Sunday, March 18, 2012

The Romantics

she: you inspired me.
he: you inspired me too.
she: then we were supposed to be together.
he: i know.
she: i'm gonna go and i'm gonna tell everyone that you're okay.
he: but i'm not. i'm not okay.
she: you chose this.

you know i'm trying to change this feelings. i've done everything. other guys, other, other, other toms, other jobs, and they say that it gets easier with times, but it doesn't!!!
if anything the more time passes, the more i miss you.

i promise tonight is the last time i watch this movie. i promise not to repeat my favourite scene. i promise not to listen to the ost everytime i'm driving. i promise to break all my promises.

fashion police

tidak sabar mau ada husband sebab mau atur baju dia tiap waktu.
mau tengok dia pakai checkered shirt.
mau beli baju galang untuk dia.
mau tolong bawa seluar dia alter jadi slim cut pants.
mau pilih boardshort sexy untuk dia.
mau cari shirt Qs yang serius gila fit nice di badan nya.
mau make sure dia update dengan fesyen terkini.

mengikut taste saya yang tidak seberapa best ni.
work attire: seed, padini or g2000. paling semmart gila cutting nya baik seluar mau pun kemeja.
checkered shirt yang bole di guna untuk santai dan majlis separa formal: Qs or pdi.
jeans: levi's, gap, cK or ripcurl.
shirt bodoh-bodoh: Qs, cK or billabong.

p/s: sedang gerigitan surfing fesyen lelaki. teringat kemeja bonia pink K yang dia selalu terpaksa pakai sebab pembeli nya beli ikut suka hati nya. sumpah dia lah makhluk Tuhan paling sexy bila pakai baju tu. dia pakai lagi ka sekarang? kalau tengok dia pakai baju tu, maybe boleh meroyan jatuh cinta sekali lagi kali.
ya. begini la kalau terlalu lama menyingle kan diri.
shopping baju lelaki seribu kali lagi best dari shopping baju sendiri sebab lelaki lebih banyak pilihan tapi dorang bangang dan perasan choosy.

lagu best sekarang: we can't be friends by lorene scafaria. it's not about the lyrics. it's more to my obsession for The Romantics and Josh Duhamel..;p
actually it's more to the lyrics especially the part where she said "i wanna be your kind, i wanna make your bed". yeah, i wanna make your bed cause seriously that blue polka dot bed sheet is too gay for you!!! i kid. but i prefer the white one. the unique flowery one.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

my heart is a piece of wood

why do you have to listen to him?
why wait for his words?
why only him can make you see the real thing?
why only him can sooth the anger inside?
why?

perhaps one day if he asked you to marry someone else, you should consider to listen to him too.

Monday, March 12, 2012

it doesn't bring any pleasure to this guilt

i easily feel guilty over something.
but it's just a feeling that i have since forever.
guilty doesn't make me a better person who will try so hard to run away from it.
i wont try to fix it or whatever.
i feel guilty a lot lately.
i feel guilty for not going home this school hols.
i just love my house so much i couldn't bring myself to leave it.
i feel guilty to my body for not eating healthily and letting my mind not working properly.
i feel guilty to everyone for not giving them attention they deserved.
i feel guilty to myself for keeping things and stop expressing the way i used to do.
i feel guilty to my heart for torturing it so much i couldn't breath sometimes.
mostly, i feel guilty to the Almighty for not waking up immediately every time i hear the Subuh call.

what hurt the most is i never take an effort to fix all of this guilt. i just remain my stupid emotionless self who keep pretending everyday that everything is going to be okay in the end. honestly, i feel like a loser sometimes. like a moron who doesn't deserved to get the best thing in life. like a jackass who is not worth a single penny. i miss me. i miss the real me who keep hiding behind this jerk with her attitudinal problem. grow up, zila!!! in the end it's going to be you alone against the world.

p/s: i've been spending my days here peeping through my window to see that handsome jeep of my neighbour. i don't know who's the owner. all i care is how macho that red jeep parking there smiling at me with his perfect teeth and thin lips. it's not actually a Jeep jeep. it is an old Land Drover that we called jeep. i always dream to drive one of its kind. perhaps one day i'll spend all my saving to buy that lil thingy and modify it as my heart desire. yeah, it's free to dream.

