tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45186869254671068012024-03-13T17:08:59.960-07:00Tha PangsapuriansLoosely based on my life in Malaysia with my 2 housemates... most of it being fiction.CrazySphinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16021330451795743712noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518686925467106801.post-90822974416296494302008-02-27T10:05:00.000-08:002008-03-02T21:08:44.938-08:00"That's a lot of fuckin' time you wasted... it better be worth it"The moon was big, and brighter than ever. Silence, except for the cool gentle breeze blowing. The cloudless blue-black night sky was beautifully decorated with shiny stars, just like dazzling diamonds on a black silk dress. It was peaceful, even crickets and frogs were doing nothing but quietly appreciating the beauty of the night.<br /><br />His windows were open, and all the freshness along with the raw natural beauty and calming peace of the night was coming into his room.<br /><br />He couldn't sleep. There was beauty in his mind, yes. And he knew that because every time he closed his eyes, he saw something of hers: Her lips, her pierced tongue, her short black hair. Yes, she was a beauty, but peace, was something she wasn't bringing Ameeyn. He turned over and closed his eyes; her pretty face, her eyes, so beautiful...<br /><br />It had been two months since the guys of A1-1 split. Udy moved away with his wife, Kay-Z's business was blooming, so he moved to a greener pasture, which left Ameeyn no choice but to move too. He now lives at "Tha house at 410" with two other guys, Abba & Ustaz, each a character on his own.<br /><br />"... come on Jeez I need you here. Talk to me. Tell me what to do", Ameeyn said over the phone. He was talking to Jeez, someone he considered an older version of himself, thus seeks out the answers to all life's questions from her.<br /><br />"Just be yourself"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Really? That is all you have to say? Just be yourself? I'm being myself by calling you... duh!</span><br /><br /></span>"Please... I'm turning into a mess here", he said in a low pitiful voice.<br /><br />"OK... First line of action, get busy."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Busy?</span><br /><br /></span>"U huh?", He was listening.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>"Don't appear desperate and look like you have options even if you don't"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I love it when she gets all psychological.</span><br /><br /></span>"Wow Jeez... You're amazing! I love you", he sounded happy.<br /><br />"Hahaha... Good Luck"<br /><br />It had been four days since Ameeyn's call to Jeez, and he had been very busy, or at least he believed he was. He was on his way home, when he saw her from afar, Ms. Sexy eyes-Pierced tongue, and she was looking prettier than ever. It was at that time that a switch flipped in his head, and for the first time he saw clearly that no amount of busyness was going to take his mind off her.<br /><br />When he reached home, he sat down and thought thoroughly. He had an idea.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">This idea is pretty good.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">"Don't appear desperate and look like you have options even if you don't"</span>, </span>he remembered Jeez's words of wisdom.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">No, its perfect!</span><br /></span><br />He took out his phone and dialed a number.<br /><br />"Hey Sam", he said in his sweetest voice.<br /><br />"Ameeyn... hmm mmm... to what do I owe this?", said a female voice on the other end.<br /><br />"Just a friendly call Sam... friendly... or aren't we friends anymore?"<br /><br />"We haven't talked in over a month Ameeyn, sometimes I find it hard to believe that we actually go to the same school and live less than a mile away. So you tell me... are we still friends?"<br /><br />He felt bad. Sam had always been nice to him. She was sweet and caring... and she was beautiful, which was why he chose her for his master plan.<br /><br />"Ofcuz sweetie... We cool! Totally. It's just school stuff... you know how it is"<br /><br />She wasn't fooled, and he knew it.<br /><br />"What do you want Ameeyn?"<br /><br />He felt like a jerk, ditching a good friend and then running right back to her at this desperate time. Maybe he shouldn't even ask. He closed his eyes; her sexy eyes, her pierced tongue, so beautiful...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Fuck it!</span><br /><br />"Would like you to go somewhere with me", he said in his smoothest voice.<br /><br />"Like a date?"<br /><br />"No... Not really... Kinda... but not exactly"<br /><br />"Are you trying to hook me up with another of your guy friends?"<br /><br />"Oh no... You know I was young then. I'm more open now and I respect your decision. In fact I'm surprised you're bringing this up ."<br /><br />"I'm sorry... But what is it you want Ameeyn? You know you can tell me anything"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Should tell her... Should tell her not... Should tell her... Should tell her not... Tell her...</span><br /><br /></span>"OK... You might think I'm using you as a bait... but look at it as you doing me a really huge favor..."<br /><br />"No biggie... when and where?"<br /><br />"Tomorrow at noon... Starbucks"<br /><br />"So who is she?"<br /><br />"You'll see... and can you wear that super sexy red dress you got?"<br /><br />"It's mid-day at Starbucks Ameeyn, what do you want me to look like, a fuckin' attention whore?"<br /><br />"OK, just put on your sexiest mid-day-at-Starbucks-appropriate dress"<br /><br />"Like I'll wear anything less..."