Lets help us...

I was reading some articles on the web about poverty around the globe. It really is sad to think how very backwards some people can be as the world forwards. Their lives are just a matter of lets-get-through-a-day-alive concept, with no eagerness or will to do anything but remain in tortured conditions. Obviously the world is maturing, but in the same time, a morally deteriorating haven. For some, its just a habitat on the verge of destruction, taking their lives with them as the world moves into more shallowness and absurdness.Some cannot be blamed, poorly developed governments, whose members consist of corrupted money-loving souls relishing on the country's wealth, waiting to reap more benefits, like wolves fighting with vultures over a pieces of meat.In the midst of such disgusting habits, these people can only pray for a new beginning, for a better opportunity, for a better life. They are like battered soldiers after war, wondering about how close to death they are as opposed to how close they are to life.



On the other hand.Its unbelievable how many have so many opportunities blessed upon them, but yet, are just thrown to waste. The story here is clear. The blessed need to help the not so blessed.

God has created us all special. He created us to give strength and hope to each other.Like what praying in a saff can do to oneself. According to scientific studies, when one stands in a saff, the energy is circulated and balanced. Now I understand why Allah says the pahala for solatul jamaah is more rewarding than praying alone. Just with praying in a saff, u get so many benefits. U meet people, u get ur energy balanced up, u get to be with Allah together as one. Masha Allah.

So back to the topic, we need to help each other. We need to constantly remind each other. The pictures Ive seen of bonestick children, covered in flies, with pieces of rotten meat flashing at bits n parts of their body, have really brought me back to Earth. Here I am, complaining about my life, constantly wishing I had more, when thousands more are literally rotting.

From reading the articles, I developed a sense of responsibility. The time is now. The time to start changing is now.

Love, the common thread woven through the tapestry of humanity heals us. We need to spread more of love. I now ponder about what these poor souls actually feel, is it the money that they wish for? or is it merely love? I was thinking more like this. When given money, I feel as though its similar to wrapping a gaping wound with Band Aid, its covered, but its still empty, the wound is never truly filled, the flesh is bare, easily infected by microbes and infections. This works exactly like the heart, u recieve the money, but ur heart is still empty, sadness, depression, stress enveloping it by the minute.
Many would say, Come on, thats crazy, give love? wat the heck, theyre like dying there, and u want to give them love. Of course, in this modern world, people need money to survive, but what i think is that there should be money and love, with love balancing heavier on the balance scale.Honestly, if u really think about it, it kinda hits home.

For an example, many people overcome their stress in many different ways. Some gamble till they lose their family and home, some berate their children and abuse their wives, some drink and smoke too much, killing themselves solftly as packets and bottles goes by. Some eat, become so obese, that a fireman is needed to cut a hole, just so that the paramedics can evacuate them out of the house when in emergency. Really, all this is happening. And it affects the individuals so bad. Some lock themselves at home, make it their holy tomb, too afraid to present themselves to others, to broken up inside to accept others.

The truth is, humans were all created from love, and its only logic that everything goes back to love. We were born as a product of love, love from God, love between our parents. When deprived, the soul is sick and naked, stripped off its joyfulness and peace.



People need to slip off their crude attitude, and slip on their love. Many of course do not even bother. They live their lives selfishly without caring about their surroundings. Of course, not all of us are cast in the vein of a caring angel. Our innate prejudice is palpable. We often get carried away with life's pleasures. Surely its not wrong once in a while, but continously?

Of course, not all of us carry big pockets and stashed cash, but all of us can aim and dream, of doing one great worthy deed before we leave this huge but little sphere of land. A little something means a lot of things.

So,what about now?
Lets together start looking at things in a different way. We need to start opening our cloistered eyes. Lets learn to love and appreciate others more.

Lets help us.



We can. Now, its just a matter of showing that we can.



ps: fuyohh, wasnt that one heck of a serious post. sungguh dasyat.

aku ni anak jati malaysia tau, jangan main dengan aku, aku gangsta.

the other day, i was passing by a group of strangers who seem extremely strange in a professional way. Which basically means they're strange to the core.

Ok, this is why.

