Sunday, June 27, 2010

Complicated much?

One day, I went to the canteen with Alya and Khai. We asked the new makcik canteen for air bandung. Haih so funny le. Okay the arrangement of the drinks were just like this.

Me and Mak Cik

So dengan penuh confident, she started pouring air teh (I know color teh macam taik sikit).
Tak tak makcik. Yang colour pink tu. 
Then she pointed at grape and said,
Yang ini ke? 
Tak tak makcik, yang tengah tu.

Hahaha aiyoooooo. Tak boleh comel lagi ke makcikk?


The fatter you are, the more beautiful you are

 A few days ago, my biology teacher handed out our paper. Then as usual, we discussed the answer. She told us not to do this and that. For example, don't write 'the higher the bla bla, the lower the bla bla'. I think it's for hypothesis or relationship or what, I can't really remember. Then, to make it more understandable, she gave an example, like 'The fatter you are, the more beautiful you are'. It took about 3 secs for me to  fully understand it then you know what happened. No no you don't know. Of course I laughed. I don't know if she was trying to make a joke or what, cause apparently, no one seemed to laugh except for me. And to make it more worse, the class was silent. Imagine la kan. Some of my classmates stared at me. Even Alya who sat beside me also didn't laugh. I asked her why, she said she didn't dare to laugh. She's afraid if the teacher will get angry. Haih. Why lah. Teacher didn't get mad at all lah. 

P.s. Somehow, this sentence 'The fatter you are, the more beautiful you are' kind of makes sense you know. Too skinny is definitely a no no.

Day dream

Normally, when people get bored, they will day dream or some people will do anything to have fun. So yeah, one day I was day dreaming, in public, but not so public lah cause there weren't many people there, and I didn't know what I was dreaming about. And you know, when you day dream, nothing makes sense right? And you couldn't even bother what's happening around you and of course your eyes will focus on one particular thing but at the same time, you have no idea exactly what you're looking at, right? Then after quite some time, I realized that I was day dreaming. And I realized that, while I was day dreaming, I was actually staring at an old woman's butt. Hahaha  I know right. Sorry aunty, I didn't mean to. I absolutely have no feelings towards you okay so chill hahaha. So the moral from the story is, before you day dream, make sure your eyes were looking at somewhere safe? Yeah.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

LALALA singing a song LALA

Sup homie?

I think my sister has been stalking me secretly, lol. If you're reading this then HI ANGAH! Hahaha I don't think stalking is the right word, cause stalking is a bad bad thing isn't it? So catching up on me is the perfect term in this situation. She laughed at my url haih I know it sounds so lame and stupid and it will be the last name people will ever wanna choose before they die. What do you expect? I created this 2 years back la dey, after my PMR. That was the only name that I could come up with. You know I suck at picking names. I just picked whatever I saw in front of me and apparently, there was a crocs right there. There, happy? You know maybe someday I will change the url or make a new one and it would be I AM AZMA THE GREAT DOT BLOGSPOT DOT COM woooooohoooooooooooooo. Not now lerh.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh my god

I guess it has been too long that I haven't updated my blog.

So this week, something miracle had happened. No lah. It's just that so many things have been going on. Firstly, I went for a seminar in UPM it would definitely be one of my memorable experiences to be there. I had a lot of fun right there. I met new friends. And they're awesome. Then later that night, had a great time my cousins and sister.

Also went to swim and my back hurts a little. Why? Because I didn't swim good enough, nope not that I am a good swimmer tho. And it has been ages since I last swam and my body just couldn't fit in. So now, everything makes total sense right? Yeah right.

Then slept over at Alya's. You know what? I don't know what to say. Let the pictures do the talking ey?

Before exam, on the way to laksa 2 mangkuk

 UPM seminar

When you're just bored too death, what will you do? The answer is, camwhoring!


Aww, isn't he the sweetest thang evah? He followed my parents to pick me up from UPM. I know you miss me. 
Pada hal takda orang kat rumah, hahaha.

This is Fareeq's bubur. Since he didn't wanna eat, I finished it for him :D It was yummy tho.

Ohhhhhh look who's got her driving license now? *nyawa2 ikan.

    Ni sorang lagi muka mcm kucing HAHAHAHA chillax zik.

 Kawan since sekolah rendah

P.s. Sorry gbr buruk. Pakai phone je pun -.-

Wednesday, June 9, 2010


Ahhh I miss Tumblr. Sorry for abandoning you.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

My very first email

Here's an interesting fact that maybe you would like to know.

Okay firstly, I had my first email when I was just 9 years old and still using the same email. tho So that practically explains why my email sounds so shitty and all. Really if I could turn back time to change it then I would love to . Nahh just kidding. But seriously, it's just plain dumb and lame right. I really wanted to create the new one but the current email I'm using now is basically the same email I use for facebook, myspace and yadayadayada. So if I created a new one, it will only make my life miserable to sign up for this and that all over again.

So here's the best part. I didn't know how to sign up for an email back then so I had my sister to help me out. Yup, double lame. Then lalalalaaa I was so freaking excited to log in that I didn't even know how to spell out my email correctly. Instead of typing hotmail, I typed out hotmale. And guess what? You know what happened so I don't really have to elaborate more on that ain't that right guys? Ahaha then I closed my eyes so tightly and screamed out for my sibling's help. They all laughed at me for my stupidity. Thank you for nothing.


Friday, June 4, 2010

Always look on the bright side


When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't
talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what
had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just
pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent
ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for
her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I
had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of
me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a
kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several
weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell
asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.

She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going
crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully..

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy
in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to
the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in
my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about
the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry
her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,
walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her
hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;
it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I
held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have
a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I
run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the
bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot
give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend
and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a
real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they
were to success when they gave up.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Freak much?

OH NO I THOUGHT I SAW A FREAKING GHOST IN THE FREAKING KITCHEN, IN THE DARK.  Fuhh I can feel my freaking heart is freaking beating out my freaking chest right now and I'm about to freaking die and I'm freaking sorry for my freaking wrong doings, GOTCHA I'm just freaking messing around with you  freaking guys. Thank god it was my freaking sister. And now she's coming this way, and now she looks freakingly freaky. Hah there she goes again in the freaking kitchen, with no freaking light turned on. Will you freaking turn it on? You look like a freaking ghost. FREAK .

AH-NNNOO-YYIIINGG aite? I know. That's the whole point actually.
Lame lame lame lame lame lame