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">When Ameeyn and Sam walked into Starbucks the next day at noon, time froze, or it seemed like it, because every single soul in the coffee shop stopped dead looking at them. Mostly at Sam. She was dressed to kill, and it wont be surprising if she actually killed a couple of relationships that day.<br /><br />They found a table at the corner and sat. Ameeyn was feeling the greatness in the air. Even their coffee was free.<br /><br />"I thought guys only buy girls drinks in bars and clubs", he asked, after taking a sip from his cold Frappuccino.<br /><br />"That depends on the girl", she said with a smile. She knew she was hot.<br /><br />Roughly five minutes later she walked in, Ms. Sexy eyes-Pierced tongue, and headed for the counter. He tried to make eye contact. Failed. He waved. She saw him.<br /><br />She came and sat at their table after her order. Ameeyn was happier than ever. He introduced Ms. Sexy eyes-Pierced tongue to Sam...<br /><br />"... and this is my very close friend Sam"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"That guy is a PIMP!", the guys that bought the coffees thought, and then felt really stupid for buying the coffees after the sad realization.</span><br /><br />The moment couldn't have gone any better for Ameeyn. He was enjoying every second of it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I stalked Ms. Sexy eyes-Pierced tongue perfectly. I did my research and found out which Starbucks she goes to on Thursdays. I've found the most beautiful girl hanging out with me to make me look not desperate and like I have options. Oh I love Jeez! In fact I gotta call her.</span><br /><br /></span>"Excuse me ladies, I gotta go make a call"<br /><br />They both smiled. It seemed everyone was having a good time.<br /><br />Once outside, he dialed Jeez and told her his genius plan, how it was working, and how it was all thanks to her.<br /><br />"That's a lot of fuckin' time you wasted... it better be worth it", she told him, not sharing his Enthusiasm.<br /><br />He walked back in. The girls looked at him at the same time.<br /><br />"You know when you said I should wear the sexiest dress I got, I thought it was one of you silly show off dates... but this?", said Sam. She was really enjoying herself.<br /><br />"Yea... I told you it wont be that bad"<br /><br />"That bad? Are you kidding me? This the best fucking blind date I've ever been on"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">What tha fuck? Blind date?</span><br /><br />"Blind date?"<br /><br />"Yea, and how did you figure out I was gay? I'm sure I never told you?", asked Ms. Sexy eyes-Pierced tongue.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">What tha fuck? Gay?</span><br /><br />"Gay?"<br /><br />"Really Ameeyn I thought you were just a selfish prick who likes using his hot friends to get dates. I'm sorry... really... Thank you", said Sam, and she gave him a hug.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Fuck!</span><br /><br /></span>"You're welcome", he forced a smile. " Anyways ladies I gotta go now... you guys should take your time"<br /><br />He walked out with mixed emotions. He felt really sad and betrayed, but also glad for doing an act of kindness, even if it wasn't intentional, like the little boy who found out Santa did not exist but still found his present neatly placed at d foot of the Christmas tree in the morning regardless.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>CrazySphinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16021330451795743712noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518686925467106801.post-14794091597433646292007-11-01T23:15:00.001-07:002007-11-02T10:29:17.310-07:00When Is More Not Merrier?It's been 15 years since Ameeyn, KayZ and Udy stayed in A1 -1 and a lot has happened to them since then. For example Mubi's daughter is already in Primary six, KayZ hit the jackpot and has moved his family to Vancouver, Udy married his second wife last year, and no one has heard from Ameeyn since his PhD at MIT 10 years ago.<br />But a lot has happened in A1 -1 also. The "Floating candle" incident was the most recent. A chicken's head was found with a diamond ring in its mouth about five years back. And it was there that the madman attacked Labiba and Hadiza while Amina was out shopping just few years after the guys left.<br /><br />A family of five now stay in A1 -1. The parents, two sons and a daughter. They are Portuguese and are on vacation. One day the daughter was left alone in the house and boredom led her into searching the house for anything interesting. A paper sticking out of the couch in the living room caught her eye, and out of curiosity, she read.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">**********<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">**th October, 2007.<br /><br />We had a wild night yesterday, one of the nicest since the boring holidays started. I was so tired when we came back, so I retired to my room. I opened the windows for fresh air and the house directly opposite my window had all their fluorescent lights on and some really crappy music playing at extremely loud. I lay still, praying they'll somehow snap out of the trance they were put under by the douchebag hypnotist. One, Two, Three minutes passed. My prayers weren't answered. I guessed there was no hypnotist, just a bunch of silly people with no respect for their neighbors. So I stood up, put on a towel and walked to my balcony.<br />"Hey!", I shouted to the two girls on the opposite balcony.<br />They didn't answer.<br />"Hey There!"<br />One turned, looked at me and turned around.<br />I was like... What tha fuck?<br />"Hey there!"<br />They turned.<br />"Yes you!"<br />"What?"<br />I was like like... Gal don't gimme attitude, am not in the mood!<br />"Turn that volume the fuck down!"<br />They couldn't believe what they heard.