Sleepyhead In Surrey

Posted in: Ramblings on December 28, 2007 at at 5:51:00 PM 0 comments

I've been...tagged! Kena ke?

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Tagged by - Aida

5 things found in my bag... a handbag? or my backpack?
* Guess purse
* car keys, room keys, house keys
* nokia phone
* 2 thumbdrives
* lippy and extra brooch (they count as 1 --> savers di masa kecemasan)

5 things found in my purse..
* RM
* IDs of all sorts
* kad kawen yg bergambo saya dan joe
* ATM card /discount cards / loyalty cards
* passport size photo of self (juga savers bila kena isi forms)

5 favorite things in my room... really this is my mil's room just wait for our REAL room heheh
* my ucuk --> read previous posts to view the ucuk
* a sepia toned photo of our wedding
* joe's perfume
* my small but cute all white aneboda
* the 19" wide flat screen for our midnite movies

5 things i’ve always wanted to do (for now)..
* cuddle a big fat cute cat
* cuddle a big fat cute joe --> notice the order!
* travel to the US
* play tennis --> i went halfway to the classes cuz i'm such an uncoordinated klutz
* own a beach house somewhere in bora bora

5 things I’m currently into..
* discovery home & health and asian food chanel --> talk about a couch potato!
* extra virgin olive oil
* tiles, paints, wallpapers, lamps, you name it
* midnite outstation calls to wherever joe is
* did I mention channel 733 and 703?

5 people I'm going to tag... --> nobody really reads this blog except for a few so if you ARE reading;
* kak ida
* kak nona
* abami
* emi
* sha

Posted in: on December 17, 2007 at at 12:02:00 PM 0 comments

...is not interesting at all. You just have to usher people in. I didn't do much of that anyways. Just put on nice clothes and then pose madly in front of the VIPs. The lunch was horrible as the vegetables were close to being binned and the fruits were limp. But the fish in lemon butter was a compensation. The Koreans were mad cuz nobody came to their 7 booths. And my stomach was in limbo from the nerves. .....then came the time that we were supposed to go on stage. Taking the cue from the team from Athabasca we decided to do a duet. Me and Ayu; Ayu and me. To hell with the grammar! The presentation was a breeze. It WAS in my head at least. And we received a lot of questions. This I take it to my heart to mean that they were interested, interested I tell ya! And I jumped to answer one of the questions. Especially for the guy in the pony tails. Drools and all. So the heartache and the butterflies and the nightmares were once again only a distant memory. Jack just called and told that there might be a chance of me going to Thailand for yet another one of these. Cross my fingers and hope to dazzle the audience with my charm and eloquence, ahem.

Posted in: on December 13, 2007 at at 5:54:00 PM 0 comments

Who knew it could be so easy? I spilled my guts for 2.5 hrs and the money poured in. Thanks a lot to my sister, though. She paved the way for me. Next I'm gonna be making my wish list for a new external hard drive. But the money soon poured out to other more important obligations. Like paying all my debts! Abg Zach is in town and we're treating him and Kak Ida to nasi lemak. I offered Mahbub's nasi bukhara but he refused. Hey, his loss!

We're on the verge of getting the couch that we were looking for. Nothing fancy, just a 3 + 1 + 1 seater and 2 recliners. The recliners are Joe's dream come true since he's a potato couch at birth. Hope his weight will not be increasing any more after we move to the new house. At the rate that we're going with this buying new stuff hype we'll only be done moving house by the middle of next year! It's just so frustrating that at this important time Joe has to go work outside of town. I'm just gonna make him pay by getting us that 52" lcd tv with embedded hard drive.

Posted in: on November 22, 2007 at at 1:01:00 PM 0 comments

it seems like a dead fish in the middle of the road, annoying but nobody pays any attention to it. Not even the neighbourhood cat. I have run out of things to say. Mostly because I find it too revealing to write anything about myself. Who am I kidding? Nobody reads these entries, anyway. So maybe I'd revive this blog to blow off some steam.

Posted in: on November 13, 2007 at at 12:19:00 PM 0 comments

because I've got the Jaffa cake jones. It's thin layer of chocolate just teases the palate before letting our teeth break into the soft sweet layer of orange jelly and later on crushing the cuchy soft cake base and the taste blends to provide an explosion of the sense. EEEEEeeeeehhhhhhh...can you find them at Tesco?

