This evening I had a very bad craving. I wanted cucur udang so badly like as if I were pregnant or something. You know it's a craving that won't go away unless I do something about it. If I didn't make some, I'd be having the same craving for the next few days so off I went to Sainsbury's and bought the ingredients.
I am far from rajin but I'm so bad that when I want to eat something I would go to a distance to make it.
There I was sweating like hell in the kitchen mixing the flour and stuff. But boy was I in for a disappointment. It was way below par. The funny thing is I always knew that I'd never made good cucur udang like I had a few weeks ago at a tahlil at Msia Hall.
An Indonesian woman brought some, and me and The Black Widow really love it. It was absolutely delicious. How come whenever I tried to make some it would never came out the way I want? Is there any secret ingredients that I didn't know about?
It wasn't good, but I stuffed myself with the lot of them anyway until I felt like puking from all the greasy snacks. Eeewwww!
Oh... At this moment, there's a show on telly 'Sun, Sea and Silicone' filmed in Penang about British women who want to do boob jobs. I dunno. Brits are weird. The young ones party hard, drink alcohol like water and go under the knife like it's a natural thing to do.
What disappoint me in that program was the GM of the hotel. I didn't catch the name of hotel, I think it's Park Royal or something but the GM is definitely 100% Malaysian. He claimed he had to check everything he requested for these women because if he didn't go into the room and check it himself, the staff wouldn't do it properly. The way he scolded his staff and told them not to lepak, yes he did say lepak, shows that he didn't trust them. Didn't he know how to delegate? And belittling everyone else? Come on, Mr De Silva, don't be too nasty, it's not nice. Not all Malaysians are lazy you know.
But then again, he probably wanted to be in the limelight. It is after all for a British television and him being a cheeky Malaysian wouldn't pass on that chance.
So there I was feeling sick with the fatty cucur udang swimming inside my stomach watching these girls having cosmetic surgeries in the homeland.
Dang! I gotta go on a diet, again.
Friday, 23 February 2007
Wednesday, 21 February 2007
hands off my baby!
The time has passed so fast it’s almost the end of February. Man!
I spoke to JackJack, or rather she baby-talked with me on the phone. Geramnya! Normally she would just hum to the phone, but this was the first time she actually wanted to talk. She turned two in December but oh how she’s grown in the last few months.
Talking about babies, CJ told me her plan to adopt but her hubby didn't agree to it. She was told that there’s someone in Narathiwat wanting to give away her child in return for RM8K. What comes to my mind is maybe the Thai mother lives in poverty, and in need of money to support the other family members.
But the truth is I don’t think she would be getting all the money. Anyone can guess that agent probably make more money out of this transaction. Let's say 1K is for the admin processing paperwork bla bla bla, the agent will take half of what's left and only then she gets the rest. For the poor the money might seem like a lot, but for me it seems like giving the child away for pittance. That bloody agent gets a lot for something he doesn’t deserve.
Ah well, what do I know? I don’t have children. I may not understand what the mother may be feeling. But I do know that there is no way for me to pay just 3K for a baby. Not the right price for a fortune we call life. And I cannot imagine being separated from my own child :(
I spoke to JackJack, or rather she baby-talked with me on the phone. Geramnya! Normally she would just hum to the phone, but this was the first time she actually wanted to talk. She turned two in December but oh how she’s grown in the last few months.
Talking about babies, CJ told me her plan to adopt but her hubby didn't agree to it. She was told that there’s someone in Narathiwat wanting to give away her child in return for RM8K. What comes to my mind is maybe the Thai mother lives in poverty, and in need of money to support the other family members.
But the truth is I don’t think she would be getting all the money. Anyone can guess that agent probably make more money out of this transaction. Let's say 1K is for the admin processing paperwork bla bla bla, the agent will take half of what's left and only then she gets the rest. For the poor the money might seem like a lot, but for me it seems like giving the child away for pittance. That bloody agent gets a lot for something he doesn’t deserve.
Ah well, what do I know? I don’t have children. I may not understand what the mother may be feeling. But I do know that there is no way for me to pay just 3K for a baby. Not the right price for a fortune we call life. And I cannot imagine being separated from my own child :(
Monday, 5 February 2007
Wholesome
This is a perfect title for today’s entry. I haven’t been feeling quite well, and I haven’t been complaining much about the people around me for quite some times. I guess nothing really exciting about the life I have. Social life is hardly thrilling, and love life is nonexistent.
I do, however, like to mengadu and merajuk about something. Alaaa… dah takde sapa nak mengadu to, so I have to write in my ever faithful blog.
I wonder why the hell can’t people just live peacefully, be thoughtful and happy for one another. Or the least they could do is mind their own business. That way everyone could be assured of a little privacy.
What I want to say has been in the newspapers for the last few weeks. You know the Big Brother hoohaa? This is not really about racism, but it has the same underlying tone.
Hmmm… there’s one guy here who most of us here dislike because his holier than thou attitude. He likes belittling people. Well, now that I think more of it, it does seem like bullying too. There is not need to shame people of their background, existence or even for work they do. Name calling, back stabbing and two-faced bitching aren’t necessary and sometimes you have to know when to hold your tongue.
Every time I hear something comes out from his mouth, it’s all I this, I that. Dia lah paling bagus, dia lah paling hebat. Puuhhhhhhhh…
It hurts when someone told me what this guy called me behind my back. You know, these are the kind of people I ran away from. The people I don’t want to have contact with. Malaysia is full with them bigot. They don’t do what they say, and what they say hardly mean something. They like to exaggerate. Sometimes they just say it to get rid of you, geddit? Or maybe to kiss arse? Who knows?
As much as I want to disassociate myself with such humans, I can’t. We are complex yet intriguing. If it happens just once I can forgive them. Twice, it’s down to stupidity. More than that they are just thick. I might as well ignore them.
Shilpa said don’t dwell on it. Keep your dignity and move on. But you know what? Tonight I felt I lost my cool a little. I felt like smashing his face, or smash anything at all. I nearly break my mugs after I kicked the desk.
Why can’t we respect people for who they are and for what they believe? People have feelings too, man. After all, we are brothers and sisters. I don’t judge you for the color of your skin, or for the bank balance you have. Why should you?
Next time you hear whatever people say behind my back ie budak gemuk, bodoh sombong or whatever, I don’t want to know. They may say it as a joke, but would you be laughing if this is about you?
I do, however, like to mengadu and merajuk about something. Alaaa… dah takde sapa nak mengadu to, so I have to write in my ever faithful blog.
I wonder why the hell can’t people just live peacefully, be thoughtful and happy for one another. Or the least they could do is mind their own business. That way everyone could be assured of a little privacy.
What I want to say has been in the newspapers for the last few weeks. You know the Big Brother hoohaa? This is not really about racism, but it has the same underlying tone.
Hmmm… there’s one guy here who most of us here dislike because his holier than thou attitude. He likes belittling people. Well, now that I think more of it, it does seem like bullying too. There is not need to shame people of their background, existence or even for work they do. Name calling, back stabbing and two-faced bitching aren’t necessary and sometimes you have to know when to hold your tongue.
Every time I hear something comes out from his mouth, it’s all I this, I that. Dia lah paling bagus, dia lah paling hebat. Puuhhhhhhhh…
It hurts when someone told me what this guy called me behind my back. You know, these are the kind of people I ran away from. The people I don’t want to have contact with. Malaysia is full with them bigot. They don’t do what they say, and what they say hardly mean something. They like to exaggerate. Sometimes they just say it to get rid of you, geddit? Or maybe to kiss arse? Who knows?
As much as I want to disassociate myself with such humans, I can’t. We are complex yet intriguing. If it happens just once I can forgive them. Twice, it’s down to stupidity. More than that they are just thick. I might as well ignore them.
Shilpa said don’t dwell on it. Keep your dignity and move on. But you know what? Tonight I felt I lost my cool a little. I felt like smashing his face, or smash anything at all. I nearly break my mugs after I kicked the desk.
Why can’t we respect people for who they are and for what they believe? People have feelings too, man. After all, we are brothers and sisters. I don’t judge you for the color of your skin, or for the bank balance you have. Why should you?
Next time you hear whatever people say behind my back ie budak gemuk, bodoh sombong or whatever, I don’t want to know. They may say it as a joke, but would you be laughing if this is about you?
Sunday, 28 January 2007
You Know I'm No Good
Last Friday I went out with The Candle Girl. You know just to kill time, and also to catch up on a few things. I’ve been friends with her for a few years now, and we chatted a lot but I haven’t talked to her about serious things for quite some times. You know, like things that matter to the heart?