<br />"What?"<br />"Maybe you'd say What a lot less if your crappy music wasn't so loud"<br />They looked at each other. The fair slutty looking one asked,<br />"What's your problem?"<br />"My problem? You are my fucking problem!"<br />They didn't say anything. So I continued,<br />"I had a long day, fucking tired and having a headache, and I came back home just to find what? Lights like a football stadium shining on me and a music so crappy it can... "<br />"... OK! Stop there."<br />They looked at one another and spoke in whatever language is it they spoke. It sounded like an argument.<br />"Are you girls going to argue all night or is someone gonna take care of the fucking lights."<br />"Dude am trying to get you your lights out here so stop being a bitch and shut that fuck up!", said the dark pretty one.<br />My mouth dropped open. I didn't know she could talk like that, as a matter of fact I didn't know any of them could talk like that.<br />"He is not getting a lights out! Who tha fuck does he think he is?", said the fair slutty one.<br />"Bitch am here so stop talking as if am not. I dunno what you're trying to achieve by turning all these lights and dancing on the balcony at three in the morning. Maybe you should think of putting a large sign board that says 'Boyfriend Wanted' instead"<br />She was silent. And after a while she said,<br />"Watever! You can have the bloody lights off, but the music fucking stays!"<br />I shake my head. Bitches! They said something behind my back that I didn't hear, but I didn't care.<br />As I lay down for the second time, I thought what it would be like with any more of them. I'd jump off a building or bleed myself to death I though. And with a smile on my face, I slept.<br /><br />**th October, 2007<br />Just when I thought I had peace, I was awoken by some loud crappy music. Even crappier than last night's. I walked out the balcony to check what's up, and I saw people. Lots of them. And not just any people. The likes of those I had a fight with last night. Hundreds of them!<br />I took my phone and called Mubi.<br />"Who the fuck are these? And what are they doing playing loud music at five in the morning?"<br />"They are new students. A hundred and twenty of them. They just arrived last night..."<br />Fuck!<br />What would it be, Ixora or a razor?<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">**********<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>She turned the page around. There wasn't more. She put her hands deeper into the couch. Nothing. She knew it was a page from someone's journal. Probably someone that lived in the house years ago. But who? She set to find out...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div></div></div>CrazySphinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16021330451795743712noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518686925467106801.post-47661467528600200732007-09-08T08:11:00.000-07:002007-09-09T07:45:00.192-07:00Out of their minds... into their thoughts...<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Long before A-1-1 turned into a girl's camp, something happened. Something BIG... Udy's wedding reception.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">It was Saturday evening, and the guest were arriving at Hotel Theme Park, up at Genting Highlands. People wondered why the couple decided to take the reception up there.</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"This guy is retarded"</span> - Some people thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"People do crazier things for love, so give the guy a break"</span> - Others thought.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">The first to come to the venue, among the close friends was Mubi. He walked into the hall; his girl on one hand and the other waving to people as he passed. He was dressed elegantly in traditional Hausa attire, and was smiling heavily. Some people thought he might have been the groom.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Who the hell does this guy think he is? A fuckin' Groom out-shiner???"</span> - Some people thought.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Wow... If Mubi is dressed like this, Udy's must be off the hook!" </span>- Others thought.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Ameeyn came in next, with Halilu, Habiba and Sumayya. Habiba was Halilu's girl.<br />Halilu's dressing was colourful, and Ameeyn's was maxed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hello... Did someone call a fuckin' clown?!"</span> - Some people thought when they saw Ameeyn.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hey Mr. Peacock! The color extravaganza exhibition is on the other side!"</span> - Others thought when they saw Halilu.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Habiba and Sumayya were dressed casually,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hey you're at a party not a fuckin' cheap-ass picnic" </span>- A few people thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Wow... they are so beautiful, like angels from heaven" </span>- Others thought, and didn't even notice the casual clothes.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">After a couple of people, Kay-Z came in with Asma'u. They dressed to match, so much so that those people who thought Mubi was the groom, now think Kay-Z and Asma'u were infact the married couple.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hhmmm..."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Udy and the bride walked in and the crowd went crazy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Damn Udy is fuckin' lucky... look at that babe!"