Scrap That

Yesterday the PC guy said my 'baby' will be sent to the Samsung manufacturer or whatever they call a place for accidentally-stepped-on external hard disk. Luckily the step was light and as soon as I realised the terror, I wept hysterically and did one of the stages of loss. It is called, 'projection'. By definition, blaming others because I was not always resistant to loss.  I shall name the consequence of such situation as the reborn of an amnesiac external hard disk. Poor baby! 

All my course notes for people of next generation, pictures of moments, songs collection, videos and who-knows-else can never be saved but that is not the main reason I broke out. 

Mostly, I cry out of my own stupidity. Kan lebih bijak kalau aku letak si nipis tu ke tepi sedikit... Itulah, bak kata Mak yang marah aku kerana cipta hobi menyalahkan manusia lain, "Benda dah jadi..." Lepas tu aku buat muncung macam budak gedik terencat.

The only thing which I put into back up file is 'Diary for M's Children' even though I didn't update that copy. Haha. I sound like a granny already. It just popped into my mind, inspired by a senior who was given the chance to read her mother's writings then felt touched at the end. Not that I want my child to cry for me or adore me. It's just that, what if I make a full guidebook-like diary? What to do if you gotta cook, packing for college student holidays or  if you hate someone (this is MAJOR issue, GIRLS)... Yeah, those sort of things. I used the humble Microsoft Office OneNote 2007 application. 

Right... These days I'm thinking about 'My Future Wedding Scrapbook" project. Sedangkan projek sedia ada semacam hangat-hangat tahi ayam. Don't worry M, that I confirm won't exist. MALAS MENAIP, TAU TAK??? Ececeh capital letters konon marah.

Amoi 2: Dah jangan nak melarat.

M: Entah, nak mula merepek macam orang meroyan pulak... Eee, meroyan? Mintak jauh (gaya Datin Sally)...

p/s: Progress of back-to-school shopping gone through slow flow. Tension I tau, sebab rambang mata di kedai Harvey Norman hari tu. 

     Amoi 1: Trauma lettew...

             M: Supertrauma.
     

Jump

Perasaan itu datang semula. Perasaan tak punyai kawan.

Perenggan baru bermula. Pengecualian kepada baris si atas. Lets give a nice shot from the above issue. Here we go...

That was a time-out. Definitely He who pulled me from the ring of life. Just a temporary break so that I can use my head well again. A time-out which made me thinking. As if He poked me gently saying, "M, do you know I always there, be you asleep, be you astraying yourself from Me?" Alhamdulillah, I am still a human not beast-headed. I'm consoling my heart to accept this as only an extraordinary silence instead of loneliness. 

Perenggan penamat. Berbentuk video selingan kerana post ni nampak kurang gemuk. Ya, aku benci kegemukan tapi yang ni tak boleh kurus. Aku tak kira kau pandai cakap 'omputih' ke tak, kau cuba  fahamkan jugak kata-kata yang dinyanyikan ni.

p/s: The pinkness seduced me and you are indeed, SALTY! Oh Cincaluk...

Monologue Play

If I’m given an antagonist part, I would love to play a script like below:-

I am still unpopular.

And people still being lame and stupid but I still like them for my benefits. 

Scheming. You are used to that aren’t you darling? It is what we have in common, making full use of descent people. May their values remain, for us?

My gossiping partner is leaving to the ‘I nation’ this spring. I guess I almost have none. Not even you, my love.

Let’s say I have boxes of lovers, you’ll be in the Bad Box. 

I love you but your bad colours.

Your body and soul perhaps too far. Your name rings in my head. As I held your hands in my dream, I hoped we get into being good people. Let us live nobly, forever. My eyes say, "Say yes, say yes my dear!"

I woke up remembering the same old you. What a nightmare now.

Still, flame of hope burns fiercely.

Then the stage darkens as lights are off, THE END. Closing the stage curtain... 

Tadaa... TOTAL randomness.

p/s: Perhaps there are real lines amongst above words?

Discovery in Malaysia

Tempoh hari, aku lihat objek-objek itu terpamer supaya terjual. Colikah itu? Tapi kenapa jual sebegitu? Eww... Itu objek apa? Tungku pemanas bagi si ibu berpantang mungkin?


Hari ini kami temankan Adik selesaikan persalinan lebaran beliau. Ada lagi. Apa tu? Aneh. Hari ni pula ia di mana-mana. Aku buat kira-kira. Aku uji kaitan ia dgn tudung-tudung pelbagai rekaan yg terpamer sama. Ahh! Mmg intim hubungan kedua-dua jenis objek ini. Aku rasa tepat tekaanku tanpa rujukan. 


Itukah benjolan bonus yg menjadi kegilaan hari ini? 


Amoi: Ya...
M: Penemuan


Oh, inilah yg jadi kepala tambahan wanita naif zaman ini... Oh... 


Balik dari mendapatkan rawatan utk komputer riba, "Eh, bukan warna hitam sahaja. Bahkan merah jambu pun ada!" Memuktamadkan jawapan. Ishh... tak ambil gambar pula. Tapi aku betul-betul yakin itulah dia... Haha bunyi macam jakun.


Inilah, unsur penipuan dlm berpakaian. Pernah aku terjumpa blog seorang blogger yg berani menegur sang penjual sanggul palsu ini. Mabruk! Susah nak jumpa semangat macam itu hari ni! Oh malu dgn diri sendiri pula. Tiada tindakan dari aku petang tadi. Kakak-kakak sekalian, aku cadangkan tak payah pakai tu. Dah cantik dah. Tak perlu kot ambil risiko (dosa), susah-susah nak ikat sanggul palsu lagi. Betul, tak tipu, dah cantik dah tu... 


Nak buat macam mana, ada permintaan, adalah pemasaran berjalan. Macam apa yg berlaku ttg tudung syria... Mak cakap, "Penjual tu cakap kalau jual saiz L tak laku la... Yg Mak beli ni (saiz L) pun betul2 tinggal tiga je." Haihh. Aku tak gemar 'tudung awning'.



p/s: pasal Perjumpaan Kawan-kawan, aku ikut flow lah.