Does colour really matter?

I had a deep conversation with a very close friend yesterday. This friend of mine is currently studying overseas, doing very well in law. She completed her degree earlier this year and went on for a BVC (Bar Vocational Course) and LLM (something like a master in law) to have a greater achievement. But two courses running at the same time? Aren't that a bit too much? I'm confident with this girl. We went on and on with the usual mumblings. Frankly speaking, both of us had opened up a lot to each other and shared so much personal stuffs ever since i enquired her a problem she was facing back then.

She has a steady partner. At the same time, there are a lot of admirers too. Previously she told me there was this white guy who didn't believe she was attached. There are new "additionals" lately with a Bangladeshi, a mixed-Taiwanese and an old "bodyguard". No worries. She is as loyal as a puppy but there are no denials that her current relationship is not doing very well.

So i was asking her about the white guy and she said she hated whites. She sounded depressed. The conversation unfolded slowly with her pouring in more problems of hers. According to her, the whites there are bias and discriminative, sucks and yucks.(Now you see why i never choose overseas as my education place. WHy pay so much to suffer there and having people poking at you and criticising you and your country? I think tour and travel are enough but not staying for a long period of time. No matter how i dislike this BoLehland, this is still a place i call H.O.M.E) I tried to console by jokingly asked her to tell the whites, "nah, see..my skin is white as well!". But when she replied, "Unfortunately, i'm yellow.", I went into silence. Her response kinda saddened me and i felt really bad for her. Does colour really matter? I'm yellow as well. You want white? You can be white anytime. BLeach yourself! I thought what separate a person would be their personalities and attitudes, and not being grouped under colours. After all, we are all under one umbrella; the homo sapiens. I can shake hand with an Indonesian if that person is not mean. I can laugh together with a Bangladeshi if that person is sincere. I will give a hug to anyone is nice and really deserve it. What is so wrong with that as long as they don't smell, no bad intention and only trying to be a friend, what is bloody fucking wrong with that?

Is there any untouched, virgin piece of land left? I would love to develop my own country with only selected people living there. I am so gonna name it as simple as "SimpliCity". Anybody with any skin colour can stay there BUT through the recommendation by the Simplicitions because I cannot afford and don't want to risk having any retards, morons, jerks, especially cow faces & selfish persons to "pollute" my place. Trading can only be done using super fine dark chocolates with AT LEAST one whole hazelnut inside (No bits, quarters or halves but WHOLE! else will be a serious offence) which I shall call "Choklit". So, if you are selling langsat in the night market, you should start shouting "Selonggok, se-chocklit. Selonggok se-chocklit." Ringgit is no longer a valid thing. Thank you.

Bye, Mr. 2005! Hello, Ms. 2006!

I am:

• not going to make any new year resolutions and never will
• looking forward to my big plan next year
• going to sit back and relax
• going to take a short break
• going to bid Mr. 2005 farewell and welcome Ms. 2006
• going to be so busy next week

I wish:

• my family members stay healthy in the coming years
• to spend more time with my family members especially my parents
• to see SK & LM get together *wink wink* - I'll be so so so happy!
• to see JL (pls come back. i miss you)
• that I will not regret following my 2006 big plan
• less sial and more happiness for me

I never wish for anything in material. Abnormal for a girl, rite? Hehe...

• No SK-II set
• No Bobbi Brown set
• No Crabtree & Evelyn set

In a box called "Mind"

***Forget about the previous post. The fire keeps coming back whenever I read another comment. Shall release diu-lady's tyre's air and that diu-husband's tyre's air when i got the chance. Damn farking easy to recognise one of those "wannabe" cars. Wanna kan, wa kan ho lu khua. Okay. Stop. Shut up. The end. Period.***

Ever in your life that you hold on to a principal so tightly that you never thought you would give up? Have you ever been so firm on something and never have a clue it might change one day? Did it ever cross your mind that something you would forever say "no" and now you are contemplating to say "maybe"? Hah, no! I'm not talking about s.e.x. Something beyond that.

I have always believed that I was born the way I am and I should stay the way it is. Nobody can change me unless I do it willingly myself. I don't believe in forces. Even if I am not happy about anything regarding myself, if i am given a chance, i seriously do not want any changes. I accept myself, the one with the flaws, completely incomplete one. I am a Buddhist but I don't think I am a pure or devoted Buddhist. Neither do i plan/want to convert to any religion because I believe I've been put here for a reason and the same applies to everyone else. I'm not sure how should i put it. I'm here today simply because of the existence of my religion or purely because of my parents' guidance? I can't really answer that for a moment. But there's one thing I'm sure, during my growing process, I learn through observation and absorbing the good norms which eventually shape the person i am today.

