.the crap entry.

Note down: The I don’t-know-what-I’m-talking-about-crap.

Last night, I watched an Indonesian movie, ‘Janji Joni’ and was so disappointed as I realize the only Malaysian movie that has this kind of story telling is actually none. Okay so there’s some independent movie out there at the cinema approaching slowly, trying very hard to bloom in the film industry but they’re still a soupçon behind.

We are a bit in the rear, in a bit of everything, don’t you think?

I mean, there’s truth in my words…just look at our local soccer team and see how they play! *oh boy oh boy* And the government…I heard they are trying to improve our public toilet. wtf… in 2006? Come on! (and we havta pay RM0.30 to piss in a hancing pering loo goddammit) And they’re still discussing about how the enhancement is going to be like while other countries had already move forward twenty steps ahead.

Oh dear. That was a little inconsiderate of me…wasn’t it?

Sorry, no pun intended there. I’m agitated to post up something but can’t seem to find anything interesting to share instead of my stupefied, mind-numbing life story. *thinks hard*
I’m staring blankly at the screen, my fingertips are left on the keyboard cramped and my laptop is going to hibernate any time soon since I forgot to recharge it last night.

My friend is peering over my laptop to read what I’m trying to blog about while blithely scooping some yogurt. She then threw me a smug smile before concentrating to her yogurt and corked in my mp3 player in her ear and listen to some indie songs. Pfftt.

Ira has suggested me to watch ‘Baik Punya Cilok’. She had watched it with Amril and won’t snub any invitation to watch it again. And if that girl has the urge to watch malay film twice, thrice, well then I guess it must be a pretty good Malay flick. Hurm not that Ira has a good taste in movies but I kind of have faith in her tang *laugh maniacally*

I’m going home to KL in a few days time (how I even detest the word home, KL is not my home, it’s just a place I currently live in) to celebrate my sister’s birthday. She’s the successful one in the family; at the age of 35 she is the richest, the brightest, the most genius of us five. I’m quite broke to buy her anything. She already got everything; (well, almost) with RM8K slipped into her bank account monthly, she could buy almost anything she desires to pay money for. I used to watch her buy diamonds and computer gadgets like she buys a bar of chocolate. *faints*

Sometimes, I silently yearn to be like her.

Successful and confident…though deep down inside she is as fragile as any woman.


Well, happy birthday in advance dear sister.


Living my life pathetically happy.
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