Confident Malays

I decide to go to the library for journal updating n research doing after my first Seni Bina lecture. The Lecturer, Mr Nazri, altho he has beautiful eyes w gray line the lil balls...he still look kinda disturbing to me. Like always, wats new? Every fella dat i meet always intrigue my mind n imagination. Just me!

So a whole lotsa things to share. One of it is the Malaysian Idol, i am bursting w anxiety to tell u ppl abt my observation and joy of learning abt the Malays. Malays in Sg...not so much of malayslah but in KL or Malay, i just haf to take my hat off in admiration. Admiration can b a negative n positive thing to me. Confidence, a whole tempayan of it and the great YAYA PAPAYAS, has to b the MALAYS. I am a malay myself and it really tickle me to the max w amazement at how confident my race is. Lotsa Malays dat cannot sing damn well actually has this Rapunzel disease ( not explaining to u dat theory ) but in a bad senselah. They are damn confident siak dat they can sing well and if they are not chosen cos ppl are just being discriminative or superficial altho the judges, i must say consist of 2 great malay ppl ( pls excuse Roslan aziz controversy w Shiela k ). The great judges dat i so adore, even more than American Idol, are the eva sweet Fauziah Latif ( dat actually kinda related to me thru my Arab grand aunt ), Roslan Aziz and Paul Moss. They are nice k n i really salute them for having the patience or actually forced into having dat patience to interview n deal w neva dying confident Malays. Frankly, i am proud of the Malay Semangat too. Tulah dikatakan..TAKKAN MELAYU HILANG DI DUNIA...in terms of semangat kepercayaan. They will do anything to be an idol. Play music ( bila dia nak nyanyi ), dance sexily as he or she croaks (do ask me bout the yellow shorts guy), ask around for opinion after failing the first interview and even rammed into the audition rm w a helmet to terrorize the judges they are making a mistake and being discriminative. Aiyah, just ask me morelah. So much interesting k then William Hung. We , Malays, are a big joke most of the times but still, i am all proud to b one. The expression in voice control also captures my attention. At times, i wanna bang my head on the wall looking at them and at times i just hate myself for laffing at ppl. They are a few disabled ppl who went for the audition...they cant sing well and dats one of the reason, i still sincerely look up to them in admiration for their bravery despite i am guilty of laffing at them. Shark, she laffed but felt so bad and kept scolding herself. Cant help it k cos we are all human after all.

That was Sunday. That Sunday too we went to watch a theathre,'Ghazal Party Queen'. Not dat greatlah but i just luv the drag competition especially dat cute, lil drag w starched n pointy boops. Funny k and yeah, if u ppl wanna knoe...original Malay Ghazal is accompanied w a man dancer who will dress sexily in kebaya and teases ur eyes w the mesmerizing gelek. Definitely, they had to use men cos women are not allowed to do dat. At times, i do think dat such restrictions perhaps lead to homosexuality accidentally. Then, Bangsar for supper b4 laffing myself to sleep w Starsky n Hutch.

Ok...its gonna b a whole day of school and even for today. After class, we gonna haf an orientation function held at the 'posh' Pantai Panorama. Shark kinda push my depressive button yesterday abt not given any task for dat function altho i baldi well, did a gd task in handling food last yr for the Hari Raya function k. I guess they just hate it dat i can do things or survive w/o much of their help or having them around me. I went on and on complaining to Shark until i realized that she was actually distracting her depression by making me feel depressed. Dat smart bitch! At times, i hate her for being too smartlah but she is a great fun. Monkey is fun too altho at times i knoe dat i may irritate her. The Media lady is nice n sweet. I haf this vibes dat probably she wanna build a close frenship w me. Just my vibes, may not b true. I talk a lot and i hope i dont irritate lotsa ppl. Everything was great in Kl altho at the back of my mind and at times i do think abt sumone.

I dreamt abt Dj last night. We were at this gig and another bump session n he was pouring out his misery to me, the torture of hurting me and also denying me. I was in a dilemma of believing his words cos i knoe i am happy w him but can i take his words again. Told u b4 dreams are manifestation of ur hopes.

Oklah..till i write again. Penterjemahan Bhs Melayu is next.