the easily forgotten

Its sad to think that as human, we are easily forgotten.

Being out of list is one thing but being completely left out from someone's life event is another thing.

Yes, it hurts. Another lesson in life. Sigh.

A piece of paper with governor's sign on it

Money.

All people are driven by money. If some people say "Love is the most important, money doesn't matter", these guys are bulshitting you, or they are crack addict or something.

Anyway, lusting after money will not make you all bad. For me, money is one of the factor to happiness.
Why?

1. Without money, or lack of it will eventually makes you tend to blame God, thus making your solat and amalan to be not too khusyuk.

2. Lack of money may drive people to commit ridiculous things; solicitation, stealing, kidnapping etc.

3. Lack of money will also affect relationships. This is when love can go wrong. I mean, come on, you can't forever go dutch right? Or when it comes to familial relationship, due to desperation, a daughter is more willing to surrender herself to a vicious super-rich sugar daddy than to burden her real money-constrict biological father.

And etc, etc. The true value does not lie on how much you make money, but on how and what purpose you spend that money. Some opt for charity while others opt for vanity.

And what will I become? Only time (ehem, money) will tell. :)

Exclusivity

Life nowadays lack exclusivity.

Don't believe me? Then, why are there stalkers around?

With all people posting up diaries every single minutes, the rat race of who has the most tweets, and personal pictures being published every seconds, now you tell me, is there any elements of exclusivity in our lives anymore?

Even if we don't have any account on social website, but come on, we do surf internet on daily basis right? Basically, our IP addresess are enough for some to extract explicit infos of ourselves.

Try this, just google your full name and then you can see the results from that search.

Internet, tho highly beneficial,  brought lesser exclusivities to human lives. 

Anyone can become celebrities nowadays. 

For me, it depends. If it is for a good cause, then why not sacrifice some exclusivities, but if its for nonsense-rebecca black-bieber kinda purpose, please eat horseshit right now. 

Sometimes

Life is personal. It meant to be that way.

Sometimes, there are some breathtakingly beautiful moments that brought tears to your eyes.

Sometimes, there are excruciatingly painful minutes which left you speechless.

And sometimes, people dissapoint you. 

This, my friend, may left you teary and speechless. 

You are tearful because it's damn ugly and you're speechless because the hurt you feel is beyond pain.

How to have your own happy ending? Love yourself ALL THE time. 

Yourself is the greatest gift from God. Don't waste it. Appreciate it and be thankful of whatever shape you He had made you. And be thankful to Him. 

Something good can come from something bad y' knw. So, chin up! And may we all have an awesome Raya! :D

Not alone. Just single.

Salam.

Hows puasa so far? Going well InsyaAllah. Mine? Skipped a few. Y'know, woman. hee

So, sitting here, right before the lappy, looking at the screen, typing something, laugh, smile or even cry in front of it, sometimes sing or talk, I can't even barely notice who sits right next to me.But actually, I wasnt alone.

The power of technology. You could never be or feel lonely with it. Everytime you reach your phone, theres people, the same thing happens everytime you log on to internet or turn on your tv. People are everywhere; not physically tho.

So, the lame-self-pitying statement such as "I've got no boyfriend, I'm alone in this world,. Blah "And you were just like what? 6 months old? Hey, hey, theres some poo poo dripping from your diaperlah! Seriously, would you really like if I shove a pile of anyshit into your mouth? Come onnnn! You're not alone. Just single. Classy, less slutty. Ayo, its Ramadhan forgodsake.

If you got no boyfriend, go stalk some hot guys who happens to be your senior, classmate, even driver rapid whatever!   If you have no boyfriend, err, you can still talk or chat  to other friends who happens to be a boy at the same time? I mean to remedy the situation and to make yourself to be less pathetic di mata dunia. Kan?

Just recovering from a nasty flu. But I was nastier...Naaahh, thanks Panadol actifast soluble joint a.k.a the whole pharmacy. Ouh, will you shut up!

Don't forget me

Salam,
Currently touched by this song and the lyrics.


