Hark, Now Who's Talking, Baby!

Yea you might have guessed this post is about football. My first football infatuation since the good old school days, when Micheal Owen was the sole reason of supporting Liverpool and England.

Congratulations to Malaysia. Siapa yang tak puas hati tu I must repeat, sila makan sampah. Sampai facebook Najib pun dia spam, memang sekolah dalam longkang la tu namanya. Takde la nak kata suke Najib sangat tapi your rudeness makes me want to grab your fugly faces and slam it at the wall to my hearts' content.

We lost the match last night, but get to bring the Cup home. Well now I make it sound like extra luggage. Its disappointing, actually, because, like a friend put it, I wanted Malaysia to win with 0-1 AT THE LEAST but 1-2 was what happened. That dampened the euphoria a little. Plus it's a loss that the second leg is played there. Sumpah rugi gila demmit. But hell we're still proud, we are the champions, baby, first time and all, forget the neighbour's 19 years thirst.

Damn lagu Halimah Jongang just went on TV. Benci woi, terasa. Haha.

Last word about football - the senior team needs to spruce themselves up good and fast, because this team of youngsters have proven that they own the field and the day, too. Work hard and earn your places, boys, forget gossips with the local stars.

Plus apesal Sabda tu menang Most Valuable Player? Waddeeeeeee? We can't live without something valuable, and we sure can't live without KF! He was the man of the match through and through (and I hope for the upcoming 675 matches as well)!

Fuu. I hope this infatuation is short-lived. Letih nak catch up on matches. And 90 minutes is too long, too long. Plus it's a bowler's turn to be my potential boyfriend now, so the lookout's on the bowlers, not footballers! LOL

This is a Delicious Entry.

I read this in an article in a newspaper.

So psychologists claim that just by imagining eating foods may reduce your appetite for them, and help you with losing weight. This is, of course, contrary to the well-known fact of the sudden ravenous feeling that usually surfaces as we imagine a delicious meal.

For example, imagine this:

OOPS I got it wrong at 'delicious meal'. HAHA. Dosa lah, ngek.

OK tukar yang tak dosa sangat.

Ololooo ololooo. Ai laf yu Shahid Kapoor.

OK OK cukup. Back to the imaginary food consumption. We must imagine food.

So here's food. If you don't like this please Google your own favourite.

This is cordon bleu. (Kenapa teringat Ebnu Holdoon? Oh nein.)

Now start to imagine eating it. Ok Bismillah dulu. Now start. By nibbling it at first. Tasting at first the crunchy, golden-fried breadcrumbs. The sweet and supple chicken meat that seems to ooze deliciousness into your entire mouth. Then taking a bigger bite and closing your eyes while chewing because you can't help it when there's heaven filling your senses. The sweetness of the meat against the salty cheese that melts seductively in your mouth and brought fireworks under your eyelids. Repeating the process over and over, and being grateful all the way for the endless supply.

Now it is stated in the article that after tormenting yourself with this gluttonous imagination, you tend to consume only half of the usual amount you usually consumed. This is because your cravings has been partly satisfied in your sub-concious, thus dulling the after-effect. Of course, the only foods used in the research are morsels of cheese and M&Ms but I believe this applies to heavy meals too.

So the next time you're having a meal, stare at your plate and imagine eating all the happy things on it already before you even start touching them. And observe the result.

p/s: I tried googling makanan lazat at first, because it sounds more delicious than makanan sedap but the first image to appear showed a bunch of dead baby rats on a burger. Bangang.

p/p/s: Despite lack of reference, I wasn't bluffing - check this out @ OMGFacts

Love Like This

I am seriously in love with my friends. HAHA

I love my friends seriously.

Well that's a good example. I always thought that saying 'I love you' is equal with 'I am in love with you' but there you go, they carry different meanings.

But to this very day I have met two new friends that I am able to love to bits after only meeting them for a single day. I found that they are characteristically alike so maybe that explains why I love the latter so strong, though maybe it's an undeserved privilege.

Or maybe something to be avoided because anyone I love might suffer from unknown stalking activities, but let's leave that out.

Enough with this mushy-mushy stuff. Pelik kot.

Err. But that leaves me with completely nothing to write *about. So peace *out!

P/S: Ever since the "Glitters' episode of How I Met Your Mother
(I heart you Barney) I have been pronouncing 'out' in Canadian accent - as 'oot'. Damn funny ha ha. Ok not so much.

Murni dah selamat, anda bila lagi? ;)

Nilah Murni yang aku tak kasi kawin tu. haha. Dah selamat juga akhirnya.

Sekarang musim schoolmates kahwin. Ramai yang dah habis belajar tahun lepas. Maklumlah da tinggal sekolah sudah lima tahun. Maka sasaran seterusnya; kahwin. Sonang yo den tengok. Xyah pun kalut-kalut kumpul duit macam alasan orang zaman sekarang. Meriah je pun, baju plak lawa-lawa sngoti.

Dalam kereta berjalan pulang terpikir-pikir mungkin lagi dua tahun giliran GMI-mates pulak yang kawin. Which brings me to think kalau ada yang kahwin di Sarawak cane nak pegi? Kena jimat untuk tiket flight dari sekarang ke hahaha. Pastu pikir lagi eh kalau yang kat Serawak tu mesti la yang berkerjaya, jadinya konfirm lah lambat so xyah risau dulu~ :D

Random Facts about

Emak.

Friends told me I took after my mother not in looks but in attitude. I beg to differ since my mother is a (quite) soft-spoken person and is not one to express her own true feelings.

Anyways we share one thing in common - we both have the same clown instinct.

(which btw reminded me of a close friends' words - that particular guy liked to see me as a clown ONLY, he will never like me in ways other than that. well, i deal with heartbreaks by kicking them hard).

Back to my mother.

This is her latest picture.

Drama Mydin bersama Remy Ishak. Kah kah. My siblings and I were making fun of the picture and emak came over, did as if she was running alongside before asking us to snap a photo of her. And played well along when my sister told her to look afraid. Haha.

My mother had this Nokia with a simple camera and she loved it to bits. The one thing she would bring anywhere. Doesn't matter if she forgot her purse - her camera she won't leave behind. And if you're away she will MMS the pictures to you so you will be able to join in the fun.

