Love In The Time Of Cholera

I have been silently reading a lady blog who owns a collection of books larger in number than those we have in the IRC. She only talks about books, and little of her life (which is not so interesting, anyway) and I envy her because she gets to spend money and time on fictions and non-fictions.

If there were two things that cruelly separates me with this passion of mine, they are of course, time and money.

Well. Time can be managed. I can always squeezed time during sleep reading and substitute the nap(s) to finish a book. I don't really buy when people say they don't have time to read reasons being busy, study or work.

If you want it, you will make time for it, yes?

But money, is a big problem for me. No my parents don't pay for my books, at least 10 years ago they did. I never asked from them anyway, it's kind of luxury I pay for myself. Thus living in the era where fashion and beautification are accepted as nature, I learn to prioritise and compromise my budget.

So back to the story. I listed down the interesting titles on post-it (old timer type of girl I am) and folded them in my wallet. One of them is this Love in the Time Of Cholera by Gabriel Marquez.

I'm hungry for a true beautiful writing that can move this rigid heart of mine (ceh!). Enough of Sophie Kinsella crappy (but addictive) style, I want true blue literature! Btw, Kinsella's newest Remember Me is in store end of February if I'm not mistaken.

Once the Oprah recommended this under Oprah Book Club (stern warning, I am not an Oprah fan) and I guess that is when the books went wooooshed from the bookstore shelves.

However when I learn that the book is RM49.90, I choked a little bit.
That is 10% of my loan monthly allowance.

So dear friends, and boyfriend.
If you have the slightest intention to keep me happy, bubbly and funny.
I reckon you chip in together and get this for me.

Never mind if you fail to get the cover as below, because it's first edition.
You were probably still wet your pants when the first edition was released.

Sofea and Her Bully

Sofea : Urggggh let go! Ur chubby hands is suffocating me!

Sofea : Ahhh.. that's better. The big baby is asleep now. Now I can breath (and steal camera focus on me!)

Sofea : Ohhh.. what the hell! The arm feels like a huge marshmallow!

Of Ghost Story And I Don't Want To Be A Butterfly

Well, well, seemed like the Crapiology Part 1 received massive attention from the girls.
Suka lah tu I cakap pasal korang.

Btw, all the girls went home last weekend and left me alone, in the house.
(read that with an echo)
The house is only occupied by 4 of us, and other 4 empty, locked rooms (ghastly kann??).
I heard moving chairs, slammed cupboard doors at water running. I so believed it is coming from the upper floor but the girls were making 'omygod' expressions, escp Zaza.
Last night, I heard someone knocking on our door. But we were too asleep to open it so the knocking stopped.
I thought it was Zaza because she did knocked before, but she said it wasn't her. I don't totally believe her, because she always want to believe the eerie side of the story.
The other could be Fatin, but I guess she was busy engaged with someone in Holland.
And the other could be,
you know.

Luckily I have the most desirable (so far at top rank) boyfriend who refused to let me talk to the wall, the bed, and the cupboard, so we ended up watching 3 movies that weekend.

The other thing is, the heat is up.
We are having a final semester briefing this afternoon.
And believe me when I tell you we're signing up for the career interview workshop this weekend.
Us + UTP events = odd, weird, combination.
There a lot of what ifs conversation, which of course, resolve to no solutions at all.
'What if I dapat Miri?'
'What if I dapat Kerteh?'
'What if I takleh survive long distance????'

Ayah said it's not the end of the world if Kerteh is the place.
I know. But I'm still taking time to convince myself that.
Btw, why all parents say that? Don't they know their child inside out?
Are they not aware we could die without our normal sets of friends?
I'm pretty comfortable in my cocoon and I don't want to be a butterfly!
Whatever the fish it means!!

Before I toodles (adorable-ly), here's a newsflash.
Someone is breaking up. And it's not me, silly.

Crapiology Part 1

Maturity rank.
(Based on your friends' assessment and observation thruout the 5 years, or less, judging on how you act in front of them, your sillyness, relationship wise excluded)

1. Ziana
2. Sara
3. Ealya
4. Fatin
5. Haney
6. Zaza
7. Fifa
8. Zu

Comments are very much appreciated.

p.s I have class like one or two per day. Therefore we had a lot of thinking to do.

The First Week

Do I hear someone misses me?

