sabun di bilik mandi

have i been in relationships before? yes i have. how did it go? well, i’m here. being in a relationship with the wrong person will drain you, sapping the life out of you. i had the unfortunate luck of finding the wrong one. actually she found me first. not here, but yes, online. she’s a virgo who over thinks every single thing. i would elaborate, but for the sake of keeping this not too long, let’s just say she’s judgmental. very very judgmental. she claimed to love me, but all she did was make me suffocate; she managed to turn me off the more she showed her true self. she claimed to be strong, but that’s not what i saw. seriously, she literally broke down to tears when i didn’t buy her that expensive handbag, using the you-don’t-love-me card. what was the special occasion? nothing, we just knew each other for over a month.

then comes the ‘my ex did this to me’, ‘my ex bought me expensive presents’, ‘my ex paid my rent’, ‘my ex gave me pocket money, i never had to worry about money’, ‘my ex bought me a car’. a freaking car. what the what? i couldn’t give her all that; i wasn’t born into a wealthy family. what did she tell me? FIND A JOB WITH A VERY HIGH SALARY, so she can take my money for her indulgence. oh, it’s also because she’s a lazy bastard who wanted to quit her job and turn me into an ATM. i told her if i get that higher paying job, the workload may be high and i wouldn’t be able to spend much time with her. SHE DIDN’T CARE, as long as she gets to spend my money. she said that with a smile.

sometimes she would ask me for money, and if at that time i was a little low on cash and couldn’t help her, yeah you guessed it right; she’d be upset, calls me useless, unreliable boyfriend, even threatening to break up. see how mental she is? i told her to be careful with her money, don’t spend money she didn’t have, so she wouldn’t be always short on cash. sound advice, right? NOPE, she was having none of that.

she demanded that i send her to work every day, disregarding the fact that my office is in Ampang and her office is in Shah Alam (if you’re familiar with shah alam, you’ll know traffic flow to KL is a bitch during the morning peak hour). i would be late to work every time i send her to work, but she didn’t care. my boss did though. my conscience did. i like to be early and on time, especially when it comes to work, because i’m being paid good money for my job, and because i have subordinates who i want to be a good example of an employee. she ruined that for me.

in the end she wanted me all for herself. i couldn’t hang out with my own friends, but i must, without fail, follow her to hang out with hers. when i had the chance to hang out with my friends, she wouldn’t want to join, but she will keep checking on me every 10 minutes, asking me what i was doing, with whom, when am i going home? i felt suffocated. i was not myself. a lady friend who bumped into my ex and i told me later i look stressed, not my usual cheery and smiling me. she saw the gloom in me.

well, all bad things must come to an end. we were not happy together; she was the one who was the more unhappy for the reasons stated above. she asked for a break up, and i happily obliged. that was the best decision i made.

i am now back to my old self. single, but not miserable; happy and smiling. the lady friend who saw the gloom in me was happy i broke up, because i was miserable. to quote her “haa, this is the anas i know 🙂 you got back that smiling face of yours”.

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Enam Jahanam

Enam Jahanam. The Damned Six.

they’re gone, stuck in a place where nobody will see or hear them. in time, all six will be forgotten, and no record of their existence will be kept. The Damned Six who tried to reinvent the wheel, and failed.

what an ordeal. i survived it, and regained my smile. i’m a free wheel, a happy wheel. fancy.

“welcome back! i missed that smile of yours. i’m happy for you”

i couldn’t agree more.

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who are you, and what are you looking for?

oh hi. i see you frequenting this place a few times, consistently. what are you doing here? what are you looking for?

did you find it?

i doubt it.

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it’s back, and it’s staying here.

tujuh ekor kucing – hadiah apakah ini??

02 Julai 2012.

Hai, ini adalah warkah terakhir aku untuk engkau.

Tiga bulan 20 hari, sekejap saja bukan? Tetapi terasa lama kita kenal. Mungkin kerana banyak yang berlaku dalam masa tersebut, terlalu pantas kita menunggang arus perkenalan. Dalam masa tersebut masing masing sudah bertemu dengan keluarga. Aku sudah bertemu keluarga, saudara mara, dan kawan kawan engkau, dan engkau sudah pun bertemu keluarga aku. Dalam masa yang singkat itu kita sudah mula berbicara tentang alam perkahwinan, engkau sudah mula berangan untuk tidak bekerja selepas kahwin, untuk cepat cepat dapat anak. Malah kita pernah pusing pusing tengok projek perumahan, melayari laman web untuk iklan rumah untuk di jual. Dan engkau mengatakan padaku ‘mahu mengambil kursus kahwin bulan depan’. Sepatutnya ‘bulan depan’ itu adalah Julai 2012.