Here's another picture of emak.

When asked about the pose she told us "I was pretending to be afraid".

But I think all mothers are funny. They joke at things you didn't expect. Go on, ask your mother a random question and prepare to be amused. :)

Live cardboard people!

this is big danbo and she's overcoming an obstacle. more here http://www.antontang.com/

funny how the most unexpected of beings turn out to be female. i used to think enid blyton was a man. (or maybe that was because i was too young to understand that enid is feminine). JK Rowling didn't let her books get published with her first name on it because she was afraid nobody would buy them (if people know a woman wrote it). i dont know if her trick works when the books first sold, but she's now richer than the queen herself so maybe the gender-hiding does play a role.

i wrote more crap than anybody i know. blocking the blog was an idea to prevent being embarassed.

this is for the anonymous.

i know you read my blog.

so now please read carefully.

stop uploading my pictures on to your facebook account; i know you still do. you are just embarrassing yourself.

you didn't live in my shadows. you yourself are drawing them around you.

so erase them and start anew.

i want my picture album back, so return it. you'd think of a way how.

i don't want to contact you for it, because if i do, i'd have done it since long ago.

i will never contact you.

you know i have a lot of problems, my life is a mess so please don't add to it.

stop violating my rights as an existing human.

i am sad. and scared. you are not a happy thought and never will be. you are like a gripping hand round the neck and i dread you like dreading seeing dead bodies.

you are the reason when i look over my shoulders in fear.

you are the reason when i cringe

you are the reason i hide my face.

so please ease me of this misery.

je t'aime, rsvp, merci boucoup!

one said i am annoying.

and he's not the first to say it.

both of them doesn't mean it, I KNOW, but there's always at least a teeny weeny bit of truth in what people said.

and i know that much is true, because sometimes, i even annoy me. i am stupid and shallow and doesn't think too much before doing anything. i am difficult, i talk a lot and demand every effort from those who are misfortunate enough to be in my surroundings.

and for that, i am sorry.

here i sincerely thank Allah for the friends i have, because they bear with me so much. i love them seeeeriously.

selamat kembali ke sekolah.

crazes

1. facebook shops i like. tags / quizzes / games addictions i can bear with. stalkers are common. hell, i can even tolerate oh-it's-already-twenty-minutes-must-update-my-status-or-post-a-link posts on the homepage. i can take all that. i accept that we all are different kinds of amazing people with hidden (or still vague) talents. but model competitions? pathetic wannabes who camWHORED, pitifully edit the photos with your SonyEricsson camera phones or online at picnik.com and have your skin all cleared up with Photoscape so the result is a photo taken during mosquito fogging and you expect poor us (who you tagged on your nose) to vote you? oh my oh my. please go take a spoon and knock it repeatedly on your heads until you dent either one of the two.


2. and the most annoying thing is that the uglier ones get all the votes because they practically pasted their faces on every surface and begged friends to vote - and we, being courteous Malaysians, did. if u did, uh, well, ah nevermind, just please don't like the picture of the blonde-haired, blue eyed, full-lipped shirtless malay GUY. when i saw him i went "babi*, kau gay ke?" argh!!


3. SPCA and zoo volunteers, Readers*, blood donations - do correct me if i'm wrong, but after DSLR, it seems like volunteer work is that 'thang' amongst youngsters right now. of course, it's fun and satisfactory. imagine watching that granny's face break into a smile when she sees that we are about to spend time with her. it's good for the mankind, dapat pahala bla bla bla, but will this enthusiasm die away too, sometime?

*Readers (UM) is a volunteer group serving blind students. they help these unfortunates in their work; for example read, look for books, and type.

Life is Miserable.

the longer you live, the more you want to do, the more problems you have. escaping is an unreachable dream, made impossible simply by the fact that you must continue on living. so you are left with not a single choice but to tackle it headlong. and who cares if you fracture your skull in the process? people might throw a glance or make a double-take, but nobody triple-checks. there are just too many things happening in the world to distract their attention from you. in a fraction of a second you become anonymous again, a speck of dust.

well maybe there exist some people who holds you significant. family - you can't cut through blood with the sharpest knife. they loyally bear with you, and in exchange for that you willingly forget their blunders and laugh at their jokes. but with friends for example, the simplest of things could be unforgivable. that was the time you unintentionally forgot to return a call for a month (or it could be that you are too stupid and thought facebook was enough), or kept things you borrowed for too long - if the time wasn't right, the white mistakes might be just the right amount of antimatter that literally sucks things and swallow them whole. nobody knew exactly why but suddenly you turn into a pitiful glob of mud which disgusts, but clings so hard it is unable to shake off. so what is to do in this situation? do you forcefully rip yourself off the piece of cloth, or do you recline into the folds so you could pretend you are invisible? to decide is crucial, because you won't want the saddest thing to happen - when they get rid of the crusted piece of earth with a simple flick of the finger. by this time all you get to see is their backs, turned on you.

Keseronokan (draft from 27th May 2010)

Jumpa the legendary abang Bob GMi Cafe on Facebook. Sampai harini tak paham nape orang panggil warung buruk tu cafe, bunyi mcm high class gila. Tp last2 panggil kedai abg Bob jgk sbb dia bukannye tokey pon. Masih terngiang-ngiang lagi sedapnye sambal belacan lawan nasi putih dgn ayam goreng dan sup kosong, n mcmane kite selalu berdilema samada nak telur dadar ke tak, sbb kalau ade telur dadar penuh tepung, dia jadi mahal 50sen. Abang Bob tak penah lekang senyum, tak kira la masa orang duk panggil2 dia tak sabar ataupun masa dia kompelin gaji dia sikit. Ooops tu rahsia, syytt :)

Abang Bob masih lagi berniaga, cumanye kedai dia bukan la dekat tepi pagar da, tp depan masjid baru GMi, bersih putih bersinar2. Dulu masa datang, nasi che we belum naik harga, lagipun mase tu kena belanja, skrg tak tau la :P

taknak ckp tige hari!

