Cheezy Songs?

Ever experience a situation when there's an echo of a cheezy song repeating in your head? For the past few days I kept humming this bloody 'jiwang' mat salleh song by plain white shirt (whatever the band name is) that 1,2,3,4 I love You...aiyo, I'm so annoyed.

The other day I had a light chat with my close yet far friends. Just to pass the time...this question arise;

"what is your breakup song that able to make you feeling extremely sentimental?"

I got all these Indonesian songs listed...from Ungu, Kerispatih yada yada yada.

Ira named John Legend and some of them has none (konon tak pernah frust la tu...yeah right, I'll keep you guys as anonymous.you know who you are tho). And as for me, my personal jiwang frust katak song is David Gray - This Year's Love. Yeah, yeah...that song is really jiwang frustrating one. And my all time evergreen lagu jatuh cinta in a fantasy lala land is Dreaming of You by Selena (i know, just sue me)

Suddenly, this cross my mind...ever heard of Tercipta Untukku by Ungu? I always find this song funny...coz I remembered being dedicated of the said song by 2 person. My sense quickly query the fact that..."so,aku tercipta untuk siapa ni?" (ouch)

Okayla...off to Penang now!

And that bloody theres only one thing two do three words four you is still in my head...haih!

Later

The Anne Frank Diary

Ages it seems since the last update.

Apparently, I've been bogged down with work, my exciting and so-so life(so far)and yada yada yada. Opportunity to blog almost unachievable.Well...


Anyway,after my last trip to Amsterdam, I've been wanting to blog on this particular individual whom was able to shape and change the world long after the World War II. Unfortunately, although her message seems to penetrate the people's understanding on humanity, somehow, it lacking in practice. Yes, I'm talking about the one and only, Anne Frank.


Before going off to Amsterdam, I was well equipped with a novel, with the idea to occupy during the traveling period, however the impact upon me was more than just to pass the time. I got 'The Diary of a Young Girl' from my cousin Bu Jaja, an early Birthday gift. Actually, the novel is a diary-based, written by a Jewish girl, who went into hiding at her father's office (in an annex building) together with her family members comprises of her parents and her elder sister, the Ven Pels family and a dentist named Fritz Pfeffer. It all occurred after 1933 when Adolf Hitler came to power and declared an anti-Jewish regime.

So, they fled from Germany to Amsterdam and stayed in hiding for almost 2 years before they were caught and deported to Auscwitz, the holocaust camp for the Jews, it was a one way trip for sure. Obviously the ending was ugly. I would proposed the novel for your reading pleasure. I'm pretty sure you'll be amaze the fact that Anne Frank was a bright girl with wondrous ideas. In case you are keen to know further, you may visit www.annefrank.org

While in Amsterdam, I got the opportunity to visit the Anne Frank House. I can't imagine how she managed to stay in that particular annex for 2 years, with no fresh air, not being able to walk freely outside the house, the curtain must not be lifted at any time. Its crazy...I'll go mad for sure.

Coming back home, I am more than grateful with everything.

Somehow, its sad when people being treated in such way.
Regardless of your ethnicity, religion or skin colour.
But then again, the Nazis mistreated the Jews, and the Jewish Zionist are now mistreating the Palestinian.

Wonder why is it people never learn from their mistake...

Dear Friends,
I'm off for quite some times.
Will be back very soon.
Just to inform that I left my mobile phone...
So...cheers!

Hectic Weekend

It has been a hectic weekend...so far.

So yesterday, we woke up early to make sure I'm able to get my bowl of hokkien noodle served hot at Bandar Baru Uda. There's a malay restaurant with a variety of delicious food. And I mean it when I said, delicious. The name of the restaurant is Serambi Uda, a corner lot house cum shop situated at Jalan Padi 3.

So, after done with breakfast we drove all the way to The Zone, but to no avail...we stop at Plaza Angsana and bought a pair of sneakers for the trip. My old Nike sneakers has worn out. Bought in 2005. I'm not a much of a shopper...so,usually I'll buy a good stuff and use it til the end of it. Coming home, there's a list of things to pack emailed by Puan Raja. Realising that there are some important item left out, so we drove all the way to Aeon Jusco at Tebrau to buy the thermal wear...(man,those thermal wear are also costly!) and bought some gloves, etc...and since my old jeans also worn out...i.e loose...so I had no choice but to get a new one....sigh.

Done with shopping...we rushed home, rest for awhile then we went to Kak Su's open house. Its soooo nice to meet her family members who drove all the way from Malacca. Its been ages since the last time I met her lovely parents, her jovial brother, her very pregnant both sister and sister in law...plus the nephew and nieces, whom the last time I saw, toddlers...now, the eldest has turned 6! How time flies...

Today, we woke up early and again I had my hokkien noodle (yummy) at BBU. Then we came back home and spring clean the house...tiring?Then Puan Raja rang us and been surveying for the transportation and accomodation from morning til 5.30pm...And what annoyed all 3 of us is the fact that we're unable to book the train ticket via online since Eurostar does not include Malaysia in their list of countries under the billing form....weird isn't it? Silly and weird is more like it. Huh!

Well...am off to rest...

A lot to be done esp the last minute preparation...

Later.

1 Malaysia?

This entry of mine potrays how very emotional I am. Recently, I received an email from an old friend of mine. This email was forwarded by our fellow Malaysian whom does not know the history of Malaysia yet dare to question on the thing which is clearly he/she does not know.

The email entitled 'This Is Call "One Malaysia"??

Now explain why Bumi afford to have so many children

One or two Malaysia??

Being furious, I emailed this friend of mine telling him/her to please trace Malaysia history and read topic on 'Contract Social' before passing such comment.

To my suprise, I got a reply... "I dun understand wht u mean by contract social, can u explain to me~~~ im so sorry if i forward this mail to make u inconvenient~~~"

So? Here we go...

