Friday, November 28, 2003

after beraya kat us for 4 years, beraya kat rumah mmg trasa sgt best.. even though takder org sgt. makcik2 and pakcik2 yg duduk sebelah rumah semua balik kampung. maklumla, diorg masih ada mak/bapak mentua lagi. then kakak2 aku yg ada anak2 semua balik kampung gak... sunyi giler rasanyer... tinggalla aku dan adik2 dan mak + abah jer.

kitorg tak beraya ngan abah+mak sbb abah aku anak yg paling tua and nenek+atuk aku dah takder. so, adik2 abah aku yg dtg ke rumah. kalau ikut abah beraya mmg tak beraya la gamaknyer.. mak pun anak ke-4, jadi dia pun tak beraya sgt. diorg bila raya pertama sampai ketiga mmg tak gi mana2. skrg baru start... pegila ke rumah wak2 and bibik2 diorg yg masih ada.

aku lak, dah start keje dah skrg ni. demam lak tuh... skrg musim buah. rambutan mmg tak terkata la byk nyer.. and aku pun sedap jer makan sampai sakit tekak..

maybe by next week bila matde dah balik ke putrajaya, aku start gi rumah budak2 us yg lain...

Friday, November 21, 2003

since esok aku dah start cuti, aku nak mengucapkan....

SELAMAT HARI.... MAAF ZAHIR BATIN....semua...

bagi elly, hafiz, apu and hakam... since aku spend most of my times with you guys before aku balik... aku nak mintak ampun byk2 kalau aku ada buat silap esp. waktu2 aku PMS, sorryla.. time tu emo sikit... halalkan makan minum... kalau nak halalkan hutang2 aku (if any) pun ok gak... thanks for the good times...

to the rest all my friends yg baca blog ni.. aku mintak maaf kalau ada apa siliap... manala tau apa yg aku tulis kdg2 tu menyinggung hati sapa2 ker...

already... take care u all... tata...


Friday, November 14, 2003

is it ok if....
can i....
what if....

there's a lot that i want to write. but my mind is so numb and i'm not good with words either.. normally, when facing a situation that i don't know how to handle, i just stop thinking about it and let it be... but will i be able to do it?

to all malaysian students in umich especially elly, i hope u guys will stay strong... take care... hope to see you guys in malaysia.

Monday, November 10, 2003

hari raya... masa b4 masuk u, hari raya means i'll get at least one new baju raya & some duit raya; masa kat u, it means a lot of open houses to attend + don't have to cook for at least a few days; now, hari raya means endless shopping for family's brg2 raya+ mencuci rumah... yeah.. i have to basuh my house sbb dah byk sgt habuk accumulated.... and we do it only before raya. masa ni la nak bersihkan segala2nyer... my only adik perempuan pulak tgh amik spm, and my mom takyah tolong coz she's the only one who cooks. abah aku la kesian.... asyik kena bersihkan lumpur jer... kat rumah aku dah banjir 2 kali dah since puasa ni... kalau banjir lagi masa raya kang.. i don't know leee

tukar topic sat... hitz fm nyer issue this morning... heart or money.. kinda interesting issue... i think i have to go for the money... eheheh... mcm2 aku boleh beli kalau aku ada duit. keter pun takla takat kelisa jer.. i can go for peugeot 206 terus... then i can buy lots and lots of diamonds... buy a resort style condominium at hartamas... built my own swimming pool.... get a personal trainer... shops for furniture at IKEA...since i know wishing doesn't make it so, i just better stop now.

Thursday, November 06, 2003

skrg ni tgh rehat. today tak perlu beli apa2.. so, takyah keluar. bestnyer kalau ada keter baru.. sure engin pun senyap jer.. takderla mcm kereta aku yg setiap kali tekan minyak sure bunyik... pastu absorber pun bunyik gak...terciut ciut... ish... tak bersyukur betul aku ni... bukannyer kena bayar apa2 pun utk keter tu... bayar duit minyak jer...
tapi yg bestnyer... keter kancil ni.. 20 ringgit dah penuh dah tangki... pastu ulang alik gi keje... adala 5 ringgit. so.. kalau utk gi kerja jer tanpa singgah mana2... duit minyak cuma dlm 50 la seminggu..

bob... di mana anda? saja jer.. nak tau... sbb dah lama tak dgr brita... matde pun dah terindu2 ni...ehehehe

Monday, November 03, 2003

The Difference between Men and Women

Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

Then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says aloud, "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"

There is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward... I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person? And Roger is thinking: So that means it was... let's see... February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means... lemme check the odometer... Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed--even before I sensed it--that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected. And Roger is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600! And Elaine is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. God, I feel so guilty putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.

And Roger is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the scumballs. And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems truly to care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking:Warranty? They want a warranty? I can't believe it! "Roger," Elaine says aloud. "What?" says Roger, startled. "Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have... Oh, God, I feel so..." (She breaks down, sobbing.) "What?" says Roger. "I'm such a fool," Elaine sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse." "There's no horse?" says Roger. "You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Elaine says. "No!" says Roger, glad finally to know the correct answer. "It's just that... It's that I... I need some time," Elaine says. (There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.) "Yes," he says. (Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.) "Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?" she says. "What way?" says Roger. "That way about time," says Elaine. "Oh," says Roger. "Yes." (Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.) "Thank you, Roger," she says. "Thank you," says Roger.

Then he takes her home. She lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it. (This is also Roger's policy regarding world hunger.) The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions but never getting bored with it, either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?"
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i've read it somewhere... tapi maybe masa tu aku budak2 lagi and i did not realize that it is actually true. sometimes girls tends to think more about relationship (psl2 yg tak perlu la).... sbb dulu masa ramai kawan perempuan.. selalu gak borak2 pasal boyfriend masing2 esp in high school, i know it is stupid... mcmla yg lelaki tu pk pasal kita pun.... so, girls out there... stop thinking too much about your relationship or boyfriend... and just do whatever you want with your life... if the guy truly loves you... he'll accept you no matter what... but if he doesn't... i'm sorry... live goes on i suppose.