They thought they could dispose of me
They tried to make me small
I suffered each indignity
But now rise above it all

Yes, the price I paid was all I had
But at last, I found release
And if something good can come from bad
The past can rest in peace

Oh if you see someone's hurt
And in need of a hand
Don't forget me
Or hear a melody crying from some baby grand
You don't forget me

When you sing happy birthday to someone you love
Or see diamonds you wish were all free
Please say that you won't;
I pray that you don't forget me

But forget every man who I ever met
'Cause they only lived to control
For a kiss they paid a thousand
Yet they paid fifty cents for my soul
They took their piece
The price of fame that no one can repay
Ah, but they didn't buy me when they bought my name
And that is why I pray


And I dedicate this song to a dear friend who had her 22nd birthday today. I know she won't read this but I hope she won't forget me. Awwwh, I'm being sweet, I know. haha. 
Happy birthday Khalis. Wishing you all the joy and happiness  in the world :)

Fast forward

Rewind. Stop. Fast forward.
aah. How I wish life could be that simple. But hey, challenges make things interesting huh.


Had 3 vivid dreams bout goin to London! Pathetic I knowwww. And looking at my savings over and over again is not helping at all. The figures just won't increase! Am depressed. 

Dreaming and hoping are foc, harmless and total time-wasting when theres absence of execution. But, what the heck eh? We got to live and be unrealistic sometimes, lose ourselves a bit or else our minds will go cuckoo.

I dreamed of working overseas or studying there, live in an apartment alone with a very chubby cat as my sleeping partner. Everyday I go to work by underground subway, grab a cup of coffee along the way, work my ass out till 8 and then go home, do some cooking, pack the leftovers individually so I can reheat it when I am too lazy to cook or when I come home late at night. Hurm, what else, ouh, read some books before sleep, and have girls day out during weekends for bitching session, have a stroll at the park while ogling some hot guys. hehe.

And none of this ever include children or a husband. I never imagine myself in that role. Maybe I should stop being so selfish and start dreaming with somebody else in it. But then, I like the one in which I live in an apartment alone where I can decorate it, cook whatever I feel like, travel whenever I get the day off and indulge myself with some(?) shopping. Okay, maybe more than some. What a life. A great one indeed.

As for children, I can adopt. I think. I can handle them. I think. Okay maybe I have to rethink. Haha.
On second thought, for this role I definitely need a husband. I don't want things to get complicated in the future especially when my kids start to ask "Mom, are you gay?" No.

Ayo, this is Ramadhan, fasting month and I post this crazy thinking. What the hell am I thinking. Clearly, I put my brain somewhere else while posting this. Pardon my lapse of judgment. But then, I do that quite often. *sigh* Ouh, you, just wish me all the best. Haha

Typical.Lyrical.Physical

typical.cliche.

Ouh, every single one of us wanted to escape that but we end up at the same road in the end.

The most cliche of all : LOVE

Nooo. I believe in love. Family love. Friendship love. But people always tot that THAT love is the greatest love of all. Blame titanic, romeo & juliet and whatever romantic comedies you can come up with.

Hey, love is everywhere. Not having a boyfriend doesn't mean its the end of the world.
I'm personally quite content with what i have now (except for my cgpa. urgh)
Sometimes i wonder what it feels like to have a boyfriend......oookaayy, enough  of this.

In fantasy world, I would like to be the evil queen as in the snow white. I would like to be in her shoe, to know what had made her to become as such. Bear in mind, evil or good is not absolute. Sometimes good is evil and vice versa.

p/s : am hungreyh. anticipating of what my mom will cook for sahur. :D

I cannot brain this.

Salam.

I don't understand this.

We are human. To err is human but some people doesn't seem to grasp this concept.

Because they always think they are right. Like all the time. *roll eyes*

Unless you're God, then its fine with me.

I don't understand this.

Boys. 

Giddy-giggling girl acts which indicates one has brain damage are totally fine with them. Surprisingly, boys do dig this. Meanwhile, the funny non-giggling girl cast no appeal to them. I'm like whaaaa. 

