I'm just sitting here thinking, searching for the right words. But you know, words often fail me when I'm with you. So it's best for me to just take up on this opportunity and say what I need to right here with the hope that one day,InsyaAllah - God willing - you might stumble upon this petty post I've written in my utmost sincerity, just for you.

We've come a long way since that night at Vivian's birthday.

It still surprises me that we've actually made it this far and i thank Allah the Beneficient and my friends for helping us get to where we are now.

I love you just the way you are. And that feeling hasn't faded at all since the first month.I see you everyday in class. but I still miss you even when we're away from each other even if it's for a little while. :)

I'm sorry for all the times I've gotten mad at you for all the little things or for no plausible reason at all. Thing is, no matter how much we fight, I'm still crazy about you. and i can never get mad at you for too long because of that frown of yours that drives me insane. It's like when I see you sad.. sigh. Let's just say your frown is my kryptonite. :) and your smile... :D

It was the 2 may. 3 in the morning when you asked me.

and later that morning you had the Lodge Closed Tennis Competition to attend to.

So I came along anyway when i told you i wouldnt :)

A smile just stretches across my face everytime i remember the awkward times where you'd just carry your chair to my place and say "Miss, can i sit here please?" and i'd laugh.

Back then, you'd be there the whole day. No matter what lesson.

I'd watch you while you copied some notes from the whiteboard.

You'd scribble across my table. And I'd reply your messages just the same way.

And when you sat at your place. I'd turn and look at you and smile. and you'd smile back or sometimes you'd just cup your hands around your mouth and say something.. sweet. :)

During break and lunch. You'd follow me down. and we'd sit on the same bench.

We were inseparable.

I remember the first time we officially went out together.

It was Mufti Day at school. You were wearing that brown "future is now" t shirt.

We were at Starbucks at Spring. We sat at the corner by the wall with the colourful wallpaper. I was eating banana ice cream from Desserts and you drank Java Chip.

I remember at one point.

I flicked a spoonful of ice cream at you and it landed on your face and left shoulder.

There's nothing much I can say here.

Feelings are hard to describe in words.

So here's to you.

Happy 5th Monthsary Wei Cheng.
I love you.
Always.

Zendagi Migzara

-after eating burgers-

Yas : Alvin! Why are you littering ? You douchebag!

Alvin : What? I just threw mine next to yours.

.....................

I've finzally watched and finished reading The KIte Runner by Khaled Hosseini.

I feel my life's about complete so far.

Hands down. It's the BEST book of the century. Ranked the highest among the best-written books I've ever read. For me, it topped, surprisingly, For One More Day by Mitch Albom which used to be my #1. with , The History of Love, Tuesdays With Morrie, Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas, To Kill a Mockingbird and the rest trailing behind. The movie was great but i would recommend the book to those who are willing to take up on my challenge when i say this is THE "BEST book of the century". The book is way more detailed - what book is not? - than the movie. Khaled has a way of making you feel like you're really there in Amir's(Khaled's narrator in the book) head or really seeing what he is at that moment. The story is really descriptive, gripping and even more, heartbreaking. It potrays the life and journey of Amir and his friendship with a boy called Hassan. The booked had moved me in so many ways and I've cried several times.

Here's a minor part of the story. Just to give you lot an idea of how captivating the story is. (mind you, I'm typing this all down straight from the book. Just to share :) )

"What are you doing here?" I panted, my stomach roiling with nausea.

He smiled. "Sit with me, Amir agha."

I dropped next to him, lay on a thin patch of snow, wheezing. "You're wasting our time. It was going the other way, didn't you see?"

Hassan popped a mulberry in his mouth. "It's coming," he said. I could hardly breathe and he didn't even sound tired.

"How do you know?" I said.

"I know."

"How can you know?"

He turned to me. A few sweat beads rolled from his bald scalp. "Would I ever lie to you, Amir agha?"

Suddenly I decided to toy with him a little. "I don't know. Would you?"

"I'd sooner eat dirt." he said with a look of indignation.

"Really? You'd do that?"

He threw me a puzzled look. "Do what?"

"Eat dirt if I told you to," I said. I knew I was being cruel, like when I'd taunt him if he didn't know some big word. But there was something fascinating - albeit in a sick way - about teasing Hassan. Kind of like when we used to play insect torture. Except now, he was the ant and I was holding the magnifying glass.

