I got this story from a friend.
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck.. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. The bearer said to the pot, Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side that's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.
:)
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
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.touched.
i got a very touchy feeling this morning, after receiving a msg from someone.
he said:
'just like u to know that your writings have got moments.. they are genuine, arrogant at times. in case we dont get to speak to each other again. i wish you all the luck in chasing your dreams. i'm a dreamer and hence i never underestimate the power of dreams. They sustain hope and decency during difficult moments. all the best. good luck ibah.'
and to this person, who encounter the blog world for the first time...i would love to say thank you! what you said means a lot to me. and dont worry for not being able to say hi on my blog haha.
he even likes my writing on muar! yay! i love muar and i love it when people say good thing about my fav place on earth (okay jebat..umbai comes second haha). remembered what zatyl told me while she was brushing her hair some time ago 'ibah..i read your writing on muar. i like it.' and hopefully i could write more on muar. hey maybe i could even make a coffee table book on it! lol! with writings and photos! yeah...heck why not ey??
just as i was about to consider ending my blog. people like him, people like my friends who have faith in me and my writing/photos are what drives me.
*happy*
but then again, i'm still re-considering my plan of getting a new blog. humm.
cemana ek?
anyway, jebat...if you are reading this...you still have to belanja me makan ikan bakar kat umbai okay! hehehehe
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
he said:
'just like u to know that your writings have got moments.. they are genuine, arrogant at times. in case we dont get to speak to each other again. i wish you all the luck in chasing your dreams. i'm a dreamer and hence i never underestimate the power of dreams. They sustain hope and decency during difficult moments. all the best. good luck ibah.'
and to this person, who encounter the blog world for the first time...i would love to say thank you! what you said means a lot to me. and dont worry for not being able to say hi on my blog haha.
he even likes my writing on muar! yay! i love muar and i love it when people say good thing about my fav place on earth (okay jebat..umbai comes second haha). remembered what zatyl told me while she was brushing her hair some time ago 'ibah..i read your writing on muar. i like it.' and hopefully i could write more on muar. hey maybe i could even make a coffee table book on it! lol! with writings and photos! yeah...heck why not ey??
just as i was about to consider ending my blog. people like him, people like my friends who have faith in me and my writing/photos are what drives me.
*happy*
but then again, i'm still re-considering my plan of getting a new blog. humm.
cemana ek?
anyway, jebat...if you are reading this...you still have to belanja me makan ikan bakar kat umbai okay! hehehehe
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
.obese.
I have learned that one fucked-up mistake that you said could wash away all the good things you did. It’s the bad stuff about you that people tend to remember the most, and the good act forgotten.
And being someone who has the tendency to throw away nasty words, I have to admit that I am the least favorite to certain people. Hey, who wants to listen to negative comments about themselves, right? Truth hurts. Not many people could swallow reality down their throats without choking. It tastes ghastly and horrible. And it is indeed a human’s nature to like sweet compliments, even though sugar makes them fat.
I like compliments too. I mean, who doesn’t? But I don’t get them tossed in my face that often. And that is what I like the most about my life, to have a family and a few close friends whom I considered true people with true words. Being brought up as the daughter of a discipline teacher, I learned to chomp in the negative words and turn it into positive traits. Still, pleasing my mom with good grades, stay out of harm’s way or being a top notch at the workplace would not guarantee she will pat me on the back. For her, nothing is ever good enough.
The same goes with my close friends, their true words help me to understand myself better. They don’t judge me, they don’t compliment me but they know me well enough to let me know what they think of me and my work. I always know what to expect from them and what’s not.
Sweet talks melt you but straight opinions build you.
I will miss this blog :)
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
And being someone who has the tendency to throw away nasty words, I have to admit that I am the least favorite to certain people. Hey, who wants to listen to negative comments about themselves, right? Truth hurts. Not many people could swallow reality down their throats without choking. It tastes ghastly and horrible. And it is indeed a human’s nature to like sweet compliments, even though sugar makes them fat.
I like compliments too. I mean, who doesn’t? But I don’t get them tossed in my face that often. And that is what I like the most about my life, to have a family and a few close friends whom I considered true people with true words. Being brought up as the daughter of a discipline teacher, I learned to chomp in the negative words and turn it into positive traits. Still, pleasing my mom with good grades, stay out of harm’s way or being a top notch at the workplace would not guarantee she will pat me on the back. For her, nothing is ever good enough.
