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31st August, 2006.

Finally, I’ve got to watch the fireworks again this year.
The whole street between Ikea and Ikano was filled with a massive crowd, celebrating the independence day of our nation.

This year’s celebration gave me a whole new meaning on what the country’s independence is to me.

It made me re-think; what are the real characteristics of being a true Malaysian.

It gave me the realization of competing on a fair leveled field.

seeing the real picture

There was one time I was having a breakfast with my colleague this morning. I was waiting for her at the bank when she drew money from the bank.

There was a pretty man made pond at the entrance. A small waterfall was there, such a pretty side. There were a lot of huge but cute carp fishes, all golden, red and silvery white. But there was this one and only gray koi fish, amongst the other shiny fishes.

I watched the gray fish swimming gracefully along with the rest. No matter how different it is from the rest, it has its own uniqueness and beauty, and those other fishes are around swimming in random directions, all in one.

Perhaps that is the beauty. Perhaps the oddness and the strangeness of one single member of the community that complete the rest.

The fish was born to be gray. It doesn’t deserve to try to be gold or silver, no matter what people think. It’s just they way it is.

I remembered when I was small. I discovered myself when I liked to be with my elder male cousin. And then in primary I learnt to have ‘close friends’ and tend to get jealous when I saw that they were even communicating with other people. It was like a feeling that made me want to protect them from being close to anyone else.

They say that the boarding school is a major influence in shaping what I am. True, to certain extent. I became more music literate; I got to know very special friends that I still keep in touch even when they have their own family. I even got a little intimidated by guys because of the isolation and pressure that I get in school (partly because of my own fault too). It shaped up my self survival, but had already tarnished by social skills towards trying to communicate with people.

BUT. The boarding school is not the factor that shaped me the uniqueness that I am. I was born with it. Actually the boarding school was the force which tried to change what I am, to what the society wanted me to be, but too bad, I am what I am.

I was pressured in school by the seniors since I was different, and because of that I wrote a letter in second year in school to mom. Soon after she read the letter, she came to the school to meet me.

I met her at the school office and she was in tears. I actually can’t really express what I felt at that time. The best way to describe it was: no feeling at all. Should I be ashamed? Should I be sad? Should I be angry of myself? Should I feel at fault?

Mom bought me to various kinds of resolutions which are not really resolutions at all. She called an ustaz that mocked me.

“Oh, ingatkan perempuan tadi, suara macam perempuan.”

Like, what the? I DID NOT MAKE A FEMININE VOICE. It was just a lame joke just trying to cheer me up at the wrong time and technique.

And he was going on with his lectures of everything that as if I did know.

After that mom brought me to an old mosque. There was this old guy who is said having his magic of curing people. I was given something like a bottle of “holy water” and I was advised to drink it regularly. And you guys know, I hate drinking plain water. But I obediently did.

The water did not help. The funny thing was, I left the bottle in the class and the next thing was; I came and saw it empty.

And people wondered why suddenly got other people screwing up inside the school. Probably they drank the wrong water!

At the same time, I also tried to get involved in this effort. I kept a file with lots paper cutting of pretty girls, from red lipped girls in the make up advert, and Nicole Kidman from Batman Forever. Yeah, she was like, wow. So pretty and dazzling.

At the end the whole file was lost. I supposed other people are keen to steal and keep those pictures for their collection. I was not disappointed though. Oh, I still remembered that the forty cent paper file was red in color.

Anyway. I have decided firmly on my life. This is what I am no matter what people say. They might say it’s like I am against people trying to “help me turning back” but the thing is, how can I possibly “turn back” when there is NO “back” at the first place? I was not once the person that people wanted me to be since I was small. So I am just what I am. There is no “back” or “forward”. It’s just the same ol’ me like it has always is.

So here it is, the gray koi along with the rest. Love it dearly, because it completes the whole pond.

let's face the music and dance

(sung by Robbie Williams, live at Royal Albert Hall)

There may be trouble ahead
But while there's music and moonlight and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance

Before the fiddlers have fled
Before they ask us to pay the bill and while we still have the chance
Let's face the music and dance

Soon we'll be without the moon, humming a different tune and then
There may be teardrops to shed
So while there's moonlight and music and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance

promoting people's blog (again)

I was browsing through the net and I found this journal site of a radical thinking photographer (so what I thought). I did not have the chance to really read all his postings, but I happened to read one which is really sizzling hot (yeah, the one with the Malaysian racism thingy) and I could see that all his photography masterpieces are GOOD. Sadly, he has planned to stop writing online journals already.

Anyway. Am going to read all the postings in his archive soon..

http://twiart.blogspot.com/

a very big sigh

You can check out this link of never ending commented blog entry:

http://twiart.blogspot.com/2006/03/55-interesting-facts-about-racism-in.html

Oh. My. God.
It's a scary world outside my closely knitted different racial small group.
My group of friends fight over all the stupid silly things; EXCEPT racial issues.

Gosh.

my Sunday lunch (part 3)

Ah, finally I was in Damansara again.

I slump myself on the floor of private teacher’s house and everyone had just eaten the lunch brought by him from his home town. Yeah, that was my third lunch. But I took just a bit because I was already bloated with wedding rice and bad Western food.

After watching the musical Rent with them, I rode my bike to the pool and only got myself ten laps of swimming. My stamina level was low again. Either because I was bloated with food, or because I haven’t swam these few days due to no transportation and rainy evenings.

After that I had a good simple grocery shopping spree with the gang at Tesco. My total purchase was less than twenty bucks:

Chicken meatballs,
Magee noodles,
Baby corn and carrots,
(yeah I plan to eat noodles when it rains)

And a new small bottle of Lucidol hair wax. The one I am using now is going to finish soon.

Oh, and I was driving pakar saintis’s car and I was so distracted. Got lost a few times. (Not gonna blog about it. Let the rest do.)

Sekian adanya my Sunday activities.

my Sunday lunch (part 2)

I had just stepped my foot on Damansara ground when suddenly dad called me up and urged me to go to KL and attend a wedding of my mom’s relative side. This side is the Terengganu-Kuantan descendants and they are some sort of the wealthier type of people. To make it clear, actually they are the family of my mom’s cousin, and my mom used to grow up with these people since last time her own family was poor. She was sort of adopted by this family.

Years already that my family have not met this side of the bloodline, so I wondered what will happen when we were at the wedding. When we arrived there, mom and my other siblings were already done and they were about to go back home.

