Violet Clouds.

Bullshit ah kau.

Salah satu benda yang buat aku rasa sangaaaaatlah tak mahu balik Malaysia adalah BTN (Biro Tata Negara). Aku tak tahulah kenapa kena pergi sampai dua kali; sekali sebelum ke luar negara, sekali lagi selepas balik.

Kalau kem macam ni memang membina semangat cinta pada negara aku tak kisah sangat, but come on, who are we kidding?
If anything, kem ni bertujuan untuk membodohkan pelajar-pelajar semua.

Ambil satu situasi yang aku pernah alami sebagai contoh.
Dalam kelas, fasilitator kumpulan aku jalan kan satu aktiviti. Satu artikel surat khabar diedarkan kepada semua pelajar. Lepas tu, semua kumpulan perlu bentuk satu discussion sama ada artikel itu berat sebelah atau tidak. Hello, artikel daripada Berita Harian beb, so faham-faham lah. Jadi puaslan kumpulan aku bentangkan hujah-hujah mantap yang mengatakan artikel itu berat sebelah. Salah satu argument kuat kami adalah artikel tu hanya mengambil kenyataan dari perspektif sebelah pihak (dan tentulah pihak yang aku maksudkan adalah kerajaan) tanpa memberi peluang kepada pihak pembangkang untuk tell the other side of the story that will allow the readers to weigh the truth in the issue argued. Setelah penat kami semua bertubi-tubi memberi hujah-hujah kelas pertama kami (semangat gila ok haha), the only thing that the facilitator said was 'No, the article is not biased' and moved along with the next activity.

No? NO?!! That's the best that you can come up with after we worked our brain off trying to justify our answer??

Konon berijazah dari Universiti Al-Azhar. Konon seorang guru dan ustaz bertauliah. Give us a break. Kau ingat aku heran dengan ijazah kau yang mereput dalam frame gambar di rumah? Itupun kalau betul kau memang graduan universiti terhormat tu.

You see, that's only one bit of the whole thing that all of us had to go through during the camp. Aku paling benci bila orang layan aku macam orang bodoh yang boleh disumbat-sumbat dengan penipuan bertubi-tubi. I don't know if I can go through that again.

Like I once said, you can be stupid all you want but don't drag me along with you.

To myself, and to everyone else. But especially to myself.

Do you realise that when you refuse to do certain things, you try to give your reasons for your decision?

We tell ourselves that we won't wear revealing tops because we have ugly armpits or because we have back acne.
We tell ourselves that we won't drink because it makes us lose our mind and look stupid.
We tell ourselves that we won't kiss our boyfriend because if our parents find out about it our life will be doomed.
We tell ourselves that we will not wear miniskirt because our legs are covered with cellulite.
We tell ourselves that we will not lie because we will get caught.
We tell ourselves that we will not talk behind someone's back because we pity that person.

But these reasonings my friends, we can compromise with anytime we want.

We can tell ourself 'Ah to hell with those judging eyes. I can wear whatever I want. Besides, everyone does it and it looks good on me.'
or 'I don't mind being drunk once in a while, I'll stop when I'm 35'
or 'I don't mind doing things with my boyfriend because we're overseas and our parents are not here. We will get married and do these stuffs eventually, so why not now?'
or 'She's a bitch anyway so serves her right.'

But there's this one reason that is the strongest. It can never be compromised with, or at least if we do, we know for the fact that nothing we say can make it right.

And the reason is because it is against our religion and our God.
Now I've learned that as long as we live on the basis of that, we won't stray away too far.

Painfully, I miss you

.

Rockstars are like your perfect breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. And snacks. Okay I'll stop now. Or not.

I was thinking just now..

What if there is a condom that has a jukebox connected to it with a wireless remote control, so that when we use it we can just choose a song that we would like to play. And as soon as the song starts playing, our sex partner turns into the hot band member of the band of which the song is playing.

Hello Chris Martin. Hello Matt Bellamy. Hello Thom Yorke. Hello Will Champion. Hello Dave Grohl. Hello Alex Kapranos. Oh hello again Chris Martin. Hello Julian Casablancas. Eww, Nick Jonas??! Who the hell put a fucking Jonas Brothers song in this fucking jukebox?!!! *presses the delete song button*Arghh I've lost it!! Wait a minute, is that...Oh hello there Guy Berryman! Hello Colin Greenwood.Hello Albert Hammond, Jr., Hello Brandon Flowers, Hello...er, Karen O? Oh honey you're cute but I just don't swing that way...Hello Mark Wilson, Hello the much younger version of Liam Gallagher. Hello Brandon Boyd...My my, you're HOT. Oh and hi again there, I'm glad you come back, my love Chris.


I am at your service.

Imma get me somma these.

Things that I want to have before going back:

1) Coldplay Strawberry Swing single from ebay
2) Coldplay The Singles 1999-2006 Vinyl Boxset from ebay
3) Coldplay any CD single that I have not owned
4) A pair of black/blue gorgeous heels
5) Benefit Just Peachy face powder blush
6) Burjois/Napoleon Perdis pencil eyeliner
7) Napoleon Perdis/Burjois/Stila lipgloss
8) Target Long Dress which I've tried few days ago and fell in love with straightaway
9) Apple iPod Touch 8GB (murah2 sudeyh)
10) Macquarie University sweater
11) Few pairs of Jeans from Evans UK online shop
12) Few pairs of cardigan of no particular brands
13) Few pairs of cheap shoes from Rubi
14) MAKEPOVERTYHISTORY Tshirt
15) Canon Powershot SX200 IS
16) Dorothy Perkins knitted hoodie
17) ASOS Side Zip Slouch Bag


Now those are a lot, and surely I will not get most of them anyway, but putting them all in a list sorta gives me hope.


Oh and for those who are kind enough to get me a birthday present, this can be a guideline for all of you. Any questions (the sizing for example), you can ask me through Iner. Ngahaha. (so not obvious Farizah..).
Kthnxbai.

Beku.

Jika ditakdir beramai itu tidak jitu,
maka aku ini biar hanya satu.

Kerana dikesekian kalinya bibir ini mengukir, mata ini melihat, tangan ini melambai,
dikesekian itulah bibir itu menjuih, mata itu menjeling, tangan itu menuding.

Terima kasih sahaja untuk cinta palsu.
Aku lebih rela sendiri selalu.