I don’t have anyone here I could talk the way I do with CJ or PS. I wish they were here so that I can rant about my worries, about who I really am, what I really want and about my anguish. I guess The Candle Girl is the only one I am comfortable to talk about all this shit. It’s quite terrifying to open up and to bare all to someone you barely knew even if you know there’s a possibility that they could be good listeners. Like The Black Widow. I admit she is nice and a good friend, but I’m not sure if I can tell her all the things I’m going to confess here.
The Candle Girl and I used to walk down the canals in Skipton talking about our dreams and future. About what we want in life and how to get them. We would buy a bottle of Bacardi Twister and plastic glasses, and as we sipped our drinks, we would talk about our fears and doubts. How I relish that moment when I could pour my heart out and have someone listened and agreed or argued with me. Someone who would share my thoughts, but would not be afraid to stand her ground and tell me otherwise. It was good that we met again for coffee, just the two of us. We had some quality time to actually talk and ponder on things that we entrusted with each other.
The chat didn't revolve just around talks about our dreams or friends anymore. It went much deeper. Maybe I’m a cynic for so long. I’m different when it comes to friendship. The Candle Girl told me what I’ve known for a long time. I give out my trust so easily that I’d end up losing a part of myself. I’d lose faith in people. I know I’m hopeless. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. I like to believe that most people are kind-hearted and of good-natured. I’m readily available to offer my friendship.
I dunno why. Could it be that I want people to want to be my friends? Could it be that I want to hang on to them so that I don’t have to face the real nasty people out there? Could it be that I was born with this traits? Could it be that I refuse to believe and just live in my own world? What? What am I?
Even I’m at loss with myself. Yet, when it comes to love or a lover, I’m the opposite extreme. I hold myself back so much so that I didn’t give love a chance. Not even to explore the possibilities and to grow into something that could engulf my whole life. Deep down, I’m just scared.
Can you see the pattern? I’m way too open when it comes to friendship, but I shot down a chance at love faster than a man can say hello.
I don’t even know if I want to publish this piece. CJ once said that if I ever fall in love I would give everything I have to him. Wholeheartedly. She said that I was so damn generous that I wouldn’t have the heart to refuse anything at all. I’ll be damned!
That ain’t good, innit? You should be able to reserve at least 10 or 20% of yourself. Maybe that is why I always put a stop before it gets any further. Because knowing myself I would give it all and wouldn’t be able to pull my brake. Because if I got under the spell and got my heart broken, I would just crumble. I would be so miserable that you just want to see the back of me.
Gosh! I’m just writing rubbish. I dunno if I’m sane or not. I can’t believe I’m spilling my guts out.
The thing is there’s a nice guy who likes me. Anyway, that’s what everyone is saying. And I like him. We’ve been out and about and we have kissed. The world did spin a little, but I dunno if I want more. I don’t even know if I want to pursue this or commit myself to a relationship.
Is he worth the pain that I’ll be having? Is he going to break my heart? Can I trust him not to lust after another woman? I cannot bear the thought.
Yes. I am very cynical. I truly believe that every man, and I mean every single one of them, no matter how much they say they love you, will eventually break your heart. That they will cheat on their woman sooner or later. It may not be tomorrow, but it will happen in maybe 5 years, or 30 years down the line.
There! I said it. Hah! I’m so terrible that I think Datuk K and Siti will only last 10 years. They’d be lucky to have 15 years together. You know, it's the woman of the moment. Or whatever.
I don’t know if any man can prove me wrong. My father scarred me. Just look at some of my college friends struggling with their marriage lives. Pretty scary I tell you. I always believe that men think with their dicks and they always will. It is, after all, lust taking over their brain. At one point, when I had my heart crushed I hated men. I think I still do, and I don’t trust them. No, not even one bit.
More problems to me then. I admit that I can be very jealous. For me it has to be exclusive or nothing at all. I don’t mind him bonding and going out with his mates as long as it’s not another woman he’s thinking of.
Though I admit there are some rare gems out there, but even they make me sceptical whether they are genuine or not. Whether they would change the direction of their boats when the strong wind blows.
So I put on my shield. Keep moving. Keep the distance. New adventures around the corners otherwise you’ll be in trouble. The truth is I am tender-hearted and very vulnerable. I would offer up my entire being - body, mind, heart and soul, and it would be just pure weakness on my part. I know it doesn’t have to be that way, but that’s how I am.
The Candle Girl asked what am I afraid of?
I dunno, my own heart, I think. That I would sell my soul to the devil.
“It’s the hurt, sweetie. You’re always scared of it.”
She was right, you know.
“You can’t run away from love just because you might get hurt.”
I know. Love hurt, but it also healed. And it was what mattered most in the world. Deep down I know that love was worth the risk but dare I take it? Like the love that my JackJack showed when she beamed up after she saw me and called me Mummy, and the warm flow that I felt in my veins when she wrapped her tiny fingers around me for a hug. I wish I could love a man like I love her unconditionally.
“You have to change.”
My dear friend, I dunno if I can. I wish I can just close my eyes and say this to the man of my dream, “Darling, I’m all yours. Take good care of me.”
I don’t have anyone here I could talk the way I do with CJ or PS. I wish they were here so that I can rant about my worries, about who I really am, what I really want and about my anguish. I guess The Candle Girl is the only one I am comfortable to talk about all this shit. It’s quite terrifying to open up and to bare all to someone you barely knew even if you know there’s a possibility that they could be good listeners. Like The Black Widow. I admit she is nice and a good friend, but I’m not sure if I can tell her all the things I’m going to confess here.
The Candle Girl and I used to walk down the canals in Skipton talking about our dreams and future. About what we want in life and how to get them. We would buy a bottle of Bacardi Twister and plastic glasses, and as we sipped our drinks, we would talk about our fears and doubts. How I relish that moment when I could pour my heart out and have someone listened and agreed or argued with me. Someone who would share my thoughts, but would not be afraid to stand her ground and tell me otherwise. It was good that we met again for coffee, just the two of us. We had some quality time to actually talk and ponder on things that we entrusted with each other.
The chat didn't revolve just around talks about our dreams or friends anymore. It went much deeper. Maybe I’m a cynic for so long. I’m different when it comes to friendship. The Candle Girl told me what I’ve known for a long time. I give out my trust so easily that I’d end up losing a part of myself. I’d lose faith in people. I know I’m hopeless. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. I like to believe that most people are kind-hearted and of good-natured. I’m readily available to offer my friendship.
I dunno why. Could it be that I want people to want to be my friends? Could it be that I want to hang on to them so that I don’t have to face the real nasty people out there? Could it be that I was born with this traits? Could it be that I refuse to believe and just live in my own world? What? What am I?
Even I’m at loss with myself. Yet, when it comes to love or a lover, I’m the opposite extreme. I hold myself back so much so that I didn’t give love a chance. Not even to explore the possibilities and to grow into something that could engulf my whole life. Deep down, I’m just scared.
Can you see the pattern? I’m way too open when it comes to friendship, but I shot down a chance at love faster than a man can say hello.
I don’t even know if I want to publish this piece. CJ once said that if I ever fall in love I would give everything I have to him. Wholeheartedly. She said that I was so damn generous that I wouldn’t have the heart to refuse anything at all. I’ll be damned!
That ain’t good, innit? You should be able to reserve at least 10 or 20% of yourself. Maybe that is why I always put a stop before it gets any further. Because knowing myself I would give it all and wouldn’t be able to pull my brake. Because if I got under the spell and got my heart broken, I would just crumble. I would be so miserable that you just want to see the back of me.
Gosh! I’m just writing rubbish. I dunno if I’m sane or not. I can’t believe I’m spilling my guts out.
The thing is there’s a nice guy who likes me. Anyway, that’s what everyone is saying. And I like him. We’ve been out and about and we have kissed. The world did spin a little, but I dunno if I want more. I don’t even know if I want to pursue this or commit myself to a relationship.
Is he worth the pain that I’ll be having? Is he going to break my heart? Can I trust him not to lust after another woman? I cannot bear the thought.
Yes. I am very cynical. I truly believe that every man, and I mean every single one of them, no matter how much they say they love you, will eventually break your heart. That they will cheat on their woman sooner or later. It may not be tomorrow, but it will happen in maybe 5 years, or 30 years down the line.
There! I said it. Hah! I’m so terrible that I think Datuk K and Siti will only last 10 years. They’d be lucky to have 15 years together. You know, it's the woman of the moment. Or whatever.
I don’t know if any man can prove me wrong. My father scarred me. Just look at some of my college friends struggling with their marriage lives. Pretty scary I tell you. I always believe that men think with their dicks and they always will. It is, after all, lust taking over their brain. At one point, when I had my heart crushed I hated men. I think I still do, and I don’t trust them. No, not even one bit.
