[Updated] Pre Febuary 2012 : The First Week Of Holiday

Written on 31^st January 2012

Ola! How are you guys doing? I know this will only put in the public until March 2012, which is a month away from now, that if only I am pass all of my courses for last semester, but I just can’t put all of this memories in my brain until that time, so here I am, pouring out my emotion into words.

Exactly on today, I have been on holiday for a week, means I have five more weeks to go. What am I doing so far and for the future? I guess just jacking up on my room table, in front of my dear laptop, just living up to my name; every day. What a pathetic way to spend the whole free time. I have put a thought to look up for a job and I had my eyes on one particular job at PermyMall (latest mall near to neighborhood) but I prefer spending time with my family and friends over customer, so I will and I must, or else, it just a waste of time. I’m talking about a whole lot of tick tock.

Here a little bit of things going on my life since the last time I posted my entry:

~ I am blessed to have met a new friend of mine who is willing to know me and give his hands to mine. Not that I have a fetish for hands, I don’t mean it literally, I mean he is willing to help me. He’s name is Ikmal Azami. Met him from a blog dimension and from there, friend relationship kind of bonded. He’s a student of UiTM. I texts and tweets him before eventually I met him on the last day of me staying at Shah Alam before departed to Miri for semester holiday. He’s freaking cheerful. I love that kind of energy. Of course there are some silence moments; I am shy to any male. Duh, but he’s a nice guy. He sent me and Stanley to Low Cost Carrier Terminal (LCCT) the next day, although it was supposed to be me and him only but I felt sympathy for Stan since he’s not as whore as me and can’t find anyone to help him (joking, I am no whore, just a slut), so I begged (damn, what a word, read as NOT LITERALLY) to Ikmal to help him too.

Me and Ikmal; I'm that short actually.

 ~ At the airport, I was literally sending a message to anyone there about Equality. Here is the story. Me and my three other friends (Tita, Imah & Syera) design a t-shirt with a word that we choose. For example, me with Equality and Tita with Security. I don’t know for Tita but I choose to wear that shirt on my way back home since it is appropriate because as you know, airport have like hundreds of people. In that case, my message is out there for everyone. I choose the word Equality as it such a powerful word for this modern world. I demand equality over everything that is positive to me. I want everyone, no matter what their sexes are, how much their monthly income are, what races and religion they are, and what sex preferences they are, everyone deserve to be treated the same. Stand on the same level as each other. I know, I know. Some conservatives won’t agree with me and screw them.

Pre-After

Post-After

Back of the shirt.

~ At the Miri Airport, I finally met another friend of mine who I met at Tagged (back when I was a user of that gayish social website, not anymore since 2009), named Ewan (not his real name). He picked me up since he is offering himself. We have a little bit stories back when, Imah know I guess. After sleeping for an hour on the airplane, I was pumped up to touch the land of Hornbills and in a good mood before it deteriorate, fast. He is kind of shy of me; he even said I’m like a superstar. Dude, you don’t know me. I’m a D-List, back when. Not even close to the word ‘super’, just a star. Merepek sudah. Anyway, after that we were hanging out a bit at Secret’s Recipe in Bintang Megamall. I met a waitress that resembles a lot of my second sister, Lyn, except she’s taller. Made me miss my family more.

~ I arrived the front of house’s door and there is no one waiting for me. I guess they don’t miss me. Nah, my mom and my first sister were actually at a friend’s house for open house since the day I’m home, it was Lunar New Year. Lyn was at the upstairs, sleeping, waiting for me long enough. While I was packing some of my stuff into the wardrobe, my sister telling me a bad news. The last time I was home from the first semester as a Diploma student, I got news that my late dad was diagnosed with cancer and now I’m home from the first semester as a Bachelor student, I am told that my little brother, Mike, is a smoker. Man, what a surprise and I was shocked. Peers pressure or just too much pressure studying and being away from family? I am sad and disappointed. I can’t judge him though. We are two completely different personalities. He is more to the masculinity and I’m, well, you know me, a bitch with dick. My life has been surrounded with females and females don’t really do smoking. I am blessed though, that I’m bitch on my own or else I’ll be smoking cigs like my brother (but I do smoking living gun that erected, erks). I hope he will soon realize that smoking is not healthy. Smoking lead to dozen of health complications, mostly causing cancer. Cancer killed our dad. Love you anyway, my brother.