Yep, Miss Argov, me too wonder why.

Jealous, no. I'm just plain annoyed with these things. 

Plus when theres no rational explanation to support them.

I'm sure one of you out there have the same thinking as mine. 

Ouh, Happy Ramadhan. Pray that I might get answers to these questions. :)

Heh

Salam.

everything got hikmah.
save the best for the last.

these two keep me going.

Cleaning and Reading?

Salam bloggies!

Alahai. It has been soooo long. *cough* Oh, see. Spiderwebs everywhereee. Naissss.

Still got less than a month to go before the holiday ends. Yay. And there are still a lot of things to do. Wait a minute, what thing actually eh? Eating of course. Heh. Eh, I have reputation to keep okay.

So, I came back for the highly anticipated hols (yeah,whatevs) surrounded by a handful of scoundrels..cats actually. And then my mum told me that she adopted TWO more cute creatures. My head screamed, More sleeping partners! Hurray! (as long as they are not thumping on my tummy to wake me in the morn. It is never cute to mess with my fatty tummeyh. Rawr!


   

This is me when my cats are thumping on my tummyeh. GO AWAAAYY!

Anyway, I went to my grandma's house and then I realized that all my nieces, nephews, cousins who are still in their cute-smelling-diappy before,(I mean, before the last sem started) have grown into sprinting toddlers instead! Sprinting, with those chubby legs. Aum. Eh, wait, I have those legs too.(but full of cellulite) *down*

      

Even the musical highness, Lady Gaga got cellulite you know. I wonder is this a fashion statement? Are cellulite IN these days? OMG, I am so fcukin fashionable!

Neverminddd, hey, you know what, I came across this greatgreatgreat book about revenge (last week I think while book-browsing). But the story is kinda sad, because although the heroine got what she wanted, she dies eventually.

THE LOVE

The story is about this beautiful fat girl (Annie) who has very low self esteem. Her flirty best friend (Iris) has no great rack like hers but was bestowed upon with more graceful figure and an agreeable look. So, story begun when Annie had this big crush on one of her lecturemate, Ian who happens to be a playboy. Annie knew of his wild reputation but continue to like him anyway as she believed that Ian was not a typical guy who depend on looks over mind-or-whatsoever. Next, she went to a party after had been dragged (literally) by Iris and Iris has also promised Annie to get a chance with Ian that night. With a sigh of relief, the night went well and shockingly, Ian came to her and they became friends. They talked and teased all night and Ian said that he never met a girl like her. But two weeks later, the rumors spread that Ian was sleeping with Iris and they had became a couple. Talk about backstabbing-shameless-bitches. eh?

                         

                                                  

                                                     HEY IRIS!YUHUUUUUUU!!!

THE HATE

Annie continue her friendship with both Iris and Ian while trying so damn hard to hide her excruciatingly-painful feeling of betrayal. Another unfortunate event came; Annie was diagnosed with a rare-terminal illness. At first, she was so devastated. She took a long holiday and afterward, she regarded the illness as a bless as she lost a lot of weight. Then, her plan of revenge started to unravel. And it was yummeyh. From there, we can see what a jerk Ian is, Iris's jealousy and her preparedness towards her own death. When I read further,   it was revealed that Ian is not as jerky as we expected and it was sad to see that he couldn't change God's fate and eventually had to let go of his first love. Haiyo, very depressing lah actually this book.

THE LESSON

For those who are feelin kinda suicidal, I do recommend you to read this book as it will speed up the process. Blimie. Kid, kid. And the most devastating part of this story which I do allowed you guys to strangle me is that I FORGOT THE TITLE OF THE F****** BOOK. PUNGGUNG BIJAK I KNOWWWW. ISHHHHHHH

I was shopping in haste the other day, and while I'm reading my mum was yelling on the other side of the mall which was embarrassing and that was how I met my mum. hah. Crazy day. Ish. Regret. Regret. Eh, my brain starts working, tummyeh too.

But my eyes stop working. And I need to close them for a while.