1. Do you think you are hot?
I'm not. Kita perempuan melayu intend to be hot and sexy lepas kawin je. Hahaha. (saya tak bertanggungjawab atas ayat di atas, saya pinjam dari Chaq). Or so like the saying goes (my saying pon, not 'the' saying) and I stand by it, "It's a house, so one to feel at home. It ain't a hotel, apatah lagi a motel. House have down payment, and bayar bulan-bulan, but it will always be there to welcome its owner." Hahahahaha... adeyh, aku tau ramainye yang tengah konpius.  

2. Upload your favourite picture of you.


3. Why do you like that picture?
Cuz... I like black and white. I like pics of me looking like I'm thinking. Or looking forlorn. Because that's what I am most of the time, being forlorn and thinking. And of course because I'm too lazy to browse through other pictures (alasan sebenar).

4. When was the last time you ate pizza?
Last month? I don't even like pizza. Been eating LOADS of that for the past year. Someone's birthday, pizza. Someone leaving the premise, pizza. Someone got promoted, pizz- neh, who ever got promoted...

5. The last song you listened to?
Entah. Apa lagu akhir dalam senarai iMesh aku? (check) "Don't Know Why".

6. What are you doing right now besides this?
Facebooking. Flixtering. Gmailing. Writing. Chatting. That's my daily schedule.

7. What name u prefer besides yours?
Abigail. No, I don't want to be called that. But I think it's a sweet name that people always relate to someone plain. I don't think Abigail is a plain name. I think an Abigail is someone who has more colours than her physical is showing. But then again, that's just my romantic notion of names.
Huh, panjangnya jawapan merepek aku ni.

8. People I tag:
1 Nad
2 Mun
3 Yeh

9. Who is no. 1?
My besfriend since high school. She's now pregnant with her first baby, and jual tudung ekin for living.

10. No. 3 is having relationship with?
No. 1. Haha.  (menjawab soalan fad di blognye, takde, takde. saya tak ada skandal dgn sesiapa di kala ini. Haha. Jika anda mengenali mana2 lelaki yang tak kisah dengan perempuan yg ada large scope of imagination and masuk tido pukul 9.30pagi dan bangun kul 3 petang, ask him to call me)

12. Who is no. 2?
My other bestfriend since high school. One of the most creative person I've ever known.

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Tagged by Iza

1. Copy badge "2008 Cute's 3logger Award" di bawah untuk diletakkan di blog anda.

2. Link/ceritakan kembali siapa yang memberikan award ini kepada anda.
Iza adalah manusia. Dia sekarang sedang mengalami perubahan dalam diri, ingin cuba menjadi minah Aussie yang berlagak dengan kepanasan Malaysia tetapi tidak berjaya kerana setiap kali die cube berlagak pompous, dia akan ketawa. Aku rasa aku lagi pandai buat perangai arrrogant dari dia. Haha.

3. Setiap blogger mesti menyatakan 10 fakta/hobi diri sendiri sebelum memilih penerima award seterusnya.

a) aku suka fikir berlebihan. lepas tu peningkan kepala dengan apa yang aku fikir.
b) aku suka cipta teori dan analogi yang masih akan memeningkan kepala
c) aku suka berlagak macam orang tak ada masalah lepas tu pening kepala
d) aku suka membaca buku tak berhenti-henti sampai kepala pening
e) kadang-kadang aku suka jugak peningkan kepala aku dengan masalah orang lain padahal orang lain tu tak piker pun masalah dia.
f) selepas berbincang dengan Nad, aku kini hanya amik pedulik pada orang yang amik pedulik pada aku. Orang tak amik pedulik kita persetankan. Loyalty is now a two way street. Haha.
g) aku suka menulis apa yang aku suka tulis. Pastu orang yang suka kutuk tulisan aku biasanya akan selalu datang melawat blog aku balik. Tak suka blah la kan? Hatred memang sangat magnetic.
h) I'm a defeatist, hypocrite, memandai, with victim mentality, oblivious to surrounding, irrational, subversive, or so someone once told me. 
i) aku tak paham betul orang nak terjun bangunan bila putus cinta. Kalau laki tu tinggalkan ko, tolak DIA la terjun bangunan, yg ko yg terjun buat apa. Homicide, babe. Not suicide. Sile chant itu. Akakaka.
j) aku suka cuaca sekarang. Sebab tu lagi seronok berjaga malam and bau aroma hujan.

