Blergh

The general structures of expectation established in people's mind by the culture they live in have been variously called frames or schemata. (Kramsch, 2010)

The only thing that we, human being cannot get away from.

So what good am I to you?

The girl I am.

Dude, it was 10 years ago, but I'm a girl. I don't forget things easily.

I would never forget the day you told me you wanted to wait till I finish school and then we can be the 'item', and then one day you were caught by JAIS over khalwat with my own freaking friend.

I would never forget the day you came back to me saying all craps like, "I love you, but I love my wife, too," and then you're gone with the wind.

I would never forget the day you came back to me telling me stuff about your divorce and how bad she was for 'snatching' your own daughter and refraining you from seeing her.

And I certainly would never forget the day you came back just to tell me you're getting married with another girl this coming December, which I myself failed to figure out what's the purpose behind it.

Why is that?

Why do you think I am that easy I could swallow all shits you're throwing back to me?

I know you're just a history, but come on, cut me some slack.

I am definitely a girl.

2012 is being unfair, noooo!

Its only March, see what I've missed. And going to miss.

1. Underoath. I feel like slitting my own throat for missing it.

2. TDEP. Again, gonna slit my throat.

3. Toe.

4. Death Cab For Cutie.

5. Radiohead.

6. The Cranberries.

And many more.

But I must not, I repeat, I must not miss these three;

1. August Burns Red & Blessthefall this end of April.

and

2. The Changcuters somewhere in May I heard.

Please make way for me, please?

I love weddings!

Last Sunday, it was the solemnization of my baby girl, Nadal. I didn't manage to go to the ceremony, as I arrived in KL a bit late the night before.

It was beautiful, I almost couldn't believe my baby girl is now someone's wife, she's the earliest among us who got hitched first. Even I almost cried when I read the tweets by other girls who attended her solemnization. I fell in love with her wedding dresses, both for solemnization as well as for reception. She looked really beautiful, she's such a doll.

And photos taken from Wani's and Nana's and Ajie's FB.

Her dress's stunning!

Stunning one more time, and the pelamin is super comel!

Remember us? Me, Nana and Ain and their boyfriends. Yes, the groom is Nana's kid brother. And she and her boyfriend is next in line.

These are my super best friends from left Ajie, Sheima, Nana, Me, Ain and Ijat.

Comel kan Hazeman? Macam nak siku.

Congratulations baby! Though you're someone's wife now, you'll always be my baby. I love you.

Because bitches never shut the hell up, amaraitt?

Seriously, it is hard to earn respect from me.

Even though you're older, you're richer or even smarter than me,

I don't pay that respect easily.

I am a stubborn kid, remember.

When you see me not saying anything or just keep myself in silence, you should know that it is not because of respect, but it is solely because one, I don't create drama. Two, I don't want you to cuss my parents for raising such an arrogant daughter like me. After all, that is what we all do,

"Mak bapak tak ajar..."

I just don't want that and you know nothing about my parents.

So yes, think before you say anything,

I can take that freaking insulting jokes,

I can take all scream and curse,

but you should know the right time to do so.

Don't poke the bear, so they say.

It was built in 1922.

Last weekend, I went to Penang after approximately 13 years hoi I was so freaking excited I got hyper all the way from Sintok to the island.

There's nothing much apart from a visit to Little India, Penang Road, Penang Hill (this one, I'm not gonna get up there, because its too high I cannot stand it) and shopping malls to spend my student 1 Malaysia vouchers.

Well, I didn't get the chance to taste Penang real food for the second time (and after 13 years, of course, its not like there's no Penang food outside of Penang, but you know what I mean, the feel, the feel), but I stayed at my friend's place, and her mother is a Super Cook, seriously her curry made me cry, super tasty I feel like smuggling her mom back to Sintok and let me and my tummy die in happiness.

Okay, till then.

But before that, it sucks not to have Internet connection in my room, and I am too bimbo to blog from my phone, but it seems like I've abandoned this blog for quite a long bit. There's so much more to talk about, but there's no opportunity to do so. Tsk.