Wedding bells? Wait, make it kompang.

All my life, I've lived with this fantasy (one of my many, actually) that someday I will eventually get married and settle down somewhere with my new spouse and start a new family together. Then I've even imagined both of us (and maybe some 'little-me's) going back to my parents' house in Kulim during Hari Raya on the first day and back to my spouse's parents' house (wherever it might be) on the next day. Then maybe someday we will argue about where we should celebrate the first day of Raya; my parents' place or his? (This fantasy is thanks to all the Malay dramas that had been feeding me with lots of imagination since I was five).

But now that I'm turning 21, all those dreams seem to wash away from my head, like everything is faded. I don't think I will be content if I get married. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't want to get married at all (Mom, you can breathe now). It's just that, I think I will be very used, very taken advantage of if I get married. You see, being the youngest in the family, I often get bullied by my two sisters and brother. They'd ask me to do things for them. Well, not entirely bad things but enough to make me realize that I'm being used. That is after one of them told me,"Siti..benda-benda ni Chaq ja yang boleh suruh Siti buat. Kalau orang lain suruh, Siti jangan buat tau? They are using you. Only I can do that" with a devilish grin. See how naive I was (still am, actually). That's when I realize that I should learn to say "NO".

So, if I ever get married and the spouse of mine would ask me to fix him a drink, and I would think to myself, "Why'd you have to ask me? Can't you do it yourself?" or maybe when he asks me to iron his shirt I would be all like, "Why do I always have to do the ironing? Is it because I'm a woman? Why you chauvinist little pig!". See? I don't want it to get that personal. Sigh.

And here I am thinking that exes are off-limits.

Simple Things

I realized that I can be easily satisfied with simpler things.

And I don’t need a one-week-vacation to a sandy beach in a beautiful island or a stay in a 5-star hotel with free breakfast and lunch just to spend time with my family. I've always enjoyed the trips down memory lane to Baling while Mom and Dad showed us the coffee shop where they had their first date over 30 years ago. And I've always enjoyed the long car rides while listening to those Oldies that Dad loves so much.

I realized that hanging out in a mall, shopping for new clothes and shoes and trying out the Coffee Bean's Banana Chocolate ice blended with your girls is really fun. Shrieking and giggling like typical girls while watching Josh Duhamel (Okay I’ve just Googled his name to make sure that I spelled his name right and there goes his photos, ohmygod he’s so hot!!) in the movie theatre is fun sometimes. But I also love the silly trip we had to the deserted Pasir Salak and I still remember how I was scared that the Menara Condong in Teluk Intan would crash to the ground when we climbed the stairs to the top. Singing at the top of our lungs in the car with the girls is enough to make me happy.

I am also content with eating cendol by the roadside rather than having a candlelight dinner with my boyfriend. Accompanying him while he's having his haircut is fun. Especially when he asked for my opinion on which style he should go for. The barber just smiled while waiting for my answer. I was honoured! (Haha okay perasan) But the next time we went to the barber, he had his head almost bald just to annoy me. Zzz. Yeah, I know that sometimes I ask him for a treat of new clothes and Kenny Rogers and Pizza Hut but at the end of the day, it doesn't really matter. I asked him for a dress and I get a Man U jersey. Thanks! Having him around is enough. Plus the cendol, of course.

And now, after a stressful week of being sick and vomiting and spreading the virus to everyone and Analogue Electronics test, Signals and Systems test, Computational Methods test, Health and Safety test, Analogue Electronics lab with Dr Awan, and the unfinished Microprocessor project, I finally have time to do my laundry and have that 20 minutes bath. After shampooing and conditioning and putting on hair mask and hair serum, I feel like Beyonce.

Oh shut up, a girl can dream, aite?

I miss you, Dad.

Really do.