Monday, March 5, 2012

museum of innocence


i don't know where to begin with this story. i just love everything about it. from kemal and fusun. then kemal and sibel. it's not about obsession. it's about reminiscing the good all days. i don't know. i see myself as kemal most of the time. it's really hard to be in his shoes. having a fling with the woman he loves the most but engaged to someone else that he didn't intend to hurt. i love the way he makes fusun feel. i love the way he describes fusun's smell. what kind of guy who describes a girl's smell as "combination of children biscuits and burnt caramel". can you imagine how sweet the smell is? until right now i still look for that smell every time i enter bakery shop or chocolate house. i love the way they make love to each other. i love the way he suffered when fusun left. i love how he keep fusun's things. i love how he used to come to fusun's family house to have dinner and stealing their things. i love the idea of him creating a museum to keep all his memory with fusun. how crazy it is to even keep a ruler that fusun used to use when kemal tutoring her maths. and then how cute it is to keep sniffing it 24/7 when fusun left. i know it's insane and so very illogical. but i don't care. love is insane. there's no right or wrong when it comes to love. no one put any rules that one should follow when they're in love. people just follow their heart. i love how Pamuk describes their love making session. not too much not too little. it's not like you're reading one of Robert's art of romance but still it gives you pleasure by imagining how sensual it is but not in erotic way. i know i should stop. luckily, it's only in the first part of the book. or else, i will call daddy to give him green light to accept any proposal come. hehe.
still, i wish the story won't end. i'm thinking of reread this book when i really have time.

p/s: perhaps i should start to sniff my marker pen that he borrowed last week. or keep all his food case in my museum. hehe.
i'm actually listening to Candy Shop by Dan Finnerty. can't get enough of how cute this song is.

Friday, March 2, 2012

fetish 2

pesanan teman jauh : stop smelling guy's odour. bila mau berubah? please behave, lala.

dia tidak tau. even a 15 years old boy pun saya curi-curi sniff. ini kan pula lelaki dewasa yang sungguh sangat sedap bau nya.

hanya akan stop bila ada bau yang dapat sniff tiap waktu.

p/s: lately, halifax dengan sandakan rasa macam bersebelah ja.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

rasa macam 2006 semula

mau jual kidney atau juga hati, jantung, kaki, tangan atau apa saja sebab ada dua saman baru di terima.

1. saman lesen.
2. saman speed trap.
sungguh berezeki bulan ini.

kalau ada siapa-siapa berminat untuk beli baju terpakai, sila contact saya. mau jual baju mostly by Mango yang mungkin tidak akan pernah di guna pakai akibat kesendatan, lekat, ketat dan meliut. ada juga dari Mod House.
sedang berusaha mengganti kan nya dengan sesuatu yang lebih decent but still from Mango. saya patut tukar kerjaya yang starting gaji bermula dengan angka 4 kalau begini. bisa kuyak di buat nya. mari makan pasir untuk sebulan mendatang.
ok bye.
mau tidur dan mimpi pregnant. orang bilang itu tanda nya mau ada rezeki yang datang.

p/s: nadiah dan jerry, sila berhenti ketawa kan saya. kalau saja kamu di tempat saya, pasti mau ketuk kepala nazran sebab sial sangat.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

i swallowed the key to my heart

there is this guy whom i met last december in kK. he is actually one of my clan back in uni life. we used to hang out together. in fact we used to be close. like real close. we used to entertain him on his rebound phase after been cheated by one of our girlfriend. he is a really nice guy. in scale 1-10, i can give him 9 or maybe 10.
he asked me out that time but i'm too lazy to make time for anyone but myself. i'm engaged to family matters and couldn't find the right moment to go out with him. since then we keep in touch. texting and phone call. i must say it's more to him trying to reach me cause i never text him first. and it took 5 calls before i pick it up. it's not like i'm being mean or whatever. i just don't want to have any contact from anyone in my previous life. life was so fucking awesome and sinful that time. i don't need a person who keep remind me of it. it's not like we talk about it. it's just whenever we talk, we always bring something from behind here and there. i maybe laugh at that time, but once he hung up, i curse every conversation we just made. talking about life and everything. friends and families.
he rang me on sunday afternoon when i was in kK. so i picked it up and he asked me to go out for a dinner. i'm not really in the mood to meet people so i turned him down by saying i'm with some friends. but then when i was having dinner with my friends, he rang again inviting me for dinner. after been forced by my friends i said yes. so we went out.
he fetched me at the hotel and we have our dinner somewhere. i was actually texting with someone else for the rest of our dinner. i'm not paying much attention to him but i was shocked when he suddenly confess his feeling to me. he ruined the night and i insisted him to send me back to the hotel. the rest of the night is disaster to me. i should have thought that the night is meant something to him. right from the moment i enter his car, i know something wasn't right. he is too formal and too charming and all that. i know he's trying to impress me. but i always make myself clear in every conversation we made that i'm sort of having unresolved feeling with someone here. when he send me back to the hotel, before i went out, he said "kita steady la. sa benci life sa sekarang ni. rasa macam mau mati ja". the die part i can never forget cause i giggled when i heard it. then i said "kita different sudah. at least aku yang berubah. i'm not looking for relationship but more to something serious". he asked "kau mau kawin?". i said "ya. aku penat sudah mau jadi macam dulu. kalau kau benci life kau sekarang, kau suru family kau cari perempuan untuk kau. kawin". then i left. he text me that night asking me to give him a chance but i didn't replied it. i deleted all his texts and i come back to Bukit Garam acting like nothing happen on the weekend. i regretted saying yes to his invitation. now i lost another great friend.