More problems to me then. I admit that I can be very jealous. For me it has to be exclusive or nothing at all. I don’t mind him bonding and going out with his mates as long as it’s not another woman he’s thinking of.
Though I admit there are some rare gems out there, but even they make me sceptical whether they are genuine or not. Whether they would change the direction of their boats when the strong wind blows.
So I put on my shield. Keep moving. Keep the distance. New adventures around the corners otherwise you’ll be in trouble. The truth is I am tender-hearted and very vulnerable. I would offer up my entire being - body, mind, heart and soul, and it would be just pure weakness on my part. I know it doesn’t have to be that way, but that’s how I am.
The Candle Girl asked what am I afraid of?
I dunno, my own heart, I think. That I would sell my soul to the devil.
“It’s the hurt, sweetie. You’re always scared of it.”
She was right, you know.
“You can’t run away from love just because you might get hurt.”
I know. Love hurt, but it also healed. And it was what mattered most in the world. Deep down I know that love was worth the risk but dare I take it? Like the love that my JackJack showed when she beamed up after she saw me and called me Mummy, and the warm flow that I felt in my veins when she wrapped her tiny fingers around me for a hug. I wish I could love a man like I love her unconditionally.
“You have to change.”
My dear friend, I dunno if I can. I wish I can just close my eyes and say this to the man of my dream, “Darling, I’m all yours. Take good care of me.”
Thursday, 18 January 2007
How to Look Good Naked
Since the move, I haven’t had my broadband working properly but I’m not complaining. That’s the kind of service you get when things are free anyway.
Last night, I got an email from my casting agency after almost one year of silence. In their email, I was informed that they would like to submit my name for an audition for a program how to look good naked.
Yes. You heard me. Naked. As in N.A.K.E.D.
I laughed because I find it quite funny. I remember telling them that I’m not willing to go topless or bottomless. And they send me this?
They asked for my measurements, weight, height and that kind of stuff. After the holiday season, how could they expect me to be in the same size? Of course I put on weight. I went back home for heaven sake!
So what did I do? Nothing. I brushed it off as silly joke.
But this afternoon, I received a phone call from the agency. The girl I spoke too was very nice even though I turned down the offer to put my name forward. But she warmed me up and in the end she got me to tell her the stuffs.
Hahaha… Some people can be quite persistent, eh?
I’ve heard of the program but I just never watched it. So I dunno who, how, why or what they want people to do in it.
Ironic isn’t it? My friend Dina is promoting her book “I am Muslim”, but here I am talking about appearing naked on telly. Hehe...
Ah well, it’s only for an audition.
Oh by the way, on the way to the internet cafe I received another call from Heidi that they want a picture of me in plain black or white bra and knickers only.
Hahahahahaaaaa.... I'm gonna be a porn star!
Last night, I got an email from my casting agency after almost one year of silence. In their email, I was informed that they would like to submit my name for an audition for a program how to look good naked.
Yes. You heard me. Naked. As in N.A.K.E.D.
I laughed because I find it quite funny. I remember telling them that I’m not willing to go topless or bottomless. And they send me this?
They asked for my measurements, weight, height and that kind of stuff. After the holiday season, how could they expect me to be in the same size? Of course I put on weight. I went back home for heaven sake!
So what did I do? Nothing. I brushed it off as silly joke.
But this afternoon, I received a phone call from the agency. The girl I spoke too was very nice even though I turned down the offer to put my name forward. But she warmed me up and in the end she got me to tell her the stuffs.
Hahaha… Some people can be quite persistent, eh?
I’ve heard of the program but I just never watched it. So I dunno who, how, why or what they want people to do in it.
Ironic isn’t it? My friend Dina is promoting her book “I am Muslim”, but here I am talking about appearing naked on telly. Hehe...
Ah well, it’s only for an audition.
Oh by the way, on the way to the internet cafe I received another call from Heidi that they want a picture of me in plain black or white bra and knickers only.
Hahahahahaaaaa.... I'm gonna be a porn star!
Tuesday, 9 January 2007
of pain and paint
Last week, I had a little project going for me. I came back to the UK knowing that I’d be moving room.
The current one is near perfect and comes with a balcony for lazying around in the summer. However, one thing I could not stand is the leaking and water dripping from the ceiling. There’s a bathroom on the floor above me. No way I could endure that anymore!
I knew that the ground floor room would be vacant on last Wed, and it happens that I knew the boy who lived there so I kinda know the condition of the room. The walls were sorta dirty with ashes and black mark. They looked pretty rundown.
Yet, that didn’t stop me since I plan to paint them all over (with the management approval, of course). The manager told me that he could get Rarebit, the handyman at the block, but I’d rather DIY. First, because I could get it done quicker and second, I was very impatient.
Stopped at Wickes to get cans of paints and I was unable to make up my mind about the colors. I had enough of soft green, and I don’t fancy blue anymore. Not interested in red or purple though I like to have purple hair. After spending more than 2 hours, I decided to use tones to create some sort of depth in the room and finally got a can each of caramel and soft sand.
So, on both Thursday and Friday, I was busy going up and down the ladder. Sampai rasa macam nak tercabut lutut. Looking at the room now, I am very satisfied and happy that it looks the way I want.
Though, I was annoyed with one comment made by a Malay guy who saw me doing the walls. He said, and I quote, “Eh, pompuan pun boleh buat keje ni ke? Ingat kan lelaki je”
Huh?
Hello mister? Ish ish ish… You ingat ni zaman apa? Of course women can do these kind of things when we put our mind to it, except most of us sometimes chose not to. CJ, PS and I did it once when we lived in Bandar Baru Sentul, and as I remember, we had fun doing it.
I can’t imagine a man who lives in the UK saying that. Haven’t he seen any of the DIY home makeover programs on telly? The 60 Minutes Makeover has a lot of handywomen doing the dirty job and I’m sure there are a few other daytime programs.
This guy should at least open his mind to the surrounding. It’s quite embarrassing to be ignorant.
The current one is near perfect and comes with a balcony for lazying around in the summer. However, one thing I could not stand is the leaking and water dripping from the ceiling. There’s a bathroom on the floor above me. No way I could endure that anymore!
I knew that the ground floor room would be vacant on last Wed, and it happens that I knew the boy who lived there so I kinda know the condition of the room. The walls were sorta dirty with ashes and black mark. They looked pretty rundown.
Yet, that didn’t stop me since I plan to paint them all over (with the management approval, of course). The manager told me that he could get Rarebit, the handyman at the block, but I’d rather DIY. First, because I could get it done quicker and second, I was very impatient.
Stopped at Wickes to get cans of paints and I was unable to make up my mind about the colors. I had enough of soft green, and I don’t fancy blue anymore. Not interested in red or purple though I like to have purple hair. After spending more than 2 hours, I decided to use tones to create some sort of depth in the room and finally got a can each of caramel and soft sand.
So, on both Thursday and Friday, I was busy going up and down the ladder. Sampai rasa macam nak tercabut lutut. Looking at the room now, I am very satisfied and happy that it looks the way I want.
Though, I was annoyed with one comment made by a Malay guy who saw me doing the walls. He said, and I quote, “Eh, pompuan pun boleh buat keje ni ke? Ingat kan lelaki je”
Huh?
Hello mister? Ish ish ish… You ingat ni zaman apa? Of course women can do these kind of things when we put our mind to it, except most of us sometimes chose not to. CJ, PS and I did it once when we lived in Bandar Baru Sentul, and as I remember, we had fun doing it.
I can’t imagine a man who lives in the UK saying that. Haven’t he seen any of the DIY home makeover programs on telly? The 60 Minutes Makeover has a lot of handywomen doing the dirty job and I’m sure there are a few other daytime programs.
This guy should at least open his mind to the surrounding. It’s quite embarrassing to be ignorant.
Friday, 5 January 2007
don't wait till she comes, go to her
What a nightmare!
I dunno why Blogger team makes us change to using Google account. I find it terribly annoying and troublesome because I failed to login every time I tried. I can do everything else as usual but that login thing certainly menyusahkan.
Imagine this: Whenever I want to log in, I had to create a new blog just so I could sign in to my blogger/google account. Gila!
Just like the previous years, I don't make a habit of having new year resolutions. I'm sure half the population make this commitment to themselves, yet most would be broken shortly after they were set. What's the point?
Once, I was convinced that having new year resolutions would set my priorities right. First, I would work hard to lose the fat that has been inside me for as long as I could remember. Sure, I was motivated. I workout everyday, and most of the time I would overdo it thinking that I could achieve my goal in short period of time.
Then I told myself I'd find another job. I convinced myself that I hated my current job and it didn't give any on the job orgasms. And I told myself I'd buy a house soon. Get my dream car. Build my business. So on.
Hummmpppp....
Some people have a simpler need. Get married, have a baby, be happy.
