The Inner Ah Lian In You. Really.

ur zket k no nd to tk bk liao nahx.. k gv mi liao nahx.. hw ur fone tin le??? everitin setle le mahx worx???
haiz..i m al rite..dun wry..lols..nth wil hapen to mi de..haas..i no hw to tin..wun b so tupig=)
erm,c wen i fre den met u kkz..mb tis few dae bahx..goin dw to his place..lols..i c hw,mes u nohx..kkz.
ya nahx..so jialat nahx..nw den u no ya..haha..no choice liao nahx..tk out oso smeli le nohx..i hlp u wash nahx..treat mi drk wata k liao..

Fuck. It takes me wayyy long time to try reading that paragraph out, and make sense out of it. I tell you, these people, they are much much more intelligent than us normal English speaking homosapiens. How the heck can they think of spelling out that kind of short forms?? Twits never fail to amuse me. Fuck yea. IeuU luRbE miEe bAhXx? -xoxo-. Can’t-knee-nah. What the hell were they thinking?

Damnit sia. I think I’ve written some similar entries about this. But then again, I just can’t help but to write about it again. You know what I find amazing? The way they can write that way, yet understanding them.

• ZKET? Z-ket? zeekat? kitkat? the cat? ouh, JACKET.
• BK? book? burger king? ouh, it’s BACK.
• TUPIG? 2 pigs? toothpick? Tupac? ouh, STUPID.
• DRK WATA?? what, the movie Dark Water?? Ouh, DRINK WATER.

Goodness gracious. What’s wrong with typing out the full spelling of the word? Or at least make it short form to an extent that it’s still understandable. Can’t you like make the effort of putting another extra “E” in “fre” just so it’s pronounced as “FREE”?

Gawd, don’t get me started on macam maner orang kat seberang tambak tulis ah.. (note, that’s in Malay, duh.). Well, it got me started. So for the Melayus, you will understand. For the rest, goodbye for now.

Oklah, ini bukan yg negeri jiran la, tapi jauh siket ah.. kat atas atas siket, bangsa dier punyer teloh (accent) tu pekat siket. Lepas tu diorang nyer short form, fooh. Wakenabeb. Gua pon sampai pening kapala la sial nak pahamkan.

depa kata orang tuh bagui.. tu pasai depa dok tanya kat kami.
lapaq. jom mkn megi. td x smpt lunch.
dan “uols” ialah “you alls”.

Diorang punyer tak bukan “tak” tau.. tapi “x”… Fooh, handal…

Orang orang skarang eh… nak perkataan, fancy shmancy jer…

Gone are the Days…

Of course, it’s cliche to say that everyone changes. And along the way, we meet new friends, we dropped the old ones off. I felt kind of disappointed when I recently bumped onto an old friend of mine. I mean like, we used to talk alot, even go out in a lil group of ours, and that was just a mere few years back. Okay so I did not see him the moment I stepped into the fast food restaurant, cuz apparently my stomach’s growling more than I could bother looking at people around me. While waiting for my food, I then looked around, ya know, just looking around for eyecandies.. Haha.. Until I saw him. Initially I was resisting cuz he kinda looked different, well different from the last time I met him. And I don’t dare calling out his name cuz I risk being embarrassed if he’s the wrong person.

And so I called him on the mobile, and noone picked up. I thought he was the wrong person, then he dug up something from his bag, look at his mobile, and look up. Well prolly he’ve seen me when I entered the restaurant. Of cuz he would have seen me, cuz the place was quite empty. At least making eye contact instead of shouting out my name would attract less attention. But I can somehow feel that he’s trying his very best to avoid having any eye contact with me. And when I approached him, gawd I thought we can talk longer, but I kinda feel that he exudes this aura of “I dont feel comfortable talking to u right now, I’m fidgeting, and not talking much, and waiting for this conversation to stop”.

So I kinda get that body language of his, and I went on with my friend to grab our bite. It was an awkward moment.

And a few nights’ back, I was having a jog with Clar, around the neighbourhood. We were jogging, and from far, I see this silhouette of two humans walking towards us. It was in the park, and most of the lights were off by then. And as we got nearer, I can see that it’s him again. I wanted to call out his name, but, we just walked past each other. And that’s when Clar turned to me and ask if that’s him. Come on, see, if both of us can recognise who just walked past us, I’m sure he saw us.

I don’t really know the reason behind it. It’s either I’m being too paranoid. Or something, along the way, happened. Or he wasn’t being comfortable. But never mind. It’s no big a deal.

Well people always change yeah. I long for the four of us to meet up again soon. It’s that simple walk around town, or a dinner together. But it seem now that we’re attached to either our loved ones or work commitments, that we kinda shut our life off with others.

Of Emptiness and Solitude.

Well the past few days have been very well shitty. I do feel that certain amount of guilt for not spending time with the family and treating home like its a hotel but things have to be done, shits have to cleared and it needs to be out on time. And to top it all off, the family had to go to Melacca over the weekends to attend a relative’s wedding ceremony, leaving the house all to myself.