(Her full name),
Based on your last email, obviously you and those who forwarded it has misinterpreted the notion of 1 Malaysia. The definition of 1 Malaysia is 'unity' among all races priorly the bumiputra (malays, natives of sabah and sarawak as well as peninsular) and the non-bumis (chinese, indian and others). For 'unity' to stand, 'respect' must come along.

For your better understanding, I'll explain this briefly in Bahasa Melayu. Before I continue discussing the matter in hand, I would appreciate it if you could forward this to all your friends esp the one who started circulating this msg. This is the history of our beloved country.

Sebelum wujudnya 'Malaysia'...kita pernah dijajah beratus tahun lamanya oleh negara2 luar antaranya oleh British, Belanda, Jepun dan akhirnya British sebelum merdeka. British telah bahagikan tanah dan kuasa antara Belanda dan Sepanyol. British - Malaysia, Belanda - Indonesia dan Sepanyol - Filipina. Tanah asal ketiga2 negara ini dikenali sebagai 'kepulauan melayu' dan semenanjung malaysia kini dahulunya dikenali sebagai 'tanah semenanjung emas'. Kemudian dikenali sebagai 'Tanah Melayu'.

Sewaktu dalam pemerintahan British, imgran dari China dan India telah dibawa ke 'Tanah Melayu'. Kaum India bekerja di sektor pertanian khususnya sebagai penoreh di estate getah manakala kaum Cina bekerja sebagai pelombong tin, tukang bina bangunan etc.

Dan sebelum kemerdekaan, ekonomi Tanah Melayu dimonopoli oleh kaum Cina manakala kaum Melayu ketinggalan di kampung dan kaum India terpinggir di estate. Wujudnya ketidakstabilan dari segi sosial dan ekonomi, maka tiga wakil dari Melayu, Cina dan India telah berbincang dan bersetuju mendapatkan penyelesaian. Tunku Abdul Rahman - Melayu dan golongan peribumi, Tun Tan Cheng Lok - Cina dan Tun Sambathan - India.

Tunku kemudian membuat keputusan memohon kemerdekaan dari British dan perkara ini diterima baik oleh rakyat Tanah Melayu. Bagaimana dengan kaum India dan Cina? Mereka telah tinggal di Tanah Melayu dan tidak berhasrat untuk pulang ke negara asal. Di sini wujudnya 'kontrak sosial'.

Perjanjian yang dimeterai antara Tunku, Tun Tan Cheng Lok dan Tun Sambathan antaranya:
1. Bahasa Rasmi - Bahasa Melayu
2. Agama Rasmi - Agama Islam

Hak Keistimewaan bumiputera (melayu) dikekalkan iaitu :
1. Kuota dalam pendidikan, biasiswa dan jawatan dalam sektor awam (kerajaan)
2. Tanah Rezab
3. Ekonomi

Sebagai pulangan?Kaum Cina dan India diberi 'kerakyatan' dan keturunan mereka mendapat kerakyatan secara 'jus soli' iaitu tanpa perlu memohon dalam setiap kelahiran.
-bebas mengamalkan agama asal, budaya.

'Kontrak sosial' ini telah dipersetujui oleh wakil dari setiap bangsa dan kandungan 'kontrak sosial' ini secara tidak langsung telah dimasukkan ke dalam Perlembagaan Persekutuan, yang menjadi undang-undang/panduan negara.

1 Malaysia bukanlah bermaksud sama rata mahupun hak rakyat yang sama(equality). Hak istimewa golongan bumiputera kekal selamanya seperti juga hak kerakyatan pada keturunan asal Cina dan India yang datang ke Tanah Melayu 50 tahun yang lalu.

So please understand the history and do respect our fellow Malaysian.