Soalan saya: Bahagiakah mereka?
Maybe. But that's not what I want. Just yet.
I tell myself life will be better when I switch jobs, when I have a nicer car, when I take a holiday, when I migrate to another country. Life is just about to start when I do all that.
I get frustrated because all that things happened but the obstacles are the same. I still have ordeals to go through, work to be finished and lots of bills to be paid. I realised these are life.
We create happiness along the way with all the little things that matter.
Stop waiting to lose that 10 pounds, for work to begin, to get married, for Friday evening, for a new car, for summer, for Mr. Right. The time is now.
Though I wouldn't mind losing that 10 pounds!
I dunno why Blogger team makes us change to using Google account. I find it terribly annoying and troublesome because I failed to login every time I tried. I can do everything else as usual but that login thing certainly menyusahkan.
Imagine this: Whenever I want to log in, I had to create a new blog just so I could sign in to my blogger/google account. Gila!
Just like the previous years, I don't make a habit of having new year resolutions. I'm sure half the population make this commitment to themselves, yet most would be broken shortly after they were set. What's the point?
Once, I was convinced that having new year resolutions would set my priorities right. First, I would work hard to lose the fat that has been inside me for as long as I could remember. Sure, I was motivated. I workout everyday, and most of the time I would overdo it thinking that I could achieve my goal in short period of time.
Then I told myself I'd find another job. I convinced myself that I hated my current job and it didn't give any on the job orgasms. And I told myself I'd buy a house soon. Get my dream car. Build my business. So on.
Hummmpppp....
Some people have a simpler need. Get married, have a baby, be happy.
Soalan saya: Bahagiakah mereka?
Maybe. But that's not what I want. Just yet.
I tell myself life will be better when I switch jobs, when I have a nicer car, when I take a holiday, when I migrate to another country. Life is just about to start when I do all that.
I get frustrated because all that things happened but the obstacles are the same. I still have ordeals to go through, work to be finished and lots of bills to be paid. I realised these are life.
We create happiness along the way with all the little things that matter.
Stop waiting to lose that 10 pounds, for work to begin, to get married, for Friday evening, for a new car, for summer, for Mr. Right. The time is now.
Though I wouldn't mind losing that 10 pounds!
Wednesday, 3 January 2007
photos of yesteryear
Leave the footprints, take the memories and keep your heart with you
Flowers at Hyde Park, Oxbridge Boat Race, Chilly spring at Tower Bridge
Up the Brighton booster, market place in Barcelona, mirror image at Catalunya
Colourful city of Krakow, riverview in Torun, pretty face of Nicholas
Flowers at Hyde Park, Oxbridge Boat Race, Chilly spring at Tower BridgeUp the Brighton booster, market place in Barcelona, mirror image at Catalunya
Colourful city of Krakow, riverview in Torun, pretty face of Nicholas
Happy New Year 2007
Without noticing it, the time flies very quickly. It's now 2007 and I think I did not accomplish anything of excellent achievement in 2006. What a waste!
A lot of things has taken toll on me. A lot of pressure and battles I have with myself that I do not know if they were any good. Mind, body and soul.
Blogging has also become the last thing I think of lately. I realised that I manage to put up only 5 posts over the last 2 months. Very disappointing for someone who used to post almost everyday in her old defunct blog.
Anyway, I will try to get rid of this laziness and maybe share more boring stories of my life.
I hope this year will bring more happiness and opportunity. Selamat Tahun Baru
A lot of things has taken toll on me. A lot of pressure and battles I have with myself that I do not know if they were any good. Mind, body and soul.
Blogging has also become the last thing I think of lately. I realised that I manage to put up only 5 posts over the last 2 months. Very disappointing for someone who used to post almost everyday in her old defunct blog.
Anyway, I will try to get rid of this laziness and maybe share more boring stories of my life.
I hope this year will bring more happiness and opportunity. Selamat Tahun Baru
Saturday, 23 December 2006
Malang Tak Berbau
We can never know when an ill-fated incident could happen to us. Sometimes we think that the horrific thing would never happened and when we least expected it, that is when it will happen.
I had the shock of my life when I arrived at my sister’s house in Kedah on the 8th. Everyone greeted me at the door, but I didn’t see my sister. Mana pulak pompuan ni? I spoke to her on the phone so I knew she was at home but I was curious as why she didn’t come out.
As I walked to the kitchen, I saw her walking but I was speechless looking at her blackened face, hands and feet. Muka dia bengkak and hitam abis and she didn’t look like her old self. I was still unable to say anything when I was told that she got burned while she was cooking and it happened 2 days before.
When my BIL changed the gas, he didn’t realized that the tong was a bit smaller that the normal one they used, so the gas comes out little by little until an hour later when Aci bukak the cabinet door, the gas terus sambar and burned the parts that were not shielded by her cloths and trousers. Her hands are worse because she was trying to pull tudung yg tengah terbakar on her.
When this happened, there were quite a lot of relatives at home. A few of them ran to get the water hose and pulled it in the house, but she and my cousin screamed to them not to spray with water because it will trap the heat in the body, thus making it worse, or so they said.
She was warded for a couple of days. According to the doctor, the burn on her face is not too bad as it is only 11% and it will heal within two to four weeks. But the hands and feet are 25% burnt and some of her cell maybe damaged.
I thank God that the skin on her face was healing by the time I left to KL for Ace’s side of the wedding. I don’t mind that we have to cancel our plans to go on vacation with the whole family. I just pray that she will be alright. I know you will, Aci. You are the strongest one among the five of us.
Note: Another accident happened to my mobile phone. It got thrown into the toilet bowl, and now suffers severe depression and had to be warded. Due to this medical condition, I am unable to retrieve Naz's and Mar's numbers. I sincerely apologise because I didn't call and I wouldn't be able to see you like I planned to.
I had the shock of my life when I arrived at my sister’s house in Kedah on the 8th. Everyone greeted me at the door, but I didn’t see my sister. Mana pulak pompuan ni? I spoke to her on the phone so I knew she was at home but I was curious as why she didn’t come out.
As I walked to the kitchen, I saw her walking but I was speechless looking at her blackened face, hands and feet. Muka dia bengkak and hitam abis and she didn’t look like her old self. I was still unable to say anything when I was told that she got burned while she was cooking and it happened 2 days before.
When my BIL changed the gas, he didn’t realized that the tong was a bit smaller that the normal one they used, so the gas comes out little by little until an hour later when Aci bukak the cabinet door, the gas terus sambar and burned the parts that were not shielded by her cloths and trousers. Her hands are worse because she was trying to pull tudung yg tengah terbakar on her.
When this happened, there were quite a lot of relatives at home. A few of them ran to get the water hose and pulled it in the house, but she and my cousin screamed to them not to spray with water because it will trap the heat in the body, thus making it worse, or so they said.
She was warded for a couple of days. According to the doctor, the burn on her face is not too bad as it is only 11% and it will heal within two to four weeks. But the hands and feet are 25% burnt and some of her cell maybe damaged.
I thank God that the skin on her face was healing by the time I left to KL for Ace’s side of the wedding. I don’t mind that we have to cancel our plans to go on vacation with the whole family. I just pray that she will be alright. I know you will, Aci. You are the strongest one among the five of us.
Note: Another accident happened to my mobile phone. It got thrown into the toilet bowl, and now suffers severe depression and had to be warded. Due to this medical condition, I am unable to retrieve Naz's and Mar's numbers. I sincerely apologise because I didn't call and I wouldn't be able to see you like I planned to.
The Wedding Part One
It has been awhile since I last updated the blog after I reached Msia. Up until the 8th of Dec., everything was ok and things went smoothly.
As PS was waiting for the chocolates for the hantaran, CJ and I went straight to Muar the evening after I arrived. Her sisters were anxious and worried that they might have less hantaran if we didn’t get there on time. Nevertheless, we were on time and even managed to check in at the hotel before heading to her house.
She was in the middle of majlis berinai when we got there and she looked absolutely glowing. The atmosphere was very lively, (and noisy) with the karaoke session and the children running around. There was one makcik who kept singing nonstop until we laughed because of her garau voice. At other times, her voice changed to become so halus and high pitched! At least she was cool about it and not ashamed to be singing in public. Kalau I, sure malu punya. Ahaks... nyanyi dlm bathroom aje lah.
At the same time we helped PS’s sister to arrange the last hantaran, the above-said chocolates. Since she wasn't able to move her fingers and grab a handful of chocs, she asked that we hid some for her to eat later. Heh! Some thing never changed.
The next morning we got there quite early since we wanted to be there for the akad. The groom and his family members arrived almost at 10am when we were already at the surau. Amboi! Masa akad suara the groom, I heard, was very slow and soft. Tahan nafas kot?
