perfectlyimperfect

Kids sure can be cute. and cuddly. and adorable. But one thing we hate to admit, but we have to admit; THEY ARE ANNOYING Last night, I'm in a car with two toddlers. Nephew and niece. But the niece is boyish, she might as well be a nephew. Heh. They shouted, "Yayy!" everytime our car poton g any other cars and lorries. I super-hated the shouts because they were not synchronized, loud, high-pitched, and repeating. No sign of stopping at all. My brother drove his car fast. So you can add 'continuous' to the "Why I Super-hate" list. No, don't get me wrong. I love kids. If only they're not annoying. Head still pening now. Note: Do I look like a child abuser now? LOL. Definitely cross out pedophile eh =D p/s: I love kids

All I need is one dear person That can pat my back and say, "It's alright." Yes, all I need is only one person, That's just enough to make me satisfied But this ain't kindergarten no more It's not about toys and dinosaurs anymore We're not mere toddlers in a box of sand, We can't fight and easily be friends again, I can't take your plastic truck and then say I'm sorry, The littlest things seem now so huge and heavy. When half your life you're hurt and betrayed, You spend another half insecure and afraid, It's impossible to find a best friend forever, When you can't even put a hand on one's shoulder, You got hundreds and thousands of Facebook friends, But once you log out you're alone again, If being in a same class or school is all it requires, Then a teacher is my friend and so do the cleaners. "But it's all right now," say me to myself, Though there's no pat cause my hand can't reach my back, Let'

Exam was over, and the holiday is now!!! Yayyyy! But... not so much of yippee yay yay, because 10 hellish weeks of internship will be unleashed so very soon. Internship. Sigh. Indemnity (read damn) letter, log book, rumah sewa, work hard yadayadayada..what evs. I'm just going to enjoy this 2 weeks gap, and never care about all those tiny minute puny unimportant internship. i think that's why it got so many names - latihan industri lah, practical lah, intern lah. konon bajet penting lah kot. ah membebel plak. neves lah tu nak LI. Enough. enough of this nauseating LI thingy discussion. I'm going to tell you a story instead. A story of how one TV show POed me. You got excited already right? Right? Okay tak shut up naja. So here it goes... I got on a bus to go back to my lovely hometown with Mak. It was a work day so nobody can send us home by car. So we hop on the bus like at 11 a.m. from Shah Alam. And nerve wrecking i should say- the bus stopped at Pekeliling for an hour ++

Lokasi- Petronas Desaru Situation- Stop to refuel the car on the way back from a short vacation/ BBQ at Desaru public beach. Driver: Weh Naja, isikan minyak eh? (then off he went pergi bayar dekat kaunter) Aku: (talking to a friend at the back seat of the car) Weh ko isikan la weh... Friend: Lah, isik la... Aku: Tak reti r....isi minyak dalam motor pun melimpah... *dumb expression* Friend: *scoff* Alah, tank besar ni. Tak tumpah punya... Courage gained. Walk to the back of car, turn the cover open. Pull the pump nozzle from the huge white box (which i presumed connected to the core of the earth, extracting pressurized liquidized dinasours, miles below). Put the nozzle in. Click. The digital figures didn't change. Click click. Nozzle bergegar sikit. *phew* Pump it Naja. Go Naja go. Aku: (calmed down, joking around with Friend) Kalau handset aku berbunyi ni, habis aku.meletup. *sheepish smile* Friend: Haha. At that same freakin' moment, I felt a vibration on my right pocket, t