So it was just me and dad, being the late-comers.

We entered the banquet hall, and the whole thing was semi-lavish, with yellow (wilting) roses everywhere, and the wedding couple were taking last few photos with the family and friends.

Before hand, I and dad queued at the buffet table and since I was full with The Coast lunch, I decided to just take a bit of the food to taste.

After eating, now is the moment that we are waiting for. Prepare a plastic smiley friendly face, and greet the long lost relatives.

Most of the time dad will lead me and I will shake and kiss the hands of granny-cousin, auntie-cousin, in a prim and proper way. I was already wearing my new pink Seed shirt and a new pair of jeans, so I looked just perfect for the day.

And I also had to meet with the Dato’ and his wife the Datin, and this Dato’ (who have a set of daughters but sons: none) was so keen on me. I could see it when his eyes was weirdly shining and he keep on patting me on my neck, and grip on my arm so hard. “Ini kalau bertumbuk tengah jalan pun tak kenal ni,” he jokingly said, meaning that I look really different now.

I put on the most charming smile to all these people and my father had to spoil the moment (I know his intend was to ‘help me during awkward moments’) when it came to the part that they were asking me the cliché ‘what are you doing now?’.



Relative:: So what are you doing now? Where do you work?

Blondie:: I am doing computer. I am working in the middle of KL-

Dad:: -He still hasn’t finished his studies yet. Sikittt saja lagi.



Dang. And it happened a few times you know.

And then there was conversation between dad and them, on “where are you staying now”, and “how’s business”, and things like that- before the actual awkward moment came. All of us will be standing rigidly and keep silent because of nothing in common to talk about; and then dad excused himself and me, to meet another relative. Very the.


And then we were done. I went to my bike to Damansara, and dad into his car to KL.


Can’t forget that awkward moment though.

my Sunday lunch (part 1)

Yesterday was a full Sunday. I mean, my tummy was full.

It started with a friend who met me at Plaza Damas, Hartamas, at lunch hour. After he was done with his job at the spa, he treated me the first lunch of the day at The Coast. The design theme was something like TGIF or Chillis, but a bit less pricey on the food.

I ordered bolognaise and he ordered a whole chicken leg meal thingy. There were only the two of us in the whole restaurant, but it took ages for the food to arrive.

And then the food arrived.

For six bucks you can actually get a very delicious plate of bolognaise at Pizza Hut, but for ten bucks, the bolognaise at The Coast was almost not edible at all. It was horrible, the worst pasta I have ever tasted in my life. I am not exaggerating ya. At least the cheap 2 bucks bolognaise from 7 Eleven was edible even though it tasted like sardine.

And as for my friend’s food, he requested more veggies to exchange with the fries. The veggies were in really huge chunks, (perhaps their knife suddenly shattered or something like that) and the veggies were already been inside the fridge for quite some time already. They were squishy, the cauliflowers are a bit yellow, and when you press the carrots, water will come out. And the pineapple slice was fried on a dirty pan and one side of it was black. The whole chicken was dry, there was no gravy at all.

I requested cheese powder and he requested gravy to ‘repair’ our lunch.

The cheese powder arrived, and it tasted really funny. The smell was strong it almost made me cough. And as for the gravy, it was plain barbeque sauce, straight from the bottle, not modified at all by the whoever inside the kitchen that they might call ‘the chef’.

I quickly gobbled up my food to get over with it already. I was hungry anyway. Then after I was done, I tried the carrots in my friend’s plate, yeah, they tasted really… sucks. And my friend tried my cheese powder, and actually the cheese powder is already expired. No wonder the smell was so chemically strong.

The bill total was more than thirty bucks, so we got the free ice cream inside fried tortilla. The tortilla was fried until it curved like the shape of an uneven bowl, and they put the vanilla ice cream inside, with strawberry syrup.

And then when that dessert came…

The tortilla was like the Indian ‘pepedem’ (excuse my spelling) and because of the funny bowl shape of it, each time you want to scoop the ice cream with your spoon, the whole thing will spin. And the cheap vanilla ice cream actually tasted like ‘jagung’ ice cream.

My goodness. At least we all know that we SHOULD NOT go to THE COAST at Plaza Damas.

Don’t say I never warn you.

the phone.

I read this comic strip from the newspaper recently. It’s about a guy and his pet dog which can talk (comic strips, all the animals can talk). Before I completely forget about it, I want to put it down here.

Owner)) Hey, you have been too long on the phone. Hang up.

Doggie)) Why?

Owner)) Who knows there would be an emergency call and cannot reach?

Doggie)) Have you ever got an emergency call before?

Owner)) Err.. no.

Doggie)) You never ever ever got an emergency call before? When was the last time you had one?

Owner)) ….

Doggie)) Oh, dear. *stern face* You are really, really really overdue. Somebody might be calling you by now-

Owner)) *panicking* Hang up the phone NOW!!!

about swimming and music

Yesterday it rained cat and dogs and cows again. So I only got to go home at seven after the rain subdued.

After reaching home, I called Miss Koh for dinner. Miss Koh was coincidentally cooking dinner, so I just hopped in.

Then we went for a swim at the pool. I was like doing half of my laps, and then Miss Koh wanted to do his “I want to teach you butterfly strokes” again.

This time I just give in, and actually hey it was not that bad. My “butterfly” strokes, hopefully it could be called as butterfly strokes, made me move from the edge to the center of the pool. Perhaps with “a few” practices, it would improve.

I already got a bit bored with my collection of wind symphony mp3s, so I went through Miss Koh’s collection of wind orchestra CDs. Now I have decided to rip and listen to heavier pieces, such as Clowns by Parker, of grade five. Other than that are pieces by McBeth and Barnes. This is considered a good thing, to improve my music appreciation to another level. LOL.

To think that you can actually get permanent residence in Singapore, and they have a very strong music conservatory there, sometimes I dream of going there and get a job and do part time studying in trumpet.

I don’t know, it’s just a sweet, sweet dream.

malaysia oh malaysia

Was it UPM which had this racial argument on the controversial Ethnic Relations text book? I was on the way to the office and I saw something about “Students request.. (can’t read that fast).. UPM”.

My goodness. Some people are really trying to fight their ideology, no matter what the consequences would be. This is Malaysia, and we do have a constitution that has already been agreed, no matter how bizarre and unfair the content seem to be. The country is formed within a very crucial set of formulae; making it extremely different than even the closest neighboring countries; Thailand and Singapore. Same kind of faces; different kind of policies.