Today, Zaza and I woke up and rushed to the pool.
Lately she developed a huge craving for swimming. And I bet it has something to do with her current bf.
Neeza was there too. I mentioned her because I silently envy her TYR suit, which cost around RM400, which I rather spend on trips or holidays with the girls.

Then I headed back, and off to Facilities Engineering, Transportation and Storage Class.
I dried my hair thanks to Fifa huge hair dryer, of course.

Something tells me that this swimming frenzy is going to last long.
The fact that tomorrow is holiday and the pool is closed is not going to stop Zaza (and her dragged-along friends) for an illegal swim-session.
Well, her bf is a climber after all, she may pick up some tips on climbing the pool wall.

Things been good so far.
I say it's good because when we were in crowd, we feel a (imaginary) breeze sweeping off our faces, telling us to enjoy the last months here.
And also, seniors get to do a lot of stuffs, such as calling other people adik, so better still,
weh! tepi sikit. kau batch mane?


Back In Campus

I'm back in UTP.
Physically, nothing changed around campus except several unfamiliar road signage stressing the speed limit around the jalan raya.
Huh, pelik.
And the road connecting old V5 and front main entrance road is nearly completed.

Oh ya.
Did I tell you about my latest affair?
I went to Faera's room and saw a guitar.
She thought me some notes.
And I played Leaving on a Jet Plane.
Slow, but ok.

I am madly in love with the guitar I don't want to let it go.
Anw, the one at home belongs to Ayah is so huge, and he is a bad teacher after all.
This talented friend of mine, not only being talented and skillful, but also teaches notes very well.
There are 3 notes je pun.

My first time and she said I did good!
Guess I'm not so bad with fingers after all.

Tomorrow I'm thinking of getting a guitar myself.
And my fingers hurt, but once in a while I don't mind.

Tagged by Ms Alia Baizura, My Only Blogging Buddy.

1. Name one person who made you laugh last night.
:: must be Qusyairi. I laughed at him all the time just to piss him off.

2. What were you doing at 0800?
:: Serving dinner.

What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
:: Serving drinks, the paklong and maklong were here.
(ohhh I'm getting domesticated by all this long holiday! *gasp*)

4. What happened to you in 2007?
:: The internship at KLCC maybe? Other than that, nothing major worth mention happened.

5. What was the last thing you said out loud?
:: Ma, tengok Ari ni relax-relax tak study punnn!!!
I'm a nightmare of eldest sister who complain about everything to the parents.

6. How many beverages did you have today?
:: Cold white milk, tea, and vitagen.

7. What color is your hairbrush?
:: I don't have one. I rarely comb my hair.

8. What was the last thing you paid for?
:: Last Saturday Komuter's ticket. He-he.

9. Where were you last night?
:: Home, folding clothes, ironing school uniform.
Seeee.. seeee! I'm domesticated ! Help !

10. What color is your front door?
:: It's brown solid door.

11. Where do you keep your change?
:: In your pocket?

12. What’s the weather like today?
:: Like Billie Myers said, Kiss the Rain.
In other word, raining.

13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor?
:: Rainbow sherbet, raspberry sherbet, pralines and cream.
Depend on the weather of the mood swings.

14. What excites you?
:: New clothes! New season of episodes! Fat account balance!
And the sight of him with his shades (because I know that means good mood baby!)

15. Do you want to cut your hair?
:: Ding dong la soalan ni.

16. Are you over the age of 25?
:: Heeeee.. not yet.

17. Do you talk a lot?
:: What do u think?

18. Do you watch the O.C.?
:: Yess.

19. Do you know anyone named Steven?
:: No.

20. Do you make up your own words?
:: Sometimes, I do what others do best.
I plagiarise.

21. Are you a jealous person?
:: You don't want to know.

22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’.
:: Alia. Afifah. Azra. Afidah.

23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’.
:: Kruk kruk. A friend indeed when you ran out of words.

24. Who’s the first person on your received call list?
:: The bf. U lupa ye u ade gf?

25. What does the last text message you received say?
:: Rumah I black out, my dad call tnb pastu kate rumah i ade keramaian..kesian pengantin panas..ade ke my dad tu.
Cuba teka siapa?

26. Do you chew on your straw?
:: Eiii no.

27. Do you have curly hair?
:: As straight as ruler.

28. Where’s the next place you’re going to?
:: Tronoh, Perak.

29. Who’s the rudest person in your life?
:: Myself.

30. What was the last thing you ate?
:: Low fat yoghurt. House fill with healthy food.

31. Will you get married in the future?
:: Lalalallalaal ta-ra lalalala

32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks?
:: Road to perdition.