The same goes with my close friends, their true words help me to understand myself better. They don’t judge me, they don’t compliment me but they know me well enough to let me know what they think of me and my work. I always know what to expect from them and what’s not.
Sweet talks melt you but straight opinions build you.
I will miss this blog :)
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
.love me, loathe me.
A few days back, a friend told me; "ibah...ibah. You make me smile with your words," after I comfort him over a confusion. I thought to myself: 'Love me or loathe me."
Sometimes, it is tiring to explain myself to people. This and that. Even much more tiring to listen to people explaining about myself into my own ear.
I can be like this. I can be like that. And I can change from this to that in a snap of a finger.
On good days, I can be very bubbly, friendly and passionate so its easier for me to open up myself to people, where I will share my happy stories and thoughts on life.
But but.
On bad days, I can be a bit cold, defensive and annoying that you will want to stay as far away as possible from the sarcastic Ib. I would close myself up so no matter how hard you knock on the door, I would not answer.
Well, that's just a small part of being Ibah.
Fragile and petite. As the saying goes 'Good things comes in small packages' and the box written 'Handle with care'. I guess, this two best describes me. Ha ha.
---
Received a yahoo msg from an old friend. Years has gone by and still he hasn't stop trying to keep in touch, no matter how cold and aloof the treatment he got from me. Completely understandable. Ever love someone so much its hard to let go? To some people, it might take less than a minute to forget, but to some others...it might take years, maybe a lifetime. And if that someone tries to ignore you, making you feel unwanted...the feeling is much more worse than being dumped.
So, after all this while of behaving like a bitch...I would like to say hi to him :) I hope he's doing fine too. Wish him well.
The hardest part is to let go. You thought you've moved on...yeah you do move on, but the feeling keeps coming to you, haunting your lonely days. And just as you think you could stop loving him/her, you end up loving him/her more and more. Love is a risky business and it cannot be bargain. Win it over or risk losing it. I dont think I would take that risk again, enough of me loving only one person, and stick to the feeling until it fades.
Or is it much more risky than the win or lose situation? Because you got nothing in return.
Kan?
Ramadhan is just around the corner. Couldn't wait to celebrate the sacred month with my family and friends, break fasting together. I'm going home to Muar, to have my first puasa with my mom. Hope I could spend more time with her during this Ramadhan, insya Allah.
Selamat berpuasa to everyone.
:)
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
Sometimes, it is tiring to explain myself to people. This and that. Even much more tiring to listen to people explaining about myself into my own ear.
I can be like this. I can be like that. And I can change from this to that in a snap of a finger.
On good days, I can be very bubbly, friendly and passionate so its easier for me to open up myself to people, where I will share my happy stories and thoughts on life.
But but.
On bad days, I can be a bit cold, defensive and annoying that you will want to stay as far away as possible from the sarcastic Ib. I would close myself up so no matter how hard you knock on the door, I would not answer.
Well, that's just a small part of being Ibah.
Fragile and petite. As the saying goes 'Good things comes in small packages' and the box written 'Handle with care'. I guess, this two best describes me. Ha ha.
---
Received a yahoo msg from an old friend. Years has gone by and still he hasn't stop trying to keep in touch, no matter how cold and aloof the treatment he got from me. Completely understandable. Ever love someone so much its hard to let go? To some people, it might take less than a minute to forget, but to some others...it might take years, maybe a lifetime. And if that someone tries to ignore you, making you feel unwanted...the feeling is much more worse than being dumped.
So, after all this while of behaving like a bitch...I would like to say hi to him :) I hope he's doing fine too. Wish him well.
The hardest part is to let go. You thought you've moved on...yeah you do move on, but the feeling keeps coming to you, haunting your lonely days. And just as you think you could stop loving him/her, you end up loving him/her more and more. Love is a risky business and it cannot be bargain. Win it over or risk losing it. I dont think I would take that risk again, enough of me loving only one person, and stick to the feeling until it fades.
Or is it much more risky than the win or lose situation? Because you got nothing in return.
