Saturday, August 20, 2011


And well, there she is, my replacement. If you are reading this and you have the slightest hunch that the YOU I'm referring to is well, YOU... I only have this to say.

You should find someone better, prettier than me.

I feel good about you my baby. Our secret, big plan next year must be done for sure. Can't wait another second without calling you my soul mate.
2 months to go! :)

Thursday, August 11, 2011


It makes me want to puke when "non-utaraian" (people who weren't born or raised in the northern parts) try their ass off to speak "utara". I have the liability to say that because I am fluent in it. Simply because my mom was from Kedah and the whole maternal sides do not speak other accents except "utara" despite residing in Kuala Lumpur for at least 25 years. Do not tell me not to brag about it because I can definitely survive and no vendors/sellers can tell me fibs about any ridiculous prices or offers they have to offer me if fate was to put me in one of the northern states.

Whenever actors spoke their lines and tried to convince the audiences on how good they can be when it came to the necessity to put on the accent (as to fulfill the needs from the directors and scriptwriters)... it was sad just to know their efforts were nothing but simply jokes on themselves. Well, that is a good feeling compare to anguish as the actings were shameful plays on the "utarian".


Because "utarian" do not speak that way.

So don't you dare speak/put on any accents if you are not fluent because it makes me either want to puke or give you a damn good slap.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011


Facebook, Twitter, blog, you name it. In this cloudy afternoon I should be sweeping the dusty floor and not sitting on the chair updating my blog. But the duty can wait.

Friends come and go. You might call him your best friend but he may not feel the same way about it. Humm weird. So, should you still call him your BFF? In this ever changing world, where everybody (literally everybody) is connected with the next person by at most a chain of 6 people they ever encountered in life, you can't help but the feel sad when a person you used to treasure somehow abandoning the God-forsaken-memories for a better or more acceptable people. The 'Hi's and hello's' are just another wall spam on his wall. Maybe this is a sign for a fresh, new start.

So kudos to you dear friend. If you ever consider of re-kindling our friendship, you know where to find me. But for now, I have better things to do e.g. cleaning my room.