Girl-next-door kind of wholesomeness

Have you ever walked into a store and saw THE most gorgeous piece of clothes? Like, a scarf, for example. From the very first time that you set your eyes on it, you knew that you just gotta have it. When you finally do, the moment you buy the top is the moment that you will always remember. The satisfied grin on your face as you walk out of the store and the triumphant face that you wear all day, hoping that people will envy you for having the so-called great scarf when in reality, nobody even cares.

Since then, you wear it all the time, everywhere you go. You love it so much that you wear it with black shirt today, a pink shirt tomorrow, and a white shirt with cardigan the next day. It's like your new favourite thing. The colour fits your eyes, the smooth fabric softly pressed against your face and your head does not look like a watermelon in it. When you take pictures, they come out so great that every profile picture on your Facebook, Blogspot, Twitter, Tumblr and Friendster holds different photos of you with different poses, but the same exact scarf. Secretly, you want all of your friends to see the photos and leave a comment like, “Love the scarf, babe!” or “ Great taste!” or even maybe “I wish I had bought it before you.”. You act all modest and replied, “Oh geezz, thanks!” when in reality, here comes the stupid proud grin again. You even saved THE best looking photo in your cell and set it as wallpaper. You can look at it all day long and it still makes you smile since it makes you look good, it boosts your confidence, and it makes you feel like you’re not that ugly, after all.

Until one day, you took out your laundry from the drier and there it was, your beautiful scarf, beautiful no more, electrostatic and all. I don’t know how to explain this part but when scarves go into the clothes drier, it will come out all sticky with electrostatic. (Wait, “it will come out all sticky with electrostatic”?? Why am I talking like I’m not an engineering student?)You are devastated that it is ruined. Since it is your favourite thing in the world, you still try to make it work. You wear it anyway but it does not look like before. It does not crease nicely at the top part and suddenly your self-esteem falls to freezing point. You become all self conscious and paranoid, feeling ugly and stuff. There goes all the mountain-top confidence and stupid mocking grins of satisfaction.

But you still wear it, while searching for a new replacement. You searched high and low for one that can make you look as good as the former one. You found many, but none topped the ruined scarf. But still, you buy all of them, just to keep your options open. Each day, you keep on buying more and more, creating new looks from time to time. You keep the ruined-electrostatic scarf neatly folded in the closet. That is, until you need more space for the new scarves. Since it is no use for you anymore, you throw it away. You throw the one thing that once made you look so great, with hopes that someday you will find a new one that is more resistant and tough and not so delicate like the old one.

One fine morning, you wake up late and you did not have much time to get all dolled up for class. So you just grab the new shawl that you bought the day before and twist it hurriedly around your head in like, less than a minute. You have a full class from 8 am to 5pm that at the end of the day, you are totally and completely tired. You go into the bathroom to freshen up and there it is, in the mirror; the same face that you used to see not long ago. Your face does not look so bad. That makes you feel good again, despite the all the exhaustions of the day. And there it is; your new favourite.

Learning your lesson from the past experience, you take good care of the new shawl. You handle it with care, full of love, with flowery-smelling fabric softeners and low temperatures for ironing, scared that it will burn and leave a hole in the middle of the clothe, in the heart of it. Here comes your confidence all over again, just this time, it is way wayyyyy better.

One day, you were cleaning out your hardisk since the free space left in your computer is only 1.82GB from 120GB. You went through all your files and folders, searching for useless things to be deleted, until you saw that photo again; the photo that used to be your personal favourite, that used to be your wallpaper, that used to be your profile pictures, with your face smirking and looking all happy and jolly. All the good times and the bad times, all the memories of when you wear the scarf come streaming like a river. You reminisce about how the scarf has been with you all the while. Those were the times when your confidence is sky high. But now, you just smile and tell yourself,

“Those days are over. Now I’ve got a great new one. Although it makes my face look a bit watermelon-y and it does not cover my double chin completely, but it still makes me feel much better. It is like a new look for me. With the new one, I realize that beauty is only skin deep. Physical beauty is superficial. What’s important is that, it makes me FEEL good and that is way better that making me LOOK good. Even though we've been together for more than a year now, crumpled or ironed, I still love you, my new shawl".

