sparkslife

There’s no use holding on to something that we can never ever get.

Let go let go let go let go let go let go.

Accept the truth that you failed. Big time. And dust yourself up and move on.

And hopefully next time you won’t fall again.

Alah cepat lahh…

I gronaed as the whoever big-shot is giving some big time speech up on the stage. I looked at my watch and let out another groan.

Damn. It’s just 11 a.m. How long does this tortures have to last?

I throw a look around me. People with expectant glances and hopeful faces return my stares. I began to feel that I’m the only one not having fun here. Oh great, here I am  sulking at my own ceremony after working my ass off for three freaking years.

But then, I suddenly remember one of my favorite phrase by Confucious. Choose  a job that you love and you don’t have to work a day in your life. I’ve always love studying. Well, of course I hate exams and assignments, but my point is, I actually enjoyed the whole process of my university life. The late night mamak, the assignments discussion that always end up as another laugh in get together, and the lecturers that look upon us like a growing seed.

At that point I feel that I’ve done a pretty darn good job in studying. I should bask in the happiness and not sulk the way I always do.This is my party and I should crash it the way I always wanted to.

Smile Teck Fui. You’re the man of the day today.

I let out another silent YAY as they called up my name to receive my much awaited scroll of hard work. This scroll will be the epitome of my hardship, friendship and courage.

Turns out today will be the best day of my life after all.

All I can say is that I still cannot believe the fact that she’s gone.

It seems so surreal to me. Like I have been living in a bubble in my own fantasy that Yasmin will live forever. But painfully, she is really gone.

Yasmin you have been living a fruitful and inspiring life. You inspire countless number of people.You brings tears and smile to to the least unexpected people.

Whether it is rain or shine, your works, movies and legacy will lives on and continue to inspire the generations to come.

Goodbye Yasmin Ahmad. An icon, a nurturer, a storyteller, a superwoman.

Now I finally understood why men keep a dog by his side.

So that they will have a listening partner when they are alone and sad.

Well, I could use a dog right now.

I will miss the view of sky from my bed.

I will miss trudging along the muddy road to school after it rains (Soaked my jeans man)

I will miss the cold air-conditioning in the musty tutorial class.

I will miss deciding on which restaurant to eat every single night. Haha.. And in the end we will dine in the same one again and again.

I will miss attending unforgettably boring lecture classes.

I will miss famous Chicken Rice here. There I even capitalize the name haha..

I will definitely miss the stupid bus honking in the middle of the night and early in the morning.

I will miss all my housemates.

I will miss the way my class discuss any plans of trips in MSN.

I will all the booze with my buddies.

I will of course miss rushing to get the lift at 8 am in the morning and jam myself in the lift with like what 20 people? (Ok maybe i will not miss it so much)

I will miss how Sungai Long smells like after the rain.

I will of course miss missing all these things.
And there goes another typical day in the life of near-graduating student.

I am writing this while eating a piece of yucky bread for the sake of taking my medicine. Yes, it’s 2 a.m. and Yes, I have a fairly pathetic life that I have to resolve to blog about an ordinary piece of bread (Did I mention that it was yucky?).

But on the lighter note, I can finally swallow capsule! Hahahaha.. I do have a strong belief about not swallowing plastics but strangely it doesn’t matter to me now (Especially when the powder inside is able to give you an aftertaste that lingers for hours and hours).

I’ve got to say, I’ve never feel so good about blogging than now. Sitting here at 2 a.m. with persistent sickness and kinda delusional, I can’t believe I am still happy about the idea of putting down my thoughts into words. Or maybe it’s just the medicine kicking in. Haha.. anyhow, I am happy.

Is it really that hard to know what certain people are thinking? If we are able to read everyone’s thoughts, will we still be able to lie? Is it that hard to embrace the concept of honesty? Do I really have to slap your face twice and strap you in a lie detector machine to get you to tell a bit of truth? Or maybe it’s just all in my mind. Anyhow, I am still hopeful.

Seriously I really don’t know. I am just a confused human being with a big ass oral ulcer right now. Haha.. And I’m off to bed.

You came.

You haunt.

You’re aspiration.

You realized.

You let it falls down.

You emancipated.

You’re silly.

You went.

You’re a star.

You smiled.

You are loved.

You frowned.

You’re filled with joy.

You are a secret.

You came back.

You’re like a calm lake.

You inspire.

You found it.

You are a dreamer.

You believes.

You rhymes.

You loves chocolate ice-cream.

You are a melody.

You are who you are

And you know who you are.

If you ask me what’s worse than studying on a Saturday night?

It is studying on a Mooncake Festival Sunday night while your family is watching some realllyyyy entertaining Chinese programs while you are trying to get “The Impact of Internal Service Quality towards Customer Satisfaction in the  Service Profit Chain” in your sardine of brain in the midst of chattering and laughter of your family. 

Yes. I would totally take Saturday night in any given day (in this case any night haha).

So you can bet your last penny that I’m freaking excited about the end of exam.

The end of exam means total time for me to layan my consistent and haggling (Not to mention persistent. Erm or perpetual. Oh count in consistent as well) Internet addiction (Yes I am addicted to Internet but not the serious rehab-check-in-and-check-out type).  

Anyway I just a saw a totallyy random quote about some totally random person and I thought of sharing it with you all.

Asian girl: Oh my god, we had a physics quiz and I totally failed.
White girl: Wait, you mean like an Asian fail, right?
Asian girl: Yeah, I think I still have an A, but barely!

Taken from overheardinnewyork.com

Don’t we all hope we can get an Asian kinda fail? Haha

Wait. We are Asian. So it doesn’t count right? 