</span> - A guy near the entrance thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"It's the Bitcht's wedding and she's lookin' dis fucked... I wont wanna imagine her on a normal day"</span> - A girl standing near Mubi thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Wow, never thought I'd see this day come" </span>- Ameeyn thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Asshole..." </span>- The guy who drove Zubaida thought.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">A little while later, Yakubu arrived. He was Sumayya's boyfriend, or something kinda like that. He had a little off-time with Sumayya, so it took a lot of persuasion from Ameeyn to have him come.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">As he stepped in,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh... not him!" </span>- Sumayya thinking.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Wow this guy is so fuckin' cute"</span> - A girl standing next to Asma'u thought.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">After the meal and various toasts from Ameeyn, Kay-Z, Mubi and the bride's people, the dance began. And the couple opened the floor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"What in the name of God are these guys doing"<br /><br />"Owww... Don't they look so cute together"<br /><br />"Get a room guys!"<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Yakubu approached Sumayya for a dance. He wasn't really into dancing, but wanted to give onlookers and haters the illusion that everything was cool with him and Sumayyah.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"What tha fuck does this guy thinks he's doing?"</span> - Summaya thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Wow... this guy must really have some balls"</span> - Habiba thought as she danced with Halilu.<br /><br />"Hey Sumayya care for a dance", Yakubu asked, smiling.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hell No! Are you fucking retarded?!!!"</span> - Sumayya's thought.<br /><br />"No thanks.", she said, trying hard to return the smile.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">He turned and walked away.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Thats my girl!"</span> - Habiba thought.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">On his way out, the girl standing near Asma'u asked him for a dance.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hmm... What tha heck..."</span> - Yakubu thought.<br /><br />"Yeah sure", he said as he took her hand.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh! This guy is so easy... I could fuck him and dump him"</span> - She thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hope as hell Sumayya sees us... wanna make her feel my pain"</span> - Yakubu thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Look at this bitch jumpin' from one guy to another. Does she even know what she fucking wants"</span> - Another girl thought when she saw the girl dancing with Yakubu.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Sumayya saw them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"OMG! He just didn't do that! What else does he do behind my back?"</span> - Sumayya thought.<br /><br />She walked out of the ball room and headed for the reception.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Great! Now how do I get rid of this girl? Wanna go get my girl"</span> - Yakubu thought when he saw Sumayya walk out.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Ewww... He's such a bad dancer. But since he aign't leaving, he must be thinking he'd get lucky..."</span> - The girl dancing with Yakubu thought.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">She smiled.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"...maybe... It's always good to have plan B"</span> - She thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"What's she smiling for? OMG! Hope she doesn't like me already, cuz am so not interested!" </span>- Yakubu thought.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Meanwhile, out in the reception, Ameeyn saw Sumayya.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh! Not again! I gotta tighten the social screws on this girl's brains"</span> - He thought.<br /><br />He walked up to her and asked, "What you doing out here all alone?"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh! Not this guy! Not again! Is he stalking me or something?"</span> - She thought.<br /><br />"Waiting for Habiba. She's coming out now, we gonna go to the rest room", she said.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Bitch Please!!! Don't gimme that Bullshit! I know seeing Yakubu having fun makes you uncomfortable. I think I gotta fix you two myself... Ur little games make me sick!"</span> - Ameeyn though.<br /><br />"Why don't we go back in, and then when she's done, you two can come out together. You're sending the wrong message sitting here all alone", He said smiling and offering his hand.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh see that poor girl trying to get picked up by that clown... He's such a looser!"</span> - The attendant at the reception thought.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">They walked back in, Ameeyn holding Sumayya's hand.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"What tha Fuck?!!! So she didn't dance with me cuz she was going somewhere with him?"</span> - Yakubu thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Motherfucker!!! Anyways am not surprised, this won't be the first time he took his friend's girl"</span> - Habibu thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"... I mean all this while I thought he was on ma side... Ashe the cocksucker wanted my girl"</span> - Yabubu though.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Shege Ameeyn!"</span> - Kay-Z thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"...I mean... Only God knows what they did out there"</span> - Yakubu still thinking.