Having reached thus far in life, it's becoming clearer to me, what my life is all about. I maybe a bit late in realising it but hey, better late than never.

My life is but a set of undergarments. My prepubescent years and people whom I've gotten acquainted with represented by old undergarments and life's current and possible conundrums being the new bras and panties or those which I may buy in the not-too-distant future. If there's one variable in life that's constant, it would be change. Very cliched, yes. But what can I say, the very phenomenon of change being able to remain unremitting is just something I cannot ignore.

Getting back to the whole bra and panty issue. I shall not illustrate myself to be the seeming victim lest people assume that I am seeking pity. Sure, over the years people chose to ignore me and some have conveniently discarded me like an unwanted and dysfuntional bra. I too, have been guilty of that. But I guess it's for the better. Furthermore, we'll all get to meet new people along the way and henceforth, the beginning of a beautiful newfound friendship. However, we cannot disregard that this is part of a cycle. Whatever that's new, will surely come of age. When then do we decide that we need a spanking new bra? Why, of course when we discover that something's not right. Case in point, we would mend a hole in out panties/bra. But if the hole or tear is beyond salvation, beli yang baru sudah.

Similarly, we'd want a replacement for that dear friend or special someone. The problem is (or at least I think the problem with me is), would you be resolute enough to make changes and accept changes? Would you let an expensive bra, a dear one at that, be easily replaced by a cheap but a bra, nonetheless? Would it be as good? See, this is the problem with some of us (or is it just me?). We tend to compare between what we had and what we have now, right before our very eyes. So the question is, have we really grown out of it? Are we ready to move on and accept the bra for what it is?

Am I even ready to let go?

I should really stop thinking about bras and panties. world cup. ciaochinchow.

Firstly, I would like to apologise to that woman who's called Man. I'm really sorry girl. I've been going out with my family a lot and I mean really a lot. We'll go out soon okay? Not to the library though, because I have more than enough books at home waiting for me. But we can go cycling soon. (: I'll date you soon, okay?

Having said that, the whole of today was spent outside. For the first time after so many months, I actually got up from bed before midday. I woke up at a record time of 10.30 a.m. Very astounding. All the commotion because the air con men were here to do servicing. Shortly after they left, we were off to some alleyway for lunch. Okay, the eating place isn't really located at an alleyway. It's just one of those you know, eating houses found plentiful in supply along arab st, bussorah st, jalan pisang etc etc. Yeap. And we all had nasi padang.

After lunch, Baba drove us to ECP since we've all been bugging him about cycling. I had my reservations at first because everyone refused to get onto the 2-seater bike with me. The point is, I didn't know how to cycle. After much coaxing from Nana and persuasion from Baba, I found myself struggling on that two-wheeled thing called the bicycle. Having been unable to cycle all my life, mastering this was almost a titular effort. But in just a few minutes, I was good to go. I must say however, that you haven't really learnt to cycle until you've fallen and get bruises and scars on your otherwise almost-flawless legs. So to say that I brought home with me a few scars and bruises is an understatement. I have a strained ankle ligament and aching groin. To illustrate in a more explicit manner, I feel like I've testicles when I walk. But that's probably because I cycled a wee bit too much.

We left ECP earlier than expected because of the sudden downpour and then proceeded to West Coast for dinner. With all the hype going on; my new-found ability to cycle, and the hunger, we had clean forgotten that we were supposed to go to Expo for some underwear shopping. hur hur.

In any case, I'm guessing that west coast would have been as fun as shopping for new panties and bra because we were in delirium when we got there. Boy, I could hardly contain the convulsions of delight the minute we laid eyes on the playground. I must have forgotten at that moment in time that I'm on my way to almost becoming an adult. But fun knows no boundary (does that make sense?), so hey. I was so proud of myself when I successfully made my way to the top of the pyramid at the playground without much hassle. hur hur. eksyen seh. The view from on top was simply breathtaking. Hmmmm macam nak pergi lagi sehhh.

But you wanna know what really made my day?

It was a cute fat boy who was literally slapping and smothering his body with sand when all his other friends were busy ummmm skimming. God knows what madness compelled him to do such a thing and at the same time shout to his friends who're in the water, "Hey, (abu/zaki/ali) pasir ni sejuk sehhhhhh".