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itu pon tak bagi. nak gi pulau je, bukannye nak pegi bali masuk disko pon huih huih

MERAJUK

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tradisi kecemerlangan, menepati wawasan

when you write something, you'll only know what to put first when you've written the end.

hari ini di kolej kediaman ke 12 merangkap hostelku ade budak meninggal, jatuh dari tingkat lima. jatuh masa lompat balkoni nak ke bilik sebelah. seram sejuk dibuatnya. pastu gatal pegi tgk gambar plak tu. zaman gmi dulu pun, selalu lompat ke rumah sebelah punya balkoni sebab takde kunci. faham sgt situasi arwah mcmne, ramai je org buat mcm tu, tp dah ajalnya dia, tak pakai spek maka jatuh. arwah sempat mengucap katanya. padanlah polis ramai hari ni. van polis bawa mayat lalu depan mata, nampaklah how unceremonious they dump the body in the back of the van.

al fatihah untuk adik. :(

kuranglah lagi sorang belia harapan bangsa. tapi tak nafi, kat UM mmg banyak. this is something to be expected anyway, it IS the best university in the country. number one. serius rasa intimidated, by the size, by the way things work, by the students. i couldnt help thinking "ni could be one bakal menteri someday" each time i see a students' representative. lagi sekali insecurity issue, mereka bagus bagus belaka!

somebody slap me so i can be better than courage the cowardly dog.

and there's always a WHOLE lot going on, i dont think anybody have enough breath to catch up. *that sounds so stupid, i know 'out of breath' exists but am unable to rephrase it now* like, next week from monday to thursday (2nd to 5th of August from 11am to 10pm) ada mobile fair - although takdak la besar mana - right at the car park in fronta kolej 12 selling gadgets with up to 70% discount. laptops, handys, cameras are up for grabs. tp jgn tanya la made in china ka dak, i dont know.

okayy. besok mak nak datang. nak tgk adik jantanku yang seorang itu kat kyuem lembah beringin. baru nk bawak budak tu jalan KL (proses merosakkan imam muda sg udang XD). *dulu org skola kl mak tade pon nk dtg2 kl tgk org, mentang2 la gmi dekat dgn stesen lrt, manjang nk suro balik melaka je * tp xpe la, bole beli baju raya wee~

ok i still dont know what to put first. have a happy weekend, people!

tiru topik mun yg pasal dependent2 tu.

sbb perasaannye sama je. jadi dependent. xmo kua sorang. mesti nk at least tige org. (sbb kalau kelu berkata-kata bole ade yg ketiga menyelamatkan keadaan XD) nk pegi makan pon takmo sorang. kat dochland dulu bole je pegi sana sini naik tren seekor diri, jumpe org mabuk busuk yg ikut pindah seat mase aku pindah (sheesh) pun tak serik serik lagi tapi bila kat sini nk turun beli nasik pon xmo sorang2. padahal sini kan kampung halaman, bole ckp melayu, bayar guna ringgit, org lain lgsg x heran lgsg x racist pon. nk pegi kedai xyah ckp la, lagi la berdegup-degup jantung. tempat ni besar sgt agaknye. ramai sgt org. perut pun besar, lagi la rase insecure :P serius ni, kritikal. rimas la kalau nk gi mane2 kena ajak orang, kena gerak ramai2. blum cite lagi org tu rimas asyik kena ajak je ye tidak?

kalau x cuba, mane nk tau. mane nk berani kalau tak buat. pstu kalau buat sekali, buat dua kali, tiga kali, baru la boleh jadi biasa.

tp nk buat yg 1st time tu la yg paling payahhhhh.

Operasi Stalker

'mestila i ade. possible ke sekarang utk tak ade facebook?' kate seseorang.

actually, it IS possible. tak kesah pon actually tade fb, kalau ko jenis yang tak kesah tertinggal satu dua private jokes antara kawan2. tapi sbb ramai yang kata facebook itu hampir menjadi perkara wajib, maka ia menjadi sangat senang skrg utk menyetalk orang, sbb sume orang ade fb. ngehe :D

eventho tak kenal orang tu sapa. u just know he is a somebody *yes it's a he, im not gay* but absolutely nothing else, not even his name. u can still find him within fifteen minutes on fb. tapi susah lah. nk tanya orang, malu. kena la bukak page sana bukak page sini. google itu ini. tgk gambar berkeping keping nk cari tag. ingat senang? n after all the hard work, the satisfaction upon seeing his page load before you ... priceless.

n then u begin to be his most frequent visitor. kalau dia letak hit counter kat profile mmg la senang2 je naik seratus dalam seminggu. kalau ade blog, huh, tiap2 post pun bace. siap analyze gaya tulisan, dia suka guna short forms ke tak (ini sgt penting ok), english dia ok ke tak XD pastu kompem2 la nk tgk gambar. kalau ade 400 pon tgk jgk satu2 dgn tade miss sekeping pun. tido lambat pon takpeee. then hesitate, nak add fren ke tak? last last tekan jugak request. pastu comes the agonizing wait. konon2 tak mau bukak page dia sehari sebab takmo tgk dia da approve ke belum (pdhal ade je notification kuar nnt). sehari. dua hari. tak approve jgk. start la operasi maki plak. *sombong mcm beskal buruk!bajet hot!* hahahha. padahal paham je nape dia tanak approve, da nama pon tak kenal kan. sendiri pon buat gitu jgk. *note to those who've been rejected, ye, sorryyy* anyways. lepas maki, sambung balik kekecewaan. namun operasi stalk masih lagi dijalankan tanpa gagal.

hey, i only add and stalk those who are worth it. yg kacak bergaya dan cantik menawan sahaja. kalau tgh mengandung mesti anak aku kuar besok jadi lawa.*hey thats not even a bad idea.*

so be a good sport, and approve me. XD

p/s:two posts in one day, though of no value still is an improvement.

none. though it would help if you approve my friend request on facebook

we are advised to jot down our thoughts on pieces of paper so that it won't clutter our minds. i find it irritating, really, because it's always hard to find a pen at hand when i thought of something, and my handphone's always out of reach every single time.

on friday i was cleaning my ears (something i do everytime i got out fromthe showers, mind you) when i thought the little piece of cotton bud got stuck in my ear. well, one end of the stick was empty. i really thought so. i tried to fork it out but i could feel it went in deeper. so i went to friends for help and they told me they saw nothing, and we were rushing to class and there was nothing i could do about it at that time.

i was freaking paranoid the whole day all through class, and i could simply feel the bud in my ear everytime i swallowed.

that afternoon i went back and saw the piece of cotton sitting serenely on my bed, white and guiltless.

kim kardashian named her chihuahua princess. i know its a girl, but that's so uncreative.

there's just no end to the tutorials. and i only have two assignments at the moment but they freaking nag at the back of my mind and it's making me uneasy.

sunday morning rain doesn't fall, but in the afternoon it does. and coffee is always heavenly.

