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Discover these great ways to be (happily) miserable! While you're rolling on bed, crying and kicking... Help yourself with some toilet rolls. Roll em around you and bam! A Malaysian mummy. You'll eventually shut up. Print the actual size cardboard piece of the Salvatore brothers. Now kiss. I mean, make them kiss. If you have a pet cat, try to make it stay between your boobs. Force it. If it doesn't, that means your boobs ain't big enough *flipshair* Don't eat for 48 hours. You are now eligible to enroll for Miss Universe... for the anorexic. Count your toe nails. If it isn't eleven, count again. Poke your nose with two fingers. Then you can start telling everyone you just made two holes with one poke. Pluck one eyelash. Place it on your shirt. Now someone is missing you. Shave your head. Regret. Repeat on every misery. P/s: Miley seems to be happy. Introduce yourself the James Bond style. "I'm Poo. Stinky Poo." Crawl into a hole. Rot.

Aaaannnd Happy Twenty Darling :) Sure I've missed a few days from the Day but I write according to my feelings ;) I have actually made you a video (sorta); I decided to keep it to myself for awhile. You wouldn't mind that right? Treat it as a surprise which never worked out. Haha. Don't mind the title. He fussed about having it spelled right. I capitalized the Q this time. Potassium. Now lemme tell you my story. Thanks for this awesome 21 months together ... so far. Maybe you should start doing the bucket list for us to do before it all disappears. Just saying. I'd like to apologize for the burden I caused, all the fights, all the cries, all the anger. I'd like to thank you very much for always always being there for me. Whenever I need you :) This for the awesome advice you gave, almost without fail. Although you did fuss a bit about me being stubborn *shoots self* This too for the mistakes I never meant, or did in purpose to m

Thus, the hashtags. I've to do a public apologize to my followers for spamming your timelines with my so-called moments. Despite having Asasi ended nearly two years ago, I'd like to bring back those memories. This post I dedicate to my girls... Thank you for being apart something so memorable in my life. There were times of hate and dislikes, we call it the Oprah session; where complains and whining goes all around the room. It's almost like a religious chanting session, sitting in a circle on the floor. Haha. And when everyone gets tired, it's like burnt smoked sausages curling on the floor. Let me introduce you the blanket stealer. She's invisible but everybody knows her. Meet Hanani. The girl with lion hair knocking on your door and gone the next second. Bet you've heard of that mystery :P It's the mystery that haunts AB66 for a year. Crap, my hair just stood. Beware: she wakes the opposite side on where she initially sleeps

GAH. Believe me, I always get emotional when I blog. And when I do, the outcome would be pleasing. Tonight's entry was inspired by fools . I mean under-knowledge people. You know I'm nice :3 ... conditionally. Anyways, I came across some posts on two very, very famous social networks. It triggered my anger. Behold Malaysians! Don't be so tuut thinking Sarawak is only a huge chunk of virgin forest. Which subject in school taught you that? Fine, it's Geography. Sarawakians don't live on trees la people. Be rational can ah? How you think I can blog on trees? It's not like I can submit it online without typing. Otherwise I'd be writing with a cow's penis CAUSE I DON'T HAVE A PEN. If we are that behind, how can we sit for exams? Prolly we cant read if we live on trees. We'd be speaking the squirrels' language, signing each other to jump and fly. We could beat the Japanese suicide rate. Sarawak is like any part o

WARNING : If you are dead sensitive to slight poking, DO NOT read. Did you hear that message on gender equality ? Good for you my readers. Things are about to go spicy! There's been feminists talks among guys; as there are double standard talks among women. We call it, The Third World Mentality. Nope, it is not a form of mental retardation. Neither it is a health condition. It's just foreign, and foreign it shall remain... And so, begin this story as how my dad strongly opposed of me becoming a committed doctor. Yes, despite sending me off to a medical school. This, I failed to understand. I have come to asked him why. Apparently, he thinks I shouldn't work so hard and focus on my future children. Ouch. He may be right. May be. I really cant blame him. I know my plans. Now. This thing about knowledge... Knowledge could be anything and of any form. If you still think women shouldn't be educated, you must be living with corpses from