I mostly agree with what these high spirited students are trying to fight about, but like a friend of my friend, she’s into communism yet she do not really go and fight about that. No, I am not into communism; that is already out of the point.

I really hope these things would come to a good end. It’s a bit worrying. And I really hope that the leaders would be more transparent and fair. It’s very bad to take advantage and misuse the rights that they have.

Yesterday I was browsing through my friend’s huge collection of classical CDs, and I found this CD recording performed by the UPM Symphony Orchestra. It was impressive. They played true classical pieces, such as one piano concerto written by Tchaikovsky. That was in year 2001. Today, the whole music faculty including the orchestra was closed, because the concluded reason was that the Chinese students have outnumbered the Malays. The administration could even come out to the solution of completely close down the whole department, regardless that it already has quality or not. Imagine that. GOSH.

Anyway, I am just telling something that I feel, and I am no activist to go and fight about it. I just prefer the whole country to be at peace rather than small disputes been taken too seriously and unwanted clashes would happen.

Maybe it’s the imperfectness that makes the whole world perfect.

the thing that made me could not sleep

I badly need my sleep but I am restless now. I have said something seems to me as a small matter but it has already taken seriously by the offended.

I joked something about dancing (you know, the dance-at-the disco type of dance) to two different girls at two different dates. What I thought as an innocent joke has actually been interpreted as something very crude, and I have actually insulted these two sweet and happening cool girls.

Maybe it is seen as not respecting the whole womankind, or as under-estimating them, or as making fun of them, or such, but the point is, guys out there: if you want to be gentlemen and not offending the girls;

DO COMPREHEND THIS CRUCIAL FORMULA:

Girls + Dance + Jokes = A very big insult to the feminine race.

No matter how harmless it sounded to you, but actually you are a jerk if you do not follow this thing, like me.

Twice happened, and I have already now learnt the lesson.

One girl actually wrote a blog about it, and the other one acted very weird soon after that. Girls, I am really sorry for being a total jerk. It supposed not to mean anything bad, just a cute usikan from me, but sadly it was not cute, in fact it’s a horrid rude insult because it meant differently to you.

Do accept my apology.

my extremely short drama

I was really in bad psychology. Really need to leave the office and get something.

I went to the news stand. And had to pick.

One can of Milo. Drank it, finished it, chucked it in the bin.

Not enough. Had to make another pick again.

Sampoerna Green.

Blackforest Cadbury.

Sampoerna.

Cadbury.

Sampoerna.



I grabbed the Cadbury.



Passed another smaller news stand and I was tempted again.

Luckily that news stand do not sell Sampoerna. If not, I am official again.



Stupid DBKL.

only because of a piece of card

My day started with a trip to the Kek Seng Motor Work Shop. I had to pay forty bucks for the headlight. To those who goes to Kek Seng, it will be moving to Bangsar. The whole row of shophouses will be demolished to give way to new development. “Macam Bukit Bintang,” the auntie said.

Next finally I decided to do my MyCard at Maju Junction. I saw the pavements at Maju Junction were full of parking bikes, so I joined and parked mine too.

Like usual, it took me hours until lunch hour to get my details registered, and my photo being taken.

I finally went out from the building and going to rush to the office.

I went to look for my bike, amongst the few bikes left there.

I looked and looked. My bike was not there.

Another guy was wandering aimlessly and I think that his bike is missing too.

Then a group of three or four were talking about it.

The city council DBKL confiscated all the bikes which parked illegally; and we should be walking by then towards the DBKL building.

So with my heavy bag, I walked to the building, in the hot afternoon.

It was embarrassing but thank goodness the officer that I approached was friendly. He said all bikes are sent to the DBKL center nearby Tawakal.

I had to do the adventure that I do not need. I took an LRT towards Titiwangsa. The DBKL center was just nearby.

More adventure. The friendly officer there [good thing they are all friendly] informed to me that the bikes confiscated in today’s operation were sent to Jinjang.

Jinjang!

I do not know which one is a suck of your life; to pay a fine of 300 for an illegal parked car or to travel the whole Kuala Lumpur (just by walking and by the public transport) to figure out how to get back your bike (and at the end you still don’t get your bike). And you discovered that it is actually in Jinjang. At the same time you are still having the fear of wondering whether really your missing bike was taken by the authorities; or in the worst case, stolen by someone else. God forbid. I am like amputated now.

I had no choice but to get on the LRT and go down at Hang Tuah. And it took me like forever to walk pass Bukit Bintang Plaza and finally arrive at my office.
I was hot and stinky. I took a bath in the office wash room and used my swimming towel.

I am still worrying about my missing bike, but what’s the use? I can only do something tomorrow.

I was already doing fine without a bloody new MyCard, and when I decided to renew my IC, this happened.

the new datin

The mosque was attended by a lot of VIPs, including royalties and wives of ministers, to witness the akad nikah of Datin Siti Nurhaliza Taruddin with her husband, Dato Khalid Jiwa.

Thanks to my friend who informed me, I got the chance to watch the re-run of the telecast last evening, on TV3.

After the official verbal akad nikah was done, the exchanging of rings happened. Siti got a Bvlgari ring and it was sparklingly huge. And after she kissed the husband’s hand, she got a kiss on her forehead.

That was when my emotions started to well up inside me, and I finally sobbed as Siti was in tears, hugging her father, her brother and those who are close to her. Yeah, I know, it’s silly.

After all these years knowing her and favoring for her, now I realized that I do care for her.

All good wishes for her new phase in life.

mi casa, mi passionita

Sila sentap melihat gambar rumah yang indah di atas [that refers to me too]
Yeah, let's say it altogether, "Mak sentap...!! Mak sentap..!!"

The picture above is the house which entered Remaja magazine for the decoration section in March 2006, a month before my house did.

Anyway. How did I get so engrossed in interior decorating? It all started when I saw my brother’s plain red but comfortable piece of comforter that mom bought for him, instead of a blanket. Because a comforter can be used as a substitute for mattress if there’s need for that.

So, I wanted a comforter on my own. We went to Carrefour, and there I discovered a lot of comforter sets, in various designs. My first was a cheap one, and the color was ugly green and yellow.

From there I window shopped at Sungei Wang and made a discovery: you can actually buy quilt covers and use them to change how your comforter look like, instead of buying new comforters!

So my first quilt cover was a Martex from USA, white with red and black triangular patterns.

