[Dear Diary#7]

Malam ni saya sedikit sentimental sebab kawan baek saya dah bertunang.
Time sure flies fast.
Rasa macam baru semalam kenal dengan minah nie kat melaka time pre-ijazah TESL dulu.
Dulu kitorang gile. Seriously gile betol.
To be honest la kan, she knows me very well.
Inside and out.
There are things that I don't easily disclose to anyone but I will surely share with her without a single doubt.
Dah 4 tahun la kami berkawan.
Berlucah sana-sini.
Bergile-gile.
Berusha-usha.
Tonnes of memories, especially in Malacca.
Dan tetibe rindu Melaka la plak.
Haish.
Dan tetibe teringat memori first time being heartbroken.
When I was madly in love with you know who but you know who crashed my heart.
The image of me picking up the public phone dekat blok N and wept like a crazy person over the phone is still freshly imprinted kat dalam otak neh.
Gile loser dulu.
Cry over the phone, I mean public phone.
And who could remember, after exactly 4 years.
I did the same thing when another person broke my heart.
And it was here, in Shah Alam.
To be precise, at TESL square kot.
Time orang tgh ramai.
Boleh plak menangis.
Ingatkan da x loser tp sama jek, lagi loser!
Major loser!
Ok, enough with all the silly memories.
I don't want to begin with your love encounters.
So dear Nur'Ain Mohd Sharom,
Semoga berbahagia sama si botak.
Heh
:))

Time masing-masing tgh mencari cinta.

hahaha

:pp

p.s. Hey I'm back!

[Dear Diary#7]

Hey Diary,
I'm heading home tonight at 9.
I seriously need a vacation and home is where I think I can be at peace.
I will not go online much often because I don't have the connection there.
And I'm thinking to shut my mobile phone off during my presence there.
I will try not to entertain any superfluous text messages or missed calls, so be vigilant if I don't text or reply any of the messages.

p.s. Malas nak kemas!

[Call Me Weirdo#1]

From The Sartorialist

The man in the photo is wearing a legging beneath his short pant. Exactly what I've been thinking to do months ago when I first saw a fashion show, which I have forgotten what was it, introducing men wearing legging but in a more skinny jeans type. 

I did search for legging somewhere around Pyramid to be donned with my short pant which I have folded both end to make it look more edgy. 

Alas, I have not the guts to rock the image because I think Malaysia isn't ready with abrupt changes in its fashion industry. I am not a fashionista because I consider myself opting for a more weird sense of styling. That's my cup of tea.

p.s. Been rummaging through the wardrobe for my teaching practicum's outfit.

[epilogue]

Hey there,This is me.Rebel Yell, remember?

Alas, I'm no rebellious anymore.

I have migrated to this new host, Blogger.

Need a fresh drastic change and new ambience.

So lets start with the title of the blog. Well you see, my previous blog contains rather everything that has happened in my life starting from the year I started penning my thoughts down in it, which was  2007. So it has been 3 years I've been pouring out my feelings, my emotions, my dissatisfaction and so on in the blog. So basically, my entire 3 years are all engraved in the blog, Rebel Yell. So I decided to begin my voyage in this new host. Besides, I'm in the midst of letting go of someone. Letting go needs serious determination, it is no folly. So if I still linger in the bittersweet memories in most of the entries in the blog, don't you think the effort is futile?

Thus, here's the new place. The new medium for me to pen a new chapter of my life, hopefully. When you are determined, you need to show some drastic changes in order to boost your confidence that ''you can actually do this". So here I am, Piece of Me. Drastic and a tad dramatic as well, don't you think?

What's with the title? well if some of you may ask. It just randomly blurted from this medula oblongata of mine that since Rebel Yell pretty much encloses everything, I have no more stories to share. Thus, this is just a piece of broken me, trying to trot and find my way back to the world.

Oh and yes, Adam Arshad is just my pen name, it's not an alter ego or something. Please do excuse me eh?

p.s. A frest start. I can do this!