randomness w/o a formula

1.Came across an entry yesterday in which someone wrote about herself trying hard to separate her real and virtual life. Led me to imagine that she maybe works as a big shot investment banker on wall street in the day but fangirls anonymously every night on wordpress. Which is cool. And made me want to separate mine too. Like, having real contact with real friends instead of clicking on their facebook profiles to get the updates. Which is a bad example.

2. My brother got his AS Levels results day before yesterday and literally slumped in disappointment. I think 14 points is really good, considering he took accounts n economics, which he never learnt in school and had to catch up in the one year he was doing the AS. Plus when compared to another pathetic, shit-lazy attempter who still failed to scrape enough points after doing the same thing for three years, i think my brother deserves a kenduri doa selamat. Anyway. Maybe 14points aren't enough to get you admitted as Ashraf Haziq's junior. You see, he wants to try to get into schools smack in the middle of London. How jealous can you get? ...Well not much if you consider the current riot and the living costs he'll have to face. ... But I'm still jealous!

3. I had a four-month holiday and wanted to work 'to meet new people'. As fate twisted and turned I landed on this current occupation, which allows me to really meet people but make no new contacts. On second thought its a good thing actually; I'm not that good at keeping in touch. And you have to go through the usual, reserved-for-strangers social niceties for a few minutes only; as opposed to making a new friend: kena bersopan santun, kenal hati budi dulu sikit baru berani nak gurau kasar ke  cubit-cubit lemak ke apa ke.

4. Bila tulis Melayu ni mesti teringat minggu orientasi UM, ada sekali tu panggil penceramah tu dtg dari Jobstreet dia kata kena berani ckp English, pstu dah last-last dia suruh tanya soalan and looked straight at my face but I was a loser chicken and only looked back at him sending him my question telepathically before getting the dial-up connection interrupted by another student asking. I regretted it to this day. Not because my qs was an all-important, world-changing one, but because I had no balls I was a chicken.

5. I hope everybody found a better part of themselves (however tiny) this Ramadhan. Lets resolve to exercise them until the next one, inshaAllah.

Just telling you

That if you have big arms, holding them this way above your head will actually make them look bigger.

So don't do it.

Only Seunggi can do it. Heh.

Seunggi-yah, I hold you responsible.

사야 벌에 두리스 마잠 인이. 즘부루 딱? ㅋㅋ

I forgot the first novel pains of learning a new language. Wish I had a Siegel to help go through the never known before grammatical-functioned(?) particles and honorifics. I know the basic rules of conjugation and (non-)colloquial speech - which applies to almost every language, anyway - but the origins of the language (East-Asian) and my interface (English) are so different, it makes it all more confusing since my mother tongue is Malay. I think I may fare better had I learnt it Korean-Malay. And my English is getting crappier since I have been reading Jane Austen a lot.

I bought the book two weeks ago, and had so far smoothly progressed to chapter four, at the end of which I managed to read Korean characters quite well (ahem). I printed out lyrics to songs and sang along a few hundred times before the characters began to look like alphabets instead of miniature geometrical shapes and some odd wiggles. By this time I am happy enough that I am able to pronounce and write the language (devoid of understanding their meaning - ah peduli apa). While sitting at the stall waiting for customers I practice writing out the characters, producing not Korean words but Malay ones. Which might explain why the sentence above seem so rubbishy when Google-translated; you should actually listen to them. It's not Korean, it's Kowi (or Hawi, I am yet to decide. -wi comes from Jawi. Hangul is the Korean character system).

Chapter 5 is where you start with the heavy grammatical parts. I am my own teacher, hence the procrastination. 이자띠 파이팅! 이자띠 화이팅!^^

A toast to What Ifs, If Onlys and I Wishes.

Allah tak jadikan kita cerdik / kaya / cantek menawan / super awesome , sebab dah tau dah kalau kita kaya, perangai kita mesti buruk macam beskal Raleigh takde handle yang dah sepuluh tahun dok bawah rumah.

Syukur Alhamdulillah.

It all ends

I get obsessed over a lot of things. From Hello Kitty to Jelly Beans to Shahid Kapoor to having at least one layer of face powder each time I gO OUT. I DONT KNOW WHY THIS STUPID KEYPAD KEEPS CAPS LOCKKING ITSELF AND AM TOO LAZY TO PRESS THE KEY BEFORE EACH ALPHABET SO I AM STOPPING AND CONTINUING SOME TIME LATER ON A PROPER KEYBOARD, NOT THIS UNUNDERSTANDABLE NOKIA CREATION. I AM NOT SHOUTING RIGHT NOW SO PARDON THE LOUD LETTERS. I LOVE HARRY POTTER, AND XIAXUE HEHEH. SALAAMUN'ALAIKUM

I forgot the clever title I composed for this entry last night before going to sleep.

I can not sleep if I don't read beforehand. Even after getting drowsy and having the lights off, there are still some things I couldn't free my mind from and end up mulling over. Many nights I spend with re-enacting life scenes, in which I had better responses to conversations and looked cooler. Heh. Other times were devoted to stories, most of it spin-offs from dramas or happenings around me. Like last night, I had Voldemort attacking me in front of a cinema. He rushed from inside the halls and pointed his wand at me screaming Avada Kedavra (to no effect, of course). When I stood my ground he blinked and cocked his head in surprise (in sync with the need of today's aegyo); I merely wiggled my forefinger at him and said "No killings in cinemas, please," in the most teacher-like manner possible.

Many other nights I spend with making mental blog entries in my head, all pretty and amusing and ready to be typed in the next day. Sadly, always, when a turned-on, already-connected-to-the-internet computer is within reach, I forgot my arguments. Recomposing them makes the end result turn so boring and predictable, so I dropped the effort altogether, and postponed it to the next time, when the cycle repeats.

an expression of feeling

lee seunggi's 'the oh-shit!'

from dramabeans.com.