With Regards,
Farah Ezlin Yusop Khan

~~~~~~~~

I wonder if later she or 'her friends' gonna reply ... "I'm sorry, I don't understand in BM maa"

Happy Eid?

How's your raya?
Mine? A quick recap :

Firstly, a night before raya I met with an accident...thus had to leave my car back in Butterworth all by itself til next month...thank god Tuan Suhaimi helped me back there.

Secondly, I heard the sad news that a new DPP met with an accident and she had passed away...Al-Fatihah...didn't get the chance to know her tho.

Thirdly, I had a peace of mind while I'm in Penang. To view the Penang Island from Bagan Ajam at night...and suddenly suprised by a few sparks of fireworks...its such a breathtaking...nothing could beat that...nothing! *bersemangatnya*

Fourthly,feeling devastated to leave my homestate and the fact that I had a rough journey on the Fire Fly...eurghhh...the agony!As if I left my heart back in Butterworth...

Fifth,the joy of meeting my relatives back in Penang and in PJ...

Enam already?
Oh yes, to be able to meet and hang out with Kak Alin and Intan...we had a GREAT laugh! I miss them so very much!
Then today had spend almost half of the day at Putrajaya again (tak sangka lepak office during festive season is nice...serene surrounding) with Amy and of course the cooolest senior ever...Puan Raja...she's a malay ya...Raja Rozela...*saje je*
It was such a blast! Really miss her la. Can't wait for the holiday!

Tujuh!
Ayu just gave birth to a baby boy...alhamdulillah...I was on the phone with her a few days earlier...

Lastly...the luckiest number for the chinese...lapan!Somehow brings no luck to me coz I can't sleep...and tomorrow am off to JB...haiya...

Later peeps

T.A.T

I just can't wait to go back to my home sweet home...Telok Air Tawar (yes,laugh Fara and Ayu!Jas, u better be by my side on this). Its a known fact among my friends that I'm originally from Telok Air Tawar. It is situated in Butterworth, Penang, near the Tentera Udara Di Raja Malaysia's air based (TUDM) and also next to the Royal Australia Air Force (RAAF). Yes, it is not on the Island.

I've always wanted to write about my homestate...just never had the chance to do so...until now.

Well, Telok Air Tawar is a mixture of different class of people. Those who stays at the taman perumahan-housing estate, are mostly from an educated family background. Ranging from the civil servant (teachers) to the professionals such as lawyers, doctors, bankers etc and even businessman whilst those who stays in kampung, most of their parents work as farmer, fisherman etc. Thus, in a classroom, students from different background study together. What separate us is none other than education perceived.

Fast rewind in 1999. My alma mater is Telok Air Tawar Secondary School, Butterworth (yes, it is situated in the mainland) and I still remember clearly the sitting arrangement in my classroom. I sat between Hong Ling, who was in front of me, while Raudah was located at the back. The nosy yet angelic super-caring Hong Ling (acting like a big sister) always scold me whenever I start to talk endlessly and each time when I was too lazy to do any task given by teachers. Her fave word was "kamu jangan berfoya-foya" ... while Raudah (the devilish-my chat buddy) would always entertain me from the early morning until the last bell.

Despite the 2 contradict characters, my besties were next door, the 2 crazy imperfect school prefects...who always misused their privilege and together we would skipped classes at every opportunity. They are none other than Thamei and Aneetha. We would always skipped class and hang out at the 'Pembimbing Rakan Sebaya office'...since I was the President...so, faham2 la.

Well, back to my old classroom, my sit was next to the window, viewing the green field. There, standing proudly a small tree, which I, without fail, at least once a day gazed at it thru the window (ignoring the teachers and of course, the knowledge trying to deliver to me) and anticipated in a 'daydream' routine *missing those days!*

Back then, I remember how I wish I could escape and leave all these behind. I just can't wait to get out from my hometown and explore new city, new life. My mind would always wonder...what is there beyond all these?what awaits me? I knew it then, that I won't find it there. So, I was nothing but determine...to leave the school...and to leave Butterworth.

After 9 years of living in Shah Alam - Subang...and currently in Johor Bahru (6 months now)...I started to appreciate my old sweet Telok Air Tawar (in Butterworth, the mainland of course). And the journey from JB to TAT sounds dreadful...extremely hectic and tiring yet for what is worth...I just can't wait! Can't wait to drive by the beach...lepak at the sea side...meeting my dearest crazy cousins, my uncle and aunt, dearest Thamei...Kunur, Razak and others!

Well, time flies...but one thing for sure...TAT will always be close to my heart. Walaupun masih belum ada McD or KFC there (do something Duan!please...) and the fact that nama TAT is very lousy...darn. It doesn't matter!If you noticed, i repeatedly reminding that TAT is in the mainland simply because, those who come from the mainland are considered second class by the Penangites *Ouch* What to do, we are a bit laid back and undeveloped compared to Penang Island...right Puan Mel?Kan Amril? Are we?

Anyway, am keeping my fingers crossed...cepatlah 18hb...can't wait to go back North!

Well, take care people.
Safe journey and Eid Ramadhan!

Malaysia - Indonesia Confrontation

We were accused of being a cultural thief. An undeclared war arises over the accussation by the neighbouring country that Malaysia stole and potrayed their culture, a dance namely 'pendet' as ours. Which, was done by the Discovery Channel and this matter had resolved and excluded Malaysia as being the responsible party. I guess its just not enough to satisfy the minority group in Indonesia who called themselves as 'Benteng Demokrasi Rakyat' (Bendera) who had launched a mission to 'sapu' our fellow Malaysian in Indonesia (roughly bout a few thousands medical students there). Worse, this self-proclaimed nationalist group blocked a few roads and asked for the passerby to show their identity card/passport. If you are found to be a Malaysian, the probability of being stabbed is high as they were well equipped with a 'sharpened bamboo stick'.

Over the years we've been a good neighbour. Providing aid for almost every unfortunate events occurred, either via natural disaster or the man-made burning of the forest. The once paralysed Acheh Province, an aftermath left by the disasterous Tsunami...do we have to remind this minority ungrateful 'Bendera' how we had contributed in rebuilding the province from scratch? The assistance was sent as soon as possible(even back in my hometown, at that particular time, the completion of houses for the Tsunami's victims took ages!) The reason I'm digging all these facts? To show-off? To remind the 'Bendera'? Yes...and also, because I believe we do what we have to do, not because we have to, but simply because its the right thing to do.

It doesn't stop there, now they are demanding RM800 per month for the maid's salary. I must say, the maids provided by the Indonesian to our country are not of the same quality as those sent to Singapore, Hong Kong and god knows where. Yet a salary of that sum is their latest demand.

Dear Indonesian maids, don't you know that even some Malaysian civil servants are still earning RM 500 as their basic income?

There are currently 2 million of Indonesian here (i'm not sure whether this figure includes the illegal immigrants).Most of the small businesses in Malaysia are now controlled by them. Well,I'm not suprised if soon they will claim Malaysia as their homeland...

Who knows...Wallahualam.

The Full Moon

First of all,this entry has nothing to do with Stephanie Meyer's novel cum box office movie (am not a fan of Twilight's series...no offence). Anyway, today is the 14th day of fasting. So when you look up high in the open sky, do expect to witness a beautiful round bright full moon. Its a breathtaking scenery I must say. Even prettier when stars scattered all over the open space. (somehow, the stars seems to dissapear year after year...pollution?maybe)

In the yester years, whenever there's full moon, my mind would wonder that somewhere there will be dogs barking and people turning into werewolves. Silly as it sound, somehow, the 'full moon' does affects the human behaviour. Be it from the rising of the crime rates to the rising of the suicide cases and even matters involving personal character for example sleep walking disturbance and mental disorder cases. However, studies in regard of the link between the full moon and how it affects the human behaviour fails in proving the truth. I remembered reading Paolo Coelho's 'Veronica Decides To Die' when the heroine had decided to end her life during the full moon phase and ended up in a mental institution. Perhaps the author did some research on this issue at hand. I would recommend this novel but with a friendly warning...its catchy yet disturbed.

So, could it be that for all the negatives human's conduct, the blame is on the lunar effects i.e the 'full moon'? OR its just another reason the human trying to hide from revealing the bad characters possessed by one? But then again, one should learn to comprehend the flow of Earth's energy (including the moon and space beyond) and how to apply in a positive manner. Maybe by thinking of your love one while gazing at the moonlight? (reminds me of Yuna's Dan Sebenarnya)

Owh what the heck...its human nature to blame it on others. Even the famous Milli 'lips sync' Vanilli agreed to this and came out with the hit 'Blame It On The Rain'