Kan?
Ramadhan is just around the corner. Couldn't wait to celebrate the sacred month with my family and friends, break fasting together. I'm going home to Muar, to have my first puasa with my mom. Hope I could spend more time with her during this Ramadhan, insya Allah.
Selamat berpuasa to everyone.
:)
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
.happy happy.
(ibah wanted to post this one up yesterday but was too grumpy to do it.)
First of all, before I start to rant on other facet of my boring life, I would like to shout out a very happy birthday to my dearest Muzzafar!! On this date, my dude has hit the number twenty four, an age when Steve Vai just moved to California to record his first album. (Muzzy is a great fan of Vai).
May you become a millionaire like you always want to and buy me a DSLR, a ColorSplash and a jeep, as promised.
Thanks for lending your ears when I pour out my silly worries, awkward tears and childish judgments.
Thanks for driving me here and there.
Thanks for teman-ing me on boring days.
I hope you don’t change.
Don’t change okay? Don’t become arrogant or bigheaded. These features don’t quite guarantee you could get laid.
And I hope you like the own-made shirt. You should be thankful I didn’t stick the word ‘bed me’ on it.
Love ya!
---
Now here comes the boring part. I just got back from a talk by Janet Lee, and am skipping lunch to blog. Wish Henry had cancelled the evening class but there’s submission to do, so here I am in the lab, blogging myself away. Am quite hungry actually, should’ve followed Melanie for lunch. *tsk*
Told Zatyl theother day that I felt like a nomad. She was horrified to see me carrying heavy bags around yesterday while we did our last minute present hunting (she saw me with the bags since Monday). And Zatyl isn’t the only one whose eyes go huge upon seeing me carrying a big black bag-pack on my shoulder and lots of plastic shopping bags in both hands. Gee. Psycho. What can I say? I’ve been living like this my whole life. And for me, forgetting to bring a spare of baby-tee and toothbrush in my handbag (yes, you heard it right, handbag) is a big sin. I’ve been spending the nights over at my brother’s house in Kota Cheras, my sister’s house in Alam Damai, Sg Buloh at Nurul’s and this schedule keep rotating. I might travel to Nilai-Cyberjaya next week as I’m thinking of plonk-ing my ass at my second brother’s house. And I believe that my mom won’t be surprised to see me at her door tomorrow morning, in Muar.
Yesterday, hang out at Zatyl’s room in Uniten. I love her window. Apart from admiring clouds and sunsets, I have an obsession with windows too. Always found myself chanting ‘the lights that shines through the window and glows on my skin’ whenever I see one. It’s like shoes and handbags to girls, the same goes with Ibah with her clouds and windows. And sunsets.
I had a good time with her gossiping and taking photos. Met Ruhil and Ana, her friends. Lovely people. ^-^ Ooh and the surprise party for Muzzy turned out great! He was...surprised! For sure! Though it's just a small celebration with only the four of us: Haris, Zatyl, me and Muzzy himself but it was fun. Zatyl and Haris came up with an idea of giving him a cupcake where Haris stick a sparkling candle on it.
I want to blog some more, but think it would be better if I stop here. Got a work to catch up with!
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
First of all, before I start to rant on other facet of my boring life, I would like to shout out a very happy birthday to my dearest Muzzafar!! On this date, my dude has hit the number twenty four, an age when Steve Vai just moved to California to record his first album. (Muzzy is a great fan of Vai).
May you become a millionaire like you always want to and buy me a DSLR, a ColorSplash and a jeep, as promised.
Thanks for lending your ears when I pour out my silly worries, awkward tears and childish judgments.
Thanks for driving me here and there.
Thanks for teman-ing me on boring days.
I hope you don’t change.
Don’t change okay? Don’t become arrogant or bigheaded. These features don’t quite guarantee you could get laid.
And I hope you like the own-made shirt. You should be thankful I didn’t stick the word ‘bed me’ on it.
Love ya!
