Tuesday, June 29, 2010

It Gets Messy

What I write on my blog depends on my mood, actually. For instance, if I have something serious on my mind and I wanna voice it out, my blog post will be based only on that 'something', and not about other irrelevant topics. The same thing goes if something occurred to me, or if I have a story to tell.

However, if I don't really have anything specific to talk about, my blog post will contain several different and random topics which I write just for fun.

But enough with the boring stuffs!

First off, I never post anything in Malay. Not that I hate the language, but because my writing will look awkward. I am more comfortable typing in English. If I start to type in Malay, my subconscious state will take over and I will revert to typing in English without me even realising it. The same thing goes to texting. Some of you who read my blog would have already known that when I text someone, most of the time, it'll be in English. However, when I talk to a person, its a different story. If its a Malay person, I'll speak in Malay. If its non-Malay, I'll speak in English. Perhaps I'm already used to it. There was one time in Matrics, Ravi and I were speaking in Malay all of a sudden. Then, he asked me, "Bro, why the hell are we speaking in Malay?" I guess I'm used to it, I don't know. If I were to speak in front of an audience, I will start speaking in English. I guess I'm wired that way, its weird. In my opinion, I don't write in Malay because then, my choice and usage of words will be pretty much limited. No offense eh?

Ok, so the next thing I'm gonna talk about is the Facebook incident that happened last night, and the night before that, and the night before that, and the night before that, well.. you know the drill. I'm not gonna write the names here, but I will write about what I felt. So there's this one girl in my friends list who broke up with her boy about 3-4 months ago, I don't remember. But first things first. I don't know her, and I don't think she knows who I am. She added me because we have mutual friends. Now that's out of the way, I'll continue the story. So, when she broke up with her guy, she was like, telling the whole world how he cheated on her, how she always loved him, and how she would never be in a relationship again. Hell, she even wrote on Facebook that he should pay back all her money, the money she spent on him. This was then followed with swear words. Now, I have no problems with swear words on Facebook, just as long as its relevant. Ok, ok, some people will disagree with me on this, but that's just me. Anyway, if you wanna swear, please don't do it like this:

"Goddammit I'm hungry. FUCK!"

"My sandwich is ruined, BITCH!"

"FUCK you, Dad!" (yes, there are some people on my wall who used foul words to describe their dads)

Back to the story, then. This girl is also the type of girl whom I call a Facebook David Lynch. This is a prime example of what I meant:

Her post on Facebook: I wanna slash my arms today because of what you did to me

Comments: Person 1: What happened, is everything alright?
Person 2: Are you okay?
Her: Emmm...
Person 1: What happened?
Her: Xda pa pe...

Wow... Full of mystery, innit? If you don't want people asking you what went wrong, and if you don't intend to answer them, then don't write it, okay?

I thought that was it.

Then, it got even more ridiculous.

She uploaded pictures of her, holding a knife. Underneath every picture, there's a caption mentioning something about her getting revenge on her ex, blah blah blah. She also posted a picture of her cutting the back of her hand.

Masochistic, much?

Now, a lot of you might be asking, "Why don't you just hide her posts or something?"

Well, in a sick sort of way, I kinda enjoyed rolling my eyes reading her posts. Yes, I am evil.

I even commented her posts sometimes, but she went all David Lynch and stuff.

So, the months went by and I lost count on how many times I've rolled my eyes. Recently, she coupled up with this new guy. Oh wow, what happened to "I don't wanna couple up with anyone." Ok, so you coupling up is your business and I don't have a say in it. Fine. But please, for the love of all that is good, stop beromen on Facebook laaa. 24/7!! God!! I know that you two are a couple, and you wanna bermanja manja and stuff, but please, limit them to text messages, okay? I mean, this is Facebook, a place where the whole world can see you naked. I have a lot of friends who are in a relationship, but they at least have the decency to not strut their stuffs on Facebook. The only way they let people know that they are in a relationship is by updating their status to "in a relationship with ..." on the side of their profile. That's it. Satisfying enough. But no, not these two. Nuh-uh. 24/7 beromen. Tak penat ke? (See? I'm using Malay now) Whatever you say to your partner, make it private. Have you no pity on me? What if my eyes roll out of their sockets? Geez!!