All I know is that, we're fortunate to be in a fasting month during the 'full moon'... So see, hear and speak no evil... and enjoy the beautiful scenery that the 'full moon' has to offer.

Later

Cheating Death

A sudden and saddened news on the death of DJ A.M. filled yahoo web page yesterday. Ever heard of him? A very talented DJ in Hollywood whom, a year ago had survived a plane crashed together with the drummer (former Blink 182 band member) Travis Barker.

The thing that caught my mind is that, is it considered as 'cheating death'?

What is 'cheating death'? Can one get away from it or just prolong the time of the death?It has been narrated in a profoundly acclaimed movie i.e "Final Destination"(Eerie I know). In that movie, a group of people able to avoid possible fatal event yet the responsible Grim Reaper denied their adjournment and find ways hunting each one of them. But to make it more 'Hollywood material', they add some storyline to it...the whole story kicked off from a premonition...*yawn*

In medical field, cheating death is not spared. For example a cancer person cured without going for chemotheraphy. Possible? One might ask, what about the famous rapper 50 cent who was shot 9 times yet survived? Perhaps the shooter an amateur missed the vital part? Or its just his luck?(God knows).

Could it be true? Regardless of the movie magic, does it actually work that way? You are save for today...but it hunts you...or would death just waived and skipped your turn? Maybe...But as for me being a muslim, I believe in Al-Qada wal-Qadar...(destiny by God's decree)

Well, there are series of unexplainable events. Somehow, DJ A.M's death does trigger the notion of 'cheating death'...whether it was meant to be or the fatal event was entirely due to his foolishness (drug overdose death). Now that would be a mystery.

For all I know, if I were able to cheat death...and survived. I would definately celebrate life...to the fullest.

Agree?

To The Ghost of My Past

I've told you once...
I can't be your friend.
Do understand and asked no more.

Gravity by Sara Bareilles

Something always bring me back to you
It never takes too long
No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone

You hold me without touch
You keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain

Chorus
Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me

You loved me 'cause I'm fragile
When I thought that I was strong
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strenght is gone

Chorus
Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me

I live here on my knees as I
Try to make you see that you're
Everything I think I need here on the ground
But you're neither friend nor foe though I
Can't seem to let you go

The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down
You're keeping me down...

Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long

Off to Subang!

Last weekend went for a movie and I would definately recommend The Proposal for your viewing pleasure. The storyline is simple, fun as Sandra Bullock (dah tua fave actress aku ni) colours all the scenes with the help of another funny man i.e Ryan Reynolds. Not even 1 scene that bore me. I kept on laughing from the beginning til the end.(Contrary to what Daud had experienced...I guess its true when he said it's 'a chick flick')Instead he suggested yourstruly to watch Setem. I read Am's entry and she gave a good review of the movie as well. I'm a bit sceptical with Malay's movie. No offence. I bet they will show Setem this Raya? Or maybe via Astro Box Office first,then perhaps view it at channel 104-Ria? Definately, maybe...

Anyway, am off to Subang today right after work. There's a trial this Monday at Tangkak. God knows how far Tangkak from JB is. So since its fixed on Monday, I've decided might as well I push off from USJ instead. Oh ya, went to Muar last Tuesday. It is such a nice small town. Somehow, it is similar to Ipoh. There are certain area reminds me of Kuching (the market site facing the river) and certain location similar to Kuala Kangsar (owh, I missed the pasar pagi at K.K especially the big thick fat murtabak, delicious hot pau and the morning scenery there...where apek would lepak by the riverside. It is the ideal pension town). Did I mention that there's a river in Muar? Beautiful. No wonder Bon and Wirna loves staying there. By the way, the Mee Bandung...owh dear...mouthwatering...haven!

So tonight am gonna drop by at Jonker Walk/Street for a bowl of prawn mee and cendol. Well,nothing fabulous bout the cendol tho. The best cendol would be the one in front of Sekolah Menengah Dato' Onn, Butterworth. Tapi dah tutup and moved to Selayang. Next best cendol would be the one at Penang Road. That one is still operating. They have a franchaise at Giant Section 13 (I dunno they still have it now)

I'm still having a mild fever that turns my voice to a husky one. What to do...
Later.

“Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair”

William Cowper an English poet who lived in the year of 1731 til 1800 had understood the notion and felt the pain of being apart from the loved one. And realised the bitterness to rely on a shattered hope. The quotation is a self-explainatory. What more can I say...

Farewell

Its unfortunate that I didn't get the chance to meet this wonderful lady in person. The nation was shocked after learning that Yasmin Ahmad had passed away on the 25th of July 2009.

It is undeniable her work had touches many hearts, mine is not spared. It started from 'Rabun', a short movie based on the beautiful life of her parents until the recent hit 'Talentime' and numerous commercials that won awards and appraised by many. Known for her simple yet inspiring work, she had opened many minds to comprehend the true meaning of unity in this multiracial country we are living. I guess its not too much for me to say that she was amongst the first to come up with the idea of 1 Malaysia.

Mom read an article from The Star paper tells the story from her parents's point of view. They praised highly and proudly of their late daughter. It touch me, the fact that she would call her mother every single day without failing regardless of her busy schedule and always on the move just to ask her 3 questions "buat apa? sihat? are you happy?"

The article elaborate further as she was very concerned bout her parent's happiness and even warned other siblings to ensure none of them dare to hurt their mother and father. Yet, the part that touch me deeply as my mom told me that in the article, her mother told the writer that Yasmin wanted to look after her mother until her mother's last breathe. She wanted to be the one to be there and managed the day her mother leave this world, somehow, she had passed away before the mother...

No doubt a responsible daughter she was.

A lost to the industry...she shall be missed.

1 July 1958 - 25 July 2009

Al-fatihah to Yasmin Ahmad.

Java Raaga

Last 18th of July, myself, Amy and Mazia went for a show at Kotaraya, JB. It was organised by the JB Arts Festival (got to know its the 6th festival already). The splendid show that we attended was a performance by a fusion music group known as AkashA. The genre based mainly on the Indian traditional stream weave with Eastern and Western music, classic versus modern tune. The group formed by 7 talented musicians of different ethnicity, religion, race and even nationality, somehow with one vision...to explore the music and bind it into one soul.

Well, for further info, they have their webpage (which I noticed managed by Ruhil Amani) . Here goes... http://www.akashamalaysia.com/

The guys getting ready to perform (short of 2 orang due to an urgent family matters). Still, it was a great show.

I ended up buying the CD...which my fave track would be none other than Java Raaga. Its a music arranged base on javanese tune, adopted to the Indian musical intrument and a bit of Western guitar plucked by Jamie Wilson. In a simple language - Fabulous! (still humming it til today)

Oh ya, while enjoying the show, I realised Dato' Shahrir Samad's presence...and were able to snap 1 photo with him (I hate this pic tho, simply coz I look fat in it)

Us posed before the show starts...

To you people out there...check out the song...it will serenade you to dream world...(in a positive manner)

Later.

Darkness

There's a blackout...
Nothing is visible except the emergency lights,
And the flash from the monitor of course.

My neighbour is playing an old hits 'Nur Nilam Sari'
At the same time, my ear caught some unknown melody...
It soothe me somehow.

Well,
I'm supposed to finish up some tasks for tomorrow, which...
I'm unable to do so...since its dark.

Its already 5pm,
And dear God, I wish I'm home...
But she's not here, likewise she's in the dark as well...

Let there be light...
To shine on us.

50 Glorious Years

Michael Joseph Jackson

(29.08.1958 ~ 25.07.2009)

Another day has gone

I'm still all alone

How could this be

You're not here with me

You never said goodbye

Someone tell me why

Did you have to go

And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

But you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

But you are not alone

'Lone, 'loneWhy, 'lone

Just the other night

I thought I heard you cry

Asking me to come

And hold you in my arms

I can hear your prayers

Your burdens I will bear

But first I need your hand

Then forever can begin

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

For you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

For you are not alone

Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'

And girl you know that I'll be there....I'll be there