-_-

That translates to "Hey, (friend's name) the sand feels kinda cool". And he was just so cute because he looked all wobbly and flubbery. Okay, I'm just mean.

In the car on our way home from dinner, I suddenly had a bad headache. With my hand complete on my head and all, I confidently went "Mak, sakit kaki ah." Which translates to Mother, I am having a foot-ache. hmmmm.

In any case, I know I shouldn't stick my nose in wherever it doesn't belong. You know, lest it gets smashed. My nose isn't very sharp to begin with. hur hur hur. Bad jokes aside. My sister sent me a chat log of her and a person who apparently is someone who hates her with a passion so intense. The person's identity however, remains undisclosed. What is up with these people? They have the gall to hate someone so much but no balls at all to reveal their true identity.

I must say that this person is not only a coward but a dimwitted one at that. His or her accusations were groundless. He or she is so damn sure that my sister has been sleeping around just because she has a "battalion" of male friends. He or she has so much time in his or her hands that she knows if my sister has been eating food that's not halal. This person must have been observing my sister with much intent because he or she notices the colour of her t shirt and the gold sling bag that she has. Little boy/girl, if you love my sister so much, just tell her. Cut to the chase dammit. Don't have to play shy-shy cat with all the reverse psychology shit. It's a fucking waste of time.

And what is that I see you bragging about you taking your Malay O levels when you were in sec 3 because they
say you were too fucking smart? By the way little boy/girl, they SAID. Past tense. You've just made a gross grammatical error there. And by the way, I took my Malay O level paper when I was in secondary 3 also, along with sooooooooooo many other students. I bet you're not feeling so smart now, are you? Plus, if you're so damn smart like you'd wish to think you are, you'd know that the plural form for bitch is BITCHES.

Ohhh, if you are THAT smart, you should probably have enough sense as to quit bothering people. You know, go read more books or something. That's what a smart person would do; fully utilise time. Ohhhhh and if you're really smart, you should start repenting, seek forgiveness and refuge from Him the Merciful one for all the bida'ah you've made. You haven't got much time, dear little boy/girl.

Time really hangs heavy on your hands huh? You have time to see what my sister has been up to. You even know if she has been sleeping around. Mak awak tak ajar ke, jangan jaga tepi kain orang. Kain sendiri tak terjaga. Jangan-jangan seluar dalam yang berapa minggu yang lepas pun belum cuci. Ada je nanti kena kurap. Tak takut ke? hmmmm. Memang patutlah awak dipanggil kurang ajar.

Now, that's for saying "your mum is as stupid as you".

And as for you my little sister, stop gallivanting the fuck around. O levels are in a few months' time. It's time to fucking wake up and get the idea that you'll be having exams soon in your head. That F9 isn't going to get you into mass comm. Prettyfaced boys are not going to get you into NP/TP. Boys only mean trouble. You should know better since you're supposedly the smarter one.

I hereby declare myself officially unavailable to all males. Well, it's not that I've found the one. I just need to take a step back and think about what I really want. In any case, I had a very interesting conversation with Nasrul and Firdaus. I thought it was rather twisted.

It revolved around who we'd want to be, given the opportunity to change our gender and identity. I was quick to say "if I were a girl". hmmmm. Nevermind. Anyway, I said that "if I were a girl", I'd want to be Liv Tyler because she is just so exquisitely beautiful. And if I could be one of the many guys I'd looooove to be, I'd want to be Ryan Reynolds, simply because he's friggin' hot. If I could be a footballer, I'd want to be as inspirational as my Captain Fantastic is, as skillful as Xabi Alonso, and as hot as Kaka.

We had all decided to be shallow today.

Kwinella @ 11:41 PM!

woiii Sha, I was just about to pull myself out of the black market and into the open market. And you had to do just the opposite. No fun lah you.

In any case, I'm a happy girl. I'm a happy girl because I had chapati and I even went out for a while with my neighbour from the 11th floor. Yeap, that neighbour. But no, I didn't have that kickass chapati and awesome keema. I had the one from sembawang. And now I'm home, blogging about my happy day. As of this moment, I shall retire from my happy day and probably go drowse myself by reading a book.