I can't reach the sky, i'm not tall enough!

My friend (a guy) made a lame joke saying I'm better looking than Awie.
Two very big mistakes there:

1. Everyone I know is better looking than Awie, so why bother??
   
2. Say what?? You're comparing my gorgeous good looks to that of an overweight, middle-aged, father-of-two? How dare you!!
   

He would hv been far better off comparing me to a pregnant gorilla. At least i wouldn't hv been insulted at that. In fact, i'd take it as a nice compliment. But Awie??? of all people? Tsk tsk tsk..

Hahaha.. i wasn't really mad but he didn't know that. So, i purposely gassed him a little. He was (mildly) apologetic (in the typical alpha male "u're-too-sensitive" kinda way). But then he made another stupid mistake, he gave excuses. Ish ish ish..


Friend: You're tall, that's why!
Me: huh??? (said with a raised eyebrow ala The Rock)

Aissshhh..... I'm not tall!!

Okay okay, maybe I'm a lil' tall but i'm not that tall.
And certainly not tall enough to be compared to an aging superstar has-been.

Just because I'm a little taller than the average Malay girl, people make me feel like a freak of nature. C'mon laa.. 171cm nak masuk beauty pageant pun belum tentu lepas. All my life, people have been remarking about how tall I am for a girl - yeah, like i don't know better! (it gets very annoying after 2 decades). When i was in standard 4, my dad's (stupid) friend even mistook me for my Dad's 2nd wife (what the...??). And I was barely 160cm then.

Sigh~

p/s: Ao'gan says my height is just perfect!! Hahaha, Ao'gan you flirt, you.. (*blush). He's 186cm... little wonder =P

Marry me, tiang letrik!

Bed, my friend from highschool, is getting married tomorrow!!! [The 1st girl of our batch to finally take the plunge. haha.]

Bed my dear friend, you have officially set my otherwise dormant green-eyed jealousy monster ablaze with renewed envy.

I want to get married too!!

So that i can wear pretty dresses on my wedding day and have people fuss over me and congratulate me and feel super-envious of me, and want to be just like me and etc etc [yes, yes, i want to get married for all the wrong reasons. =P]

Ahhhh, but unfortunately, most guys are intimidated by extra-tall, blabber-mouthed med students who on various occasions look like a pizza-faced elephant [this is my theory for being eternally single]. Apparently, we [I??] don't exactly possess that perfect wife criteria good men look for. And so, my imaginary dream wedding day is postponed yet another year.

Sigh~

Haz suggested i don't bother looking for a real man to marry and just get hitched with that tiang letrik in front of the house. Then apparently, according to her, i'll get my perfect wedding day. [haissshh~ tak membantu langsung housemateku sorang ni]

Errr anyway, before i get sidetracked any further, I guess congratulations are in order. Hmm, so Bed:

"Congrats on your big day, may you be happy always". =)
And sorry i can't make it to the reception.

++from your bitterly jealous, yet very 'happy-for-you' friend++

Mum's the word.

"Is minic a bhris béal duine a shrón"
It's often a person's mouth breaks his nose.
(Irish proverb)

The malay equivalent of that would be,
"Kerana pulut santan binasa, kerana mulut badan binasa".

Now, the best thing about studying overseas is that i can speak a language others don't understand (yes, malay!). It's very convenient having this secret language; so convenient in fact, that i've unconsciously developed this tendency to gossip with my friends about people sitting right next to us (without even batting an eyelid!). I think this is a very useful skill for girls (*wink wink*)

Unfortunately, I've greatly underrated the universality of the Malay language. Some people (besides us Malaysians) can actually understand Malay; even if their speaking abilities are less than perfect. And just because of that, i've had to endure some very embarrassing moments of stupidity (2 such incidents in the last 2 weeks alone).

I'll tell you what happened in one of those just-kill-me-right-now moments. The other one is way too embarrassing for me to even recall. Note that i may change the story a bit for added effect, but this is basically the gist of it:

=On a fine day of grocery shopping=

Te'ah: Tengok, ada jejaka kacak!
Izzy: Mana? Hmm.. kacak. Kacak.
[when i say we use malay, i wasn't joking! - Kacak instead of "handsome"]
Te'ah: Kalau la aku dapat suami kacak macam tu, seronok gile.
[hahaha, okay she prolly didn't say that. It was more likely me, but hey... who's keeping tab anyway?]

So as you could probably imagine, the whole conversation revolved around the 'kacak'ness of said man and silly (dirty??) jokes i'd rather not dwell on. =P Our secret girlish chitchat went on as we were paying for our groceries. Then suddenly, the cashier (from the looks of it, a Bangladeshi) one row down stood up from his post, came to us and said: "Dia kawan saya!", grinned his cheeky little grin and went back to work.

Gulp.......
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Shocked to complete silence is a very mild way to put it. Truth was, my heart had dropped to the floor from the shame. If i could bury my face in the ground like an ostrich, i probably would have. But i couldn't so i did the next best thing - smiled and acted as if nothing earth-shattering had happened. (Girls, another useful skill u might want to master). Later, in the safety of my room (and away from random Malay-speaking Bangladeshi), i slapped myself silly for being so utterly idiotic. And even tho she never mentioned it, I know Te'ah had the same late-stage response too - it's a girls' thing! Plus, i'm positive i saw slap marks on her cheeks.. hehe.