-.-

You know what’s the funniest part of a joke? It’s when the punch-line hits you unexpectedly. Anyway I was caught unaware by my family sense of humor just now. Let’s have a recap.

I was studying for my upcoming final exam in the living room when my sister emerged from the kitchen with slice of papaya in one hand. As she make her way to the nearest couch, my Dad asked nonchalantly “Ei the papaya taste good mou?”

My Sis, being the critical type, said that it taste not so good because there are some weird taste in it. She go on and make a grimace kinda face. My Dad, puzzled by her answer turned my Mom and asked “The papaya got what taste oh?”

My Mom look at my Dad and take a bite of the papaya and look into blank space.

“Papaya got papaya taste lor. What other taste?”

Issac Newton discovered gravity when a harmless apple dropped onto top of his head while he was peacefully napping. I guess the force of the apple stimulates a chain reaction that trigger his brain cell to go into some sort of gila rampage mode. And that’s how we get GRAVITY.

I discovered my own concept gravity when i fell down in front of UTAR in front of god-knows how many people. But all is not loss. Through this memorable experience, I get to rediscovered some new definitions for words like Slippery, Help, Owh!!!, Embarrassing, Pain Lar!! and of course to the term “My-Ass-Feels-Like-It Got-Hit-By-The-End-Of-A-Very-Big-BLUNT-Bullet”.

And that’s the beginning of a BAD week for me.

As I was sitting on a bench wondering how planes fly, something hits me real bad (No it’s not bird shit!). It’s the realization that the incident of sudden gravitational force fiasco (i.e. THE FALL) can actually set a motion of bad luck for me. C’mon la all I did is just innocently blurted out a hilarious kinda infectious kinda laughter when I saw a Girl fell. (OK so it is not so innocent when I typed it out now. Oops.)

And true enough, 15 minutes later, Mister Karma pays me a visit and confirmed his existence.

As I was walking down the slippery route to exit UTAR, my mind suddenly whirl back to the scene where the Girl fell down. And like a slow motion movie on some rosak VCR player, the scene replay itself slowly, unfolding its hidden rib-tickling vibe.

<Warning. Don’t Laugh Cause I Fell Down After I Laughed At Her.>

I was standing in front of UTAR main entrance with my assignment group mates approximately 10 minutes before the hilarious scene unfolds. I still remember clearly the Girl. She was wearing a white color blouse and a contrasting brown colored pants. Her whole attire successfully constructs a whole impression of a professional office worker (Ahh.. baru habis present la tu. Nak balik rumah dah). But alas, even the most formally dressed human being will fall into the trap of sneaky Mr. G.

As I was getting bored by my group mates rambling around about some assignments (No names should be mentioned here but you know who you are Onney!! ahahahhhahaha. I’m so so so sorry Mr. Karma. I promised I will zip my mouth.), I turned to the other side to observe some nice Sg.Long scenery.

And that is the moment when the magic happens.

As I was turning my head to my right, I saw the Girl. She was walking ever so gracefully along the planted trees. Suddenly as she was about to look up the sky, she seems to step on something slippery.

And without any further warning and indications, she fell.

And I swear to God it was funny. After she fell down, her hands frantically grabbing at the floor. If you happen to see The Ring before, she look like the lady ghost crawling outta television. But now erm… she is just simply crawling on the floor. I guess the Girl is scared that she will slip down the slope some more, that’s why she is clawing her way on the terrain. After she realized that she can’t possibly slip/fall down anymore, she stop grabbing the floor and stand up.

And that is when it happens again.

The moment she stood up, her legs step on that something again, and she lose her balance. But she didn’t fall down this time. She just seem to be having some involuntary jerking motion. This goes on a few minutes as she KEEP on stepping into the same thing over and over again. I know it’s mean to laugh but I can’t help it, it IS damn funny. She looks like she either having an involuntary nerve attack or she looks like she is taking a dance lesson from Michael Jackson It’s hard to describe given her elaborate movements.

Either way, I laughed. Laugh and laugh and laugh. (LOLs, LOLs, LOLs, LOLs)

So, as I was exiting UTAR, the images starting playing by itself on my mind again. I laughed silently (ahem!) and continue walking. As I was approaching the spot where the Girl fell down, I noticed that there is oil all over the place (Gasp!). And after a light rain, the oil (water + petrol + dirt + undisclosed material) seem to makes a really good combination for a typical April Fool joke. So I warned my friends to be careful (It’s like a duck warning a dog to be careful of duck hunters).

Something chirped up there on the tree and I look up.

And THAT when it happens.

As I look up on the sky, my legs suddenly losses its grip on the floor. And I have to do a quick MoonWalk-kinda dance to position myself. And yes, my hands and legs went all over the place. But Mr. Karma and Mr. G really want me to feel the pain the Girl felt. Thus, after the much-elaborate prancing around, I finally give in and landed RIGHT on my ass.

I can’t say anything else except “Woa WOa WOAAA!!” and a combination of “Argh, Owh, and Ourgh”. And an after-event account by my friends later revealed that I look like a pig when I screamed out all those magical words. And due to my good voice projection, all the people around me will get to see a really tasteful impromptu circus act.

And when I lay down on my ass looking up above the sky, I finally saw what is on top there. It’s a damn crow chirping away joyfully enjoying a great outbursts of human drama below. (Now I know why they shoot crow)

P/S: I have no idea what happened to the Girl. If you (the Girl) are reading this, I truthfully dedicate this post to you. Hope you recover well and you taught me a great lesson about keeping my big mouth shut. By the way, how much you pay Michael Jackson fro dance lesson??

HAHAHAHAHA

Oops.. okay i zip my mouth for now.

Promise.