I was walking, of course, the usual me, wasting time as though I owned it. I passed by this strange group of people. (im just repeating now rite) So anyways, there were around 4 boys and 5 girls. The boys were like sprawled on the dirty floor, the girls, sprawled on the boys, as if there was no more space on the floor for humankind. So I stared, obviously, why wouldnt I, forgive me but I thought a mass murder just happened and the bodies were just left to rot there, until, only until I found out that they were still pretty much alive.

So this is wat I did.
The group of people were not moving. So I moved in a little closer, and was like "umm,should I be calling the ambulance or wat?". Then, starting to feel really worried, I moved in closer.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", the girl on this skinny guy's leg screamed.

I was like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" TOO of course, i mean wat the heck people, u just dont go screaming at people, especially when they're pondering on whether ur alive or not.

THe whole group sprung to life, and I clambered nervously. It was freaky. The boys were bald with this thin line of hair in the middle, which i suppose the barber forgot to nip off.The girls, were in those colourful tights with beautiful holes that only make one look so much more uglier. So I panicked, I mean what am I supposed to do people? It was like the modern version of the Adams family, except more freakier and less cartoony, duhh.

So obviously, when one panics, one doesnt often think well. I just straightened up my clothes and scarf, and said sorry repeatedly. They just stared at me, and for a second, i really thought they were not actual humans. Trauma people. I developed trauma that day.

So one of the girls shouted, loudly.

"Weyh, ko pahal, ko nak cari gaduh ke?"

And Im like, "nape nak cari gaduh pulak?"

And she was like "mana la aku tahu"

And I said "awak tak tahu, nape nak tanya pulak, eh pelik betul la ye"

And she just punched one of her friends and gave that finish-it-off-for-me look.

So the other girl came up right to my face and spat out "weyh, ko gile ke ha?"

And of course, thats kinda stupid to ask seeing the fact that I am really not crazy. I easily answered "Eh, takkan gile kot"

And she was just dumbfounded. She nudged her other friend, who gave her back an omg-i-cant-handle-this kinda look.

I smiled and said "Macam ni la, sorry sebab menganggu, tapi sebenarnya saya ingat korang tu tadi dah out of order, sebab nampak pun macam out of order, jadi itu la sebabnye saya diri dekat sikit, nak check betul ke tak out of order nye.Risau la jugak, sebab jarang jugak nampak budak bersepah macam ni kat tepi jalan kan"

Then a boy said "Eh ko ada masalah ke ha"

And Im like "Eh takde, kan saya baru je explain semua, takkan tak paham kot."

And hes like "Memang la aku paham, ko ingat aku bodoh tak paham bahasa melayu ke ha, aku ni anak jati malaysia tau, jangan main dengan aku, aku gangsta."

At that moment, it reached the pinnacle, that was just to funnny of a speech, i mean come on, anak jati, then gangsta? I laughed so loudly and really was out of breath.I bet if nisa heard it, we'd be both laughing our butts off.

So then they just stared at me, maybe I shouldnt have laughed so loud, cos maybe they'd really think I was crazy then kan. O well, watever, hu cares.

So I said "Maaf, agak kelakar la apa yang awak cakap tadi"

And the guy just butted in without introduction and said "Eh, jangan panggil aku awak okay, pangil aku abu gangsta. Aku la yang tergangsta, engko jangan nak main acilok dengan aku ok budak"

Ok, now, its just turning into a stand up comedy.

So quite hurt, I answered back "oi dengar sini ye abu gangsta, nama saya bukan budak okay, nama saya gangstarz. Lagi hebat, lagi dasyat, lagi menyengat."
Really I was just talking rubbish again. As usual. but this time, to so called scrawny looking gangstas who just left me gagging.

So he just stared at me and looked at the rest. And I left them no time for rebuttal." Umm, takpelah, sorry sebab menganggu, lain kali jangan la duk berselerak tepi jalan macam ni, susah orang nak lalu, pape pun, abu gangsta, u rock la bro, tapi u kena change ur style sikit, tukar imej kemas sikit, baru hensem, baru orang pandang tinggi sikit. Ni abu gangsta pakai macam ni, mana nak dapat hormat, saya pun ingat out of order tadi."

he quickly replied
'eh, betul ke hensem?" and turns around to his mates with a smile so bright.