So, last night, I posted something on my Facebook about this issue. I didn't write the girl's name, of course. But then, siapa yang gosok gigi dengan cili, sendiri mau tau la. I think the girl knows that I wrote about her. Well, I don't mind. I don't need to kiss your ass just because you want everybody to know you're in a relationship.

I wrote this not because I feel angry. No, far from it. I dunno, maybe because I know that there are many people out there trying to wipe other people's ass, but nobody's really standing up for it.

What I'm trying to say is, if you wanna be in a relationship, then do so. But damn, don't beromen on Facebook. It gets messy.

Anyway, this guy's awesome.

Maybe my next post will be about him. :D

Saturday, June 26, 2010

A Night at Subway

So i got back from Subway last night.

I went to Queensbay yesterday, and a funny thing happened. Well, not exactly funny, but I felt funny after that. I was paying for my sandwich and just before I was able to get back to my seat, I bumped into someone. I wasn't paying attention when I was walking, so that was totally my fault. I began to apologise, when I realised that the person I bumped into was a 'she'. I got totally freaked out and began to blabber instead of apologising. The girl must have thought I was ridiculous because she started to laugh.

... Well, giggled. That's a thing for girls, right?

She did say I sounded funny trying to apologise. Maybe I did, because I really don't have a clue on how to react when bumping into a complete stranger. However, an even funnier thing happened right after that.

She invited me to have dinner with her right then and there. I was like, wtf? I bumped into her, and now she's the one inviting me to eat with her?

(the following conversation occurred in BM, of course, but I'd rather relive it in English)

Me: Are you sure its okay?

Her: Yeah, sure. I'm alone here. Plus, I don't have any boyfriends, if that's what you're worried about.

This girl sure is cool, I thought to myself. Even I wouldn't do this.

Me: Ummm.. okay, sure.

We sat down at the corner. I tried to keep calm, but boy, was that girl a chatterbox.

Her: So, what's your name?

Me: Syafiq. You?

Well, I decided not to mention her name her out of respect. Then, she told me something that I really did not expect.

Her: I just got out of a relationship.

Me: Whoa, whoa. No offense, but, we just met and I barely know you. Umm.. isn't this supposed to be kept to yourself, or at least, be told to your best friend or something?

Her: You look like the type that I can talk to.

That is soooooooooooo not true. What is this girl thinking anyway? I mean, telling a total stranger about your heartbreak? That is waaaaayyy too open. But, anyway, I decided to listen.

Her: I was in a relationship with this guy, A. At first, I thought he was sweet and all. He was, though, when I first got to know him. So, after a while, we became a couple. We were in a relationship for two years. However, lately, he acted weird. He started persuading me to sleep with him.

This is waaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy weird, I tell ya. But I kept quiet.

Her: I said 'no', of course. I wouldn't do that. But he kept pestering me. I just remained patient and said 'no' for the last half a year.

Me: Half a year? Really?

In my opinion, if a guy's been having a boner for just this one girl for 6 months, then, well..... that's kinda scary. I mean, this girl is pretty and all, but damn, that guy must have been obsessed with this girl the whole time.

Her: Yeah, really. Then, well, one day, I decided to call it quits. I became very afraid of this guy and I don't want him around me anymore. Its not that I don't believe in guys anymore, just, I don't believe in the word 'sweet'. I dunno, maybe its just me.

Me: Oh, okay... Can I ask you something?

Her: Yeah, sure.

Me: Why are you telling me all this? I mean, I'm a total stranger. What if I take advantage of what you said and do something on you instead?

Her: I know its weird, but you kinda look like him.

Me: Who?

Her: My ex.

Oh crap...

Me: oooh reaaalllyyy.. Ummm.. I don't quite know how to respond to that.

Her: You're quite the shy type, ain't cha? Always alone whenever you're in Queensbay.

Me: Okay, how do you know that?

Her: I've been stalking you. Following your every step. Lurking in your shadows.

Me: Uhhhhhhhhh... I'm scared

Her: Haha. Naaaahhh.. I work at Borders. You go there every weekend, but you never really bought anything. The first time I saw you, I was shocked because I thought you were my ex. But you're taller, so you can't be him. Don't you have a girlfriend? I mean, you're always alone and all.

Me: Hahaha. I'm single, and I'm not even sure I can get a girl. I mean, I'm not the sweet, gentleman type, you know.