I am not THAT shallow to be writing emotionally about shawls and scarves, literally. Zzz

Why I feel like deleting my Facebook account

I only need two reasons to delete my Facebook account;

~ Some of them are all too mushy mushy about their love lives that it disgusts me. A little is okay, is sweet. But too much is just freaking disgusting.

~ Everyone is having a great Raya with all those status updates and photo uploads. Me, NOT.

Damn.

Eid Eve

I have always been scared to be proud of something I have, scared that it will be snatched away from me right there and then. But now, I am proud to say that I have a really fabulous support system. But the way that the support is being conveyed is totally wrecked. Other than that, everything is just great.

Thank you.

The drafts

The drafts that I never posted. Now I guess I am.

You have lived with yourself your whole life. For me, it's twenty years. You know how your mind works, you know how you would feel if certain things go the way they do, you know how you would react when stuff happens. And it is utterly impossible for you to explain yourself to someone who does not know you your whole life; even to those who do know you your whole life. It is almost impossible to tell people what you believe your whole life because they will never understand. They do not know that you have been trying to think positive about everything, that you turn every bad things into good ones just to make yourself feel better, secured, stable. They do not know that you cry yourself to sleep, telling yourself that,

"It's okay. You'll do great later. Don't worry, you'll try harder next time. Don't fret, there's always another chance in life and you're sure gonna grab it".

You kept telling yourself those kind of things until you feel just a little bit too safe, because you stopped worrying about things that you should be worrying. Instead, you changed those worries into motivation to keep yourself going. You are tired of telling yourself that everything is going to be okay. You want to hear it from someone else, other than yourself. You want someone to tell you that they believed in you and they know that you can do it. You just want a reassurance to make you feel safe. But some of them do not know that you have been thinking too positively. People do not know that. They do not know that. People around you judge you, telling you that you yourself need to think positively in order to change. They do not know that that is exactly what you have been doing those past years until it brings you to your damnation. People judge you. People tell you things that they do not know. No one knows you better than yourself.

I was in class today, when I got a text from dad,

"Allah yang tentukan kehidupan manusia (kaya, miskin, pemimpin, rakyat biasa, semua makhluk).

Jangan kita hina dan kutuk kerana semuanya Allah yang jadikan. (Az-zukhrif, ayat 32)"

That surely made my day. When all else fails, at least there is always some people who never stopped believing in you.

die die die

I'm gonna be found sprawled lifelessly on the floor tomorrow morning if these panick attacks don't stop right this instant.

Burden

If students (well, some of us) worry about their exam results, what about other people? I mean, adults, grown-ups? I can only imagine a few in this shallow, secluded mind of mine.

- A guy is worried that she's knocked up a girl.
- Or maybe a working guy is worried because he's spent all his paycheck for that new stereo and has no stash left for gas for the whole month.
- Or an 80-year-old worries about his worsening health condition and how he's gonna break the news to his children or something

I don't know. I'm not very good at remembering things but usually when I do, all my memories are filled with worries. Like that time in high school when I wake up a few mornings feeling worried about the presentation that I had to perform later that day. And that time when I was worried like hell when I was about to get my exam results (like, right now!). I guess that's why I'm a little bit paranoid. I worry about things that might or might not happen. I worry about satisfying everyone. I worry about what other people would feel if I do this or that. I worry that people would call me an "emotional freak" (well I'm not really worried about that though). Oh well. I just need to know what other people worry about. I want to feel better. I want to know that other people have other bigger problems to worry about compared to me. I want to know that it is certainly not the end of the world for me. So I gotta stop worrying about what people would feel when they read my blog (well, at least you are reading now, I've always thought that no one reads this blog anymore, thank god). Well whatever.



P/S:

Don't trust everything your friend tells you, like, EVERYTHING. Like what happened around two years back. Why'd you have to go and trust him? OMFG.

Mindless

A paranoid insecured little freak!