4. Anda perlu memilih 10 (tapi saya pun nak tuka jadi 5 je hahah) penerima award seterusnya dan menyatakan nama mereka di blog anda.
masni - walaupon aku tau minah ni jarang nak buat tag
mun - supaya dia apdet blog
nad - supaya die berenti makan roti jap
ema - sebab kita mesti tag ema
jis - supaya die berenti depressed seketika. hahaha

5. Jangan lupa untuk melawat blog mereka dan meninggalkan komen yang menyatakan
"anda telah di tag - sila layari blog saya untuk mendapatkan award anda".
MALASSSS....

As I was eating popcorn while watching "Ong Bak 2" and thinking the ways to review this movie and smiling alone because Tony Jaa would not love my review, I stared at the popcorn box with Jack Neo's film on it and then glance at the Press Kit our dearest Azizee gave (saje je guna ayat mengampu) on that 'The Wedding Game' PC and screening and realised that it has been a while since I watch a good Hong Kong film.

And I don't mean artsy Hong Kong stuff. And I am not talking about John Woo or Ang Lee or Wong Kar Wai stuff. I am talking about the 90s feel good movies. I mean, nowadays with the emergence of highly annoying heroins like Gillian Cheung, Charlene Choi and Miriam Yeung, and "I'm-so-cool-cuz-I'm-ABC" types like Daniel Wu, Stephen Fung and Edison Chen, it made me kinda miss the old group.

I like Anita Yuen, or Charlie Yeung. They don't have that whiny cutesy voices and they're still fun to watch. Sandra Ng, Dodo and Teresa Mo cracks me up all the time. You can have the nerdy geeky guys playing heroes like Raymond Wong and you still watch it. And no matter how crude Wong Jing can be, you still watch his movies. And your mum lets you, even when the scene is about an ice cream cone stuck in some busty babe's bikini.

And of course, TVB costume dramas. I know we're in the hallyu phenomenon, where guys like Kwon Sang-woo and pretty girls like Jyun Ji-hyun graces the 29" screen, and we were once all crazy with the Takeshis and Yutakas of the tv world, and once stuck in those horrible horrible era of Taiwanese tv dramas and have Jerry Yen on every single channel ( I am so sorry, but I cannot stand Angela Hwang... her acting AND singing simultaneously), but nothing beats a TVB drama.

Korean tv series has that looong dragging episodic kind of thing, you know, especially when it comes to the tragic part and the 'I love him' 'he loves her' 'she loves him too but she's married' triangle. Even when you missed an episode (or two... or three) you may come back and realise that it's not really going anywhere. The Kim is still sad about her fate in love, the Jang is still mourning over the loss of Mina and Mina still termenung kat tepi tingkap watching the snow while the theme song that will later have a Malaysian remake is playing at the background.

So is the Taiwanese tv drama, that mostly has s synopsis about an 'ugly' (but cutesy, because Taiwanese actress must all be cutesy and wears long stockings and striking yellow mini skirt) girl who meets a stern no nonsense metrosexual rich guy or stern no nonsense gangster guy and they fell in love. Throw a bit of a plot about long lost love or girl's father in huge debt and etc, voila, you have yourself a Taiwanese tv drama.

And then there's the Japanese tv drama that mostly is about:
a) the life of a pilot and the people he met in the plane
b) the life of a restaurateur and the people she met in the restaurant
c) the life of hoteliers and the people they met in the hotel
That's how it goes usually.

