Note down: The nonsensicality.
A friend asked me earlier this morning a question that makes me think. ‘If you want to be happy, you gotta have reason to be happy about right?’
Really? Not quite larr but I do come out with some reasons, just to prickle my wits a bit.
Here is some of the reason I have listed down, just in case I do need a raison d'être to believe that I deserve to be happy:
I am happy, blissful and content that I am:
-Not fat.
-Not pregnant.
-Not addicted to anything.
-Have a pair of nice tits.
-Single.
There goes my ludicrousness.
I wanted to say something constructive and adequate in my blog, like what my friend Abby suggest people to do (she meant of quit talking crap about love, bla bla bla and start talking about something more imperative i.e. world crisis, kids suffering, economy mishap) but I can’t find a perfect issue to discuss. I am afraid that I would say the wrong piece of information since I don’t read as much. At this time of mending my broken heart, all I found intimidating and provocation to my mind is concerning how complex this creature called men can be at times. I mean, for ages, this is the most desired matter of all times, unanswered even. Women over the world have come together over coffee and chocolates (I meant to say ciggies but decided not to) to analyze the perplexing behavior of men. (Guy, chap, male, whatever you feel like calling them) To me, men are not that complicated, even if they’d like you to think they are. Okay so they’re complicated, but sometimes men can be obvious every so often. But it’s us who often get blinded and fouled by the name of love. Love is blind they say, but sometimes we are blinded to a fault rather than love itself.
Anybody who agree, raise your hand.
Today, I got a call from someone’s (who has been close to me for four years) mom. She told me that she regrets it what has happened between her son and me. I can’t help but to cry and sob when I heard she cried at the other line, saying that she loves me like her own daughter.
Here’s a part of the conversation:
Makcik: Makcik dah lama nak beritahu ibah hal ni kat ibah tapi makcik tak sampai hati.
Ibah: tak pe makcik, dia dah beritahu kat ibah sendiri.
Makcik: ibah sabar banyak2 yer..
Ibah: saya redha makcik. Dia yang buat keputusan ni, dia tau apa yg terbaik utk diri dia.
Makcik: Makcik sayang sangat kat ibah, macam anak makcik sendiri. Adik2, semua kat sini sayangkan ibah..
Ibah: Ibah pon sayang sangat kat makcik, dan adik2. Ibah dah anggap makcik macam mak ibah sendiri. Ibah rindu sangat kat semua.
Makcik: Kami pon sama. Ibah, jangan lah sebabkan hal ni kita putus hubungan ye. Kita tetap keluarga. Ibah kalau ada masalah, ibah beritahu kat makcik, kita bincang sama2. yer?
Ibah: Ye lah, makcik. Ibah tetap anggap makcik sekeluarga mcm keluarga ibah jugak. Ada masa nanti ibah datang jumpa makcik yer. Ibah mintak maaf semua benda ni jadi. Kami masing2 ada buat silap, masing2 dah tak boleh terima keadaan. Ibah memang sayang sangat2 kat dia. Tak pernah ibah benci dia, makcik. Dia dah buat keputusan, ibah kena terima. Walaupon ibah jumpa lelaki lain, tapi sayang pada dia tetap ada. Tak pernah berubah.
Makcik: Kamu dua2 masih muda, apa yang kamu buat semuanya ikut kata hati,tak fikir panjang.
Ibah: Silap ibah juga agaknya makcik. Takpelah kali ni biar ibah mengalah. Ibah tak salahkan dia kalau dia nak cari lain, itu hak dia. Cuma harap satu hari dia berubah dan sedar yang ibah sebenarnya sayang dia.
Makcik: Ye lah?kita tengok macam mana. Paksa2 pon tak guna. Ibah tu bawak bersabar banyak2. Dugaan ni dtg dari Allah, Dia nk uji kita. Mesti ada hikmah. Makcik pon nak yang terbaik utk Ibah
Ibah: (I kept crying)
Makcik: Ibah, ingat pesan makcik. Jangan abai pelajaran, ibah ingat mak ibah banyak2. Belajar rajin2, buat mak ibah gembira. Ibah ingat, mak ibah dah semakin berusia?.dia lebih penting sekarang ni. Ibah buat diri ibah berjaya, buat mak ibah bangga.
Ibah: Yelah makcik, ibah ingat.
Makcik: Lagi satu, jangan tak makan. Makan banyak2 sikit?.(laughing)
Ibah: (laughing) berat saya makin turun..
Makcik: Hish jangan mcm tu. Jangan kerana hal ni, ibah seksa diri ibah.
Ibah: (I seem to lost my word)
Later on in the evening, his mom sms me again:
SMS 1- Bersabar ibah, Allah nak beri yang terbaik untuk ibah.
SMS 2- Makcik sentiasa doakan ibah bahagia semuanya. Dan diberkati Allah.
4 years to build this love, to bond together two families and it only takes us some foolishness, egoism and selfishness to ruin everything.
Happy move on, ibah.
Love is in my head, but freedom is in my soul.
Quote me.
Living my life pathetically happy.
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i'm raising my hand..!
hahaha...it's true aite?
hurm ... nice pair of tits ... hahahahaha ... good one girl ... guess in that part, I should be glad of my bosoms ... cos earlier, we had some family gathering and they were mentioning how small I am compared to my 13 yr old sister who's getting as tall as me and I said, its okay, at least I have a body to die for ... hahahahaha ...
not that I'm gonna stop on writing craps tho ... its just sometimes, we think too much that the world evolve around us when there are a whole wide world out there that we are not aware of. If we stay like this, we're just like a bunch of white trash, americans I mean, who think that America is the whole wide world and everyone or everywhere else in the other parts of the world still lives on trees ...
btw, what is this about ebing "single" again??? hurm ... I'm quite confused ...
update me okay babe!! later ...
FYI, my tits has been an issue to most men i encounter (yes including the polite hantz)to which i found rather insulting at times haha. but it's an asset eyyy?? hahaha...like u said, a bosom to die for no matter how petite my figure is!
yes, i agree with u there about the american who alwiz think they are everything, everyone and everywhere! i'm reading some books and maybe later after i gather information i could start to write about Malaysian films, arts bla bla a bit more useful ey?
single-ling-ling-ling! yes i am as single as u are babe! at the age of 24 where most of my friends are either engaged or married! pfftt!
i've broken up and that's the end of my couplehood days.
btw abby, it's *being* u bukan ada masalah vocabulary but masalah typing hehehehhehehe *kidding*
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