Engkau menegur aku di laman web temujanji, metrodate.com. 27 Februari 2012 tarikhnya. Engkau meninggalkan nombor telefon kepada aku. Aku menelefon dan saat engkau menjawab telefon itulah permulaan hubungan percintaan kita yang berkekalan selama tiga bulan dua puluh hari. Kita berbual melalui telefon pada mulanya, dan beralih kepada skype. Aku masih ingat hari pertama kita berkenalan, aku pulang dari kerja, tidak lama selepas aku sampai ke rumah, engkau menghantar pesanan ringkas kepada aku bertanya aku di mana. Sudah sampai rumah, jawabku. Kenapa tidak telefon?, engkau bertanya. Agak terdesak, bukan?

Aku masih ingat kata – kata kau kepada aku, bahawa engkau tertarik untuk berkenalan kerana rupaku saling tidak tumpah dengan bekas kekasih kau. Itu sahaja sebabnya. Bekas kekasih engkau yang sudah berkahwin, dan entah macam mana engkau dapat tahu dia mencurangi isterinya dengan perempuan simpanan di Jakarta. Bekas kekasih engkau adalah Sagittarius seperti aku. Betapa bodohnya engkau berpendapat aku akan membuat perangai yang sama hanya kerana berkongsi bintang.

Beberapa hari selepas kita bercakap melalui telefon dan skype, kita akhirnya bertemu empat mata. Aku mengalami sedikit kekeliruan ketika mencari jalan ke rumah engkau, dan menjadi agak kecewa. Aku juga melatah dan menyebut ‘burit’. Aku agak kekok ketika pertama kali bertemu engkau, dan bercakap kasar (pada pendengaran dan penilaian engkau). Aku tidak tahu ke mana hendak dituju, kerana engkau tidak mahu turun dari kereta. Jadi aku meletakkan kereta di tempat agak tersembunyi dan kita berbual. Akhirnya engkau sendiri rasa tidak selesa dan mengajak aku beredar. Kita seterusnya pergi ke Bangsar untuk minum dan berbual. Begitulah kisahnya pertemuan pertama kita.

Pada awal perkenalan inilah aku dapat tahu engkau bukannya berseorangan. Ketika engkau berkenalan dengan aku, engkau ada kekasih. Kekasih yang bekerja dalam bidang Oil & Gas, dan ketika itu sedang bertugas jangka pendek di Labuan. Kekasih engkau sibuk bekerja di sana, tetapi engkau anggap dia mengabaikan engkau, dan terus menjadi alasan untuk engkau curang terhadap dia, dengan aku!

YOU KNOWINGLY CHEATED ON YOUR BOYFRIEND…WITH ME! AND YOU NEVER FELT GUILTY ABOUT IT.

Selepas itu semakin kerap kita bertemu, dan dari kekerapan yang tinggi perasaan “sayang” mula timbul antara engkau dan aku. Tidak lama kemudian kita sudah “berkasih dan sayang”. Setiap hari berjumpa, makan malam bersama, menonton wayang dan macam macam lagi. Bagaimana aku bangun pagi setiap hari menghantar engkau pergi kerja kerana engkau “takut” nak memandu dalam keadaan lalulintas sesak. Aku rasa engkau hanya “mengada – ada”, kerana sebelum engkau kenal aku, dan sekarang kita sudah tidak bersama lagi, tiada masalah pun mahu memandu dalam kesesakan lalulintas pergi dan balik kerja? Betapa kerana “sayang”, aku membasuh pakaian engkau, dan melipat dengan kemas sebelum diserahkan kembali, umpama dobi, dan aku bukanlah pekerja kedai dobi.