U'huh u'huh!

Great job, well done.

So here's the thing. There's this frail old lady with a final stage of cancer who went to the doctor for her check-ups. She did not know her conditions yet, because her children are trying to let her know slowly, to avoid any heart attacks despite her other serious health conditions. So when she saw the doctor, she was greeted with,

"Makcik, makcik ada kanser. Kanser makcik ni ganas. Dah merebak kat semua organ."

What the hell, man? She is certainly not ready for such news. You have been her doctor for what, one year now? In just one year, you could see that she is getting thinner and weaker and this is how you break the news? Talk about being a professional. So yeah, it is the hospital's policy to let the patients know about their situations and conditions. But come on, you cannot just drop a bombshell like that! She is 77 years old, for god's sake. You have to be sensitive when it comes to older people. When they get older, they act more like children. Come on. This is common sense. So now she is too down and depressed to even eat anything, let alone take her insulin shots. Being senile, let's just pray hard that she forgets about this by tomorrow. Way to go, doc.

It's back

It's amazing how a single strum of the guitar can remind you of something you never thought you would ever remember, ever again.

It's wonderful how a familiar smell can bring you back to those days like a mute film in your head.

It's remarkable how a slow, soft hum can make that voice come back to you, even after years of farewell.

It's even better to have that dream again and have that warm fuzzy feelings when you wake up in the morning, knowing that the thought will be stuck in your head for the rest of the day..

Pretty Please

I want to recover my old blog that I have deleted.
Any psychos ever copied everything that I've written and save them up until now?
Sigh.
Please.

Mushy mushy mushy

It's funny how God can turn the person you're very close to into your worst enemy,
and how He turns the person you hate the most to be your hero.

What I've learned from this is, stop backstabbing. If you're not comfortable with something or someone, tell it straight to that person's face. No need to keep a friendly face and act as if nothing happened. They won't understand it. And stop acting like an innocent crook. Just be honest, mate. I'm done with all these mean girls stuff and high school drama. We need to grow up.


p/s : Loving this cold weather! I'm getting enough sleep this week, like, finally! Yay!

I woke up today realizing that it had been a while since the status changed to "Happy happier :D" and your profile picture smiling with those shades on. It is exactly 446 days ago! Don't think I'm totally obsessed with you like you've always thought. I counted this during Vector's class. Too much integrals plus numerous yawns made my head ache. So might as well do a simple mathematics of the days I've been Happy happier with you. :D


YIt's weird writing these mushy mushy things here. Sigh.Y

I love you, like so much.

I've never seen this side of you before.

Zero-zero ok?

I love you so much, my besterous-terousssss-terouussssss friend!



p/s:

I tak penah cakap i love you this sincerely to anyone, secara public taw. You're the first.

Sounds from home

Tadi call abah sebab nak complain pasal orang yang repair laptop yang tak guna tu dah la charge mahal, ada hati lagi nak tipu aku mintak service charge transfer data RM50 padahal satu data pun takdak, semua hilang. Tak guna. Anyways, dah la tengah membara-bara cerita, abah pulak dok "Hmm..", "Yaka?", "Tu la..bagi jatuh laptop lagi" blablabla ala-ala tak interested pun nak layan aku kutuk orang tu sebenaqnya. Then dah habis cakap tu, abah dok nyanyi lagu pok amai amai pulak, versi untuk Esya.

Pok amai-amai

belalang kupu-kupu

tepuk bagi pandai

emak upah susu

susu lemak manis

santan kelapa muda

tok jangan menangis

tokwan nak kawen dua

I miss home.
:)