hati saya gering dan penawar nya hanya pada dia.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

anugerah

esok pagi perlu ke bandar. mau beli hadiah dan sijil penghargaan.
selaku AJK Hadiah dan Cenderahati, ramai yang perlu di anugerahi.
tapi sebelum itu saya mau menganugerah kan sekalung penghargaan buat diri saya atas beberapa sebab tertentu. antara nya:
1. pemerhati terhebat.
2. dapat melaksana kan tugas yang begitu penuh keayuan- sungguh bukan diri saya.
3. menyertai pertandingan tarik tali.
4. maintain vogue sepanjang acara, saya serius mati tarik tali kuat-kuat sebab mau menang.
5. pura-pura cover sakit lecet tangan dengan senyum palsu.
6. sore eyes dan muka bengkak tiap malam.
7. jadi keling.
8. dua kali menang milo untuk kuiz guru.

pihak penganjur perlu buat post mortem kali lepas temasya ni. banyak yang mau di sembur. kesian ramai yang jadi mangsa. sesungguh nya orang yang sabar itu lebar jalan nya. kalau mau lagi best, kau tunggu ja nanti di sana. boleh tarik kaki nya yang sebelah andai sebelah lagi sudah cecah nirvana.
ok bye.
mau mandi untuk kesekian kali nya hari ini.

Monday, February 20, 2012

mulus kulit saya tidak menghalang saya untuk berbau lumpur bersama anak-anak di padang

mau beli button fly boyfriend jeans supaya senang kerja dalam toilet. hanya perlu tarik terus ja. tidak perlu susah-susah kasi unzip.
then kasi kurang sikit ni muffin supaya boleh tuck in kemeja dalam itu boyfriend jeans macam katherine heigl selalu buat dalam Life As We Know It.
cukup!!!

mau sambung mengata cerca orang yang tidak buat kerja time sukan. Allah bukan tanya tanggungjawab ibadah kau ja. tapi juga tanggungjawab atas tugas-tugas kau di sekolah. kau kan sama makan gaji dengan kami yang comel dan rajin ni.
ok bye.
jumpa di pintu syurga nanti.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

madness

i don't know what's with me lately. i tend to have different idea about things. i have a slip of tongue here and there and i don't know where my mind brought me most of the time.
for instance, i actually want to say "gali parit" but it turned out "gali kubur".
and few days ago when budak kecik and me torn between want to cook ayam masak kicap or ayam masak merah, she asked me why i love ayam masak kicap so much. i don't really have the answer so i said "arwah Khairul dulu pun suka" when i'm trying to say "khairul dulu pun suka ayam masak kicap". i didn't mean anything. but at that moment i thought he no longer in my life and that makes he no longer exist. so the "arwah" words just slip from my mouth. i feel terrible after that. i didn't mean that way. i'm not trying to curse him nor praying for bad things happen to him. i'm not that cruel.
you know that i'm good in making people invisible in front of me. lately i've done it too often. to a lot of people. to a lot of phone call. i heard my phone ringing and i know who's the caller. and i purposely did not pick it up. it's wrong. it's bad. it's too much. what if they called for something important? i might miss it.
i've been listening to the same song while driving. it's actually nothing. i just accidentally hit the "come around soon" by sara bareilles and i'm too lazy to change it. i didn't realize i have listen to it for a week now until i can memorised the lines. people said that your music define who you are. i guess i'm waiting for him to come around soon every time i hear the song. Lord, i just love waiting.
i washed my hair today after didn't wash it since monday. thank God i have this silky hair who never give me smell problem. it always smell the same no matter how long i did not wash it. i feel so blessed. it's getting longer and i like it but it didn't give me enough reason to brush it everyday like normal people. i only brush it whenever i want to feel princess like.
i'm having movie marathon since thursday. i watched a lot of crappy love story from Bridesmaids to When in Rome. now my mind full with this shitty idea about love. i just wish i have someone to share it with. not to share the lovey dovey part but more to discuss the idea of love. how sometimes people being insensible towards it. or i just want to know what is his idea of love. because to me love is when you sit together doing nothing, starring into each other eyes but still feel happy. i lied. that's not my idea of love. to me, love is holding hands in bed and lie still. yeah i lied again. love is starring at him without his aware. love is when you enjoy his smell and his present. love is when you smile whenever you see him smile. love is when you eavesdropping when he's teaching at the next door class. love is when you have "kids, cute alert" moment. love is when you're in love with the same person with no progress for a long time. love is when you turn down better guys for one person. love is madness and i'm the loco. love is stupid and i'm the idiot. love is torture and i'm the hurt one.

