Hello Goodbye KL Mwahs!

I think I'm stuck here again.
Please no staring - sigh.
I forgot my shoes-shit.
Too late- I gotta run anyway.
Damn it’s raining.
I shivered violently and my pace starts to slow down.
Finally made my way home away from all that racket.

I look out the window.

Hello KL I am a mountain near the highlands.

God, at times like this I wish I was insomniac.
Maybe I should disguise the sleeping pills.

Hello KL.

Thank you for the rain and haze.
It was short and very brief.
I like you anyway.

Berpijaklah di bumi yang nyata. kot.

Although it has not been
decided yet,
but it is crystal clear
that what others
have said,
portrayed a brilliant
picture of what
is needed and what is
not, therefore
it should be expected
to some extent
the level of
inappropriateness of
today's world's
social norms.
A reminder -
You might want to
rethink your decision
especially when you
have said:
"Sure. I'll help you"

a gift of mockery i should thank for

it is indeed undeniably thoughful of you
that i had roses first thing in the morning of
my birth day
for roses were beautiful especially those
red blooming ones from you
while a single petal means a lot
what more a bouquet from the dearest
warmth of your heart
wrapped with silky white papier with that
little cute angel doll in the middle
it was just sweet
and it had a hand-written wish card
filled with words deep down from
your kind-hearted gentle soul
i must say
it was all really sweet

even so
if you must know
and i am sure that i have told you so
that i sincerely never and never will like
roses
for they were the ones who caused the
misery i had since the time i was four
where i witnessed the tragedy - my parents
got hit by a truck near the national park
as i, was playing in the nearby, garden of roses

p/s: again, thank you for the roses and maybe you could
take me to the national park next year, on my birth day

by Presidento

Lady of the big house

She is in a position where she felt everything has been taken away from her. She refuses to eat anything and doesn't have the energy to do anything. She feels like her spirit and beauty is taken away from her soul. She looks at her reflection in the mirror and she doesn't see herself. She's desperate to get back what she had before. The person she saw in the mirror was a stranger. Angered, she took the mirror, sprung it in the air and smash it on the floor. She then grabbed the glass with her bare hands. Her scream woke everyone up that night. She wouldn't stop screaming so we had to grab her hands and force her to let go of the broken mirror. She resisted and fought with all her might and she said furiously and crying at the same time, " I told her not to touch what is mine! Now everything I've worked for is gone!".

"Look at me! Look at what she's done to me!", she screams at us. We were confused that night. To us, she looked just the same. Her small fragile frame, her long beautiful black hair and her face - flawless and she was no different than how we saw her the first time before she was ill. Now both her palms are covered in blood. The maid tried to wrap her hands with a cloth to stop the bleed. She looks at her in disappointment and told us all that its no use to stop the bleeding now. She'd rather die, she whispers weakly. She won't stop saying that she's lost everything.

We waited for her. We wait for her to calm down.

"Take me to the bathroom" she said. We carry her slowly to her en suite bathroom. She ordered Hannah and I to accompany her inside while the rest waited in fear outside. Most of us were afraid of her. She kept herself very private usually. Neither of us have ever had any proper conversation with her. We only do our daily chores and did what our superiors asks us to do for her. This was our first time all seven of us were there in the same room with her.

She asked Hannah to ready the tub with hot water and salt. "Light the candles!" she ordered me. After everything is settled she asked us to leave her in the room and reminded us to tell the rest to go back to sleep. We hesitated at first, but that was an order. She is the master of the house and to do what is told was our pledge. I knew what she wanted to do. I saw her taking out the bottles from the locked cupboard. I couldn't stop her. I wish I could.

Neither of us could sleep that night. We waited quietly in our beds. Waiting for the sun to rise so that we can have a reason to go into her room. I was the first to wake that morning to ring the bell like I always do. Then I rushed to her room to check on her. Everyone was there by then. She lays on her bed. Tucked in neatly. Empty bottles on her side table. She's no longer breathing Hannah whispers.

By Ms Chaya

The theory of Karma

"We are the heirs of our own actions." -Buddha



I've read a few of the various interpretations of these karmic justice and it made me dizzy. I will stil look at it as what the Americans say, "What goes around comes around..". The vibe of so many people believing in this theory is so strong that it has been made into songs, i.e. J.Timberlake and Alicia Keys.

"You know, whatever deed they do now (good or bad) they will repay later. It's karma" , Ms Chaya.

