Beliefs

*Yawn*

I sprung out of bed highly unsatisfied as I only had two hours of sleep but I had to wake up much earlier than usual to renew my identification card to MyKad(which is a major pest really...the place was so crowded and space stricken that I could smell the Kopi O the chic behind me had for breakfast).

It was 7:30 in the morning and there I was queeing up to renew my IC and my turn wasn't due until 10(highly doubted it with the infamous deficiency of Malaysian Government workers...those doubts materialised...It wasn't my turn until 11:25).Oh well...I kinda bonded with a gal who's around my age and a Malay dude who happens to be behind and in front of me respectively.The lady was really sweetlooking and she really reminded me of Dakota Fanning from War of The Worlds(haha...of course...she's much older than Dakota),the kind of gal who can charm with a single twitch of their lips...but...the Malay dude left a deeper impression on me though.

OK...b4 you guys become judgemental and intrigued,let me clarify that I'm straight.

The Malay dude whose name's Azam was only a couple of years elder than I am(he's 19) but there he was in front of me queeing up to get his MyKad done with 3 year old child in his embrace.It was his son.Well...considering that we had to to spent 2-3 hours or so in such close proximity,we were simply glad to have company and the three of us spent most of the waiting hours chatting.Azam's a fairly good looking dude(I think he actually looks younger than I do) and very well built,a direct product of his job as a construction labour.He told us that he got his girlfriend pregnant at the age of 16(his girlfriend was only 15 back then) but they've decided not to take the easy way out of it.Thank God he didn't as baby Syafiq was totally adorable!

When I've finally got my MyKad settled I felt so inspired by Azam's story.To risk everything,to chance everything for what they believe is truly important to them.As cliched as that sounds I'm sure it'll strike many the way it jilted me when you guys hear the first account of Azam's story.So often have we gave up everything we truly want simply to live out our parents' dream which are mostly disguised as ours.Be it your educations,your choice of a life partner,your hobbies or even something as petty as your meal but yes...most of us spent a big part of our lifes compromising our beliefs and desires to trod the journey our forefathers have laid upon us.Basically..to cage ourself in a comfort zone where comfort is the main dillusion,making us believe that a risk-free and comfy life is all we want.

Peeps,break the cage and run.

Love is....

I just got back from Penang(made a stop at Ipoh) and 4 solid hours of driving got me all cranked up but thank God for Nescafe 0(a personal favourite).Well reached home then turned on the comp and got online straightaway.Subsequently,met a online dude of mine(he refuses to be named as fears of being affiliated to a emo guy like me swallowed him alive) who asked the very cliched question of "what's love?".

GIVE ME A BREAK!

My instant resolution for this matter was to send him a song titled "what's love got to do with it".

MAJOR FAILURE.*dash to kitchen for another cup of Nescafe*

Haha...alrights feeling much better and less emo now.Oh well...love..I guess that it's mostly just lust at our age don't you guys agree?For those who don't..you've been blessed and so is your loved one.Apparently...this poor dude can't tell whether he's in lust or in love with this gal he met during badminton(another solid testimony to claims that says sweaty chics are hotties).He was so desperate that he ran a survey among his friends about love.haha...I bet he wasn't aware that he was asking someone who crashed and burned so badly in love when he private messaged me.Cast the irony aside,I guess it's only fair for someone who's out of love to answer this.After all,love's blinding and no offence...but blindies ain't the best guide(so failures are?XDhaha...I love this fickle lil word named irony).

Love is...
When you'd rather fight with her than to make love with someone else.

Love is...
When you'd still wanna make love to her when she wakes up looking like your shih tzu had a bad fur day.

Love is...
When she brags about her hunky boyfriend and you say "I'm so happy for ya!your boyfriend's so hot that I wanna turn gay!"

Love is...
When she wanna break it off with this one guy that you know can really give her happiness and fulfillment and the first thing you do was gulp down a bottle of tequilla and say"don't do it dear,you love him and I'm dead sure he loves you too,your relationship's ordained by angels"

Love is...
When you don't get turned on by Angelina Jolie.

Love is...
When you spend that last 10 bucks in your wallet to buy her Baskin Robbins instead of the latest PS 2 game.

Eventually,
Love's as simple as the rhyme those colourful dinosaurs in Barney used to sing.
"I love you,you love me,We're happy family."

Well...don't blame Barney for misleading you when you realise that it's slightly more complicated than that.