But TVB dramas. They're different. They're fast. And if you missed one episode, prepare yourself to be highly confused. I made the wrong decision to leave one episode of "The Duke of Mount Deer" once upon a time and realise the next day Wai Siu Po has already three wives and going on for the fourth. The cast arre not all good looking people. But they're good at storytelling. I mean, I love "Riches and Stitches", "Seven Sisters", "Colourful Life"... I love watching Annie Man, Jessica Au Yeung, Bobby Au Yeong, Frankie Lam... I got it from mum. She used to love Alex Man and Nancy Chow.... like "The Key Man" and that old TVB drama about Nancy returning to her past... whassit called... eyh tak ingat. 

And yeah, I love some ATV stuff too, like "Smart Kid", or "Fong Sai Yuk"... particularly Dicky Cheung stuff, that is until that horrible fake snake in "Tai Chi Master" that I stop watching ATV stuff.        

I am babbling am I? Sorry, I'm just updating the blog as an excuse to not write "Ong Bak 2" review. Huhu

Sunset - air laut yang panas - kuis kerang bentuk kacang. Any meaning at all? Hmm... I want to draw that picture so badly, I curse myself for playing around during kelas pendidikan seni.

18 January 2008... I mean 9.

Tepat sebulan I left CO. It's just a month? Wow, time does go slowly when you're at home. I still hutang the office, and the office still hutang me. That's how the relationship goes, anyway. There is always that sense of hanging by a thread due to a certain debt. (And aku hutang kak Ani resipi caramel, she must now be pissed off with me for keep promising to give it to her and yet forgot). Well, I don't actually forgot, it's just the last time I came to the office she weren't there and I promised to bring her the ACTUAL caramel pudding anyway. Actual caramel pudding tak bleh hantar pakai email. Bukan salah saya, bukan? Huhu. I hutang lots of stuff with Kak Ani.

I barely talk about Kak Ani in my blog and I think it's unfair. I mean, she's been such a dear, and sort of a big sister to me throughout the one year I was working there. She has the patience that I have not found in anybody (especially myself). I mean, putting up with two bosses with two different views - sometimes with clashing opinion, and then to put up with other people's bosses too, the staffs complaints especially regarding allowances and claims, and then to get shouted on the phone by people because they think she's the receptionist (because it's a typical dumb Malaysians habit to think that receptionists are dumb), and then has to deal with craps like food in the pantry, inventories, toilet problems, pipes issues, order makanan... when I worked under her before I even told her once,

"Kak Ani, saya tak tau macam mana Kak Ani deal hari-hari dengan benda semua ni, sebab kadang-kadang saya rasa kemarahan saya dah sampai takat hidung." and she would smile and say, "Lama-lama nanti biase dah. Pekakkan jelah telinga."

Yup. I learn how to multitask from her too. I never seen anybody balancing accounts while talking to a plumber, and taking messages from the boss all at the same time. Let me tell you, Kak Ani is a pro at that. And while I was working in three departments at one go (ah good times, good times... akaka), I sort of try to channel that too. You remember that one time that I had to translate a news on ABP, pick winners and deal with the subscription problem simultaneously? Yeah, that was so not fun, let's not ever do that again. Haha.


Congratulations to Maria, though. Pretending to not know anything for 9 hours was reaaaallly painful for me, you know. Hahaha. 

I am waiting for the new layout for my blog, which will be done by our html expert Cik Masniazian who sometimes terganggu dengan anasir-anasir jahat (ha). I told her that if my new layout are postponed because of that anasir-anasir jahat, I will personally go and kill her, not Masni, the anasir I mean.

Apa lagi? Oh yeah, my sister still has a grudge against Datuk Siti's watch. She now announced that Siti Nurhaliza has no right to talk about penderitaan mangsa-mangsa kekejaman Gaza. You know, this Richard Mille watch thing... I can sooo make lots of sarcastic one-liners about it, that I don't know which one to choose so I'd rather leave the topic altogether. Usually I'll ask people to pick, like the "Life starts at tits" slogan (err... long story).