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">**********************************************************<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">"oMG! This guy is fuckin' nuts!"</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> - You are now thinking...</span><br /></div>CrazySphinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16021330451795743712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518686925467106801.post-27765493947328641212007-09-08T08:10:00.000-07:002007-09-08T18:16:19.887-07:0028 Months Later : The Diary of Labiba<span style="font-weight: bold;">12th February, 2010</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Today I, Hadiza and Amina moved into our not-so-new new house.<br />It was apartment A-1-1, at BBP. The landlord is nice, and he said the former tenants, Ameeyn, Udy and Kay-Z, were Nigerians also. I haven't met Ameeyn or Kay-Z, but I met Udy once. Not exactly the meeting I was hoping for.<br />I was going to the finance office to finalize my registration when I saw him in his car. The car was pimped out, and to be honest, I loved it. I heard a lot about him from... you know, news still found a way to come to me even though its just my first week (Damn girl!). So I slowed down my pace and walked close to his side of the car looking at him. When our eyes met, I smiled, but he was just blank. I mean, didn't he see my smile? Was it not big enough? Was he in a bad mood? Anyways, thats how I met Udy.<br />OK, so the house was pretty much clean, so I took the first room, immediately from the main door. Hadiza took the one close to the bathroom, and Amina the other room.<br /><br />Tomorrow is saturday, so we all plan to go to Jusco and get stuff for the house. Farida promised to go with us. She seems really nice, but I don't really trust people like that. But who cares, even if she's not all good, its her last sem, so hopefully, I won't get to put up with her for too long.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">13th February, 2010<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Wow! Our girl's day out was off the fuckin' hook! Shoppin', hot guys hittin' on you and then being updated with the latest gossip, I mean, come-on guys... What more would a girl ask for?</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">I think am gonna like Farida afterall.<br />She came to our place and woke us up. It was 2pm! Damn girl, what tha hell is wrong wif us. Anyways we cleaned up and dressed up really really fast. Everyone was ready at 5pm, so she called this guy to come take us. I can't really remember his name, but he was tall, fair and not too bad looking. It seems he's been here a while, maybe even as long as Farida. Dunno the names of them Malaysian cars yet, but boy, the car he came with was sweet! What's wif me and cars?<br />We ate in Nandos, at Jusco. The guy paid for all of us. I don't like the idea of guys paying everything, but Farida doesn't seem to mind... so what tha heck! We did a lil shopping, then proceeded to Tesco.<br />There, I saw Ameeyn, tall, dark and handsome. He was with another girl, I forgot her name, but Farida said it was his wife, and they've been together for about a year. I didn't know students get married here... Wow! I mean... Its just Wow!<br />Now that I've seen Udy and Ameeyn, I was sooo eager to see Kay-Z. I didn't wanna ask any of the girls, cuz I don't want 'em to have any ideas in their heads.<br />Anyways all these guys in Mahkota kept looking at us. I know we hot and all, but people please... show some respect. About 10 guys came and talked to us, and two were definitely Hot!<br />It was past 8 when we came back, and the guy had to drop something for someone (I didn't care to ask) at UV, and that was when I caught a glimpse of Kay-Z. I mean boy! I wasn't disappointed! He waved at the guy we were with when he came out of the car, but didn't come over to see who was in. Oh God! I sooo wish he did!<br />Anyways we just finished putting the house together now and going to bed any minute from now. I wonder what will happen tomorrow. Kabir will probably call, but what of here? Its Valentines for cryin' out loud... I Need Chocolates!!!<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">14th February, 2010<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">I slept half the day today. And when I finally woke up, I found like 25 Valentines SMS txt msgs from 9ja. I was like Wow... Funny how people just start textin' you outta the blue just cuz you out. Oh my 9ja ppl... I miss you!<br /><br />Anyways I was mostly in all day till about 8pm when the guy from yesterday came and wanted to take all of us out. I didn't know what was on his bloody mind but what tha heck, I had nothing better doing so I tagged along.<br /><br />At the gas station, I saw this really sweet car (yeah cars again... deal with it) and in tryin' to look closer, I noticed this chic inside. I didn't really pay any attention to her cuz it was the car I liked not her (God! Now I wish I had seen the face of the bitch). The guy finished fueling, went in and started his engines. It was when he came to pass by us that I noticed who it was. Kay - Z!<br /><br />So outta reflex, I said "Is that Kay-Z's car?". And the guy with us was like, " No, what made you think so?" And I was thinking to myself, hello dumbo, I just saw him in the fuckin' car, why do you think I thot so? But I said "Cuz I just saw him in the car". "No he wasn't", came the guy. Then who tha fuck is it? "Then who was it?", I asked. "Its Ameeyn". What </span> tha Fuck??? "<span style="font-style: italic;">Isn't Ameeyn married?", I was confused. "No, Udy is".