Oh, if only i can learn to keep my mouth shut~

p/s: Anie, i'm confident by this point in time u've become quite sick of me (hahaha, too bad!), but i'm still v glad we're going to be in the same attachment group next semester =)

Amanah vs. Anime.

[I'm not in a good mood. I have this urgent need to call my parents right now and talk to them about little nothings that bug me and feel loved and cherished, but it's 1am in Malaysia, they're most probably asleep. So pls, read this and hear my pain.]

Today was supposed to be a good day. There was to be an AGM of sorts in the morning followed by our annual Sambutan Raya Galway. But it turned out hideously wrong for me when someone [out of the blue] nominated yours truly for the vice president post of MYS [why oh why did you do that????], and sh*t [pls excuse my french].... I actually won! You could say i'm a reluctant winner. A very very reluctant one.

You see, after almost 3 years in Galway, I'm pretty set in my ways. "Lengai" was how Te'ah described me [I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not]. All i know is that I'm happy just living my introverted life of social seclusion. Why must they force this upon me?? And vice president no less. Ergghhh.. can't they see i'm no leader? A rebellious follower maybe, but never a leader.

Huhuhu... There goes my daily slot for anime watching. There goes my extra hour of snoozing. There goes my time browsing DBSK fansites. (T.T) ~

You may argue that i could have turned down the position. Well, surprise surprise... i couldn't!! How do you go about telling one big group of people in the community you live in that you don't want a certain position because you're too scared and lazy to leave the familiar warmth of your comfort zone. How do you do that without having to face their judgmental stares; without having them lose trust in you. Simple, you can't. [I can't!!]

And I can't even use that line a lot have been using of late: "i can't do this because of academic reasons". It's no use, they know my student ID no. They would know I'm lying. Honestly, this is stressing me out. Not only am i now burdened with that extra set of responsibilities, but I'm also forced to work with the likes of a certain eccentric I'd rather avoid. [But that's a story for another day]

Truthfully, it's the word "amanah" that's bearing down heavily on me right now. I feel suffocated just hearing the word. You see, i don't take these sort of things lightly. I remember reading somewhere about the 'dosa' of not fulfilling a duty or responsibility you've been entrusted to. And to me, an amanah given to you is as big a responsibility as it gets. [housemates, if you've been wondering why i'm always reluctant to be the Imam during prayers.. this is the reason why!]

Oh well, Saidina Umar was a reluctant Khalifah at first too [if i'm not mistaken]. But he brought so much to Islam in the end. If i can only strive to become like him, then maybe, just maybe... things will work out fine [i hope].

Allah knows best.

Followers?? weeeee~

Hehehe.. i've officially got 2 blog followers. how exciting!!!
Who would have tot that normal people (and 2 at that!) wud actually want to follow this bumpy ride thru my selfish musings?? Quite the enigma, huh?

So anyways, just cos i'm so very excited, I'd like to take this chance to say thank you to those two kind souls that have made my day today (u know who u are), and also a big thanks to all those people who've been linking me on their blogs.. (it's fun seeing my name on other people's site). Unnerving yes, but exciting all the same.

And to (the hopefully many) others who drop by this blog either by pure accident or by choice, and have most of the time preferred to remain silent.... make yourself known: go ahead - comment, speak up! (in any language, in whatever way) Even the smallest of gestures make me a very happy gal. =)

Carbry Time Capsule =)

It's funny how we Carbrians always come up with the most bizarre ideas when we're busiest. For example, the Carbry Full House idea was hatched right smack during our final exams last year. It was a big success. I say WAS cos nowadays the site has been practically abandoned for wilder and crazier projects. Bingo, we're now working on another Carbry project [in the middle of MCQs season.. no surprise] and i'm code-naming it : CARBRY TIME CAPSULE~

If any of you are familiar with the anime Doraemon, you'd probably recall how Nobita and friends buried a time capsule with their thoughts, memories etc etc and later when they were older, went digging for it. Well, we've decided to do something similar, but with a more Carbry-ish flavor~

So here's how we're doing it: We assign ourselves a few questions about each other. Nothing too serious, just some random questions we thought would probably be good fun to read about some time in the future. We got about 8 in total so far, and there's still time to add a few more i suppose [any suggestions anyone?].

We've also unanimously agreed that we'll open the time capsule the day the first of us gets married [not too soon hopefully =P]. Anyway, that's just part of the plan, we haven't actually worked out the details yet.

And eventho we don't have a definitive date of opening our time capsule, I've decided to start a countdown clock anyways: 11/11/11. That's approximately 3 years from now. I know we mentioned in passing how it'll be our 5-year-project, but i doubt xxxxx can wait that long to get married. Hehehe.

Well, i guess that's it. (^__^)v

p/s: if anyone has any ideas or suggestion on what to put into our little time capsule, do leave a comment or email me, or whatever. Your help is greatly appreciated.

++Yet another silly project brought to us by the Girls Of Carbry++