what i cannot tahan

hello it is friday morning and mizah wants to rant.

what i cannot tahan no. 1

people who make their own assumption about others,particularly if they dont know the person very well.like oh s(he) looks like this this this,so s(he) must be like this and do all that that that.i don't mind if they go to you and ask about it,i'll answer gladly even if i think it's none of your business.but if you come and say it as a statement,deii you make my blood boil.

what i cannot tahan no.2

people who put pictures of themselves on the net,along with the caption 'omgg i look soooo ugly/fat/insert self derogatory caption hereeee' and things along that line.hello if you think it's bad delete it,save yourself from the misery.you won't be stupid enough to post it,vainpot.sila jangan fish for compliments.but if it's tagged pictures it's fine,since you don't exactly have a say in its publishing maka it might actually be bad.the untagging option is created for a reason.

what i cannot tahan no.3

people who come to me saying 'eh you baik dengan whatstheirname kan?eh asal dia camtu ah?'

dia macam mana weh?dude if you have a problem with someone,be a man and face that person yourself,and tolong jangan nak buat as if it's all out of concern for a fellow human being when really you just wanna bitch.

what i cannot tahan no.4

people who make it a point in life to be as annoying as possible.eh u ppl devise new plans on how to up the ante every night before you sleep is it?every time i've come to accept the kodi-ness of the people here especially the locals,they come up with things that floor me.i am immune to stupid catcalls and chants of ongabonga and whatever really ugly sounding language you guys make up but when you purposely swerve into me in your car and on your bikes,dude you're pushing it.next time i'm readying myself with umbrellas to jam in your rims and trowels to scratch your car.and anything involving physical contact i.e tugging,touching dan sebagainya is just screaming karate kick meeeee.

what i cannot tahan no.5

nyamuks.flying,buzzing,blood sucking nyamuks.cos there seem to be a never ending supply of them even though it's going to be winter soon and everything should be dead.

laptops dying and i can't be bothered to find the charger.ah well.till later.

mental checklist

this is it was awesome,i want to be a kid again.or michael.both is fine.

you know you're in for it when you actually look for the phone,

when before it lay forgotten at the bottom of chaos till a feeble ringtone reminds you that it exists.

it's human nature to tread on dangerous waters.just how far will i wade in is uncertain.

knowing my lack of a panic button,i'll probably be gasping for air by the time i come to my senses,if i ever do.

but i don't like it.not one bit.nor do i like the fact that i crave for it at the same time.with every fibre of my being.it tingles so very deliciously,like tinklebell if she existed (she?he?do balls of lights have gender?)

paradox,screw you.

lets do a little pilgrimage,shall we?

paolo coelho is coming to egypt,exactly hand in hand with my midterm,taking a nice stroll in november.

whyyyyyyy?

trying to see if i can run for a day.screw beyonce,this is major.

speaking of runs,we ran for cancer yaww.more like walked but it's the thoughts and efforts that count.it is.shut up.

tebakaq cek haih.

and after this,the sos music festival.not sure if it will be my thing but hey no harm done checking it out.and it's conveniently after the paper,so it's fated,the beings above WANT me to go.yeah.

dan ini dedikasi kepada cek abek saya dan kucingnya:

'You are not there. Somewhere in the future, suffering for something that hasn't happened yet. You are not there, in a place where all your worries manifest.

You are not there. Somewhere in the past, reliving your old mistakes and regrets. You are not there, in a place where memories resurrect.

You are here. Right here'

via i wrote this for you

david bowie you the man.

what does one sardine can (read:tramco) ride to cairo mixed in with a conversation with a stranger tell you about yourself?

that you contradict yourself too much.

and when you are one of those who thinks that you've pretty much got it all figured out,well,it can be unbalancing.then just when you start getting unhinged at that newfound revelation,the words of a newly-made friend makes it all better

'hey,what you're doing now is merely trying to be who you want to be based on the experiences you've had.change is not necessarily a bad thing'

and it's true.stability is of course good,to be so sure of something is a blessing.but so what if you aren't?things change all the time,priorities are shifted as responsibilities are acquired,mentalities are constantly shaped by one's course of life.

some principles stay,some go.so what?as long as the changes are your own doing,not under the influence of external factors.

adaptation is the base for the survival of a species and for once i am perfectly content with not knowing and just taking things as they come.

yes this is me gloating the fact that i finally have a bed.woot!a changed woman,i am.pfft.

You think bravery is to fight and courage is to die. But the bravest ones stand in front of those who would and say

"We will not fight. Because courage is to live."

via i wrote this for you

a thing of beauty is a joy forever

regardless of how depressed i was learning his works,it's undoubtedly pretty.cranny's excited and so am i.

on the other side of the world,soon enough.

this is a boy.confused little bugger.

twoface

a couple of days left and i am not exactly sure what to feel.all in all it has been good,this time off.god let this be a good year.one that will hopefully not involve me going mental and start stabbing patients.

i have this sudden urge to become a prima donna.must be all those showers with the house empty.gets to your head and inflates it,those self-indulgent habits.

and i have kinks all over my body like long hair after sex.sign of old age perhaps?

ghaya!

and so it begins,the whirlwind of going to open houses,wearing stuffy baju raya and pretending to know nothing and act innocent while adults gush about how grown we are and how they're getting older (giggling is imperative right after said remark,if npt it would seem as if it's serious gasp) and then the whole point of being there in the first place,money bebeh.duit raya!that's right i am money minded like that.

off to spend the next week without gaining a billion pounds.haha who am i kidding.it's a lost battle already.