Sebagai penjawat awam, engkau harus mengikuti kursus induksi. Kebetulan kali ini kursus induksi diadakan di Kuala Lumpur, maka kita tidak jauh terpisah. Akulah yang mengemas barangan dan pakaian untuk engkau bawa ke kursus tersebut. Aku mengambil cuti pada hari pendaftaran kursus induksi tersebut untuk menghantar engkau. Di kala engkau mengadu kekurangan bantal, aku menghantar bantal ke hotel tempat kursus itu diadakan. Di saat engkau panik kerana wajib pakai kasut kulit hitam bertumit rendah, aku bergegas ke mid valley mega mall membeli sepasang kasut dan menghantarnya kepada engkau. Setiap malam aku mengambil engkau dari hotel untuk makan malam bersama kerana kononnya “rindu”. Sebenarnya tidak perlu pun berjemput setiap malam, engkau hanya mahu aku berjumpa engkau supaya aku tidak ada masa untuk hidup aku sendiri. Engkau tidak mahu aku ada hidup sendiri, kerana engkau anggap aku milik kau sepenuhnya. Puiii!

Engkau seorang yang “penyayang” (baca: overly attached, obsessed). Aku memang rasakan betapa “sayang”nya engkau kepada aku satu ketika dahulu. Mengongkong, sentiasa mengesyaki yang buruk, bersangka buruk, serba tahu, serba pandai, pandai melukis, masyhur, happening, engkau sentiasa betul, aku sentiasa salah, ramai peminat, ramai kawan. Hebat betul engkau.

Engkau banyak bercerita tentang bekas – bekas kekasih engkau kepada aku. Engkau selalu bercerita engkau di jaga dengan baik; dibelikan makanan dan toiletries apabila sudah kehabisan, sentiasa dibelikan sesuatu, baik pakaian atau hadiah, malah dibelikan kereta. Engkau bercerita sewaktu dengan bekas kekasih engkau, tidak pernah risau tentang duit, tentang sewa rumah, tentang bayaran kereta. Aku disajikan dengan cerita – cerita ini ketika engkau ragu dengan hubungan kita, dan apabila engkau teringat kepada bekas – bekas kekasih engkau. Aku akhirnya sedar, sebenarnya engkau memberi bayangan kepada aku; semua itu adalah apa yang WAJIB aku beri kepada engkau. Aku bukanlah orang berada seperti mereka, aku hanya mampu memberikan tenaga dan masa. Bukannya aku tidak mahu memberi kemewahan material kepada engkau; aku cuba setakat aku mampu. Tetapi akhirnya itu semua tidak cukup untuk melampiaskan nafsu keduniaan engkau.

Ingatkah engkau, dengan tidak malunya mengaku low maintenance girl ketika mula – mula berkenalan. Aku masih ingat hingga kini. Penipu! Ketika engkau mahu beg tangan baru, kita ke Metrojaya Mid Valley. Kebetulan ada jualan murah. Adakah engkau membuat pilihan di kalangan discounted items? TIDAK, tidak sama sekali. Barang New Arrival menjadi pilihan muktamad engkau, non-negotiable! Di celah mana engkau low maintenance?

Kita bukanlah putus hubungan sekali. Ini adalah kali ketiga, dan terakhir. Di penghujungnya, engkau mengatakan tidak gembira dengan hubungan kita. Kadang – kadang engkau risau sudah tidak rasa gembira seperti dahulu. Engkau rasa ragu dengan perasaan engkau terhadap aku. Engkau tidak gembira dengan layanan aku yang tidak memuaskan nafsu kemewahan engkau. Engkau selalu bersangka buruk apabila aku tidak bersama engkau. Engkau mengaku ada naluri anjing, ada kuasa “melihat dan mengetahui” yang tersembunyi. Tahu mana yang tipu, mana yang benar. Entah dari pertapaan mana datangnya engkau ini.

Malam terakhir, engkau menghantar pesanan ringkas kepada aku supaya mengemas dan memulangkan semua barang kepunyaan engkau yang berada di rumah aku. Aku tanya kenapa, engkau jawab kerana mahu mengemas bilik dan barang – barang. Aku iyakan sahaja. Rupa – rupanya itu adalah langkah pertama ke arah putusnya hubungan kita. Akhirnya engkau gagal membentuk aku menjadi lelaki yang menepati ciri – ciri yang ditetapkan. Nak aku menjadi lelaki romantik? itu bukan aku. Nak aku layan engkau macam Puteri Raja? ENGKAU TIDAK LAYAK.