I was watching "Doraemon" with my brothers, and like always, we find another way to watch Doraemon that is more fun. For example, by guessing what kind of tools that Doraemon is going to bring out from his pocket. Yesterday's episode was about Sizuka having problem. She has eaten the one red candy that her mum kept as it is the winning candy that can be exchanged with two tickets to Switzerland. What would Doraemon do to help her?

Aying: "Mesin muntah semula!"
Syahida: "Mesin gergaji perut tanpa rasa sakit!"
Aying: "Mesin berak tanpa merosakkan rupa asal gula-gula itu!"

WRONG! Doraemon keluarkan 'Submarine!' yang boleh masuk ke dalam perut Sizuka dan ambil gula-gula itu. Come to think of it, that's pretty gross. I mean, I'd rather mesin gergaji perut.

The next episode, we played the guess what happens next. Like, I guess that Nobita would not get to ride in Suneo brother's car (BINGO!), in which he came home sad and wanted to read his comics, and Aying guessed that his comic books are all sold to the old newspaper guy (BINGO!), in which I guessed that it's because his mum was angry that he failed his exam (BINGO!). Then we laugh macam nak gila. Try it. It's fun. But then one have to try play that guessing game with my brother, I don't think playing it with other people will have the same effect.
See, fifteen years leaving Doraemon still did not falter our knowledge about him. Hahahahahaha. 

"Maala pherat jug bhaya,
mita na man ka pher,
kar ka manka chhodke,
manka manka pher..."

                         "You have been counting rosary beads for an era,
                           but the wandering of your mind does not halt,
                           forsake the beads in your hand,
                           and start moving the beads of your heart..."
                                                                                                          -Kabir-

"Slumdog Millionaire" just won a Golden Globe, and after reading the book (originally published as "Q&A"), written by Vikas Swarup, I now understand why. And of course, I haven't watch the movie, because cinema blum main (and buat2 macam innocent tak pernah melawat pirates).

Really, someone really famous (and therefore any words he said is considered quote-worthy) once said, that a good book is a book in which you will miss after read, like a part of yourself just lost when you finished reading it. Well, of course the famous guy (whose name I still can't remember) didn't say it like that, and I've paraphrased, but something like that lah. And true, I missed the book now I have finished it. It's like the first time I read "Pride & Prejudice", and "Animal Farm". But this time, it's more poignant, straightforward, funny and has that fairy tale quality to it, but not in a cliche way.

Don't just watch the movie. Read the book. Read the book. Dengar cakap kak Shai ni...


Some of my favourite lines in the book:

"We were always told never to pick a quarrel with a police. Street boys like me come at the bottom of the food chain. Above us are the petty criminals, like pickpockets. Above them come the extortionists and loan sharks. Above them the dons. Above them then come the big business houses. But above all of them are the police. They have the instrument of naked power. Nobody polices the police."

"Why didn't you just leave me?" he asks.
"Because I'm your guardian angel. And I'm a part of your package."

"When you have been plucked from a beautiful bungalow... and dumped in a crumbling house... I suppose you do acquire a somewhat jaundiced view of life."

"Dharavi is not a place for the squeamish. Delhi's juvenile home diminished us, but Dharavi's grim landscape of urban squalor deadens and debases us."

"He abuses no one in particular and yet everyone. He abuses the rich, who live in their palatial homes and do not care for the poor who serve them. He abuses the fat-cat doctor, who fleece their patients. He abuses the government, which makes promises only on paper. He abuses all of us for being mute spectators..... He holds his dead son in his arms and wails till his tears run dry, till his voice fails."

"Love doesn't happen in an instant. It creeps up on you and then it turns your life upside down. It colors your waking moments and fills your dreams. You begin to walk on air and see life in brilliant new shades. But it also brings with it a sweet agony, a delicious torture. My life was reduced to feverish meetings with Nita and pining for her in between."

"And i wonder what it feels like to have no desires left because you have satisfied them all, smothered them with money even before they are born. Is an existence without desire very desirable? And is poverty of desire is a rank of poverty itself?"

