PolkaPolkaPolkaDots :)

I have yet to be inspired these days. Right now I seem to be just writing nonsense and never ending stories. If any of you have any ideas, please tell me by commenting, e-mailing, ym-ing, texting or even calling. (Calling or texting tu, only to those who have my number lah kan.. :P)

___________________________________

So let's get back to the real story. Why am i so uninspired? You could say that it's because of the fact that I'm going back to Shah Alam in a few days. (Yes, more excuses from the penguin. I could also blame Bulat for distracting me, and the internet being so lousy, and...) boohoo. Takmau takmau takmau!

As much as I miss my friends, I'd hate to leave home. As they say, I am a pampered child. I love being at home. I get bored because I can't talk as much as I do in SA, but still.. Haih. Anak bongsu kan? What can I say? hahah. Anyway, when I go back there, I need to wake up early every day. Plus I have to wash my own clothes. I have to use my own money. I have to berebut to get on the Rapid. =.=" So much to do. Mak, pindah Shah Alam nak?? Suruh ayah kerja KL je? haha. (memang anak yang bagus betul, kan?)

They said that the results are being released today (released? abaikan >_<) . Nurus and Adela just asked me if the results are out yet. I have no idea. I wish I did, really. But I don't. I'm too lazy to check. Seriously, I think they're not in. And everyone else is either too lazy or too scared to check. So I guess we should just wait for some really brave and rajin and curious person to go check their results. Itupun IF he/she wants to share the info. Haihh. (mengeluh je aku ye)

So, let's change the topic now shall we? Hurm. Sem 2 is going to start, and our classes will be rombak-ed. Don't want! But have to. So let's just hope I get in a class with people I'm familiar with. Oh and an early warning to all my new classmates. I talk a lot. I mean, really. So please bring earmuffs or something if you don't want to hear me talk. Or salotape is okay too. Just don't leave it on for too long. Sakit woh nak cabut nanti.

Anyway, the kesimpulan is, I really don't feel like going back to SA even though many of you are already very excited. Whatever it is, good luck to all asasians (or a-sassy-ans [hahahahah] if you prefer) and see you in SA >_<

comel, kan? urm. nak?? somebody get this for me! please?

updated (1.57PM) : results aren't out yet >_<

Battle of the Sexes

Boys vs Girls, Men against Women, Ram vs Doe, Cob against Pen
(and yeah, I did Google that stuff. heh heh)

but at the end of the day, we're still all children, adults, goats. or swans.

So, why the competition? Why the 'males are such pigs' ? Why the 'women are such a fuss' ? This post was actually inspired by what my classmate, Mimi, posted in her FB notes. It pretty much explained on how men treat beautiful women differently than they do not so beautiful ones.

Well, honestly, what SOME (yes, some, because there are some men who aren't like that. Some memang tak layan girls terus :P) men do is just disgusting. But can any one person tell me if SOME women don't do the same thing? A handsome guy and a not so handsome guy come up to you. Both of them are equally interesting. Which one do you constantly look at? Which one makes you blush harder? Which one makes you want to blog about the encounter more? (I'm not counted, because I pretty much blog about everything, even guys who sell burgers >_>)

I am going to admit (and I'm sure that if I don't then my mum will kutuk me until bila-bila lah for being a hypocrite) that I am quite a sucker for handsome and cute guys. Who isn't? (But yeah, everyone's definition of handsome is different). For example, if that guy on Gossip Girl (who I don't know. ni main teka-teka je tau) was any less hotter, would you be so crazy about him? Or if they chose a short, skinny and not handsome guy to replace Josh Duhamel, would you really watch Las Vegas? I know I'd be like, "Diorang ni takde orang lain ke nak berlakon cerita ni?" then change the channel, or Google to find out where Josh had went.

Oh yeah, and I have to admit that I may be a teeny weeny bit shallow. Think whatever you want of me. But I'll ask you, who among us isn't? I doubt any of you guys out there would appreciate Britney's near-to-naked music video if not for her very toned body.

So here we are again. I know, I know. Mimi's post was more to relationships. And yes, the probability of men being more shallow when choosing partners is higher than of women. But that doesn't mean that we (women) aren't shallow either. Shallow jugak. How you'd be so bangga to say, "You know, my boyfriend is so handsome taw! Dah la footballer!" while doing hand gestures.

So, if you're a nice person, and you love your partner for his or her insides (stomach, intestines, bones), then I wish you a happy life together. Shallow people will eventually find each other and lead a happy life too. I think. *hee*

Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go make up an imaginary boyfriend for myself. Ta-raa!

Goodbye Solitary Life

She just sat there, trying not to doze off. Hariani was so busy talking that she didn't notice her companion's eyelids were heavily closing. "And his snoring! Ahh. He could wake the whole town if I had not closed the windows. If you happen to get to know an earthquake happening around my area, that would be him.", Hariani said as she sighed, adding to the number of things her husband did that ticked her off. Before those were leaving dirty smelly socks around the house, not listening when she was talking and also smiling at salesgirls. "So,", Fia began with a sarcastic tone, "Why not divorce him already?"

Hariani stared at Fia as if she had just said that she had kissed a frog. "I love him.", she said as she sighed and stared at the cup of Starbucks coffee. Fia sighed too. Looking at her watch, she called the waiter and asked for the bill. There he was. He looked as smart as ever, and as usual, almost all pairs of female eyes would be on him. Zamri came up to them, waving at Fia. Fia smiled to him, pulling the chair out.