I've been bombarded with a question lately. Something i would just flicked my fingers and said "no". But that day, my mind froze. All of a sudden, I had second thought. I wasn't sure how to answer that. I wanted to say "no" but my heart didn't want to. Never have i thought i would be caught under these kind of circumstances. I've always read news with people going against the norm and thought these are the drama queens. What's so hard of sticking to your faith? I totally experienced it and I'm not sure what i'm holding right now is favouring or against myself. I hope that it would be a "one-hit-wonder" kind of thing. I shall not think too much.

Dee.Dee.Dee (Damn Diu Day)

I AM FUCKINGLY MAKE-LOVINGLY TULAN! DIU, DIU, DIU!!!

Today, mum is going to cook a feast, inviting my relatives whom i haven't seen for quite some time including the pair of twins I first saw last year.(They are 1-year-old already! I haven't seen them since I blogged about them on my 2nd post - A little peek inside)

Pa drove my car to the market this morning to get the remaining stuffs. He actually went down and came up again to ask where did i park my car after his attempt to locate it failed. Must be wondering why he couldn't call instead, huh? Telekom screwed the fixed phone line last night and nobody switched on the handphone yet. 30 mins later, he called back and this time he said my car got screwed.

I quickly rushed down to see my baby and my heart almost "died" when i saw her. Damn painful. This malay lady opened her door WITHOUT looking/bothering whether there was any other car from behind. (your grandpa bought the road issit?????). With her so called "cow-buffalo-horse-forces", she successfully dented and put scratches on my baby. I knew I could never expect any compensation from malays because i live in MALAYsia.

This farking lady made my pa, bro and me waited so long under the hot burning sun for her farking husband to come from Bangsar. I damn pissed when she said her father is a policeman. So what?????? So you are trying to threaten us indirectly? It's your fucking fault, you know. Finally the farking husband came with his "dunno-what-shit" car, with his berlagak face and attitude, he said "Saya boleh bayar seratus saja." My pa tried to talk nicely to him explaining this damage would not cost only 100. At least you farking bastard willing to pay 200, we will be willing to fork out the rest. Besides, we did not want any of us to lose our insurance ncb. This chaocibai husband kept on repeating the same sentence and not listening to what my pa said. He even mentioned if we both reported the incident, he would only have to pay not more than 150 for the summon. He said his kancil saja, ncb tak banyak. Mine is over 20k already. You chaocibai malay, now it's your fucking wife's fault. IT'S YOUR FUCKING WIFE'S FAULT!!! You sounded like we are the one owing you. Not a single apology. Fine. It's not like we could not afford to pay. We were not going to beg you for the money either. Go to make police report. CHAOCIBAI.

I tell you, in my whole life i never cursed the malays so badly. I grew up with malay peers since i was at a very young age. (Aiza, Diyana, Zuraida, Afra, Nazima, Liyana, Hazwani, Joanna, Nadira and so many others that I couldn't finish listing down. We bonded, ok. WE BONDED!!!)We never had any issues because we know how to respect and accomodate each other's need. I even defended the malays when there were people passing the wrong judgement against them. Only a few weeks ago, 3 of my friends happened to work in Kedah for the coming SUKMA and they kept on complaining to me regarding the malays there. I tried my best to convince them in a nice way that not all are bad because of the few rotten ones. Try to ask my friend around or even my lecturer, I would always say malays at my hometown are not as complicated as malays living in KL. They are simple and we can communicate like a big family. During my secondary school life, we, the non-malays never make a squeak for the quota system eventhough it was obviously unfair to us.

But after today's incident, I am damn pissed off. Enough is enough. I can no longer tolerate and respect these kind of ridiculous people and nuisance. But there's one thing I would like to remind "us" all. "We" stand here today because "we" worked hard for it. "We" pulled ourselves through the overcharged private colleges and universities because "our" SPM A's are not as pretty as the B's, C's and D's. "We" do not have Mr. Gov as "our" guardian angel. "We" are vulnerable but "we" crawl back and set up "our" own shield.

I am not a racist but today, i am angry. No apology to my malay peers because you and i know this is the truth.

If my pa was early or late 1 second, he could have avoided all these "suehs". I always believe that things are destined/fated. Everything happens for a reason. Perhaps, I should disregard these few bad apples and rotten eggs.

.: See for yourself. I know it's minor but I damn tulan :.

.: Farking-diu lady and her farking retarded car. Padan muka, her door oso dented. Who asked her to open with all her might? :.

.: Farking-diu Club Med, Hard Rock, Planet Hollywood & master of fucking Mafia car stickers. So damn uuh-lioa, why bo lui poi? :.

Thousand apologies

O-kay. Beribu-ribu ampun, first of all. I am still alive, che abang dan che kakak. I'm neither captured by aliens nor killed by my enemies. I'm only being piled under my work and pressure. I still blog and i will continue to blog whenever i can do so. Just that i have deadlines to meet, well, almost every week i guess. Blardy fool.

Watched TYG already. DVD though. My goody goody brother bought it. How nice. Love Tony Jaa as ever but i still like OB much more. The posts below (ever since the last one) have been written long time ago but i never seem to bother to click the "Publish Post" button.. Don't ask me why. No idea on that.