Her: Then, why don't you be?

Me: Coz you said there aren't one.

Her: Hehe. You're quite the easy one, ain't cha? I said I don't believe in them. I didn't say there weren't any.

Me: Oh.. My bad. Hehe.

Her: Don't worry, big guy. You'll find the one for you. Maybe she's there, closer to you than you might think. Maybe she's out there and far away from you, and she's on her way here to you. You don't have to be sweet and cliche, just be yourself. For example, what are you interested in?

Me: Umm.. Eminem?

Her: REALLY?? I love that guy too!!

Me: That.. was unexpected.

Her: Haha. My point is, you'll meet her one day. Maybe she likes Eminem too. Or maybe not, but she'll respect your interests and support you on it.

Me: Thanks, really.. ( I'm totally out of words to say right now, actually)

Her: I dunno, but you'll make a good partner, even though you're not sweet. Hehe.

Oh nooooo, I don't think so.

Her: I wish I could hang out with you a little longer, get to know you. But I should be heading home.

Me: I guess, I should too. A bit tired.

Her: Oh, another thing. I'm sorry if I was rude or anything, you know, suddenly talking to you about my life although we're strangers.

Me: Naaahh.. its okay, really.

Then, suddenly, a single tear came out of her eye. I panicked, of course.

Me: Hey, what's wrong?

Her: Oh, sorry.. I didn't mean to cry in front of you, or anyone for that matter. Its just, a lot of things happened lately, and I was holding my tears and all..

Me: Hey, hey.. Lets get out of here okay?

This is really weird. This whole thing was really, really weird. I bumped into her, ate with her, listened to her life story, and now I'm walking her back to her car while she's crying. She didn't cry that hard, but her eyes were red. I gave her my handkerchief for her to wipe her tears. She started to return it to me when I said 'No, no. Keep it. Its yours'.

Her: Oh, because I have my snot all over it?

Me: No laa. Just take it. Maybe you'll cry again when you're driving. Plus, I thought you, a girl, will always have spare tissues and stuff.

Her: C'mon, look at me. I'm wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt. I don't even carry a handbag.

Me: Oh, okay then. About the handkerchief, I mean it. Take it.

Her: But this is just so wrong..

Me: If you want to give it back to me, just wait till I return to Borders some other time.

Her: I dunno..

Me: Don't worry laa.

Her: You know, I think you don't show this side of you very often.

Me: What side?

Her: You told me just now you're not a gentleman, and you're not sweet.

Me: I'm not.

Her: Seeing you being nice like this must be once in a blue moon. Hehe.

Me: No, I'm not. Really.

Her: Haha. Thanks.

Me: For what?

Her: For everything.

Me: I'm confused.

Her: Don't be.

And then, just like that, we went separate ways. I don't know why, but what happened that night was important to me. How important?

I don't know.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

A Stupid Dream

I had a dream last night. Although it was just some stupid dream, I felt like it was real. So real, I thought I really died.

So,here's what I dreamt. I know, why should I even bother writing it in my blog, since its not even real? Well, I don't know. Just for fun, I guess.

All the pharmacy students in USM, including me, were on a trip to Puerto Rico. Now, I don't know how Puerto Rico really looks like, but that was what my mind registered in my dream. The place we were heading, with all the canyons and rivers, was Puerto Rico. We were on the airplane when we saw the scenery. The airplane was landing and the scenery kept getting more and more beautiful. Ammar was sitting next to me. I said a little something to him but I couldn't remember what it was. What I did remember was his expression. Sombre. Like he knew that this trip was going to turn bad. All the other pharmacy students were enjoying the flight though. Little did we know that this trip is going to be a nightmare.

Once we landed, all of us took a bus to a rural area. A village, surrounded by tall trees, sparkling rivers, and mud-filled earth. The villagers, however, were kinda quiet. They did offer us a place to stay, all the while staring at us, with a grim expression, like we were terrorists or something.

I got into my room, kept all my belongings and stuff. I knew the others were in their rooms too, since I can hear them talking. The walls were not that thick, see. After a while, I decided to take a walk. I noticed one of the villagers eyeing a crow that just landed on the ground, scraping it. Without warning, the villager leapt towards the crow, caught it, and ate it. He was devouring it, like no one else's business. I got scared and ran back to my room, without him or anyone else noticing, of course. What is this place, I asked myself. The expression the villager had while he was eating the defenseless bird, it was like he was possessed. Eyes bulging, veins showing. I have to warn all my friends about this!