And it’s at this time that I do realise, family plays an important part in your life. No matter how naggy moms can be, or how stern dad can be, you just don’t feel the same way without them. I have ever thought of living by myself once I reach a certain age, to try to be independent but come to think of it, now’s never the time. I don’t know. I think we are just brought up in a way that, we will still stay together with our parents until we’re married, and sometimes even so, we still live together with the parents. It’s unlike the other end of the globe, in which parents do want their teenage child to be independent, and be living by themselves.

I do admire some of my friends or people that I know, who’s studying overseas, knowing only just one or two friends over there, and gonna be staying there throughout their course of study. Ok well maybe it takes time for you to adapt to the new environment, but nonetheless, it’s still hard to break out of that comfort zone you’ve been living for all your years. And what about those festive occasions? You’re stuck in another man’s land, away from your family, and the only form of communication between you and your loved ones is skype-ing.

Hah, and so I’m typing here while lying on my bed, all alone in the house. Finally, I’m able to catch my breathe. I need just this short lil break, and I’m fine, hopefully. It’s just a few more months left before I bid farewell to polytechnic life. The three years of an eye-opener, broadening my knowledge and not regretting choosing the polytechnic path instead of the jc one. I do remember vividly the amount of lecture, talks and nagging I got from my secondary school teacher telling me to focus on my studies and not to let the name of the school down, yada yada. But hey, I’m not much of a failure like you think I would be now, am I?

No breaks. Just deadlines.

Like Secondary 4 is to O Levels and J2 is to A Levels,
Hakim is to FYP.

And though he wishes that life would be carefree and all things happy, reality is that life is harsh on you. So they said, “Time waits for no man”.

He therefore notify any avid readers (which prolly include members in his group who prolly keep watchful eyes *jeng jeng jeng*) that he’ll not be writing entries as frequent as when he was in ITP or during holidays. He will hopefully master the art of speaking Chinese so as to keep up with the society and contribute in any means possible in his areas of specialisation. For he live in a multi-racial country, regardless of language or religion, achieving happiness, prosperity and progress for each and everyone.

News Just Keep Getting Better.

“… As expected, she parrots the tired conservative rhetoric about the dangers of homosexual sex and culture, painting it as dirty and harmful. She tried to appeal to the emotional side of her audience, first by lucid details of anal sex which she amounts to ‘poking a straw up your nose,’ and then by mentioning all the negative name–calling… “

Poking a straw up your nose?? Politicians nowsadays.

Adik-adik Zaman Sekarang.

Eid Mubarak, bulan yang mulia dan sebagainya. Namun, tidak dapat ku tahan atas kelakuan si cilik kita pada zaman kini. Memang selalu ku dengari cerita-cerita tentang sekumpulan anak-anak kecil yang pergi rumah ke rumah, walaupun tidak mengenali sesiapa, hanya setakat mendapat duit raya; tetapi tidak pernahku terbayangkan bahawa ia akan berlaku juga pada rumahku.

Pada Hari Raya ke-empat, sahabat-sahabat karibku ke rumahku pada waktu malam untuk berhari raya. Beberapa minit kemudian pula, terdengar suara orang memberi salam. Aku pun menuju ke pintu rumah. Tercegat seorang budak lelaki berpakaian baju melayu di depan pintu.

“Assalamualaikum.. boleh saya hari raya kat sini?” katanya.

Alangkah terperanjatnya pabila dia menanya soalan itu. Aku tidak bersuara. Di dalam mindaku, jikalau ku kata tidak boleh, apa pula ya dikatakannya. Jikalau aku silakannya masuk, bagaimana pula. Ku segera ke kamar ibu bapaku, menyuruh bapaku melayani nya. Haha. Lagipun, ku sibuk melayani kawan-kawanku.

Bapaku pula, dengan mukanya yang sirius, mengundanginya masuk. Yang lucunya, dia hanya datang seorang diri. Pabila ditanya kediamannya, dia hanya menyahut “Saya tinggal di blok 700 lebih”. Pada saat ini, aku dan kawan-kawanku sedang berbual tentang keadaan sebegini. Suasana amat kekok dan beberapa minit kemudian, dia berangkat.

Backtrack.

Just an FYI, comments have been replied in the previous posts.

I had a good one-hour alone time at the river front next to Central last night. Ok, partly cuz I was waiting for dear Dave to knock off from work.

It’s just that sometimes, time past so fast and everything happened in a quick pace, you need some time to just take a backseat and reflect; of friends, work, school, your personal life et cetera.

As cliché as it may sound, friends do come and go. It seems like you’re doing fine with your friend and the next moment he/she starts to distant himself from you, or so you think. Just a little misunderstanding causes chaos. Bitch fits aplenty, diva-vaviour alike.

There’s stuff over my head, but this ain’t a good personal space to blurt about it.

Bergema Suara.

Suara takbir kedengaran daripada radio yang tersembunyi di ruang kamar. Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar. Alunannya yang tegas tetapi merdu teramat menenangkan. Tanpa ku sedari, airmata menitis membasahi pipiku. Dengan secara pintasnya aku cuba mengelap pipiku, mengharapkan tiada sesiapa yang melihat keadaan ku begini. Aku duduk seorang diri setelah menikmati juadah yang terhidang di lantai untuk jamuan saudara-mara sekeluarga. Ku merenung jauh…