~ Its scooter time again! My sister let me drove her scooter to E-Mart and PermyMall, after being away from that vehicle in five months. I love the feeling of driving a motorcycle with the wind touching the face. I don’t know why (luck perhaps?) but every time I was on the corner or the junction, it seems to be no any other vehicle on the way because I am suck at stopping a scooter after it is moving. I just can’t stop if the scooter is moving. I told my sister that if there is no other luck after that, I guess it’s time to say my last goodbye.

~ After a much discussed plan before the holiday, with a best friend of mine back in Secondary school, Kua Zegh Shin or Kuazi, I spent my Friday with her and bunch of her friends too, which of course, all Chinese, for Lunar New Year celebration. She, her sister and her mom picked me up at my house at Taman Ceria, which she thought I am still living at the woodhouse in Pujut 8 before I cleared up that fact. Her mom is fantastically gorgeous! I thought her mom will be like the typical old Chinese mom, not intended to sound racist. At the first house, I was served with dozen of foods and a carbonated drink that contained alcohol. Man, I don’t really do alcohol and not my thing (the last time I was drinking alcohol was in Christmas 2010). But if it served, I had to; beside I’m that type of drinker that doesn’t get drunk fast. Her friends think I’m Chinese since me talking Mandarin with them but I am proud to be an Ibanese, so I cleared that fact too. Later that night, we go to Riam where we watch some fireworks (it was beautiful!) and eat some more. Then they asked me to join them for a movie (Underworld 4) and karaoke session, but I declined. I just don’t have that spirit to be with them; moreover I don’t have freaking money. Yeah, money killed that spirit apparently.

Me in the sea of Chinese! Haha.. Peace!

Me and my BFF, I sat next to her back in Form 5.

~ Over the weekend, I spent my time with Ewan (refer to #3) and his friends (Mia, Mimi and the other girl, can’t recalled her name) at Beach Republic. Yes, I met new people again. They’re amazing on their own way. The place that we’re hangout at was spectacular. As it name say, it is a restaurant near the beach. The food was okay. I just love the amazing view of the sunset from the balcony of the restaurant. We (actually they are, I don’t really know what to talk since I don’t know them, I just broke in whenever I am interested with the topics) talked about boyfriends, Michael Jackson, the people who swimming in the nearest swimming pool, and other stuffs, basically we are gossiping. After that, we head to Imperial Hotel and I saw some eyes candy there. Yummy. Then I had my dinner with Ewan at Singapore’s Chicken Rice (SCR) Express in PermyMall, the girls are home, where I saw my former teacher who’s teaching me English back in 2007 and 2006, Cikgu Marina Tan, but I pretended that I don’t saw her. What a bad ex student, huh?

Me and Ewan. That close? Erks.

~ On Sunday, I am back to the Church for the first time after leaving it entirely during my study at Shah Alam. My bad. I was going with my mother and I am happy that I still able to step my feet into God’s house. There was this section where everyone in the church get to shake hands with each other, and as I turn my back, I met a classmate of mine in 2006 and 2007, Marry Faradza. What a way of reuniting. We didn’t talk much though, just sharing some hi and bye. I’m glad she still knows me, means I don’t changed much and that implied that I’m still a D-List. Duh.

Basically, that’s a bit of me. I am proud to be who I am. Of course, I am not perfect but I can live with that imperfection and maybe fix that imperfection if possible.

p/s: The holiday started means it’s time to shed some pounds that I gained over studying period. Yesterday I weighing at 65kg (143lb) and I’m targeting for 60kg or 132lb.