I know life provide chances. Does it have to involve chances taking advantage of someone's vulnurability?

by Ms Chaya

Happy Graduation Presidento!

Image from imgfave

Today is Presidento's graduation. I'm so proud of him but unfortunately, I couldn't make it to his graduation *sad*. Anyway, congratulations on your convocation Presidento! Looking forward to more of your brilliant entries. Hope you tell us all about your great day soon!

Feeling enlightened,

Ms Chaya

Monday kebaya thoughts

Heart, feelings and emotions - if only it can be calculated.



It wouldn't make this world any better though. Maybe it could justify to someone how much you love them, how much they hate it when you fight because of money, how much they hate that "babi hutan", how many times they miss you and how much they miss you, how they really appriciates the little things you do just to make them happy.. i like this quote..


At least I know who I can't live without. *feeling blessed!*

by Ms. Chaya

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as i was reading..

yesterday, there was this ad on the newspaper promoting the idea of 1Mas (Yah. the new thing in town). it tries to send a message to malaysians that we are all like ABC - made up of different and variety of stuff, blend in together in a bowl - to make a splendid ABC that everybody loves. well, i wouldn't disagree on the 'variety and blend' idea, but to say that everybody loves it? hmm...think again. ABC is made up of ice which also means that it is cold. and to some, they cannot take ABC or ice cream or anything that is too cold (that explains why they have Sensodyne in stores). My point is, to say that something is like something, is truely not an easy task. a good research must be carried out on the issue being proposed. the effort is there, but please..be realistic. ABC is made up of so many ingredients and all of them are totally different in shape and colour. i (a little tiny miny dot on this land), would prefer visitors from other countries to see the citizens of this country in one colour. and not in variety. we live as one. therefore we should be recognised as one. not as ABC.

by Presidento

Mellow yellow monday thoughts

by Ms Chaya

There should be a reason to why a certain person acts a certain way. I like to think that way most of the time and when my mood goes away I just ignore - simple.

Today's monday is different. I feel something changing and I can't ask my brain to not think about it. Could it be that I'm wearing yellow? Maybe.

I went to a wedding yesterday. It was a beautiful day, beautiful bride and groom and a typical malay wedding. Just one thought though, why do malay couples get married young? By young I mean just graduated, got a first job, barely can support oneself and let alone a family!

Some of their reply was : family force them to get married (tak bagus couple lama-lama nanti tak sedap dipandang orang) and some say they've found the one (ok that one I can't argue).

Malay culture and habits have always been dependant on what others would think. So does this mean that there are people out there who marry young just to justify how people would look on them? Have they ever thought about how they're going to pay for the loan they took for the wedding? (Maybe their rich parents are paying eh?) What about how many kids they plan to have and the money to support the child's needs and education? (Why need planning? My wife can take care of them!) and the best part that I always hear ; "Dear, you don't have to work just quit your job and take care of the family after we get married." Lovely!

Can someone please justify my thoughts and comment on this?




pic taken from here.

among the 9 things you should know when you are at a prom

Fred: ..but you told me Lisa is not coming tonight
Bill: well…yahh..that’s what SHE told me. (surprised)
Fred: then..then.. what are we gonna do now?
Bill: Don’t ask me. You’re the one freaking out. Chill dude.

(Lisa walks towards them)

Fred: Oh My God! Bill..here she comes. You gotta help me. Seriously.
Bill: Ok. Come close. Now. I want you to dance with me.
Fred: What?? I’m not gonna dance with you!
Bill: Just hurry. I’m trying to help you.
(Bill embraces Fred and put his hand on Fred’s waist – pretending to dance)

Lisa: Hi guys. Ahh..So, you guys dance together? I didn’t know boys dance with boys. (giggled)
Bill: Well..No actually. I’m helping Fred practising his moves. He says that he wants to ask you to dance with him. (upon hearing this, Fred immediately steps on Bill’s foot *ngaa*)
Lisa: Oh..really? How sweet is that. Hi Fred. How you doing tonight?
Fred: Ermm..err…I’m ok.
Lisa: So, I heard you were practising your dance moves. Would you mind showing me some of them?
Fred: Err..NO..no.. I mean…Yess… Sure.. I was practising my moves. And now I will show it to you. Come Bill. Dance with me.
Bill: (what??!)

And the evening ends with Fred dancing with Bill. Cute.