"Betul la, dari pakai terkoyak sini, terpotong situ, baik pakai yang smart2. Kan?" I asked his other friends. They suprisingly nodded with a look of wierdness in their face.

"eH, babes, aku rasa betul la cakap minah ni, eh silap gangstarz ni, aku rasa kt tukar imej la, tak cun pun sbenarnya, kt gaya smart sikit.okay ke babes?"

"o a'ah la kan"

They turned to me. "Terima kasih sebab menegur, kalau tak, da lam ktorg terbiar kat sini. Memang takde matlamat hidup pun."

So I said "HAH,lepas ni, ramai2 la korang gi cari matlamat hidup masing2, baru cool, baru nampak cam hero. Ala, duduk macam ni tak bawa kt ke mana2 pun, no future, wat a waste u guys."

They all said "Betul betul. Papepun terima kasih la."

"No problem, were all Muslims, we're one, God created us to help each other."

They smiled( Im hoping they understood wat i just said), and said "ktorg nak gi mandi la, sbenarnya da 3 minggu tak mandi."

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

lesson : always bath. never sleep on roads. always have a goal in life. Thank Allah, we're here because of him.

Lets say it together : Thank u Allah for al the blessings u give me, my family and my loved ones. Ameen.

and again. Always bathe regularly. Very important. Thank you.

baking my stress with cranberries...

I was so stressed with exams the other day, i decided to bake. Yup I bake.

So first I sat down, thinking and wondering what I should bake. Brownies, done that before, butter cake, boring, blueberry and cheese pie, done that, ummm..

Cranberry slices!! It really is soo delicious, not that I love to brag or anything, which is quite ridiculous to say seeing the fact that I just said it was delicious. Anyways, really, I feel like I should make a book and share the recipe, do a grand book opening ceremony at MPH, get and force everyone to buy the book,(since Im getting that eerie feeling that no one's actually going to buy the book), and be famous! Now I know what all those famous chefs do, they literally just sell their accomplishments! Its like the simple road to success. Just wake up one day, go bake a cake, if it turns out delicious, u noe ur going to be famous. Again I am speaking nothing but nonsense. What an accomplishment. A clear sign that I should quit those book dreams of mine.

by the end of the day, Alhamdulillah, the stress evaporated.Poof into the air.I baked the stress out with the cranberries.Baking was like a medium to help me get over the stress. Of course, Allah is the Only One who relieves stress, the baking, a medium i repeat.

The recipe :
Flour, butter, sugar, egg white to brush the top, dried cranberries, in other words, crannies, and a little icing sugar to sprinkle over the top.

The result.

Voila.

M.A.G.N.I.F.I.C.I.E.N.T.O..

Alia's twin (who didnt bake) : berlagak betul okayy..kecoh "lah"..prasan sedap je..hmmmph..
pape je "lah". watever okayy..so perasan okayy, like ingat terrer ke, padahal kan, tak terrer langsung okayy, just cakap je pandai okayy..

Alia who actually baked the cake : Okayy la.Sudah la tu. yang ye nye, dia jugak yang telan satu balang..tak sedar ke diri tu..

to lah or not to lah..

Malaysians. U just cant get enough of them.

Its akward how a Malaysian's day cannot pass without saying lah. its lah here, lah there, lah everywhere. eG:

AT THE DOCTORS:
Saya rasa saya sakit"lah" doktor.

AT THE MARKET:
Alaa, bang, kurang skit "lah" harga tu bang..(god that sounded extremely gedikish with all the bang'ish.)

AT THE MOVIES:
Kenapa"lah" hero tu mati..Cacat betul "lah"

AT THE RESTAURANT:
Tolong letak lebih kuah "lah" kak.

AT THE...
Ok, its getting kinda tiring..

So with that, I hereby declare that a Malaysian is not complete without a "lah".I think its in our DNA. We just cant get enough of it..We love the lah, and nothing, not even modern technology or the space era can change that. Its who we are. Its what bonds us. macam lagu celine dion,the power of love. But for malaysians, its the power of LAH! WUHOOO...