life, please don't be so cruel to me

suddenly i start to worry about everything.

first, budak kecik going to get married. that means she's going to apply for transfer. then she's going to transfer to kK. i don't know when but eventually she will.
esan try to be sweet and all that by not forcing her to apply for transfer this April. he's giving a chance for budak kecik to stay with me for another moment. no, actually because he feel so pity for me cause i have no one here. but still it is the nicest thing from a new friend. thanks esan! you're the best..;p
i have a lot of things to worry when she's not around anymore. first and foremost, who's going to prepare breakfast on the weekend? i'm going to wake up hungry..;(
then who's going to prepare dinner? looks like i'm going to have pasta for the rest of my life for dinner. i'm going to be fat...;(
who's going to remind me about school stuff? die..;(
who's going to help me manage my finance? daddy, don't leave me. not now when i still need your wallet to be my backup...;(
who's going to stop me from stuffing my mouth with everything. oh shitty. i'm going to be fat and fugly...;(
who's going to listen to my rant? who's going to be my crying shoulder? who's going to listen to my complain? who's going to say 'you can do this, you can't do that'? who's going to take care of me when i'm sick? who's going to nag me about my attitude? who's going to be my mummy here? who's going to call me stupid whenever i become a total jerk? ;(
oh...i still need budak kecik in my life.

i don't really know where this post is going really.

oh shitty.
stop cursing, zila. mind your language.


Friday, February 17, 2012

pagoda

hot kan lelaki yang suka pakai singlet dalam t-shirt. it gives you another reason to wonder what lies beneath every layer of the shirt.

i saw him wear something like this last saturday. white polo shirt and a singlet.
shit.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

EPO needed

kalau period semua pun mau marah.
semua benda tidak kena.
semua orang minta di maki hina cerca.
semua benda mau di makan.

terus rasa mau tukar bedsheet.
lipat 2 weeks laundry.
masak dinner yang sedap.

and i miss you like you're mine.
i start to miss you.
wtf???

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

someday

someday.
someday.

someday is a very dangerous word.
it's just a code for NEVER.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

i was on the verge to miss you

i patiently waited for something to replace my dark
i got out of my bed cause i couldn't sleep
i took my car
it's beautiful moonlit on the road tonight
i've got no one here by my side
i used to walk under these lights with you
and even if you left a long time ago
i miss you so
and it's hard to tell
if you'll ever come again
and it's hard to tell
if you felt this for someone else
and it's hard to tell
if you want to remember this
i've always known i was never your muse
you never looked at me the way i look at you
and you always say that you love me more
but you never show it to me before
and it's hard to tell if you want to remember this
it's hard cause you don't come around anymore
i hope you find whatever is you looking for
i hope you miss the streets like i do
cause this is what left of me and you

super tired of being weightless.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

ring tone

i just love this song so much until i can't let my phone ring without it. but then when i switch my phone, i'm getting tired of the same sound come from my phone. even budak kecik feel so mau muntah. so i decided to make this song as assign tone for him. now whenever i heard this song, i'll run as fast as i can to pick up the phone. i don't mind even if it ring around 3 something disturbing my noon nap. it's been 5 days since i hear it rang. yes, i'm counting.


just in case you show up.

hati terikat

sah.

