Wednesday, March 28, 2007
It's been so long since someone last pester me to blog. I used to have goodbye greetings going "Bye take care! See you tomorrow! Update your blog tau!" I used to have people telling me that Manchester United just won yesterday, so i 'noe what i gotta do'. True. My blog has long been an unofficial football column with my undying devotions to Ronaldo slotted in between every three words that i typed. But maybe as much as i believe that Man U is gonna grab the treble again this season, i too believe that my world outside football deserves just as much attention.
So yea, it's been so long since i myself last blog a decent hidayah-like entry. Maybe it's work that has been keeping me away from the keyboard, or maybe it's just the endless thoughts of his whereabouts and what he might be doing as of this very moment, that's keeping me from blogging.
OR WAIT.
Maybe it's because i know people snooped around in my blog, misjudged, misunderstood, misconclude, and then go off and shoot their mouths away with nonsense. Atleast when i blog about football, nobody bothers to tag any shits. Or maybe i should just demolish this online diary and keep a book one. Hmmmm. IDEA IDEA.
Yes, i realised that despite all that wonderful excuses, it still comes down to my laziness to type out about my ever-so-complicated life. If niz hadn't prod, i'd probably never go to
http://www.blogger.com/ until school starts. So yes yuhanis, you fucked up bitch, why must you remind me to blog. But still thank you very much.
And Miss Sabrina? Thanks to you too. Courtesy of Sab's emo blog entries and her everyday jiwang songs that never fails to fill our cafe-closing hours, i'm somehow more encouraged to blog in the typical id-style. Although half of the time, her entries got me confused and kept wondering what on earth this girl is blaberring about, i know her life's just as complicated as mine. SAB DUN STRESS URSELF UP LAH GURL, YOU HAVE IDHAM NOW. If that's not big enough to get into her skull, i dunno what is.
So maybe Boi is right. I contradict myself. To think i've got the nerve to ask Sab not to be stress when i myself looked as though i have the weight of the world on my two pathetic shoulders. The island-wide hunt with Boi and Wady was to no avail. From Clementi all the way to Punggol, then back to Tampines...we were like future Sherlock Holmes. By 6pm, i had to head home thanks to my great curfew, so the search had to end. In the bus however, i received a msg from Boi telling that they're both off to Chua Chu Kang to continue their supposedly "job-hunt". Hahah. Thanks guy. Love you peeps lots lots.
WADY: Boi, kakak kau kol.
BOI: Id, kau angkat Id. Ckp aku pat toilet.
ME: *picks up call and put on loudspeaker* Assalamualaikum? Tu siape? Fadil dalam toilet.
KAK ITA: Sape nie?
WADY: Kak, tak jawab salam sia kak...
BOI: Diam lah bodoh.
KAK ITA: DIL! Kau pat situ kan? FADIL!
BOI: Ah, apelah. Orang kluar ngan Wady la.
KAK ITA: Tadi pompan tu sape?
BOI: Adek Wady. Kite kat Punggol lah.
KAK ITA: BUAT APE PAT PUNGGOL?? Kau jgn nak nonsense ngan aku lagi eh Dil.
BOI: Orang tgh carik kann..
KAK ITA: CARIK APE?
BOI: Jalan, jalan, carik makan..
KAK ITA: Dil, kau jgn buat aku marah. Tadi Fauzi asek kol jer umah. Ape dier nak?
BOI: Dier pon tgh carik lah tu.
KAK ITA: CARIK APER?
BOI: Carik pasal.
KAK ITA: Dil, kau eh -
BOI: Tak lah tak lah. Orang tgh carik kejer lah. K bye.
Hahah. Yes, their nonsense are able to get my mind off certain things, but still i am distracted. Nas and Arab tried to cheer me up as well, (with doughnuts and stuffs) but i guess only i can cheer myself up the best. I am so thankful for all that they've done; for all the counselling Arab has given me to open up my alreadi huge eyes. Thanks for smacking the reality into my face and making me understand the whole situation. And thanks for sticking by me Arab, even though he's your best buddy.
BABY YOU'VE ALREADY RUIN WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR LIFE, PLEASE DUN RUIN MINE.
12:26 PM