I am definitely proud to say that im Malaysian, its like the best. Alhamdulillah, God has blessed us with so many nikmat, and we have to do nothing but thank him constantly. Because, kalau tak, nikmat ditarik lah..Apa lah..Ayoo, macam mana mau berjaya kalau tah bersyukur lah..

To all Malaysians, we instead of ROCK, we LAH!!!

MALAYSIA BOLEH...LAH!!
LIVE LIFE TO THE LAH!AND MAX OF COURSE. =)

god, they ask to much..

Whats your middle name?
- ok, its Puteri Alia Adeeba, but people call me Alia, so then would Adeeba be considered my middle or last name..Or is Alia my middle name.hmm,Very confusing..

How big is your bed?
- wow, no one's asked me that before. queen size it is.

What are you listening to right now?
- the ruccus made by the construction workers next door.Its like bang bang bang, boom boom boom.But the house is still not up after a year, i wonder now wat they are banging.

What was the last thing you ate?
- my homemade cranberry slice..sedapp tau..haha

How is the weather right now?
- the weather is in between too hot, hot and not so hot.

Do you wear contacts/glasses?
- not really.

Favorite holiday?
- Italy

Favorite Season?:
- Thats not such a valid question to ask rite?I mean considering the fact that we have no seasons to choose.Its just summer, and summer.
And summer..

Have you ever cried over a girl/boy?
- a girl..in context,im thinking no, cos that would be quite wierd,u noe,but in reality, over a friend,Maryam, yup, have cried. A boy, about a boy, about a lelaki, sudah dong..I should have saved my tears for Allah. Dang it, I'll do that next time.

Last Movie you Watched?
- The accidental Husband. and I watched that accidentally.

What books are you reading?
- umm, books? how about a book? or maybe half a book, although a quarter of a book sounds more like it. but then again, nope, not read a story book since ages.

Piercings?
- got two. one in my heart.cheh jiwang beb. and the other one in my stomach.quite hungry actually.

Favorite Movie?
- not so sure

Favorite college football Team?
- umm.adni?football?dont think there's a team.how could there even be one, the field is concrete. taylors? dont care.

What were you doing before filling this out?:
- thinking about not thinking.

Any pets?
- yup. cats.

Dogs or cats?
- ummm, cats?

Favorite Flower?
- the answer would have to be anything but bunga tahi/taik/tait ayam.

Have you ever loved someone?
- umm? is that even a question?

Who would you like to see right now?
- my lovely mates



Have you ever fired a gun?
- no, but i wish to.

Do you like to travel by plane?
- i didnt, but that changed when i found out how to not smell the disgusting smell of the food and also the lemony scent they have at the entrance.

Right-handed or Left-handed?
- right-handed.

If you could go to any place right now where would you go?
- the beach.

Are you missing someone?
- yup. missing a lot of those special people.

Do you have a tattoo?
- nope. but i have the song tattoo.does that count as having a tattoo?

Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?:
- nope, but if i had a chance to, id watch a sonic the hedgehog marathon.

Are you hiding something from someone?
- yup, my hair, from the boys of course.

Are you eighteen?
- yup

What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?
- some random ugly pattern

Did you get enough sleep last night?
- nope, but then again , i dont know when its ever enough

First thing you thought about this morning?
-o no, its morning..

Grilled or fried?
- both.

What makes you unique?
- wow, if i answer that, wouldnt i be like a self concieted person..?o well, who cares, im extremely cool..hahaha..people will kill me for saying that..

Are you afraid of the dark?
- that sounds like a movie.

Favorite hangout?
- not sure

Three things you can't live without?
- Islam, money and my loved ones.

Favourite song?
- they just sound nice for a short while, then they just start sounding like nuinsance.

What are you afraid of?
- saying goodbye.



Are you a giver or taker?
- i take a lot.give, not so sure.

Stuck on a deserted island and could take one thing?
- ooo, thats hard, caught me there..umm, i think, ill think about that for a while.


Favourite Tv Commercial?
- pampers!!selamat pagi, chakkk. i remember i had to act that out at the syabab and fatayat camp.

Whos your cellphone provider?
- celcom.the power is in ur hands.got x, got it all.altho, i dunno y till this very day.I mean what can an X do?rite?

First thing you save from fire?
- someone who's in the fire.