I told CJ to take pictures of PS as soon as the akad finished, and we caught the funniest expression on her face. We thought she would be ‘terharu’ instead she was ecstatic and secretly clapping her hands, probably in seventh heaven already. Ish ish ish… tak senonoh sungguh kawanku ni.
Before I came home, I made an agreement with Brian that he was to be our photographer so that CJ and I could just enjoy the day, lepaking and meeting friends. Unfortunately, he didn’t turn up since he had an urgent family matter. Dang! But I guess we managed to take some excellent shots, which unfortunately can’t be displayed here.
I’ve never seen PS looking so different. The woman I’ve known for almost 12 years always seemed very youthful, naive and innocent, but on that day I can say that the bride looked extremely exquisite in her green outfit. CJ said she looked a bit like Kyra whateverhernameis the actress.
Whatever it is, I am very happy for her to have met her Ace.
As PS was waiting for the chocolates for the hantaran, CJ and I went straight to Muar the evening after I arrived. Her sisters were anxious and worried that they might have less hantaran if we didn’t get there on time. Nevertheless, we were on time and even managed to check in at the hotel before heading to her house.
She was in the middle of majlis berinai when we got there and she looked absolutely glowing. The atmosphere was very lively, (and noisy) with the karaoke session and the children running around. There was one makcik who kept singing nonstop until we laughed because of her garau voice. At other times, her voice changed to become so halus and high pitched! At least she was cool about it and not ashamed to be singing in public. Kalau I, sure malu punya. Ahaks... nyanyi dlm bathroom aje lah.
At the same time we helped PS’s sister to arrange the last hantaran, the above-said chocolates. Since she wasn't able to move her fingers and grab a handful of chocs, she asked that we hid some for her to eat later. Heh! Some thing never changed.
The next morning we got there quite early since we wanted to be there for the akad. The groom and his family members arrived almost at 10am when we were already at the surau. Amboi! Masa akad suara the groom, I heard, was very slow and soft. Tahan nafas kot?
I told CJ to take pictures of PS as soon as the akad finished, and we caught the funniest expression on her face. We thought she would be ‘terharu’ instead she was ecstatic and secretly clapping her hands, probably in seventh heaven already. Ish ish ish… tak senonoh sungguh kawanku ni.
Before I came home, I made an agreement with Brian that he was to be our photographer so that CJ and I could just enjoy the day, lepaking and meeting friends. Unfortunately, he didn’t turn up since he had an urgent family matter. Dang! But I guess we managed to take some excellent shots, which unfortunately can’t be displayed here.
I’ve never seen PS looking so different. The woman I’ve known for almost 12 years always seemed very youthful, naive and innocent, but on that day I can say that the bride looked extremely exquisite in her green outfit. CJ said she looked a bit like Kyra whateverhernameis the actress.
Whatever it is, I am very happy for her to have met her Ace.
Wednesday, 29 November 2006
the bagel tragedy
I love bagel, especially the classic with smoked salmon and cheese. Isn't that the most wonderful guilty pleasure? Guilty because of the carb, and pleasure for the healthy salmon :)
Last week, I bought the onion and poppy seeds bagels only to throw them away because they were burned everytime I put them in the oven. Hitam semua bagelku! Today, with the last bagel and the last slice of salmon I was determined to get it right.
Tragedy almost happened, but it was still edible and munchable, so makan je lah walaupun dah terlebih gelap.
Bagel, however, must be accompanied with cheese. Unfortunately for the bagel, the cheeses are all in my bags heading to Malaysia gara-gara my sister. Aci ni memang hantu cheese, and now all her sons followed her footstep.
Of all the things they ask to bring back, they want cheese. Orang beli coklat bawak balik, I beli cheese :) Takpe lah kan, setahun sekali je. Lagipun cheese kat sana mahal sangat and takde varieties like you can find here.
Burp!
Opss.. dah kenyang with the hangit bagel.
It's almost 4am. I can't sleep because I fear that if I go to bed, I won't be able to rise on time to catch my flight at ten.
Last night I even dreamt that I missed the flight.
This is my first time flying with Qatar Airways. Done Emirates and I wasn't that impressed with their flight attendants. One particular attendant was rude when she used her foot to point the footrest. It was just unacceptable.
These days flying with Malaysia Airlines is out of the question. By choosing Qatar, I paid £200 less. Banyak tu! The different is just a four-hour transit in Doha. Never mind lah. Apalah sangat 4 hours tu compared to the extra cost. I keje extra 4 jam pun tak dpt gaji sebanyak tu.
Anyway, let's stop merapuing. I received a message from PS and from my nephew. Both messages said they can't wait to see me. Awww... It is nice to know there are people who are waiting for you. Somehow it made me feel extra special and that I am loved.
To be honest, I didn't feel excited about going home until yesterday when I started packing. Then it all dawned to me that I'm going to be in the company of my loved ones, and that's what important.
I love it here, in London, but there are times when I want to feel that I'm needed. However much I want to deny it, there is a gap inside me that long to be among the familiar faces.
Wait no more, Ewok.
I'll be home.
Last week, I bought the onion and poppy seeds bagels only to throw them away because they were burned everytime I put them in the oven. Hitam semua bagelku! Today, with the last bagel and the last slice of salmon I was determined to get it right.
Tragedy almost happened, but it was still edible and munchable, so makan je lah walaupun dah terlebih gelap.
Bagel, however, must be accompanied with cheese. Unfortunately for the bagel, the cheeses are all in my bags heading to Malaysia gara-gara my sister. Aci ni memang hantu cheese, and now all her sons followed her footstep.
Of all the things they ask to bring back, they want cheese. Orang beli coklat bawak balik, I beli cheese :) Takpe lah kan, setahun sekali je. Lagipun cheese kat sana mahal sangat and takde varieties like you can find here.
Burp!
Opss.. dah kenyang with the hangit bagel.
It's almost 4am. I can't sleep because I fear that if I go to bed, I won't be able to rise on time to catch my flight at ten.
Last night I even dreamt that I missed the flight.
This is my first time flying with Qatar Airways. Done Emirates and I wasn't that impressed with their flight attendants. One particular attendant was rude when she used her foot to point the footrest. It was just unacceptable.
These days flying with Malaysia Airlines is out of the question. By choosing Qatar, I paid £200 less. Banyak tu! The different is just a four-hour transit in Doha. Never mind lah. Apalah sangat 4 hours tu compared to the extra cost. I keje extra 4 jam pun tak dpt gaji sebanyak tu.
Anyway, let's stop merapuing. I received a message from PS and from my nephew. Both messages said they can't wait to see me. Awww... It is nice to know there are people who are waiting for you. Somehow it made me feel extra special and that I am loved.
To be honest, I didn't feel excited about going home until yesterday when I started packing. Then it all dawned to me that I'm going to be in the company of my loved ones, and that's what important.
I love it here, in London, but there are times when I want to feel that I'm needed. However much I want to deny it, there is a gap inside me that long to be among the familiar faces.
Wait no more, Ewok.
I'll be home.
Not sure of the right wordings, but this comes from Ada Apa Dengan Cinta?
Ku lari ke hutan
kemudian menyanyiku
ku lari ke pantai
kemudian teriakku
Sepi,
sepi dan sendiri
aku benci
aku ingin bingar
aku ingin di pasar
Bosan aku dengan penat
dan nyah saja kau pekat
seperti berjelaga jika ku sendiri
Pecahkan saja gelasnya
biar ramai yang mengaduh
sampai gaduh
Ada malaikat menyulam
jaring labah-labah belang
di tembok kraton yang putih
Kenapa tak goyangkan saja locengnya
biar terderai
atau aku harus lari ke pantai
belok ke hutan?
kemudian menyanyiku
ku lari ke pantai
kemudian teriakku
Sepi,
sepi dan sendiri
aku benci
aku ingin bingar
aku ingin di pasar
Bosan aku dengan penat
dan nyah saja kau pekat
seperti berjelaga jika ku sendiri
Pecahkan saja gelasnya
biar ramai yang mengaduh
sampai gaduh
Ada malaikat menyulam
jaring labah-labah belang
di tembok kraton yang putih
Kenapa tak goyangkan saja locengnya
biar terderai
atau aku harus lari ke pantai
belok ke hutan?
Saturday, 25 November 2006
updates... updates
Alamak! I better change the song on this blog. Raya dah abis duh... Ahaks.
A month of absence. No pressure, no addiction to blogging. I can't believe that I am now all above it. It's not that I didn't want to blog, but I just didn't have any ideas or the drive to write and even when the ideas came, they flew right out the window the moment I switched on the pc.
As for cik sitikus in the house, I have also made peace with him. We now co-exist without any arguments as I am just so penat of hunting him and trying to kick him out of the room. May you have a long life!