From there I progress to match the whole room [when I stayed in the dorm] and the craze spread from fetish on quilt covers to the appearance of the whole room, to the theme of the whole hall. It was infectious.

I started with English theme with a lot of flowers and floral patterns and pastel colors. And then I decided that it's too makcik-makcik so I switched to Asean-Indo-Chinese fused with modern-and-sleek theme.

And one fine day my house entered the magazine in April 2006, [although it is not as cosy and classy as the picture above], and that’s a sweet 25th birthday gift for me.

my weekend 'adventure'

Yesterday was a me-on-my-own Sunday. My favorite Spurt goggles (at the center joint between the lenses) has split into two, due to regular usage; so I had to go to One Utama and get a new pair. I went to Jusco and all that they have is the Ogival brand. I went to the Arena boutique and they cost like fifty each. At last I went to Parkson and bought myself a blue pair of Arena goggles worth 27 bucks.

There were much more ‘wow’ goggles too, like what the makcik promoter said, “Yang ni lawa ni, khas untuk dipakai lelaki tampan. Kalau pakai ramai anak dara suka ni.” Yeah, and that would burn a hole in my pocket. Seventy bucks for a pair? Forget it. I will still look tampan without wearing those.

That day I bumped into an old school mate. He shaved his whole head, which doesn’t suit him at all. Anyway, the plastic conversation goes like this:

me}} Are you alone?

friend}} I am waiting for my friend. Eh, where are you working now?

me}} *after a quick thought* I am working in Boustead, at Jalan Raja Chulan.

friend}} Oh, that huge company owning the BP petrol.

me}} *arrogantly* Yeah.

friend}} Where’s your girlfriend? Wanna see your girlfriend.

me}} *after a quick thought* Belum ada lagi, belum ada jodoh.

Eugh. I am already starting to be like all other people who use the excuse ‘tak ada jodoh’. Like, what happened to the person who makes loud statements all the time? And why guys always ask that silly question anyway?

I have added a new color in my wadrobe pallet. A new Seed pink shirt. There was only one S size for that shirt, so I grabbed it.

Oh, and what about the photo up there? Well, I went to Unisel and paid him a visit lor… Really salute people who study in such places. It takes guts and determination to stay in a deserted place and focus on studies. Did that back in Banting; suffered it.

he is not evil

Call me a fickle minded person, but just after 24 hours I posted about the personal thing between me and my house mate, I felt something is not right. I erased the post soon after that and decided to stop everything before people start to eat popcorn and watch the soap opera between us.

I was reminded by my friend when she quoted me saying;
“Only the wiser would prefer to end the dispute.”

I regret that I publicly wrote my response on what my house mate said, because what I did is un-ethical and plain stupid. The argument is yesterday’s news yet I purposely created back the spark of continuity, which is not healthy.

What was my intent? If it was to improve things, it was a mistake because actually the impact would be of the opposite. But really, was my intent good? Or was it just because of revenge, because the human heart like mine sometimes is polluted with bad temptations?

I have always complained about this house mate until people would not see the good side of him. So hereby I would recall all those selflessness that he portrayed through his help and kindness.

Orchestra supporter and excellent photographer
He attended a lot of our concerts, watching from the closest upper seats, taking photos so clear that I posted them in my on line photo album. Though he is not originally keen into orchestral stuff (since he is not of orchestral background) but, he still came and support us.

The information technology expert
Despite of my attempts of putting passwords and scolding him for silly dumb blonde reasons like I do not like people to interfere with my computer settings, yet at the end I will definitely came back to him and asked him to improve the settings of my desktop computer. He is always the godfather of my computer since the day I bought it. Despite of the famous Kuala Lumpur jam and the hot afternoon, and the problematic computer vendor, he offered to accompany me to the computer shopping paradise and helped to push the trolley towards the car.

Once my aunt had a problem with her PC, and this house mate was willing to follow me to Ampang to troubleshoot it.

The surprises and the treats
He paid for my sushi. He never failed to offer me her mom’s homemade dishes when he got back from his hometown. He offered to ride his motorcycle and bring me to places.

The diligent house treasurer
He would always hold onto the principle of paying all the house rental and errands on time, so as to maintain our image to the landlord, without fail. Thus we were safe from forgetting what and when should we pay our responsibilities.

The polite one
Sometimes I do get carried away and bluntly say sarcastic things just for fun and he would keep quiet so as not to create a scene. He could still keep his cool and ignore my silly behavior, at times.

The academic mentor
Besides Jules, I would always refer to him when it comes to academic decisions, such as on what to register and getting the rough picture of any requirements needed throughout my studies. And the noblest thing that he did was to offer me his thesis report as a very good reference for my final year thesis.

The problem solver and the life stories sharer
Also known as gossip session. We talk about our life experiences, share opinions, bitch about other people.

The activity mate
We have experienced shopping together, swimming together, working out at the gym, picnicking by the waterfall, lunch together, and it goes on and on..

The thoughtful one
And how can I forget this. Those who sent birthday wishes for me into my cell phone, including him; they are not to be forgotten.

when i bought a packet of milk

I was supposed to go to my friend’s house last night. But when I reached home, I took a shower and after that my bedroom looked so tempting as usual. I dozed off while waiting for my washing machine finishing its job.

Due to sufficient sleep, I woke up really early this morning. I went out of the house when the morning sky is still dark and my friend’s bedroom light is still on, seen from my apartment corridor. [He always leaves to work earlier than me].

I dropped by the petrol station and bought myself a packet of strawberry milk. Which reminded me of my primary school days, when my mom always give me a packet of milk for me to drink.

I did not drink the milk during school hours, but when I rode the bus home.

After school, I could choose between two trips of the same bus. The first trip would have a longer route, sending pupils to residences far away from my house before reaching my place. The bus would then return to the school for the second trip, sending children only inside my residence.

This two trip system is convenient to me. I could have come out late if the teacher extended her class for a few minutes, and still can aboard the bus on the second trip. Or I could feel like taking the first trip just to have a longer fun “sightseeing” in the bus, viewing at other residences as it passes them. During this time, while looking at the opened window, with the wind blowing at my face, I would drink my un-chilled strawberry milk.

If it’s not strawberry flavored, mom would give me the chocolate or un-flavored fresh milk. Ranged from the worst to the bearable: Fresh milk, strawberry flavored, to chocolate. Fresh milk is really not nice at all to be drank after school if it’s not chilled, on a long journey on the bus. You will get motion sickness after that. Gag.