Have been hooked to "The Movies" lately. Well, not really lately but few months ago??? Similar to "The Sims". In case anyone who does not know, I'm a freak when it comes to games like Emperor, Zeus, Sims, Sims2, SimCity, SimCoaster, SimFarm, SimZoo and the list goes on. ok, I admit. I'm a Sims fanatic. In fact, I grow up playing anything from Sims. I've played all The Sims expansions but have yet to explore Sims2 expansions. Who cares? You jealous, arr?? ;p

Oh, yea.. Before i get the hell outta here, wanna say a "BIG HI" to Ms. Stella & Mr. Azryl ;p
Stella: Don't laugh too loud
Azryl: Make sure no mirrors in your room

" M e r r y C h r i s t m a s , e v e r y o n e ! "

Friday Night Fever

X'Files Party. Eh, no.. X'Mas Party, i mean. I'm lazy to write. Just enjoy the photos, k? ;) I mean here. Just to note, tak banyak photos. To be precise, FOUR silly photos only. Uploaded there cos i can't upload it here. Image won't appear. Entah lah kenapa. Btw, got "Pandora Box 2" present again. I don't remember where I chuck "Pandora Box 1" present - an inflatable cushion. Hope that PB2 present will disappear itself. La.di.da ^_^

*Below are the lyrics for my group Christmas performance. Can you believe i actually contributed 60%-70% of the lyrics? Oh dear, not only i shocked my group members, I also surprised myself with my whacky mind and wild imagination. Never realised i could go that far. =.=" Not good, not good.

-JINGLE BALLS-
Ryan's balls, Ryan's balls
Hanging on the wall
One side big, one side small
Swinging on and off, hey!

Robotman, Robotman
Has a toe fetish
Sucking here licking there
Giggling everywhere

Suren is pervert
Suren is hamsap
Fantasizing all night long
Is what he's doing best

(Chorus)
Oh, jingle balls, jingle balls
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun, it is to sing
On this knowledge night

Kalai is shorty
He has a goatee
Getting taller everyday
And not to be a gay
*Repeat chorus

Janet is blur box
Nor is Melayu rock
Yasmin is a pussy cat
ANd Michelle loves her sex
*Repeat chorus (x3)

Transit

MTV aired a short story called “Transit” in conjunction with the World Aids Day on the 1st of December. The 1-hour story was very simple yet remarkable. I was amazed by the storyline. By the end of the show, the message they were trying to convey/spread across the world was indeed VERY clear.

The show wasn’t 100% in English since I heard some ‘hola’s and ‘si’s. I was trying hard to read the subtitles as fast as I could as they flashed by rather quickly.

Basically, it was about how 4 different people from different corner of the world actually transmitted HIV/AIDS from one to another. Amazing isn't it? Never thought of that, huh?

The story went like this: Two best pals named Champinon and Blanco are staying together in the Mexico City. Blanco is a handsome bloke but he is a womaniser. He already has a steady girlfriend somewhere else but hook up with another at Mexico City. On the other hand, Champinon struggles hard to get a girlfriend. Tatjana, a girl who lives in St. Petersburg wants to get out from that place so long and she headed for Mexico City. There, she seeks shelter from a friend which turns out to be Blanco's current girl. During her stay there, Champinon develops feelings for her. Blanco being Blanco, has actually slept with Tatjana (yalaa, slept with friend's bf, damn slut) before she decides to be with Champinon.

While in Los Angeles, a girl called Asha went to Nairobi to shoot a hip-hop music video where she meets Matthew who comes from Kenya. From there, both of them have a fling together.

The plot uncovers when Tatjana realises that she got pregnant. Champinon is going somewhere (Nairobi if not mistaken - i was too into the whole thing until i didn't know where) else for business trip that morning but got so excited after Tatjana delievers the news to him herself. They both headed for a clinic where the doctor confirms the pregnancy and...and...and... jeng.jeng.JENG!!! Tatjana actually got pregnant longer than the time she is together with Champinon. To cut long story short, Champinon is damn heartbroken and he meets Asha in a pub and they have a one-night stand thingy after Asha found her long-time sweetheart is also cheating on her.

The best part (which is the ending): Asha finds herself to be HIV+ and accuses Matthew to be the one who infected her. (yorrr, i also tot Matthew was the one. -BUT-) Not trusting that, Matthew braved himself up for a medical check up where the result shows negative. (which will likely to be positive soon) I really like the part where he told Asha "YOU are the one who infected me." When the truth is out, the moment is just so "aww" and my heart really goes out to him.(silly me, just a show ok) SO, WHO IS THE ACTUAL HIV CARRIER? And the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth emerges when Tatjana's friend from St Petersburg visits her and also brings the news that Tatjana's ex is currently lying in the hospital, infected with AIDS. Tudiaaa...So, count your fingers now. How many people have already been infected?