Entries for January, 2007

January 1, 2007
Hurt and Restoration

Hurt and Restoration
Posted at 11:08 AM

It is a gift, to be able to hold belief in so many known strangers. I doubt it is gullibility much...it's a gift. And it is sensible enough, that you do unto people, as how you would like them to do unto you. You want them to believe you too.

But consequences may work in the queerest of ways. Sometimes deeds are not rewarded in an instant, when you are in most need of a consolation. When you finally realise that you have been fighting your battles alone all along...and your rivals are your greatest temptations, and your most menacing weaknesses. Your motivation, are your worst fears. They keep you standing guard from every corner, serving and ducking and anticipating the worst case scenarios always. It's a dog-eat-dog world and only the fittest can survive.

 

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You know it took me a while to realise that I am learning so much more than just Biology Math Chemistry and Physics all this while. You know they say prioritise your responsibilities at a given moment, but then I have neglected the link between my need to make it big, and how my conscience sees everything fit.

You know how they say oil does not mix with water...but to make two things miscible is what makes a concoction ideal. I have always wanted an ideal plan of life. Where ends meet and beginnings happen with style. But then again how is life an adventure without the occasional leaps of faith and broken bridges...and shattered rainbows.

I have learned thus far, and am still learning, that survival is not a mere obligation, but a prize. We don't really live and let live it doesn't always work that way. We live if we make the circumstances around us work in favour of our survival. I have learned that while people can help to hoist you higher up to reach the top, up to a point they cannot join you.

And along the way, there will always be barricading obstacles of kindred conmen so hard to tackle you feel as if you're at war with yourself. How can those you hold so dear to your heart be the first ones to drive black arrows into it?.....because they are the closest and they know where your fears dwell, and where your security falters.

 

Like the back of their hands...

 

I have great friends, and I have also the greatest of acquaintances. Sometimes I mistrust my judgements to how and where a person I acknowlege should be classified. Sometimes I wish I can put everybody I know in a place. But sometimes unexpected events make me think twice and more. Sometimes I mistrust my rationale of giving trust like candied raisins to doubted strangers. To people I thought could be the latest addition to my growing list of friends for life...I guess half a year was too soon to tell...

 

 

 

...you can't help at pondering at the likeliness of something almost picture perfect to mess up. Thinking they must have had their reasons, you must have flaunted your flaws too much. This isn't intentional.

 

 

 ...you keep in mind the times they've helped you through the harshest times...and keep asking whether you're alright after that. You keep living off their concern in gratitude seeing nothing out of the ordinary coming.

 

...there was such mutual contentment, and so little worries should anything go wrong. We admit to making history in ways the others revere.

 

...and sharing the best of memories during this short...short interphase in life. Be it that we never speak again should fate disallow it in the times to come. I never saw, why fate should come now.

 

Restored...

...but there are always reasons to count my blessings. For all the screw-ups in the beginning, you come 'home' everyday from classes to the same faces. Same, same faces. And they grow on you. The late night talks of love in definition. Honest reminders, that I deserve my self-worth...and nothing, and no one should be allowed to take that away from me. One night Sufi said..."I hope you find contentment one day..." 

 

...and whilst some of us are still catching breaths in between setting our differences, some of us have already done it much earlier. It was a turnover, to a bitter start. It took me a while to actually realise...that Naya has never underestimated me...

 

 

This little glitch might just be temporary...
But for what it's worth I'm acknowledging it.  To best appreciate what I have when it gets better. I'll see to it that it does. It will.

 

They do. Grow on me. =)

 

 



January 9, 2007
FUTSAL FIESTA!!!...long live Calabash!

FUTSAL FIESTA!!!...long live Calabash!
Posted at 12:42 PM

Hi ho this is me posting a totally random post such a contrast to the last very unnecessarily intense one, har har. X). This midget has a FUTSAL MATCH THIS EVENING.....wheeeeee. Why is this such a big big hullabaloo??...because people usually thinks that sports and her are like...like oil and water...WELL GUESS WHAT?! If u stir hard enough you'll see the oil disintegrate into tiny...tiny little golden yellow bubbles and at the end of it it's PRETTY. Now THAT'S a combination I tell you. Heterogenous. LIVING VARIETY. Teehee.

