I have been meaning to write a post about Yanie for a while now. When I was in Penang, doing the KISSM thingy, I stayed at Yanie’s room. She’s a junior and is close to Kak Farah. I have known her before but staying in the same room with her makes me get to know her more. Okay, I respect Yanie in that she is an author with 5 or 6 published books under the pen name, Ilya Alias. And she is my age; 23, for God’s sake. She is tall and I felt comfortable talking to her coz she’s young, she’s hip and she’s so much fun to be around with. And the fact that she’s taller than any of my girlfriends (though not quite my height) makes it even more welcoming. She thinks just like me and all the other itsy bitsy similarities amazes me. Maybe this is what twins feels like. With Kak Farah around, it makes it even more real. Ya know, Kak Farah is like the older sister, always the ‘sopan santun’ one and the following rules type and here we are laughing at things we feel funny at and sharing things like we are teenagers. But one thing that I feel she’s different from me is that she said and I quote in English ‘lying is as easy as writing’. Yeah, writing is kinda easy but for me lying is damn hard. I am naïve. That I have to admit. I must have look like a fool when I lie or I get busted too easily.
This is her latest book (OMG right?)
There is this one time when we talked and she was sewing her ‘baju kurung’ (did I mention she’s talented in sewing too?), she said that she was bored and didn’t know what to do. With so much enthusiasm, I asked that it can’t be too boring since she is a writer (OMG, imagine I’m a fuckin writer). She said she’s kinda bored with it after some time. I was listening to her as if she’s Britney (not quite la). Coz seriously, I respect what she does. I have been wanting to be a writer since I was small (though I have to admit my grammar sucks big time and I always messed up my own native language). I have not any idea being a writer, how’s life as a writer and what not. It is amazing to be living with a writer and listening to one.
These are hers. I found the picture in the Internet
She keeps diaries too but she’s one that when she has achieved her dreams, she burns the diary. And she’s afraid someone read them. Yes, I kept diaries too and I’m afraid people read them too but I don’t burn them. The things I write are too personal. They reflect the real me. I might just die than people reading them. I write about being me and my crushes throughout my life and love and love lost, friendship etc2.
Anyway, that’s what I have to say for now. Excuse the ‘f’ word. I just can’t help it.
