the one thing

if I have one thing to be said the most.

then I'll tell about my feeling, being fat or chubby or plump or whatever society named, for people like me.

it ain't easy, you know.

if I got a chance to tell what I feel.

then I'll them I never asked for xxl size.

I never want to eat and get fat easily.

it ain't easy, you know.

I can't wear garments that I like.

I seldom buy one.

it is hard for me to find clothes which suit me well.

that is why you will always see me wearing the same old clothes, over and over again.

I envy people who are taller or at least leaner than me.

but I try my best not to be intimated by all of these.

I want to enjoy my life the way I want it.

the way that I am happy with it.

with food.

I take this as a gift from Allah.

i loute u to

today, my lecturer asked the whole class to text our mom,

saying we love them.

frankly speaking, it is kind of awkward for me to do so.

I was not raised in a family where sharing what we feel is a routine, a must.

it has been a long time since I hug them both.

I don't know what's stopping me.

perhaps my ego, my pride,

or even my stupidity.

Allah knows it.

*back to the class*

challenge accepted.

me: mom, I love you :)

*waiting. waiting. waiting. almost losing hope*

not more than five minutes later.

ma: I loute u to

oke. ma sangat comel. 

the finger

sometimes, shit happens right?

well.

showing my index finger to people who annoy me,

because middle finger is too mainstream,

and has a very bad reputation in giving meaning.

the wish

I called my mom, asking about the condition at home right now. 

everything's fine, I guess.

I told her I caught a cold and cough. 

she reminded me to drink plenty of water, eat the medicine and no more cold beverages.

well, that's what a mom for.

to tell us over and over again things that we think we know, but actually, we don't.

and she said to me,

the wish that I've been waiting for every year.

"happy birthday yong. don't forget to eat your medicine."

haha. sayang ma!

it's killing me

one thing that I realize about myself is I often have my monologue in  English (pretty cool, I guess).

the funniest thing about me is no matter how much I think my monologue is interesting to be put in the blog, I will forget it in less than an hour.

and if I have not forgotten it, some "calamities" such as undetected connection, it is raining and the connection is turtle-walking slow, or worst, my abah forget to pay the internet bill, happen.

seriously, the loneliness, the laziness and the hunger are killing me.

the hunger is killing me.

meow~

random #1

gegel: just for you to know, I'm soooooo not going to dance with you.

boboi: errr~ not that I ask you either.

*cengkerik berbunyi dan menari-nari*

three of a kind

I found this quote somewhere in the Internet.

there are three kinds of people.

the first one is...(baca baca baca)

the second one is...(baca baca baca)

the third one is...(repeat bacaan)

the third one is...(konpemkan apa yang dibaca)

the third one is..(adeh terasa!)

"eh, apa yang jadi tadi?" tanya orang ketiga.