<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Jesus fuckin' christ!! I mixed them all up! </span>CrazySphinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16021330451795743712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518686925467106801.post-60489470636948736282007-08-22T14:36:00.000-07:002007-08-22T20:07:02.385-07:00Sex and the City ... without the SexIt was a cool saturday night, two month after Ameeyn said "Hello" to Udy's (little) friend, who turned out to be from Botswana, and "The Guys" decided to go to the club and shake some stress off.<br /><br />At 10:30pm, Ameeyn, KayZ and Udy were all seated in Mubi's car, a silver Gen-2, waiting for him to come and drive them off to the club. Ten minutes, and nearly a hundred complains later from Udy, Mubi came, and they were on their way.<br /><br />"Am not really into this club thing...", came Ameeyn, who only came because everybody was going. "I just came cuz I didn't wanna stay home alone"<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Kai dai fadi gaskiya...</span>",came Mubi, "We all know you going because Zubaida is"<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Haba Da Allah</span>, everyone knows nothing is happening between us", Ameeyn said in defence.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Kar ka raina mana wayo mana</span>, you definitely have a thing for her", said Mubi again, taking his eyes off the road to look at Udy, who was beside him in the passengers seat, as if expecting an approval.<br /><br />Udy on the other hand said, "Come on, give the guy a break. Or are you jealous?"<br /><br />"Jealous? Jealous ma ass!", said Mubi, looking serious. "Don't you know that I met her and got close to her before he did. If I'd wanted her, I would have gotten her."<br /><br />"Mubi this doesn't call for violence", came Kay-Z who had been silent the whole time. Everyone laughed, because he was imitating Udy's voice. "<span style="font-style: italic;">Mun yarda</span>"<br /><br />"Whatever <span style="font-style: italic;">dai</span>, I just want him know that if I'd wanted her, I would have gotten her. He aign't better than me"<br /><br />"Hey, Hey, Hey, stop talking about me in third person as if am invisible or something", said Ameeyn, who was starting to get pissed with the conversation. "And please, stop acting like a jerk, <span style="font-style: italic;">mun ji baka son ta, mun gane</span> ". All the guys laughed, and Mubi felt defeated. So he was planning to get back at Ameeyn.<br /><br />Five minutes later, they were at Sunshine, a club they frequent, but they were not alone. Half the Nigerian folks in Melaka were all there, with the exception of Zubaida, who for some reason, didn't show up as she promised. This was the perfect audience Mubi needed to get back at Ameeyn. So he put on a mischievous smile, turned to get the attention of the entire "ears and mouths" of "Nigerians in Melaka" and said it. Everyone, including the bouncers of the club was laughing, with the exception of Ameeyn, who knew he was fucked, because with the people present there, writing the story in the papers or announcing it over the radio won't get as much audience as the people there would.<br /><br />He went and sat down on a bench overlooking the beach and started thinking deeply. <span style="font-style: italic;">What Mubi said had an element of truth in it, </span>He told himself. <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't lie to yourself Ameeyn</span>, his other part said, <span style="font-style: italic;">its all true. But am too smart to be that guy</span>, he further thought. <span style="font-style: italic;">That's what Zeminsky said before he was dumped</span>, another part of him said. <span style="font-style: italic;">Who the hell is Zeminsky?</span> He asked himself. Then he realized, he had no idea, he just made it up.<br /><br />Meanwhile, inside the club, Khalil was drunk and having a fight with one of the Bouncers, and Udy and Kay-Z were trying to get him out of the club before anyone got hurt, or worse, got shot. Hopefully, No one got shot.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">**********<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> The guys were back home and all in the sitting room. KayZ was seated on the two seater with Asma'u attending to his broken lips from the fight in the club. Udy was on the three seater with Catie, the girl he introduced Ameeyn to two months back, and she was caressing his Cigar branded arm, also from the club fight. With their two butts on the three seater, it looked more like a one and a half seater... well, mostly because of her's. Ameeyn on the other hand was seated on the one seater, with no one to tender his shattered image and totally bruised ego. <span style="font-style: italic;">Probably because I didn't get it from the club fight</span>, he thought.<br /><br />"Why are you so quite today?", Asma'u asked Ameeyn, who knew him to be quite a sweet talker.<br /><br />"He had a lil feud with Mubi", came Udy, even before Ameeyn opened his mouth.<br /><br />"What happened?", She asked, whether out of concerned, or an ear for gossip, it wasn't quite clear.<br /><br />"Mubi said that Ameeyn and Zubaida's relationship is like...", started KayZ, and then he looked at Udy. A mischievous smile crossed both their faces, like the one Mubi had in the club. "Skipper and Miranda's from the first season on Sex and the City - without the sex"<br /></div></div>CrazySphinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16021330451795743712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518686925467106801.post-32338452771947502582007-08-20T08:26:00.000-07:002007-08-20T12:50:56.175-07:00Say Hello To My (Little) Friend...Long before Kazma'u's photo shoot, or Abaida's reluctant dance; even before any of the members of C - G - 5 set foot in C - G - 5, something came to PPB. Well people actually. People 150 in number... The Botswana.