Title nak yang gempak je kan. Wutever :p
Okay… Today is 16 May 2012 and we all know every year on 16 May, our country, yes my beloved Malaysia will celebrate Teacher’s Day. And Alhamdulillah so far, none of the ulamak made a statement that Teacher’s Day is HARAM. Of course not lah, ya dey belek lah buku sejarah balik kalau tiba-tiba ada orang cakap Hari Guru haram memang nak kena back hand dengan aku lah kan. Ok Mother’s Day we can say it Haram to celebrate because of the history, yada yada the christian celebrate it yada yada Virgin Mary and so on. Pokoknya takut boleh terpesong aqidah, makanya faham-faham sendiri lah.
HAPPY TEACHER’S DAY!!!!
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So I woke up early this morning, Solat then I skipping rope like 10 minutes, showered and get ready to class. Maybe I woke up early but my time management is not very accurate, aku kan tak boleh harap. I was late this morning, and macet nak mampos pagi tadi, terpaksa turun angkot dan menapak sambil berlari-lari anak. Cis~.
Before I got in into the angkot, I bumped into my super super senior. He is like my bro to me, because he and my angah share the same age. We greeted each other chat a little bit (dalam hati dah gabra sebab dah lambat, dah lah Dr Ridwan selalu on time).
Masuk je kelas, memang kelas dah mula pon, tapi baru first slide, so aku takdelah lambat sangat pon. HeHeHe. Abes je kelas, dan nak tunggu kelas berikutnya mula, aku pun semak twitter, owh ada mention from that bro, dia cakap “Rock giler gi sekolah wei! macam nak pergi konsert… Hahahaha”.
Automatic aku tengok kat baju aku, fashion dan style yang aku gayakan, aku rasa biasa je. Blouse cekelat, skinny jeans, selendang, beg putih... Adekah dia demam. Okay I agreed with him, okay I have to admit, this is my fashion actually, since forever. The fashion that I used to before is not my style at all, it was suck, I mean I suck at it. I feel like I was a fake, a poser.
When I was 19, I thought to myself “I am a girl, so I have to wear like a girl”. So, I wear baju kurung (I hate baju kurung), baju-baju perempuan (blouse, skirt, dress) and act like a real girl (konon ayu) until I realise, what the hell did I try to do ??? You are Fatehah Malik for god sake, Fatehah Malik dan baju kurung tak bole duduk dalam satu ayat. I can wear skirt or dress but not baju kurung, I look hideous in it, like an alien. Owh I hated baju kurung since I was a little girl.
I really really love my ROCK version in fashion. I feel like me. I feel comfortable. And I know Abah don’t like it. I am sorry abah.
I think that, you know... A guy never wants his girl to dress up like a rockers (macam aku). Maybe this is my methodology to avoid them from staring at me. Okay I have a story, and the story kinda embarrassing.
Senin lepas, aku kena pakai baju kurung, lebih kurang terpaksa lah, wajib, mandatory. Dan aku tak tidur malam before tu sebab aku tak dapat tido. Pagi tu aku rasa macam zombie je, dan aku lambat. Maklumlah zombie kan lembab dan lampi. Sebab aku lambat, kelam kabut aku gosok tudung (satu lagi, tudung bawal ni leceh sebab kena gosok) sebab aku dah pilih awal-awal untuk pakai baju kurung yang tak payah gosok. Dah pakai baju kurung, tak kan nak pakai sneaker kan, pakai lah heels yang tinggi tu.
Owh, aku tak pernah kisah kalau kena pakai heels sebab aku dah biasa, cuma sekrang aku dah jarang pakai. After classes, aku cepat-cepat blah nak balik rumah walaupun before tu aku singgah library. Tapi aku janji, aku cepat-cepat balik rumah. Masa aku balik tu, aku rasa semua orang pandang aku dengan pandangan pelik, dah lah senyum-senyum macam nak mintak pelempang.
Jadi aku pon buat assumption, aku memang betul-betul ada gaya makhluk asing dengan pakai baju kurung dan heels sebab macam ada suatu abnormality pada aku dan menyebabkan orang tengok aku. Kalu pakai heels dengan skirt or seluar aku rasa aku masih normal. Makanya...
Okay, kalau baju kurung ini hidup dia akan cakap kat aku
”HATERS GONNA HATE!!!” or “Y U NO LOVE BAJU KURUNG?” or “FUUUUUU...”
paperKELIP : Korang pernah dengar tak this band from Japan Sakanaction? Well I the band is pretty good. I love it.
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