Whats you're fav color?
- blue and green

What are the things you always take with you?
- my phone.

What do you usually do when the clock turns 11:11?
- whatever that I do at 11:11 obviously.what kinda question is that?

The color of your bedsheet?
- a paper mache of colours.

What do you think before you go to sleep?
- omg, this is nikmat?

the epitome of scaryness....

i have always spent hours just trying to figure out what unpoisonncynicalcynide means. I mean is it supposed to mean anything, or is it like a figure of speech kinda thing, or is it something that doesnt actually exist. Because u see, cyanide is this chemical compound, that has a triple covalent bond with lone pairs of electrons.It looks abit like this. Ok , well, not a bit, it actually looks like this.



So I have learnt, cyanide, when mixed with other compounds, or just left on its own, is extremely poisonous. It can kill. So how is it unpoison?

This is something that only my dear loveable trooper knows. Rab, care to explain? Im sooo confused. Ive even had dreams about it. But of course in my dream, cyanide killed me and hence according to my understanding, it is poisonous.

Whatever, thats Rab. She makes me think, she makes me laugh, she makes me stressed, she makes me happy, she makes me worry about her, she's just THE pain in my ass, but then again, the good kinda pain.(there's a good pain??wow).She's there to listen to my rubbish, my thoughts, my complaints, my moodswings, my frustrations, sometimes I even wonder if she has nightmares about me. I was thinking this sort of nightmare.

*that night, after much assignments, rab finally sleeps.
then this is the part where I come. which looks exactly like this, but more scary, of course, come on people.*



*then suddenly, rab finds herself in the woods, alone. Because I mean if she wasnt alone, then it'd be half scary. We want maximum scary here. So yeah, she's alone.*



*then this is the epitome of scaryness. Im behind her, with a knife.Ooooooooo.Scarrry..* (im trying not to laugh, cos this is just plain stupid,but if I do laugh, its just not scary so, wuuu, im scared.*



*then boooo, chakk, im here, but of course rab cant see me, cos someones hands are covering someones face. That someone, we have to pretend, is me, apparently*




*suddenly, out of the blue, white and green, Im in the corridor, and by this time, rab should be screaming, cos its plain freaky.rite? Well, she should be.Loudly*



*then.....*



*now that's scary..!!*

rAB : I love u!! hahaha =P

snot disorder...

"o yuhoooo, yuhooo boys, over here"... She flutters her eyes excessively..

the problem is: not a single generation of the male species turns.

She tries again.. "Yuhooo, boys, look at me, Im gorgeous!O yuhooo!!"

again : not one of them turns.

Alia : You noe wat sam, I think it'd be best if u just toned it down a little, u noe this whole "boy calling thing". Its disgusting.

Sam : No way, how cud I ever stop. Its just wat I do and wat I have to do. Omg, hang on alia, u arent jealous are you??Omg, look at u, u are arent u!!

Alia : Jealous?Me? O no no no no. Why on earth wud I be jealous. U noe honestly sam, if u keep on doing this, the guys who meet u will start loving their dogs more.

Sam : HUUUH, how could u say such a thing Alia!! Thats just not nice..Im upset and dissapointed with u..!!

Alia : No really, seriously, their dogs wud look tonnes more attractive. Anyways why shud I be caring about u being dissapointed with me...?

Sam : Well, because ur my friend, and therefore u shud be caring.

Alia : no no, I dont consider people who sell themselves to boys so cheap as my friends. If they do that, then theyre just considered pieces of rotten meat.

Sam : *sobs*

Alia : ..........

Sam : *sobs*

Alia : .......

Sam ; *wails*, then shrieks.

Alia : ...............

Sam : Omg Alia! Cant u see that Im crying, *sobs*, do something about it.!

A boy passes by : Im sorry miss, are u alright??

Sam(extremely pleased and flirtatious) : o yes, im ok, its just my friend here, she's not doing anything to stop me from crying.

The boy : Well, duhh, of course she wudnt, uve got big clots of snot running down ur nose. Eeww, get a tissue or sumthing..

Alia : parapampampa, Im loving it...

The boy and Alia went and had lunch. Samantha on the other hand, was left with an excessive-flow-of-snot disorder..

The moral of the story : Nothing really. O hang on there is actually.

