Of The Past Life

You see,  if people had died, they are absolutely separated from their previous life.

But if they were given a chance to repeat their life, some of them would rather stay rot, or some of them would repeat it.

Au contraire, in my story, it wasnt about life and death. It's about the phase of my life.

The people from the past, keep coming creeping back into recent times. Not that I despise it, but more to like the memories come rushing in too fast I cant breathe.

Yup, exactly like they say, high school is the best 5 years of our lives.

Wait, I keep saying "High School Is Over" to my friends but me myself havent really get over it. Dammit I need to taste my own medication for a change.

Maybe the regrets are chasing me.
Maybe the unborn decisions are creeping me.
Maybe the unfinished job are grabbing me from the back.

The more I think about them, the more I wanna return to the past. 
To undo all my wrong doings, to do what I really needed to do.

But time waits for no one.
Time is like a sword, if you did not pass them over, they will cut you. Deep.

What I really need to do is realizing that I now live in a new community, a new life, and in a whole new world. College world.

Yup, I call this the auto-wakeup call. By myself, for myself.

High School, is over.

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Of Legends

Legends. Someone who you can never forget. Someone who you adore. Someone who you wanted to be. Someone who is awesome enough to inspire you to do stuff. Legends.

Legends can rise from any community. Yes, this is the real world, not some wizardy school or institution for mutants. Politics, for example, holds many legends through out the year. Dalai Lama, Mahatma Gandhi, Abraham Lincoln, Mahathir Mohamad, and Prophet Mohamad. All of them are legends.

But in this post I wanted to tell you guys about the legends of my school. Yup, Sekolah Dato' Abdul Razak.

Why this post Yuri? All of a sudden?
Simply because I dreamt all 5 of them last night. And their faces are crystal clear. I have no idea why all of the came into my dream. Even one of them is married.

In 2005, I was in Form 1. 
In 2005, I already knew who I would like to look up to. 

The High Committee of Student Leaders.

Syukur Syaari. The Leader.
Hisyamudin. The Brain.
Songkok. The Just.
Ashraf. The Badass.
Apai. The Muscle.

Trust me, after this deadly 5 combination, there is no other leaders in the school that can top them off.
Especially Syukur Syaari. 

Well, here's about my dream.
We were all sitting around a table, with a girl (presumably his newly-wed wife) and we were talking something about leaving highschool.

And, odd enough, they are asking me about life opinion. Like should they do that, and should they go here and there. I mean like, they're the seniors, and I'm the junior, what should I know?
But then all people say, dream is just a movie in your sleep right?

I mean, it was so awesome to meet them again, all in one place, although it's on my dream, but still, I really treasure it. 

It was really weird though, but it was awesome, you know.

Even up till now, those are the type of person I am really looking up to be one day. Especially Syukur Syaari. 

And maybe this dream came to me just after watching Awkward's Jenna Hamilton getting the attention in school and looking at the photo of Syukur and Mentol in the UK. 

Who knows. :)

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Of Photos of Twitpic

Memories can't be kept forever, but photos can freeze them at least.

So along the journey of my life, I took a hell lot photos. Step by step, I've uploaded to Friendster, then MySpace, then Facebook, then Twitpic, then Instagram.

So the most exciting portion of these social media is of course Twitpic and Instagram. Where the hipsters telling you how does a Starbucks' cup looked like, how does their lunch looked like, or how cute is their cat.

So yes, Im a part of that 'lame' community.Hey it's all good to me as long as I dont hurt other people.

But today, 11th of December 2012, how shockingly I found that ALL OF THE PHOTOS I HAVE TAKE SINCE I STARTED TWITTER IS GONE. And the photos linked to Instagram? Also poof!

What the fuck is going on? Urghh this shit is stressful I tell yo ass. 

Anybody who's reading this, if you know any resolutions, oh please put your comment below.

Thanks in advance.

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Of Speech's Retract-ability


Everybody got their own opinion. Everybody wants to be heard. Everybody wants their opinion to be heard.
And I'm one part of that "Everybody."

But what happens when your voice-out doesn't get the approval from the others? You back out. But once said, cannot be un-said, no? Well, here's how the story begin.

On the night of celebration (we don't know what are we celebrating)
Two girls and two guys are having the time of their lives, hanging out, going to a bar, get drunk, strolling in the park and all. Preferably named Gina and Norah. And the guys Jake and Kev.

