melepak is probably the most favourite thing to do with my friends. why? because we are allowed to speak our mind and tell people what we think in a less pressured surrounding. people don't talk the way they do during the 'lepaking' time.
in class, sometimes we can't really express what we want to say. there exists hundreds of other factors such as intimidating classmates, lecturers and the threat of being condemned and made fun of everytime you say something. melepak allows you to relax. no teachers, no strangers of whom you are scared of - just plain nice friends whom you're so dead comfortable with that when you curse her, she wouldn't mind at all.
some pictures of me lepaking.... haha, some indeed...
Me at Dome Cafe, KLCC, melepak with MJ
from right - wafi, wafi's friend, MJ, me - kedai mamak Hakim, Sek 7
Me & Fazlan, Coffee Bean at the Curve - melepak with d gang
after trip to IKEA
Me, Nadzi & Te'ah - Kedai Mamak Mirasaa, Sek 9
From right - MJ, me & Nat-sie - Oldtown Kopitiam, Sek 9
MJ, Fazlan & Me - Oldtown Kopitiam, Sek 9
Me yawning at Uptown food stall
[pic unfairly photoshopped by MJ]
now that i pile up my lepaking pics together....whoah, i do lepak a lot! hahaha
we were brought up to believe that melepak is a bad thing, a poison of society. how lambasted could that be?
it depends on the 'lepaking' group of course - what do they talk of when they hang out. lambasted people would, of course, talk about lambasted stuff and not-so-lambasted people would opt for a less-lambasted topic for conversation while having a nice cup of coffee and toast. when you are in a comfie mode, the atmosphere would instantly provide you with some ideas to talk of.
what do i usually talk about with my lepaking friends? lots of variety of stuffs, i can tell. being in our stage of entrance towards adulthood [but still not yet an adult], of course relationships would be the predominant topic. for those who are head over heels in love with their boyfriend/girlfriend, it would be hugely advisable not to mingle with us. the main reason being our main axis of concious are too realistic already. we don't believe in all those lovey-dovey shits anymore. girlfriends with probs come to us in order to get a totally different opinion - it is usually hurtful but true... and no, this is not an advertisement. we do not provide consultation. haha, even though we have our own Dr Love in the form of MJ.
family would be the second most talked about topic. to tell you the truth, every single living mechanism has family probs. it doesn't matter anymore if you consider yourself having a stable or broken family. based on what i've seen, some people are happier in a broken family compared to those in stable ones. when we have probs with our parents or siblings, who do we turn to? FRIENDS! who else? tell your siblings? they're going to judge you. tell your parents? like seriously, what can they tell or advise you? "Ruby, just focus on your study. you can do it." yes abah, i know you meant well but my study would be the last thing to comfort me when i have emotional struggles.
third topic - university life of course. being an extremely dedicated lepaker and one lousy student who has to haul her ass up to class every single day, i am prone to the gossips around me. we frown and laugh at them. whether they're true or not, it really doesn't matter as long as they're interesting enough. we don't care about other people's lives, we don't care about the circulating rumours being real or not - we just want something to talk about. that is, ladies and gentlemen, the fugly truth.
we do voice our opinion concerning the matter but we ourselves very well know that, at the end of the day, we have our own lives to worry about rather than busying ourselves with other people's matters. the opinions come automatically from our sentiments. we would know ourselves better with it. can we live with this problem and yada yada yada? how would we feel if we have the same struggle? do we have the same stand as the people being talked about?
for example, the homosexuality rumours. this certain person is gay yada yada yada. for me, it is not that shocking anymore. perhaps because i'm a liberal myself when it comes to this matter. you're gay, cool. what difference does it make? finding boyfriends is hard enough for girls, would it be different for you guys? it would even put us on the same hopeless never-ending search. *sigh*
thank God for me, my fellow lepakers are open minded, very. at first, they were shocked and a bit surprised upon joining the discussions we usually have, some of them quite radical and unthinkable - just the other day, we talked about pregnancy [my friend Nat wishes to have 11 children, ELEVEN, people! - and the Ceasarian section. which one would hurt most? as for me, i never worry. not that i don't want to get pregnant n stuff, just that i'm not planning to marry, which happens to be a pre-requisite condition if you want to be a legally and socially recognized pregnant female in Malaysia. haifaa at first was quite taken aback by our topic of discussion, but she joined it anyway and even explained to us some of the medical part during the delivery of the baby. we did not talk about the beauty of being pregnant but the HORRIFIC part of it. hahaha, still, i can't remember how the hell a group of four girls could divert into such topic during lunch at the campus cafeteria... still makes me laugh up to this day...
these are among the very many things lepakers usually talk about and discuss. i think that's why Malaysians need not much therapy in general. dude, who needs that when we have kopitiam and kedai mamak? so long as lepak-ing is still a predominant activity in Malaysia, then no worries people, our sanity would still be hanging on a good balance, hopefully...
Quote of the past week: Jackpot & Glowing. Why oh Why...
Ruby Jusoh is putting her earphones back on, listening to Faizal Tahir - Hanyut, reminiscing her times with her imaginary boyfriend, similar to Sylvia Plath's case as can be seen in the poem she wrote, the Mad Girl's Love Song. Miss Plath, you can rest in peace. Every girl is indeed a mad girl.
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