A Thank You Note

Atikah, Aina, Azim & me in Bazaar.

Thank you to my mom & dad for financing my trip to Johor & Singapore.


Thank you Immigration Department for making my passport.


Thank you Sri Maju Express for bringing me to Sri Putri safely.


Thank you Ika (Aina's friend) and her blue Viva for fetching me, despite the heavy jam & bringing me to Taman Tun Aminah.


Thank you Aina's mom for the sweet welcome - chocolate pudding & custard (nyum!) & for driving me all the way to Taman Universiti.

The Merlion Statue in Sentosa

Thank you Haziq (Aina's brother) for Maharaja Lawak & Boboi.


Thank you Mama Nora for the chicken kurma, bolognaise, sambal ketuk, gulai asam pedas, the souvenirs & the motherly love and care.


Thank you Papa Haris for all the advice and jokes and the car.


Thank you Anyu for the maggie kicap & the malt drink.

Aina & Hisham in Vivo City

Thank you Boboy for the roti telur goreng & letting us steal your LOST sessions.


Thank you Aunty Letchumi for the pau and the brag-about-Ipoh session.


Thank you Atikah Basyirah for the rubber lizard, "aku lapar giler" phrase, the laugh in the mamak stall and the fallen plank wall. 


Thank you Azim for the orange satria, UTM, the keyboard practice, for being a good listener & putting up with my crap.

Zul in Tutti Frutti

Thank you Zul for Tutti Frutti, for driving all the way from Desaru & the lesson on Myvi.

Aina & me!

Thank you Aina for the map, the MRT, the funny faces, the jokes, Sentosa Island, the Merlion statue, the sweet friendship, weird laugh, Bazaar Karat, Sherlock Holmes, Angsana and most importantly, thank you for BEING YOU.


And last but not least, Thank you Hisham for the room, the pudding, the Benz, the ayam penyet, the ais kacang, gossip girl, glee, drop dead diva, the uncensored Breaking Dawn, Magnum Gold, the late night talks, the Siti Nurhaliza songs ( ciiitttyy! ), Jaya Jusco Taman Universiti, your awesome friends, your beautiful family & for being the older brother i never had.

Thank you all for all your love & care. Miss you!

The Year of the Rabbit

2011 was four days ago. Looking back, 2011 was a good year for me. Maybe because it was the year of the rabbit. I was born in the year of the rabbit! I guess, its like a celestial lucky charm thing..hehe.

January : the beginning of an end (oxymoron!) My last 
                  semester kicked off. The 6 years of my tertiary
                  education was on its last lap before the finish line.


February : the dreaded practicum. Became a ZOMBIE….
                   *bbrrraaaiinns*


March : my first car, a white Myvi finally arrived at my 
               doorsteps. Marshmallow!


April : practicum ended! Relieved. Had an epiphany, teaching 
            is my calling. This is what I was meant to do with my 
            life =)


May : 6 years came to a full cycle. Quite an emotional month. 
           Mixed feelings, relieved, happiness, sadness, regret…


June : REUNITED with cohort 4! KISSM course + exam.  
            Yahoo!!


July : celebrated my 1st birthday with my family, in my house 
           since 2005. (the new term always started either one day 
           before/after or on my birthday!) I was happy but it did 
           not feel the same without my buddies!


August : started working in KUMON. New experience =)


September : quit work. Finally received my graduation letter! 
                      Went back and forth from Ipoh to UUM.
                       Roadtrip!!


October : (BEST MONTH EVER!) Got my degree! Yay…even got a gold medal. Made my parents proud. 6 years of tears and sleepless nights paid off when I saw the Cheshire cat smile on my mom’s face…

November : started working in ERICAN. I love teaching!


December : holiday! Made my passport & went to Singapore! 
                     Met my buddies hisham, aina and zul. Made new     
                     friends, azim & ika. Have a new family in Skudai..
                     mama nora & papa haris!


