Finally got the chance to watch Ayat-ayat Cinta on TV3 (or was it TV9?) although the DVD were always there in the rack. Anyways, in the tradition of movie made based on a novel, there had to be changes all over the place to fit into the two hour viewing pleasures or otherwise we’ll have to wait for two days for the ending. My advice to those who happened to be into it, go read the book, much much better perspective. So, what do I think about it? Being an emotional person myself, I had to shed a tear or two, well; there are few moments worth being teary about and ponder upon. This kind of movie always made me INSAF for a while, made me wonder if there will ever be a FAHRI for me out there (although there are few things I can’t agree with J) and will I ever be as close as AIshah being the bigger person? Mmm…
And while watching that, I was also preparing for tomorrow’s makan-makan with close friends with mommy and Siti, Siti is the mastermind anyway. I just went along with it. Why? Not that I am not a good hostess. One thing that I will never be excited about is the idea of cooking! I just am too lazy ok, not lazy, well, I am just not into it (just like guys can be NOT INTO IT sometimes). I can help with the preparations or tidying up, but cooking, I am just… uninterested. So, what will that make me? I wonder sometimes if that a reason God haven’t found a Jodoh for me, you know, human nature… bla… bla… men will like to marry someone who can cook ya? take care of their food etc. *sigh* And there was a question, “dah tu kalau hang suka satu2 makanan tu takkan tak nak belajar membuatnya?” Well, I can buy it right? Or pay someone to do it for me? I do cook a little bit though; sometime in a blue moon; when I Really, Really into it. Rarely, but I tried and will try it again, just don’t push me… please…
Then again, maybe it’s just me.
Perhaps I do need a pusher, not the illegal kind, the motivational kind. Believe me when I said (as you were being told more than once), I am the most DEMOTIVATED person in my world at least. I am still waiting for the day; I got inspired and eventually do something about it. It will be more amazing if one particular individual can find their way to my miserable so-called personality and change that about me.
And while watching that, I was also preparing for tomorrow’s makan-makan with close friends with mommy and Siti, Siti is the mastermind anyway. I just went along with it. Why? Not that I am not a good hostess. One thing that I will never be excited about is the idea of cooking! I just am too lazy ok, not lazy, well, I am just not into it (just like guys can be NOT INTO IT sometimes). I can help with the preparations or tidying up, but cooking, I am just… uninterested. So, what will that make me? I wonder sometimes if that a reason God haven’t found a Jodoh for me, you know, human nature… bla… bla… men will like to marry someone who can cook ya? take care of their food etc. *sigh* And there was a question, “dah tu kalau hang suka satu2 makanan tu takkan tak nak belajar membuatnya?” Well, I can buy it right? Or pay someone to do it for me? I do cook a little bit though; sometime in a blue moon; when I Really, Really into it. Rarely, but I tried and will try it again, just don’t push me… please…
Then again, maybe it’s just me.
Perhaps I do need a pusher, not the illegal kind, the motivational kind. Believe me when I said (as you were being told more than once), I am the most DEMOTIVATED person in my world at least. I am still waiting for the day; I got inspired and eventually do something about it. It will be more amazing if one particular individual can find their way to my miserable so-called personality and change that about me.
2 comments:
i do hope we will find our fahri someday.. insyaAllah..
hmmm.. i used to feel that way too... ( regarding the cooking part, i'm damn malas too) heheh....
i do cooking nowadays mostly motivated by my child.. that's what inspire me i guess...
maybe u will find your motivator in some other kind or wat eva suits u.... hopefully soon... :-)
cheers!
-ADRA-
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