Overall, if 'Slumdog Millionaire' is a guy, I would have married it.
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In another note:

1. The paper tried to say that Datuk Siti's new RM250K watch is not much compared to loads of other gifts to celebs like Juliana Banos' RM1mil Ferrari. But here's a thought. Have you ever seen a RM10 car? I mean, that actually you can ride? Have you seen one worth RM100? Or RM1000? No right?
Have you seen watches with that amount of value? Yes right?
You can never buy a car of RM50. But you can buy a watch with that amount. So it's personal, it's Datuk Siti's business, it's her husband's money. But then again, it makes you shake your head, how easy money flies in the world of the wealthy. How many better things you can do with that amount rather than a watch. How many Palestinians you may be able to save rather than telling time that is smouldered with diamonds.

2. I have issues when celebrities who performed in charity shows say stuff like, "Yeah, I believe in this charity and that all artists should also participate in such event." Okay, what Jinbara did or Search did last time was considered charity - when they performed for free. IF you are paid to sing in a charity event, you are NOT a part of that charity. Do it for free or for less money. And then you can gloat.

3. "What kind of a moron who knows that she is 17, and therefore has a chance to be selected for National Service, and yet signed a contract? Logically, she cannot even use that excuse to flip NS right now." says kaklong, who still grudge against Diana Danielle.

Recuperating. Thanks Nad. Thanks for listening. Thanks for not judging, Thanks for not saying that I'm stupid. Hahaha. Walaupon aku tak terjadikan ko sasterawati negara, tapi best kan, tau yang aku bermasalah, sebab aku asik berlagak yg aku takde masalah?

Ngaaaaahahahahaha....... sigh. adeyh.

1. What should a woman do when she lost a bit of weight? I have a perfectly good answer for that. Be happy for a while and do nothin. Come to think of it, worrying that you're fat makes you fatter, and trying too hard to be thin will also makes you fatter. At least inside your head. It's just enough to have the most straightforward person tell you if you are or not. That's it.

2. Wonder why g-strings are called g-strings... what does that 'G' stands for anyway? Come to think of it, if you look carefully, they should've called it 'T'-string.

3. Jis, Masni and I lepak kat Dataran Shah Alam yesterday, and saw some kids playing with fire. I mean, their parents must be proud... it's whether their kids gonna grow up and become a firefighter.... or arsonists

4. Do you know what I hate other than perverts?
Perverts that have bad grammar.
Like this one guy in flixter (yeah, some people on flixter are really creepy weirdos) who send me a creepy message that goes;
"Can I lick your pussy, my friend?"
........... seriously dude, nobody talked dirty to a stranger and calling them 'friend'. Don't you even know the 'rule of rudeness'?
Pervert wannabes....

5. I never realised how many Pringles (sour cream and onion flavour) that the family consumed per month, until dad arranged all the cylinder tube thingy on the floor next to the store room, and it resembles a city filled with skyscrapers. Wow, we really ARE Pringles-obsessed.

6. Once upon a time, on dad's birthday, I bought him a keychain that has his name on it with what kind of character he has at the back (it's easy to find, as 'Kamarudin' is a common malay name). So just now, I read it again;
"KAMARUDIN - Bererti Bulan Agama. Ketenangan jiwa sentiasa tergambar pada wajahnya. Berkeperibadian tinggi, berhati-hati dan sentiasa memelihara tingkah laku dan tutur kata. Banyak berahsia dan sukar dimengertikan."
Yup, that's dad alright. The keychain maker must be a real genius!

7. Upon chatting with my colleague about my dad's Indonesian movies collection, I realised that not even once I watched any of it (except for 'Mak Lampir'). So yesterday I decided to watch 'Tangkuban Perahu'.
Boy. That Marissa Haque lady sure look and sound like Fasha Sandha. And hell she cannot act to save her life. If I had to hear her scream 'Kakang!' halfheartedly again, Imma kill myself.