His eyes searched my face for a long time. We sat there, two boys under a sour cherry tree, suddenly looking, really looking at each other. That's when it happened again: Hassan's face changed. Maybe not changed, not really, but suddenly I had the feeling I was looking at two faces, the one I knew, the one that was my first memory and another, a second face, this one lurking just beneath the surface. I'd seen it happen before - it always shook me up a little. It just disappeared, this other face, for a fraction of a moment, long enough to leave me with the unsettling feeling that maybe I'd seen it someplace before. Then Hassan blinked and it was just him again. Just Hassan.

"If you asked, I would," he finally said, looking right at me. I dropped my eyes. To this day, I find it hard to gaze directly at people like Hassan, people who mean every word they say.

"But I wonder," he added. "Would you ever ask me to do such a thing, Amir agha?" And, just like that, he had thrown at me his own little test. If I was going to toy with him and challenge his loyalty, then he'd toy with me, test my integrity.

I wish I hadn't started this conversation. I forced a smile. "Don't be stupid, Hassan. You know I wouldn't."

Hassan returned the smile. Except his didn't look forced. " I know," he said. And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

"[The Kite Runner]...tells a story of fierce cruelty and fierce yet redeeming love. Both transform the life of Amir, Khaled Hosseini's privileged young narrator, who comes of age during the last peaceful days of the monarchy, just before his country's revolution and its invasion by the Russian forces. But political events, even as dramatic as the ones that are represented in The Kite Runner, are only part of this story. Khaled Hosseini gives us a vivid and engaging story that reminds us how long his people have been struggling to triumph over the forces of violence - forces that continue to threaten them even today. "

-The New York Times Book Review

A SAN FRANSISCO CHRONICLE BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR

AN ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY TOP TEN FICTION PICK OF THE YEAR

AN AMERICAN LIBRARY ASSOCIATION NOTABLE BOOK

RECIPIENT OF THE AMERICAN PLACE THEATRE'S LITERATURE TO LIFE AWARD

All there is next is

to finally embrace the beauty of the Kaabah for myself one day.

InsyaAllah.

School-ist

Daniel : I don't know what to talk about for my aural.
Yas : Oooohh, I know. You can talk about "How having hair has changed your life."
Daniel : What? No. "How having NO hair has changed my life."


you see, he was bald before. that fact is the significance of the joke.

It was from this brief conversation did Daniel come up with this:

"What do you call a person who discriminates against hair styles?"
- A hair stylist

get it? well if you don't i'll just break it down for you.
- People who discrminate against races are racists
- People who discrimate against gender/sex are sexists

If you still don't get it.
Then. There no longer is a point in understanding the joke.
The humour has probably died by the time you get it.
Heh.

To start things off I just want to say:

YES, LAN I DID ENJOY TODAY.

And i like wandering off alone so, there.

Despite not having to g on the penambang i still

Had fun with dak Lan, Meezy, Dause, Anuar, Abang Azry, Kak Nana and briefly, Kak/Aunty Amal (ahaha dont know how to address her)

Kak Nana drove Anuar, Aunty Amal and I. while Abang Azry had Alan and Meezy in his car. Firdause joined us later.

Before we went to Sarawak Plaza. At some junction. Out of nowhere we all hear a knock on my side of the car. It was alan. -.- he got out of the car and kaco-ed us. nasib u lah lan that the traffic light was still red. -.- ahahah

We bukak puasa at Hartz Chicken Buffet and it was the first time i went there. and. I was satisfied. For only RM17.70 ( kak nana blanja thank you kak nana :D) I got to load my plate with whipped potatoes, CHICKEN ENCHILADA (shit.. it was good), fruit dessert and some other stuff i dont remember - i was dead hungry and my brain was idle until i ate - twice and it was worth it i tell youuu. after that we headed down to Spring as it was raining and we couldn't go on the sampan.

Random Thoughts For Random Times

→ it's been so long since i've updated. I'm missing Sya right now. :( and Aizat's jokes about the sheep. Ahahaha. and Zakiah's hilarious side effect to sugar.

I feel like singing my heart out. Even if i can't sing.
It's funny how much you want to express yourself to people but can never blurt out the right words to say.
Has anyone noticed how many people are moving to Tumblr? It's like leaving Friendster for Facebook.
There are a million things running through my head right now leaving me no space to think.