Thursday, February 17, 2011

Makan Makan?

A week long of going up and down to the hospital. Today is the most interesting day.
Brought Busu's friend along because Mama needed a massage, we were half an hour early before the visiting hours. Went to the cafeteria, waited for Kak Minah to finish her teh tarik. I decided not to order, wasn't comfortable with the surrounding. So I looked around, and sat this funny looking Aunty in a red blouse with stockings and sandal. Who wears that? She was enjoying her meal, and I think I might have looked at her for quite some time cause she was so striking. Suddenly, she stood up and brought her plate along and walked towards me. She came to me, holding her plate up and said "Banyak makan, makan,makan" or that's what I thought she said. She offered me her food. I froze and replied with a " err no, Thank You". She then walked back to her table and continued eating.
Too cute.
Horrifying at the same time.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Finals Hangover.

First day, he turned and smiled at me.

Second day, he waved at me.

Third day, I said goodbye and happy holidays.

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending.

Every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule but sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave.

And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future.
Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.

You CAN'T force a man to love. He has to WANT to.

You CAN'T tell a man to take you to places. He has to WANT to.

Why do people like to mess up with my head before,during and even after final exams?