The Eye Sees What You Want It to See

there was a boy who said we all are actually wearing crosses, almost every day. when asked, he said, the buttons on a shirt (ones with breast pockets especially) resembles a cross. Like this one:

See? I don't.

I must say, he had a very vivid imagination. I'm not saying everybody is nice and harmless. But you can't live while seeing things inside your head.

Nak tepuk dada kuat2 kasi luruh jantung, baru lega kot.

Was wäre, wenn ...

Im Leben geht es um zwei Dinge. Hoffnung und Entscheidungen. Manche nennen es Träume, manche Ziele. Hoffnungen treiben einen an. Die Hoffnung, sich mal ein Auto leisten können, den besten Job zu bekommen, oder vielleicht etwas Ruhm zu ergattern. Auf jeden Fall die Hoffnung auf die Liebe eines Lebens. Doch hoffen allein genügt nicht. Um sich zu verwirklichen, muss man Entscheidungen treffen. Das steht auf der anderen Seite der Gleichung. Aber entscheiden tun die wenigsten im Leben. Die übrigen lehnen sich entspannt in ihrem Kinosessel zurück und sehen zu, wie die Helden auf der Leinwand die Entscheidungen treffen, die sie sich selbst nicht zu fällen trauen. Kaum einer bricht zu einer Reise ins Ungewisse auf. Wir brüllen dem Hauptdarsteller des Films zu, er solle endlich seinen gut bezahlten Job kündigen, um den verborgenen Schatz in der Wüste zu suchen. Im wahren Leben würden wir selbst das nicht tun. Wir würden warten, bis jemand uns etwas gäbe. Bis jemand anders was für uns mächte. Klagen würden das Einzige sein, was wir machen.

Wäre es nicht schön, wenn wir entschieden hätten?

Der langsamste, der sein Ziel nur nicht aus den Augen verliert, geht immer noch geschwinder als der, der ohne Ziel herumirrt. (Gotthold Ephraim Lessing)

Viel Erfolg.

Vent Number Two

Hey that last post was my 100th! Tak perasan pon.

Well I still have 43 minutes left before we go. And was facebooking like I always did. Came across a post from a colleague xxx :P

Original story here. Well I don't know if it was authentic, I trust nothing these days but you get an overview.

Even the stupidest person can imagine the situation as such: Aminulrasyid kuar nk pegi macha, bwk keta akak dia, dia tade lesen, nampak polis dia takut, pstu dia pun nk cabut. Polis nampak dia nak lari, egt dia criminal, n upon stopping him to get away they shoot, kena tayar, kena kepala, tak sengaja.

Everybody can get all worked up because of a misunderstanding. The police misunderstood the boy as a criminal. Even the parang they found in the car pun jadi suspect. Kakak dia pegi menebas kot petang tu, mana tau. Masalah betul. People misunderstood the police, saying they are all corrupt and whatnots, polis jahat pukul orang. Honestly kalau nak depend on opinions maknanye semua orang kat dunia ni jahat lah, takde exception.

I wasn't there, you weren't there, we didn't know what REALLY happened, so why nk bising2? Yang kecoh sangat tu, korg nmpk ke apa jadi, betul ke polis tu pijak kawannye si arwah? Bosan la korang. Pastu parti tu parti ni plak bising, dah campur hal politik pulak. Clicheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Menggeliat panas arwah dalam kubur. Al-Fatihah.

p/s: hebat plak polis tu tembak tepat-tepat. dlm movie pon, slalu je tak kena

I'd Say Anything ...

... to get to stay here longer. Haha.

Kitorang nak pindah dah, in less than four hours, and I'm still not done with the packing. Any time now the bags are going to burst at the seams from all the load. I couldn't understand it really. I practically put off shopping every weekend to avoid schlepping so much when it's time to move. And I posted some 20kgs of stuff away too. Tapi banyak jugak. Hiskk

In the first six months of our stay in Germany we did language courses. German at class, German at home, German on the streets... The only time I get to speak Malay is the time I spent online (which is quite a lot anyway). And it's not literally speaking either, more towards typing, but still I get to THINK in Malay, which is a relief.

Anyways. We did an exam after those six months, and moved to Munich. Here we have language courses no more, we did seminars they usually gave to already qualified teachers. We do projects, mostly in museums, at parks, at an old-folks' home, and one time in front of the university, where you have to jump on unsuspecting students coming out from their lectures and interview them about the student community that went against the Nazis...

We have to learn all the words that are connected to the theme we are doing that week. We did all-expenses-paid-except-if-you-want-to-buy-magnets daytrips to Chiemsee and Salzburg. We visited practically every museum in Munich, and the Botanical Garden too. A teacher should know how everything works, so we visited a newspaper printing factory, the BMW Museum and the Bavarian Film City. Dayang, the trip to Augsburg was cancelled, I wanted to go there by myself but there just wasn't time, sorry ye laling :)

So the point of our stay in Munich is that we get to experience Germany not only on the surface, but deeply too. At the same time we learnt some methodics and didactics (how do you spell it in english?) for our future careers as human engineers. Being a teacher is irritatingly hard, you have to have a complete control of yourself, which is REALLY not my thing, if you know me. Haha. But then you have a reason to wear lipsticks to work, because you want to attract your students' attention to what you are saying. :) they say it's an unconcious thing, but i just don't think so. :P

Everything that begins must have an end, (well, except for Allah SWT) so now we are again starting a new phase. I'm looking forward to Goettingen, because then I don't have to listen to this annoying ringtone of my host grandmother's friggin telephone which rings at least once every freakin 15minutes! And if she's out and I'm in my room, I won't hear the ringing but the message the caller is leaving afterwards, which will make me run out to see who is talking in the entrance hall. Who says old ladies aren't socialites? Huh.