Sehingga hari ini, engkau berkeras mengatakan aku meninggalkan engkau. Engkau yang berkeras mahu putuskan hubungan, bukannya aku. Padahal setiap kali putus, engkau yang meminta, bukan aku. Bukan yang sebelum, bukan yang sekarang. Semuanya engkau yang minta. Akhirnya aku mengaku bahawa sayang aku terhadap engkau tidak sekuat yang engkau mahu, tetapi engkau anggap selama ini aku hanya berlakon dan hanya berpura – pura sahaja. Jika engkau anggap semua yang aku buat untuk engkau selama ini hanyalah lakonan, engkau BODOH. Apa faedahnya aku berlakon? Adakah tempoh tiga bulan mencukupi untuk seorang lelaki memupuk rasa sayang sehingga tahap 100 per 100 untuk seorang wanita?

Aku gembira engkau sudah bertemu dan berkawan dengan seorang lelaki lain. Aku gembira engkau pantas melupakan aku.

ps: 27 Februari 2012 – 17 Jun 2012. Tempoh kita berkenalan, bercinta berskandal, dan berpisah. Tempoh aku menjadi “the other guy” dalam kecurangan engkau terhadap kekasih kau di Labuan.

pps: Aku masih ingat, baru seminggu kita kenal, engkau bertanya tentang “rancangan masa depan bersama”. SATU. MINGGU. sudah berangan mendirikan rumah tangga. Tidakkah ini pemikiran PSIKOTIK!?

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Of Horoscopes and Sentaps

Horoscopes. They’re everywhere. Papers, Magazines, Internetz, Android App, iOS App, Blackberry App. You read them? I won’t say I’ve never read them, but suffice to say it would be the last thing I read. Maybe when I’m in the toilet and just want something to read while pinching the loaf. You believe them?

I have nothing against people who read horoscopes. Sometimes I have fun with magic 8 balls too (sometimes I play with my balls, just like any self respecting man would). But don’t let them rule your life, affect your decisions. Ooh, I won’t be compatible with him/her because our zodiacs are different species of animals! Whoa, this person is totally my soulmate because our zodiacs are like Bonnie and Clyde and Beyonce and Jay-Z! You’re just putting walls and expectations that shouldn’t be there. It’s Percaya kepada Qada’ dan Qadar, not Percaya kepada Horoskop. ZING! mungkinkah tersentap dan terkesima? jatuh terduduk dalam posisi tahiyat akhir dan insof? apa reaksi anda?

Those are stars, but what about the Moon? People go crazy when the moon is full. Is there any truth in that? I know Saiyans turn to big ass king kongs during full moon. And Lycans. Maybe the Lunar gravity has something to do with all the craziness that is during full moons.

Enough with the heavenly bodies.

A friend of mine told me people might get the wrong impression of me after reading my blog. I might get a wrong impression of me after reading my posts. Too open? Too generous with cuss words? Too angry? Too perverse?

fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, fuck.

Sentap? Don’t be.

What I write here is my interpretation of my life and the events occuring around them. I express myself freely, without chains to limit my vocabulary and expression. I may sound harsh in my writings, but that’s just me playing with words. I type better than I can talk. So I may be spewing lines of incomprehensible gibberish booyakasha boombastic words just to sound awesome, and to confuse my readers.

Don’t get me wrong, I do have a potty mouth. But my potty mouth is reserved for general everyday fuck ups, e.g. “pukimak celaka babi anak haram punya burung, berpesta tahi muda mudi kat kereta aku plak!!! HWARGH! bertukar jadi inkredibel HALK!! FFFFFUUUUU!!!”, but you probably never heard me saying that because I only say that in private. Not in public, not in anyone’s hearing field. Not to anyone’s face.

In person, you don’t need to hear my lose my top to know I’m pissed. It’s when I go quiet with a murderous face; now that’s when you should be afraid. Run and hide. RUN. and HIDE. Nah, don’t run, just nurture me with love. I’ll go soft before you know it.

Then there’s this thing called respect. I still have some of that intact, so I know when to control my vocabulary around kids, old fucks (kanak – kanak, jangan panggil warga emas old fuck okay, tak semenggah!), and the laydeeeees. Unless you specifically requested me to talk dirty, that is.

So read everything here with an open mind. I assure you, I am not as vulgar as my writing is informative and educational (huh?). Or maybe I am. Take a shot!

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moving on

so it has been a while since i wrote here. not much has happened, except that i have moved on.

yes, no more of the same sorrow that’s been plaguing me for so long.

a new beginning. found someone. too early to tell though.

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[title goes here]

Para. 1: [a brief introduction. share with your readers what happened over the weekend, how it made you feel. tell your readers how you feel now, and how that feeling is not similar to the former. yeah, yeah..she makes you happy, she lets you down. rinse, and repeat.]