Posted in: on June 13, 2007 at at 11:19:00 AM 0 comments

It seems there ARE some visitors here who still wonder why I don't update. Thanks for visiting. Not much to say, really. So I'm posting some random pics instead until I get my writing groove back.
Lovely couple - my uncle with his long lost cousing

Posted in: on May 31, 2007 at at 10:33:00 AM 0 comments

sat next to our table at Mahbub a couple of nights ago. Frankly speaking I thought you were a show off. Couldn't stop yakking the whole time, could you? And at the top of your lungs at that. I know you are somewhat of a celebrity but barring those who frequent the Actor's Studio I don't think people know you that much. I know some of your work and sometimes I think they're brilliant, but then so are your brother's. When I looked at you it was not because I was looking at exactly you, but I was looking over your shoulder where Nurul the beautiful banker was sitting. She deservers my eye time more than you. And stop announcing to people that Maya Karin is a good girl. If bringing three bottles of champagne to a party means that she's a good girl then all practicing muslims are the devil's cousins. I wonder what your best pal "I am Muslim" Dina would say about that. And don't brag about how much Chivas you can take. It's not very endearing.

Posted in: on April 24, 2007 at at 12:06:00 PM 1 comments

Some go the obviously negative path and become addicted to drugs and alcohol. Others, like Oprah, are addicted to food. So am I. But that's a whole other entry. I've discovered that I'm also addicted to something else. Instant gratification. It's the reason why whenever I'm feeling down (ONLY when I'm feeling down) I like to clean, or iron my clothes, or wash dishes. I get to see instant results. It's a relief to see that shrivelled up, wrinkly shirt suddenly become as smooth as a baby's bottom by just squirting the kitchen maid and running the hot iron on the shirt's surface. I'm not patient like some people. I get tetchy waiting for money in the bank to grow. I become kranky thinking of having to plan and plan and plan for a project. I just want to get it going so that I could see the results. It brings me grief sometimes because my addiction distracts me from seeing the big picture; the grand scheme of things so to speak. I'm supposed to be able to think strategically and plan for my future in the long run. Not the short distance ahead. But I'm glad that I haven't become so shortsighted to join Windlifund. Like some people. Muehehehehe. May you (yes, you know who you are!) wait for it till my cat turn into a sheep.

Posted in: on April 06, 2007 at at 4:39:00 PM 0 comments

while I was somewhat wallowing in self-pity that I would have the chance to do it too, come this May. And hell, I'm not gonna miss the chance! I am gonna get back on track with myself. And then try to console myself with a trip to New Zealand, yehoo! Cross my fingers and hope everything comes to a nice, yummy end.

Posted in: on March 27, 2007 at at 5:47:00 PM 0 comments

across a few major setbacks in our current endeavor. It's got me thinking about whether we made the right decision. Nevertheless, we still have a few more options we'd like to explore and take it from there. If this blows, I think I would leave it to fate and let God Almighty guide us through the next chapter.

Meanwhile, there is a frenzy over here concerning get rich quick schemes. I'm not sure of it but I hear a lot of people have been getting rich.

Someone from my workplace has obviously found this blog and I'm not sure who it is. I guess I better put a leash on topics concerning work. Maybe I'll stick with the mundane things happening in my life like grocery and shoe shopping.

It's good to know I have some eggs.

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Toxic reminds me of summer back in Guildford. Lush greens and moderate temperature. Thesis writing and staying up with loads of coffee and a bar of cadbury's or two. The common room at night. The town center in the morning for work. Summer sale. Summer blockbusters. Cheese and onion pasty from Gregg's after work. The scorching heat during my noon walk back to Stag Hill. Late night isya' prayers when the sun is still up. It's not the song itself, but do you know the feeling when certain songs or smells or sights bring back memories?

I'd like to think that it's very flattering when my students try to imitate me during their class presentation. At least they paid attention. All the nuances, hints and expressions. How I ask questions to put forward a point. How I to gain the attention of a sleepy student by pointing him/her out to class. I witnessed this today among some of my students. They may be mocking me. I don't know. But, I can't help feeling just a little bit satisfied. I made an impression, at least.