GIRLS!!Please dont sell urselves so easily. Its a disgusting and unlikeable habit. If u do, beware of the snot disorder, it'll come and haunt u!!!

I shall track ur grave...!

Robots!!! Line up pls!!!

One by one, they go, me being the first in the line..Yup, this is what I feel when I do Mechanics. I feel robotic, I feel like Im used, I feel that my pride has been tarnished, I feel that, eh sudah la tu, byk sgt pulak I feel nye..

So, for my glorious A LEVEL studies, I have been forced or rather summoned to do Mechanics. Its cruel cruella davill(ok hang on, how do u spell her name agn?). How can anybody force someone to take that wretched subject. Honestly Mechanics??! EEEWWWW!!!!
U see, I have found a conclusion, and that is that college will allways burden u with unneccessary subjects.. For example, during my first sem, I had to do that horrible Thinking Skills paper, and only when I realised how carefree and relaxed Id be for A2, they tell me I have to take Mechanics. Come on people, didnt ur forefathers teach u KINDNESS!!!

So here I am, contemplating on the fact that I was not born to beat Einstein, neither was I born to help the society mathematically, and neither was I born to create equations. I just suck at that ok. Its not my niche. Its a burden. Spell it out maestros, B-U-R-D-E-N!! So after much rebellious acts, which at all of them, I failed, I am going to be sitting for that paper on the 28th of May. That day, that horrible day. I shall remember it till I die. Not only will it just be Mechanics, the examination board thought it'd be fun if we had Chemistry too. U noe, like
Examiner No 1: "Hey I have an idea guys. Lets kill the students, why not have both chem and mechanics on the same day, itll be like a little fun and exciting mass murder only less sinful, wat do u reckon?"
Examiner No 2: " Yeah, I think that wud be superb. We cud even have a little barbecue over their splattered exploded pieces of brain"
Examiner No.3: "OMG!!That sounds so fun. Ok barbecue at my house on the eve of 28th of May rite. Meet u guys there!"


The victims : the students of course.duhhh!! One of them , me, myself, I, saya, daku, moi, ich, ana, kana, mana, dana, sana, pergi.. (clearly the madness can be noted oredi)

A shout out to whoever who invented Mechanics.. WAT WERE U EVEN THINKING nincompoop!!! I shall track ur grave, and dig it!! Lets see how much ur equations can help u then..!!Muaahahahaha!!!

ps: this is pms (pre mechanics syndrome). Pls excuse my grumpyness and psychoness.

Urs sincerely,
Alia xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

all armed and ready for war....!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!

Meletup!!o tidak!!kulit ku!!Arghhh!!! Noooo!!!!Wachaaaa!!!!

Acne... Girl's or rather human's worst sought enemy. They appear without permission. They leave without, ummm, hang on, they tend to not leave..

So when something evades your facial skin, one normally comes to war with it. Hands go digging, here and there, waiting to reveal deep treasure. Useless, worthless disgusting treasure. Treasure that by the end of the day, when dug, causes nothing more than deep craters that make one's face end up resembling the surface of the moon. Probably even worse.

My God do I hate them. I despise them. I cud possibly even get into coma because of them.Naudhubillah tho...Anyway, I find that, especially, everytime one gets stressed, poop, it pops out of nowhere, sometimes at places that make no sense, example, just in between ur eyebrow, or right at the tip of ur nose (making rudolph the reindeer look ten times better than humans with acne at the tip of their nose), and sometimes even at the side of the lip. Its like u look at sumone's lip, then u sway ur eyes to the right, then pooot, theres some nasty white circular substance...my god, have i had that before..!GEERAAM!!!!

So I have tried so many things, herbal la, chemical la, nature's path la, nature's jalan la, nature's ketiak la, natures hidung la..haaaa, everything, but still sumhow these acne have high resistance towards these substances and not mention high yield too!!They reproduce so fast its unstoppable!!very active reproductive system i tell u..very ganas!but honestly tho, i dont think i shud tell u, cos i think most of u have experienced this death defying moment before..kan...I bet!!

