ALITerAture

weekends.
its like a word made of gold. all in its precious 48 hours of glory. is
it fair that its only that long in a week of our lives, that we indulge
in our whatevers during those blissfull hours?
well. life isnt always fair, as they say.

anywho, what would it be like, without the usual saturdays and sundays?
ever wondered?
i have.
it’d be like this…

Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Monday
Wednesday
Friday
Wednesday
Friday
Wednesday
Friday
Friday
Friday…

uh oh…*sizzle*…..*fried*

hahah..

yeah…that’d be real bad ey.

im thankful for my weekends. even if its just two days in a week. some
people have it worse. some people dont have the luxury to even say "i
love my weekends."
no job to take a break from.
no PC to look away from.
no phone call to distract them.
no colleagues to bitch with.
no end of the month to look forward to.
no paycheck to cash in.
to spend…for the weekend.

its only Thursday. Tomorrow’s Friday. and then, its that end of the rainbow again.
embrace your pot of gold people. youre hitting jackpot soon.

excuse me miss
wach your step
be trippin on yourself
and fallin on me

why excuse me miss
watch your mouth
shootin off this and that
but not practicin what you preach

hey hey excuse me please
all i did was be myself
true to my sign
to my wrong and rights

so excuse me miss
i watch my step
mind doing me a favour?
lets just cut the crap

sorry i complain
but so do you
hate this and that
but so do you

sorry i doubt
but so do you
i judge in haste
but so do you

sorry i cuss
but so do you
make a lota fuss
but so do you

sorry i bitch

hissin n pissin all over your fire
but honey, guess what
so do you

fall i fall
i fall everytime
when he calls, when he calls

fall i fall
i fall everytime
even when it feels wrong, all wrong

fall i fall
i fall everytime
when "sweet, oh sweet", he calls

what do i do
what do i do
they all say its wrong
and i know everytime he calls
its all wrong, all wrong

but i melt
everytime he calls, he calls
i melt
everytime its late
everytime when all is dead

fall i fall
ill fall everytime
i know i ll fall
but its okay
its okay
ill fall
again and again
but i didnt get hurt
didnt get hurt
and i wont get hurt
wont get hurt
cause the fall is short
and i am strong
i am strong
wont get hurt wont get hurt
wont be long
wont be long now
when its my turn
to make him fall
make him fall
and when he falls
when he falls
its he who aches, he who aches
cause there ll be no gain
no gain
without some pain
some kinda pain

Approx. 7 minutes into 2006

Mr Swedish dude no.1: hello!
marlina looks at me. i look at her. hmm…..

us two: "hello..!"

Mr Swedish dude no.1: Do you happen to have any napkins?

….napkins? oh..there..on the counter. right. napkins.

he was in turqoise blue. and has the cutest grin. i see marlinas grin too. and its growing wider. tsk tsk tsk.

the fellas’ kinda drunk. he dropped more than half of the napkins in the packet on the floor. and shoots off into oblivion.

"what the heck was that eh marls?"

marlina shrugs.

"Heelo again!"

both of us turned. and there it was again the mass of turqoise blue.

"happy new year ladies!"
i look at marlina. marlina looks at me. i see a dangerous glare in her eyes.

"happy new year!" we said together.

"are you girls having a good time?"

are we having a good time?…hmmm. i suppose now we are. heh heh.

suddenly another voice bursts out of nowhere.

"Hello! happy new year!"

it was Mr. Swedish dude no.2. i had to crane my neck 90 degrees all the way up to only get a glimpse of his chin. luckily, he can bend his neck 90 degrees all the way down. aahh…so he has a face. nice eyes. very nice eyes.

oh…i see marlina s getting into a very comfortable conversation with Mr. Swedish dude no.1. niceee. heheh. very niceeee.

Mr. Swedish no.2: "so..where you from?"

i looked up and smiled. hmmm. this is going to be a long night.

…and the rest is history.

31st December, 2005
11 something pm
some bar on khao san

some stoopid american blonde keep flicking her hair in my face.  i swear, had it not been for the day that it was, id have held my jumbo lighter just beneath her shoulders and set her hair on fire. and maybe her ugly top while im at it. she should thank her lucky stars i am a nice person. heh.

ten mins to midnight
same bar on khao san

good god. the dj is playing that te-nenene song. people just never learn. but what the hey. thats what makes people, people. most politicians are like that so why not the common john does eh? hm. whats that? did the dj just yelled seven mins to midnight? ooohh…im soooooh excited. lemme just snap a photo of our feet before all hell breaks loose.

three mins to midnight
yup…same bar

mr dj: "three minutes to midnight!"
hm. is that the vodka redbull kicking in? … yerp. i think so. marlina looks occupied.  … oh..but of course shes occupied. shes been playing nipples with her mobile since eleven something. BORING.
i thought she wanted to get AWAY from all that bullcrap. whateverrrr…hmm…that dude in red suddenly looks hot. yerp yerp..me drink is definately kicking in. thank gawd.

one min to 12am
same bar. think we moved just an itty lil bitty to the left by now cos the stoopid blonde is STILL flicking her stoopid hair in my face.

mr dj: "one minute to midnight!"
the crowd: "wooooot woooooot!"
marlinas lookin at me. im givin her the brow. i told her ill be kissin her at the strike of 12.

wait a minute. did i say that…or was i just thinking that? hm. feck it. ill just ready the camera. just in case something interesting happens. like…i dunno…mayb the sudden appearance of an underground rave beneath the bar..or something…

12am 1st january 2006

happy new year and all that jazzzzz…….