~~~~~~

Must admit that am not his fan.

Somehow, learning to appreciate him after his death (sorry Thamei)

I guess..."you don't know what you got till it's gone"

Rest In Peace M.J

God Bless...

No Apologies...

Hell no...
Apologise my *ss!
I refuse to give in...so do you.

Be strong and I will always be here for you.
You are on the right track.
If you back off...you cause a greater damage...
Seized the flood gate...
This is not the time to swallow your pride and be humble.
There are things which is intolerable and this is not an exception.

Hey girl, I am positive that I'm not the only one with this opinion.
Trust me on this.

Remembering Uncle Harun.

6.7.08...a simple num to remember (mom said)
That's the day when my Uncle Harun passed away.
In 2 days time, its gonna be a year.
How time flies, we never notice.
Yet he still live in our heart and mind.

It felt as if it was yesterday that my dad woke me up early in the morning with a panic face. Telling me to get ready and to drive them both to check on my uncle whom was still breathing on a life support machine. Well, obviously, his soul had departed from his body at that time.

Life...
No one could foresee nor predict the future.
All we can do is, to live it to the fullest.
As if tomorrow would be the last.

This post is dedicated to him.
A pious man with a kind heart.
Altho no blood relations between my father and him, somehow, they developed a very strong relationship. Sort of kindred spirits.
My Uncle Harun came in the early 80's from Myanmar (then it was called Burma) and met with my dad in a train (from KL to Penang)
My dad, being a friendly and a talkative person (which I inherit this from him) started a conversation with this man who just came to Malaysia.
From an innocent chat, blooms into a 30 years of a friendship.
The 2 families became close until this very day.

Then, it was so fun that all of a sudden I had a new sisters, brothers and a personnel doctor...before I was even borned.
All my medication being monitered by Uncle Harun...with no cost obviously.
He opened the first ever clinic at my area 'Poliklinik Telok Ayer Tawar' (yes, the one next to Robina Corner) where I would lepak, going in and out at my own leisure like no body business from that clinic.
There are times when patients met him, I would be kaypoing in the doctor's room.
Never he scold...not even once in my life.

And I still remember how sad I was when they moved to PJ.
They came that night and I pretend to sleep...
It was so sad, as if I would never see him and his family again...

Fast forward a few years or so, I entered UiTM and met him and his wonderful family once again. But I've grown by then. So, no longer feeling sentimental like before...(funny).I would always visit him at every opportunity and Uncle Harun always explained to me when ever I have doubt, uncertain or vague in Islamic teachings. He makes it so easy and makes me understand better bout Islam and how universal Islam is.

And one thing that is still apparent in my mind, is that, each time myself or bro salam his hand, he would always pat on the head...kuat2 lak tu... hmmm

May Allah bless his soul...
Amin.

Superheroes wannabe?

This is SuperLiza...showing off her magic colouring books.

Then, myself...gazing thru the pages...which I absorb nothing but blank papers...(sebenarnya posing jer lebih tu)
But then again, its okay...coz after all the hassles of Umum Paper, we are now sitting for the Khusus Paper...

