Sick-est

It's cold...

I'm cold...

I've a cold...

Need I say more dear diary?

Only thing I'm contemplating is whether I should take the meds now or later...

No decision today... not yet at least.

Alternative - Yoga Special

Don't fret if the fatwa says no more yoga or inappropriate dresscode. There's a simple alternative.

Facts:

1. Yoga is for exercise.

2. You don't wear baggy clothes per say to do yoga now do you?

Solution:

Perform the Solat!

Why?

1. It's the Islamic way of life

2. It's good exercise (5 times a day + Solat Sunat if you like)

3. Aurat confirm kena tutup. What? Panas? Hot? Well hell is hotter they say. Call it practice.

Hohohohohohoho... come on now. Do as you please but if you want others to see your point of view, try seeing theirs too. It'll work out.

Dark

Yesterday...

Later during the day...

Later that night...

Then this morning...

No wonder dear diary, I feel calm in this darkness. 

Time to move on.

Numbers

Huissyyyhh dear diary... tap tap tap and they're all numbers.

Seriously, I wanted to started with a clean slate. Everything new (some of it), fresh and sacred (to some extent). But these fools ain't making it easy. I mean like if you're having to deal with your own crap then so be it. Just do that by yourself. There is no reason to spread the stinkin' shit around. I got my own crap and I ain't shittin' all over you now am I? No sirree!

I have my own interest at heart and if you think you're part of my interest then you're wrong fool! I ain't born yesterday and I ain't dumb. You're the fucking dumbfuck shithead... Wow I've not been angry in a while. This feels shitty.

Anywho, I gots to keep a straight face and pretend that I'm cool with the shit. At least for the time being. It's fucked when there's old folks involved. I gots hearts to care for. I ain't weak yo! I just gots respects for 'em ol' folks. Sigh... *smiles*

Lastly, orang mabuk memang buruk!! (not limited to one caused by alcohol)

Satu lagi last... Lord knows I miss you (jeng, jeng, jeng!!!)

Lauryn Hill

I miss dear diary...

It could all be so simple
But you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

Is this just a silly game
That forces you to act this way
Forces you to scream my name
Then pretend that you can't stay
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin'
It ain't workin'
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy
This is crazy

I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself
As painful as this thing has been
I just can't be with no one else
See I know what we got to do
You let go and I'll let go too
'Cause no one's hurt me more than you
And no one ever will

Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me

There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me

Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me

Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me

Sigh... Why doesn't anyone make songs like this anymore?

Found It

It was a very peaceful weekend dear diary...

Things are falling into place (by things I mean nothing in particular). My GF turned 33 on Sunday and that romantic weekend didn't quite happen. I surprised her on Thursday with a mega gift (no pun intended) and knowing her, she loves it. Ya'll gonna have to ask her what I got for her coz I ain't telling. 

Since there was a slight change of plans, we decided to just sit back on Saturday, have a romantic dinner (I was suppose to cook) and sip on some first class red. But then we made a slight detour after catching Madagascar 2 that evening. We landed at James The DVD Guy's shop and while picking random titles, I suddenly thought about asking for one particular title. It's a classic. I searched before I asked. So I figured he won't have it anyway so no harm asking.

"Eh you have West Side Story ah?"

"Yesssss of course!"

"You sure or not?"

"It's an old film rite? You want to bet?"

"You sure or not the rite one?"

"Come we bet. I got waaannn. It's with Natalie what wan ah?"

"Natalie Wood!!"

"Ah yes laaa.. want to bet or not?"

In my head I was thinking if I lost then I'll give Tapir's number to him...

"This one rite? Nah see"

"OMG!! OMFG!!!!"

I finally found what I've been looking for. Brings back memory. The idea I had about space, freedom and happiness. I love it. The moment I got home, I popped in the DVD and forced my GF to sit and watch it with me. It's hillarious that I remember all the lines, the lyrics and even moves! I'm so happy I forgot to cook dinner! Sorry babe but your fish was excellent.

I learned something this weekend. First is that red is my poison (actually we all know that) and secondly, my toothpaste taste like Tea Leaf. There's this bitter after taste. I think it gives me gas.

Finally, Happy Birthday My Love!

Note: The most beautiful person ever to me is Natalie Wood (Sorry Audrey... Hepburn)

Raya Is OVERRRR

I feel a sorethroat coming up dear diary...

Ok so Raya is officially overrrrr.. Ok so it has been over for quite sometime now. 2 weeks? I have not been writing here in a while. Apologies. I am a very busy person by choice. I love my life.

So just a few updates since I last wrote. See things romantically will soon take a sudden twist. Well not all so sudden really. It's just that I'm taking my lovely on a romantic weekend break. I mean, it's all we have time for. Yeah I know it's sad that we can't make the time. Hey at least this short trip is something.

Business wise... things could be better. We're all working our ass off as usual trying to make this dream a reality. I sound like I own Akedemi Fantasia. We're realy trying to make things happen and in this short period of time, it's overwhelming. Again things could be better but we love what we have. We're thankful.

Spiritually... a whole new level. It's amazing. It's calming. It's almost time to raise a child.