Monday 28 September 2009

Spend the dash well, young one.


I know, one week until my birthday comes. Another year older, another year wiser (hopefully). While waiting for my mother at the salon, my dad passed me a book titled 'Aging Naturally and Gracefully', saying that "Read this, your birthday is next week".

WHAT ARE YOU HINTING AT, PA? *looks in the mirror to check for wrinkles*


I may squeal at the most random things in the universe, but I really do feel like I have grown up.

For example, Chelsea lost last weekend (to Wigan, of all teams) and instead of being sad about it and going on a binge eating spree, I took the news in and laughed it off.

You never really learn to appreciate a win without learning to lose.

Or, to quote Aerosmith:
"You've got to lose to know how to win"

That's life. You never really appreciate things until they are gone or taken away from you.

Just like rainy days and sunshine, happy days and not-so happy ones are here to stay too. It's basically your choice on how you best deal with it.



I also learnt that if you work hard enough, it will pay off and the results will be glorious.

Don't expect favours from others. Don't expect subsidies. Don't expect lady luck's help. Don't steal things that aren't yours.

I want work hard enough so that at the end of the day, I can enjoy something of my own that I KNOW came from my own blood, sweat and tears. Last year, the masseuse told me that it's important for a girl to have something of her so that there's something she can fall back on and be proud at the fact she owns something of her own right.



I am not defined by a ticky box. I know who and what I am. I don't need the powers that be tell me about my rights and culture. You should know better than to pick on a child who read the Federal Constitution at the age of 12.




I love the little things that make me happy: texts, jokes, e-mails, comments, pictures, songs, random people, videos, tweets. Sometimes, these things make me SO happy, my cheeks hurt. Maybe you don't get it, but it is very important to me because those things I just listed? They keep me (in)sane and happy in more ways than one.



I learnt to overcome a long-time fear. At some point in our lives, we have to face the fears we keep running away from. Be strong, be brave, and begin your story.



I acquired a new skill too. After years of joking about marrying Curtis Stone so he could cook all day long for me, I finally am one with the kitchen utensils and food.



Sometimes, it's okay to look stupid. As long as you're okay with laughing at and with yourself, you're good to go.


I have learnt so much in my life. I thank everyone who has taught me all the vital things I need to know and have made a significant impact in my life. In life, you meet so many people who teach you the most random yet true things about life.

I leave you now with this:

Friday 18 September 2009

I'll hold you to this, for as long as I breathe.

So, I have officially not fasted for 9 days. It could've been lesser than that, but the extra five days were due to the ear infection which, I keep telling people, is something I brought onto myself.

I'm not exactly in the Raya spirit. Maybe it's partly because I have no 'kampung' to return to. My 'kampung' has always been the Sentul house I have stayed in for the last 22 years of my life.
(Random fact: The house is EXACTLY a year older than I am. I kid you not)

But home is where the heart is, no?

The Eid spirit will come to me eventually.

*****
The last three days have been AMAZING.

+ On Tuesday, I found out that my nephew and his wife were blessed with a baby boy.

THAT MAKES ME A GRANDAUNT FOR THE SECOND TIME.

Congratulations to Ridz and Mas on your baby boy. We're so happy over the new addition to the extended family.


+ On Wednesday, my friend (we're both the authors/mods over here and she's one of my favourite people in the world) discovered 12 NEW (OLD) SONGS BY DAVID COOK THAT WERE 30 SECONDS LONG.

Seriously, we freaked out and flailed over the phone over the songs because they sounded AMAZING (we had the lyrics so we knew how good the songs were).

You have no idea how much it means to us. I would REALLY want That's All and One Second to Change Your Life to be released as full versions. Maybe Remind Me and We're Only Honest When We're Sleeping too.

HE SHOULD RELEASE A DELUXE VERSION OF HIS ALBUM SO I CAN ENJOY ALL THESE SONGS AND OTHER 'LIVE' TRACKS.

I am greedy, I know.

Oh and Chelsea won! Anelka's slowly working his way into my good books now.


+ On Thursday, SOMETHING SO FLAIL-WORTHY HAPPENED.

So, if you're familiar with Twitter, you know I'm on it. Sometimes you follow friends, and sometimes you follow public figures/celebrities.

Sometimes, said public figures/celebrities have a thing called 'Twitter party' or 'Twitter Q & A'. It's where you get to ask them questions and they will reply you.

