She started to communicate the using the “f” language with me. Although I was once a pro in the “f” language but perhaps now I can’t seemed to comprehend any because to me none of her words make any sense. Had enough, I dragged her aside from other familiar faces and made her tell me what’s going on.

“My grandma had match make me with a guy”.

I looked at her uncertainly, although actually I had heard the same news somewhere.

“So? Have you met him?”

She shook her head but she had a picture of him in her possession. According to her the guy was podgy and short which should not be an issue. The concern now is, the grandma made her look like a desperate spinster.

And she is younger than me.

Well, if you must know, the mother of the guy called her after heard her saying she would give it a shot, just to gratify the grandma. She had to say yes after the mother insisted of knowing her. But things didn’t work out after the mother anticipated more that she could offer. According to her, the mother wished that she would be shorter than the guy which is whattttt? And started to make some gratuitous comments of her other requirements and perhaps she is not the perfect match for her son.

She was hurt yes but mostly she is ashamed. Now it looked like she is the one who is drooling over him. First of all, she did not give any consent saying that someone should look for her soul mate, neither her parents. Obviously the parents were mad after finding out the truth.

She asked the grandma, what is the reason for dear grandma to take such action. Oh, the grandma pity her because it seemed that everybody is getting hitch.

That, bunnies. Made me snort. I mean, what is that suppose to mean?

Why must most people assume that being unattached and unmarried would make you miserable? Although I must say having a partner does boost your mood but not in all cases. And why must most people assume by getting married is something like reaching the nirvana? Like, hello I am getting married, it’s like I am meeting the dalai lama.

Maybe true to some people but not entirely true to say until one get married, one will not be happy.

And if you are unmarried, you would somehow become a loser and should be sympathised by everyone?

Don’t get me wrong. I do want to get married but until I find the right person for me, I don’t mind loitering around [even there will be some time when I get stressed thinking about it.Hehe].

I don’t know about other people but to me, a match make partner especially by my family member is a big no no. I revere guys who prefer to make their own effort by finding their own soul mate rather than asking it to be arranged. Yes, if you say that used to work last time, then good for you. But not for me. I cringe to hearing such proposition.

Because even when you thought u found someone and you thought you knew that person like the back of your hand, yet one day you wake up, you realised that you actually don’t.

And you asked me to believe in arrange marriage?

Now please save the jodoh di tangan Tuhan for this entry. As true as it may be, it sounded too cliche to me.

Hectic day. I had to wake up early to drive back to hulu langat. Yana’s wedding ceremony again but this time on the groom’s side. Thank God aku tak payah jadik bunga telur girl lagi.

Speaking of bunga telur, I remember one incident during the wedding [on our side] three weeks ago. I was told by my emak who was the manager of the day on what to give and what not to give. Like to women, you are suppose to give the red ones while the man should receive the egg in cute basket.And only kinds will receive sweets. The sweets are limited sebab tak tahula pulak bekas gula-gula tu tah pegi mana tah. So memanglah tidak boleh kasik extra dekat orang.

So I was doing my job when I approached a family. Well, ok they are my relatives but ehe I don’t think they know who the hell I am sebab aku malas balik kampung and also I don’t really favour to bermesra-mesra with my relatives, unless my immediatelah. I have my own reasons ok.

Sigh. These people from my mom side are sort of poyo to me sebab kunun-kunun ala-ala anak wakil rakyat dan orang ternama dan semua orang kena mencium bontot mereka. Ok whateverlah but the previous phrase might explain what will happen next. So as I bagi the telur, the guy asked for the sweets for him.

He: Can I have the sweets for me instead of telur?
Me: Uncle, sweets untuk budak-budak je.
He: No, I want the sweet.
Me: Bukan apa uncle, tak cukup nanti.
He: But I prefer the sweets.

Aku kalau orang macam ni pegi mati kaulah. So I just smile as sweetly as I can dan buat bangang. Then he suddenly bangun and said.

He: Macam ni ye, saya nak gula-gula ni, bukan telur.

He spoke as if I am a retard and dengan garangnya mengambil gula-gula dalam bakul aku.

Tsk. Ok, I also don’t know kenapa aku tanak bagi but I think it’s unfair since all of his kids dah dapat and give the sweets to other kidslah. Kalau kau nak jugak pegila beli. I am just doing my joblah bodoh.

