Obviously meaningless post.

It's 12 midnight.

At my brother's place.

Nazmi absolutely refuses to sleep, screaming for pizza.

Me?

I turned on the tv, but nobody's watching. Nujum Pak Belalang is airing. God knows how many times I have watched this classic, but it never failed to give me a giggle or two.

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Been reading my previous posts.

To tell you the truth, I don't like them. It's friggin depressing that a dead man will die again from boredom.

The reason being the lack of update is because I haven't had the slightest mood to update Slip of Tongue.

Even if I did update this blog, it is mostly about depressing stuff. Things happened and for some reason, I forgot to do the thing that always keeps my emotions in check which is writing in this blog. Writing is indeed therapeutic. Beats seeing a counselor.

Now, I think I have had enough of being depressed. I also think that I have bored people who follow this blog long enough with my unstable raging emotions.

Happy Slip of Tongue will resume after this post. :)

Enlightenment

Finally, I have came to a realization that for all these while, I do not deserve her. Not even for one second.

She's way out of my league. Like WAAAY outta here.

What's more, I broke her trust.

Coz of that, some nutcase screwed her up.

She's mad at me.. I don't even know if we are on speaking terms again. Honestly, it doesn't look so promising for me.

I deserve that. She has every right to be mad at me for what I've done.

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Dear you,

If you are reading this, although this will not mean much to you, I am so sorry.

I was wrong.

I was stupid. And still is.

I've put my trust to the wrong person(s).

I'm sorry for your time wasted on me

I'm sorry for the tears you shed because of me.

If only things could become right again with this apology.

I wish it could.

I wish it could......

Writing anxiety buat aku buat kerja gila

Writing anxity tu tajuk research proposal aku. Mungkin tukar, mungkin tak tukar.

Submit esok ok.

Tapi baru buat setakat research problem statement. suku chapter 1. Lagi 3 chapter, baru setel. Nasib baik takyah construct questionnaire. Ambik yang dah buat.

Cam haram kan?

And the cherry on top of the icing is that my lecturer wants to see chapter 1 by 4 o' clock.

TODAY.

Real brilliant kan Safwan?

Tapi yang suweynya, tengah2 anxious nak buat benda alah ni tetiba ilham lain datang. Bodoh betul.

Baca je la poem kat bawah.


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Aku tak perlukan teman wanita.

Aku tak perlukan kata-kata manja.
Tak perlu aku tahu aku disayangi setinggi mana.
Tak peduli pun aku tentang betapa rindunya si dia,
merepek itu semua.
Duniawi semata.

Tak kuasa aku jaga hatinya.
Tak guna aku setia padanya.
Tak ingin bebasnya aku dipenjara.
Buang masa, buang duit bermain permainan cinta.

Haish....

Tapi kan Safwan,
Tak perlu diri sendiri di tipu...

Sebenarnya dalam hati, aku ingin rasa di rindu
Aku perlu ingin diperlu
Kadangkala teringin dipanggil "OH KEKANDA!"
Mungkin keluar sama - sama bila ada masa.

Hai...
Cinta oh cinta..
Tak hidup aku dengan kau,
Tak hidup aku tanpa kau.

Dangerous food.

A couple of weeks back, I was hanging out with my brother Hafiz it Al Rafi Bistro in Section 18.


Out of nowhere, he laughed and showed me this.





Whoa.

Better not eat this. Otherwise chains might pop out of nowhere and tie you up.

Sociolinguistic's thought paper really did some damage to my brain.

I was hanging out somewhere in Section 7 Shah Alam. Spotted this banner, pulled over and snapped a picture of a " Word Borrowing FAIL".

INSTRUKTUR.

Can somebody tell me why in the fuck's name did he borrow the word "instructor" when there's a perfect "jurulatih" word in Malay language?


OI! Jurulatih is not classy, is it?


I really really hate seeing BM being bastardized in such a way.

"This is language change. We modify BM a bit so it sounds cool, and get high status. We are changing BM for the better, this is!"

Yeah right.

It's a downright abomination.

What made these kind of people think that by borrowing and modifying words from English makes BM cool and get high status?

That shit bastardized BM.


You might be asking why I'm such a fuss about this.

The reason is I love BM. I love it as if it is my own daughter. Try having somebody making a bastard out of my daughter and tell me how you'd feel.

Shut up and listen.

To readers: Do you understand now what my problem is about?

To You: Let's not play games anymore. I've had enough learning about games people play in Transactional Analysis theory (Counseling theory).