---
Now here comes the boring part. I just got back from a talk by Janet Lee, and am skipping lunch to blog. Wish Henry had cancelled the evening class but there’s submission to do, so here I am in the lab, blogging myself away. Am quite hungry actually, should’ve followed Melanie for lunch. *tsk*
Told Zatyl theother day that I felt like a nomad. She was horrified to see me carrying heavy bags around yesterday while we did our last minute present hunting (she saw me with the bags since Monday). And Zatyl isn’t the only one whose eyes go huge upon seeing me carrying a big black bag-pack on my shoulder and lots of plastic shopping bags in both hands. Gee. Psycho. What can I say? I’ve been living like this my whole life. And for me, forgetting to bring a spare of baby-tee and toothbrush in my handbag (yes, you heard it right, handbag) is a big sin. I’ve been spending the nights over at my brother’s house in Kota Cheras, my sister’s house in Alam Damai, Sg Buloh at Nurul’s and this schedule keep rotating. I might travel to Nilai-Cyberjaya next week as I’m thinking of plonk-ing my ass at my second brother’s house. And I believe that my mom won’t be surprised to see me at her door tomorrow morning, in Muar.
Yesterday, hang out at Zatyl’s room in Uniten. I love her window. Apart from admiring clouds and sunsets, I have an obsession with windows too. Always found myself chanting ‘the lights that shines through the window and glows on my skin’ whenever I see one. It’s like shoes and handbags to girls, the same goes with Ibah with her clouds and windows. And sunsets.
I had a good time with her gossiping and taking photos. Met Ruhil and Ana, her friends. Lovely people. ^-^ Ooh and the surprise party for Muzzy turned out great! He was...surprised! For sure! Though it's just a small celebration with only the four of us: Haris, Zatyl, me and Muzzy himself but it was fun. Zatyl and Haris came up with an idea of giving him a cupcake where Haris stick a sparkling candle on it.
I want to blog some more, but think it would be better if I stop here. Got a work to catch up with!
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
.another one.
Alhamdullilah.
Scored another freelance job with Kuwait Finance House. It was a last minute job, but luckily i was available yesterday. It was a corporate event where a few Kuwait clients came here to present an investment deal. It was a 2 hours photography job and I had fun listening to the talk while snapping. Raja Zamilia Raja Dato' Mansur, the director I dealt with was all friendly and co-operative, which makes the task easier. Though the pay isn't that high, but I was actually quite happy to do it, to see the happy faces of the Kuwaits' billionaires smiling to the camera and asked about my photography interest was priceless. Had to thank Azoe for waking up at 6am to go to his studio with me and fetch the memory card. Thank you 1000x. Ooh, and thank you for the breakfast treat. Hehe.
The night before was totally hilarious and huru-hara. Spent the whole night with a few girlfriends, waiting for Azoe to come. Kinda a girls night out, though our status were different (one single, one with a boyfriend and one happily married). First, movie at the new cinema at The Curve, then dinner in Damansara and late night supper in TTDI. Azoe finally made it to our 'late night discussion' of credit cards applications, towed cars and sun blocks. Can't believe the guy could actually 'fire' and 'bombing' us with sarcastic jokes. My dear, polite Azoe. Ha ha.
Some of the greatest things in life aren't all about being successfull and getting rich or working for big agencies. To me, what makes my life so wonderful is a- to have good times with family and great friends which I always treasure, b- to be able to laugh at some stupid mistakes I made in life and c- all the wonderful, precious little things that happen around me, to me and to my family and friends. That's how I define my joy and happiness.
Nothing else comes close to these.
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
Scored another freelance job with Kuwait Finance House. It was a last minute job, but luckily i was available yesterday. It was a corporate event where a few Kuwait clients came here to present an investment deal. It was a 2 hours photography job and I had fun listening to the talk while snapping. Raja Zamilia Raja Dato' Mansur, the director I dealt with was all friendly and co-operative, which makes the task easier. Though the pay isn't that high, but I was actually quite happy to do it, to see the happy faces of the Kuwaits' billionaires smiling to the camera and asked about my photography interest was priceless. Had to thank Azoe for waking up at 6am to go to his studio with me and fetch the memory card. Thank you 1000x. Ooh, and thank you for the breakfast treat. Hehe.