Unfortunately, in my case, every time the Twitter party is held, I am either asleep OR I am in uni trying to finish my degree, I HAVE MY PRIORITIES, OR I get to ask questions but they don't get answered (SCORNED).

THIS TIME I DID NOT GET SCORNED.

This is best explained using pictures. *click for larger images*





SO YES. THIS IS VERY RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS.

I don't care he answered Arsenal anything but United. The fact he said Arsenal proves that he knows the Barclays Premier League. It's awesome, okay?


The last picture about the whole "SHAKING" thing? Let me explain.

I was in a bad mood before that. Someone reminded me of something that happened in school in which people were trying to label me by race and culture. They were making the decisions for me.

I know my culture and race more than any of you do know about me. I studied the Federal Constitution when I was 12 when my teachers in primary school tried to label me something that I was not.

I know better. Just because I flail at things you don't and act like a fool sometimes, I am NOT that stupid or shallow.

When he replied me, I was just happy because it gave me back my good mood. It's the little things that make me happy. I sincerely didn't expect him to reply to that because I had friends who asked even better questions than I did. And seriously, what are the chances of him replying you when his followers spam him questions EVERY 83778202883 seconds?

And the funny thing was that I have ALREADY SPOKEN TO HIM BEFORE AND YET, THERE I WAS ON TWITTER ACTING LIKE A DERANGED LOON, FLAILING AND SHAKING AT THAT ANSWER WHICH WAS NOT EVEN 'CHELSEA'?
I am such a silly child, yes, I know.

SO, YES. I WASN'T SCORNED. HE REPLIED ME. I ALMOST DIED.


And yes, I do realise how rude "This is VERY relevant to my interests" sounds.

I showed this to my mother and all she said was "This is NOT relevant to my interests. You know he ONLY said Arsenal because that's the ONLY team you can find in the English dictionary!".

BITTER MAN UNITED FAN.
Then again, she does have a point.

Yes, this made me ridiculously happy. If you don't like him or can't stand my constant yammering about him, be happy for me at least. I tolerate your rants too.

*****
SALAM AIDILFITRI TO EVERYONE.

MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN KEPADA KAWAN-KAWAN DAN SAUDARA-MARA SEKALIAN.

PASS THE KETUPAT, LEMANG & RENDANG ALL AROUND FOR EVERYONE!

Saturday 12 September 2009

You can go higher!

For those of you wondering where the heck I've been the last couple days, here's a gist of a VERY long story, brought to you in style using bullets:

- David Michael went to Singapore for four days.
- THE FINAL SEMESTER OF MY FINAL YEAR OF MY DEGREE PROGRAMME STARTED.
- Yes, that seriously needed to be typed in caps.
- I got a haircut. No, I'm not showing you how I look like now.
- I have a ear infection, where both my ears are currently swollen and it causing me to have a bloody high fever. Apart from that, I also can't move my jaw much because any movement made hurts my ears. Therefore, no laughing, screaming, talking, chewing, biting, burping (you'd be surprised as to how this affects my swollen ears) and sleeping.

So yeah, the last bit pretty much sums up the week. Most of you kind of know I'm a music junkie and as a result of the ear infection, I can't listen to music because I can feel my ear drums vibrating.

I'm getting better, though.


Since I won't be here for quite a bit, have a young David Archuleta singing Edwin McCain's I Could Not Ask For More.

Now, I know most of you do NOT like him, I can get that, but seriously, listen to him sing this. He looks like he's barely 13 in this video and his voice...I have no words.


In short, this child? HE IS AMAZING. HE IS ADORABLE AND RANDOM. HE IS PRECIOUS.

Ma, I know you like him and want to trade me for him, so can you get him to sing this at my wedding? If I ever get married-lah, that is.

Tuesday 1 September 2009

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO A SPECIAL SOMEONE.

Dear best friend,

I love you.

You're the rock I lean on.
You're the one who brings me coffee when I can't get up.
You're the one who puts the light out when I go to sleep.
You're my condition, my solution, my way back every time.
You're my calling, my way out, all the things I'm about.

You're my gravity.

Happy birthday, ma.

Come September next year, I'll take you to see Sir Alex Ferguson at Old Trafford, okay?

I love you as much as 'adik' loves lettuce.


Truck load of love, hugs, kisses and pouts from your daughter,
~RH/The Anodynous One~

P/S: Stay smart, ma. Smart people stick together to kick the stupid people's asses. Ha!

My mother knows me too well to understand EVERYTHING I mentioned in this greeting. That is just how awesome she is.