Para. 2: [rant about your love life. rant about the same girl as per previous similar posts. tell your readers about this latest screw over. but (spoiler alert!) it’s the same old story. express your feelings in a calm manner. come on, who are we kidding? cuss all you want, brah!]

Para. 3: [try to defend your stubbornness, not giving up on this girl. liken the girl to a chipsmore cookie, to give the readers a hint of what the girl is like in your life. explain to your readers, you tried to forget this girl (like cutting off all forms of communication), but she would always pop up into your life (just when you’re getting comfortable). remind the readers how she made you feel when she’s around. how she made you think she’s opening her heart for you. she keeps deceiving you!]

Para. 4: [tell your readers this cycle is going to repeat itself many times. how you don’t know how or when it’s going to end. oh it has to end!]

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I LOL-ed

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Ha, I knew it!

how long has it been?

Aug 6, 2010 chat log

“sunyi sepi skng” = [insert your own interpretation]

see, i told you this would happen.

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Dear You

Dear You,

I’ve known you for a few years. I remember the first time I saw you, and I said to myself, “go say hi to her”. And I did, I said Hi to you at the parking lot. I gave you my card, hoping that you’d call me. You didn’t. I didn’t care, no harm in trying.

One day we bumped into each other. You saw me and smiled. I smiled back. So it started. You were a student, your route were similar to mine, so sometimes we bumped into each other, sat together and just talked. I had a crush on you. You knew, but you were not available. I didn’t care, just as long as we’re friends.

It wasn’t easy, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t want to push you. Just go with the flow. I was single, you befriending was good enough. I wanted more than that, but it wasn’t meant to be.

Then you were gone. I was disappointed, but I understood. I moved on. Slowly but surely, I managed to get you out of my mind. I was doing fine without you. I didn’t event think about you.

Earlier this year, I received a missed call. I called back, it was you. “What’s up?”, you asked me. “Nothing,” I replied and said “Why did you call me? Anything I can do for you?”. “Oh nothing, just wondering why a certain someone kept quiet for a long time”. That “certain someone” was me. So it started again. This time, you were single. Fine by me.

For a few months, I was happy. I get text messages from you almost everyday, we talked on the phone a few times a week, we went out for dinners and movies. I was happy. Maybe this is it. This went on for a few months.

Sometimes, when we were alone in the car, stuck in traffic jams, we’ talk about anything. About you, about me, about anything. I would sneak something about “us” here and there, but all I get from you is “can we change the subject?”.

I should have known. Between you and me, there is no “us”. That missed call to me because you were bored. Because you just broke up. You needed me to fill that void, because you were lonely. You only needed me temporarily to keep yourself occupied, until you found a new someone.

The biggest hint would have to be when you promised to watch a movie together. I even bought the tickets in advance because you promised. Surprise, surprise, you cancelled at the last minute, less than two hours before the show. Way to  bring a guy down. I still keep the unused tickets on my wall, as a reminder. Sure, you apologized, that’s cool. I don’t think that apology was sincere though. Why do I think that? Because you only said “sowwy” a few days later, after I texted you to say “Hi”. You just didn’t care. By the way, I feel bad for you. Speech impediment? Can’t pronounce the word “R”? Haha, I’m just being mean.

I guess you found a new someone. Text messages have been slow, not as frequent as it used to be this few months back. You’re not as quick to reply to my text messages. Not picking up your phone, not returning my calls. Just like the “good” old days, huh? Just disappear without a word.

You used me, do not deny this. Bored? Call me to take you out for a movie. Lonely? Never fear, I am just a phone call away. The BEST would have to be when you asked me to pick you up because you had no one else to drive you home. I am nothing but a guy you use when you’re bored and lonely, and also your CHAFFEUR. Touché, girl, touché. You played your game well, using some who likes you for you own advantage. Well, that word should be in the past tense now. I liked you then. Now? Not very much.

Hey, I have something for you. After what you did to me,

you deserve this 😉

You fooled me once, you fooled me twice. Thrice? Ain’t gonna happen.

Aah, feels good to let this out. Good therapy. Bitter? Nah, just pissed. What self respecting man wouldn’t be?

I would still survive. I’d stay away from you for now. Until you’re bored and lonely and want to play again. But I won’t be fooled again. Next round, you be the fool.

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