10 songs you listen to when you're Happy or Sad

Or Neither.

Sad:

blindsided - Bon Iver
talk show host - Radiohead
sweet disposition - Temper Trap
Dragonfly - M. Craft
black swan - Thom yorke
and generally anything by deathcab, pete doherty, M83, lydia, cat power, band of horses.

Happy:

Fader - Temper Trap
Empathy - Crystal Castles
Pa Pa Power - Dead man’s Bones
cheap and cheerful - The Kills
teenage crime - ministry of sound
and anything by marilyn manson, Hot Chip, Jimmy eat world, AFI, Broken social scene.

1 Syawal.

2.45 AM

Touchdown Bagan Ajam, Butterworth. I wanted to beat myself up for being super duper exhausted knowing the fact that I slept almost the entire journey.

3.15 AM

Washed up, pillows ready to tuck us in then suddenly when I was about to sleep, I couldn't move, it was like a sleep paralysis (orang melayu cakap kena 'tindis'). Happened several times and it made my mum worried.

At that point of time I was thinking, "Eh setan baru terlepas dah nak tindis-tindis I? Lek lek duluu,"

But then again, I thought to myself, this could just be my exhausted cells making it's own action.

*Note to self: Look up for "sleep paralysis"

8.15 AM

"Iqa, please wake up. FOR THE LOVE OF RAYA'S SAKE,"-- Mum

So my laughter woke me up.

9.30 AM

Families gathered around, I was in utter shock to see one of my cousins' faces. LIKE OMG TODDLERS FACES CHANGE. FAST. I used to remember all their names but there were just too many of them to remember.

This is something I have to endure with the fact that my dad is sorta the eldest among his siblings- also the most HYPER, LOUD and ridiculously childish.

Photo-sessions were made, funny to see how each family has their own theme colour. We were like a bunch of soldier-cliques. Memang dasar orang Penang kan, suka ber-boria?

By 12 PM

I was already in dad's worn-out t-shirt with my kain baju kurung. Penang is a 100 degrees okay? Slept all the way through 'till

3PM

and had a hell lot of ketupatlemangrendang. Went to dad's uncles' and surprisingly, I still get them green packets! How nice.

So here I am now feeling utterly awkward to blog. I'm treating my blog like a freaking journal. Oh well, I'm gonna beat myself up for leaving it a little too long.

I reckon this Eid is gonna be a so-so pace, but yet, fulfilling :)

I hope your Eid is blessed and sprinkled with joy?

Much Love;

Omg, is that .. ?

This is what I call harsh cleansing.

In case you forgot, I'm still Iqa, and I'm Twenty now.

Brace yourself for more .

she explained,

Why am I committed to the belief that people do not change? because I actually think that I'm the proof that I'm not .. I'm contradicting. I'm always constantly changing, I'm not the same today than a few yesterdays ago . I believe that changing circumstances of life and let them lead you, but your essence is always the same.

Perhaps it's my defense mechanism not to believe in anyone but me.

fickle ya not tickle ya

Ou ayy lo dear readers (pfft, as if I have readers who follow). Okay, hello dear imaginary readers whom I assume they follow and really give a crap about my crappy thoughts and scribble it here right OKAY WHY AM I TALKING LIKE THIS NOW .

I know, I know my babies, it really has been such a loooong time I haven't been here. Days and months passed, obviously things happened. Should I state it or should I not? Let's just say I've never been better. Now, let's see where my mind leads. At the moment, I might save this as a draft of publish this, because I can't think of a title. ah well, for a start. I'm hungry and I wish I could feed myself with some of these, yummy ..

sepatu; from acne

and err,

People. yummy kan!