hati saya sudah tidak di sini. tidak juga di sana.
bila di sana, terasa ingin pulang ke sini.
bila di sini, tidak sampai sejam pun saya sudah mulai merapu.
memenuh kan ruang whatsapp nya dengan kata-kata yang tidak seharus nya saya ucap kan.
semua itu harus saya pendam seperti biasa.
namun ketidakwarasan memaksa saya untuk bertindak bodoh seperti semalam.
mungkin juga kerana di datangi mimpi dia datang solat ke rumah saya pada malam sebelum nya.
di tambah lagi apabila melihat nya mengena kan baju melayu di hari jumaat.
biggest weakness ever.

oh, jiwa dan hati memang tidak pernah mengerti keadaan tuan punya badan.
untuk sesaat beri la saya kebebasan untuk memilih.
beri la saya peluang untuk membuka hati buat yang lain nya.
buat yang lebih sudi.
buat yang sentiasa menanti dan mendahaga kan jawapan-jawapan pasti seperti sabar nya hati menanti jawapan dari pencuri hati saya.
longgar kan la hati agar punya keinginan untuk mengangkat panggilan di malam hari.
ringan kan la tangan untuk membalas pesanan.
jangan menjadi kejam.

oh, itu bila mulut dan minda yang berbicara.
hati dan jiwa tetap pada keinginan nya seperti dua tahun lepas.
pada kali pertama melihat name tag nya.
pada saat pertama hati saya memaki "babi...what's with this guy?"
bodoh.
begitu kejam hati dan jiwa.
begitu besar effect nya terhadap diri saya.
sehingga hati terkunci buat yang lain.
dan saya dengan penuh kebodohan terus dengan rasa itu.

sakit.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Nikmat dunia: chilled tarap and jasmine green tea

saya sepatut nya menjadi si gemuk yang berjaya. tapi lately badan nampak susut. mungkin tidak di mata umum. tapi bagi yang mengenali dekat diri saya, kekurusan itu semakin menghampiri saya. berat badan sememang nya turun. tulang di leher juga sudah jelas kelihatan. dan wajah saya kelihatan pucat. dan saya tidak lagi begitu tembam. menurut teman-teman, wajah saya tidak seceria dulu. nampak begitu tidak gembira.

belakangan ini saya kurang selera makan. jika dulu sehingga pukul 10 malam masih kelihatan saya mengunyah cookies atau apa saja, sekarang tidak lagi. sejak pulang ke sini, sudah beberapa malam saya tidak makan malam. bukan sahaja di sini, sebenar nya perkara ini telah bermula sejak di rumah lagi. lately banyak benda dalam minda. hidup seakan memcaci dan mencerca saya. di datang kan pelbagai dugaan yang agak dahsyat sehingga boleh mendatang kan ketidakwarasan kadang-kadang. namun jika di banding kan dengan permasalahan orang lain, ia nya tidak la berat mana.

cuma masalah-masalah saya ini lebih menguji keimanan dan kesabaran sebagai seorang manusia. lebih menguji dalaman saya. memerlu kan jiwa yang kuat untuk menghadapi nya. dan saya memang kuat. kuat makan hati. kuat pendam. dan kuat pekik bila sudah tidak tahan. saya tahu banyak yang menyangsi kan kebolehan saya di alam pekerjaan. bagi mereka saya hanya bimbo yang tahu pasal lelaki. tapi mereka lupa bimbo ini 4 tahun belajar second language acquisition. mereka tidak tahu saya terlebih dahulu membaca siri Enid Blyton dari cerita pak pandir. mereka tidak tahu saya lebih dulu belajar mengeja apple instead of epal. tolong jangan pertikai bidang tugas saya. sudah saya bilang berkali-kali, masing-masing orang punya cara nya tersendiri. dan saya bukan la guru yang exam-oriented orang nya. apa yang penting ialah anak-anak mampu menanam bahasa asing itu dalam jiwa mereka. saya mohon sekali lagi, beri lah saya peluang untuk jatuh cinta pada kerjaya ini. jangan la patah kan semangat saya dengan benda-benda remeh tapi bisa meruntun jiwa seperti ini.

saya dan bapa juga tidak seakrab dulu. rasa nya kami berdua banyak memendam dan berkecil hati antara satu sama lain. saya terasa begitu jauh dari nya. hanya sesekali terasa dekat dengan wallet nya. itu pun hanya ketika dia mencuba untuk membeli jiwa saya. saya orang nya sangat sensitif. terutama dengan mereka yang begitu dekat di hati saya. rasa begitu sukar untuk tidak lagi bermanja dengan nya seperti dulu. tapi terlalu sukar buat saya untuk menjadi seperti dulu. akan sentiasa terngiang-ngiang "you're not his favourite". mungkin saya agak kebudak-budakan. mungkin juga Tuhan memberi saya peluang untuk menjadi dewasa atas apa yang terjadi.

