when sazali asked moi this, i finally had an almost clear answer — ebizo ichikawa xi. this is back to basic, back to that fantasy, the so-called goal for someone who looked somewhat like him. tall, bald, size 10 shoes (at least). each time an A4 or an A8 passed by me, i said to myself, “my boyfriend/future husband is driving zat!” it was naturale, okay. sometimes it is felt strongly when i am elsewhere a little less. then again, along the line someone falls into an exception. i looked pass what i want that he doesn’t have. but it’s a constant reminder for me to not complete the whole picture. at the end of the day, i’m shouting back to the gents, “what the hell do men want?”

there you go.

they’re going through hell tonight

on the third night in penang, on the way back from kepala batas with the happiest and blissful thoughts i’ve ever had in all my twenty-seven Eids, azmie broke it with two words, “eh, gaduh…”

mum awoke immediately from her slumber at hearing them and she panicked, telling us to lock the already locked doors of ms lilac.

we saw someone full of rage, kicking with all his might to an unseen victim. when we passed in front of them, we saw someone already KO on the sidewalk, cradled by his three waling friends. azmie said he saw the skull cracked and dripped blood.

and i thought, theyre going through hell tonight.

kesian. immigrants. born with hardship in life. merantau ke negara orang. nak cari rezeki untuk hidup lebih selesa sedikit. tapi, malam ni they are going through hell. kena sepak terajang. pasti kena ugut lepas dimaki hamun. meratap tengok kawan kena bantai sampai tak sedar diri. lagi histeria tengok darah. nak fikirkan macam-macam. nyawa, duit yang seperti tak tercapai dalam tangan. hendak merayu, menagih, mengadu pada siapa?

kemudian kes arwah dato’ sosilawati. setelah melalui pahit jerih hidup, akhirnya dapat hidup selesa dengan harta yang dikumpul. rumah besar, kereta mewah, pendidikan yang baik untuk anak-anak. semua yang dapat diberikan untuk menjamin masa depan yang cerah.

tapi, bertemu dengan someone yang full of greed, ditambah dengan tanpa hati perutnya itu — keempat-empat mereka dipukul, ditikam, dibunuh dan dibakar. kalau tengok lelaki kena sepak terajang pun menyayat hati, apetah lagi perempuan yang kena. just the same thoughts of mine, they went through hell that night.

a sheltered life?


+ in the voice of a la Gossip Girl +

trouble comes finding S in the form of temptations — isn’t that how it has always started? neither hovering nor contemplating any longer, S has officially became a member of the underworld. life is full of adventures these days. but when you play with fire, things do go down in the blink of an eye. and then you’ll realized, that you’re the one who got burnt the most.

i realized, that i keep on browsing and surfing and go back to my work, checked my inbox, checked my facebook, back to surfing, back to inbox, facebook, work, trying to find articles i could read online; something wholesome so i go to nymag.com; the only site i could think of… and trying to recall as many online blogs as i can, wanting to buy something new for a glorious occasion. it’s been a while.

the brain’s dead tired and keep yawning but the eyes keep awake like it has a life on its own and here i am, typing away. i think what i want to say out loud is too long and not really self-explanatory if i just tweet and too controversial to put on facebook. but here goes, aku rasa lately,

currently, selera aku is european men.

there. european, okay. memang aku boleh berhenti bersembang atau teruskan bersembang (jika perlu) while multitasking watching that caucasion man (or men) who is (orare“, apply accordingly) passing by. oui.

excited, yeah. tapi tak seteruk dulu masa dengan chap — terkinja-kinja. ntah ape akan jadi lepas ni pun tak heran sangat. the golden rule always apply — if the guys wants it, he will go for it. another new golden rule — it’s not what he says or what he does to you, it’s whatever he’s doing and not doing when you are around. you are around. the point is, he’s there within your vicinity. he wants you to know he’s there.

somehow pun, rasa sangat… tak endah. tak mampu dan tak larat nak melayan. menyusahkan, memberatkan, merimaskan — bai bai bai.

dah tak heran telefon yang tak berdering 168 jam straight. campak phone ke mana pun takde hal. lagi penting kad touch-n-go. buat seketika bila dia start cuti, i just… want… to be… in a bubble. takde sapa dapat reach over, penetrate, spoil my thoughts. mahu seronok-seronok saja. lukis-lukis pelangi. ulang-ulang-ulang. and then buat seketika, bila sesuatu itu berlaku, terasa anticipation bila dia pulang dari cuti nanti. mesti overexcited. kelakar — dah lama tak berperasaan begini. agak nice, eh.

shoot. i still haven’t check out the french on youtubes.

vous les gars sont tous des connards.


it’s been awhile, and i miss this entry series —

+ in the voice of a la gossip girl +

S spotted back in the isle after almost half a year battling with her personal issues in the city. she was first seen at the shopping mall with mum buying heels for the cousin’s very pink engagement the next day. in the evening she was seen with the groom-to-be cousin and sid-vicious-wannabe brother — a la korean (tresses in a clip, a thin metal headband with ribbon detail) and a la LA Candy (long cardy, skinny jeans and ballet flats). S is currently pretty private, rsvp-ing to none and popping only at certain gatherings while inkling to shut down or deactivate her facebook account — its one of those phases. these days she is aggressively reblogging tumblr posts and tending to her four two-month-old kittens.

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it’s been awhile also that i avoid listening to my favourite joe flizzow’s tracks but while i’m in penang right now, i only want to listen to him. call me is like a love anthem minus the “too many ladies, too many cities” part.

oh, serena vdw is truly revolting these days. read ’em here, and you might just turn your back to it — you’ve been forewarned. blair is the one last very thin thread for moi and i might just let ’em go altogether. thank god for entourage — come soon, 26th of june!