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> **********<br /></div><br />It was a normal night. The guys of A - 1 - 1 were all in the sitting room watching TV and just having a chain of small talk. Just then, Mu'azzam came in. He was smiling, and had a look on his face. The guys saw it, and knew immediately what it meant: Mu'azzam had got some news.<br />Ameeyn looked at him, mirrored his smile, and said "OK... Update us". This might sound mean, or rude, considering it was the first and only thing he said to Mu'azzam, but when it comes to Mu'azzam and his news, or "update" as he liked to call it, you can call him a bastard, call his dad an alcoholic, his mom a whore, even tell him to go fuck himself, and he'd still update you, after which he might get into a fight with you, depending on what you called him initially. Mu'azzam always tells his news the moment he gets it, doesn't matter to whom. As the story goes, there was a time he updated someone, not knowing he was in fact talking to the guy in his update.<br />"Did you guys see the Botswana that came?", Mu'azzam said as he found a seat and put his butt down, probably for the first in the day. "They are over 500!"<br /><br />"WHOA! WHOA! Mu'azzam relax..." said Mubi, "...I heard they're just 150"<br /><br />"Well even 150 is huge...", replied Mu'azzam, sounding disappointed because he was not the first person to update the guys."...And do you know that the majority of them are girls?", picking up his enthusiasm again, this time hoping he would actually succeed in updating.<br /><br />"The ladies aren't even pretty", came Mubi again, "And I heard <span style="font-style: italic;">'yan kauye ne ma</span>"<br /><br />"Well I saw some guys earlier today...", started Ameeyn "...they looked annoyingly overdressed. Didn't see any ladies though"<br /><br />"Yeah... the guys are feeling like they are in America or something, <span style="font-style: italic;">wai su sun zo yankee</span>", Udy said, for the first time. "I'll definitely not get along with those kinda guys"<br /><br />"You know what, I would never go out with any of the girls", said Mubi, looking really serious.<br /><br />"Why is that?",Ameeyn asked, totally cluesless.<br /><br />"How can I go out with a <span style="font-style: italic;">Bakauyiya.</span>.. I'd have to teach her everything, and she'd disgrace me in public, I can't leave with that you know", he came.<br /><br />"You don't even know them, why the sudden prejudice?", Ameeyn came in defense again.<br /><br />"Ameeyn whats your problem? If you wanna go out with them, then go ahead... <span style="font-style: italic;">babu wanda zai hana ka"</span>, it was Udy coming in Mubi's defense, which was very logical because at that time they were best of pals.<br /><br />"No. No. No. I didn't say I was gonna... Am just saying...", and he stopped there. That was what Ameeyn always said when he had no point in an argument. "So you're not dating them too?", he was looking at Udy this time.<br /><br />"NEVER... <span style="font-style: italic;">sai kace wawa</span>"<br /><br />"And you Kay Z?"<br /><br />"You know me, if she's not <span style="font-style: italic;">tight</span>, then she's not mine", they all laughed at Kay-Z's statement. It was the first time he said anything since Mu'azzam came, and he said it in his style. Maybe that was why they called him Kay-Z, because of his flows like the rapper Jay - Z, who happened to be his favorite.<br /><br />They spent the rest of the night talking about future plans and ambitions, non of which contained any Motswana.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> **********<br /></div><br />10 months later, seated in front of Block C was Kay-Z, looking at a balcony in block D full of girls . A few metres away by the gate, was Mubi in a car admiring every girl that passed, wishing... Well, just wishing. Even closer, inside a room in block A, Udy was sitting on his bed, with a pretty girl beside him. At that moment, Ameeyn came into the room. Udy beemed at him with excitement, the kind Mu'azzam carried 10 months ago, and said,<br /><br />"Ameeyn, say Hello to my (little) friend"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">... The Girls were all Botswana!</span>CrazySphinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16021330451795743712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518686925467106801.post-14698660605504153462007-08-17T23:10:00.000-07:002007-08-20T08:49:22.078-07:00Welcome To C - 1 - 6 ... Let the Magic Whisk You AwayObi hustled all week, gathering money for his send-off party. Normally, his friends were suppose to be the ones to organize the party. So now that the guy is hustling for Ringitts to make his own party, you'd know immediately that there's a problem somewhere.<br />Later that night, his hustling paid off. There was loud music, drinks and beer for everyone: All the ingredients for a normal party. People started coming around midnight, and before long, the whole of C-1-6 was booming with all sorts of people, mostly Nigerians, Botswana, and a few of his other international friends. The party started, and before long, everybody was dancing and having fun.<br />Somewhere in the crowd, seated between two drunk guys, was a light skinned guy. He seemed shy, and totally uncomfortable. He was not tall, and not bad looking either. He was casually dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, and was thinking of the best way to get the hell out of the party. Meet Ameeyn.<br />Not too far away from Ameeyn, was a guy dressed for anything but a party. He was a little older than Ameeyn, and definitely not bad looking either. At that moment, he was complaining on how much the DJ sucked. There was a flash, and he turned and gave the person that just took his picture a piss-me-off-and-i'll-kick-your-ass kind of look. Meet Udy.