So,

Study...

Study...

Study...

and

GO NUTS!

*Photos taken by Mardziatun Nisa and courtesy of Liza Melati, exploited by yours truly!*

Til next posting...later people.

Taking All of My Energy~

I'm so tired...
PTK had sucked all of our energy.
Is it that hard?
Not really...
Perhaps age is one factor in contributing tiredness? (but I'm not that old)
Or maybe, lack of momentum?
Owh dear, how the hell am I supposed to have the drive for masters?
Haiyah...

So after a sour umum paper, we had our khusus paper today.
Which is, way better, altho I have problem with time management...yet am able to answer all.
But overall the course was fun...except the exam part (heh)
The class was okay...most of the time was chatting with Bon and poor him, he had no choice but to layan me or else he'll hibernate...which he did while I was talking to him...mangkok.

Overall its kinda fun for being able to escape from work and court (sorry Kak Laila) and another reason is the fact that I was able to hang out with my friends...and this time around in a smaller group (we are the ppl yang terlepas PTK February) thus we are more united.
Lunch skali, maggie beli skali, photostate skali...dinner skali (sian Emma lambat sebab teman Elin makan ye?)
Discussion skali...with Kak Hazee, Yati, Kak Fit, Kak Juan...
Everything pun nak melepak together la.
And of course, my source of entertainment was Tom and Jerry (none other than Dila and Dona) They are just so cute! Together I mean.

Anyway, last night myself and Liza had gone mad after the umum paper.
I shall upload the Superhero pics once I got it from Liza...and pity Mazia whom had to be our photographer, unwillingly of course! (but who cares right?)
Superhero theme came up when coincidentally we both brought our Superman's shirt *chuckles*

So after the whole damn course had ended, I went for Karok with Yammy...(opsss, sorry Liza)
And it was nothing but fun, fun and fun!
We went from all the updated tunes to the oldies. Ranging from Neyo's to Rahim Maarof to Keri Hilson, back to Nora, crossed to the late MJ and went on to Awie's songs...kira East meet West la.

Oh ya, condolence to the Late MJ and Farra Fawcett...may God bless their souls...

Well, I'm exhausted!
...my only fear is that, at times when I'm too tired...I can't sleep...
Darn!

Later people.

S.O.R.R.Y

I didn't mean to hurt you.
Never my intention to make you sad.
Am so sorry...

PTK

What is PTK?

Precision!
Tedious!
Kudos!

Precision
The state or quality of being precise; exactness.
Tedious
Tiresome by reason of length, slowness, or dullness; boring.
Kudos
Acclaim or praise for exceptional achievement.

So, in short...PTK is menyusahkan! (boleh?)

For what is worth, I get to meet my old AG buddies and got to hang out with them.
Earlier we had lunch at Sangkuriang.....ahhhhh...layan
Tomorrow we had already plan to go to Lariz (my plan actually)

I must say, this PTK is kinda dry...and well defined as aboved.
What to do...or else I won't get a raise.

To dear Amy,
Don't be sad...nanti Jumaat kita Teppanyaki ye...sian dia...

To Dear Itik a.k.a Kunur
Congratulation...such a chubby cute daughter you have there!

To Dear Munirah and Fawwaz
Fawwaz, be nice to Moon will ya?

and finally,

To dear Am,
Sian, I'll make sure Daud's gay partner will look after him k?

Later

Monday, anyone?

So lil time, yet so much to do, still am wasting precious time.
This morning (monday yer) its sooo hard for me to wake up. Reason? Had a rough journey back to JB from USJ.We were caught in traffic, there were 2 accidents occured from both lane, on a different occasion.
To all my fellow Malaysian, you may drive as you desire, at a racing course.
But then again, I'm not that courteous either. So boo me!

Anyway, I believe that I had gained some weight.
My shirts and pants are getting tighter each day.
Had a marvellous meal back home:
1. Sari Ratu - yummy good
2. Orkid Thai - havennn

Camner ni?
Its okay, this week kinda hectic. Have a lot of work to do. And I pity Kak Laila that she had to share piece of the work due to shortage of officers and time of course.
Then I have to attend the PTK for a week or so...the course is fixed from 21 til 30th of June.
So...that should be the answer...to slim down a bit...he he he
But I really pity Amy whom will be left alone since neither me nor Mazia is around.
Hopefully Iffa can teman her.

I really wish I could take up my PTK with my dear Tim and Nana, but they took earlier. But better still, I have my Jac and Bon for me to rely on...*evil laugh*

Take Care.

The Difference Between Love and Obsession?

What is the difference between the two?

I've posed this question and got an answer by my dearie:

'Love is when you wanna be with that person, grow old together and be with him/her for the rest of your life. Whereas obsession, you are crazy about this person and you wanna have this person."

Love?
what is love without obsession? I'm positive even the purest sweetest love would entangled by at least a slight of obsesiveness and possessiveness. But then again, possesive intertwine with jealousy(which I do not desire to comment on the latter)

Agree with me that love unites with obsessive feelings?

Does obsession stands on its own?
An instance, you think of this person, you fall very hard, wanting to be with him or her all the time. All of a sudden, a voice inside your twisted mind hum:
"Do you love him?"
"Maybe...but I can't stop thinking bout him day and night...am counting the days to spend more time together.Love?Well, I would love to meet him. But then again, I'm not sure...I don't know whether I love him."

Aha, could it be the flick of love?
Or its just mere obsessive feeling?
Obsession often mislead love - e.g It must be love since I think of him, wanting him, crazy bout him
And obsession also leads to lust...(do we need to elaborate on this?)

