. r u n r u n r u n .

It's done, beeyaaattcchhh!

Meet me at the finish line.

Even if I hit the line looking like I'm gonna die.

It ain't over till the clock strikes midnight on NYE2011!

Woottt!

"The one who's good in taking care of other people is the same person who needs someone to take care of them."

. d i g .

If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone

. r a q e e m .

Baby Raqeem at 3.5 days old.
Born Tuesday November 16th 2010.
The perfect first anniversary gift for your loving parents.
May your birth bring more happiness to the family.

Staring at you all tomato-like adorable and peaceful moved me.
Melted my tofu inside like I never thought possible.

I pray you'll grow up to be a superstar of a person.
Surrounded with so much love.
Sheltered from the ugliness of the world.

Love always xx

.ofWork.

I've been going to work sick.
Like, a whole lot.
Even when my head feels like exploding.
Someone said to me the other day "You're sick. Why did you come to work?"
I told her that I would only call in sick if I really can't get out of bed.
When I'm feeling like I'm actually finally dying.
She said "Good work ethics."
In all honesty, I'm just terrified to even think about what will happen to me if I don't get my work done on time.

. r a i n .

Rain, rain go away.
Come again another day.
Help me keep the blues at bay.

"She's only happy in the sun," says Ben Harper.

. a i d i l a d h a .

I'm always quite (okay, maybe very) bitter when it comes to Raya.
I dunno. I guess I don't quite understand the big hoo-haa people often make about it.
When really, it's about being grateful.
Forgiveness.
Love for each other.
The act of giving and forgiving.
Also, yes, sacrifice.

So I will take this space of mine to wish you a Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha.
I hope that you will be showered with immeasurable amount of love.
Be thankful.
Give back.
You know, even the smallest thing means a lot.
Have a blessed day.
Believe me when I say: Maaf zahir dan batin.

Love always.
Always, always.
xx

.ofUglyThoughts.

Ahh PMS.
A girl's worst enemy.
The gloomy weather doesn't help either.
This feels just like Fall in college.
Dark and depressing, wishing that Winter won't come anytime soon.
And that horrible feeling knowing that December will be just around the corner.
Which means more birthdays will be missed.
I used to love December despite that horrible feeling.
December means celebration.
Now December = Depression.
Booooo!
Okay yeah, I'm PMS-ing and sick.
Nothing is good right now.

.ToYou;FromMe.

This got me crying.
(quite horribly I must shamefully add)
I hope you love this as much as I do.



p/s: Thanks No2 for making me aware of the existence of this.

.ofTanahair.

I miss the sheer joy that comes with hearing the announcement "to all Malaysians, selamat pulang ke tanahair" as the MAS aircraft safely lands.

Actually, worse, even the mere sight of a MAS stewardess in the LAX airport is enough to make me wanna break out into some crazy Broadway happy moves as I pull my pink carry on luggage.

Let's not even get me started on the excitement of seeing your loved ones in person after like a year of being apart.

Euphoric.

Sigh.

. p r e t e n d .

It amuses me how even surrounded with so many people, with mindless chatters, and crazy laughter,
one can still feel very much alone.
Empty and lost.

I'm going to pretend that I'm deliriously happy.
And this isn't just one of those temporary things.
This is here to stay.

. m y S e t h .

Sigh.
Feels so good.
It's been a while, boy.
I am reassured on why you've always been my favorite boy.

"So the date's in your bedroom. Saves money on gas." - Seth Cohen

.ofImThinking.

I'm at work.
Office is pretty much empty right now.
To the rest, it's like, shit, already past 7.
To me, it's only a little past 7.
Toooo much work. Practically unbearable.
But here I am venting out to my beloved outlet.
Quite insane considering the amount of work to be completed by (to quote the email sent) "EOB tomorrow."
Amidst all the freaking data floating around, my mind is not here.
I'm thinking "shit, I don't get to watch Eat Pray Love as planned yet again."
I'm thinking "damn, ran out of ciggies!"
I'm thinking "do I really wanna go see the doctor later as I promised my mom?"
I'm thinking "why is my stupid short hair so shitty?"
I'm thinking "okaaaayy, must really get back to work."
I'm thinking "malasnyaaaaaa..."

Okay. So enough thinking about everything else but work.
Oh wait, just one more thing.
The Last Song.
The book is waayy better than the movie.
and oh, I'm not getting paid nearly enough for this.

p/s: I've had Nando's twice in less than 24 hours. I swear I won't eat chicken for the rest of the week.

.ofNightsLikeThis.

I hate nights like this.
When I lie alone wide awake in bed.
Failing miserably in my effort to sleep.
Trying so hard to shut everything out.
To block all those thoughts from creeping into my mind.
And I end up with this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
This horrible feeling in my gut.
Makes me want to throw up.
Nights like this make it hard.
It's true what some say.
It gets harder at night.
Oohhh. Sexual innuendo.
Heh.