<br />Outside the apartment, seated near the sidewalk was another guy. His dressing was neat, and at first glance, you could tell that he's either an only child or the youngest in his family. He still had something that looked like baby-fat on his face, and some girls find that adorable, or cute to say the least. He was alone at that moment, and a lot was going through his mind. Meet Kay-Z.<br />The party was half way through when Ameeyn finally decided to leave. Just as he was making his way through the crowd, a hand caught him.<br />"Hey Ameeyn, was looking all over for you. Care for a dance?", said a girl with looks somewhere between cute and super hot. She had a smile. A really nice one. She was tall, for a girl, and had a nice body. Ameeyn had met her once or twice before then, her name was Zubaida.<br />"Err... OK.", he replied, not wanting to blow her away, but being fully aware that he'd take the "Worst-dance" Award home that night should he dare step on the dance floor.<br />Just then, a guy full with energy came in. His physique was somewhere between slim and chubby, and he was dressed so casual you'd think he just came back from a stroll in his garden. He was smiling, and he's one of those guys that you think can never get mad at anything. Meet Mubi. He was the guy Zubaida has been with since she came to Malaysia almost a month before, and as it is in any community, gossip was flying around that they were in fact dating.<br />Mubi pulled Zubaida away, and Ameeyn couldn't go out anymore because of the promise he made Zubaida; atleast that's what he told himself. But deep down, he didn't leave because he might be feeling something for her.<br />Minutes later, Zubaida came back, took Ameeyn's hand and led him to the dance floor. All that was going through his head was how much of a wuss he was to be led around by her like that. Less that a minute into the dance, there was a flash, like the one with Udy. And that was Ameeyn's first photo with Zubaida.<br />As the three guys left C -1 - 6, and made their way back to their place, Kay-Z and Udy had Ameeyn on the spot. They kept teasing him of how much he liked Zubaida, and how perfect they would be. At that time, all that was going on in his head was how not-to-screw-up with her... nothing else mattered.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"> In front of block A, was a car, two guys and a girl. One of the guys was new, so was the girl. The other guy was to say the least, the Nigerian mascot, at least to the Arabs. The other guy was tall and reasonably huge. He carried himself with importance and was sympathetic to all that he deemed lower than him, which in his case, was almost everyone. The girl looked shy. She was what Hollywood would call chubby, but other people knew as full figured. She had the most innocent look, and as the saying goes, if its too good to be true, then it probably is. Meet El-Sox, Sani and Asma'u!<br /></div> At 4am, the guys locked the door to A - 1 -1, their apartment, and said goodnight to one another. Ameeyn went to bed, not knowing what the future held for him and Zubaida.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">**********<br /></div><br />Roughly 6 months later, at a party, there was another flash on the dance floor at C - 1 - 6. Only this time, it wasn't Ameeyn and Zubaida. It was Kay-Z and Asma'u's first picture...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">... Welcome to C - 1 -6, let the magic whisk you Away...</span><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>CrazySphinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16021330451795743712noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518686925467106801.post-27797882010336995462007-08-16T06:46:00.000-07:002007-08-16T11:40:10.617-07:00The Pangsapurians: DedicationI dedicate this work...<br />... to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Ahmed</span>, for constantly teasing <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">UDY</span> and making his life a hell...<br />... to <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">UDY</span>, for his hobby of making fun of <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">KAY-Z</span>...<br />... to<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">KAY-Z</span></span>, for thinking less and being happy for a change...<br />... to "The House of Basori", and all its people, for being<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">OUR</span></span> number 1 hangout...<br />... to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Husna, Yacine, Yana & Binta</span>, for being part of <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">OUR</span> </span>lives...<br />... to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Mubi</span>, for being the housemate <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">WE</span> never had...<br />... to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Muri</span>, and members of his Masion, for the friendship <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">WE</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">shared</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"></span>...<br />... to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Gajibo</span>, for the pleasure of being mistaken for <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">ME</span>...<br />... to all the internationals in all the Pangsapuris across Malaysia ...<br />and finally to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Jidda</span>, for showing <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">ME</span> this side of life, experienced by few!<br /><br />Thank you everyone, and hope you enjoy my work.CrazySphinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16021330451795743712noreply@blogger.com2