Too Long Too Loud

I went to a wedding the other day. At a hotel. Not a bragging post, I assure you.

After so much talking, gossiping and drinking the free-flow juice that kept on coming, I went to the loo. 

There's only one cubicle and apparently it was kinda hard to lock. After inspecting the mechanism for a while, I decided to just go with it. I was on the very peak, if you know what I mean. As I was going in the cubicle, another guest walked in the toilet. I smiled at her and I continued with my business. 

It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice. It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice.It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice.It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice.It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice.

And unlucky for me, the toilet is the no bidet kind. 

I went on with my very long loud business.

Embarrassing, I tell you. Very embarrassing. In my mind at that time, I don't know the other guest. We will never meet again. I had to do what I had to do.

I went out from the cubicle after being so loud, I saw another guest. She immediately knew me! And she started talking to me. 

Dang! 

together ~

Not dead yet

Already in my bed

Curving on my side

With red skin tight

Step out for a walk

In the alley so dark

Flower in one hand

Sweets on the other end

I will never be a substitute

He is on my pursuit

Please don’t be rude

You are not even cute

Not yet dissipate

Snug print of my butt

From the leather seat

Yet your g-string held tied

Stir up a coffee

No sugar for me

I might be bossy

But I am a beauty!

The arched physique makes me sick

Mahogany mystique, not epic!

Might be slick but can’t apply a lipstick

You are not my replacement

He will not be abandon

Love for him will never lessen

In fact you are not a woman

Shit, its a guitar!

He is back for good

Yesterday. 

So sad that I couldn't see him. Not until my school break. Sometime by the end of March. 

He will be in Penang by this week to continue his dream. 

Sad. 

And Happy. 

Pilihan Alfina tetap HR

The other day, I was watching a drama. Malay drama. A cerekarama; Pilihan Rozana.

I was watching alone as HR was in the other room doing his music thingie.

Guitar, 

Keyboard

Microkey

Amplifier

Tuneport

Microphone included. 

I prefer to watch alone anyway because HR loves to complain about everything in a Malay drama. 

The storyline

The actors

The dialogue

The make up

The props

The location

The food

The wardrobe

The music

Basically, everything.

After a while, he came and seek for me in the living room. And he did what he did best. I had to finally stop him from disturbing me. 

"Abang, ini pilhan Rozana ok! Rozana! Bukan pilhan Hisyam!" I didn't use the exclamation mark of course. However, HR didn't budge. Finally, I switched off the television and said we should sleep. 

After all, it was Saturday night and Sunday is a school day for us in Johore.

JohorLeads!  

Grease-y Love

HR was out and about the other day. He asked me if we need anything in the kitchen.

Honestly, a lot.

But because HR is HR, I told him to buy us cooking oil. Just the 1 litre kind.

Which he bought, the expensive one! Aha! Amateur!

But it's okay.

To make mistake is to learn.

Wordless Wednesday

New Year 2014

No New Year Resolution yet. Too tired.

Big Bad Wolf

Since the earliest relationship I knew that me and HR have different preferences in music, movies and books. We fought about it sometimes like he kept insisting me to like Will Ferrell and I had to justify a gazillion time to him why Peeta Mallark is way, way, way better than the other guy (The Hunger Games). 

He would tolerate my quirk of must-park-at-the-nearest-mall-entrance while I always remember where he put all his stuff, including where he park the car when in mall. 

While I let him have one room for his fanboyism and loud music (read: guitar stuff), he always amuses me with his rendition of Yuna and Back Street Boys. He would let me have Jacob Black as wallpaper while I tolerate his comics' heroes.

Since, one of his birthday coupons is books from BBW sale, we went there. 

As I learned my lesson, (to only buy books that I truly read not because of it's so cheap, we must buy so that I'll read it someday attitude; 'someday' never arrives), I focus on finding Suzanne Collin's writing and maybe Dorothy Koomson if any. 

As expected, once we entered the BBW (after I memorized where we park our car), we went our separate ways. Me in the fiction section while HR was lost in the comics and music sections. We crossed path several times. 

You would think I mind, shopping together but not truly together. 

I don't honestly.

But knowing HR's unconditional love towards me, he actually did try to find The Hunger Games books collection for me (which had sold out on the preview day itself, blergh!) first. He tried high and low, even asking the shop assistant.

That's why I wouldn't mind the difference much. We complete each other. 

p/s: I bet you remember all the tales I told you about his fondness to walk. Walk. Walk.   

In PG of course

Arrived home safely just now. 

So so so dusty that you can party!

On the other hand,  

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! 

HR found this cool colouring app thingie that can be made 3D. Awesome!!