"Ada teratak di hujung kampung, bawah cermin kopak ada kotak
Tersembunyi dalamnya ada tempurung, sembunyi bawahnya katak melalak"
Those who know me from high school would know that that's were I became antisocial. Those who know me from my uni days would know that I was antisocial then. I rarely spoke and was walking around with my headphones everywhere. Those who know me now would know that I am STILL antisocial and yes I still do walk around with earphones everywhere.
I rarely attend events of high school mates or unimates and even at work unless it is absolutely compulsory (and even then, my colleagues drag me to it), because I just get uncomfortable at these kind of things. If my mates (be it high school, uni or work) want to tell me things, I listen. If they want to ask for my help, I go out of my way to do it. If they ask for my advice, I will give it and you can bet that they are going to hear what they NEED to hear as opposed to what they want to hear. Because you know what? That is what FRIENDS do. There should be no other reason.
I was so darned furious when someone told me I had a twitter account, because you know what, I don't have one. I hate twitter, I hate instagram (no offence to whoever who swears by it, this is just me being antisocial) and I literally fell of my chair when a friend suggested I go on keek (yes there is such a thing) because I thought she was swearing at me.
This blog and FB is a place where I can share with my readers about where to eat, where to shop, where to find support groups for worthy causes (like Palestine) and support groups for diseases like Akif's hydrops. It's where I vent. It keeps me sane. It is perhaps the only place where I can truly speak without speaking (get my drift?). Because I love writing. Its a passion, its an obsession. It makes me happy. It gives me perspective. When I read back the posts I wrote, I remember how I was, how things were. It is to make me always remember who I am.
I do not appreciate it when my unimates, workmates, high school mates or total strangers drop my name around and spread stories that are just untrue about me. I mean, what the heck? I am sort of used to my relatives doing it yeah, but let's not go there shall we?
I am not a damned celebrity, or a socialite and it boggles my mind that anybody would want to talk about me, much less claim to know details of my life.
Please people, we are not in high school anymore, we are not in university anymore. We are in our thirties and have families. Stop acting like children. Stop talking about people or things you do not understand. If you got nothing nice or true to say, then SHUT UP. If you have something to say about ME, then you might as well say it to my face and see how I respond. Henti-hentikanlah boleh?
And if you hear something from someone who heard it from someone who heard it from someone else, you know what that is called? Its called a RUMOUR...chances of it being accurate are what? ZERO. Do you really believe everything you hear?
Perangai org Melayu yg takde keje lain sungguh. And you wonder why I choose to work here. The less Malays the better (pun intended). Mulut mcm haram.
Seperti kata aku semalam, aku tak kisah. Banyak pahala aku. Ignore aje. But you can be sure as hell that I don't take crap lying down ok? Hence this post.