mungkin.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

my weakness

current obsession..;)
melting to the lowest level...drooling...someone please wipe my saliva

qs, rip curl or billabong always define a hot guy


can a guy be any hotter than this in a checkered shirt????
oooppss...sorry...wrong picture
;p

i mean this one
oh my ALLAH, You put me on fire with this one.


p/s: selamat bermimpi di datangi Hood Herlino malam ini. silap lagi. maksud saya Dude Herlino.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

rant

one of the best therapy when you stuck at such outback place like bukit garam is going to fung ming, buy junky and eat it in your car while driving alone roaming places.
it's even a bonus when you bump into a cute guy driving his daddy's car and then you realize he is one of the students at school who's now growing up and turn into some kind of yummy brownies. and when he honk you, you suddenly coy and wave him and give your best smile ever. i am a sweet girl and i love to flirt. hehe.
and when people trying to say things like 'life will get better. everything is going to be okay'. you just smile at them and you may curse them silently cause you know pretty well that they are just a bunch of liar who think they can make you feel good about your life when they know nothing about life cause they just so damn lucky to have those who love them.
i sometimes feel like i've been cheated by the Big Guy up there. astaghfirullahalazim. seriously, i'm tired of everything. my life is a mess and i'm a deep shit. i keep avoiding phone call from everyone. i shouldn't have own phone in the first place.

now now, go take your wudhuk and recite the Holy Quran and try to comprehend the meaning and digest it into your beautiful mind. now that i have my Tafsir with english translation, i love it even more. may it brings Barakah to me.

Friday, January 27, 2012

communication is the key to a success relationship

finished reading this book when i'm in my parents place. it is about an arranged marriage between Nina and Ananda. i wonder what it feels like to marry with someone you don't know but you have to just to please every one. just to make things worse, Ananda is having PE (premature ejaculation). i know it's hard for both side. Nina with her unsatisfied needs and Ananda with his own dilemma. but they manage to get through it eventually. i think Eastern guy should learn to explore their body. know what can bring them pleasure and try to relax. most of all is you have to know your body and be comfortable with it.
a good read for a newlyweds i think. so that they can learn how to give and take in relationship. just a small advice from this Miss-act-like-I-know-everything-about-marriage, to the ladies, demand less. and to the guys, you have to learn to listen and observe. and for the record, put aside your bloody ego.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

i can no longer hold the lonesome

after what happened between KA and me a few years ago, i find hard for myself to be in love again. i thought i can't let myself drown into the idea of having someone occupying my universe. it is really hard actually. especially if you're living in my surrounding where people expect you to live your life the normal way. i mean, a girl should be out dating a guy her heart desire. moreover for someone like me. according to them (who didn't know me that well), i'm a successful girl with a bright future and good looking with a pleasant attitude. according to them cause this is what i used to hear every time i'm engaged in any family event. "cantik, cikgu english lagi, tak pandai keluar rumah". they don't know that people like them is the real reason i'm avoiding myself to mingle. i hate with all the questions that i don't have any answer to please them.

i'm going to be 27 this year. to me age is just a number. but my body clock is ticking. i'm not going to bored you with all the details i have every time i face the mirror. the complain is always killing me. but deep inside my body, my womb, my ovaries, my uterus, the unfertilised eggs that were expelled every month, what about them? they were busy marking every passing second of my life. this is the biggest problem. every night i dream of a warm embrace from a guy i longed to put a seed inside of me so it will grow to be infant in my belly. every time i see a caring husband with her pregnant wife, i feel like want to hug the girl telling how lucky she is to have the most precious gift in her life. i know my time will come eventually. but when?

yesterday i went out with babby and leon. we talked about everything. leon pop up a question to me about getting married cause she's going to tie the knot real soon. insyaAllah. suddenly i can no longer hold myself. i almost burst into tears but i control it knowing that we're in a restaurant that time. but i can't help myself to meroyan. i usually meditated myself in my room chanting "mau kawin, mau kawin, mau kawin". but yesterday out of the blue i did it in front of them. they seem surprised and asked me to stop. but i can't hold myself. i keep on chanting it but this time with his name at the end of the sentences. i can feel the warm crystal in my eyes. and i can see the pity on their faces. but i don't need the pity. i just need them to know that i myself wants to get married to. it's just a matter of time or in my case, it's just a matter of time, my heart and him.