I waited a while before I got out of my room again. I noticed one of my friends walking towards one of the villager's house, probably wanting to ask him or her some questions. The door was opened, and without warning, there was gunshot. Two of them. The bullets went right through my friend's body. He dropped dead, just like any fella who's been shot would. There they were, the ones responsible for shooting my friend, laughing their heads off. A man and a woman. The man was shirtless, holding a bottle of tequila in one hand, and a double-barreled shotgun in the other. God knows how he fired a shot with just one hand. The woman was wearing tattered clothes, blood and dirt smeared all over it. She, too, was holding a double-barreled shotgun, but with no bottle of whatsoever in the other hand. The man continued laughing, drinking and finishing the tequila while he was at it. His face was bloated and bluish. The woman looked normal, but her cackling was enough to qualify her as mad as her husband was. My friend's body was still lying there, blood dripping. The couple dragged the body into their house while I thought to myself, "This is not good". I started to run away when another gunshot went straight pass me. "God damn it, they noticed me!"

I was already far away from them. Far enough to avoid any gunshot from a shotgun. That did not guarantee me safety though. What is happening, I asked myself. What is going on in this village? Why were we given a trip here? How the hell am I going to get out of here? Did Ammar knew this was going to happen? In a dream where you never realised that its a dream, those answers can never be found.

I met one of my friend and told him what happened. He was shocked, of course. Just then, another villager jumped out in front of us with a machete. He slashed my friend and turned towards me. I panicked and ran away.

The whole village was in utter chaos now all of a sudden. The sky grew dark and every house was lit on fire. Its like the villagers were trying to kill each and every one of us while we're still sleeping. Some of the students managed to escape. The others, not so lucky. Students were fleeing everywhere. Running, with no sense of direction whatsoever. Running with only the urge to escape, survive, and live. Blood spattered everywhere. Screams filled the air. Some were shot, some were thrusted upon with any weapon that has a sharp edge.

I managed to gather some of my friends and planned our escape. I don't remember what actually happened, but we got out of the village. Only then I noticed that one of my friends wasn't there. I took out my phone and dialed her number. Funny how Maxis managed to work in P.Rico. A voice answered the phone. I yelled out her name although I know my voice could be heard. "Where are you?", I shouted, many times, fearing the worst. It was not long before I saw her. I felt so relieved, but not for long. A crazed villager appeared from behind my friend, holding a weapon. Now, I didn't know what kind of weapon he was holding, but I'm pretty sure it was a type of gun. That's because I took the shot. A crack of gunshot, and I fell down, between my friend and the villager. The scenery went red, only its not a the kind of red people would be interested in. Just before I fell, the villager took out a bottle of tequila and downed it.

I woke up after that. I blew out a sigh of relief, knowing that it was all just a dream. But I thought of something. Something that we all know about, but too foolish to realise it before its too late. Something that I just couldn't explain, about friends, and death.

Well, that's my dream, people. Judge me however you want, its still just a stupid dream of mine and I'm just writing it all down on my blog, in whatever way I remember it.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Movies, Food, Technology and Rape

Wow..its been like, 20 days since i've written a post on my blog. Currently, I have no idea what to post. If you've been reading my previous entries, I was rambling on and on about politics, race, religion, and stuff like that. Oh well, perhaps i'll write something that is not too serious today.

First up, movies! yay!!!

One thing you dudes and dudettes out there gotta know is, I dont watch Malay films that is not directed by Afdlin Shauki or P.Ramlee. Yes, I said it. I'm a bastard when it comes to Malay films. Here's a scenario of how badly i hate em.

Bully: Later at 5pm, I'm gonna punch you in the face
Me: Uh-oh... (scared, then walks away)
Friend: hey dude, wanna go watch Lagenda Budak Setan later in the evening?
Me: Nope, I'm getting my face punched later. :)

Yes, that's how badly I don't wanna watch them. I'd rather get my face punched than sit through the whole movie.

Enough with the bastardism, aite?

