Sakit. Momayh!!

These long weekends really ain't good for me. The thing is, I don't have classes on Fridays so it's long weekends for me this whole sem. I thought I'd stay home the whole three days for a change from all those movie marats. What I initially perceived as money saving (I mean come on, wouldn't ya?) turned out just as harmful, if not even more so than all those mall hoppings. Pah. I really am not a fan of complaining if I could help it so am trying to combat these flu, stomach bug etcetcetc with as much positive thinking as I could. 'Tis true though. Growing up with such opposite bipolar parents, you can't help but notice little things such as sayings like mind over matter, when the going gets tough the tough gets going and so on and so forth can be very very true. Too true for own comfort sometimes. I used to turn my nose up at these lame sayings last time but when it's proven over and over again, you can't help but give some respect to 'em cheesy, corny, lame ass sayings.

It's (partly) my own fault anyways because I didn't stop stuffing my face ever since I came back from Holy Ground on Thursday eve (31/12/09). Wolfed down this state (I'm not sure which state though, ma said 'twas Kedah or somewhere North) specialty called Nasi Moi. I'd link ya to some Wiki page but I'm not half as dedicated as that to this whole blogging business. Not yet anyways X ) Then as have been mentioned in the Nuyear entry, I went to Mickey Dees to get Prosperity Burger and some Fried Ciken. Can't really remember half of the things I inhaled on Friday but we went to a steak place in Keramat for dinner. It's quite an establishment, if I do say so myself. Been there since I was in the religious primary school. The shop is right beside the school. Was reminiscing how good the bubur lambuk and nasi lemak were from the canteen of that school with the wonderful woman that is ma - one of the reasons I liked the school so much last time - not the knowledge of tajwid, tawhid, fiqh, akhlaq etc X )

By the by we packed our food and off to home we went. My family's not a big fan of eating out. They're real homebodies (well 'cept for my bro I guess who treats the home more like a hotel where he comes to whenever he pleases but that would worth a whole different entry all on its own methinks). Plus it was already Maghrib time (the azan was recited while we were waiting for our orders to get ready). That's one of the things I love about living in Malaysia. Even though I'd be the first person to admit that I'm not the most religious person you'd know (as if you needed my telling you before you could figure it out by yourself ey), my parents have thankfully instilled good values enough for me to appreciate the beauty of the deen that is Islam. Was talking about this in Survey class the other day with Dr Wahabuddin. He said a scholar (by the name of Mawardi if I got it right) said Islam is not a religion, it's a deen (way of life) instead. Don't think I can agree more to the statement. I'm nowhere near close to being fit enough to spew holier than thou sentiments but I'm happy to have a heart instead of performing my religious duties tertonggang tonggek day in day out, recite the Quran till I form bubbles at the corner of my lips but at the end of the day, still have the horrendous of all intentions with the people around me. Yes, I'm referring to one person in particular (two, even three maybe if I have my way) but I'm not stiupid enough to disclose who it is here. So long as the girls I'm closest to know who I'm talking about, I'd be all at peace with myself = ) Of course I'd like to be all wise and shit and at the same time perform my religious duties as per required by me but I'm way too lazy to do it. For the moment at least, let's hope for that.

Just a bit more on people with smelly hearts (didn't ya know today is the unofficial whine day X P). I don't really mind if they want to be all nasty and stinky in their own private leisure time but when you are so proud of being your nasty stinky selves in public, that's where I have a problem with you. Having an opinion and being firm with it is one thing. Being a complete total bitchy spoilt brat shoving your thoughts down people's throats is a whole different species altogether. Are you just that dense not to know the difference? Seriously. And not just that. The fact that these people have the audacity to pride themselves as good Muslim(ah)s is another matter I have major problem with. I may not excelled in my SPRA (that's Sijil Pelajaran Rendah Agama for those not in the know) but I think anyone with 2 IQ points to rub together can tell ya any religious beliefs would have teach its followers to practice amal makruf nahi mungkar (that's practicing good deeds and avoid/prevent bad deeds the best you can, again, for those not in the know). Phew. I think that should cover rant of the year, until related personnels post some idiotic materials I can nitpick again that is X )

Back to my animalistic eating pattern (yay for kerazayh train of thought ey). Can't remember what I had the whole of Saturday but ma went to Giant for some grocery shopping with abang late in the evening, after Maghrib-ish. While ma was taking her sweet time Giant-ing, abang went off to the pre-mentioned steak place to tapao some satay along with some other items I'd rather not disclose (for the huge amount la, not like we had some pork chops ke apa yeash). This marked the start of my downfall. Abang said the satay was not prepared the usual way ie by putting them straight on fire but were rather fried in a pan. Ma was all skeptical by the dubious way of preparation the satays went through but we just went on and eat it coz it tasted ok. Not exactly delicious but edible, you know. What would you have suggested we do instead? Bin the whole thing? Yeah I thought so.

Come Sunday morning ma and abah were getting ready to go for breakfast. Since I can't dress up as my wank self around the folks, I passed the invitation. Decided to have some baguette and cheese bread ma bought at Giant the previous night and clear those leftover satays (I'm notorious for cleaning up leftovers in my household. Is that a good or bad thing? Never mind, forget I even asked). Come Sunday afternoon I started to have those gassy burps that have beyond horrible aftertaste. Rotten eggs would have tasted better, is how I would have put it. I just knew I was gonna have one of those awesome diarrhea and good heavens I was right. Woke every hour last night to relieve myself. The wind passing sounded like a bad, off key trumpet/saxophone band on an acidic trip back to the '60s. Hence here I am drafting my 4th straight day of entry. A good coming out of the bad I always say. Slept in the whole early part of the morning. Missed Dr Ishtiaq's Media And Politics class yet again. 10 IS early la oh whoever wise people that are in charge with the classes' schedule. Ma did try to wake me at around 9 but the wonderful woman more than know her spoilt brat is too weak. She just said I should take a shower, have breakfast and take my meds like a good girl. I was all aboard the plan but when she mentioned the good girl bit I was like 'Sorry ma, me no good girl one' under my breath and just continued my comforting sleep in. Woke around half an hour to 1 and rushed.... to check Morganza out. Replied some bits and pieces then hurried to HG because I needed to turn a girl's notebook that I borrowed. I'm no angel but I hate when people borrow my stuff and they don't return it in time when I want to use it so I try me level best not to do it to others. I've noticed Malaysians are losing their common courtesy more and more with each passing day but this issue deserves a whole different entry on its own too. So for now. To the loo.