Mama. It's everybody's first word; simple, meaningful-- and my world. I'm having a serious fear of my mother leaving somewhere I couldn't reach her. It's a normal thing to be worrying about your child. However, is it that normal to be worrying about your mother? I admit; I dislike having her far away from me. I could be as protective as she is with me. Despite the fights, the arguments, the misunderstandings, she is whom I need most. I'm not sure if that's what you regard as being a mama's girl. These two night's been killing me. Let's just say I didn't have a good sleep. I kissed her while she sleeps. She doesn't need to know. I'm shy :3 Truthfully, I love having her at home. I don't mind being a thousand miles from her; because so long she's home, she's safe. Two weeks, will she be away. I'll prolly get mama-sick. I wish she doesn't have to go :( Come home safe, I'm c

What your parents actually mean when it comes to... 1. Cleaning yourself: Mum: Go shower and scrub all over that filthy germs on your skin! Dad: Just change your shirt, honey. 2. Eating: Mum: Don't eat those fat skin layer. You wont wanna end up like me. Dad: Screw choices, eat EVERYTHING. 3. Relationship: Mum: You have to be careful in choosing your partner. Dad: Date everyone you can! 4. Doing it on your own: Mum: I don't wanna be responsible if you were to take that risk! (in a there's-no-effing-way-you'll-be-out-of-the-house kinda tone) Dad: You can have the car anytime sayang. 5. Living on your own: Mum: Do you think you'll survive living on your own when these simple house chores cant even be done? (in a god-knows-what'll-happen-to-you-without-me tone) Dad: Enjoy your early adult life, son. 6. Clothes: Mum: What piece of shit is that you're wearing? Dad: Maybe you need some more accessories. 7. Love: Mum: There's n

So let's face it. Everyone hates. I'm hating the land-mower sound. It's messing with whatever my brain is telling me to do. That's why we go to the library right? ... that's not the point. Point is, that doesn't make me a hater. Just terribly annoyed. Before I move my ass to drive, here's a thing everyone hates but still is one: Haters. I had a night thinking about it while dealing with my super paranoid friend; the Luq. He's a professional stalker. That's what he claims he is. Anyway, I meant to say some things are better off not known. Things that irritate you especially when you find out someone is talking about you ... in an unpleasing way. From my optimistic kind of view, I'd say that's somehow their way of unprofessional criticism. Although you can still improve based on what's bad about you. From my pessimistic kind of view... It's not very good at all. That the

It's been awhile, yeah. Hi y'all. Um, this is kinda awkward to start. If you know what I mean. Now if you'd kindly recall how your first love was like; or how you imagined it to be, what was it like? I don't have much clue about first love; While some claimed they knew it coming. Certainly first love isn't theoretical, not determined by those quotes you found on Twitter. No, not at all. I hope to understand what first love is when I'm 60. If I get to live that long, of course. InsyaAllah. Because by then, you went through all the possible relationships. I'd be really grateful if I don't have to go through much. I'm content with the current one. This morning my mum was mentioning some things. Go for the guy who wouldn't have the gut to hurt you she says. Don't fall too hard. Nowthatcouldn'tbehelped. Whatever it is, I'm sure first love isn't the first person you date, or the first person you liked. I

Just about the time the shadows call I undress my mind and dare you to follow Paint a portrait of my mystery Only close my eyes and you are here with me A nameless face to think I see To sit and watch the waves with me till they're gone A heart I'd swear I'd recognize is made out of My own devices.... Could I be wrong? The time that I've taken I pray is not wasted Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love? Sleepless nights you creep inside of me Paint your shadows on the breath that we share You take more than just my sanity You take my reason not to care. No ordinary wings I'll need The sky itself will carry me back to you The things I dream that I can do I'll open up The moon for you Just come down soon Ready and waiting for a heart worth the breaking But I'd settle for an honest mistake in the name of One sweet love. Savor the sorrow to soften the pain sip on The southern rain As I do, I don't look don't touch

