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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

ARIES -
The liar. Honestly, yes, at times. Duh who doesn't?
Outgoing. Selectively?
Lovable. Not for me to say.
Spontaneous. Definitely.
Not one to mess with. Im open to the masses who wanna mess. I'll take that as a compliment?
Funny. Lame actually.
Excellent kisser. Uhh...
EXTREMELY adorable. I didnt caps that.
Loves relationships. Yeah love-hate ones.
Addictive. Like glue? Or chocolate? Whichever applies.
Loud. Mood-variant.




It's been a long absence from blogging. Hence a random opening. Not so random actually. It's my star. Talking about horoscopes, I dont mean to be cynical to denounce my faith and start reading tarot cards, nor swallowing every bit about psychic reading.



But is it really true? Is it cult, or is it something man came up during his spare time to simply, influence other people into believing the future can be predicted. Does the time period a person was born determine his/her personality? Can we assume that the group of people have similar character counts?



Know what I think? It is meant to manipulate people's minds. When you read your horoscope thingy from magazines, newspapers, emails and wherever else, you tend to feel that yes, it's true this has happened to me. I need to manage my finances better, hold my relationships tighter yada yada yada.



I pondered about it and when I read other horoscopes besides mine(thanks to curiosity), they also reflect my life, my personality and whatever else that can be matched. Similar, you know. It's either Im too diversified, or the horoscope was blindly wirtten to cater to eveyone.




Ok scrap that shit above.










LEBARAN!



It wasnt a blast. But I enjoyed every moment of it. Last year, hari raya was a low-key affair for me, thanks alot to O levels. An this year I told myself to go wild. No, I didnt join the zebras and lions, but went into a sinful bingeing mode. Ate at every house until my stomach near exploded. All those oily, fried, crispy, sweet, delicious goodies was blissful.



Until the morning after. Working out is the first thing on my mind.



When it comes to hari raya, duit rayer is secondary. I do remember some of the houses that didnt dish out the packets, but the joy of going from houses to houses all over the country is fun and exciting. Especially when you go in big groups. Noise and laughter and the sometimes annoyance make up the rayer atmosphere. It isnt something you get to experience everyday.



And when hari raya comes, it is coupled with the pilu-ness, for the lack of better word. Often, it passes right through me. But on saturday morning, it hit me. And I remembered, reminisced some of my loved ones who aren't around anymore. I was at the mosque and no one saw, I think. It's the first, at a public place.



Then I came across this TRULY. UGLY. FAMILY. I was in the lift with my little cousin and this malay family wearing bright yellow and green came. The mother was heavily draped in gold. You know, the neck and hands and fingers. Why not the stomach and mouth too? Had two girly children with thick make up, all looking attractive, or tying to. Cause so far no ugliness seen right?



Until they opened their mouth.


AND THE BITCHING STARTS. It sounds worse than a get together of first three months bitching club.

"HAH! Aku tak layan pon dier."

"Cheebai betol."

"Gi mampos ah."

"Aku keluar tak salam dier pon"


And they did it with all the mighty actions and the makcik's gold flashing all over the already small lift. I was just in shame more than awe because it's hari raya for goodness sake. And in the spirit of forgiveness you birng up family dirt and angst. I think I gave them a disgusted face but tehy were too caught up with comparing whose family should be placed on a pedestal and who belongs to dirt.



I also saw another incident which involved these group of primary school students on the bus to amk hub. I was standing and they occupied the front half of the bus as they were in a big group.


And this old man entered. Normal he was not. Couldnt walk properly. Slurred was his speech. To himself he spoke. The bus driver being nice, smiled at him. Guess what those primary school pests did?


Started nudging and giggling to each other, which was so fucking obvious. Worse, a lady had to give up her seat, while the primary school kids just continued sprawling on their seats. They continued their irritable behaviour up till the interchange. So FUCKING RUDE.