And I Mean Every Word

Whataya Want From Me lyrics - Adam Lambert

Hey, slow it down

Whataya want from me

Whataya want from me

Yeah, I'm afraid

Whataya want from me

Whataya want from me

There might have been a time

I would give myself away

(Ooh) Once upon a time

I didn't give a damn

But now here we are

So whataya want from me

Whataya want from me

Just don't give up

I'm workin' it out

Please don't give in

I won't let you down

It messed me up, need a second to breathe

Just keep coming around

Hey, whataya want from me

Whataya want from me

Yeah, it's plain to see

That baby you're beautiful

And it's nothing wrong with you

It's me... I'm a freak

But thanks for lovin' me

Cause you're doing it perfectly

There might have been a time

When I would let you step away

I wouldn't even try but I think

You could save my life

Just don't give up

I'm workin' it out

Please don't give in

I won't let you down

It messed me up, need a second to breathe

Just keep coming around

Hey, whataya want from me

Whataya want from me

Just don't give up on me

I won't let you down

No, I won't let you down

So

Just don't give up

I'm workin' it out

Please don't give in

I won't let you down

It messed me up, need a second to breathe

Just keep coming around

Hey, whataya want from me

Just don't give up

I'm workin' it out

Please don't give in

I won't let you down

It messed me up, need a second to breathe

Just keep coming around

Hey, whataya want from me

(Whataya want from me)

Whataya want from me

Whataya want from me

The song says it all. I'm sorry.

Untie

Now, a black shirt and a red tie with the sleeves rolled up plus a ruffled dirty hair. And no, I'm not talking about four years ago. Well..is it four years already? Anyway, in a sea of million faces, we're exchanging glances.

Perfect.

Sick Cycle Carousel

Lifehouse - Sick Cycle Carousel

If shame had a face, I think it would kind of look like mine.

If it had a home, would it be in my eyes?

Would you believe me if I said I am tired of this

Well here we go, now one more time,

I tried to climb your steps,

I tried to chase you down,

I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground,

I tried to earn my way,

I tried to change this mind,

You better believe that I tried to beat this.

When will this end, it goes on and on

Over, and over, and over again.

Keep spinning around I know it won't stop,

Till I step down from this for good

I never thought I'd end up here

I never thought I'd be standing where I am

I guess I kind of thought it would be easier than this,

I guess I was wrong

Now one more time,

chorus

This is a sick cycle carousel

This is a sick cycle carousel, yeah

It's weird how you can find a song that is a perfect match to your mood.

Perfect.

Miseryyyyyy

I didn't bring the car because...

` I need to exercise because when I walk more, I would go to the toilet more, and when I go to the toilet more, I would be healthier, and when I'm healthier, I think these headaches and senile problem would go away. Plus, I need to lose some weigh, duh.

` I need to sweat more. To make me more healthy, yeah.

` I've got to stop jumping into every opportunities of going out.

` I need to learn how to grow up and be matured and balance my needs and wants. I need to learn that walking to class is a "need" and turn it into a "wants". And realize that going to KFCs every weekend is a "want" and going to Ipoh for shopping and movies is a "waste-of-time".

Goodbye to...

` Pasar Malam (Nasi Lemak Ayam Berempah yang serius sangat sedap nak mampus. Sob!)

` KFC (Batu Gajah. Yang kat Taman Maju tu pun tak jejak kaki lagi)

` Ipoh (Kenny Rogers! Johnny's! Secret Recipe!)

` Manjung (The cinema that has the best popcorn ever)

` Lumut (Overnights!)

` Teluk Batik (Goodbye to the dreams of going on the banana boat and knowing us, screaming like hell)

Tapi bila dah tak bawak kereta..

` Setiap kali ada kelas kat Poket C, mesti berharap "Kalau la ada kereta" padahal time bawak kereta dulu tak pernah pun drive pi Poket C.

` Susah nak beli tiket kat Medan Gopeng and nak cari transport untuk pi Medan Gopeng. Arghhh

` Segannya la nak mintak tolong banyak-banyak kat orang yang bawak kereta untuk tolong beli tiket bas and itu ini. Bukan ego, ok? Tapi segan. Tapi eventually mintak jugak.

Complain! Complain! Complain! Cuba bersyukur sikit! Hish!

By the way, anyone care to share a cab with me this CNY? RM50 is just too much for a gal..

