I never fell for anyone
I never needed to
But somehow I just find myself
In need of someone like you
So how should I go up to you?
And tell you how I needed you
I think I have to help myself
Or else I’d be a fool
Seeing you with someone else
Just breaks my heart in two
So how should I go up to you?
And tell you how I needed you
Say Hi
Don’t you just hate sitting in a class where you know you will walk out from there empty headed just like you were before entering the class. Basically, you just sit in the room where there’s a person waaay up front babbling about something you have no interest on and to add salt to the wound, he or she is as boring as hell and has no talent in public speaking at all. It’s even worse if the particular person tries to make some lame jokes to crack you up just to know that the stupid joke will result to a deafening silence. Crickets.
So I skipped a class today. So what. It’s not as if I gain anything when I sat my “divine” (courtesy of YK’s sweatpants) ass in that class. I’d rather be in my room watching Babel. To some, I might sound like a lousy girl whining about how lazy she is to drag her butt to the class. Who cares. At least I got some intellectual input this afternoon, rather than you who sadly yawn to countless times tapping your fingers on the annoyingly undersized so-called table, waiting miserably for the class to end. Well, I had fun today. I only went to my tutorial class in the afternoon as today is our turn to present to a class who looks like they don’t have a damn clue about what we’re bitching and couldn’t even care less for these three people who pathetically read out texts and texts of unfamiliar theories and words from what it seems like, a bulky textbook.
After considering the consequences for a split second, I deciced I will not waste my precious Tuesday afternoons anymore. So I lift up my laptop’s lid and slowly took out Babel DVD that I borrowed from Alya yesterday, put it in the drive, pushed it in and lie on my bed waiting for the Windows Media Player to play the disc. Well, what I can say is, I didn’t sacrifice my attendance for nothing. Although Babel was on screen long time ago, I don’t feel left out at all. I read the reviews and it sounded like a brilliant movie and they keep saying about a rifle. And the reviews said something about how this rifle had ignited chaos across the continents. From Morocco to Mexico and Japan, this scrupulous rifle is the cause. Well, I’m not going to talk about the rifle anymore because it had its 15 minutes of fame already. Enough already! The reviews sounded like they came from the same source. That sucks. People want to read something different in each of the review that they read. But the reviewers tend to see Babel in one direction whereas there are so many small things in this movie, which are so special in its own way.
Babel to me is nothing but a tiny leeway for some brilliant people who use his brain to full use, to laugh at the stupidity of the US government. The sole idea that I got from this movie is how quick the US government to link some, traveling blind-bullet to terrorism and Islam. Instead of solving this matter in a more appropriate way, the government, the news people, the residents, they all started to panicked and as I always put it, freaked! Idiots. And who should be blamed for this? The Muslims of course! Who else. They’re the easiest targets. The longer the beard is, the higher the possibilities for him to become a suspect.
Babel also focuses on seeing things differently. That’s why you get to see under aged Muslim kid masturbating under pile of rocks, the insecurities and the non-innocence of a deaf-mute girl, the egotistical and ignorant American tourists. Babel also if not much, tried to clean the image of Muslims worldwide by slipping in some scenes (Richard asking his tour guide how many wives he has but the man replied: “I only can afford one”. How brilliant is THAT!) that are deemed not important to some people. Kudos to Babel. Boo to shallow human beings.
Babel toys with your emotion but at the same time woke up your senses to what is revolving around us. “Around us” here does not only restricted to your neighborhood. But the world, the different continents, the different region and how one thing you do today might lead to something else, be it bad or good, in other parts of the world. For this reason, watch your every step for it will be the faith of other people that day.
I think I’m sick. I have a sore throat. My nose is dripping. I chatted with Rasfan earlier today and I told him that I had a really bad sore throat. He told me that it’s an early sign of fever. I replied, saying that couldn’t be it. I always hated sickness. I haven’t been sick for a year now. I am not a person who gets sick easily. But once I got sick, it will be like hell.
I remember the last time I got sick; I could not get up from my bed at all! I’m not exaggerating facts. It’s true. I got so sick that my friends started to take turns to put a nice cold towel over my forehead. I really appreciate what they’ve done to me. If I was not mistaken, they even called my brother on the phone, telling him about my condition because me myself cannot remember how my brother knew I was sick. I could not even pick up the damn phone, for god’s sake! I don’t want to call my mum and dad because I know they’ll freak out and that’s exactly what they did. They come down to Shah Alam as soon as my brother picked me up from my college in Bangi. I remember on the way to Shah Alam, my head felt soo heavy and I asked him to stop the car and he stopped at the nearest clinic. I took medicines but still, I am sick like a dog.
So, my caring sister-in-law who happened to be a pharmacist at Shah Alam Section 7’s family clinic got me in her clinic and again, I’ve been fed with the same meds that the previous doctor prescribed me with. I’m still sick. I started to think, there must be something wrong with me. I didn’t skip my meds. I am a loyal med-taker. I am not the type of person who hates her meds and rather die than taking the meds. So she decided to run a blood test on me. I was suspected with dengue. I was like; damn I’m going to die. I remember not being able to do anything but lying in my bed and cry because I felt so helpless. Every time I move a bit, I will get so dizzy and nauseous. So I cried. Without any sound. Just drops of tears falling from my sore eyes. My eyes are tired of crying. I can’t do anything except to sleep and cry. I couldn’t even get up to eat. Its not that I don’t want to, because I obviously looove food. I couldn’t get up.
Once my sister-in-law told me I am suspected with dengue, my whole life flashes in front of me. I saw myself when I was 6, holding hands with my brother and thrashing the mall. I saw myself at 9, sleeping on the same bed as my mum and dad and wake up on one lazy Sunday noon to my dad’s stupid jokes. I saw myself at 15, being a total dickhead and a fucking pig towards my parents. I saw myself, totally helpless and still, a no good to my parents. At that moment, I regret for being nothing to my parents. I regret for not being a functional daughter to them. I cried and prayed that I will get to see my mum and dad for the last time. There I was, lying on my bed, totally vulnerable and weeping pathetically.
Suddenly the door swung open. It’s my mum. How I glad to see her at that moment. I cried even more. With her worried face, she hurriedly sat beside me and traced her hands against my forehead and asked me if I already ate anything and took my meds. I only manage to shake my head sideways and cried. I am really sick. I felt like dying. God’s willing; I got back on my feet 2 days later. After being sick for a week! I believe it had something to do with my mum and dad being there for me. That was the worst week of my life. I will never forget how I fell awfully sick and feeling totally weak.
And here I am, with dripping nose, sore throat, sneezing wildly. This is totally wicked. I am officially sick.