No, no, seriously. Goettingen is a small town smack in the middle of Germany. Go Google, thank you. We get to play football! Lets pray I won't be hyperventilating after 5 minutes.

TSCHAU!

Correction

i meant RUYUNG in the last post. not REBUNG. :p

I Hate Goodbyes.

Kalau tak nak berpisah, jangan bertemu.

Tapi mane boleh. Nak duduk dalam gua ke. Takyah keluar rumah, tak payah pergi mana-mana tak payah jumpa siapa-siapa. Takpun jumpa dua minit tepi jalan. Very the unpersonal.

Benda yang tak ada tak payah diingat-ingat.

Duduk sini bising nk makan karipap, nk mkn ubi ketuk, nk makan McDonald's. Ayah Pin (hahaha) cakap bole je makan kat sini, tapi takmau la, perut bergelora bila teringat mendalah tu tak sembelih. Mengomel sana-sini, orang Kedah ckp lapar _____ (isi nama makanan). Eh, apesal sume pasal makanan? :D
Nanti da balik bising lagi panas la, nk mkn bauerbrot, kecoh cari kentang rebus tetiap kali nak makan.

Kalau tak dipecah kan rebung mana nak dapat sagunya.

Takde kena mengena pon. Saje nk tulis.

There's a first time for everything.

But it doesn't mean there's a second time. When it does happen, well, itu maknanye that's the first time that event will happen to you twice. Hehe.

Barang yang lepas, hai jangan dikenang

Kalau dikenang, meracun diri. Tapi perlukah menjadi amnesia. Dan macammane pon lupekan, kesannye tetap ade, walaupun kite tak realise. Mana nak erase kesan? Bukan tulis pakai pensil. Lagi-lagi kalau tak perasan, tetiba orang lain yang cakap, adeh terus sakit perut.

Khamis ni pindah lagi.

Just when we started to get used to this city. Takmau pegi Göttingen. I don't like small towns. Nanti the only available Freizeitmöglichkeit ialah bersenam. Iskk

Beli buku banyak2 nanti susah plak nak pindah, download free eBook je la :)

Random extracts:

A guy telling a dog off

... who is gazing a whippet straight in the eyes and saying, "Put your paws on the floor. Step away from the humans."...

Well, it was funny.

A lot is going through my mind

1. Last year of the A-levels I went movie watching with my younger siblings kat KL. Mase tu Aiman bosan duk GMI so dia kata dia pon nk ikut, n sebab aku macho aku bwk la dia skali. Lagipon dia ade keta jadi senang nk transport anak2 ayam :D Kitorang tgk cerita ni:The story was, well, childish. Bayangkan macamane Aiman menderita. HAHAHA. And that made me laugh while I was brushing my teeth.


2. I hate Munich. The town is home to buildings aged more than 400 years old which are still preserved in all its majesty. You go in the big wooden doors, go through the enormous entrance hall and up the stairs (they're all built the same way), rub the noses of the lions flanking the stairways for luck, walk with the tips of your fingers touching the walls (well, because you are alone and you feel a little bit insecure) and then you start to think about all the Judith McNaught's novels and ever little bit of Jane Eyre you ever read. And that makes you yearn for something unreachable. Solution? Go to the window look out at the cars passing. That'll pull you back to reality.


3. Protection. (I'm not talking about condoms, I'm talking about knights in shining armors) well it's lame. Isn't this the era of emancipation, the age of feminism? So why would people bother so much as to escort somebody through two train stations? Is it the fault of the girl who got pulled by drunken boys and couldn't free herself? And why was she the target anyway?


4. Edward Morike (with an umlaut) said we must always have something to look forward to.


5. Hey, I can't help it if I stand in a dark room and stare for a long time at books really, really old they had to be kept in aquariums with their own ventilators. My hand was practically ITCHING to touch its leaf and see it crumple between my fingers (hyperventilate. iskk)

old school

we managed to get in contact with classmates from year six. everybody's so excited, talking about a reunion, reminiscing old habits and trying their best to remember how did the others look like. twas btw funny to see how much we have changed, and how much we never changed. a friend, with whom i always quarrelled (except on the day we got our UPSR results :P) still manages to get on my nerves today, ten years later. grr. pegilah kau, hish. i felt small and grinny (is there such a thing as grinny?) like i did before when i was eleven years old. by the way i used to be quite small, too

anyway all these talk brings back the memories. and since this is the month of april let me tell you a story that happened in 1999 in the same month.

i was naughty and stubborn. but not so much, i was a prefect, and i came in late a lot of times, and that quite sums it up. one time i didn't pass up my bahasa melayu grammar book for, say, three times in a row, and the teacher wasn't happy with that. so i was called up to the front with another girl (twas you kan, hasanah?). the teacher started to bla bla bla about how the UPSR is coming and i was so naughty and do you really want to take the exam, or do you want to stay another year in standard six? (because i skipped the fourth year of primary school)

then (i quite forgot how it really went) she got all worked up and all of a sudden slapped me in the face. repeatedly. on both cheeks. because of a flimsy exercise book. then she remembered that she was also scolding another girl and slapped her too, one time only okay, after a second's hesitation. i can practically see the class drawing their breaths in shock, and honestly, i didn't see it coming. i mean, i was eleven. what do i know about the ups and downs of a woman's world?

a few days later she told me my father came to school and told her off, and that i was a tell-tale and an arrogant snob. you complete cow. i wouldn't tell such an embarassing story to anyone. my mother was teaching in the same school, and you told her yourself you slapped me, and what do you expect? i remember quite well that i did NOT tell my father, or any family members either. i didn't know he came to school either! you are a COWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

so anyway. i NEVER pass up my book after that. and i am writing this to warn those old classmates that we don't need any teachers in our reunion. i know a grudge is unhealthy but what the hell. she ruined all the memories of primary school.

I hate dentists.

I took out the stitches this morning. This evening I was brushing my teeth and felt something unfamiliar at the place where my upper left wisdom tooth should be residing happily before it was forced to premature extinction.

there is a broken piece of teeth there.

a remnant of something that would have never been there.

and the dentistS didn't see it.

I hate them. If my future husband is a dentist he'd better start thinking of another career possibility, because I just might hate him.