So if “fresh milk” is the milk of the day, I would prefer waiting for the second trip, and drink the milk BEFORE the bus arrive.

Sometimes two bus trips can’t help when I got carried away playing with my friends outside the school gates. In this case, when the bus left me for good, I had no choice but to walk the one mile [and a half] journey home. I remembered doing this with my group of friends, and it was fun indeed.

what i say about the wedding controversy

A lot of different and contradicting stories been passed. Some said that the singer is the home wrecker, and they claimed that she had done a lot of terrible things. Some said that it’s the ex wife’s fault and she was given a second chance but did not know how to appreciate it.

With all these stories, added with fabrications to make it saucier, I can’t help being offended. Is it really true that the singer is the home-wrecker, or actually the ex-wife who happened to be of royal blood, spoilt and stubborn? After all the man used to be a nobody so she could easily pin-point him as an ungrateful rat or something like that. She can easily put her status as isteri derhaka when she did not even aware of it.

Anyway. We don’t know the real story unless we are sleeping a threesome with the divorced couple, right. I feel offended and amused at the same time when people around me get really emotional and act as if they were the children of the family, witnessing the whole situation with their own eyes. So silly.

Way to go to the future wedding couple. This is what they have to say at the press. And I do pray for their happiness and content. After all I am her fan…

PETALING JAYA: Pop diva Siti Nurhaliza said she is no home-wrecker and did not steal another woman’s husband.

Siti said it was “quite hurtful” to hear what people were saying about her breaking up the marriage of her soon-to-be husband Datuk Khalid Mohamad Jiwa, 47, and his ex-wife Tengku Zawyah Tengku Izham, 43.

She said she only got to know Khalid after her Royal Albert Hall concert in London in April last year, adding theirs was initially a business relationship.

“I have done no wrong and it is better to keep silent and be patient,” said Siti, who together with Khalid met the press at a tea reception here yesterday.

“The people who would know the real situation are the Jawi (Federal Territory Religious Council) officials.”

On the topic, Khalid said: “This is the question I have been waiting for. In all sincerity and as a Muslim, I’d like to say that my relationship with Siti started after the divorce.

“Siti had in no way any connection with the divorce. If you check with Jawi, which carried out their investigations, you will know that this is true.”

He said he had divorced Tengku Zawyah in 1998 due to certain problems but they remarried within three months for the sake of their children and because “I wanted to give it another chance.”

“However, I divorced her later because there were transgressions against the agreement of the marriage, though I must admit I have to take some of the blame too,” said Khalid.

It was reported that Khalid performed the takliq (oral declaration of divorce) in February 2004 and the court granted the divorce on March 12 last year.

Khalid also said his courtship with Siti was “a difficult one” as she was a public figure and they could not go dating or hold hands, for instance.

“Besides, I have failed once in my marriage and I wanted to make sure I don’t fail this time,” he said.

Khalid said he first fell in love with Siti after he visited her at her Kuala Lipis home and she was dressed simply in a batik sarong and T-shirt.

“For me, it was amazing that a celebrity could be so unpretentious,” he said, adding that when he saw her walking up the stairs, he had strong feelings for her, prompting a reporter to remark:

“When you saw her thighs ...” leaving the room in laughter.

Siti recalled receiving a call from Khalid while he was on a flight one day and thinking “Could it be that he has feelings for me?”

On the cost of their wedding which one tabloid speculated could be more than RM12mil, Khalid said the figure was grossly exaggerated, and that as far as he knew, it had not even reached RM1mil.

“Many of the items are gifts or sponsored, like the clothes and accessories.”

Khalid said that hopefully, his third son, Mohd Ashraf, 14, would attend the wedding.

“My sons have no objections at all to my marrying Siti. They want to attend but they also want to be with their mother. I am proud of that as I have raised them to think of their parents and they want to be with their mother at this time,” said Khalid.

a series of events to light up the mandom week

Today when I wore my black pants in the morning, I saw that the side stitches were falling apart. If this matter is being ignored, I will ended up wearing a pants with a long slit on my right leg, and I could pretend like I am Velvet, performing for her second song in the final Academy Fantasia concert.

Yes, [if my housemate reads this], I borrowed your set of needle and thread and tried to sew the opening gap but it was not secure. Because the thick pocket stitches are in the way, blocking my attempt to sew the side gap together.

So I went to work, and the stitches fell apart again, revealing a few centimeters of my sexy skin yang putih gebu itu.

There was an argument in the office, when the senior staff requested that she wanted the laptop [which was given to one internship worker like me]. There was a chaos since the internship girl voiced out that it's a hassle[because she will have to transfer a lot of programming files from that laptop to another laptop]. The manager [who bellowed at me before because of the printer] scolded the girl and told her something like, “As a younger staff, you should just follow orders and shut your mouth”.

I should hereby pronounce this event as the “laptop crisis event”.

Anyway. Being still very uncomfortable with my sexy pants, I went away from the office [an hour earlier than actual lunch hour] and rushed to Sungei Wang. Using my last money, I bought the cheapest pants there at Parkson; a pair of black khakis, Snails, at forty bucks. Since it’s “comfort” khakis, the middle part of the pants is longer, making the pants look a bit baggier, making my cute buns look like as if they are saggy butts. And because it’s khakis [thicker than the normal office pants], it felt as if I am back in school, wearing a brand new green uniform pants. It just feels weird.

And then since I was in no mood for the day, I did not have my hair done properly. Being still uncomfortable, I decided for a hair cut. So now my hair is as short as it always had been when I am in campus.

Oh, here’s a small advertisement.

I bought Lucidol hair mask, purple color container, for short hair. The texture has just enough strength to shape up your hair, and at the same time, very soft for easy shaping and easy hair wash. Yeah, actually it’s for girls, but why bother if it’s good. And it’s cheaper than the Brylcreem which irritates my hair scalp.

Back to the story. Rushing and out of money, I went to Mc Donald’s and bought myself just one Mc Egg. There was this old lady in front of me in the line[ which reminds me of the irritating-you-should-just-stab-her-dead old auntie who is in charge of the faculty computer lab ]. She was so goodie-goodie, much to the cashier’s annoyance, when she took a very, very, very, very long time arranging her strategy of what ensemble of food should she buy. No, she don't care about the fixed meal sets; she created her own set instead. I just smiled because although I had to wait, but it’s funny. Hik.