Well anyways, this wierd and probably wierdest article is dedicated to my one and only enemy, Mr and Mrs and Miss and Mr Junior and Miss miss and Mr Junior kepada Junior and cucu and cicit and mencicit mencacat ACNE yg lain (ok then, make that enemies)..

A reminder to u guys, the ACNE family tree, Im gonna take revenge, and its gonna be soon!!Im all armed and ready for war!!!!!Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!Boom ketetuptuptuptup boom ketetuptuptuptup, eh jap, bunyi macam kompang org nak kahwin la pulak. Jap wrong sound effect, kejap eh, nak cari dalam computer system ni jap...hah ni dia...

BANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGla!!!!!!!!!!!

(wat the hoot??)

Wuhoo..

An Alia : eh kejap kejap... Tunggu!!!

Allah, kejap la!! Oits!!

-Here we go. The running part.-

An Alia : Jap, Ya Allah, tak dengar ke?? Oits!!Weii!!Eiks!!Ohoi!!

-a thought to Alia: Dia pekak kot-

So running I go, then finally I get to stop him..

An Alia : Pak Cik kenapa tak dengar? Saya menjerit dari jalan sana tadi,pak cik takkan tak dengar langsung kot?Saya da lari dari jalan 4 tadi. Ni sekarang da Jalan 6.

A Pakcik : Haaah?? Adik panggil pakcik ke? Tak dengar pulak. Maaf ye, kebelakangan ni telinga pakcik kureng skit boleh mendengar..

An Alia : O yeke, ingatkan pakcik saja je nak orang kejar. Mana la tau, ala-ala cerita bollywood. Amma Appa nehe kucha naal ho. (Haa suka hati je diri ini menggunakan bahasa orang lain. Maksudnye pun tak tau, main bantai saje. Takpe,Layan..)

A Pakcik : Haha. Takdela, memang pakcik tak dengar. Yela dah tua macam ni, telinga pun da kurang berfungsi.

An Alia : Pak cik kena check telinga tu, kot kot ada pape ke. Dah tua ni lagi la kena jaga kesihatan. Pak cik pergi la jumpa ENT specialist. (there I go with my Doctor traits)

A laughing Pakcik : Haha. Pak cik mana boleh jumpa pakar ENT, mahal tu, pakcik tak cukup duit. Takpelah telinga, memang patut pun dia rosak, dulu pak cik suka dengar lagu dangdut, abis tu telinga ni pakcik letak dekat2 dengan speaker radio tu. Salah pakcik jugak..

An Alia : O ok, tapi nanti kalau rezeki murah, pakcik pergi la jumpa pakar. Nanti kalau dalam 6 tahun lagi pakcik masih tak boleh dengar, pakcik jumpa la saya. Boleh saya bagi discount sikit.

A Pakcik : 6 tahun, lama tu, kenapa nak tungu lama sangat tu?

An Alia : Sebab lepas 6 tahun baru la saya digelar doktor, barula boleh merawat telinga pakcik tu.

A Pakcik : Haha, kamu ni pandai je, 6 tahun tu mungkin telinga pakcik da lagi teruk.

An Alia : Betul jugak, tapi mana la tau, mungkin boleh tahan lagi telinga tu. Nanti pakcik jumpa saya la. Senang je, hospital saya tu nanti hospital yang terbesar dan terhebat kat Malaysia. Eh jap, tu dalam 15 thn lagi..Takpe2, pakcik tunggu 15 thn la ye..

A Pakcik : Lamanye, pak cik boleh dapat cicit da time tu. takpe2, terima kasih sebab prihatin, nanti pakcik cuba gi hospital check telinga ni ye.Haa, ni kenapa kamu kejar saya tadi??

An Alia : Ooo, saya nak beli aiskrim. Aiskrim Cokelat..


See how one can run for a chocolate icecream?? Dasyat!!but the ice cream tastes even better, especially when the entire body system is heated up due to the running, screaming, and the short wierd conversation I just had with an old man..

The Lesson :
1) Fighting for what you love, eventhough you have to chase it, makes the thing you chase feel or taste even better when you get it, aka my ice cream.
2) Always dream big.
3) Always run for ice cream.
4) Dont miss out on the lovely things in life.
5) Always love and care about others.
6) Alia is wierd. Extremely. But cute of course.

Wuhoo..