The night before was totally hilarious and huru-hara. Spent the whole night with a few girlfriends, waiting for Azoe to come. Kinda a girls night out, though our status were different (one single, one with a boyfriend and one happily married). First, movie at the new cinema at The Curve, then dinner in Damansara and late night supper in TTDI. Azoe finally made it to our 'late night discussion' of credit cards applications, towed cars and sun blocks. Can't believe the guy could actually 'fire' and 'bombing' us with sarcastic jokes. My dear, polite Azoe. Ha ha.
Some of the greatest things in life aren't all about being successfull and getting rich or working for big agencies. To me, what makes my life so wonderful is a- to have good times with family and great friends which I always treasure, b- to be able to laugh at some stupid mistakes I made in life and c- all the wonderful, precious little things that happen around me, to me and to my family and friends. That's how I define my joy and happiness.
Nothing else comes close to these.
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
.dum-dee-dum-dee-dum.
Muar is invaded by japanese looking chinese girls.
Ah, they are moving on. The teenagers during my wonderful youth years wasn't into hip style or cool music. They were more laid back with weird sense of dressing. Any girls/boys who dress up and speak English was labelled KL-ites and sometimes they made us (yeah i was one of them) felt like we don't belong to the place. Partially true though, come to think of it. I, Shakirah, Ebnu, and some other names I forgot to recall, aren't Muar borne. We are either KL-borne or JB-borne. So.
Anyway, i'm always happy and proud to be a Muarian. Told Muzzo that a hometown describes a person. In Muar, i feel like i can live here forever. And i do noticed that i talked about this place regularly in my blog. Here's a description of how i spend my happy Sunday here:
Morning - i woke up early on Sundays. Basically because there's no interruption of horrible thoughts such as 'gosh i got a train to catch / argh! it's henry's class today! / where am i?, so this is the day when i can actually wake up with a smile and forget that i haven't pay the fine yet. I'll have regular Sunday breakfast with my mom (or the whole family) at our fav kopitiam, eating satay pagi, lontong and iced mylo.
Noon - Check out the mall. Check out my favorite 'J-Boutique' (they sell cool army jacket and vintage clothing at a very affordable price), check out my fav bookshop and browse for books i know i cant afford to buy unless i earn extra money, read the newspapers, read the mag, watch astro and just lazying around waiting for 4pm to come.
Evening - Yay! It's 4pm. Sometimes i take lovely nap in the afternoon so 4pm is the right time to dash out of the house again. I'll hunt for lovely creamy breads, cookies, goreng pisang and other kuih-muih for tea. ( i make lovely, with less sugar tea btw). Sometimes i'll hang out with my darling Wawa and Rahman, gossiping and exchange thoughts on economy and politic ( i do talk about these kinda topics with Rahman, he's my fav guy to chat about these stuff) where the conversation will go on and on until it faded to a part where i'll throw him silly comebacks and he'll make sarcastic remarks on girl's tits. We usually end it with him saying 'i know it's silicone, ib.' And sometimes, i'll visit my aunt and cousin, they'll make me tea and lovely biscuits.
Night - Ah, this is my fav time of the day! Muar is much more happening at nights, more food to hunt and more people to observe. I usually have lovely dinner with my mom at our fav places. Sometimes Muhkriz and Ito would join us. We'll be back home around 9, just in time to catch my CSI Supreme Sunday.
Midnight - I get 'emo-blues'. Listen to jazz, drown myself under the influence of nostalgic sound of it, dreamy thoughts and comfort of the sofa, letting my head spinning, heart breaking over stupid memories, the pain of missing him badly, and then my fingers will itch to press the keypad of my handphone and dial up his number or texting him just to let him know i do exist.......God, whatever. And then i'm off to bed.
And then Monday comes and i'm off to dirty KL and flushing my head down the toilet bowl every thursday just to make the eagerness to go back to muar go away.
---
Told a friend : I want to migrate. Say, melbourne. (though i heard it's far much dreadful than KL).
Simply because i wanted to flee.
See, i can be fickle-minded at times. One minute i'm loving Muar, but the next minute i'll be thinking about how wonderful it would be to migrate to other country, away from everything.
All this no thanks to the wedding i went yesterday. One of Muar's richest family held a grand wedding for their son, and being a faithfull, loving daughter, Ibah, i followed mom to the reception where chances are:
a- i'll bump into high school rival.
b- the house brings old painful memories.
c- i'll see that 'someone' i have no intention to see or even catch a glance.
and of course I :
a- bump into high school rival.
b- the house did bring old painful memories.
c- i saw that 'someone' who i have no intention to see or even catch a glance. Tsk tsk.