8. On Saturday, it was the third time the neighbourhood got another sembur nyamuk activity done by MBSA again, making the street filled with fog-like oddly smelling spray. And this time, all my siblings are at home (it was Monday and Thursday before this), so like any other activity, the Kamarudin's family has our own way of responding towards the thing.
Kaklong: "Ah, jangan! Kita dalam "The Mist"! "The Mist"! Nanti nyamuk aedes makin besar!"
Aying: (sambil cuba memukul jerebu yang masuk ke rumah whilst screaming) "Take that! And that! And that!" 
Moi: "Ah, manusia dalam kemusnahan, kita harus cari human sacrifice! Bunuh! Bunuh!" (pretending to be Mrs. Carmody)
Then dad went outside into the smoke
"Ayah! Masuk! Masuk! Nanti kena serang dengan serangga raksasa!!!!"
(But all this joke would mean nothing if you never read nor watched Stephen King's 'THE MIST')

9. "Masa kat Indonesia dulu, dekat rumah member, ayah pergi makan. Ambik la satu lauk kari ni, lepas tu tiba-tiba ada sorang cina indonesia ni bagitau, "You tak boleh makan tu Din. Tu kari daging babi."
5 minutes later
"Ada satu buah ceri tu, orang panggil buah cenerai. Mula-mula warna hijau, lepas tu tukar jadi warna merah, bila masak dia jadi warna hitam dan jatuh ke tanah. Yang hitam tu sedap dimakan. Tapi kalau silap kutip, terkutip dan makan taik kambing, sebab rupa dia sama."
"Ayah ni. Daging babi, taik kambing, benda apa ajelah yang masuk dalam perut."

10. Upon watching ANOTHER of Mawekin wedding on TV dad said,
"Mawi ni nak bersanding sepanjang tahun ke?"
and then started on an argument with mum regarding Mawi's wedding. I'm not being biased here. But of course aku sokong ayah. Ha.
"Mawi macam si Tanggang," says dad. "Dia pergi KL, nampak pompuan lawa, terus lupa tunang lama." Even mum had to laugh at that.

11. I cut my hair finally. 'Twas difficult at first, cuz when you had your hair all shiny and dark and pretty due to the tricky lighting at the salon, you almost wanna get up and go home. But nope. Snip snip, and gone all those locks that has been bugging my head.
I almost wanted to tell the girl to just stop trying to make it into a bob. I mean, what's the use? I am so gonna destroy the style in a matter of two days anyway.
And returning home and have my mum went, "You look like me in that picture when I was 18, with makdik."
And I look into the mirror and go, "My God, I DO look like mum."  
Mun, Tim, Nad... upon seeing me again with my new haircut I demand you guys to agree that it's cute, even if it's not! This is an order, since I'm so loyal and being a good friend all this years and all... hahahahahahaha

At 2.35am, I was sitting on the sejadah, and felt that my cheeks are wet.

And I know i'm in trouble.

Wednesday. I had a press preview for [REC] in Mid Valley (please read my review in CO site, cuz I'm on my lazy-to-link mode). Then Nad SMSed saying that Yeh's interview at KPMG has just finished and if I want to continue on my mission to go pulangkan trailers cds to office and join them at lunch in IKEA.

So I went to IKEA straight on cuz I realised that the feeder bus was already there while I am too lazy to walk to office with a stinkin heavy laptop. Lunch lunch lunch (gua berjaya habiskan poached salmon AND swedish meatballs... wuuuhuuuu!!!) at IKEA's cafe while finishing on [REC] punya review and sent it for proofing to the office, layan Yeh and Nad borak, while chatting with Zee who still thinks that he's the king and that the world should worship him, and then googling Klinik Pakar Sakit Puan Annur (not for me, gila. For Nad). Then battery went dead on me so we decided to roam.

IKEA is an evil place where it makes you:
1. Wanna have a small apartment when it comes to the 'small-space section' with cool wardrobe and creative space fillers
2. Wanna get married when it comes to comfortable king-sized modernist bed with oh so cozy black and white comforter and dimmed lighting
3. Wanna have kids when it comes to cute nursery rooms and supercool baby crib
4. Wanna be high flying novelist when it comes to great work setting section with huge book rack and state of the art working table

I hate IKEA. It illuminates the aura of 'responsibility'......