Just a little update in my life.
Two weeks ago, I went on a shopping spree at Cheshire Oaks Shopping Village. It's about 4 hours drive from London, so The Black Widow and I left on Friday night and stayed in a B&B near Chester.
Early Saturday morning we were already there ready for our mission of finding inexpensive stuff. To be honest, I'm not a shopaholic. The last time I emptied my bank account was more than a year ago. So, I guess this time, all the pent-up feeling were finally unleashed.
We went into all stores and tried on almost everything that was there sampaikan both of us lupa nak makan. And, the funny thing was that we didn't manage to finish all the 140 stores that we decided to go again the next day. Gila!
Some items are really cheap and some are not too bad. But the most bargain ones were the 8 pairs of Nike and Puma trainers that Black Widow bought for only £107. That is dirt cheap! And 11 Revlon lipsticks that I got for only £21 is not bad either. Oh not to forget we got bargain CK bras that were going for only £1 or £2 only. The bras were not even in my list but I think at that time, both of us went just absolutely mad and could not believe our luck.
As I drove back, I realised that it was actually fun going for a shopping spree, but not if you do it too often. Bankrupt saya!
The second time I was on high is when, with fellow bloggers, I went to watch Dirty Dancing at Aldwych Theatre. I can't believe I even remember the song sang by Baby's sister (remember with her hula hula and hawaiian skirt?)
At the end of the show, what can I say? Gila best! With the audience singing along, we couldn't ask for a better ending. Read Jane for more review.
Anyway, in 4 days I'd be on my way back to Malaysia. Yaabedabedoooooooo!
A month of absence. No pressure, no addiction to blogging. I can't believe that I am now all above it. It's not that I didn't want to blog, but I just didn't have any ideas or the drive to write and even when the ideas came, they flew right out the window the moment I switched on the pc.
As for cik sitikus in the house, I have also made peace with him. We now co-exist without any arguments as I am just so penat of hunting him and trying to kick him out of the room. May you have a long life!
Just a little update in my life.
Two weeks ago, I went on a shopping spree at Cheshire Oaks Shopping Village. It's about 4 hours drive from London, so The Black Widow and I left on Friday night and stayed in a B&B near Chester.
Early Saturday morning we were already there ready for our mission of finding inexpensive stuff. To be honest, I'm not a shopaholic. The last time I emptied my bank account was more than a year ago. So, I guess this time, all the pent-up feeling were finally unleashed.
We went into all stores and tried on almost everything that was there sampaikan both of us lupa nak makan. And, the funny thing was that we didn't manage to finish all the 140 stores that we decided to go again the next day. Gila!
Some items are really cheap and some are not too bad. But the most bargain ones were the 8 pairs of Nike and Puma trainers that Black Widow bought for only £107. That is dirt cheap! And 11 Revlon lipsticks that I got for only £21 is not bad either. Oh not to forget we got bargain CK bras that were going for only £1 or £2 only. The bras were not even in my list but I think at that time, both of us went just absolutely mad and could not believe our luck.
As I drove back, I realised that it was actually fun going for a shopping spree, but not if you do it too often. Bankrupt saya!
The second time I was on high is when, with fellow bloggers, I went to watch Dirty Dancing at Aldwych Theatre. I can't believe I even remember the song sang by Baby's sister (remember with her hula hula and hawaiian skirt?)
At the end of the show, what can I say? Gila best! With the audience singing along, we couldn't ask for a better ending. Read Jane for more review.
Anyway, in 4 days I'd be on my way back to Malaysia. Yaabedabedoooooooo!
Friday, 20 October 2006
of hide and seek
Sekarang dah pukul 6 pagi tau! One whole night I couldn't sleep. It was all because of you. Isshh... tension sungguh aku dengan budak sekor ni.
I heard about you from other tenants, but I just never thought you would come to me.
At first, I just heard the noises you're making. You never showed your face. You must be scared of me and that's why you don't want to see me, do you?
I tried looking for you, but you just went quiet all of a sudden. I wonder why.
I know there's a cafe downstairs, I guess that must be the reason you have become an illegal tenant, just like your other mates. You don't pay rent. You steal the food. You sleep in our rooms. Dah la tak keje, makan pun nak bersuap ke?
For the last 2 months, I was pretty ok on my own until a few days ago when I had my suspicion that you have invaded my privacy. Can't you just leave me alone?
This morning, I noticed you managed to steal serunding daging. It's going to be raya soon, you silly bugger. Now I don't have serunding to eat with my ketupat. How inconsiderate of you! Thank goodness I still have another packet of serunding to keep me going, but I made sure that is hidden from you.
Over the last few hours, I noticed you have become a little bit daring. You finally showed your face to me. Eh, hello? You're just a little fella. I'm bigger and stronger you know. I will get you this time.
Being hungry makes one become more aggressive and determined. Well, guess what, buddy? I am determined too. Berperang lah kita. You will not be allowed in my place ever again. By hook or by crook I will kick your sorry ass out. I just can't stand you rummaging my place and leaving shits behind. I'm not your maid.
If you want food, go get them at the shops on the street. I'm not a charity. I know you're hungry, but that doesn't entitled you to abuse my place. I saw you running up the steps looking for my serunding. You think I'd leave it there again? Bodoh!
I heard you trying to steal what's left inside the tesco plastic bags. When I called out for you, you stayed hidden. But you can't fool me. I saw you jumping down when you heard me rising from my bed. I opened the door and told you to leave, but you're so stubborn. When you ran, I wanted to smash you so hard with the newspaper that I had in my hand. Lucky you I missed.
But the hunger pang is so strong that you can't afford to stay hidden. When you think it was safe, you slowly came out again. It was like playing hide and seek. I wish I have a baseball bat so that I can hit you so hard that your head just crack. Biar pecah berderai.
I'm not that heartless so I'm going to give you another chance to go quietly. I'd leave the food outside the door and you can eat your heart out. Just don't come back inside. You're not welcome here.
Hey little fella, get lost! If you're still not out from my place by tomorrow night, I'm gonna trap you. Mati kau, tikus!
I heard about you from other tenants, but I just never thought you would come to me.
At first, I just heard the noises you're making. You never showed your face. You must be scared of me and that's why you don't want to see me, do you?
I tried looking for you, but you just went quiet all of a sudden. I wonder why.
I know there's a cafe downstairs, I guess that must be the reason you have become an illegal tenant, just like your other mates. You don't pay rent. You steal the food. You sleep in our rooms. Dah la tak keje, makan pun nak bersuap ke?
For the last 2 months, I was pretty ok on my own until a few days ago when I had my suspicion that you have invaded my privacy. Can't you just leave me alone?
This morning, I noticed you managed to steal serunding daging. It's going to be raya soon, you silly bugger. Now I don't have serunding to eat with my ketupat. How inconsiderate of you! Thank goodness I still have another packet of serunding to keep me going, but I made sure that is hidden from you.
Over the last few hours, I noticed you have become a little bit daring. You finally showed your face to me. Eh, hello? You're just a little fella. I'm bigger and stronger you know. I will get you this time.
Being hungry makes one become more aggressive and determined. Well, guess what, buddy? I am determined too. Berperang lah kita. You will not be allowed in my place ever again. By hook or by crook I will kick your sorry ass out. I just can't stand you rummaging my place and leaving shits behind. I'm not your maid.
If you want food, go get them at the shops on the street. I'm not a charity. I know you're hungry, but that doesn't entitled you to abuse my place. I saw you running up the steps looking for my serunding. You think I'd leave it there again? Bodoh!
I heard you trying to steal what's left inside the tesco plastic bags. When I called out for you, you stayed hidden. But you can't fool me. I saw you jumping down when you heard me rising from my bed. I opened the door and told you to leave, but you're so stubborn. When you ran, I wanted to smash you so hard with the newspaper that I had in my hand. Lucky you I missed.
But the hunger pang is so strong that you can't afford to stay hidden. When you think it was safe, you slowly came out again. It was like playing hide and seek. I wish I have a baseball bat so that I can hit you so hard that your head just crack. Biar pecah berderai.
I'm not that heartless so I'm going to give you another chance to go quietly. I'd leave the food outside the door and you can eat your heart out. Just don't come back inside. You're not welcome here.
Hey little fella, get lost! If you're still not out from my place by tomorrow night, I'm gonna trap you. Mati kau, tikus!
Thursday, 19 October 2006
Do you feel it? Or is it just me?
These days, when Raya comes, everything seems very different from when we were children.
The atmosphere is different. I used to love going to masjid for solat raya with my mom. Not to show off the new baju or shoes but that was the time when mom got to meet her friends before her house was swamped with visitors.