Posted in: on March 21, 2007 at at 4:32:00 PM 0 comments

world has always been a mystery to me. But Kak Long seems to have taken it as her pillar of strength. Her sons not doing well in school? Somebody must hold a grudge at her. Must see the bomoh. Things not going smooth at the office? Her officemate(s) must be in a state of envy of her. Must see the ustaz.
We followed her to see one last night. From my observations, the ustaz was not telling her anything that we didn't already know. I surmise that he is only playing mind games with Kak Long. He sees what Kak Long is worried about and he just enhances her worries. I say, Get a grip, Kak Long! Learn to deal with the problem first. Then ask the graces of Allah for help. Then, maybe, when all else fails, go see the ustaz. We had the cheek to ask Kak Long where the ustaz graduated from and for a moment I could see her stutter.

* Nasi Goreng Special Zuno at the ustaz's premises was great, though. Succulent meat cooked in black pepper sauce served with butter rice and egg sunny side up. Our only regret was that the servings were meagre.

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hate myself to death. I can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror. Hate the sight of me, of who I've become. What made me this horrible, timid, cowardly person. And this feeling usually comes when I admit defeat. Defeat to something that to some might be such an insignificant issue that makes me feel even smaller. Like yesterday. But only for a moment. Today I woke up with a new strength. Knowing the fact that life will go on and I just have to keep fighting and striving to reach my goals. Of this and that. Of gaining just a bit more wisdom that last time. Of getting this...

Posted in: on March 20, 2007 at at 8:16:00 AM 0 comments

a long, long entry about things including Pak Lah and Lim Keng Yaik and the pool and my aching body. But given the wire-less state of our network it's now gone. Ah, well ~later.

I feel like killing those psycophants but I'm afraid of the state of Malaysia's prison. So, I'll probably just go kill the blackheads on my forehead.

I miss my mom. And I need money from her. Ingrate daughter that I am.

I need energy to fight them. I'll go live in a cage for the weekend.

Posted in: on March 16, 2007 at at 5:29:00 PM 0 comments

lucky before, at winning things. I've never won any prizes from a lucky draw, never won any competition that I entered, never received freebies from anywhere. Imagine my surprise when while I was doing such a mundane thing as grocery shopping a siren suddenly went off. I stared inquisitively at the cashier girl and she smiled suspiciously. Then, a couple of workers from the hypermarket approached me and said that, drumroll please! I won something. Eheh. Not something grand. Just some shopping vouchers. Now I have next month's grocery bill taken care of. If you do recognize me lookout for our photos at the hypermarket.

*Kak Ida's birthday was yesterday. Happy Birthday Kakak! Age is but a number, yo!

*It's been a great few days Kak Zai. See, it's not you that I hate. It's them. And next time DO let me choose the movies. I have much better taste, ahem.

*We spent the weekend at an inn in Segamat making babies. Let's see if those pills will do anything.

*Condolences to Anis & Ali. May he/she rest in peace.

Posted in: on March 13, 2007 at at 11:51:00 AM 0 comments

was not at the Canseleri. Rather it was nasi campur at Kedai Kopi Abah. An 180 degree turn, you ask? I had an ersatz lunch date with Ayu and Yati. But before that was a trip to, drumroll please...., the doctor's. Doc Suzet to be exact. I had the Doc prescribe me some folic acid pills. To prepare for the, erm, pregnancy. And I have an appointment with her next month to see how I'm doing.

Posted in: on March 08, 2007 at at 2:50:00 PM 0 comments

cranky from all the keyboard tapping. So are my arms. This desk needs a bit of sawing if it was up to me. Ergonomics my a#%. The designer woke up on the wrong side of the bed and cracked his head, I reckon. My friends including the Roomie have ostensibly vanished from the face of this earth today leaving me alone tending to my bored self. Seems fair, though. I abandoned them since the day he came back for almost a good week. Asked him out to play truant and go to a movie but he couldn't decide which movie to watch. Damn indecisive bloke! If it was s%x that I was asking for I'm sure he'd be a tad resolute. Sha is now in the last 40 days of her pregnancy and is only just now realizing that she is pregnant. So she is pretending to have morning sickness and is refusing to go to work. That's another potential lunch buddy out the window. Am getting these regular visions of the Canseleri's Cajun Chicken and creme caramel but due to lack of a lunch buddy guess I'm gonna have to forgo the desire to splurge some hard earned cash on the fat inducing fare. They're really good though, so if anyone's interested in spending RM7.90 only for a lunch set today, buzz!

