HUSH

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".

Why?

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.

PILL

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.

POUNCE

Often wonder if the world is now a limitless place for privacy. With all the latest social network sites, people can get connected from across the globe. But do we really have to put for God's sake every freaking tiny little thing for the world to know and to see? My relationship with social network (SN) is bittersweet. Pretty naive for me to put my world for everyone to look at and talk about. Now, is privacy a luxury or we simply succumb to the needs of being in the "IT" society who is constantly letting people to creep on our life without knowing it is happening.

Ramadhan is just 4 days away and I'm truly excited for it. My first Ramadhan in Canada was a bundle of joy. Haha not to say I really enjoyed it but to be able to say "I'm fasting" was as hard as breaking pieces of rock from a priceless fossil. So, are you ready for it?

ADULT

Approaching 21, felt time passes by like the speed of light. Leaving me hanging whenever boredom kicks the door. Have I learned enough to keep my sanity at bay, should I start wishing for good fortune? Maybe fate will take me to the unknown world. Full of secrecy and unexpected visitors.

Should we grow up and be matured as what people expected? I wonder how to answer this question. Maybe I will have more time if the distractions of keeping grudge can be eliminated. Ah love. Speaking of it. I may have found my true love. Not my first, but something about this particular feeling of fluttering heart and skip-a-beat-kinda-thing whenever I see him after weeks of being apart.

So does God has a bigger plan for me? I think yes.

PYRAMID

You are not a Malaysian if you dislike/hate food. Wherever you go, people would just make themselves available for 'food feast' or shall I say, kenduri? Pennyless, effortless, and all you have to do is dress up and make yourself presentable as the bride/groom's friend. A complete package meal with all the necessities in the food pyramid is fulfilled. Well, minus the fat and cholesterol percentage which un-surprisingly manage to exceed the amount required by one's body.

I always love food. I can't think of any moments where this word can be a nightmare to me. Despite all the harsh words I said about food whenever the number on the weighing scale increased, deep down in my stomach I would never hate them. In fact, you should cherish this magnificent gift. Being myself whose culinary skill is close to null, I occasionally find myself

envying those who can cook. Bahaaaa more things to learn then!

So, don't ever take it seriously if I start to rant about food 'cause now you know, if I'm down, get me a chocolate cake and I will be all good again.

ahhhh much love in this world, eh?

WEEK

It all comes down on how you define life. Your goals, your hurdles. After you have achieved whatever you wish for (night and day), do you ever stop to turn around and realise that you have forgotten your pure intention of being where you are now? I do that all the time.

Pure bliss and happy. That is how my life should be. I don't need anyone to tell me what to do, who should earn my respect, who should I care for because at the end of the day, I will be alone. All I ever wanted is a decent life with the ones I love.

Leave me if later you will find no interest of talking to me or perhaps saying hello when we bump into each other on the streets.

Ah life is good, eh?:)

FRUST

omg.

i'm gonna screw you up

that's it

i'm so loaded with anger and frustration that i'm going to scream at your face

argh i need a pack of ice to cool myself down

DAMN YOU