Yeah, 2011 was a good year =)

reboot

i actually wanted to post something about cars, and i looked at my last post, only to realize that i posted it exactly a YEAR ago..wow...when i first started this blog, i thought i would be posting something new like every fortnight or so. i mean, im a very talkative person..i CAN talk. if i could talk, im sure as hell could write, right? wrong! seriously, in my first post, i talked about writing something MONUMENTAL or GREAT..and now,im thinking, did something monumental happened to me in this past year? well, lets see..i graduated. yeah, the 6 years of tears and cheers, chills and spills finally ended officially in October 2011. graduated with flying colours and all =D  besides that, my life has been quite uneventful...i have been in and out of jobs and kinda just rotting away in my house. oh, my parents bought me a car..that is quite monumental...its a white Myvi..angeline looi christened it as marshmallow..i kinda like that name..and marshmallow got banged by a motorcyclist, not GREAT but quite monumental *dat fella still havent pay me!!!* ermmm, what else? ooooh, im finally goin to JB this FRIDAY! yay!! belated graduation/birthday/new year gift from my parents..i get to see all my south park hommies, Hisham, Aina & Zul and go to singapore! cant wait! well, i guess thats it.very un-monumental and un-great. simply boring and lame and pathetic...ughh...maybe wen im back from my trip, i will have something to write about..hehe..till then adios! 

.........

just an hour ago, i received terrible news. my friend's father was dead. killed actually. slashed by some fucking bastards who wanted to rob his shop. sliced open for money. my friend's father...not some stranger. not some news that i read in a newspaper or saw on TV. this boy, i have known him for years, he is always grinning and cracking some silly jokes. this 23 year old boy, just an hour ago, was wailing and screaming on the phone...telling his father is dead. 

now, he is at the mortuary...staring at the white wall, all he hears is a deafening buzz, all he feels is a big void. i dont know what to say, i dont know how to say it.what do you say to a person who has just lost a parent? i nearly lost my father, 13 years ago...i remember shutting everything and everyone out...i remember pretending that my father was away on a trip, not in the CCU, fighting for his life...i remember crying in the school toilet when the reality hits me..so what do you say to someone who has just lost a parent? i dont know what to say... all i can do is cry, feel his pain...feel my friends' pain..this boy is the third friend of mine who lost a parent in this year alone...and all i can do is feel their pain...i am sorry guys...

for those of us who are still lucky, blessed with both our parents...please treasure them. i know, we have our moments, our fights, but always treasure them...cause, they can be taken away from us at any tyme, in any place...give them a hug, a peck on the cheeks and say that u love them...

mom and dad....i love you!

honesty part 2

today is the 4th of December 2010. i started this course on the 4th of July 2005. it has been exactly 5 years and 5 months. it has been 5 years and 5 months of studying, notes, classes, exams and presentations. 5 years and 5 months of good memories and bad memories. 5 years and 5 months of friendship and hypocrisy. 5 years and 5 months of many things. and honestly i am fucking sick of it....

 

i miss UUM

i miss UUM,

i miss my room in MISC,

i miss the lame ol' MISC cafe where i used to hangout with Anusuriyah, Paulinaa, Jaya and Karthik,

i miss the MISC cc,

i miss Petro's nasi goreng sardin with telur dadar,

i miss the long walks to the Varsity Mall to withdraw money,

i miss DKG5 where i used to study with Dalwin, Hisham, Er, Aidie, Mansor and Japp,

i miss the bus rides to classes,

i miss the Guthrie Lake,

i miss the enormous library and all the books in it,

i miss Subaidah's roti nan and tandoori set,

i miss the charted bus rides back to Ipoh,

i miss the labyrinth that we have to walk thru just to get to a lecturer's room,

i miss Nelson's curry mee,

i miss all the Pak Arabs and the black fellas,

i miss Jitra Mall,

i miss the vegetarian food in Alor Star,

i miss the trees,

i miss the paddy fields,

i miss everything....

unknown

i try as hard as i can, but it never seems enough,
i try to let go, sometimes i think i have...
but it is never the case..i always keep coming back to the same place.

same despair. the same deep end. the same shit...

never can let go, never could hold it tight,
like walking on a tight rope, a never ending balancing act. when will it end? when will i escape?