*** No of pages done -- 8
*** No of pages to do -- 3256000000 trillion

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to keep a straight face while typing when my roomate is in. See, she's the sort of person who is a bit staitlaced. Stuffy. While others would be pretending to do important stuff while trying to hide the YM window, she would do the opposite when people pass by her desk. Turn that browser with important infos and facts or work off and turn on the YM window and stare at it without any typing. And she gets kinda tetchy when people ask her what she's doing. She's trying to get ahead of us, the newbies. She's a newbie as well but she aligns herself with oldies to get ahead. And she's not afraid to show that she means business. The fecking annoying thing is that it's working. People, well important people that is, are starting to notice her. And being a mouse that I am, it's beginning to gnaw on me. Get on my nerves. Because like some people, I do my work well if I do say so myself. But I just don't brag about it. Unlike her. But there are certain perks of being her roomate. I get to hear the latest gossips first. Because, she is nosy as she is a hardworker. Plus, I hear the latest tips and tricks of getting ahead. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, they say. I'm putting on a tight leash on this one. To think that we'd be neighbours in the near future!

Posted in: on March 07, 2007 at at 10:07:00 AM 0 comments

how I feel about pregnancy. It didn't become a big issue when we were newlyweds. We didn't practice any form of contraception. If a baby comes, it comes. That was our stand. THEN. Now, after close to two years of wedded bliss, though, I'm not so sure. The MOM and the DAD are asking. The MOM IN LAW, er, still keeping mum. At least that's one side of the pressure off. Frankly, I am not that bothered about the MOM and the DAD. They have loads on their hands as it is, with 6 grandkids at last count. It is my own feelings about the issue that I'm worrying about. Cuz, I don't think I have a strong stand on any side. On the one hand, seeing Anita frequent the WC for hourly vomitting is very endearing to me. Not the idea of vomitting (God! No!) but the idea that she is experiencing pregnancy at such an early stage of her marriage. She and Ali have only been married for 2 months. On the other hand, I think I'm still enjoying my independence. Not that I would be less independent if I had a baby. Far from it, the baby would be dependent on me methinks. But I have less of a burden right now. I'm still playing catch up with my career. And we still have the house to think about. So a baby anytime soon isn't exactly a solution to anything. And I'm not quite sure if he would be a great dad. Oh, he's charming with kids now. That I know. He only needs to look at kids and they would be smitten within a second. Ask my nieces and nephews. But how would he be with his own kids? But isn't it a wonderful feeling to hold a baby in your arms? To smell that fuzzy head full of baby talcum? To pinch those chubby cheeks, and arms, and thighs? There IS a reason why people call them bundles of joy, afterall!

Posted in: on March 06, 2007 at at 10:39:00 AM 0 comments

involved chocolate. Not necessarily to satisfy my sweet tooth.
AJ turned 1 on Saturday. And the boy didn't even wake up to celebrate it at dinnertime.

Posted in: on March 05, 2007 at at 2:55:00 PM 0 comments

his friend BOB was there. Begging. For a ride home. Needless to say, all things carnal was taken to the backburner. At least, until we safely deposited BOB into the waiting bosoms of his ..er.. mother. He is the only boy in the family, go figure! I cheekily charged him RM30 for the ride and for obstructing our privacy and he yielded. But it turned out he only had RM20 on him. The other 10 shall be deposited into our collection for Abu's wedding. Hey, I take whatever I can get. I'm not fussy. We had fish and chips for dinner at around midnight using BOB's RM20. Heh.

*** Speaking of fish and chips, here was my dinner when he was away. Not exactly f & c but it had fish albeit a little burnt. The fish is on a bed of spinach, fresh button mushrooms and a few other veges I can't recall.

