Friday, August 31, 2007

Haha!

Hah.


A boring night indeed. No I did not join the celebration. I prefer to be cultured in my own space thank you.


Boredom, yes. But managed to find this link and hell, it made me laugh.


Passive aggrassive notes are a website dedicated to aggressive notes. Tak nak cakap eyes to eyes which is passive but instead write a note. Or more.


This one, really made me cackle.


during his fourth year of college, andrew from waterloo says he lived with some seriously passive-aggressive roommates. the following three notes all went up within a 48-hour period:











andrew couldn't resist adding one of his own...





it was taken down.




Haha!

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Selamat Hari Merdeka ke 50 Malaysia

I am not good in being patriotic, so this is my version of patriotism.


When he was in Kenya, Ros Kamal made a nazar but he didn't have the chance to accomplish it. Now that he is in Egypt, inevitably he had to compensate the nazar by paying fidyah. Since he doesn't have so much time to perform what is needed, my emak decided to pay on his behalf.


The easiest way is to feed or bersedekah to 60 fakir miskin or, to make it more easy, 2 ringgit [harga 1 kg beras] times 60 which is rm 120. Or more, the better.


Emak thought, she would find the time to visit some sekolah anak yatim and pay the fidyah.


She went to Jakarta on Sunday and was back on Tuesday. Yesterday morning she told me that she paid half of the fidyah. I asked her, how come? since she just got back from Jakarta.



The she told me her story.


While she was in Jakarta, she stayed with dad former driver, Pak yusa and his wife neneng. Both of them live with neneng's mother in a single story house. I went there for hari raya 3 years back and trust me their single story doesn't look like our single story at all. Smaller, way smaller. So to have someone to sleep in the kitchen is somewhat absurd.


Now neneng has a maid and she was the one who had to sleep in the kitchen. No, neneng and pak yusa were not ruthless people but the house was too small to cater more than their family could hold. So why did they hire the maid you ask? Simply because the maid desperately need a job that she is willing to even sleep on the kitchen's floor.


At night, when everyone is sleeping, the poor lady would wake up to perform tahajjud and other prayers. Family members who happened to wake up at night for nature call always stumble upon her doing her prayers.


On the last day at Jakarta, emak realised she had extra money, just few hundred extra[our money]. She thought she wanted to change them back from rupiah to ringgit but then she suddenly thought of the maid. She then asked neneng's mother more about the maid. Whether the maid will be a good candidate to receive the money for fidyah.


According to neneng's mother, she is now pregnant with 2 kids. Her husband left her for another woman. She had no choice but to leave her two kids in her sister hand and look for a job, to support her 2 children and the baby that soon be born. They live in a very small house back at their kampung. Yes, she is a good candidate.


So emak went to her and told her she wanted to pay the fidyah and she would be the one who would be receiving the money, she was happy when emak started to recite the akad. Now, emak only have rm100 in her hand to spare. The rest were shell out for airport tax and other necessary bills. After she hands her the money, emak went inside the bathroom.


When she came out, she heard the maid crying. Puzzled, she asked why did she cry.


Suddenly, the lady went down on knees and hugs my mum's feet. Tears were all over her face


She told emak, never in her life anyone gave me that much money. She just doesn't know how to thank emak.


It's ok emak said, it is for fidyah but she hugged emak tightly and said she will pray for emak every night. That God will bless emak and our family. By this time, emak was already in tears.




No. This is not the story about how dermawan my emak is. Giving RM 100 can't be considered as dermawan since you can spend that amount of money within seconds here.


But to her, RM100 ringgit had made her kneeled on her knees and cry.

Hearing the story made me cry too. I didn't know rm100 would make a big difference for someone.




How would you react if someone give you rm100?
I know I would smile and say thank you.
But I don't think I will cry.



I don't put or display jalur gemilang in front of my house nor even at my car. But I try not to litter around and I am trying my best not to discriminate people although sometimes I did. And I am still trying my best to achieve the "merdeka" state of mind.


As weird and not patriotic as it may seem, I guess that is my way to show I am grateful to be born here where 100 ringgit doesn't really make much difference nowadays.


Hmm. I have so many things inside to tell but like the lady and the rm100 I just don't know how to say it.





Selamat ulangtahun kemerdekaan ke 50 Malaysia. Semoga rakyatmu lebih tahu mengenal erti apa itu rakyat merdeka.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Stress

Just woke up. Bleh?


Don't blame me, I sleep around 4 a.m last night.


Anyway, I have no mood to write craps today sebab I have a paper to sit later in the evening and adalah tak belajar ini. And the paper is 30%. Aku kalau jadi Menteri Pelajaran, memang aku abolish semua paper-paper ni ok. I mean, how do you tell whether someone is smart or the other way around by just asking them to answer shitty questions? Aku rasa teknik buat asssigment and research lagi berkesanla.


Whatever.


Oh. I was tagged by nezjoe. Aku bagi tajuknya sebagai 4 things.


4 things that scare me:

  • Losing the people that I love
  • Tengok kapal besar and apatah lagi nak suruh aku naik.Boleh nangis ok
  • Terkentut dengan kuat dalam lif
  • The decease of my ngiaus

4 people who make me laugh:

  • Teteks
  • Epy ;)
  • June
  • Fieda

4 things i love:

  • Blogging
  • Shopping alone.
  • Lepaking with teteks and talk crap all the way
  • Makan at my favourite places dengan banyak sekali

4 things i hate:

  • Sweet talkers and pengote
  • Penzalim binatang.
  • People who think they are super hot and other are just bunch of taik
  • Copycat

4 things i don't understand:

  • Why can't everyone respect and love each other despite races and religions?
  • Why am I still not studying when my paper is at 7.45 today?
  • Why can't I park the car properly?
  • Kenapa kucing aku suka kencing dekat tangga walaupon dah sejuta kali aku mop?