But I agree with the answer given earlier, that obsession is formed due to an uncontrollable anxiety...in a simple word 'crazy'. But one must caution it with a phrase 'thrill of a chase'.
After series of meeting...you sense that the obsession lessen from day to day...
There is no more thrill...no fun...not interested anymore...bye-bye?
Is it equivalents to rebound? (in a way it does contribute)

Agree with me that it is unhealthy for a relationship based on obsession?
Worse if it is one-sided emotions.
Example, A is obsessed with B while B doesn't bother bout A.
How do we cope then? Is it true love? Can love be nurture in this text?

Simplification:
Love + Obsession = True Love
Obsession - Love (or think it is love) = Disaster
Or Obsession - Love = Lust

Is it safe for me to differentiate it in such way?

Am I right?Or am i right?

Dumpster

Now am a bit free.
Unlike when I was attached to the Magistrate court for a couple of weeks.
I must admit, it was insanly hectic.
I wonder, whether a busy court (mad house more like it) should there be only 1 officer to manage it? Frankly speaking...No.
The volume of work (fuhhh) and the snobish magistrate (not all, some) who thinks that the DPP attached to the court are their subordinate (Big Mistake).
But all in all, it was a good exposure, yet tiring.

So we are still trying to settle down at our new office.
At times there's electric short circuit...as a result, left us in the dark for a few hours.
And my cube? Nothing like a dumpster. Yes, am guilty of being too lazy to decorate my cube.
My problem is that, I have a big box containing all my office stuffs frommy old room to accomodate a lil cute cube. How? Banyak tu... (now I understand the anguish faced by Kak Fara when she had to unpack her stuffs from 1 whole house into a small room when she decided to move and rent a house with me then)

Anyway, last Saturday was 'Mother's Day' and I gave mama a card which describe her perfectly...a pic of a lady resting on a sofa holding a 'mom's mug' and at her feet there's a fat cat, chilling. Marvellous! And I then promised to cook for her the next day. So myself and Amy prepared steamboat for her. Which turn out to be, Amy and mama (the celebrated person) who prepared the meal since I was bogged down with work. Another weekend wasted with work. Sigh...
Should we opt for another work people?

Mazia called me earlier.
I was informed that her pet muttakose is dead (girls, pls call and comfort her)
Gonna hang out with her later...
Now I'm off to court.

Later.

Our New Sofa - Yey!

Last night myself and Amy went to hunt for Cavenzi's sofa. Thanks to my beloved Kak Su and her hubby together with the adorable Imaan, we went all the way to Pandan (I have no idea where) and bought a lovely red 'L' shape sofa. They gonna deliver it tonight (yey)

Did i ever mention that our house is very spacious? And it look even more since we don't have any furniture to stuff in it. Thus, our house is just like a cave i.e echo. And there are times when neither of us understand what we're talking bout when we talk from a distant (e.g when I'm at the kitchen cooking and Amy terlentang watching tv - a very normal scenario people). Therefore, in order to reduce the echo, am stuffing the house with macam2 (Amy alone is 'too small' to reduce it *evil grin*)

Anyway, altho I just spent on the sofa, am still religiously comply to my strict budget. Have to come up with RM5k for the UK and Europe trip this coming October. I just pray that by then the swine fever dah takde supaya dapat tour dengan hati dan jiwa yang tenang bersama-sama my fave people.

Later people.

"Don't forget me"
"I wont remember anything else"

I saw this one movie the other day. A snippet taken where two lovers were in a commotion i.e on the verge of breaking up. I felt for the script at instant. Sweet...yet it is still painful.Obviously, no matter how amicable a break up is, the bitterness is still strong especially when unable to end it properly. Just to go through this pain, one even avoid of falling at the first place. Thus, closes his/her heart and shuts the feeling completely. But then again, it is normal for a person to fall in love and to fall out of love. The question is whether you have made the right choice?

One must bear in mind, if you are not meant to be with that person...no matter how hard you try or do...pointless as it is. In the end, put your chin up and learn to let go.

For God works in a mysterious ways.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas

Altho am extremely tired after a long journey, yet I'm unable to sleep.
So, here we go...

Today is not as hectic as few days earlier.
As all are aware that tommorrow is Hari Pekerja...
Thus, I believe that everyone has their own plan.
My officemates are not excluded as well, a few stayed in JB,some left for their hometown. Mazia went off to her grandmother's arm back in Segamat. Before leaving, as usual she would hug me and promised to meet up next Monday.

Her grandparents' house is her sanctuary.As for me, it is none other than my lil blue room. It is the place to be. It is where I would just curl on my bed and hide myself from all the problems. As if a fortress where I could just spend hours day dreaming(that explains all the pimples on my forehead)
Here,I find a piece of mind...its serene ambiance soothes my emotion.
I truly agree with the phrase 'no place like home'

We pushed off around 8pm...kinda late. Expected to reach around 11 plus pm.
While I was driving, mom was half asleep...yet refuse to let me drive alone because I am in her black list driver...and to gain that trust? Forget it...
While seated at the backseat, Amy whom refused to listen to my songs dozed off with her mp3. My songs are not her cup of tea...Mazia would appreciate somehow. Amy is more to R&B and Hip Hop. I can't stand listening to her hip hop collection. Sorry dear.

While listening to my songs' collection, one track by PM Dawn triggered me.
Yes, the melancholy tune...
Yes, the cunning lyrics (which I never pay attention to before)
Oh what the heck...I'll just paste it here.

Die Without You
by PM Dawn

Is it my turn to wish you were lying here?
I tend to dream you when I'm not sleeping.

Is it my turn to fictionalize my world.
Or even imagine your emotions. Tell myself anything...

Is it my turn to hold you by your hands?
Tell you I love you and you not hear me...

Is it my turn to totally understand?
To watch you walk out of my life and not do a damn thing?

(Chorus)
If I have to give away...
The feeling that I feel.
If I have to sacrifice...
Oh, whatever babe, whatever baby.
If I have to take apart...
All that I am...
Is there anything that I would not do,
since I'd die without you...

