Remember to slaughter the cow the right way... Don't ask any help from any zombies...
Pat it before it becomes your ride in the after-life...
The last al-Adha I spent in Malaysia, I couldn't even eat its meat, cos I actually felt for it. I cried upon hearing the Ustaz's "Allahuakbar Allah~~", and again when I patted its tail. My mom and helper made fun of me cos of that. Guess I'm such a softy.
Well, I wish everyone a Happy Eid al-Adha. The are no sacrifice too small or too huge, as everything is an act of Obedience to Allah s.w.t.
And if you can't the meat, there's always CHIKIN~!!
And speaking of chikins, that reminds me of Turkey, and so Happy Thanksgiving~!! Be thankful to what you have and what you are. Thank you, YOU. Each and everyone of you. Remember that Ily loves you!
Am I at THAT age? The marrying age? I honestly don't think so, but recently people my age are getting married and producing cute babies! No no, I'm not against it or anyting, besides, I think it's good for them to choose getting 'legal' rather than collecting 'Hell-points'. (BM: Pahala/Dosa) And marriage IS one of the Prophet's (PBUH) Calling, so yeah, it's allright. And some discussion about cutting cost and what not while studying, everything makes sense of course.
Lemme start by saying that I'm single and currently not attached or crushing on anyone, despite what some of you might think. =p well, crushing on anyone REAL la. Celebrity crushes is an entirely different topic.
I'm a romantic at heart, no matter how brutal I might look on the outside. Korean romantic dramas and English love story books make my heart all warm and tingly. So I'm somewhat unconsiously waiting for those scenes to happen to me. Sparks and fireworks and the whole 10 yards. I'm a bit on the old-fashion side. Guys MUST make the first move. I can flirt and what not, but the first move goes to the Alpha male. (yes, feel free to make fun of this) I'm also quite naive, no matter how deceiving I might look. I just don't know things. This reminds me of the Army boys in Tennessee. You la tak bgtau i Da. I'm also very selective. Education, Career/future, Differences rather than similarities, Language, Height, Habit, what my kids will look like, etc. Yes, I made a list.
So? So... all the talk about Fitrah Manusia, or providing my parents with cute pretty Grandchildren (yes, my kids WILL be cute and pretty!), or I don't know, other reasons - the reasons just don't appeal to me until. Not till then.
I went to someone's wedding who's part of my grandma/mommy's family and since they ALL know I'm an only child, the only thing they ask of me after saying "beso doh" is, in Kelantanese accent, "cepak cepak la kawen deh. sye kak mok nok chuchu chichik... takdok sapo doh" And there I was... smiling away. Not sure to take that as a compliment or an insult. I mean, I'm sure they mean well, but seriously. Cakap sekali dah laaaaa.
And now, I might just join @warnahujan and raise 40 cats. But since I'm "allergic" to cats, I guess I just have to opt for 'pet rock' or Hafal-ing the Quran and passing Actuarial exams. Until I'm 50 and old and grey and bitter and don't know that cars fly.
But if you ask me "is there a someone out there that caught your eye? that you think is right for you?", I would answer Yes right away. You know about my having list of what type of person I like, and there're people out there that kinda fits my current updated list. But since I'm no Taylor Swift, and no matter how much I wish I could say out loud "You belong with meeee~~", I can't. I won't. It's sad, yes, but I'm a Derrida, the deconstructive theorist.
Ok, so in all sincerity and seriousness, the whole point of this post is although I'm a romantic at heart, old-fashion, naive and selective, I'm also a believer.
Allah's Firman: "Dan kawinkanlah orang bersendirian (belum kawin) di antara kamuâ?" (an-Nur: 32)
So, please feel free to set me up on dates! I believe in YOU! kekekeke.
I was cleaning up my external HD and rearranging documents and folders that were all jumbled up. And so, I believe I went through ALL the pictures that were in there, but I spent the quite a long while looking and remembering the memories with the pictures of my time in INTEC and the previous years here in Chambana. At some point, the Roomie came and joined me looking and remembering as well. Sure, the usual "OMG, look at that! Ily, you were thin back then!" and "wow, in some pictures I thought that was me" (again with the hint that I was thinner back then) But those comments didn't really bother me till "we're not as close as we used to be" And I reflected on that, and she's right.
We don't do random useless things anymore. Sure, random useless things are, well, useless, but that's one of the things that made us and kept us closer. When we lived in that one room, everything was bare, publicized in its privateness. Sure it's more comfortable now with bigger closet and more space. But that's just it. Space. Too much of it that we got lost in it.
I'm not really sure why I'm writing this out. But I do feel like I have to preserve this feeling now. Suddenly I realize how empty and lonely it is here. Perhaps that was what bothering me all this while. I need to reconnect with her in every level possible. Not that our relationship is bad or anything now, it's just not as deep.
I can't believe I miss her right now! This is so weird, like I'm writing about my lover or someting. LOL. But she's her, you know. She's prolly one of the few people in this world who knows me in and out. My sleeping habit, my eating habit, my secrets, my schedule, my lies, my giddy moments, my thoughts and views on things, my mood swings, my future plans, my crushes, my shoe size, my BMI, my hair products, my family members...
So, anyway, this post is specially dedicate to you, my dear Roomie. Thank you for everything, and also, I'm Sorry for everything. I hope everything is close enough to cover EVERYTHING.
I'll make more effort to stop by your room and say "Whatchudooooing" till you have a restraining order on me. In the mean time, Hwaiting! ^__^