There are lies you cannot forgive— Not in a million apology. You’ve seen how people fussed about it. Facebook status is a constant victim. They’ve been whining, complaining. All for the same cause: betrayal. A blind man wouldn’t have noticed that. How much does it take to win your trust? It would’ve been shaky with some winds. Truths then create tornadoes; Breaking the rigid bonds you build. Haha. I might’ve been hyperbolic there. There was a reason I put forth trust above everything in my life. Without trust, anyone could be a stranger. That anger hasn't left; knowing how easy it was to believe and be cheated to. I thought it wouldn't hold. What's worth to tolerate when I'm wronged not once? Trust is gained, not given simply. Cause once you lose ‘em, It takes more than effort To bring it back. You liar bro?

This is going to be rojak . Bear with me a post :) Now, what about you that is SO Malaysian ah? Have you guys thought of it? One of the great trademarks of Malaysian is this: Rojak English . I personally find them very interesting. They might sound like a bit of chunks from various slangs la. Sometimes they sound rude, but also right. "Oi woman why you jalan terkangkang?" See what I meant? However, it's generally accepted by us. "Oh ma gad I forgot my homework dibah the table!" Guys, some of you might need a translator for that ._. Thus, this has lead to the socializing of different races. Ain't that great? Now the Chinese and Indians won't've problems understanding the Bumis. "Why wont this work teacher? I try so banyak kali. It wont gerak!" Science class in Form 2. "Cikgu yang ini tak ada nama writer ka?" 20 cents per English word in BM class. True story. This might have been a culture for us. I don't really think t

Trailing my fingers across the keyboard— Nothing crossed my mind. 6.46 am and I’m still wide awake. I hadn’t slept. Is it true Friday the 13 th a bad omen? This was just about to prove itself to me. Hours it was; Had my eyes lingered on the ceiling. My head throbbed; There wasn’t anything I could do. I ought to take it easier this time. I had to make sure my heart was intact, alive and beating; though I wasn’t breathing properly. It was a long empty night, accompanied by quiet sobbing. Clutching the blanket so tight; I tried bringing out the best of my adulthood. I was a coward—I used to say that proudly. I changed my mind. That was my weakness. Perhaps one of the very things I should hide. Each word then rang in my ears. They spoke quite aloud. What do I do? That miracle I believed in so much; it didn’t happen. Dear God, I could barely stand on my feet. Save me.

I was thinking for a night; reflecting on things I did while I live. So I thought; What if my life were to change? What if I took the other road? I suppose a change or two wont hurt. Nevertheless, a whole change is too much to risk for. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, (Robert Frost,1920) I've been in this comfort zone for years. Towards this second, I find that hard to keep. I wanted to give up; but I never did. I never really did. I was afraid to face the outcomes . And truth is, I never had visions. Despite the absence, I managed to land on smooth grass. Then I learned that wasn't enough; I wanted more. Perhaps no one saw to it.

WARNING : This is going to be a long essay. 2011; like every other year has its own joys and regrets. I had an awesome year. I got what I wanted and I thank Allah for that. WELL, not exactly all... Need highlights? I got into ze' medical school. Yes of course I still can't get over the fact that it wasn't really my choice but hey it's good. I met some long-lost friends. I make more friends. I think. A supreme visit to ze' USS! Awesome awesome job being an LO. There was a period when I learned the meaning of being at the bottom of life. Some changes. Losing weight and gaining them :\ Screwing up and doing it more. I got ze' SCHOLARSHIP! Being a chicken and ze' slave. A lot of chasings took place. I got my licence BUT le me isn't allowed to drive. Bad, bad PMS. THE GREATEST ASASI year. EVER. Bet everyone's jealous of that :P If I could turn back time I'd choose to relive the days I spent being worry-free, do careless, reckless