Since I Friggin Can't Talk, I'll Write

So at my first weekend at Munich I did nothing, I spent two whole days in bed because my wisdom tooth, which by the way is quite stupid, was really painful. The teacher and the host grandmother pitied me and told me to go see a doctor. I didn't want to at first, the pain had already subsided by then, but the next day it started to throb again that I panicked and went to the dentist.

So the all-busy dentist told me I must get my four wisdom teeth operated. ALL FOUR! The first appointment will be in two weeks, which was quite ridiculous, really, because by then I didn't feel any pain at all. But she was the dentist, and I could not bear the thought of turning restlessly in bed in agony, and depending on painkillers. So I said OK, we'll operate. The first operation was last Tuesday.

I thought it will be easy. The dentist promised it would not take longer than half an hour, so what harm could be done in a half hour? My appointment was at eleven, and I was called in at 12:30. So much for the punctuality. He greeted me with "Feeling a little nervous now, huh?" And I merely shrugged, I wasn't nervous, I SIMPLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS TO COME.

So they started with an anastasia, I don't care how it was spelled. All went numb. He cut open my gum, the helper started to use the sucking straw to clean the insides of my mouth. Boy was I naive. I thought she was cleaning saliva away. She was sucking away blood, for God's sake! And she used some stick to keep my mouth open, and scratched the side of my mouth.

He played around with my gum a little. Then he told me my tooth was stubborn, and started to use some sort of sawing machine to cut away the bone that stopped my tooth from going out. And sawed and sawed away, applying force as he did that. I was lying there looking at the two faces crouching over me concentrating on my stubborn tooth, and I thought, this was just like in the movies. Then he started to pull it out, and the tooth was still stubborn so he was all but holding on to my head to yank it away. The tooth "jumped out" (quoting him) and his shirt got all dirty with my blood. Serves you right. But I was so nervous I laughed.

Then he started on the upper wisdom tooth which was actually harmless. This is "more difficult, because I couldn't see it properly" and he started to turn my head around, repeating the process. Torture was shorter, thank God. Then he started to sew it up. I was like, who in the world sew up gums?!! But since he was working with my mouth I could not speak. I must go there again to take the stitches out.

After the operation I was so brave I went with the class to BMW-Welt, we had a guided tour there. But halfway through the anastasia was wearing off and I started to hold on to walls. So I went back home.

I woke up on Wednesday with a pillow dirtied with blood. And a big cheek. This is no joke, okay, I already got big cheeks and the swelling didn't help. I skipped class, they were doing charity work, going to a Lebensmittelspende and a centre for help to the homeless. In the afternoon it was a visit to an old-folks home, I missed out the fun. BTW do you know that they actually collect foods that are already past expired date, but still edible, to give away? One of the receiving ends was schools, and I thought, so this is why we got crap foods.

You know Bell's Palsy, right? You know how the face got senget. Same thing here, I have a non-symmetrical face. Anyway. I don't feel well at all. I have diarrhoea, from the different sorts of medicaments I took. I shivered from cold on a bright sunny spring day, and caught a fever. It was funny, actually, sitting there at KFC dozing off to sleep while shivering like I have the demam kura. Haha. And I am freaking HUNGRY!

Jemputlah Datang Saya Kahwin

semangat crite kawin smlm. balik pun semangat google gambar konon nk inspirasi. last last jumpa satu je

Go Stand at Marienplatz

at any one point, look straight ahead and don't turn your head. In 15 minutes you will be able to see at least four cute guys with hairstyles that really match your taste! Four! This means you have an average chance of meeting a guy every 3 minutes.

Sorry for being so mundane and narrow-minded, but isn't the world a happy place? :)

This applies to everything:

Until you find The One, you do lots and lots of tryouts.

*Not only in matters of clothes

Ostrich Moments

Raya Osnabruck 20 September.

Rumah Kak Noor. Meja makan. Baju oren. Minum air oren. Ambik gambar angkat gelas. Sekali anak kak Noor tegur. Wah, baju sama dengan jus. Cakap Deutsch. Balas; gagap. Err.

Minum air lah, cover.

Classroom, last month.

Datang lambat. Terpaksa duduk depan sekali. Belajar grammar. Berangan-angan. Tiba-tiba. Cikgu tanye ADUSO apa? Jawab kompiden. Cikgu tanye mana letak verb? Jawab laju-laju. Eh, salah la! Err. Segan, segan.

Tangan automatis capai cawan dan minum kopi sejuk yang tinggal separuh.

Kulturbüro, in der Pause.

Bosan. Berlegar-legar cari member nak berborak. Jumpa mangsa. Start ayat cliche - tanya asal mana, cuaca hari ni asyik la snow, kat Malaysia takde snow, sentiasa 28°C. Then awkward pause. Takde idea dah. We look around at other people talking festively.

Di tangan ada cawan. Minum air lagi.

Stockholm - achtzehn Mal verknallt :)

Stockholm - Lapan belas kali jatuh cinta :)

You should NOT go to Sweden during winter. Well, -13 degrees wasn't that bad anyway, you might've experienced colder nights, but muddling your way like a penguin through the thick snow prevented you from really seeing the city.

This trip was quite spontaneous. We jumped on the first available opportunity for a getaway weekend (Funny, kat Malaysia asal cuti je nak balik rumah, kat sini, asal cuti je xmau duduk rumah). We didn't plan anything. Absolutely nothing. I bought the tickets and booked the rooms, and that's all. Armed only with the knowledge that it's very, very cold there, we flew to Sweden.

Finding the way to the hostel took an hour and a half. We spend a rushed hour just trying to get hold of tickets and find the bus station. We climbed in "Pakcik, we need to get to Skeppsholmen."

"You got the wrong bus, this is number 56, you need the 65." Sheesh. Blame it on the German way of reading numbers. "So where do we take the bus?" I persistently ask. The driver tried to explain, his English was mediocre "On the other side of the road, come, I'll show you" and he actually got out of the bus, brought us to a junction and I was so grateful I forgot all my English grammar. :)

Not worth the fuss, anyway - we had already missed the last bus. So we had to take the underground. Before that, a study of the free maps we took at Information is a must - the underground station is a good 15 minutes walk from the hostel.