Anywho, back to futsal right, mind the bimboticness...We've been practising in total discretion in several different futsal barns already but you didn't hear this from me shhhhhh.................     ..... ....     ..... Lol....go Calabash. It's been fun. We sparred with one team the other day and won 10-0 and you can say that maybe there was no competition or whatever but I hold stiff to saying we just have the MOJO, wei. Ahah. But that doesn't mean we go around yelling it to everyone's ears.....They can gloat all their like about their personal coaches and golden beets i mean feet and shit but we do things subtlely classily. No room for arrogance. And it's been ONE HELL OF A WICKED TIME we've been having. Last Sunday was the friendly with some Sri Cempaka chicks...supposedly, to be ohsogood at futsal and they were being very nice about everything in the beginning until we thrashed them good and they started to get all dramatic about shit. Bee-otches. You can't win everytime. I've learned to live with that fact.

So anyway, the game...first up to day...TEAM CALABASH (it means kill, kill, die diiiieee!!! in Mongolian...) against...Mistakes I mean Misfits...lol, my typos are very deliberate you see. I shall have a lot to say about some of the characters in Misfits though definitely not all since some of them are my friends....NONETHELESS I should hold my fingers in stillness lest I start an uproar or whatever. Tacky, tacky...It's going to be a beautiful game and hopefully one that sides us. Hope it doesnt rain. We have SUPPORTERS.....=D

And I'll be on the lookout for a particular supporter who made it significant enough that he'll come down to...to support regardless of my not having to ask him to come...=).

 

Showdown.

 

Oh I'm playing forward by the way.

 

 

Please notice this all-too-obvious tone of child-like enthusiasm in my voice...writing...whichever.

 

5.30 pm baby!!!

 

 

Lol.

 

Yes life's been great here thus far. Nothing much to complain. There is...a bucketload of things I'm going to miss once I leave in barely 4 months time.

 

Shit.

 

Go Calabash.........!!



January 13, 2007
CALABASH IS JUST.....PHENOMENAL.

CALABASH IS JUST.....PHENOMENAL.
Posted at 09:49 PM

 

WE FUGGIN' WONNNNNN!!!!!...FUTSAL THAT IS!!!!!! THEY SAID I PLAYED GOOD?!!!? WHOEVER THOUGHT I COULD PULL OFF FUTSAL FOR LOVE'S SAKES....FINALS WAS A REMATCH. THAT TEAM WHO BEAT US AT QUARTERS LOST TO US AT FIIIIIIIINNAAAAALLLLLLS. SO CEKAP. LOTSA SUPPORTERS. LOTS GOOD POSITIVE ENERGY. LOTSA SWEATING BUT EVERYTHING PID OFF. THE NIGHTLY PRACTICES AT TEN THOUSAND COURTS WE COULD FIND AROUND PJ, EXPENSIVE AND ALL, THE TWISTED THIGH MUSCLES, THE BROKEN TOENAIL, EVERYTHING EVERYTHING, PAID OFF!! SO HAPPY FOR THE TEAM. WE HAD AND STILL HAVE ONE HELLOVA TEAM SPIRIT. WE DID EVERYTHING FOR THE TEAM. DESPITE THE HATERS CALLING US NAMES ON THE SIDELINES (EFFING SORE LOSERS) WE KEPT IT GOING ALL THE WAY THROUGH. DIDN'T CARE WHAT OTHERS THOUGHT OF US BEING OVERLY DRAMATIC WITH OUR CHEERS AND GODFORSAKEN BEFORE AND AFTER RITUALS AND UNACCEPTABLY HIGH-ON-COKE ENTHUSIASM IN YOUR FACES, GEEKS. SO SO HAPPY. WE'RE SO MAKING FUTSAL A WEEKLY THING NOW.....