No, they are not couples, lovers, or whatever subs name you may can ever come up with. They're just your regular bestfriends and plus, Jake is playing for the other team.

At the midst of the fun, one party pooper came and telling that they need to shush down at the park since everybody is hanging there too. But alas, they're get too carried away by being together and the party pooper started to get pissed of.

So in the mind to the party pooper, she thought, "Who the fuck they think they are? What, like they own this fucking park or something? Shit, they need to get out of here." And yes, she kinda said that to Jake and friends already. But what has been said can't be taken back.

and I was like,

The spoilers decided to call the cops. Within just few minutes, park cops came by and arrested all four of them. And the party ended. You can't even begin to imagine how shameful it was for them. Like if you call having a zits on your wedding day is shameful, try having a baby on your 15th Birthday.

You see, Jake and friends havent done anything wrong, but the fact that she think she's right all the way to the core, she called the cops, acting like the park is fucking hers. 

After the incident and all, she, the party pooper, came up and apologize to Jake. But she did not apologize to everyone, just Jake. Like what, you have humiliated them all, but since you've apologized, you're even?

Oh hell no sister, Jake and friends hard to accept apologies. They will forgive, but they wont forget. 
And like any other grown ups except Najib Razak, they all went to a debate, or a talk. Face to face.

She cried and cried knowing that her style of ambushing wasnt right and stuff like that. Gina, Norah, Jake and Kev did not have any mercy for her. They keep lashing her out in a soft but Gillette sharp kinda way.

And trust me, she learnt how to approach people the hard way.

So the lesson is, before you start to speak of something, make sure you either have stuff to back it up, or not having any regrets after saying it. If you do, then you better shush. Or else, you know what they say "Terlajak perahu boleh diundur, terlajak kata buruk padahnya." And padah yang buruk bakal menyusul.

p/s : This story has nothing to do with any living forms, just something that I gotta take out from my chest. 
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Of Inner Debacle

Living outside of the country is hard. Yes, nobody said it was easy, especially when you're high-maintenanced. 

I admit, talk all you want, but I'm high-maintenanced.
In fact, think me of a Bentley. High-maintenanced, but gives you a real pleasure riding it. 

There you go, about me.

This is where the story starts.

As I am now,  I hardly be able to wake up early in the morning. The earliest I ever remember is at 9. And class starts at 9. Motherfucker.

And you all should know too that I aint no living alone. But with 3 other friends. 
And two of them is the early riser.

You better believe me by saying this, but this morning, ALL OF THEM ARE ACTING LIKE A TOTAL DIPSHIT. 

What? Do you guys forget that you have another face in the house? We literally see each other's fucking face like every seconds, cockface! And yet you wake up early, WAKE EACH OTHER UP, clean yourselves, put on shoes in front of the mirror before going to class, BUT NOT WAKING ME THE FUCK UP??


I only woke up listening to their laugh and fucking chatting blablabla in front of the mirror before heading out.
Then I'm up, make my worst fucking wake-up-grumpy face (everybody knows how scary that shit is) and say "Korang tak kejut aku ke?" and the Kelantanese was like "Owh, ea?"


But fuck that, Imma go to the toilet and brush some teeth and face wash the fuck up.
Then I put on my fresh face, head to the kitchen. And the Chinese talked to me about something, and I didnt even look at him, and I dont even say a shit. COZ I AINT GIVIN ANY SHIT.

RIGHT? I KNOW RIGHT? What the fuck Yuri, pissed like hell just because people didnt wake you up.

Well, we're living together in one house, so the least you can do is share, or help each other. 
Heck, I even used my money first to pay the bill, bitch!

This is why I call myself high-maintenanced. 

And yes, the upside of having me is, I really do care about the cleanliness. I mopped the kitchen floor, I wash the bathroom, I clean the fucking bathtub, I cook meals, basically Im the mother of this house. A mother, fucking, MOTHER. Respect that shit, niggas.

Like I said, Im like a Bentley. Preserve me, then everything'll be perfect. 

 But all your fucktards has crossed the line and I aint no happy with that shit. Imma make sure all of you suffer. When I say shit like this, you better believe Imma do it. 

So there you go. The Homely Drama. 
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