Monday, June 28, 2010

Dear Kap

I'm watching Hachiko, and it's pulling on the heartstring that broke the day my cat Sawadikap died. I'm not ashamed for saying a cat broke part of my heart which will never heal. I'm more ashamed that I grew up and put aside his stalwart friendship, his bond with me. I just hope that he knows that I'm sorry for making him wait for me to return. I'm sorry that he waited for me for so long, and waited through his sickness before he finally let go. I'm sorry it took me so long. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, Kap. I hope you forgive me. I love you, baby.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Keliru

Aku keliru dan buntu
Tidak tahu siapa yang silap
Is it me or you?
Tell me because my heart
Feels like it's split in two.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Ball-istic

I have to admit that I do not fully understand why so many women have issues when the World Cup season makes its appearance. I really don't. And the bitchy bitching sessions about respective partners being too engrossed in the game deepens the desire to not even want to understand said issues.


It can get rather grating when you are subjected to the whines and complaints of these selfish brats. Even my neutrality can be tested in this situation.

Football is synonymous to the XYs. Not saying the double Xs aren't allowed in the 'Boys Only' club, but it's just that the when you say 'World Cup', you don't exactly picture a Tupperware party centering around the tv cheering on football teams. (So please excuse my stereotyping as this is mainly aimed to the gals who is getting on their men's cases.)

Now I have no quarrel with the World Cup. No resentment on my side either. It is what it is, and if you like football, hell, I mean LOVE football, I know for sure this is the ultimate event for you fans alike.

But hey, if you girls don't like it, fine. Don't make an issue out of it. Just because you're not into it, or not that much of a fan to follow each game, it doesn't give you the right to dictate what your partner should watch or do. Leave the man be, he's your partner not your dog. I'm sure you've dragged him to some movie he would rather not watch or would ever admit to have watched. Or sit him through episodes of a tv series that he secretly loathes, but puts up with cos you like it. It's about give and take.

And if you like football, and like joining in the fun, yay for you. But of course, if he wants to go out to watch it with the guys, give him that, too. I can safely assume that a rowdy time with the boys is equal to wanting to have a day out with just the girls.

Unless of course you prefer the we-do-everything-together thing, in which case I reserve all of my public comments.

Let him be himself. Let him like what he likes. As long as he isn't doing anything bad/destructive/illegal, why the bother? It's what makes him who he is. Be thankful he's not out on the prowl for some cheap fun.

Honestly, I think if you can't deal with your partner/boyfriend/husband/etc putting in some extra time for footie matches with his friends, by himself or anyone else, then you're just not woman enough.

I mean, if you already have a good relationship with one another, and you love and trust him with your all and he knows and cherishes that, then no amount of football can take away his love for you; even if his attention is divided during this very season.

Come on, World Cup is once in every four years. If you can't give him that, then I don't feature the both of you even sharing a life together.

Perhaps it's a trying time, but this could probably be that test of faith of where you two stand in your relationship. And for God's sakes, get over yourself and don't be too needy and have to rely on your man 100% of the time.

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Despite of all that I said above, TO EACH HIS/HER OWN. My opinions are, well, my own. They definitely do not mesh with everybody. And if you're offended by anything, hey, sorry. It's just that I am rather annoyed by some comments I've been hearing from people.

It's a different story if your partner becomes a(n) annoying/tiresome/irritable/short-tempered/grumpy/impatient/etc prick whenever the Cup makes its run. That's just a whole different ball game.

But here, I'm talking in general terms about girls who just hates the World Cup merely because it is one of the times when their man is not hanging off their arm, or at their beck and call, or doing things that they wanna do.

Me, I don't get football. Well, not football per se. I'm a woman of words, and also of expressions. And the lack of both in a display of physical movement and talent, translates to a lack of connection with me. I can watch it, sure. I can get engrossed in the competetiveness even, but I would not necessarily go out of my way to watch a game.

Asdil loves football, enjoys playing it, and he can play football games on the PS2/3 for hours. I love all things whedon, and can watch any one of his work at any time of day and at just an impulse. He gives, and I take. I give, and he takes. I think that's a fair enough deal.

And honestly, the way he gets when he's excited about a game, or when he gets all hyped, and the look on his face when he's concentrating on the match, that's pretty neat to watch :)

Love,
Linzy

Disclaimer: The photo does not belong to me, obviously. Photo is sttributed to Ina Fassbender of Reuters, via Setar.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Of Kebayas and Kurungs

I've been going gaga over baju kebayas and baju kurungs lately. Don't ask me why, I just am. It started, as Sarah would recall, on that day when the both of us were scrambling all over Amcorp Mall looking for something decent to wear to Fidzy's akad nikah. Me being me, I do not have that many a number of traditional dresses suited for occasions such as this. I have a few baju kurungs, yes, but they are worn out from constant use ie during my IIUM days and last resorts for weddings and the like, and I just did not have any decent ones for functions and what not lying around.

Hence began the search.

Now, like I said, I don't have that many of such dress because, well, before this, I never do have that much a reason to put one on. I'd usually have a set or two for Raya, which I would wear for that one reason, and not wear it again for the rest of the year, unless there is a wedding to go to. And it's not like I go to weddings every month. So I usually don't bother myself or my parents to get real nice expensive types. Not because I don't like them, but I just didn't want them to go to waste. And the ones I do have, I just wore them to death when I was in IIUM.