Posted in: on February 28, 2007 at at 1:27:00 PM 0 comments

flustered as the clock ticks. Perhaps from the anticipation of meeting him for the first time after oh, I don't remember how many, months. What will he be like? More dishevelled? Smart? How will he act? Distant or animated? What shall we talk about? Boring ol' weather? All these rambling thoughts, superfluous as they may be, are making my hands quiver. I'm trembling like a ninteen-year-old virgin. Stupid, stupid, stupid, really when I know later on we'll jump each other's bones no sooner than the airport carpark.

Posted in: on February 27, 2007 at at 6:47:00 PM 0 comments

he is coming home tonight. Perhaps my equilibrium will be restored. We've scrapped plans for tomorrow night since I am entertaining the regular visitor. But we'll be attending an event during the weekend and who knows what'll happen then.
Had some other unexpected visitors last night and I regret not behaving myself. Guess I will never hear the end of it next time we come visit them. I do apologise kak, it's not you I hate; it's them. Them and their big talk. Them and their marvellous journey around the world. Them and their low-cost house. Sod it! We'll talk in July and maybe we'll see the look of their faces then.

On a more positive note, to quote Ellen, "If it wasn't for blacks, jews and we wouldn't have the oscars!". I'm gonna go watch The Departed again....

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now I know why I had to take all those crazy courses. And now I appreciate them more. I do wish, though, that I had realized this then. How I wish I could turn back time. Back to the times when I had to sit through all the lectures by Dr Pavlou, Dr Evans and Dr Sweeney. It all makes sense now. I wish it made sense then. All those infinity and m and lambda. Well, for the most part, at least.

There's this one student who asked what the routing protocol is for the MSC. Haha. And the other one confidently said probably between distance vector and link state. I almost burst out laughing. And then Anna started asking me about the good ol' Erlang and its application. It turns out I'm not that stupid. I think I at least understood the concept of cell capacity and traffic planning. Ahem. Dr Sweeney should be proud of me.

Most importantly though, I really DO wish that I did it better the first time. Now it just kills me to remember that I hated the courses. They are actually very interesting indeed. It just goes to show that in life I shouldn't be upset for the current state that I'm in eventhough it is just damn painful. Macam Yasmin Ahmad kata tu la Jangan cepat GUBRA. And the answer to my earlier post; the trip WAS fruitful.

.....wish the photos turn out nicely. it's got that person in it.....

Posted in: on February 22, 2007 at at 6:52:00 PM 0 comments

on a field trip this morning. Hope it'll be fruitful. And it makes my morning knowing the students honored my deadline. Okaylah, takpelah depa so boring pun. Janji hantar assignment.

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I survived the long weekend! I am fully rested and contented. Sometimes a little bit of Robert Lindsay and Zoe Wanamaker can do wonders. A little bit of that flower is also okay, although I cried buckets for her. And...there is that little issue of privacy, which, managed to go my way over the weekend. I wish you came back a looooooooooooooot...later. A dash of experimenting with the good ol' tagliatelle and a pinch of dory and a splash of oregano fed my idle hands. And a whole lot of pillow-picking. I'm back to normal, well not quite. But it's close.

We're planning a bit of a getaway next week. Hope it bears fruit or maybe even a little bun in the oven! And the shock of today is that a little someone is still a Richard Branson mascot! Honestly, I don't see how you or him can stand the temptation! Is it something to do with the mechanics? Cuz I sure can explain that after 2 years in the game. Heh.

And I wanna adopt Garfield's cousin....

Posted in: on February 21, 2007 at at 11:54:00 AM 0 comments

for letting what other people say affect my feelings. Indeed, what Mr Farok said should be viewed as an encouragement for me to really write the book. (And he's oh so good-looking I should be proud he cared!) But on the other hand, I can't help but feel discouraged. I feel like lying down into the foetal position. I feel so small and helpless.

(Q small break(!) Gawd....I really DID lie down in the foetal position after Asar prayers)
It's okay. At least now I'm up. And able to vent my anger here and then maybe later I'll forget about it. I'll have a good holiday wity myself and by myself. And just you wait, Mr. Farok! I'll have the first chapter by another 10 days. Till then, here's to Good Health and Prosperity!

