Everything

There is a before and there is an after. There is a day, a moment when, abruptly, one life ends and another begins as a matter of fact and nature and everybody knows it. But, what we do not comprehend, when, without one even realising what is going on, life has became 'other' and you make yourself alienated. A watershed. "Ya Allah. He was only twenty-five." Until today, the words repeat themselves in my head like a mantra. But sure enough age is not included in neither death specification or dictum nor recorded in any of Allah's speech in Quran and Hadith of the Prophet. But little did I know death acceptance can make one lives catastrophically. It's hard and people might have judged me for putting the best smile-make-up. Bizarrely, the echoes of our last conversation that night filter through my head, everyday. " Remember not to delete all my texts. You'll be missing me a lot when I'm gone ". Yea, nothing but the truth. W...

I can't remember who owns the idea of a sweet gathering and picnic but however we successfully made it and it was at Putrajaya. Honestly, Putrajaya was not exactly a place I would want to go for a memorable catching up session. Because, I don't know. I had several times just unfortunate lost in Putrajaya since there are so many signboards and roads, 'Precint' here and there and there's no U-turn. However, I have to dismiss all the negative thoughts about it after a fête champêtre at Taman Wetland. Our journey began with me picking up Izyan at Sungai Buloh and the rest at Bandar Tasik Selatan LRT station. We headed to Kuncup's house after that and everything was just as smooth as we expected. Alhamdulillah. On our way to Kuncup's house at Bangi. We reached Taman Wetland at 12.30pm and found a beautiful small garden hut facing a swan lake. Just perfect. There was blue sky, there was sun, there were foods of course. There were all the people I ...

Driving to work today, I listened to HOT FM morning crew which’s similar to other radio stations, this one also has the morning topic to moot every day. I don’t fancy listening to radio actually but I left my playlist at home and I need music to distract my mind from the cracked traffic. So today’s topic was “Kenapa kau unfollower orang kat Twitter?” . I honestly thought it was a wise subject to be discussed for some reasons:- 1) I am on Twitter and I’ve seen a bunch of crazy people tweeting (insulting and derogatory) others religions, races and cultures. 2) I just hate all the Public Displays of Affection (PDA) couple who I can say almost 24 hours they have exhausted other means of communications (meeting up personally/phone/texting). 3) A person starts bashing an idiot and within an hour the bashes snowball. I don’t understand the excitement of doing such thing because that just reflects how stupid you are (as well). 4) People who write on their walls deliberately...

Actually I don't know what it feels like to bite an amalgam but that's the best expression I could transpire now. "Sher, don't you realize that working here with these people really bring the other side of you that you couldn't imagine before?" That's true, Tona. I cursed a lot and ofttimes I couldn't handle the anger so I went to the restroom and cried. I even asked myself where has the resilient and cold me gone? This place and the people have put me through the ample severe depressions these days and they are just lack of conscience and empathy. I lose weight and weekends just seem non-existent since the past few months. This is insane. I understand how some people have always said, “This is the real working life. Suck it up.” But, really? Blame me for expecting a pleasant working atmosphere whereas the entire of it condensed close to a mental torture institution. I know how some works are really important and require immediate ac...

All the miniatures present luxury For the people with big money Old uncles’ hands at the back Gentlemen with tacked leather bag As long as they bring cash in the compact Blimey! I forgot about the cheque I’m standing behind the glass door What they call sales, no one arrives Maybe it’s my short and ten bucks slippers So it’s a plastic world we’re living in? Pigeonholes and judgmental are still exist? Blimey! It is the twentieth century Million dollars business is here They seem not interested with the slippers So everything is all about blazer and glitters? I smirk and make my move My deposit sixty thousand eight hundred and cents ten I… ….. shall save for my lagoon

I went to Starbucks just now for a Green Tea Latte and the barista asked my name so he could write it on the cup. I hate it when people screw up my name by pronouncing it wrong or ask “with the e or the i? ” and I had quite a few times of experience having people ended up calling me “Kak Cik” or “Kak Long” just to make their lives easier, so I decided to go for a dubiously generic English name, “It’s Suzy.” And the boy asked me, “With the i or the y ?” I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. He looked at me, dumbfounded. So I just told him, “It’s Sheriel actually.” He looked at me with a slight frown and a twisted smile. “You wanted to give me something simpler to write down, are you? Sorry that I screwed up that one as well.” I burst out laughing and so did he. Guess what. This time someone has made it. SHERIEL with a smile.

I have composed this post since the last few months and in which I don't have any idea why it remained in the drafts until I found out about it five minutes ago. So yes, what happened in February was: Sometimes when I am stressed, I like to organize things superfluously like re-arranging or alphabetizing my books because it gives me this great sense of order, a pleasing feeling of triumph and so I would pretend that that actually applies to my life. Ceh. This time, the factor was not “I am stressed” but my youngest sister is at home for semester break so she thought of doing something useful besides utilizing every second by being a couch potato. We had so much fun, long story short we made it! Now feeling tired and achey. Till then. Bye. p/s: My father just took out one book from the shelf and did not put it back in the right order. Haih.