Anyway, I watched two damn nice movies recently. I'm gonna talk a bit about these movies although I'm not a critic. Lets see how unprofessional I am, okay? Roger Ebert, please forgive me poor soul...

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I watched this movie. I won't spoil too much about this movie for those who haven't watched it yet, though. Ok, so lets talk about the positive things in this movie in the most civilised manner possible.

- The fight scenes are beautifully choreographed, it'll make you cry.
- Its funny at times.
- The scenery in China is darn beautiful.
- J.Smith is cute. Yeah, he really is. And he has an 8-pack, ya'll. Damn...

Personally, I'd give this movie 4 out of 5 stars, after watching it TWICE. Yeah, you read that right. This is because:

- There are some unexplained things in this movie. Watch it to understand what I meant.
- Some of the early characters were given too little screen time.

I think that's about it, though. I didn't watch the original Karate Kid, so I can't compare this one to the original, although some said that the original was much better. But hell, some of the audiences in the theatre cheered for J.Smith, so yeah, this movie is excellent, although not perfect. A must watch.

Oh yessssss...oh yes, yes, yes. Toy story 3. Its from Pixar, so what were you expecting? GREAT story. 5 out of 5. Hilarious one, indeed. Go watch it.

Next, I'm gonna talk a bit about food. People say Penang is a heaven for food lovers. Well, maybe. But screw Penang for not having this!

Yes, some of you might be saying "whaaaaaatttttt?? Burger King is not that great.bla bla bla.." Well, I can't blame my taste buds, can I?

One more thing, I think my English is weakening. I mean, I don't really think I can write that well anymore. Last night, I was picturing a situation where a man was taking care of an abandoned baby. I told myself to describe the situation using my own words. Well, I couldn't come up with something good. I'm taking LSP402 next sem, and the only people i know who are in the same group as I am were Desmond and Thanushiri. Maybe there are others, but none that I know of at the moment. Sigh... who am I kidding.. I mean, my English is not that good, but most people seem to think that I have great command in English, especially in Form 5 and matrics. I'm thankful that I got band 5. I just wish that I could TALK in English more now that I'm in USM. I love to play with the words while I'm speaking. English is fun coz the way you manipulate the use of the words will influence what you're saying. Plus, you'll sound like a badass. Teehee~

My friend has a Blackberry, though. I dunno why the hell he's using it. But I'm feeling kinda jealous when I compared it to my cheap-ass phone. See, I'm being ungrateful here, bebeh. Shit.. Anyway, do you know the option in your phone that automatically detects whatever you're trying to text and produces the word before you even finish texting it? Yeah, is there a better term for this? guhhhh.. Anyway, I think my phone is racist. Once when i forgot to switch off that option, I was trying to text 'oh, jeez..' when the phone wrote 'oh, jews..' before I even realised it. And then, I clicked 'send'. Try to guess how that turned out.

Also, I once borrowed a bluetooth headset from my friend. He's rich, so I act poor around him. Anyway, the reason I borrowed it was because I wanna wear it while driving. Because I wanna look important. Or more accurately, I wanna look like a douchebag. When my other friends asked me a question, I acted like a secret agent and stuff. Yes, the world is full of wonders, my friend. You meet douchebags, and normal people who act like douches.

Rape is weird, though, don't you think? Its an offensive word, most of the time. Try saying it. "rape, rape, rape". But, BUT, if you try putting a 'G' in front of the word 'rape', its just a delicious fruit. See, I'm talking crap right now because I have nothing else to do.

See, I read something on the net long ago. Its about a serial rapist in Houston. There's nothing funny about serial rapes, but, BUT, what is not worthy about this particular rapist, is taht all of his victims have been men. This is some man raping men in Houston, that's the most gangsta shit ever. So far, 7 men have reported about them being raped to the cops, which means he must have raped thousands. Its a tough phone call for us men to make. When men get raped, they can just get up after that, walk off and keep it a secret. However, you gotta take that secret to the GRAVE! We couldn't even tell our wives that we got raped. Consider this situation:

Wife: Where have you been?? Its 3am in the morning!
Husband: .....uhh..I was fucking another woman. Go back to sleep.

That's it for today, folks. Sorry for the use of bad words. It is a Sunday, after all. Yes, I can see you being confused on what Sunday's got to do with all these. Some other time,folks! ;)