Posted in: on February 16, 2007 at at 6:18:00 PM 0 comments

bila dengar cerita teman. Memang ceritanya biasa-biasa saja. Cerita susah senang zaman kanak-kanak. Cerita ibu bapa bercerai-berai atau kawin lagi. Cerita ibu yang tak ingin hidup kerana ayah kawin sembunyi. Cerita kerja sambilan di cuti sekolah untuk menampung sara hidup. Cerita main di sawah bersama lintah dan pacat. Cerita panjat pokok dan curi buah. Cerita asah pensel dengan pisau. Cerita pakai kasut sekolah sampai haus. Cerita budak nakal dan ikut kepala sendiri.

Aku kurang bersyukur bila sambil mendengar aku mencelah. Aku tak sempat merasa itu semua. Aku menyesal tak dapat melaluinya. Aku kata semua masalah itu membuat seseorang menjadi berani dan cekal. Aku kata aku dulu di jaga macam dalam kaca. Penuh teliti dan dilindungi. Aku kata lagi aku kurang kasih sayang sebab banyak pengalaman hidup aku tak lalui.

Memang aku kurang bersyukur. Aku tak bersyukur ibu bapa masih bersama. Aku tak bersyukur abang dan kakak masih mahu menjaga. Walaupun aku dah berpunya. Aku tak bersyukur masa zaman kanak-kanak cukup ceria. Apa dijanji semua dikota. Aku tak bersyukur semasa meningkat dewasa tak perlu bekerja. Mencari wang membantu biaya. Aku tak bersyukur aku boleh tinggal di rumah batu-bata. Pagi-pagi tak perlu timba air telaga.

Tapi, alhamdulillah. Aku bersyukur kerana ada teman-teman untuk bercerita. Aku bersyukur kerana dapat pengalaman melalui mereka. Aku bersyukur kerana sudah tahu ilmu yang perlu ditambah di dada. Dan aku bersyukur kerana sekarang aku sudah sedar untuk bersyukur.

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by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Posted in: on February 12, 2007 at at 1:51:00 PM 0 comments

you Selamat Penganting Baru, Aida!!! I'm sorry I couldn't be there. Really. Pictures, please.

Posted in: on February 10, 2007 at at 2:27:00 PM 0 comments

pegi bank dekat Section 18. Balik tu lalu la dekat hostel InTEC. Saja drive slowly in front of the hostels, the parking lot in between the Girls' and the Boys' hostels, tengok pondok guard dekat girls' hostels...kenang-kenang zaman dulu. Heheh.

Dulu kat guard tu ada sorang mak guard yang badan dia lebih besar dari seorang pak guard. Kami panggil dia Bai. Short for apa tak tau lah. Cibai ke, Kaki Tibai ke, entah! Tapi dia garang. Suka tegur girls yang pakai short sleeves. Kononnya bersalah sangat dari sisi undang-undang kolej. (Memanglah salah even dari sisi agama) Tapi yang lebih penting perangai students, bukan pakaian. Kadang-kadang they all (the girls) geram; they all pakai short sleeves, then tutup dengan cardigan (masa tu tengah trend pakai black cardigans). Bila lalu depan Bai baik jek jalan. Keluar jek dari gate dan betul-betul depan mata Bai, they all bukak cardigan dan menunjukkan dengan jelas sekali short sleeves diorang. Hahahahahaha. Bai tak leh buat apa sbb outside of the hostel compounds. Ha tu la! Nak tegur pun kena ada cara. Dia suka tengking. Tengokla sendiri tengkingan tu masuk dalam kepala the girls ke tidak. Aku pun suka buat jugak kadang-kadang. Suka nak tengok muka Bai tu tercengang campur geram. Sebab dia kurang cerdik la. Rigid sangat nak ikut peraturan. Dia tak sedar ke banyak lagi hal penting. Macam hal girls yang suka keluar gate kui 10.55 (gate tutup kui 11.00) dan tunggu boyfriend kat parking untuk pergi clubbing? Pastu tak balik bilikla. Aku pun ada jugak kuar tak balik bilik TAPI bukan clubbing. Gi tidur rumah Ah Flo sebab nak tengok Astro dan main dengan Aleya. Masa tu aku tadek kereta. So tumpang kereta Noreen. Noreen tu pun bukan drive kereta dia sendirik. Kereta kakak dia. Tapi weekends she usually has the car. Kami pi makan nasi lemak kat SS14 Subang. Masa tu Ravi famous la. Tempat bebudak lepak lepas balik clubbing. Sekarang ni dah tutup kot Ravi tu. Dia tukar kat Gazebo. Kat situ la aku punya first date dengan Joe. Muahahaha. Tak class langsung. Sampai kami baik dengan sorang waiter kat situ, nama dia Umar. Umar ni suka layan kami. Nampak jek muka kami dia terus jerit "Nasi lemak ayam sambal dua! Teh tarik dua!". Heheheh. Suka aku. Takyah tunggu waiter bangla nak amik order.