While waiting, I had fun observing the people around me. There was one Malay-look Chinese, err.. not my type, and there was one cool stylo Chinese-look Malay. And there were African girls with their hair so hard, when they tie it into a pony tail, it did not look like a pony tail, it looked like a bunch of wire, at 90 degrees, pointing directly to your face.

After that, since the Mc Egg is very cheap, I went to the supermarket and bought myself a packet of fresh milk to complete my lunch. There was this Malay lady in front of me, with the weirdest set of attire color; maroon for the scarf, red t shirt, and bright orange hand bag with floral prints. Yeah I know I am carried away, it’s her business.

That’s it for now, daaa…

a word at a time

Actually my life is transforming into a mere routine that I do not have anything to talk about. Like, when people are asking you, “What’s up?” and you reply, “Everything’s as usual, nothing is in the up and up.” And worse when people ask me what I usually do on weekends, because I always can’t remember what I do on weekends. It’s not really the same thing that I would do on weekends.

Sometimes I will sleep until mid day and wake up and sweep the whole house, and do my laundry. Sometimes I go and watch Everybody Loves Raymond at my friend’s house, which is the official DVD to watch now [since he has the whole collection of it]. Sometimes I wake up late and go and swim in the hot sun. Sometimes I will have an unexpected blind date. Or sometimes Miss Koh will drag me to the school band that he is teaching now. So weekends are like a box of chocolates. You will never know what you will get.

My friend suggested to me, pick up a word randomly from a dictionary and blog about it. I do not have a dictionary here, so I picked up one word from the BP X-fleet bonus card’s brochure, and voila, the word that I picked is: “CARD”.

Now, what are the interesting facts about cards.

Inside my stinky wallet, [sambil mencium wallet, hmph! Busuk!], I have my identity card, a Jusco card with Siti on it, a Maybank card, a BCB card, a MPO blazer card [ I don’t get it, how come I couldn’t find it when I returned the blazer and got back my bag from the counter ], my scratchy old metric card, and a Thai hotel brochure card [huh? Casey must have forced me to keep it].

I remembered when I was young, kids my age will exchange each other raya cards. In it they will write a pantun:

Pecah kaca
Pecah gelas
Sudah baca
Harap balas

Pecah kaca
Pecah tong
Sudah baca
Harap gantung

Once I expected my friend to reply my greeting card, and he recycled the card I sent to him by erasing what I wrote and re-send it back to me. How efficient and paper saving.

Last not least, I have a jacket and not a CARDigan…

chikin porridge

Remember the part of my right jaw where one of the teeth has already been pull out, revealing the gums? I discovered that I did not have just sore gums, but there’s an ulcer at that part of gum. This is odd because normally people get ulcers on the lips, and not at the gums, ouch.

So nowadays for lunch I decided to just go at the food stalls down the street outside the office to get chicken porridge so that I do not have to chew the food. The particular stall sells different kinds of bubur, there are bubur ayam, bubur kacang, bubur durian, bubur cha-cha, and they come in different colors. Meriah sekali.

Being the unique food for lunch, the guys here gathered at my place to see the bubur. And they asked several questions too, trying to be funny.

Wah looks so nice where did you get this?

Downstairs only nearby the MAS building.

Do they have pizza porridge?

Oh, don’t have, but you can make it yourself. Just pop one pizza in the blender and blend until it gets mushy, voila you’ve got your pizza porridge already.

My. I so miss catfish with rice already. I can’t even it fruits with assam boi because that’s even torturing to eat now.

the blonde is an influental bitch

The human’s heart is actually more sensitive than I expected.

Only now I realized that my words, even though they are amended a few times so as to be more subtle to the public eye, but they still offend a lot of people.

Sometimes I went and read back my posts to re-amend it when I heard stories about people around me getting offended and planning to give a blast of revenge towards me [freaky!], but when I look up at my entries, I am just saying it the way it is. I have an even scarier bitchier personal blogsite that no one knows, and if what I write here seem to be controversial to public, maybe that ‘un-published’ blog would give people a big shock.

Anyway. Life’s too short to feel too miserable after reading people’s blog, you know. I am sure that people also bitch about me too, knowing that I am also a human, making mistakes. Let’s just forgive and learn the lesson of the whole story, and move on. And if it’s still unsettled, it would be wise to sit down altogether to end up the dispute like proper human, because we have class. Yeah?

the good in them (guess who they are!)

The private teacher; of being joyful and able to control his emotions no matter how hard the situation is. The EQ winner.

The pakar saintis; of being determined on what she would do and pursue, her mind full of knowledge, her brain is like a sponge. The thinker.

The Japanese passionate; of being street smart and able to know all the hip stuff and at the same time excel in her career life whenever she wanted to

The black car driver; who is always close with God, being blessed by Him, and take the family as a priority.

The fashioniesta; who knows seriously and goes into depth on what he likes

The lecturer; who does things in order and scheduled manner and know how to have leisure especially with his gifted vocals

The sweetie pie; who is always sweet and polite even when she bitches, and always give the right and helpful response when you are down.

The humble biochemist; who seem to take life in a moderate way, but actually have a complete excellent life in the end.

The Cleo reader; who ain’t care nothing even though some people like to judge him as the pretty boy!

The overseas graduate; who teases you, slams you, but sweet and helpful at the same time. How magic.

this is malaysia

I have been continuously forwarded by controversial emails about religion.
To me, as a Muslim, of course it is sad to see some Malays leaving Islam and choose other faith, but it's their right, it’s their decision. They were being told what God has said about what’s in store for them in the after life, so why do we have to act like we are God and restrict their rights? I think it would be more appropriate to have a close discussion on revealing to the root cause of the conversion, rather than to play God. Even it was written in history that a non Muslim will be confirmed to enter the gates of Heaven after he gave the water from the well to the thirsty dog.

The petition of going against “the suggested law of allowing Malays to openly declare that they are not Muslim” had already been passed to my hands. I was forced to put down my signature so as to avoid offending the people around me.

In this multicolored country, the issue of racial rights has been a hush-hush and once a while some people will complain about it. And when I mixed around with the other races which I always do, and I also read through the newspapers, I could see unfairness and corruption is everywhere. And the failure of certain major firms in the country is making it obvious too. I hope that there will be a turnaround somehow in these company’s strategies, and also it would be wise to restrict the expenditure of the assets. If not, impulsive purchase like “a few million ringgit worth of painting to maintain the reputation of the company” will always happen.

