Do You Eat Poison?

Do you smear super glue onto your fingers and touch things with them?
Do you close your eyes and go cross the street? Or hammer a nail?
Do you attach a knife to a boomerang and play it?
Do you? Do you? Do you?

If you know being friends with a snake or syaiton will sooner or later bring you misfortunes, why would you want to be friends?
Why would you want to stare into the BBQ fire when you're wearing contact lenses?*
Why would you want to walk across the kitchen barefoot when somebody just broke a plate?
Why do you want to do things bad to yourself? Like, if nothing good ever came out from a relationship you once had, or from decisions you made, why would you repeat it? Why would you be friends with somebody who broke you down? Repeating anecdotes of your self-pity does NOT make someone sympathize - it makes them cringe AWAY.

Why would you wait for answers? If it wasn't given, then it isn't meant to be given. Life is not what you hear, read or see - those stories are what happened to others, not you.

Real home, my dream

What's with all the new interfaces at social websites? Blogger opting for an almost translucent one, making me squint and hunch uncomfortably forwards everytime I want to click a button. Hope they can insert some language-correcting features like in word processors, though that may be too much to ask. And with Locations, does everybody really want to know where I am? What if I lied saying I'm somewhere though I'm not? People wanting to give me a surprise party would be so disappointed.

Anyway that wasn't the point.

First-years at UM automatically get to live in the residential colleges and the unlucky rest have to kais-kais around for a place to stay. We, the Dermasiswa Perguruan KPM scholars (just found out the name, cheers Jih) were given places at the IPBA hostel. Though our current staying place requires everyone to go under the squeamish-making stare of the hanturayaic* pakcik guard each time you go in and out, I'm really thankful. Honestly I can't think of other things annoying. (Now I wrote annoying as annyong two times in a row).

The apartment I live in right now is satisfyingly pretty. Bathroom en-suite I tell you - so big can even marathon from this end to another. Shared with another one girl only. Now where am I going with this post. 

Ah yes. Real home, my dream. Uh-huh copy paste that to the title box. It's this - I wanted to install a bookshelf in my bathroom. You know, for some light reading, to take your mind off the hard work. Moreover the toilet seat wasn't given that name for just any reason either. There was also a period when I was busy as to be able to leisure read only in the bathrooms. I miss the good old booky days.

Few pictures/examples. Image credit goes to uploader.

Pretty. Yess you don't need to get up to choose. Then after a few days my books will all go kembang because of, you know, water sploshes. Must resort to toilet papers.

This one is really pretty too. If put at the other side of the room, I can even watch TV.

Hey they actually come in a few sizes.

Last one:

It's at the side, would be hard turning to your right or left if you change your mind about the book halfways.

What would be suitable reading material in there? Nothing academical - I don't want to bring them in bathrooms. Light chicklits, of course. Komik RM6.50 yang sekarang dah naik harga seringgit. Lustiges Taschenbuch (anybody generous enough to add to my measly collection?). And this:

Yalah your body is already hard at work so why tire your mind too. Keke. Ini pun dua minggu baca baru habis. No I don't own any copy. Why is there a need to explain that anyway? Borrowed one from a friend and let it stay in the bathroom. Sorry! ;)

Hey there's actually a lot of words inside. Smallish font, too.

끝~!

*he really works 22 hours a day. We wondered why he is ALWAYS there lurking at the guard post , hence the nickname. There's another pakcik filling in for the remaining two hours.

sometimes i have the notion to change my blog title but it fits the purpose too much..

selamat hari raya.

ya adik lelaki baru melintas di hadapan. main ragbi masa bulan puasa, dia dah berlaga lutut dengan hulk hogan. ligamen bengkak, tak perlu tanya kenapa dia seorang yang cedera sedangkan hulk hogan itu beraya bahagia. adik lelaki kini bertongkat terhegeh-hegeh. tapi sebenarnya perkara biasa, bukan itu fokus utama entri kali ini.

kami pergi beraya merentas melaka dari hujung sini ke hujung sana. singgah di masjid untuk solat. adik lelaki (selepas ini boboi) solat kena duduk. ok kalau bawa kerusi lipat pun, kalau ruang solat di masjid letak di tingkat dua sama juga hegeh-hegeh mendaki. bukan boboi saja. sampai-sampai jemaah baru bersurai lepas solat zohor. nampak ada atok berpaut for dear life pada handrail tangga masa hendak turun. hari ni pun. dekat- dekat ledang, masjid macam itu juga ciri binaannya. tangga kemain banyak. ini tak patut untuk dikatakan tapi kan memang orang-orang tua yang ramai ke sejid. larat pula mereka tak campur gigih tabah lagi.

fokus entri kali ini ialah kita takkan perasan pun satu benda itu bila takde kena mengena dengan kita. ignorance truly is bliss.

perisa kiwi lemon

tamat musim durian, bermulalah musim memutus. Heh. Ada musim jugak ke. Putus tunang dengan gepren yang boleh tahan la baik dan biasa-biasa (di mata penonton drama yang curious hampir membunuh kucing) pastu selamba in a relationship denagn ciki girl yg kelihatan lebih urban berdasarkan profile picture di facebook. Ya profile picture memang namanya profile picture takyah la nak tulis default picture ke DP ke stop trying to act special. Berbalik kepada relationship yang baru tadi. Maka memanglah meminta kutukan hangat dari penonton, tu lah dari awal sapa suruh tayang drama kat public channel. Kalau nak tayang jugak cari cable channel yang orang kena beli baru lah agree. Ok merapu.

Oh sebenarnya nak buat eksperimen tengok kalau tulis Melayu dengan penuh perasaan ade tak short form ke ape benda ngarut-ngarut eja yang keluar. Smlm nampak mcm ade short form banyak sgt tp hari ni tak perasan pulak. Oo memang banyak pun tp kalau monolog kot, kalau naratif kurang sedikit. Mungkin mungkin. Eh tapi blog memang la monolog. Kan? Sebab dia rhyme. Mana tau derived from. Lagipun mana ada orang berbalas-balas pantun dalam blog. Eh ade kot. Haaaaaahhhh.

Jangan minum kopi malam-malam kalau satu-satunya ibadah yang diintend malam itu adalah tido. Kalau mahu juga tido segera setengah jam lepas minum before the caffeine kicks in. Sebab once it does I'm sorry no mercy.

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!^^