:(

It's the end of life

Bismillah..

Before my life is officially over in less than 24 hours from now, I would like to say thank you very much to my family for letting me stay at home for the whole two wonderful months. I would totally understand if you decide to kick me out tomorrow. I want to let you know that this two months are the best that I have ever had in my life. It was all about our family and we've never been close since forever. I would cherish every second of it and I would love to come home every month if you would let me. I'm sorry for all the disappointments that I've caused and as usual, I hope I could turn back the time.

Maybe I should email this to my Dad. Hurm.

Today I was like, "Maaaaak.... Maaaaak..." with this sappy, pathetic face and Mom was like, "Haa..ni sindrom nak keluaq result la ni" and I was like, "Maaaaak.... Maaaaak...." with more puppy-eyed face and she was like, "Diam la aih Siti..bising ngat aih" and I was like, "SOB!".

Having a roommate means..

I got it from lots of listssssss here.

These are some of the biggest things you and your roommate will find yourself disagreeing about:

	Bathroom Yaka? Tak pun. Kami tak berebut bilik air pun. Siap mandi bilik air sebelah-sebelah lagi kan? Sambil sembang-sembang. Baling-baling air..err..euw
	Bills What bills? We divide everything! Even the tax and service charge and Neslo Makcik Sayang, everything kot.
	Phone We've got our own cell phones. Mine is always on silent mode and her alarm is very annoying (trademark. Haha) which is a great thing because boleh la bangun kalau dengaq alarm dia bunyi tiap-tiap pagi walaupun kadang-kadang alarm dia tu ada atas meja dia dan dia tak sedaq apa-apa so I have to get up and turn it off. Ok defensive sedikit.
	Food What? The biggest jar of Nutella? Kami kongsi-kongsi kot. Hehe
	Television Kalau ada pun, maybe we'll end up watching our own favourite movies together, Tapi tak tau la. My roommate kadang-kadang RARE sikit. Hehe
	Space Our laundry basket is in the middle of the room, the iron and the ironing board is in the middle too. What else?
	Clothes Clothes on the floor? Noooo.. Clothes everywhere else? Yeahhh!
	Noise You mean, both of us with our headphones on singing along loudly to different tunes. We can survive. But others in the house, I'm not sure.
	Sleeping schedules She's a night owl. She'll sleep at 4am or 5am while I can barely stand until 12am.
	Locking the door We LOVE locking the door!! Walaupun kadang-kadang bila dia sorang-sorang, dia memang akan kunci pintu. God knows what she's doing in there. *wink*
	Personal stuff She has hers stashed away secretly and I have mine. Yaka? And sorry for getting into a cat fight just to read your diary. Well, you read some of my personal stuff! Best still, I emailed you some of them! So much for my "personal" stuff.
	The significant other who is always around You mean, Syarmimi Liyana? Erm..we're ok with it. I mean, her.
	Delivering phone messages If I'm not around, she won't pick up my phone if it is ringing and I won't either. We complete each other, 'aite? :D
	Turning lights off HMMMMM.... She sleeps with the lights on. IF she sleeps first which is very RARE, I would surely turn off the lights. Ya Allah ya Tuhanku, bagi la dia tidoq awai tiap-tiap malam lepas ni. Amiinnnn.

I am 20, going on 21. Lalala~

Ok I'm now *cough* twenty years old *cough*. Two oh.

So here are some list of things that I should do before reaching 20 from Seventeen Magazine.

1.Take a road trip.
We've been planning this since forever. We planned to start off early in the morning and start exploring Perak. (Perak dulu. Pastu jauh sikit, Cameron ka, pastu Genting then maybe KL? Hahaha!) Singing at the top of our lungs and just have fun for a day or two. Well, InsyaAllah. *Wink*

2. Learn to play a musical instrument.
I want to learn how to play a guitar. It's just awfully pathetic to have one and not knowing how to play it. It's like having those big bulging DSLR cameras just because you have the money but not even knowing how to use it. Worst still, you use it to take pictures of yourself. Get a camera phone, would ya?! Ok cool. (Guitar pink guitar pink guitar pink)

This is cute.