Kat parking lot in between girls' dengan boys' hostel tu dulu tempat aku first time jumpa Joe. Dia parking kat situ nak amik aku go out for the first time. Dan lepas-lepas tu selalu la jadi port untuk dia tunggu aku. Kat situ la jugak pun kami budak-budak tunggu bas pagi-pagi masa nak pegi class. Kami tu refer to orang yang tak kaya dan tak ada kereta ni. Mana-mana yang parents kaya tu dan juga yang kaki tumpang senang la naik kereta nak pegi class kat Section 17. Aku tak. So terpaksa la berebut-rebut. Bas pulak bukannya banyak. So bas yang cantik tu pun dah ropa bas mini. Sikit bulan lepas tu nasib baik ada bas mini masuk dalam area hostel tu. Bayar la 50 sen ke 30 sen dah. Aku tak ingat. So tak berasak sangat la. Time pun flexible sikit sebab bas mini tu available every half an hour tak silap aku.

Dulu masa first semester aku duk block tepi sekali. Dekat dengan gate. Warden yang duk tingkat bawah masa tu Puan Aini ke apa tah. Tapi silap la. Dia Chiep Warden. The head. Pastu skema a.k.a garang jugak. Peraturan hostel ialah tak boleh bawak masuk lelaki dalam bilik. Tapi ada sekali tu aku ajak kakak aku dengan husband dia masuk bilik. Sebab abang ipar aku tu nak tolong angkat PC masuk dalam bilik. Pastu since dah ada PC akak aku pun pesan supaya sentiasa kunci pintu bilik. Aku tak pernah pun sebelum tu kunci bilik. Aku pun test la kunci. Apa punya bengong aku masa tu pegi test kunci dengan menutup pintu bilik tu betul-betul. Sekali kunci tu jam. Akak aku dengan husband dia dengan anak dia umur setahun ada kat dalam. Aku plak kat luar. Pintu takleh bukak. Meraung anak sedara aku. Terpaksa la jumpa Puan Aini. Mintak kunci spare. Terus dia basuh aku. "Ha tu lah, tuhan nak tunjuk. Takleh bawak masuk lelaki tapi awak bawak masuk jugak. Kan dah terkurung?" Dia tak ada kunci spare. Last-last aku terpaksa kopak pintu tu. Pintu pun dah berlobang. Nak kunci apa lagi?

Macam-macam lagi la cerita pasal zaman aku kat situ. Tak sangka after seven years I am back in Shah Alam and boleh visit tempat ni during my lunch hour. Tempat jatuh lagi dikenang inikan pulak tempat jatuh cinta mueheh.

Meanwhile, saksikan video clip ini..

Posted in: on February 09, 2007 at at 1:02:00 PM 0 comments

kalau suka bersolek ke, suka melawa ke, mungkin dapat anak perempuan. Tapi...aku mengandung ke?

Posted in: on February 08, 2007 at at 4:32:00 PM 0 comments

Ya Allah, *pls give me the serenity to accept those that I cannot change, the courage to change what I can, and the wisdom to know the difference...

* courtesy of Marc Cherry, heh.

Posted in: on February 07, 2007 at at 3:32:00 PM 0 comments

agak betul juga yek when they say sometimes other people are the ones that can see our strengths and weaknesses while we ourselves fail to see them. Thank you, sha, for having confidence in me. Aku sendiri still can't find the strength in me to pursue it --- permanent head damage? It takes a lot of guts. Tabik As ngan Shidi! Nanti kirim kat aku Norwegian Salmon hokeh?

Self discovery over KFC, anyone?

