This for the suspects.

There’s nothing left to say

Sweetie,

Holding you in my arms for the first time makes me feel so proud.

9 months ago, I decided to conceive you.

It wasn’t a decision by choice. but nevertheless, I chose to have you.

Months of tears, sweat, and thankfully no blood I nurture and nourish you.

9 months sweetheart.

They told me it wasn’t going to be easy because you have special needs. but the thought of holding you for the first time today kept me going.

All that sleepless nights, those heartaches are definitely worth it.

When I showed you to the world for the first time, you confused everyone, since you’re so different, unlike your peers.

and when you made that white man all curious and excited about you, I never felt better.

and I feel so elated to see you all nice and proper now. with gold and dark blue draping you.

Owh, Corporate Governance Index, you’re a baby any mama would be proud to have. :’)

p.s; graduation feels a step closer now.

Oh my Ferragamo!

I think I need to applaud the Malaysian movie industry. It’s getting better. I mean, I actually watched 3 Malay movies this year alone and I enjoyed each and every single one.

The latest to my list this year is:

and Oh my Coach! it’s so PANAS!

The cast is star-studded and the only sucky part is Liyana Jasmay who can’t pull off gedik naturally.

I think I’ve been hanging around Don for too long that I actually managed to catch all the sexual innuendos and dirty jokes. Hilarious!

The plot is sooo Clue-do and Madu tiga–esque, with a tinge of Legally Blonde to it.

The movie is not all that pointless. There’s a hidden moral underneath all that spontaneity.

and but of course, what is a movie without a few eye candy. *winks

Redza Minhat, the adorably cute Braces Boy

*sighs* oh Aaron Aziz, do i need to say more?

and who says a bimbo can’t be intelligent. its more than just a pretty face sweetie. ;)

Grr!

Okay,

I know rules are there for a reason.

and being a student in my uni, i follow them to avoid summons.

and today, i got summoned. and I am pissed.

I know there’s a rule telling you to display your matric card, but i didn’t know that you have to HANG it. If i knew that, I would’ve grabbed a rope from one of those banners and tie it to my matric card.

I took the time to change my shoes, make sure that my shirt is presentable and pinned my matric card to my shirt. But noooo, they want it to be hanged.

if i knew i was going to be summoned for something so silly, I would’ve worn flip-flops for goodness sakes.

Sakit hati tau kene saman for something yang tak worth it.

It’s like being summoned for speeding at 109 kmph at a 110 kmph speed zone.

On a lighter note,

I read this on the star online.

heh?

I never knew… hihi

Ayu?

I know when you’re tired anything goes, but Meg! this is going a bit too far isn’t it?

  

Thanks epa for cracking me up!

Book Review: Time Traveller’s Wife

This book review is long overdue. I took my time reading this masterpiece by Audrey Niffenegger. Understanding Clare and Henry’s complex yet beautiful romance.

It jumps back and forth through time but it makes perfect sense. It alternates between Henry’s and Clare’s perspective.

  

My favorite quote would have to be:

“Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?”

This book is a lot more than love between two people. It’s about not being stuck in time, it’s about family ties and appreciating what you have and maybe a lil’ sci-fi. hihi.

Intruder alert

I was at Carl’s Jr. with Epa enjoying chilli cheese fries and a chocolate shake when this douche bag interrupted our gossip time.

This particular idiot butt into our conversation and started to promote his causes. Which was by the way to help children with autism.

I am a bit peeved at Carl’s Jr. employees for not throwing this douche bag out, as I had experience like this previously at Domino’s Pizza but, before anything could happen the guy was escorted out of the outlet.

It’s not that I don’t want to donate, it’s just that I don’t see the point of paying RM10 for a silly car sticker. I’d rather go there and contribute time myself than trust this silly stranger.

He was talking and I was getting irritated when I interrupted politely him and told him I’m not interested in helping him out.

His response: He made this “muka terkejut ” and when I told him again that he can go,  he  yelled: “Malaysians. so typical”

Can I just say that you were rude by intruding on people trying to have a good time? Charity can’t be forced. Haisssh.

Almost here

Full circle.

That term has been thrown about frequently lately. Now, I think I understand its true meaning.

I had my last class of my undergraduate studies today [InsyaAllah]. Same place. only with different people.

Very-very nostalgic and sentimental.

One of my first lecturers in UTP teaches me in my final semester. back then she was a Puan. Now, she has a doctorate.

Sure, the middle part of my time here is, urmmm, a pandemonium. I guess its part and parcel of life.

I’m going to miss this place and the memories created here.

but not the internet though. :P

p.s: three more weeks to go.

ITIS Farewell BBQ

First of all,

Thank you to organizers for organizing such a fun filled day. I had a blast. To the Buzz-RED team. We rock. I also discovered that Amin could walk on water.

Second of all,

Thank you to voters who voted my pinggan issue. Worth the win? I don’t think so.  Owh,  and special thanks to the people who didn’t wash the pinggan. Without the two of you, there would be no pinggan issue, hence no award. ;) I still think the rock star flame wars should win. LOL

 

And,

I enjoyed the time hanging out with friends. Mini picnic with the usual suspects in the afternoon. Reen’s PB&J sandwiches rocked. I couldn’t say much about the egg mayo sandwich, though. I think I strained my vocal chords from screaming a bit too loud. I had fun running, jumping and of course, being a water baby, swimming in the sea. Later in the night, huddling together on the tikar, and singing by the beach really, really made my day.

Lastly,

Here’s a series of picture depicting the day.

Special thanks to Ejat, Zhee, Iman & Haiz for the photos.

Lining up the convoy. I have no idea how many cars. Didn’t count.

Amin, displaying his athletic skills.

Shira, me, Don and a new sea creature called Adlil, lazing about on the beach.

Reen, me and Rusydi having a snack before BBQ time. 

Class photo!!!

It has been a wonderful 3.5 years with you guys.

Sape kawen jgn lupe anto kad!!!

Scatter brained

please refer to Epa’s post here.

My post is not related to was she has written. but it’s good to know. :P. and just so you know I miss my kitties. all 3. Especially Meg.

It’s not that I don’t love the other two. Melly and Carrot don’t listen to me as much as Meg. Despite her garang demeanor, she’s there for me whenever I feel like I need someone to talk to and there’s no one I can turn to.

Meg keeps all of my secrets. Every single last one of it.  So please don’t go and invent a kitty translator. Hiks

I mean, it’s not that I don’t tell my friends about my problems. It’s just that I have a hard time trusting people. Especially after, well… if you know, then you know la.

So, one really dark night, when I couldn’t sleep because I had a lot on my mind and I needed to talk so that I could get my head back together, I decided to call a friend for help.

Unfortunately for me, it was pointless. It’s my fault anyway. When I talk about what’s on my mind, i just rant on and on and on like there’s no tomorrow. My mind would go into overdrive and usually I’ll over think things and panic.

Illy + panic attacks = not pretty nor fun.

That friend gave up on me halfway. Leaving me with incoherent thoughts for the rest of the night till dawn with tears rolling down my cheeks. Feeling scared and really vulnerable.

So, when someone from the past unknowingly texted me that morning, he could immediately tell that something was amiss. I really didn’t want to tell him about it. So I just made up something similar to it. No it wasn’t a lie, just half-truth. I couldn’t lie to save my own ass. Even if my life depended on it.

So we talked about irrelevant matters and the next thing I knew, halfway through it, I was fast asleep.

p.s: nights like this will continue to exist. until a promise made has been kept.