To Be Continued…

this entry is to celebrate the first birth of my next generation. my
dearest longest friend aida safely gave birth to a lovely absolutely
adorable little girl. the names eesha malaika. i will call her by her
second name. she is the most precious baby ever. aida, i know you
probably ll never read this, but ill say it anwyays. as of last night,
ive come to know the new meaning of happiness. im so grateful for all
that is our friendship. i love you. i love your baby. and i will love
more of that as every day passes. suddenly its like only yesterday that
we met at the school gates, and walk side by side towards home. its
only yesterday that we laze around in your room and talk about
nothings. its only yesterday that we wait on each other before going
for collage classes. its only yesterday that i saw you before i leave
for Perth. only yesterday i see you walking off into marriage bliss
with husband in hand. only yesterday that i saw you pregnant for the
first time. so many yesterdays thats shining so crystal clear right
now. but nothing outshines the memory of our 8 year old faces, looking
at each other in fear, that one afternoon when we were caught cutting
agama class once upon a time. i will always smile at that memory.

i hope and pray for you
my sister my friend
for nothing but
happiness for all that is celebrated
strength for all the hardship that is sure to come
wisdom for all the new beginnigs of this new chapter of your life
faith for every broken moments that you might encounter
and fullfillment for every little or big achievements accomplished.

here s to Malaika. Lovely little Malaika.

think too much
think too much
get mind messed up
get mind hung up

think too much
think too much

worry worry worry
bout past bout present
bout whats not goin to happen
bout what will

think too much
think too much
bout the he say
she say
they say

think too much
think too much
bout what done wrong
what should be done right

think too much
think too much
will it ever stop
will it ever stop

think too much
think too much
bout being in love
falling out of love

think too much
think too much

lets just pray

for inner peace
and happiness

today i want to ramble, Jaja-style.

It is Thursday.

and on this thursday, i ate curry bun and ikan bilis bun. but both oso taste same same. how much i pay? 2.30 for the curry bun and 1.80 for the ikanbilis one. apa cerite skarang? macam sial. makes me sick how people always wan to make money like dat. bloody mo-fos and po-mos.

by the way, lets compile our own words and make our own dictionary. for example, widely used among urbanites, mo-fos are, mother fuckers. now, here s a new one. its po-mos. that s po = pony, and mo = morons. why pony? because the little ponnies said so. and why morons? cause morons sounds so dayyyym cool next to idiot. practice makes puuurfect my lovelies. so say it once a day to keep the fuckers away.

and then there was Sade. aaah Sade sweet Sade. doesnt she make you wanna do something melodarmatic just because? actually, when i listen to her, i just feel like i wanna get stoned and listen to her somemore. hm. thats neverending innit? it would be a very bad thing if i actually go out and do it.

speaking of neverending, did anyone catch that movie Neverending Story on Astro few weeks back? i did. saw it on HBO at Prince’s place. now i wonder what the hell about it that was so damn great. but hey, its a classic.

Nelly Furtado is annoying. but she kinda reminds me of Asha Gill.

Harpers Bazaar is one heck of a fashion mag. but then id probably say the same about all the other Harpers Bazaar types. they talk about the colour black like its a bloody crack in a building. BIG deal, apparently. black is black. and then theres you. so..keep it at that la. but hey, they re making all the freakin money right? right. therefore, they can talk about the bloody colour black however the hell they want i suppose. its just … annoying. ‘ats all…

Shit. now theres ala feng tau music playing on the mac. brings back too many bloody memories. change. change!

trippin aint what it used to be. and now im getting old. but youre never too old for that one last trip yo. so feck it and lets go.

Daft Punk rawks. they can say the simplest things and make your heart go flipity flop.

It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there’s something about us I want to say
Cause there’s something between us anyway

I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there’s something about us I’ve got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you

I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I’ll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

i mean…doncha feel like going F-L-I-P-I-T-Y  F-L-O-P??..they are ….Best.

ok. its time to end my crap session for today. if there are enough po-mos out there to piss me off, i shall return with more crap to vomit.

in the meantime, dont use antiperspirant sprays. theyre no good.

yours truly.

feel me feel you
lost in words
in your touch

feel me feel you
lost in warmth
in your grasp

tender things
tender thing
tell me, are you feeling me
feeling you?

i love, i loathe

i lead, i lay

blessings, blessings

all Red’s blessings

much to give

much to get

come see, come

see red blend

white blue black green

pink and more colours never seen

happy days

more happy days

…lets make it happen.