Normally, after we got home, there was little chance for her to get out again until probably late afternoon.
So, it was up to me to deliver all the kueh raya and cakes to the neighbours (kecik-kecik dah keje delivery.. heheh)
As I hardly had any friends in the kampung since I went to school in the city, I didn't go anywhere on the first day. If I wanted to go to friends' house, I had to take the bus and that's only happened on the second or third day.
Normally, my brothers would go to their friends house as soon as the solat ends and they would be back just before midday. So, it was up to me again to be at home helping mom. Well, what do you expect from boys anyway? Takde nye nak tolong in the kitchen sangat pun.
I remember following the kampung kids around to kutip duit raya. We went everywhere, even though we didn't know the hosts. We still went in to drink air sirap and eat a kueh before getting our duit raya. I stopped when I turned 12. Malu.. dah besar kan.
Last year when I went back for raya, I observed that kids these days just stood at the door, salam-ed the hosts and just waited for the duit raya. They didn't even have the decency to go inside the house, which kinda annoy me big time. Semua tunggu nak duit raya je. Some didn't even salam but just ran to the next house as soon as they got what they were after. Kurang sopan sungguh.
Kalau dari kecik tak diajar, dah grow up nanti dah tak makan saman dah. If my nephews and nieces did this, memang dah kena dah ni.
Oh... talking about anak sedara, dah bertambah meriah lagi lah one of my brothers' house. Anak dah semakin ramai. Yang pengsan nya Ucu ni lah. When I'm there, all of them will be like Ucu beli ni, Ucu beli tu, Ucu nak makan ni, Ucu jom main tu. Adoii... penat Ucu korang melayan, but since I go home pun sekali sekala, kasi chan je lah to them kan.
I love it when all of them waiting to hug me when I was at the airport. Even my brothers hugged me without teragak2. When I look back, I find it funny that these alim looking men with goatie hugging a young woman (aheeemm... i young wot) with all the lebai and makcik2 watching. Hehehe... Think whatever you want lah Labuuu.
Before bulan mulia ni ends, I would like to wish my readers well, be it the silent or the chatty ones from all over the world (US, UK, Msia, Brunei, Spore, India, Japan, Switzerland, SouthAfrica, Mexico and a few more countries that I might have missed)
Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin.
May God bless you.
Added: Kak Teh asked if I wanted to join her at Mawar for solat hari raya. Mmm... I dunno lah. Sembahyang wajib pun masih tunggang langgang and terawih pun dah bertahun tak penah pegi, tetiba yang sunat ni nak pi.
I feel like a hypocrite, but hypocrisy is not an excuse not to go. My answer would be Insyaallah.
I'm hoping that raya falls on Sunday. It will be work as usual if it's on Monday and I'd be in Wales. Sigh.
The atmosphere is different. I used to love going to masjid for solat raya with my mom. Not to show off the new baju or shoes but that was the time when mom got to meet her friends before her house was swamped with visitors.Normally, after we got home, there was little chance for her to get out again until probably late afternoon.
So, it was up to me to deliver all the kueh raya and cakes to the neighbours (kecik-kecik dah keje delivery.. heheh)
As I hardly had any friends in the kampung since I went to school in the city, I didn't go anywhere on the first day. If I wanted to go to friends' house, I had to take the bus and that's only happened on the second or third day.
Normally, my brothers would go to their friends house as soon as the solat ends and they would be back just before midday. So, it was up to me again to be at home helping mom. Well, what do you expect from boys anyway? Takde nye nak tolong in the kitchen sangat pun.
I remember following the kampung kids around to kutip duit raya. We went everywhere, even though we didn't know the hosts. We still went in to drink air sirap and eat a kueh before getting our duit raya. I stopped when I turned 12. Malu.. dah besar kan.
Last year when I went back for raya, I observed that kids these days just stood at the door, salam-ed the hosts and just waited for the duit raya. They didn't even have the decency to go inside the house, which kinda annoy me big time. Semua tunggu nak duit raya je. Some didn't even salam but just ran to the next house as soon as they got what they were after. Kurang sopan sungguh.
Kalau dari kecik tak diajar, dah grow up nanti dah tak makan saman dah. If my nephews and nieces did this, memang dah kena dah ni.
Oh... talking about anak sedara, dah bertambah meriah lagi lah one of my brothers' house. Anak dah semakin ramai. Yang pengsan nya Ucu ni lah. When I'm there, all of them will be like Ucu beli ni, Ucu beli tu, Ucu nak makan ni, Ucu jom main tu. Adoii... penat Ucu korang melayan, but since I go home pun sekali sekala, kasi chan je lah to them kan.
I love it when all of them waiting to hug me when I was at the airport. Even my brothers hugged me without teragak2. When I look back, I find it funny that these alim looking men with goatie hugging a young woman (aheeemm... i young wot) with all the lebai and makcik2 watching. Hehehe... Think whatever you want lah Labuuu.
Before bulan mulia ni ends, I would like to wish my readers well, be it the silent or the chatty ones from all over the world (US, UK, Msia, Brunei, Spore, India, Japan, Switzerland, SouthAfrica, Mexico and a few more countries that I might have missed)
Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin.
May God bless you.
Added: Kak Teh asked if I wanted to join her at Mawar for solat hari raya. Mmm... I dunno lah. Sembahyang wajib pun masih tunggang langgang and terawih pun dah bertahun tak penah pegi, tetiba yang sunat ni nak pi.
I feel like a hypocrite, but hypocrisy is not an excuse not to go. My answer would be Insyaallah.
I'm hoping that raya falls on Sunday. It will be work as usual if it's on Monday and I'd be in Wales. Sigh.
Wednesday, 18 October 2006
of scoop and semak
Finally, I'm finished with the event for this year. Last weekend I took a van to Battle for the re-enactment of the Battle of Hastings that changed the course of English history when William the Conqueror defeated King Harold of England.
Apparently it was such a big event that I was so damn busy I didn't even have time to look up at the battles on the showground. I was worried that I might run out of ice cream, which I did. So the next day, I had to call for backups. I asked Mr. C to deliver the stocks and I begged The Black Widow to work with me. Thank goodness for them!
Since the Black Widow was quite slow scooping the ice cream, I told her to be the cashier. Big mistake! To me anyway, cos by the end of the day I felt my arms macam nak terlucut. We sold 900 cones and 700 tubs!
Got back home rather late since the traffic was horrendous with cars driving out of Battle, and even after we got home I could not rest just yet because I had to wait for the parking space to clear out for my van. What a day!
While we were waiting in the Black Widow's room, she showed me some pictures. One of them being a picture of a special function and everyone had to wear 'protocol' costume. No offense to our baju kurung, but when I saw that photo I told her it looks so semak.
I think it's the different patterns of the kurung that makes the photo jadi semak and berserabut.
Engkau tu yang semak, she said to me. Heheheh...
Just look at some of your office photos and you know what I mean. These days, I prefer simple kosong pattern rather than the berbunga2 one. But when raya comes, I haven't got any baju kurung with me at all. Not that I will wear it anyway.
I remember going to a friend's wedding last Nov in KL wearing my jeans. Nobody said anything, but I did feel slightly uncomfortable since I was on my own. None of my other friends turned up. Hmmmmm... I promise I will not go to a wedding alone again. Never!
Anyway, I didn't realise that raya is on the weekend. I was planning to go out on a date with that Gentleguy from work so I had to cancel the date, again. We have been planning for the first date like forever! Entahlah... macam takde rezeki je.
Apa nak buat? Tunggu and lihat je lah.
Apparently it was such a big event that I was so damn busy I didn't even have time to look up at the battles on the showground. I was worried that I might run out of ice cream, which I did. So the next day, I had to call for backups. I asked Mr. C to deliver the stocks and I begged The Black Widow to work with me. Thank goodness for them!
Since the Black Widow was quite slow scooping the ice cream, I told her to be the cashier. Big mistake! To me anyway, cos by the end of the day I felt my arms macam nak terlucut. We sold 900 cones and 700 tubs!
Got back home rather late since the traffic was horrendous with cars driving out of Battle, and even after we got home I could not rest just yet because I had to wait for the parking space to clear out for my van. What a day!
While we were waiting in the Black Widow's room, she showed me some pictures. One of them being a picture of a special function and everyone had to wear 'protocol' costume. No offense to our baju kurung, but when I saw that photo I told her it looks so semak.
I think it's the different patterns of the kurung that makes the photo jadi semak and berserabut.
Engkau tu yang semak, she said to me. Heheheh...
Just look at some of your office photos and you know what I mean. These days, I prefer simple kosong pattern rather than the berbunga2 one. But when raya comes, I haven't got any baju kurung with me at all. Not that I will wear it anyway.