Then jalan-jalan kat IKANO until my shoulder ache cuz of my damn heavy lappy, wanting to buy a shirt that say "I'M NOT BOSSY, I JUST HAVE BETTER IDEAS" but it was too aqua for my skin colour so I passed. But then I went to POPULAR and buy meself a crappy novel called "The Ideal Wife" (I'm sick of too many literature-correct stuff. I just need crap reading), and also "Slumdog Millionaire" (because I'm impatient and wanna know what it's all about n the movie lambat nak keluar!!!), and told Nad that I need to buy a bikini, in which Nad ask why and I said "for vacation" and she looked at me with the face that says "Why? You? Bikini? Vacation?"

So I gave her the bikini versus undergarments theory in which 'bikini is easier to wash and dry, and thus works better as undergarments when you're on a vacation' and I can see how lega Nad was that I was not intending to wear it to beaches. Haha.

That was funny. I'm intending to say more weirder stuff in future.
  
Then later on Mun called and said she's joining us. So Nad asked me if it's okay that I return home only later.
"Sure. My parents have no desire to know my whereabouts anymore when I'm with you guys. They don't even care to call and ask why my press preview is still on even when it's already 6pm now."
So after solat maghrib, we went to Kayu Nasi kandar at TESCO and have dinner. Then baliks...

Notes:

1. Ugh, need to change caller ringtone before Zulkifli make any more comment about my current caller ringtone and how the Prime Minister would cancel his plan of employing me if he calls and hear that ringtone. Yeah, I bet Pak Lah will call me anytime soon and offer me - the daughter of a member of opposition since 1979 - a job.
What's wrong with Jay Chou? I loveD Jay Chou. I once intend to marry him, until I realised that Linkou and Shah Alam is too far away, and that I don't look like Patty Hou. 

2. I decided I would just terminate my other blog. It has no challenge. I'm bored stiff with it.

3. I thought of continue writing, but then I ended up chatting with Maria until 2.30am. And translate my resume cuz Puan Zaiton said that DBP nak pakai orang. The question is, do I WANT to work in DBP? Hmm...

4. Mun also has a crush on Surenthar, who is of course, the most charismatic Indian guy I've ever met. Haha. Seriously, Surenthar is cool... not like Rajnikanth "Une yazhi thani yazhi" cool. But... just... oh you have to meet him to know. 

In a week of my life - perbualan merepek, giving advice, accepting advice, dan sebagainya. 

"Die camni. Bile ko sedih, ko decide. bile ko rase hepi tetibe ko akan rase nak tarik decision tu. Biasela. Dia cam ade angel ngan setan kat bahu ko... whispering uncertainty."

"Tsk, so not good of me. But since i'm all 'pious and proper' now, i will give that satanic attitude to you. Haha."
"Hehehe. Proper my butt."
"I dunno if ur butt is proper or not. But mine is. Ahahahahah."
"Hey hey hye, my ass is so proper it can...erm, sit properly.*bluek*. Beat that."
"My butt is so proper, it can spell 'proper'......... why are we discussing butts again?"
"I have nooooo idea. Hahaha. Look whos supposedly proper now. I tot proper ppl don't talk about ass. Ne ne ne bu bu *points thumb at you* (the proper polite way of pointing) lol."
"Shit swee! I'm a good person."
"Whoaaaa. Chekkidout. "shit". You contradict yourself in so many ways man. Haha."
"That's it. One more word from you Imma quit msn altogether so i can go on my mission to be proper."
"HAHAHA."

"Nape aku kene lecture ko?"
"Sile bagitau aku yg lain kali kalau die buat lagi speech pasal nak berubah, sile jangan aku tertipu lagi n nak menolong, sbb ianya sgt wasting time, energy n kesabaran."
"Ok, sile jgn tertipu lagi dgn die kalau die buat lagi speech pasal nak berubah. and takyah dah nak tolong die ok, sbb ianya sgt wasting time, energy dan kesabaran!!"
"Ahahahahaha, bagusla ko nih"
"Sebenanye ko dah lecture diri ko sendiri."
"Yela, aku mmg pandai lecture diri sendiri, pastu nanti aku tertipu lagi."
"Ko jangan jadi mcm tipah yg dlm lagu tipah tetipu tu..kalau jadi latipah mak ko takpe ok."