33. Is there anyone you like right now?
:: My definition of like may differ from yours.

34. When was the last time you did the dishes?
:: Before dinner, after dinner.
I wake up everyday straight to the kitchen for the dishes.
How scary is that?

35. Are you currently depressed?
:: Yesss I am. Don't want to face another semester of books and lecturers!

36. Did you cry today?
:: No, Not today, not yesterday and hopefully not tomorrow.

37. Why did you answer and post this?
:: Alia. She thought I am confused.

Well now, I am.

Sarah Engagement

Congratulations Sarah Dear!

When I say dear, I really mean, very very dear to my heart.
(Auuw Chinn is getting intimate with her feelings!)

Finally, someone in the clan is about to get married.

I told Sarah the other day that she is our version of Christina Yang.

And the wedding date is going to be around mid July (kan Sar?)
So ladies, cepat plan nak pakai baju apa!!

It was a happy happy day.
Even we got shuuush by all the aunties who crowd around the room when they put on the engagement ring.
We didn't get to see Sarah's expression (I bet she's tearful at the time, Sarah being Sarah!)
Tengok gambar Fifi je lah nanti... Hmm tak sabar, nak gambar Fifi!!

Edited :
someone is sulking because I didn't mentioned her, not being with us.
Well, you know who you are.
And you know if you were there, the pictures would have been prettier...
Oh ya, btw adik imaginary u flew all the way from Kuching and dropped by.

Whos's next?
I bet Fifa.

One Tree Hill Season 5 Premiere

I just need to stick on to this old flame of mine.

Because it is a way of reminding me of how the bf and I started years back.
No, it's not that I need a tv series to reminisce old times, but something to keep me smile when..mmm you know, you miss the presence of the person.

And oh.
I always love the songs. Always always always.

They played the Verve Pipe- The Freshmen at the end of the it.
And it felt so nostalgic.

I don't want to live in the past.
But I sure do need constant reminding how great times can never be replaced.

We are officially final year final semester.
I only have 4 months for him as arm candy every, single, day.

Till Kingdom Come- Coldplay
Hold my head inside your hands,
I need someone who understands.
I need someone, someone who hears,
For you, I've waited all these years.
For you, I'd wait 'til kingdom come.
Until my day, my day is done.
And say you'll come, and set me free,
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.

The Day I Grew Fat

It's 12.00 midnight.
You can hear your tummy growling.
Suddenly you crave for something you shouldn't, at time you shouldn't.

The excuses come excused themselves.
Either the dinner portion equals to countable droplets of rice.
Or you didn't even take dinner, at all.

So there you go. Midnight snack.

Midnight craving is undoubtedly irresistible.
Hard to ignore, almost like a possession.

I had a scary, scary experience on the day I learnt I grew fat.
It happened exactly 6 years ago when I was in MRSM.

Cravings used to be as normal as breathing.
I started humbly by taking nasi lemak from a small cafe just right downstairs every morning. (The recess time was around 10 am, and you must know I had taken my heavy breakfast at 7 morning)

Despite that we were provided 6 meals at school per day.
My appetite seemed to grow as big as the eyes can see, and I started my affair with midnight snack.
Every single damn night, right before I went to bed, I faced a strong irresistible force to eat.
Nasi lemak, nasi goreng, Maggy with Inda and Fifa and Lela, toast bread.
Maggy itik pun I pernah cuba ye.
I can finished the whole row of double-stuff Oreo at a time.
I sneaked to swallow a dollop of Nutella because I craved for chocolates.
If I ever ran out of snacks, I (and Ifa and Lela and Inda) would dig each others food basket for anything to munch.

Until I realised I was 56 kilos, and my proud shoulder frame drowned between the fats!
I gasped in front of the mirror, the day nature told me I couldn't fit into my Levis and stretchable U2.
I was one depressed soul that forced-hearted settled for khakis.
Tsk tsk tsk.

God knows how I tried to cut off food, but I tell you, we are inseparable.
I am one hard-headed person who would kill for a meal.

Luckily (lucky is unfair choice of word, I worked hard to kill my midnight-snack habit) I shrinked back to 45 kilos after SPM.
Mama helped a bit by quit buying Hobnobs, Maggy and all those tempting cheese spread, peanut butter jelly and of course, the magnificent Nutella.
So I only have the air and the tap water to munch between main meals.