Or this one.

Ok this is too..much?

3. Go skinny-dipping!
According to Wiki, "Nude swimming (colloquially called skinny dipping, also spelled skinny-dipping) is swimming naked, i.e. without any swimsuit. Skin(ny) diving is both used as a synonym and for free diving". What?!! I can't even swim! Left alone swimming naked! I need all the life jackets I can have.

Ok no pics included because it's too..erm..explicit?

4. Save $1,000.
According to Moneycentral, $1,000 equals to RM3,398.00009. I'm not sure but Dad keeps my other bank book so it's impossible for me to get hold of the money except if I'm buying a car, or maybe a house, or maybe get married. Hah.

5. Know your grandparents.
I only know my two grandmothers. One of them passed away when I was twelve so now I only have another one left.

Didn't know I have this. Haha

6. Buy a lottery ticket.
Astaghfirullah. Nonsense nonsense.


7. Win an award.
What? For having the most pink stuff? I can't award myself. Other should. Maybe I'll run for MPPUTP and get awarded for my hard work for preparing more parking spaces for the students. (As if layak nak jadi calon untuk MPPUTP. Nak cakap depan kelas pun takut. Ceh)

8. Say "I love you."
Don't say it if you don't mean it. It's sacred.


9. Learn to drive a stick shift.
I AM driving a stick! I mean, I once did. Until the little PEM got sold. I'm not sure if I still remember how to drive a stick though. The last time was when my brother offered to drive his new car and I drove using first gear all through the 200 metres I think and realized that I was driving in a wrong lane. Silly. (Rindu PEM. Really. Sigh)


10. Milk a cow.
What cow? There are lots of buffaloes in front of UTP though. Can I milk them instead?

11. Forgive someone.
Her? And him? And her? And them? Oh what the hell. Just get over it already. They are all teenagers back then. Just grow up and forget about them.

12. Have your fortune told.
I want to! Though I know that I shouldn’t. But it’s just for fun, like reading the horoscopes and being surprised that it is so similar to your real life. I mean, it’s cool.

13. Go to a drive-in.
You mean those drive-in theatres? If there is such thing as drive-in in Ipoh or even in Malaysia, I would totally go. Then maybe we’ll get to see some real-life love scenes acted out in front of us. Haha.

Isn't this cool?

14. Do your own laundry.
10 years ago, I used to get very excited when I had to wash my own clothes as the washing machine broke down. But now, with all the technology, I can’t even remember the last time I did my own laundry. Maybe someday. Someday.

15. Ride a horse.
Err..my Dad won’t allow. But maybe someday I would try and it would turn out to be very fun! Though I repeat, the only big animals around me are those buffoloes outside UTP.

16. Donate your formal dresses.
I’ve got no formal dresses but maybe I can donate my clothes that I can’t wear anymore to the needy.

17. See the ocean.
Does the beaches count as ocean? But it is indeed my favourite place actually. So propose me at the beach! Or ocean, in this case.

18. Waitress at least once.
Smiling and be all pleasent, taking other people’s orders? And if I get lucky, I might need to mop the floor afterwards? Yeah, maybe once. That is if it’s in Kenny Rogers so I would get free muffins!

19. See one thing that is "the world's largest."
Hurm. So I get to brag to other people that I’ve seen this and that? Yeah sure! (Candi Lembah Bujang yang dekat dengan rumah tu pun baru p sekali. Tu pun masa kecik-kecik dulu)

20. Leave the country.
Anywhere, please Abah???? But Indonesia is better. Who knows, there would be serendipity anywhere.

21. Learn how to love your body.
I have to stop complaining about being too short, having not enough hair, being too fat or whatsoever. Just love your body and be thankful that you can use it better than anyone else.

Though your body does not look like this. Sigh.