Hariani looked up, "Hi Zamri.", she said in a slow voice. "Hey. Eh what do you think I should buy for my wife? It's her birthday this Sunday.". As soon as the audience heard those words, they looked the other way. Fia controlled her laughter. They weren't to be blamed. Even Fia was initially attracted to the tall fair Zamri. Unfortunately he was happily married with two lovely children. His wife, even though the spot of envy, was a nice sweet lady.

After Fia had suggested Zamri buy her a shield to protect her from the jealous, she walked off to the office. As the tall woman in the pantsuit walked away, Zamri smiled, asking Hariani if she had any ideas. Hariani was too busy trying to think of where to buy those nasal strips she saw on TV for her husband to help Zamri. Without a word, she dashed out, leaving Zamri for the vultures just ready to get their prey.

"Assalamualaikum mak"
"Waalaikumusalam. Eh, Fia. Aren't you supposed to be working?"
"Yeah. But the boss let me off early. How are things at home?"
"Fine, fine. You know, your cousin Zana is getting married this weekend."
"Mum. Please don't start."
"What? I just thought that maybe you'd want to go."
"You know I can't possibly go."
"Not really..."
"Oh really? And how would I possibly get the money and time to go to Egypt for her wedding?"
"Well.. Well Fia. You are older than her. You're 27 already."
"Mum, listen to yourself. This must be Makcik Nah's doing. Mum, Makcik Nah's daughter eloped with her lover when she was sixteen. She's not really one to talk."
"It's just that. Everyone's been asking. I just.."
"I know mum, and I'm sorry. I'm just not ready. And there's so much more in life for me to discover."
"You can discover it as a wife.."
"No mum, no. I'm really sorry."
"Urm, well, I need to reheat the food for your father. Salam"
"Wasalam"

Fia sighed. "Problems?", Iwan asked as he walked up to her. "Uh. Parents.", she said, with a forced laugh. "I know what you mean. Mine have been asking me to settle down. They even have a house for me at my kampung.", Iwan said as they walked towards the parking lot. "Oh really? I thought they don't really bother about the guys.", she said with genuine shock in her face. "Yeah.", he said with a chuckle, "but I think I'm going to cave in. You know how parents are."

Opening her car door, Fia waved to Iwan. At a few angles, he was right. She did want her parents to be happy. Fia sighed, thinking of calling her mother again that night. Maybe her mother would get her married to Nazri. He's kind of cute. And he is a teacher. That would be acceptable, maybe? Fia thought to herself, Goodbye solitary life?

(imagine these [below] rolling with the credits *grin*)

Hariani cured her husband's snoring with Breathe Right.
The other things?
Well, let's just say her husband stopped doing them when she started doing them too.
(Yes, she did start smiling at salesboys)
Zamri gave up trying to figure out what to give his wife.
He ended up just giving her money.
Iwan married a girl of his mother's choice, his childhood sweetheart.
Fia?
Well, Fia is still as single as ever, having a ball of a time.


*the end*

A Fortnight of Silence

Lia got out of bed with a smile on her face. Today was going to be a happy day. She wore a ruby red blouse witha ribbon at the back, paired with faded jeans. Posing in front of the mirror, she dialled his number. "Hey, I'll be there by 10", she said, grabbing her purse and keys on the table.

Lia sighed as she parked her purple Kenari. That freaking parking cop just loves to ruin my day doesn't he? She thought to herself as she pulled out the pink parking coupon. Shrieking, she stared at the rearview mirror. "Oh my God. What the hell? How could I forget to wear mascara?". Lia quickly fished out her mascara. Suddenly there was a knock on the window. She looked at the person she hadn't seen for what she felt as so long. She just stared at him, unable to open her mouth, let alone talk.

"I miss hanging out with you", Lia said, breaking the silence between them. Zam covered his hand with his mouth, pretending to think. He had gotten the girl hooked onto him. Hiding a perfectly devious smile, Zam just sat there quietly. "Uh. I'm sorry?", Lia blurted out, her eyes glued to the floor. Zam had not contacted Lia for quite a long time, trying to win her over. He even acted as if he had a girlfriend. She was always very quiet about that, and she stopped contacting him since she knew about it. And today was to be the day she would confess her feelings for him, and he would return them ever so happily.

This whole lie started about two weeks ago. Zam stopped texting and calling her, and refused to meet up with her. He avoided her by saying that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend, that was so perfectly made up that people were shocked that Lia bought the story. A girl, he said, a tall beautiful girl who took an Engineering course, and scored deans list every semester. How he managed to describe this to her was simply magnificent itself.

Unfortunately, something happened within that time. Zam noticed that he did not need Lia to live after all. Plus life was much more interesting as he began hanging out with more people. Now, how was he supposed to break that to her? She looked so happy too. He sighed as he brought the cup of coffee to his lips. Hot, delicious, black coffee poured into his mouth.

"Zam...?", Lia managed to speak up after hurting her eyes from glaring at the floor. "Lia, I can't do this, I'm sorry.", Zam said, looking straight into her hazel brown eyes, "I just can't love you". Lia blinked. Once. Twice.

"What?"
"You said you miss me. I'm sorry but I don't share the same feelings for you. Sure I miss you, but just as a friend."
"Zam?"
"Yes?"
"I have a boyfriend. And I miss you just as a friend too"

Zam's face soon lost its colour.

*the end*