I remember going to a friend's wedding last Nov in KL wearing my jeans. Nobody said anything, but I did feel slightly uncomfortable since I was on my own. None of my other friends turned up. Hmmmmm... I promise I will not go to a wedding alone again. Never!
Anyway, I didn't realise that raya is on the weekend. I was planning to go out on a date with that Gentleguy from work so I had to cancel the date, again. We have been planning for the first date like forever! Entahlah... macam takde rezeki je.
Apa nak buat? Tunggu and lihat je lah.
Thursday, 12 October 2006
of cooking and stars
Malam ni dengan sukacitanya I went cooking at friends' place by the river in Deptford. We have been planning to do the makan session for ages, but we never got the chance.
Everybody seems to be busy. In London, if you want to meet friends, you have to ask if they were free on such and such date. They'll check their diaries and get back to you whether it's ok or no go. You have to book a slot in their diaries. That's how it is. None like good ol' malaysian friends. You call them say 'weyyy, jom teh tarik?' and off you go.
It has been, say 6 or 7 months since I last cooked a proper meal. Man! That long? I mean I do eat proper meal ie rice and dishes, but all that were mostly tapaued from Mawar or Nahar.
I still hadn't decided what to cook though. It was for a party of 4 and we go way back when we all first started our job in the UK together. We are all at ease with each other, no pretence whatsoever. We had the same humble beginning and we used to live together at some point.
And all of them love my cooking. Heh! Though I know that Agy cannot stand hot and spicy food, but knowing her she won't be able to resist any of them. She would just leave out the gravy.
So, Kfiatek and I met at the Blackwells on Charing Cross, browsing for books before heading to China Town. I set my eyes on Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro and The Time Traveller's Wife. Just can't wait to get started.
Anyway, we were browsing at one supermarket when I finally decided I would make meehoon goreng with lotsa taugeh, fish balls, fish cakes, veggies and some campak-campak chicken dish. Imagine me trying to whip something simple after hanging up my senduk for months. Not a pretty sight, but I guess it's just like riding a bike. It came straight back just like that.
Having Kfiatek as my slave to chop all the veggies makes it easier. In the end, I enjoyed it very much and I'm sure they did too.
Thank goodness I didn't drive to their place or else I would not be able to drive back. I was so full, and I don't think I'd be having any sahur this morning. It's quite warm even though it was raining earlier and considering that we are already in Oct.
As I was walking back from the Bond Street station, I looked up and saw a few stars. I know it's already morning in Malaysia, but if you looked up at the sky tonight, we might be seeing the same stars.
Everybody seems to be busy. In London, if you want to meet friends, you have to ask if they were free on such and such date. They'll check their diaries and get back to you whether it's ok or no go. You have to book a slot in their diaries. That's how it is. None like good ol' malaysian friends. You call them say 'weyyy, jom teh tarik?' and off you go.
It has been, say 6 or 7 months since I last cooked a proper meal. Man! That long? I mean I do eat proper meal ie rice and dishes, but all that were mostly tapaued from Mawar or Nahar.
I still hadn't decided what to cook though. It was for a party of 4 and we go way back when we all first started our job in the UK together. We are all at ease with each other, no pretence whatsoever. We had the same humble beginning and we used to live together at some point.
And all of them love my cooking. Heh! Though I know that Agy cannot stand hot and spicy food, but knowing her she won't be able to resist any of them. She would just leave out the gravy.
So, Kfiatek and I met at the Blackwells on Charing Cross, browsing for books before heading to China Town. I set my eyes on Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro and The Time Traveller's Wife. Just can't wait to get started.
Anyway, we were browsing at one supermarket when I finally decided I would make meehoon goreng with lotsa taugeh, fish balls, fish cakes, veggies and some campak-campak chicken dish. Imagine me trying to whip something simple after hanging up my senduk for months. Not a pretty sight, but I guess it's just like riding a bike. It came straight back just like that.
Having Kfiatek as my slave to chop all the veggies makes it easier. In the end, I enjoyed it very much and I'm sure they did too.
Thank goodness I didn't drive to their place or else I would not be able to drive back. I was so full, and I don't think I'd be having any sahur this morning. It's quite warm even though it was raining earlier and considering that we are already in Oct.
As I was walking back from the Bond Street station, I looked up and saw a few stars. I know it's already morning in Malaysia, but if you looked up at the sky tonight, we might be seeing the same stars.
Saturday, 7 October 2006
of studio and sugar level
Yesterday, The Mentor and The Grey Hair were guests on Ready Steady Cook. The Grey Hair was a green pepper and The Mentor was a red tomato. It's pudding week so they took our ice cream along.
Quite cheeky The Mentor! She asked her family and me to come along to the studio to vote for her. Hehe...
I brought along The Black Widow, and both of us were excited to be on the set. I thought that the set looks bigger in telly and they look so neat.
Ainsley was faboulous and he was funny as ever. He hardly makes any mistakes therefore they didn't have to retake the scenes. The two guest chefs were James Tanner (isn't he cute and hot?) and Phil Vickery.
As they were filming it, they actually did it within the time slot given. All the preps and cooking, it looks like it was live. However, after the show The Mentor said that when she was asked to separate the eggs, they were already separated but were put back in the shells. Heh.. so now we know how they make it looks so easy and fast! Everything was prepared beforehand.
Being in the audience is a lot of hard work too, you know. We have to cheers, clap, make suitable sounds ie ooooohhh, aaahhh, ooooooo, woooooww etc. When Ainsley asked the audience to vote, you thought that the audience voted straight away didn't you? Nope, we didn't vote.
We waited until the contestants and chefs leave the set for a couple of minutes. It was because one of the regular chefs (Brian Turner) hates it when the audience didn't vote for him. What a sore loser!
Anyway, The GH won and The Mentor had to make do with a hamper. For health and safety reason, the audience can't sample the food. However, as the guests of the participants, we were escorted to the cafe area where we got to sample (I didn't just sample them, I eat them!) all the desserts that were made minutes before.
My favorite were the Chilli Mango and one that I didn't know the name. What a treat! I only break fast with a grape and water, and seeing all the puddings made me go crazy. My sugar level just shoots up to the ceiling!
I had a good time seeing the filming of the show. For me, broadcasting and filming are just wicked.
The show is scheduled on 30 Oct., so watch it! If we were lucky, we can see ourselves during the voting time.
Quite cheeky The Mentor! She asked her family and me to come along to the studio to vote for her. Hehe...I brought along The Black Widow, and both of us were excited to be on the set. I thought that the set looks bigger in telly and they look so neat.
Ainsley was faboulous and he was funny as ever. He hardly makes any mistakes therefore they didn't have to retake the scenes. The two guest chefs were James Tanner (isn't he cute and hot?) and Phil Vickery.
As they were filming it, they actually did it within the time slot given. All the preps and cooking, it looks like it was live. However, after the show The Mentor said that when she was asked to separate the eggs, they were already separated but were put back in the shells. Heh.. so now we know how they make it looks so easy and fast! Everything was prepared beforehand.
Being in the audience is a lot of hard work too, you know. We have to cheers, clap, make suitable sounds ie ooooohhh, aaahhh, ooooooo, woooooww etc. When Ainsley asked the audience to vote, you thought that the audience voted straight away didn't you? Nope, we didn't vote.
We waited until the contestants and chefs leave the set for a couple of minutes. It was because one of the regular chefs (Brian Turner) hates it when the audience didn't vote for him. What a sore loser!
Anyway, The GH won and The Mentor had to make do with a hamper. For health and safety reason, the audience can't sample the food. However, as the guests of the participants, we were escorted to the cafe area where we got to sample (I didn't just sample them, I eat them!) all the desserts that were made minutes before.My favorite were the Chilli Mango and one that I didn't know the name. What a treat! I only break fast with a grape and water, and seeing all the puddings made me go crazy. My sugar level just shoots up to the ceiling!
I had a good time seeing the filming of the show. For me, broadcasting and filming are just wicked.
The show is scheduled on 30 Oct., so watch it! If we were lucky, we can see ourselves during the voting time.
Thursday, 5 October 2006
kad raya or orang yang raya?
I am not the kind of person who would normally send kad raya, but this year dah buang tabiat dah agaknya. I bought ten cards but for whom, I have no idea yet.
A friend is selling them, so I thought I'll help her out with a bit of marketing on this blog.
Those who are interested to buy them, there are two designs as displayed. Simple yet
very nice.
The card costs £0.80 each. If any of you are interested in purchasing them, please email me or leave a message.
A friend is selling them, so I thought I'll help her out with a bit of marketing on this blog.
Those who are interested to buy them, there are two designs as displayed. Simple yet
very nice.The card costs £0.80 each. If any of you are interested in purchasing them, please email me or leave a message.
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