i've been in love with the same guy for as long as i could remember. i've always have this kind of question : why him? when will i ever stop waiting for him? aren't the waiting itself is hurt enough? i'll wait for him. i don't know until when. but if we're not fated to be together, never mind. for the time being let me enjoy watching him watching me. let me enjoy the secret glance, secret smile. the waiting is hurt more when you keep urging me with the same question over and over again. it's not me who wants this. it's not even my fault for having this stubborn heart. i am someone like this. i set myself into something, i can never unset it to something else. just like the previous relationship. someone knock my door and i let him enter. he remained there until he grew tired and find a new playmate. left me broken hearted. reminds me of an email i received from a guy friend few weeks ago. "a girl like you will always like the hard way when it comes to love. it's because you don't wait for Mr.Right to be right, but you wait the right one to be your Mr.Right". and i know he's one of the person in the list that i turn down for this past few years. i'm sorry.

to you,
i'll wait for you. i wait for some amount of time. i'm just sitting there waiting. you know where to find me. don't feel pressure. i'm not putting any on you. it's your heart. doesn't matter how much i love you. knock my door when you completely ready. when your heart really empty. when it's really clean from the past. cause just like i don't want to force myself for someone else, i don't want you to force yourself for me. i've seen the tortured. i've watched the abused. i don't want to sing the same song my friends sang. i want our song to be the love song. that's all i ask.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

periuk nasi

ada orang macam cuba tabur pasir dalam periuk nasi saya. apa la saya mau makan ni? sudah la beras saya cap dua naga. mahal tu. kamu makan beras Nasional ja pun.
ada cerita best dalam periuk saya. baru-baru ni, ada dapat cerita beras kecil mengadu dengan periuk lain pasal saya tidak tau buat kerja saya. konon nya saya hanya tau bercakap saja dalam periuk. banyak mulut. atau saya quote terus la isi nya "we don't like teacher zila. she doesn't teach us properly. she likes to talk a lot". ada lagi versi verbal nya, "dia suka layan budak lelaki ja". comel. hebat. bijak dan berani bertindak. saya suka beras kecil dalam periuk saya ni. tapi dia mess dengan periuk yang salah. dia mungkin tidak pernah menonton movie Don't Mess with the Zohan. ini versi Don't Mess with Zila. kau anak ADUN kawasan ni sekali pun saya tidak gentar. benda ni sebenar nya pernah berlaku waktu season 1 dulu. masa tu saya baru beli periuk ni. exactly the same. aduan nya tu sebijik sama. eventually beras-beras kecil itu mulai kenal siapa bperiuk zila ni. akhir nya, beras-beras kecil ini la yang hampir setiap kali berjumpa saya minta di ajar di periuk baru nya.
saya periuk yang profesional. jadi saya nasihat beras-beras kecil ini untuk belajar cara hidup dalam periuk baru. kalau ada persoalan atau ketidakfahaman, saya suruh mereka jenguk-jenguk periuk saya. siapa tahu saya boleh membantu. kembali kepada aduan beras kecil itu tadi. begini wahai beras kecil, kita hanya memula kan acara menanak nasi baru lapan hari saja. dan saya pun baru saja kenal dengan kamu. normal la kalau kita belum punya sesi tanakan yang serius. beras mungkin boleh jadi keras atau kelembekan sebab terlebih atau terkurang air. saya juga percaya kamu masih dalam honeymoon mood. kalau saya ajar teknik menanak nasi yang serius, pasti kamu boring, bukan? lagi pula kamu tidak tau lagi jenis beras dan periuk ini. tentang saya lebih suka melayan beras lelaki tu pula, komen nya simple saja. lain periuk lain approach nya. saya suka berkawan dengan beras-beras dalam periuk saya terlebih dahulu sebelum mulai menanak nasi. dan selalu nya saya cuba berkawan dengan beras yang paling nakal dan rebel dulu. bila sudah tackle hati mereka baru la saya mula kan dengan yang lain. saya ini bukan gatal periuk nya. tapi lumrah la. kalau periuk perempuan, pasti tertarik dengan beras lelaki yang cantik bersih lagi wangi. itu saja. simple kan. satu pesanan dari saya buat kamu si beras kecil, lain kali, ada apa-apa kekurangan dengan periuk saya, jumpa saya terus dan kasi tau la saya. saya ni flexible orang nya. mampu menerima pandangan orang lain. bukan buat busuk begini. sekarang ni periuk saya sudah terbakar sedikit. mungkin nasi yang bakal di tanak nanti tidak begitu harum bau didihan nya. atau paling kurang pun, berjumpa la dengan beras-beras saya yang kini sudah menjadi nasi-nasi yang berbau wangi dan lagi maha sedap rasa nya sehingga membuat kan periuk-periuk lain berasa gentar untuk menukar nya kepada resepi lain. nasi yang sedap dan wangi di masak apa pun pasti jadi lebih sedap. percaya la.