January 17, 2007
Curtains Fall

Curtains Fall
Posted at 11:13 PM

It's only natural to think that going for something less than what you actually actually deserve should be easy. But once you've gone through too much nothing is ever simple anymore. You'd be playing games at war with hardknock elements that keep trying to throw you way off-course at times when you just don't know how to pick yourself up again. Independence is a trivia, no matter how many people tell you that we'll make it through...there is no we when the only one who can actually make the difference is only me.

But then again this one isn't really less than what I deserve...

 

When you've been disappointed so much and nothing has thus far worked to your favour, it's just so bloody hard to believe that the next one will ever go well either. You keep trying to be regenerated with hope and revival and goddamned optimism but it is like this for me...when I reach the part that is so familiar, one I've gone through many many times before this, I stop and ask, "What makes me think this is going to work?..it never has before.." "What next? Nobody ever told me what next is..." "If it gets fucked up again what do I do?..too sick of moping...again." I ask myself and I ask others.

They say when you want something so badly go for it for cheeses sake. There's nothing to lose once you've tested the waters and finally find out yourself what consequenceses beheld. I say you'd be losing faith for a bit. It's only typical like that. I was never really the type that gets stronger after every trial. I just feel indifferent. Maybe that's why it's been turning out the same way everytime...

"What in God's name are you talking about seriously..."

Anyway, Euphoria Night tomorrow, mid-semester  break next week, mid-semester tests week after...Calabash's post-victory life has been very colourful indeed, we want to write a book now......haha, right. XD

 

 



January 20, 2007
I'm 3 months pregnant...

I'm 3 months pregnant...
Posted at 10:35 PM

...tell me how to react, honestly. why on earth do you think i've been so morose lately. "i hate myself for loving you...gets my senses all messed up...help."???!!? in case nobody decoded that it meant i got screwed, duh. it's amazing how i can even talk about this like it happens everyday I'M BLOODY SERIOUS, OKAY?! and no i don't know what to do with it. parents don't know yet. i'm never going to tell anyone in person, so my blog here, is the only channel where anyone will ever find out. he and i talked about it long and hard... but GUESS WHAT'S MY BIGGEST CONCERN?!....that the bump doesn't show only until AFTER i've finished college. i don't want to be kicked out. i love UM.  3 bulan je lagi nak abeh PASUM wei...if any of you sore losers feel like telling the admins about this i swear i'll make you feel sorry you ever knew me.

i'm not scared about...about conception. surprisingly. no. i'm just...overwhelmed. can't really say i'm not ready for it...i mean, it's not like it was our first time and i hardly miss my monthly cycle past three weeks...i'm so screwed. literally, sardonically, and have a PROOF of it...this can't be good. reason i've been so emo these days...well if i start crying and regretting i might as well just get an abortion and pretend as if nothing happened but hey, i waited until three whole months went before i decided to keep this...this thing.

 

trying real hard not to get an anxiety attack. honestly. yes this is aimi speaking. you have not just read someone else's blog. the end.



January 22, 2007
Not funny anymore...repairing the damage.

Not funny anymore...repairing the damage.
Posted at 10:55 AM

Never meant to go this far but here's the bubble-burster. I'm not pregnant. ACTUALLY right, I was gonna write about my 18 year old very decent, still very kid-like friend who's in fact 4 months gone into motherhood. To me it's devastating. And by posting the whole muck down there I was...just testing the waters, see how all you unfortunate people I call friends would react to learning that a friend of yours is pregnant. I GOT CARRIED AWAY, okay, I'm sorry...for making tons of you worried sick. You don't know how scared you got me in return messaging me at insaaaannnnne hours threatening me to tell the truth. BESIDES...didn't think that many of you still come here to read, haven't been updating that much but will do as of today yeap. But ooooooh my God the bombardings I've been getting, weiii....