I could see the government especially the prime minister is having a tough time juggling with all these problems which seem to show their ugly faces from all corners. But I could comprehend, if I were the ruler of the country, even though I would be tempted to give fair share to all races, I should think about the impact of my actions. Malay Ultras will always exist, and it just happen to be that this is Malaysia. All sensitive issues should not be broadcasted and there is a unique algorithm to follow so as not to disrupt the balance and harmony of the country. Educated citizens, regardless from any races, have already understood this and I suppose there are unsatisfying things that should be left the way it is, to keep the order of the country.

As for me, I would try my very best to avoid any privileges that I should not deserve. [I admit that I am not a good example of a Muslim and neither am I a Malay with high visions though.] There is one saying which is meaningful to me, passed by my friend, quoted from her grandfather:

“The most important thing is not totally about where you are now, but the path that you chose to get there. Because those who cheat and took the easiest path will have to pay the price once he reached the destination”.

::my review of transkripsi siti nurhaliza::

(Posted on May 24 in Multiply)

People have very different reviews on this new album. I wanted to post my own perception of this new album, and since I need something to do to kill my time here in this office, so here it is, my review of Siti Nurhaliza’s Transkripsi.

:::: siti situ sana sini ::::
I was really brightened up when I first listened to this track. As an album opener, this track has a bit of hip hop influence and to me it’s a successful catchy song. I often listen to this first when I about to go on the road.

::::biarlah rahsia::::
This track was never been ripped into my mp3 player, until recently. Since the first time this song was sung live, I was disappointed. This piece made me skeptic on whether it’s worth to get the whole new album. But last week I started to re-analyze the track, using good ear plugs or sound system, this piece that I supposedly regard as a typical Malay actually is not bad too. The melody line is predictable, but it’s not bad. And the lyric is good. The singer has finally succeed in writing strong lyrics.

::::destinasi cinta::::
This track, as what my friend said, reminds us of Celine Dion’s track: I’m Alive. Lively and appropriate with the lead electric guitar, this song amazed me because it is written by the creator of Awan Yang Terpilu, and these two songs sound so different and yet both are good.

::::cuba untuk mengerti::::
This piece, I could say, as a half-nice half-typical song. Sometimes it sounded typical the moment the backup vocals started to emerge, all of a sudden. But I really like when the singer uses her high pitch soothingly for the chorus. Like they said in the MTV Awards, she’s a songbird. I liked the soft sound of percussion, if I’m not wrong they are tablas, alongside with the sound of the piano.

::::hidup penuh bicara::::
Most people say that this is a typical Berkobar-kobar genre of Yassin. I uniquely disagree with that. This is a good fusion of modern saxophone adlib and ethnic Arabic rhythm. I could imagine this song being played during an international fashion cat walk in India. Or play it when you drive in a sleek blue silver Honda Civic. It just.. clicks! And the nice part is when the singer playfully sung the jazzy part in at 2:20 of the song.

::::bila harus memilih::::
This song is a clear mould of Glenn’s piece. Anyway, since Glenn’s compositions are nice, of course this piece is also a good one. Sung in a relaxing and melancholic way, the singer also seem to try her best in singing it the Glenn way.

::::pastikan::::
This is clearly a Melly song. It’s listen-able. I do not know how to comment this piece though.

::::hati berbisik::::
When I listened to this song, created by the singer herself, it reminded us of Mariah Carey’s I still believe. If only the arrangement is done in a rich orchestral way, it would sound better. Too much of plain guitar, piano, string and synthetic bass.

::::rupanya kita serupa::::
This is a very good attempt of trying to sing the soothing bossanova jazzy way. But I am still disappointed because the instruments included are just plain. The writer should put snare brush, shaker, and real double bass to add the effect. And the song goes monotonous until the end. It would be better if there is a change for climax, by drasticly change the color of the melody, adding a syncopated line of trumpet and trombones and quicken the tempo. Imagine something like the “tropical” version of No Mes Ames by J-Lo and Marc Anthony, plus Reminiscence by Kangta.

::::tanpa dendam di hati::::
This piece is quite simple and mysteriously modern-ish. I like the way this song builds up to the chorus. The backup strings remind me of Josh Groban songs, even though not as rich and thick. And the climax is of satisfactory, when the singer reaches her high note. The strength goes sustained and softens at the end.

::::intrig cinta::::
Melody line created by the singer again, this song impressed me with its simple yet cleverly arranged structure. It goes on with an Indian-like string solo, followed by the synthetic trumpet entrance, adding the punch while the singer heightens her singing. But the arranger could add the strength of this song by using a real brass ensemble, including trumpets and trombones, and strong backup singers. The singer herself can give more strength at the half end of the song.

::::impiankan nyata::::
They say that this piece is a boring cut and paste of several previous Malay songs. I still like this song though, even though the chorus is a bit disappointing. The intro however, was done nicely.

::::bisakah::::
This song is close to eighth track but better. I really liked the singer’s vocal strength which reminds me of her old songs like Kau Kekasihku, but this time the arrangement is a lot better. This song reminds me of Mariah Carey’s My All.


I give two thumbs up for Siti Nurhaliza. I don’t really know how to rate this album. There is a lot of space of improvement, and this is a good thing, meaning that these experimental songs actually have already lead to clues for new ideas. However, all the songs are nice, so like they say, overall, this is a successful album, worth waiting for.

dorm thai horror movie :: a satisfaction

Experienced my teen life for five years in the dormitory, I felt really related to this movie. The eerie feeling walking along the dark corridor in the night, and going to the toilet alone, I experienced that. And the fact that I always go and swim in the old swimming pool that almost looked like the pool where the boy drowned; it made me really get involved when I watch this movie.

One moment in the movie reminds me back exactly what I felt when I was in high school: the loneliness, the helplessness, in the midst of a hundred of boys; but I am still alone.

This movie is not suitable to watch if you are a hardcore horror movie lover. Instead, this movie has a dip of horror, mixed with humor and powerful message of friendship bond; altogether.

This movie has nothing extreme and couldn’t be labeled as gory. It teases you with a pinch of scary scenes and suspense in the beginning, but the thing that really haunted me was how the boy felt when he got drowned, and what the two main characters had to face before it directed to a good end.

To me, this movie is beautiful.

Stated in the newspaper, the South Johore Economic Region is a plan to develop South Johore to boost it into one like Kuala Lumpur. Actually the plan is aligned together with the crooked bridge, but the bridge was not going to be a reality, in the respect of the diplomatic relationship between us and Singapore.



However, the plan to develop the region continues. Among the infrastructure that will be built is an international theme park, a medical center, educational facilities and a whole new waterfront city.