Lesson 1: Never try to help an idiot friend of yours. You’ll end up an idiot as well.
Lesson 2: You show a girl your dance moves by dancing with THEM. Not with another guy!

by Presidento

Azrin's story 1

Azrin just finished his football practice. Usually after his training session, Azrin would join the rest of the team for some teh-tarik at Ali Maju Bistro. But it seems like today isn’t going to be like every other day; Azrin grabbed his Three-Stripes sports bag and his tumbler and went off. Well, actually, none of his friends noticed that he did not join them that evening. Who cares anyway. So he drove his brand-new-maroon-1.6 (oh ya..plus the 5 Zigen metallic sport rim) Satria Neo and headed home. I wouldn’t want to talk about his driving as one can hardly breathe while Azrin’s hands are on the steering wheel.

He noticed a Pantai Medical ambulance followed by another medical vehicle was speeding from the other side of the road as he reached his housing area. Hm. That’s rare. Minutes later, he was already entering his apartment's security post and he could see dozens of cars and a very large crowd of people at the entrance of his block. Oh dear. Looks like I just have to struggle myself between them to get through. He thought. He walked from his parking spot towards the crowd and as he reaches there, he heard voices shouting his name, Hey its Azrin. Its Azrin lah. He’s back already. Everyone. Move. Move. All the noise suddenly turned into a pasar lelong ‘selling’ his name. Azrin. Azrin. Everyone. Azrin. I didn’t know I was this famous in the neighbourhood. He fled off as he saw an opening at the end of the crowd.

Now, standing in front of his apartment’s door, Azrin couldn’t believe his eyes. He was speechless and he could barely feel his legs. What….the…hel….

by Presidento

Spy dreaming

I've been thinking about this one thing in my head all morning! And the best part is; when I want to write about it, the zeal just disappeared.

I wish I'm a sexy spy working undercover for some secret agency. Unfortunately, the only thing undercover is my dream of doing the things i like and by now its become rusty. I'm at work now and I'll check back tonight then.

Dreams of becoming a spy,
Ms Chaya

To those who call themselves Malaysian

It is obscene to say that this country is not developing. However, one must remember that development, or effective development to be more precise, does not happen in a day or two neither in fifty-two years time. We will need a lot of shared pain and tears to achieve this (with all due respect: shared). Hence, as one of the entities that propagate this rather small piece of land, please do not ask for any development if you think that you have not shed any tears or spilled any precious blood of yours (I mean on this land). It is generally assume and it is most rightful to presume that everyone bears the responsibility to bring up this land together - Put aside the differences that we have. And just for the record - Is there such thing as ‘differences’ when one is actually striving for ‘equality’? Enlighten me, please.

Despite all the on-going issues (evolving faster than we thought it would), it is feasible to say that we are, currently, still able to feast upon the best ribs in the world – even though one hates it. That’s the truth. Eat it. Even so, try asking a guy on the street “Sir, do you think our country is peaceful?”…“Dunno”. So, to think of it, if you can’t really tell between what makes a peaceful country and an un-peaceful one – Kill yourself (not that I’m encouraging suicide activities but, yah. Beat it).

Talk about integration and the current government’s policy on national unity: Practice them. And don’t just keep ‘em on papers. Sad to say, in this country, everything has to be visible. One must ensure that his or her effort is never ever implicit. It has to be plicit. Not for any recognition or awards or anything, but just to tell others that Yes, I did my work.

And I would like to share what Napoleon once said which is (to me) undeniably true, “If you want a thing done well, do it yourself”.

by Presidento

Wiseman he is..

After more than 50 years of independence, Malaysians can easily be described with this one-liner from the Great Gandhi. Oh, he's good. Believe me. and this was what he said after having a glass of plain water at Sri Maniam's place:

Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes

By Presidento

Now Open!

Hello everyone..

Thanks for dropping by our page! We would very much appreciate your feedback *smiles*. Briefly, this blog "theyuchronicles" is run by these two dots :

Ms Chaya runs the 'dimanakah' blog before and now dah berhenti. She claims that she's found what she's been looking for (yeay! good for her). She's very passionate about art & design, has a very 'in-your-face' sense of humor and you can easily bribe her with coffee *laughs!* Ms Chaya is currently working in the real estate line doing some research stuff for a property consultant firm in KL.

Presidento is a very intelligent manly man and a master of words (*psst* He's a linguist la..). He possess a great sense of humor and very much addicted to Friends the tv series *laughs*! You can find him lepaking at cozy couches on weekends with his fav caramel frapp and that mocha java chip thingie.. lovely!




Stay tuned you guyz and gals!

Yours truly,









(theyuchronicles)