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Lee Siew Vern: Aimi..i wan u2reply me as SOON as u get my txt..r u for real..bout ur latest entry? i wan to hear it frm u..not ur blog..if im still worth ur trust

(...after the confession......)  I WANT TO STRABGLE YOU! I KNEW U WULD SAY SUMTIN LIKE TIS! STUPID I'M GONNA KILL YOU! R U HAPPY NOW? EVIL! RARRRR

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Siti 'Afifah: Dun tel. Bt ber read yr blog n askd me if pe ko post btul. Aku tny pe yg ko post cz aku x bace lg. Die ckp ko post u r pregnant. KAMUUU, AKU NEARLY KENE HEART ATTACK TAWWWWUUU!

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Jolynn: Hey, i just read ur blog...r u okay?

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Doyou: so.....are u for real?

Me: what do u think?

Doyou: yes i do think so.....but i believe you of all people can pull off sm big ass prank like this...

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Me: (to Doyou on his sister) SERVES HER RIGHT FOR NOT KEEPING IN TOUCH thats why its so shocking cos she knows nothing abt me for months...tralalalala

Berlina: aimi!!!!! is tht your way of showing your disappointment & in return making YOUR FRIENDS feel guilty? I'm so gonna kill u!!..

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Vinne: you're not pregnant !!

Me: er...what if i am

Vinne: then u gotta abort it ! ... but i think your religion forbids it !!

Me: vinne..my religion even forbids HAVING a baby before marriage. let alone abortion

Vinne: yeah .. that too !!

(...then goes on in anxiety completely changing the topic leaving me completely speechless...lol)

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...and this time only I'm serious, Lingy...=)

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...and no if it happens I should do more than just 'hanging in there', Li...lol.

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...and no it's not okay if it really happens, Xian and I'll probably never talk to any of you ever again so better be thankful it's not real...XD

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...see I probably won't even start making a kid the first year of my marriage or something don't mention noooooooowwwww. Ew. It is both a compliment and a shocker that most of you actually had at least a gist of belief in...in me...in being...er...capable of getting myself...i mean ME of all dwarfened little child to have a kid. Lol. Touche.

I'm sorry still...=).

 

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...I don't think the initial FO'-REAL pregnant friend story matters anymore now...haha.



January 30, 2007
...that's the best that you can do?..tut tut

...that's the best that you can do?..tut tut
Posted at 06:38 PM

 HALFWAY THROUGH MIDSEMESTER EXAM WEEK BABY!

...such...SUCH a killer it has been, but probably not as bad as last semester's. Definitely fel smarter this time around, lol. Less pressuring, yeap. People around being less uptight about it. And I have an eyecandy always around the area I usually sit at in the exam hall. Sufi and I would start giggling at the end of almost each paper at each new discovery about this...this 'cheap thrill'. Like yesterday, I started snickering after Chem 4 making her give me a very gay look...

"...he has a red pencil case...with little flowers...and a tag that says Tom and Jerry..."

...said I. LOL. So precious. And lately we've been bumping into him too often, haha.

"He has cute ears..." -Sufi
"Yeah I knoow...I saw him playing with his ear towards the end of chem, a weeee bit distracted..." -Aimi
"Good. We shall call him 'cute ears'..."-Sufi

I so girls-school-jinxED Sufi. Seafielder no more! Ahaha...

 

Otherwise,...as you can see I'm keeping Life 101 very lightly here nowadays. Can't be arsed with all the megalomaniac-ish melodrama anymore. Takes too much time. My egg is sunny-side up.

 

MUET RESULTS

Listening: 39/45
Speaking: 42/45
Reading Comprehension: 113/135
Writing: 41/75

Band:    5

 

WTF. THIS just won't do. Writing marks were like...shit. I so were aiming for a 6. Screw my grammar right now, so stfu...grrrrrrrrrrr........

 

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On the sparkly side....

 

 

 

.......see u there ;P



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