And for all this stupid reasons, i seriously reconsidering my plan of migrating to Melbourne.
I'll remember Muar for it's food.
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
Ah, they are moving on. The teenagers during my wonderful youth years wasn't into hip style or cool music. They were more laid back with weird sense of dressing. Any girls/boys who dress up and speak English was labelled KL-ites and sometimes they made us (yeah i was one of them) felt like we don't belong to the place. Partially true though, come to think of it. I, Shakirah, Ebnu, and some other names I forgot to recall, aren't Muar borne. We are either KL-borne or JB-borne. So.
Anyway, i'm always happy and proud to be a Muarian. Told Muzzo that a hometown describes a person. In Muar, i feel like i can live here forever. And i do noticed that i talked about this place regularly in my blog. Here's a description of how i spend my happy Sunday here:
Morning - i woke up early on Sundays. Basically because there's no interruption of horrible thoughts such as 'gosh i got a train to catch / argh! it's henry's class today! / where am i?, so this is the day when i can actually wake up with a smile and forget that i haven't pay the fine yet. I'll have regular Sunday breakfast with my mom (or the whole family) at our fav kopitiam, eating satay pagi, lontong and iced mylo.
Noon - Check out the mall. Check out my favorite 'J-Boutique' (they sell cool army jacket and vintage clothing at a very affordable price), check out my fav bookshop and browse for books i know i cant afford to buy unless i earn extra money, read the newspapers, read the mag, watch astro and just lazying around waiting for 4pm to come.
Evening - Yay! It's 4pm. Sometimes i take lovely nap in the afternoon so 4pm is the right time to dash out of the house again. I'll hunt for lovely creamy breads, cookies, goreng pisang and other kuih-muih for tea. ( i make lovely, with less sugar tea btw). Sometimes i'll hang out with my darling Wawa and Rahman, gossiping and exchange thoughts on economy and politic ( i do talk about these kinda topics with Rahman, he's my fav guy to chat about these stuff) where the conversation will go on and on until it faded to a part where i'll throw him silly comebacks and he'll make sarcastic remarks on girl's tits. We usually end it with him saying 'i know it's silicone, ib.' And sometimes, i'll visit my aunt and cousin, they'll make me tea and lovely biscuits.
Night - Ah, this is my fav time of the day! Muar is much more happening at nights, more food to hunt and more people to observe. I usually have lovely dinner with my mom at our fav places. Sometimes Muhkriz and Ito would join us. We'll be back home around 9, just in time to catch my CSI Supreme Sunday.
Midnight - I get 'emo-blues'. Listen to jazz, drown myself under the influence of nostalgic sound of it, dreamy thoughts and comfort of the sofa, letting my head spinning, heart breaking over stupid memories, the pain of missing him badly, and then my fingers will itch to press the keypad of my handphone and dial up his number or texting him just to let him know i do exist.......God, whatever. And then i'm off to bed.
And then Monday comes and i'm off to dirty KL and flushing my head down the toilet bowl every thursday just to make the eagerness to go back to muar go away.
---
Told a friend : I want to migrate. Say, melbourne. (though i heard it's far much dreadful than KL).
Simply because i wanted to flee.
See, i can be fickle-minded at times. One minute i'm loving Muar, but the next minute i'll be thinking about how wonderful it would be to migrate to other country, away from everything.
All this no thanks to the wedding i went yesterday. One of Muar's richest family held a grand wedding for their son, and being a faithfull, loving daughter, Ibah, i followed mom to the reception where chances are:
a- i'll bump into high school rival.
b- the house brings old painful memories.
c- i'll see that 'someone' i have no intention to see or even catch a glance.
and of course I :
a- bump into high school rival.
b- the house did bring old painful memories.
c- i saw that 'someone' who i have no intention to see or even catch a glance. Tsk tsk.
And for all this stupid reasons, i seriously reconsidering my plan of migrating to Melbourne.
I'll remember Muar for it's food.
Living my life pathetically happy.
__ib
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