Oh, I apologize for all the things I've done.
But now I'm underwater and I'm drowning...

Is it my turn to be the one to cry?
Isn't it amazing how some things completely turn around...

So take every little piece of my heart...
Yeah, take every little piece of my soul...
Yeah, take every little piece of my mind...
'Cause if you're gone... inside...
I'd die without you...

Interesting that the table has turned right?
And I wonder...

I Need My Good Ol' Sleep

Its more than a month now that I've been a Johor resident.
Yet, only today myself and others able to pay courtesy calls to the High Court judges. But better late than never...right?

Anyway, moving to a different story.
Yesterday morning I had a hunch (hunch ke?)
The uneasy feeling is more like it...as if something bad gonna happen.
I was driving at that particular time and was telling Amy bout it.
In fact, I felt uneasy that I almost had trouble breathing.
It is peculiar that it lasted the whole day.
Its very unusual for me to feel that.
How do I explain this...its like unstable emotions collides(Sigh,big word Elin)
End up, I've screwed up big time (Hmmm)

So to cut thing short, I had a sleepless night.
The best part is,I didn't experience it alone...
Amy pun takleh tido rupanya.
And even Mazia can't sleep either and end up talking to Int til god knows what time.

I hate being unable to sleep...
You cry your eyes out...yet you still can't sleep.
The result...Feeling weary, bad mood and the almighty Zits!(Nodding fast while reading Kak Alin's comment on my FB)
Beauty sleep is almost impossible nowdays.

Right now am feeling sleepy but I'm not sure whether I would be able to have a good sleep tonight.
My emotions is still SO unstable.
I hope this is temporary...it shall pass...Insyallah...

Wishful thinking.

Home Sweet Home

After 3 weeks I finally return to USJ...
I must confessed back in JB, it was nothing but a whirlwind.
This morning I woke up and hope the whole event is nothing but a dream.
Guess what, reality bites!

Somehow, I'm glad I got to come back home...
Although its for a shortwhile,my heart is resurrect.
Meaning...I can go back to JB and start all over.
Hmmm

This Monday am off to ILKAP for a course.
I'm so happy the fact that Puan Izzaini and Azlina will be attending it too.
Not to mention I'll be seeing my former boss and other seniors from my old unit.
Yalah...am attending Money Laundering Course. So, as expected.

I've just got back from MidValley to change some Ringgit into Pound Sterling.
One word to describe the difference...'Gila'

Right, gotta go. I'm starving and dad is cooking mee kuah.Yummy!

Later...

Our Last Day At The Old Bungalow

Right Now,
I am in the room with Amy busy perusing her ip,
Mazia digging into the trolley checking out her ip,
Two man wrapping the leather sofa to send it off to Nusajaya.

Later,
I have to switch off the computer,
The two man are going to pack it into boxes and shift it to Nusajaya.

Now we are here...actually somewhere within this area...that majestic building is Bangunan Sultan Ibrahim. Its a strategic place as it is in the heart of the city, wherelse Nusajaya is a district of its own and the journey from JB town is bout 45 minutes.

No More :
McD breakfast
Court Mammoth's Nasik Lemak
ZZ breakfast meal
City Square
Roti Mamak yang sedap nak mati i.e Sallehuddin

Aiyoooooo.....

Later peeps

Ironic?Maybe

I was just browsing thru my old posts and came across this entitled The City of JB dated Saturday, June 28, 2008.

It strikes me...
I never post other cities/places I've visited during my travelling period.
Somehow,now I am based in JB City itself (which everyone is fully aware of)

Wonder if things like this ever happen?
Its not deja vu, somehow its as if a hint.

So people, we must be alert of the event occurs before us.
There's somehow a message hidden behind it.

Cheers!

Tagged
I've been Tagged by Jas...lama dah.Sorry,now only I have the time to complete it.

Rules - The rules are simple. Use Google Image to search the answers to the questions below. Then you must choose a picture in the first page of the results, and post it as your answer. After that tag 6 people.

I am

An Active Person...(perasan athelete is more like it)


I really want to go to

Russia! (For real, my dream destination)


My favourite place is

Yes, where you can find apek on trishaw chilling next to Line Clear...
Penang


My favourite thing

My Walkman phone...I love music and I love connecting with my friends


My favourite drinks

Pure Choc by Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf (which I would sprinkle choc powder on the cream)


and

Freshly Squeezed Orange Juice


and

Current fave is Barley Kacang at Larkin Bomba!No image but I promise I SHALL upload it SOON!


My favourite food is

Laksa (My mom's laksa is the BEST)


and

Tom Yam Noodle


My favourite colours are

Blue



and

Pink (Sue me!Huh!)


and Purple


I attended the followings

Taman Senangan Primary School (1989 - 1994)


Telok Air Tawar Secondary School (1994 - 1999)


Dato' Onn Secondary School (For 2 months only)


And Mara University of Technology (2000 - 2005)

A beautiful picture I found from Google.


My hobbies are

Travelling


and


Disclaimer : Am against hunting and poaching (Relevant?Maybe)

My wish is for

No,its not to be on a cover of a magazine.



Right...am tagging all in my link!

Yes, I Am Back...

Yes,
Today am blogging...again...after god knows when.

Yes,
Am at Johor Bahru (a bit curious tho that it is spelled Bahru..while Kelantan Kota Bharu..BHaAaaRue)

Yes,
Am here with my lovely girls...
Mazia, what would life be without her?
Amy, my source of happiness and entertainment...well,Mazia is also the later.
Needless to say, they are both very entertaining! *grin*

No,
We do miss out comfort zone and our colleague back in Putrajaya.
Yet, we are blessed to have such a nice charming boss together with other new officemates.

No,
Our workloads are bundles
Yet we are happy to learn more each day.

So...all of you out there...
Count your blessings...
The silver lining will shine. Just give it a try.

Be good now people.