Tapi yang paling aku benci sekali, apa hal kau nak speaking-speaking dekat hulu langat ni hah? Ada david beckham ke dekat sini? Kau ingat kau speaking kau bagusla sangat? Macamlah aku tak tahu kau keturunan batak yang semasa muda bercakap minang. And I am so offended when he decided to talk malay dengan eksyennye as if aku tak faham english [setelah aku mengabaikannya]. Maybe he though I was a high school drop out yang hingusan yang tak faham apa dia cakap.

God. I really hate this type of people.

So, you think only those who speaks english and pakai ala-ala korporat umpama pakai tie dalam kepanasan adalah distinguish and adalah baru layak to earn your respect?

To me, kau tak payah poyolah nak pakai tie ke, kereta besar ke, cakap spanish ke if you want to appear as someone big. I mean, oklah if you have it siapa tak suke kan tapi perlu ke nak poyoo?

Dan tak perlulah nak jeles dengan orang if they mampu ok? Dan selepas itu mengeluarkan statement yang entah hape-hape.

Anyway, I just ignored that pakcik for the rest of the day but I told my mum about it. Ehe, according to my mum,what he did, is not something new.

Haih, kenapalah aku ade sedara berdarah batak ni. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

At this moment, my hair smells like smoke from various brand. Not, it was not from me but from those people at the club. I don’t really go to club nowadays, only for special occasion like tonight.

Fahimi is back so yeay. So we went out for dinner at tony romas and and as usual to the live bands. I must say. the band was great but the disc jockey macam sial ok. Apa motif kau main lagu 70’s la cibai. Aku lansung hilang feel ok. And no hot chicks, tak memangkin lansung.

Or maybe I am just getting older, inside. I prefer quiet place but to think again, it’s not entirely true, hatiku melonjak-lonjak bila lagu dimainkan oleh band itu cuma crowd yang keji membuatku benci.

And I smile looking at few girls who danced on the table, hugging each other with glasses on their hands. Oh I miss that. I really do.

Like tonight, when I was halfly enjoying the songs, my mind flown away to my unfinished assignment, to a YM session that I am supposed to attend and to my own comfort, my room.

Tsk. What happened? I miss my carefree days. Dancing in the moonlight, not knowing what will happen tomorrow and don’t even care what will happen tomorrow. I only have to remember not to follow anyone home and also the date of my exams.

Maybe I am not getting older[haha] but maybe I have more responsibility now.

But between you and me, I am more happier today.

Even I have panda eyes, I am happier! And kau dah gemuk ok, fahimi.Haha!

I am supposed to be on my depressed-break. But I am so depress that I decided to take a short break from the depression because it gets more depress. Kire ni macam s hort break from a breakla. Pening tak?

I am also supposed to berlari-lari anak di pandang futsal now but I had conjunctivitis which started to redden my eyes since two days ago. Now tell me, How am I supposed to play without my contacts dengan spek aku yang suka jatuh ditambah pula dengan aku yang menggelupur?

And I am also supposed to date fahimi tonight but since mata dah merah and die plak cun cun adehal. Which is good.

But good thing can be stressful when today I had to pay a frequent visit to the toilet. Sampai sekarang I am undecided whether I should put on my pants or just don in my towel sebab kalau pakai suar tiada gunanya kalau setiap 5 menet nak mencirit.

Actually I can sense the arah tujuan mecirit ini. Two days ago I ate 2 bungkus nasik lemak for breakfast and lunch, I know I am supposed to be on diet but can you say ‘tolongla jangan makan, kau tengah diet’ to a depress person? Exactly. As the result perut adalah ala-ala panas sebab sambal die pedas. The next day I ate the whole mooncake followed by another bungkus nasi lemak. It was not my fault. Bukan aku yang beli. Orang dah beli, siap dengan ayam rempah lagi,takkan nak buang kan? And I had choki choki for dessert [ok this is my fault but who can resisit choki..chokkii enak sekali..choki chokki adik gemari?exactly].

I know this cerita is going no where but kau baca je bleh tak?

So, today I got ceret beret and having ceret beret while driving from KLIA to Shah Alam is not kelakar ok. Now I know, why some people speed dan suka memotong tak pepasal tanpa bagi signal.

And, tiba-tiba aku tengok manjalara semalam, alih-alih dia dah kurus. Wey, baru 2 hari aku miss dah kurus ke? Gila tak tunggu orang ok!

Last skali, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii malas gile nak buat assignmentttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

nak pegi disneyland.

Chics is on a break that she desperately needs.

Last night, someone told me she sat up in bed to count her blessings.

She told me she woke up in the morning, forgetting where she stopped. Apparently she realised then that she had a lot more blessings that she ever cared to count, so many she nodded off while counting.

I have one great blessing in my life.

I have chics:)