Posted in: on February 06, 2007 at at 3:20:00 PM 0 comments

....Banana Boat will no longer be the same. And I didn't even get a single tan line.
****Romance in the pool is just that -- romantic; BUT not when there are 10 other people in the same pool
****A hairy back is not cool when it's wet. Shave, people, shave!

Posted in: on February 05, 2007 at at 4:27:00 PM 0 comments

it was the company. The room was cramped. The air-conditioning reminded me of winter. Yeah, it was that cold. The space was limited. The tv show was that of southern america's cocoa industry and the riches of chocolate it brought. But all was ignored as discussions abound. How best to solve that sudoku puzzle? What garments were on sale? Which RM7.50 per pair shoes were comfortable? And indeed how could one afford property in Penang when prices were skyrocketing. It was just a one day event but I found it relaxing. Ya, Man, Jijin, and especially Ajmal were wonderful. I got my dose of baby smell the whole day. That about covers my cravings for another month or so. It didn't just end there late afternoon. No, there was food to be had and have food we did. Shasha and Ishkin joined the crowd, albeit a little bit late. Dinner was just passable. But the conversations were good. Siti Nurhaliza was one topic. The success, or rather, the unsuccessfulness of a certain laksa outlet was another. I regretted that there wasn't enough time to tour the whole mall with Kak Ida. You sure have a nose for good bargains! And I'm only kidding about Siti Nurhaliza. It was actually her husband that we were talking about; how he manages to always get the million ringgit deals without even having to possess so much as an office building.

Posted in: on February 02, 2007 at at 9:23:00 AM 0 comments

towards No 6, Jalan Kristal Lima 7/70E. Heh. We're treading on new grounds. I'm afraid but somehow sometime in the near future we're gonna have to do it. Might as well rough it now. I'm plowing full steam ahead. Some people are gonna get gunned down. Some people, on the other hand, will get the full privileges of a luxury cruise. Mak, raya tahun depan yek? Abah, serai ke daun pandan?

Meanwhile, this brought some of the familiar feelings back...

Posted in: on January 31, 2007 at at 4:12:00 PM 0 comments

By far this is the most boring class that I've taught. You get only 9 students but you expect that some of them would be jovial and funny. At least that was the experience that I got for the past two semesters. Tapi kali ini masyaallah! how boring. The kids (some of them are actually OLDER than me!) that are intelligent and enthusiastic enough turn out to be skema, those that do look like they could make some noises in the classroom are not interested in the subject. And there is a couple that are so quiet and introverted that I just don't know whether they understand what I am jabbering about or not. But the IP addressing issues did get them stoked. I got asked a lot of questions, made to conjure case studies out of thin air. Luckily, Uncle Cisco has helped me a lot. Now I do have the extra confidence to teach especially IP addressing. But in between there were no funny jokes, no singing remarks. I kinda expected this type of crowd to be the good ones before I started teaching but now I long for the antics of Suhaimi and Ismail, and the cheekiness of Nurul and Hilmi. Guys, repeat some papers why don'tcha?

Meanwhile, check out the flowers I got for my birthday last year. Ferrerro Rocher no less!

Posted in: on January 25, 2007 at at 10:39:00 AM 0 comments

and freebies? We just LOVE them, don't we? I was at a launch party of a Learning Management System recently and I've seen a crowd build up just to get the freebies. No matter that they are not the targeted audience, that they never have and never will use the system. There were freebies to be had and they weren't shy about queuing up to get all the goodies. Or is it a universal thing?

Posted in: on January 19, 2007 at at 9:33:00 AM 0 comments

It's beginning to change. My point of view, that is. Ever since I took the plunge to make myself better spiritually. I hope it keeps up. The only thing is to remember to accept the negatives as a stepping stone. I'm happy, though, that the offers have come pouring in. I hope it's a blessing. Sri Iskandar is beginning to look better. To buy or not to buy? To accept or not to accept? Can I have an ice-cream sundae and mull over it or should I go straight to the cleaners?

Posted in: on January 16, 2007 at at 10:59:00 AM 0 comments

Aku pegi deposit cashier's order kat machine. Boleh ke?

Posted in: on January 10, 2007 at at 10:40:00 AM 0 comments