Because of that, I try my best not to start the old affair with Mr Midnight-Craving.
For I don't want to ever go near to liking it again.
O yes, some people look very good with some fats.
And they feel good too (I still think some of my friends are more beautiful with those cute chubby-ness).
But not me. Definitely not me.

But at this very moment, my stomach is growling fiercely and my eyes are twinkling to the KFC leftovers in the fridge.
Hey, I had a very early dinner!

I'm Looking for a Song.

Actually, I'm looking for a tune for the blog.
Hahaha. Habislah korang.

One that is

...not emotional driven
...preferably male vocals (sorry girls)
...relax, and doesn't make you head straight to the little cross at the top right.
...nothing screams
'I have relationship trouble (because I don't!)',
'I'm so over you (yes you told us that at every entry, already dear)',
'I am a strong lady, I don't need a man in my life (because I do, I just hate to admit it!)'
or anything with emosi-lah basically.
...lyrics that can make up the next chapter of Sejarah Melayu.
...anything that is me.

I. Am. Hard. To. Please.

Thank you for noticing.

News? What's That?

At exactly 8 pm, when I was busy searching for newly released Project Runway, Gossip Girl, Greys Anatomy (I call Greys Anatomy crap now!) I overheard 8 pm news on the small tv from the kitchen.

There were nobody at the kitchen, as everyone including the folks were cuddling (cuddling?!) at the tv room in front eyes glazed over National Geographic Deadly Snakes in India or something sounds like that.

The news were talking about some shortage on cooking oil, which happened to shake everyone whom appeared in the news.
People were emotional, shaking their heads, and even getting angry at other people.
Everybody seemed like a real policemen, with the investigations, assumptions, and possibilities.

And at approximately 8.30 only, they changed the issue!

Lama kan, orang Malaysia cakap pasal harga minyak masak mungkin naik.
In fact, they spent half an hour on the prime time news.

Call me ignorant, but I stick to my Sex and the City and I don't care to turn my head at the screaming small tv from the kitchen.


Hey there lovely, today is already Friday the 4th!

Fifa asked my new resolution and I find a realistically-accomplished one.

For I shall talk gently with the elderly (by elderly I mean the makcik cafe, makcik kopetro such things la) and will not make weird and funny faces in front of them.

Well, the bf did mentioned I was rude with makcik cafe last time.
Not exactly rude to say.. but a little bit harsh?
So there. My resolution.

School started already.
Qusyairi is attending diving training 8-10 am every morning, then at noon he left to school.
He heard rumours about him being selected for the Sukma team, so his spirit went sky high, obviously.
So no need to wake him up at 7 am everyday. He's awake and full of energy after his cereal and waves me goodbye in between my sleepy eyes while I'm till crawling on bed.
He's having one-on-one morning training with the coach because apparently all his friends go for different schools this year, so they attend the afternoon session.
And mama will sit at the bench the whole two hours to company him since he's practically alone with the China coach that learnt new malay words such as 'punggung' (ass) and 'ada maju' (you have improved).
D e v o t e d mother, she is eh?

And the mother is on the working out mood.
She dragged me along to the gym where Qusyairi trains. Tomorow morning is another session.
Malasnya threadmill....
Gives her few weeks I bet the working-out seasonal spirit will eventually shifted back.
The thing is, she loves to talk while I prefer to listen to the Ipod.
And I'm not very much a talker at times...

The entry on Melaka's trip is taking unbelievably long time.
I started uploading the pictures since few days ago, and only today I accomplished the job.
But still, there are lot of snaps and videos from Fatin's and Zu video cam.
I wonder how I could get my hands on those, escp the one far in Kuching.

For those who pemalas to scroll a little bit under,
click Melaka Trip.

Shit, I miss the girls already.

Here Comes January

When I first stepped my little feet in UTP, I looked up every time I was introduced to seniors.
I wonder that time, how on-top-of-the-world they would feel if I were to put myself in their shoes.

But as usual as it sounds,
when the time really knocking at my door.
It does not feel like castle under the rainbow.
The F word (it's fyp, I had to swallow my own vomit just by uttering this word) is playing drum inside my head.

Turn out, final year final semester ain't that glorious after all.

Happy New Year babes. See you at convo, or Sara's wedding, whichever comes first.

Till then, the bed is calling.
X Men Worship-er