So now has come that stage in life when people around me are getting hitched one by one. And unlike the weddings of my parents' friends or relatives where I dress drably and don't give a damn, I wanna dress up to a friend's wedding. One reason being, hell, I love clothes. And any reason to go clothes shopping puts a bounce in my step. And kebayas and kurungs don't fare any less. And the other reason is because, occasions such as this is a school reunion in itself. I mean, this is when your old classmates gather to see another one in our ranks tying the knot. And I sure as Joss don't wanna look like I tumbled out of bed and into the hall. Call me vain, but I am a little. I like how clothes make me feel. They're one of the only things I splurge on myself.

Let's not discount the fact that Raya is not too far around the corner.

So off to Amcorp I went again. But not before prowling through online shops looking for a design that I would like. With an idea of what I wanted in mind, I set off to PJ. But being someone who is easily distracted by shinies (ie pretty clothes), I was sidetracked by some beautiful lace kurungs and kebayas. Definitely not what I had my mind set on, but pretty in it's own right. Too in love, I got meself a lace kebaya in cream and bronze. But I then got my eyes caught on a maroon and cream kurung. So hey, I bought meself two :)

A splurge, yes, but I am profoundly happy, and can't hardly wait for Raya to come around so that I have a reason to put them on. And oh, did I mention that I might just go buy more? No? Yes, well, I will buy more. The reasonable price and awesomely beutiful cutting and design has got me hooked. And yes, you might just see me prowling the shops again.

Love,
LinZy, lover of clothes

Discaimer: I forgot where I took the pics from, but they're not mine. Sorry to those who own it, in case you read this.

Out of the Bowl

I have to admit, for the first time since I started my working life, I feel appreciated for my quality of work. I feel accomplished, like I'm part of something and I am contributing towards it. I feel like I am needed in order for this machine to function. I go to work with a sense of purpose, and responsibility lies heavy yet easy on my shoulders. I feel like for once, I am an employee.

Setar has been good to me my first month. Although I felt abit out place, I jived easily into the workflow. My colleagues and superiors are nice, and they help me and give me pointers every now and then. Although they are much much older than I am (most of them must be around my parents' age or older, even), they don't make me feel stupid and immature. The benefits here are great, as they give security to me as well as my family. And while the pay is not as great as before, it's a small price to pay for a sane mind.

Before, in Woter Kooler, I was trapped in their fishbowl. I felt as dumb as a 3-second memory goldfish who swam around the tank and was constantly scrutinized to the very detail. Oh, your eyes are too bugged out or Oi, your fins stick out at an odd angle or Hey there, your tail is out of shape. Like please, shut up. They're my eyes, my fins and my tail. And if they are not like yours, then leave me the hell alone. You cannot expect me to be the very same like all the other fish.

On top of that, I felt like a failure. I felt stupid, unwanted, good for nothing and a waste of space. Most days I spent the my time after work crying or staring into space feeling like a loser. I was weary of that. I was tired of sobbing uncontrollably in Asdil's arms being weak and insecure. I couldn't deal that way. I am not that kind of person. It was not fair to myself, unhealthy. I didn't recognize my own self in the mirror. I was a shadow of myself. It wasn't fair to the people I love having to bear the brunt of my insecurities and anger. I couldn't treat them that way. I just needed a way out.

And Setar was it.

Don't get me wrong, though. I miss my friends in Woter Kooler. Being in that team, made the torment bearable. With them, I could smile through my pain, even on days when I escape to cry in the restroom. They were good friends to me, and I felt accepted and well loved and happy. Unfortunately, it is not reason enough to stay.

At the end of the day, it's the work that matters. While earning the money that puts food in your belly, a shelter over your head and a bed to sleep in is the point of being employed and earning a good salary, you have to enjoy what you do. And you need to be appreciated for they work that you do so that you may stay on and keep on doing said work. You need it to stay sane, to be able to wake up each morning and want to continue living the way you do. We all need a reason to keep pushing on.

So for me, Setar is my saviour. Of course, it may be too early for all this to be said. It may be so that I ain't seen nothing yet, but I'm with the strength I've re-gathered after surviving my last experience, I am sure I can go though whatever they throw me. I think I am a much stronger person now than before. Just give me time.

I think I'll shine through.

Love,
Linzy

P/s: My one and only Asdil, thank you for putting up with me during those difficult times. Your patience and words  and comfort gave me strength when I had none. I love you.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

FidZy & Shu are Married!

I cried, but very discreetly, at Fidzy's akad nikah. It was out of happiness, pride, and a teeny bit of envy. But the good type of envy :) They looked so ecstatic that I wish I could have been in their shoes. I'm so happy for them both. My heart feels like exploding with wordless joy. My best friend's married. She looked wonderfully happy. And that makes me happy. I still can't help smiling an inward smile, thinking of all the conversations we've had in many years past. Those late night chats about the guys in our lives and our hopes for the future. And it has come to this. Fidzy and Shu married. Somehow I knew they'd find one another again. And for that I am glad :)

Congrats Fidzy babe and Shu :)

Sidenote: Shu, you better take care of her, dude. I'll hunt you down if you hurt her. But then again, I know that you won't.


I love this group picture :)
Too bad the rest of the gals couldn't stay longer.

*Ish...mamat baju biru tu pulak yang over. Love you Sayang :)