saya sebenar nya tidak begitu terasa hati dengan beras kecil ini. dia hanya la beras kecil yang belum matang lagi. tapi saya sedikit terkilan dengan periuk nasi tempat aduan si beras kecil. sampai hati dia mengutara kan hal ini kepada si kawah besar. sepatut nya periuk ini berbincang dengan saya dahulu tentang perkara ini. mau-mau lagi bila kami teman seperiuk. rasa di tikam dari belakang. periuk boleh di tikam ka? silap. rasa seperti wayar penyambung tenaga periuk saya di putus kan dari belakang. saya tidak tau apa niat sang periuk ini. saya terasa seperti kredibiliti periuk saya di pertikai kan. memang la saya ni cuma periuk nasi digital Panasonic. saya bukan la periuk nasi Electrolux atau Tefal. tapi saya juga mampu di guna kan untuk memasak nasi. mungkin periuk kamu begitu hebat. kenapa tidak kamu masak semua beras-beras yang ada di sini. moga-moga semua nya menjadi nasi yang begitu sedap dan harum bau nya. saya rasa seperti periuk saya di hempas dari tempat yang tinggi lalu di pijak-pijak dan menunggu waktu untuk di buang. saya sedikit sebanyak putus harapan untuk menanak nasi. mungkin periuk saya boleh di tukar fungsi menjadi steamer.

ikhlas dari saya yang sedang cuba membersih kan pasir dalam periuk saya ini.

p/s: makan cili terasa pedas nya. buat kamu yang kurang kerjaan nya tu, boleh la print out entry ni dan lekat di papan kenyataan.

Monday, January 16, 2012

indah nya ciptaan Allah

sederhana tapi begitu menarik perhatian.




p/s: sedang imagine dia pakai baju Galang nya di hari Jumaat...;)

Sunday, January 15, 2012

kata lidah

i wrote bad things about people.

i write because i love to.
i write to express my feelings.
i write to achieve catharsis.
i write because it's a cheaper therapy that i could get.


you may read.
you may like it.
you may judge me.
you may say bad things about me behind my back.

but who ask you to print out my writing? asshole!!! get a life!!!

Thursday, January 12, 2012

chasing pavement

dia sibuk mengejar masa silam nya sedang kan aku mengejar nya kini.
masing-masing tidak lelah biar pun sakit meruntun jiwa.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

di bawah lindungan ka'bah

hasil pemerhatian saya:

reciting Holy Quran is the best remedy for the gering heart. true story.

Monday, January 2, 2012

it kills the soul once you said it's over

it's raining outside since morning. it's been raining since i was here 3 days ago. i'm not a big fan of humid. cold always freaks me out. i love sunny day. it helps me sleep at noon. it helps me sleep now. in this rainy days. but it doesn't give me the rest i need. i'm not satisfied every time i woke up. i'm not full. i'm still hungry from the sleep. i'm starving for another sleep. i don't sweat. that's why. i hate not be able to make my bed cause i spent so much time on it. i only wake up to eat, bath and solat. i'm glued to the bed. i'm sick of it. can't go out. it makes me thinking. hate it even more. i'm supposed to be happy but i'm not. too many things i have in mind lately.
i changed every password i have. phone, google account, facebook account, cimbclicks account. i try to run as far as i can from him. too bad. when i'm alone, i always think "sudah kahwin ka dia?" or things like "is he happy?" or "does she love him the way i did?".

i hate January. his birthday and our anniversary. just great!!!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

JT

every time i watch Friends With Benefits, it always occurred in my mind "indah nya ciptaan Tuhan". referring to JT off course. seriously guys, he is so damn hot in that movie. no one pull jeans like he did. don't even ask when he is in a suit. but with that body i think i prefer he to be naked all the time. haha.