'Ultimately, we want to transform this region and put it on the world map as a premier destination for living, business and leisure,'
-Minister Abdul Ghani Othman

Obviously this is to compete with the neighboring Singapore, and rumors said that they are trying to counter this by allowing Air Asia to land in their airport, and the suggestion of creating a speed train line from Kuala Lumpur to the heart of the island.

It’s good to know that finally Johore; a slowly-paced city is going to be a fast growing center soon. Maybe in future I could kill two birds with one stone; by visiting both new Johore and Singapore too. Provided my passport is not expired yet.

Who knows, one day we would say, “Let’s go shopping and have fun in Johore”.

my review on SBP wind orchestra competition 2006

::Contestants of the competition::
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(posted on 1st August in Multiply)
Just for those who can't reach the Multiply site, I post it here.

The SBP wind orchestra competition 2006 was held successfully in Kuala Lumpur Convention Center, with its lavish and formal lounge suit theme.

Supposedly to be ‘exposed internationally’, it was included as one of the agendas in the ISME conference, hosted by the country for this year.

In my own humble opinion [since when did I get humble?], the biggest flaw of the competition is the existence of very bad sound system. As usual, they used a few microphones to be put at the sides of the orchestra and the results was horrible. Luckily they did not use ten microphones, one for each section like the UM Symphony Orchestra had to face all the time.

Secondly, the whole SBP wind orchestra scene really have a lot to catch up. Having this competition being exposed to the international professional view was really embarrassing. Two rows of foreigners immediately left the hall after the first two schools performed. Even the winner of this competition can be considered as a normal average band; nothing spectacular there.

However. Like many people would google and anticipate for, here’s my review on the bands which performed during the competition:

Sekolah Dato Abdul Razak

Good, clean playing. They performed Corsair’s Landing up to the requirements expectations. [I kena geli with Mahathir Lokman’s description of the song is about bird. It’s a ship, okay]. However, next year they should go a few steps further by selecting something more impressing than this piece. They have the potential.

As for the supposedly jazz Tanah Pusaka, Raymond Kong’s Malay arrangements are by default horrible. His clarinet playing in the NSO is weak especially his tongueing and he SLUMP on the chair instead of sitting straight, but that is totally out of the point. Anyway, the school’s effort of playing has still not made the arrangement sound nice either.

Sekolah Tun Fatimah

Again the school changed the timing of the James Swearingen piece ala-ikut-suka-hati, and it sounded weird. Balancing, I expected to be good, but the stupid microphones were emphasizing the brass amateur tone, especially the slightly blaring trumpets. It was quite disappointing.

As for the Malay song, another weird arrangement, and the end climax was cut abruptly and I am really, really, really disturbed by that. An attempt of trying to do a classical-theme of Malay piece but it was a failure.

Sekolah Seri Puteri

Here we go again, the Candide Overture. The band should dare themselves to be compared to the same song performed by other good orchestras. They were loud, I almost thought that they are going to march down the stage and do a marching band formation. Bring out your colour guards, girls! Their tempo was still slow, and their imperfect tone made the song sound funny in a ‘bozzo’ way instead of cute in a grandeur way. Choose a different song already if you can’t play.

Malay piece? Raymond Kong, enough said.

Kolej Tunku Kurshiah

Whatever happened? The microphones were really emphasizing their out-of-pitch. The horns were like arguing with each other with their bad tuning. It was a disaster. My goodness, and to expose yourselves internationally. I don’t care about the dynamics, or the song selection, or the interpretation or whatsoever if at the first place you do not do your tuning.

Oh dear, I was told that they so-called tuned themselves outside the tuning room, where all the bands were busy warming up. How can you tune when the place is noisy la. Go inside the room la.

Malay piece: Fantasia Ulek Mayang. Gosh. It’s already 2006! Please, help this school. They have the potential, at least their sound projection is strong, don’t give them a joke like this. What was the instructor thinking?

Sekolah Alam Shah

If seen internationally, this team is still mediocre. Even if you compare them to the Singapore bands.

But they deserved to win because of the perfect cautiously sound balancing been done between each sections. Salute to the ex-students who polished up the trumpet section, now that they have the endurance, and the better tone, instead of blaring and lose their energy after a few minutes of performing.

Relatively compared with other SBP orchestras, they played both songs up to the requirements, even though these pieces were not easy. It was a clever song selection for the band. Both pieces were not low graded and still feasible for the players, provided that they have sufficient practice, and they did.

This school has undergo phases of refining in their playing, to the extent of clashing of ideas among the tutors in giving what’s best for them to deliver their pieces.

So the results was a very different performance being given on the final day, and they got the trophy again.

my decision on blog sites

Hello.
I love my multiply site very much and I will still be writing my entries there.
I will post the same copy on blogspot too, with additional pictures included in the entries.
Yesterday blogspot give me a very bad impression. It is very darned slow, and I do not have controls to justify the links even though I pressed the justify button a few times.

Due to different demand of readers, I have decided to keep both accounts.

So readers;
· To post comment and to read an entry included with photos, go to my blogspot.
· To read plain entries and browse through the photo album, go to my multiply.

Till then!

i lost my good mood today

I have a bad set of dentures. I mean, I have problem to eat food.

· On the left side, one tooth broke because I munched on peanuts. Because of that, there is a small opening that would allow food to get stuck, and it’s very painful when that happens
· On the right side, there is a wide open gum area, because I had one of my teeth pulled out because it was already rotten. This allow food to scratch and injure the gum straight away without any protection.
· On the inner part of the lips, I have ulcers too.

Just now after suffering myself eating a whole plate of chicken rice [now all solids are suffering], I got food stuck again between the broken teeth on the left side. I wanted to buy some soft mangoes to eat and to distract myself, but I put the sauce and it was very hot, it hurt my lips which has ulcers.

So now I am in a very bad mood even to post anything interesting. I feel like going home and rest, like girls with PMS do.

::Mango rice: makanan orang Siam::

(Click the photo to view my photos in Phuket and Hatyai)

My first entry.

So now I have shifted from multiply to blogspot. I will still be writing posts and updating the photo album in multiply though, because that’s where my home is. Due to the expand of the number of visitors [matilah aku perasan] I will now invite anyone to post their comments, as long as they are acceptable and not invasive, and I will try to learn my Chinese here too.

It feels a bit awkward here though, haha. Hope I could still continue posting interesting entries here too.

Here goes nothing!!