Ah, latte macchiato dulu sepam. Plus abang yang keje SJ counter tu really is Burberry material - my latte tastes like caramel. Slurrp. Dark hair falling into eyes - didn't they say Sweden had Europe-famous beautiful girls? Well, the men looks delicious too. :P

From the subway we had to - again - study the map under street lights, and suprisingly a Swedish couple came by asking "Do you guys need any help?" and then explained, really detailed, on how we could get there. The helpfulness was amazing, I was touched.

So finally we got there. A pakcik was at the counter and at the moment he said "Hej," (pronounced 'hey', which means hello) so friendly and warm like drops of honey I fell in love. For the fourth time that night.

On the first day we went to the Old Town - Gamla Stan where the

sambung later. homework waits

To you

Shahril Azri whom I just added on Fb - I read your info and I didn't have the heart to post this on your wall. I didn't know you personally, anyway.

You said:

Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.datz why i hates books

And what I meant to post:

hai. :) i dont agree with you. reading IS beneficial. your brain works actively by reading - digesting new information etc n its much much more better than just sitting around listening to 'sounds'. and it IS a matter of opinion - i like books, and you hate them, but as you can write about it, so can i too. :)

You should be proud I wrote this for you. :D

(^_^;)

I was listening to the Posies, doing work at the table when suddenly I felt there was someone standing behind me.

I only had the table lamp on.

I don't want to look back.

I don't want to look at the window in front of me, because it's dark outside and I can see my own reflection, and of course what's behind me.

I changed songs. Quickly.

And when Eternal Flame came on, the atmosphere eased considerably.

I not stupid. Just paranoid.

When You Can't Get Rid of Them, Join Them

I have always thought of them as cheesy. And childish. I could not fathom why people wasted so much effort typing all the symbols into place. The only good thing is that they express feelings really well.

Anyway. These symbols are heavily used in Korea and China but for some reason they are called Japanese emoticons. The explanations for each emoticon are copied and pasted here directly. Enjoy (o^v^o)

Hi!
(^_^)/
(^^)//
(^0^)/
(^o^)/
(^O^)/
(-o-)/
(^-^)/
(^^/

smile
( ^^)
(^_^)
(*^^)
(^.^)
(*^^*)
(^^)
(^.^)
('-'*)
(#^_^#)
(*^.^*)
(*^^*)
(*^_^*)
(*^o^*)

(^^)(^^ )(^ )( )( )( ^)( ^^)(^^) turn by smiling

Being glad!
(^O^)
(^o^)
(^o^;
(o^v^o)

smiley oldman ^)_(^

Ouch!
(>_<")
(>_<)
(><)
(>_<
(x_x)
(><)
(>_<")
(>_<)
(><#)
(>o<")

a baby (';')
a yawn (~o~)
cold sweat
(;^_^
^-^;
(^-^;
(^-^;)
(^.^;
(^^;
(^^;;
(^o^;
(^^;)
(^^;;
(^^;;;
(^_^;
(^_^;)

embarrassed, scratching one's head
(^_^;;;
(^_^;;?
<^_^;
with a handkerchief
( ;^^)
(^^;
(^o^;
(^O^;
f(^_^)
(;^_^A

Oh no!
(-_-;)
(O.O;)
(oo;)
(@_@;)
(°°;)?
(-_-;)
(-o-;
(^_-;)
(~_~;)
(O.O;)
(/--)/

Why? (?_?)
ET (-)_(-)
yeah d=(^o^)=b

victory
v(^o^)
(^^)v

cry and sob
(;_;)
(ToT)
(T_T)
(T0T)
(;O;)
(T.T)

endure by crying
(/_;)
(;_:)
(;o;)
(T-T)
(TOT)
(T^T)

turn by crying
(;_;)( ;_)( ;)( )(; )(_; )(;_;)

smoke a cigarette (-.-)y- (-¡-)y-~~~~
(-¡-)y-
(>.<)y-~~~
(^_^)y-
(>.<)y-~~~
(>,<)y-~~~
(-.-)y-
(-.-;)y-~~~

no no, I don't want (shake his head)
(;_; )( ;_;)
(T.T )( T.T)

ummmm
((+_+))
(*_*)
(+_+)
(-"-;)
(+o+)

wink
(-_^)
(^_-)
(^_-)

I can't stand any more to be awake…
(-_-) zzz...
(-.-) zzz
(-.-)(__)... zzZ
(+.+)(-.-)(_ _) ..zzZZ

being cheerful o(^o^)o
sing a song (`O`)
I'm very glad! (..)(^^)(^¡^)(*^o^)

yes yes(nodding)
(--)(__)
( ^.^)( -.-)( _ _)

What??? (@_@)
I'm proud (~^~)
silence... ('_')

Bow his thanks politely
m(._.)m
m(__)m
m(_ _)m
<(_ _)>
_(..)_
_(^^)_
( ^.^)( -.-)( _ _)

dancing
o(^-^o)(o^-^)o o(^-^o)(o^-^)o
q(^-^q)(p^-^)p q(^-^q)(p^-^)p q(^-^q)(p^-^)p

a small glad
('-')
('-'*)

bye~~
(^_^)/~~
(^-^)//
(@^^)/~~~
(;_;)/~~~
(^.^)/~~
(^.^/)))~~~
(^^)/~~
(^o^)/~~~
(ToT)/~~~
(^-^)/~~
(;_;)/~~~
(**)/
(^-^)/~
(^.^)/~~~
(^0^)/~~
(^^)/~~~

leave sneakingly
((((((^_^;)
(((((((^^;)
...((((( ((;^^)
......(((^^;)

no good (dameda...)
(*_*)
(+_+)
(x_x)
(x_x)~

It isn't good at all... _(++)/
a face with glasses (^0_0^)
yakuza(japanese mafia) (^_^X)
look down below ( ..)

no no
(>_< )( >_<)
o(><;)(;><)o

good friends (nakayoshi) ( ^_^)(^_^ )

fight!
p(^^)q
e(^ ^)g
(p^-^)p
q(^-^q)
p(^-^)q

glare at you (`_')
being frustrated ( --)//~
kiss! ( ^)(^-^)
I'm very pleased!
(*^3^)/
(^3^)/
)^o^(
( ^3^)/
o(^^o)
(o^^o)
(o^^)o

look around restlessly but curiously ('' )( '')
being startled(a surpris when someone ask you something that you don't want to be asked)
)))))))))))(^^;)/

without emotions
(*_*)
(+_+)
(+_<)

feel dizzy (@o@)

turn your head
(^_^)( ^_)( ^)( )(^ )(_^ )

turn and feel dizzy
(^_^)( ^_)( ^)( )(^ )(_^ )(@_@)

thumbs up!
(^O^)g
d(-_^) (^^)