4 things on my desk:

  • Chloe
  • The frog plushie, azman ghani
  • Books
  • My degree convo picture with my bloated face

4 things i'm doing right now:

  • Garuk-garuk muka
  • Menahan sakit perut
  • Doing this tag
  • Dengar lagu Masterpiece by Atlantic Star. Ol skool ok?

4 things i want to do before i die:

  • Get married
  • Repent,like for real
  • Travel around the world and take lots of pictures
  • Get a book, magazine published

4 simple things to describe my personality:

  • Cepat naik darah
  • Agak cacat
  • I curse when I am happy, mad, angry, horny..i curse most of the time
  • Berhati lembut [hehe]

4 things i can't do:

  • Megontrol ayu
  • Neglect my mum
  • Tak tido untuk siapkan assignment. Mustahil ini
  • Pretend to like some one when I don't
So there you go.And again, I am tagging anyone who doesn't know what to write or those who simply want to waste their time while waiting for the clock to strike 5.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Heating pad

Right now I am feeling sleepy and annoyed. Sleepy because it is already 1.00 a.m and annoyed because I have to force myself to memorise the whole chapter of ethics and another 4 chapter to go before the paper on wednesday.


Oh. I did not manage to go to dr shad class yesterday although aku dah sampai dan dah duduk dah pon dalam kelas tu. But 5 minutes later I packed my things and leave.


Oh no. Dr shad is fine, like always and he did not arrived yet when I decided I need to be at home rather than that place. The person who annoyed me was the pak guard. My class were after office hours, late evening and I am not in the mood to go so I decided to wear a collared baby t but hey it was not the ketat one. So, when I approached the gate, there was this kancil in front of me, terhegeh-hegeh nak masuk menyebabkan keretaku ditahan oleh pak guard itu untuk memberi laluan to that car but one thing leads to another.


He must be super poyo that day when he asked me to wind down my window and starting to ask me why the hell am I wearing a short sleeve baju and followed by an annoying session of lecturing. Apa lanchau kau nak kecoh aku pakai baju apa when it's already malam and ini bukannya zaman degree diploma ok. Fine, I know he was only doing his job but perlu ke cakap as if aku ni baru umor 18 tahun ala-ala nak amik diploma and I was sooooooooooooo not in a good mood that time. So setelah die berucap dengan panjang, he paused and I just looked at his face. Aku seres takde mood nak buat aksi bimbo seperti sedia kala. But this guy, would not let me go until I said the magic word "sorry". Well, I am not going to say sorry for something that aku rasa aku tak deserve nak cakap sorry. Tapi disebabkan aku dah malas nak tengok muka dia and all the cars start to honk [babi tau sape ynag suka honk honk ni] I finally said sorry. As I guessed dia dengan muka bangga cakap "lain kali jangan buat lagi" and let me pass.


I mean, apa kaitan pakai baju dengan belajar dengan tekun? I don't see the relevance. Sorry. No, please don't give me any shit so called-keinsafan advice. I just don't have the time to listen to them or more precisely I don't give a fuck and not interested to listen.


So I thought that was it tapi bila sampai faculty, takde parkingla pulak which forced me to venture into the lecturer's parking. Tapiiiiiiiiiii pabila aku nak corner terdengar bunyik trrrrrrrrrrrrr grukkgrukkkkkkk. Apakahhhhhhhhhhh?


I had run through a divider dan kereta sudah naik diatas divider and thanks to my rally skill, the divider itu tiba-tiba berada in between the front and back tyres, stuck in the middle of the car. Masa tu ramaila plakkan orang dekat depan tu. Semua adalah senyap dan memandang ke arah ku ok sampil buat muka "gasp, apa tu?". If you ask me, I feel like buat-buat pengsan that time but or selambe aje brentikan kreta aku dekat situ and terus pegi class, deal with the car later. Butttttttttttttttttttttttttttt, I forced myself to get out from that situation dengan selambe tekan minyak sekuat hati dimana telah mengakibatkan bunyik trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr grukgrukk dan ye mata-mata masih memandang.


Babi.


How, did I react after that? Dengan berlagak ko-ol I get out of the car as if nothing happen. Pegila mati, bukannya korang kenal aku pon. Haha[gelak kaver malu].


So. When I sat in class, I feel the taikness started to invade me where, even if I forced/ spank/ slap/ grope myself to stay in class I would just feel like rotting and hence buat muka taik. So baiklah aku balik.


Yes, I know. I so mengikut emosi but who the fuck cares. This is me.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Last weekend

Bunnies. How was the weekend? Mine was great. More eating and stuffing my fat face. I likeee even though I always whine after seeing what those fattening food had turned me into.


Here are the pictures. I wish Tina and Nick was there. Kind of missed themlah :(



They know every trick to a yummylicious bbqed stuff



Keirun and Fadzi getting ready to eat



Keirun and chics,tak sabar nak melahap



Yeayyyyyyyyyyyyy.Makannnnn




Honestly, none of us can really tell what kind of meat these were but janji halallllll.



Muka setelah kenyang



Ito helping himself setelah penat membbq



Chics stim setelah memakan mushroom soup yang sedap disamping nikkit yang disayangi



And now, as usual aku sakit perut akibat banyak makan. Which make me wonder,what actually happen to me and also at the same time make me worried.


Butttttttttttt. I promise to diet after this. Betulla!

Ok bunnies, I am off to bed now.