I'm sad (/_;)
I'm beaten / you win/ hold a white flag (_ _,)/~~
hide oneself secretly (^_^;))))))
walk like a crab <(-_-)> )))

it's here
p(._.)

a fish
<+ ))))><<
<+ )))><<
<+ ))><<

sazaesan 8(*^^*)8

It's cold {{ (>_<) }}

punishment (note the whip?)
(°°; (--)/~~~
(--)/~~~~~~~
(-_-)/~~~~ o

strugle/wriggle
(><;)
(;><)o

the game of stone-paper-scissors
(^O^)g stone
(^O^)y scissors
(^O^)W paper

dejected
........ ( ..)

sleep together
{[(-_-)(-_-)]}

help me~~
(T.T )
( T.T)

kiss
(* ^)(*^-^*)
(*^3^)/
(^3^)/

I catch you!
(^^)/~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(((((;^^)
I catch you by pinching
(^_^)-c<^_^;)
(;^^)===C

(=_=) stay up all night

where? I'm looking for
(((.. )( ..)))

examine well
(..)
(._.)
o(.. )o

w(^o^)W oo —Watashi Nihongo Hanase mase--n, I don't speak Japanese(imitate a foreigner)

(((((((;^^) ran away secretly


what I mean...(explain)
(^.^)b
d(^-^)

yawn
(_ _)(-.-)(~O~)
(~O~)(-.-)

applause
(^-^)//
(^^)//
(*^^)//
(^-^)v v
(^o^)//"""

scissors 8<

wow! W(`0`)

make comic faces
(=^_^=)
(=^_^;=)
(=;_;=)

When someone says something that you disagrees with.
(-_-#)
(-_-#)
(-_^:)

bingo! !(^^)!

wait! (^^)/~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(((((;^^)

It's dizzily! (/_+)/

the glasses (@_@)

hello hello ---(telephon)
( ^_^)Û---------Û(^_^ )
(-_-)B
(-_-)D

make a promise by linking little fingers with each other (^_-)db(-_^)

tremble with joy
w(^o^)W wow
(((o(^¡^")o)))
((o(^°^)o))
(o(^°^)o)
o(^-^)o
o(^o^)o

be threatened (-_-#)

fall (o_ _)o

mya- (a cat) (=^_^=)
a cat which has cold sweat (=^_^;=)
It isn't good at all...(=x_x=)
a cat which is crying (=T.T=)

a pig (^o_o^)
a pig opening his nose holes (^0_0^)

Ultraman (o|o)

New Year

The past few years I had kept on repeating:

If I had cared about what people said, I would be stick thin by now.

But two weeks before New Year (aided by a bout of three-day freaking-funny-but-true brainwashing session from some not-so-soft-spoken friends) I realised that I SHOULD care. I noticed that after each stair-climbing session I am so out of breath, be it only a few steps. My fingers turned pudgy and Dudley-like. Tudung emphasizes my double chins. Jeans started to need a little bit more effort on buttoning up.

And the biggest horror of it all- I began to hate every piece of clothing I tried on in the fitting room. My stomach practically bulges out (GROSS!! It saves money, however, I didn't buy things which are one size bigger than my usual).

Zufriedenheit ist seitdem ums Leben gekommen.

I should pay more attention to what I eat, move a LOT more, and prevent myself from being a REAL polar bear!

So this year I resolved one thing - I am going to be the Biggest Loser. I was never so determined like this before - don't dampen my spirits with your "You already look good the way you are" like my Gastmutter did, okay? :D

Wish me luck with all the muesli and body-wrenching pilates.

Beautiful Things CAN Be Excessive.

Her brother! :)

Bagi Menghalang Rabun Jauh

Gib AIDS keine Chance!

Jangan lah kahwin. Nanti aku takde kawan.

If I, a nobody, a simple friend, a long-time-no-see schoolmate could feel that way, how exactly do a parent feel?

She's getting married and I feel half-empty. Seeing her engagements' pictures makes me wonder, will she still be the same after she belongs to somebody else? Will we be able to talk about the same things A.M.*? Or am I losing somebody I hold dear to a guy I am not sure deserves her?

Sinking deeper makes me more dejected, torn between congratulating a beloved girlfriend and self-pity for not being able to move on to any new phase of life, at least for a long, long time to come.

But life is never about me. Good luck, Muni. :) sayang gila. haih.

*After Marriage

Happy New Year 2010!

Look, I updated. :)

Been busy. And unmotivated. Plus juggling Facebook, upcoming exams and life all at the same time is no easy feat, so forgive my lame promises to update.

Some memorable quotes from the winter holidays (I know you shouldn't post private jokes people can't relate to in public, but anyway :)):

We were in the train back from Innsbruck when Pian tried his hardest to counter Ismatul's jokes about him. I couldn't quite remember how we managed to relate Pian to orang asli from his village (it was a joke, mind you), but we did it anyway, and continued on teasing him when he blurted out "Kau jangan berani datang Sungai Siput, nanti aku panggil geng-geng aku sume sumpit kau!"

Gosh I practically rolled in my seat from laughing so hard.

On New Year's Eve we played Taboo with Brader's family, and it was Bejak's turn to explain an adjective. He started with "I am ..."

And somebody ruthlessly said "FAT!"

Adoiyai. Anyways Bejak punye semangat deserves an applause. Thanks for his lemon+honey tip, too :)

And there was this farewell party for Mira, held in the common room in Nazmi's hostel. Chew - a Terengganu-born Chinese - joined us. Nazmi went to open the door for Erna when somebody said Nazmi had a lot of girlfriends, and Chew said: "Nanti saya kasikan dia!"

Coming from a Chinese I thought was silent and nerdy, the 'funny' level went straight out of the roof :)) and 'kasi' went on to be our word of the day.