"Ko tau semalam aku hampir di hempap pagar rumah aku yg seberat 1 tan aku rasa. Aku sempat menahan dia dr jatuh sebelum aku tergelincir ke belakang dan tersembab atas lantai. Tp impact dia ya rabbi semua tempat sakit. Ahahahha."
"Apatah lagi kat bahagian yg dah sememangnya sakit tu ye?"
"Cara jatuhnya agak kelaka. Tersembam tak kena belakang."
"Oh. Bahagian tu safe la. Tuhan tu Maha Adil. =P"
"Tapi pinggang aku cramp kejap semalam. A'ah, bagi sakit dpn pulak. ahahahha."
"Eh 'balance' pe. Islam kan is all about justice and equality. Ahahahahaha."

"I must stop being cuss friendly. Cuz I'm meeting someone tomorrow."
"Oooooh, is it the Thai hottie?"
"Do you think my life revolves around the Thai hottie je ke?"

"Eh, kenapa dulu kite suke tgk citer Sepet ah? tadi aku tgk macam tak best pon. Adekah otak kite dah berkembang pesat? Atau otak aku semakin menurun?"
"Mungkin sebab masa tu kita tgh dahagakan filem malaysia yg berkualiti. Ataupun sbb budak tu minat takeshi kaneshiro. Ahahahahahah."
"Hum, adekah aku minat Takeshi Kaneshiro secara tersirat? Tapi aku rase aku minat Takeshi Sorimachi."

"Kadang-kadang aku rase dia nak suruh aku blah je dari hidup die, tapi dia tanak cakap, so dia asik sakitkan hati aku."
"Ataupun, dia nak ko blah, tapi dalam masa yang sama dia taknak ko blah jugak."
"Apesal plak camtu?"
"Mana aku nak tau what lurks in the heart of men."
"Eh, ape kate aku blah je? Malasla aku nak paham. Ko rase cane?"
"Ko buatla keputusan yang tak menyakitkan hati ko in the end. Itu jela."
"Oh, ko memang geniusla. Ngehehe."
"Aku ni bab memecah-belahkan hubungan orang lain memang aku pandai."

"Pakcik Shafril bagi duit kat ayah? Pakcik Shafril ni bagus betulla, mana nak jumpa kawan yang nak bagi kawan die RM100 macam tu je tanpa sebab. Nak kawan dengan Pakcik Shafril jugaklah."
"Kawin dengan anak dia la. Jadi menantu. Hidup senang. Ada banyak kedai, boleh manage kedai2 dia."
"Taknak."
"Kan ayah, kan?"
"Apa dia?"
"Berbesan dengan Shafril."
"Ha'a ye, silelah masukkan doktrin2 dan idea merepek tu dalam otak ayah tu ye?"

"Kat sini ada chocolate ngan chilli"
"Euw, sedap ke?"
"Tak masuk langsung rasa. amat tak sedap."
"Tula, manis dengan pedas, tak ke cam merepek. Mungkin die rase kreatif kot."
"Rasa menjengkelkan ada ah."
"Aku rase kan, Sani, mungkin they're going for that. "It's hot, and annoying", iklan dia."
"Berjaya ah diaorang. Aku end up bagi coklat tu kat kengkawan aku, just nak tgk reaction."
"Kawan2 yg ko benci ke? Ahahaha, macam satu hadiah yg sesuai utk dibagi kat musuh je."
"Semua akur je, coklat tu menjengkelkan."
"Macam mende yg don corleone patut bagi kat banzini."
"Corleone tu cool gila do. Kalau aku leh cakap cam dia, mulut tak nak bukak, jaw kasi muncung sikit."

*Berenti jap kot. Nak cover balik blog lagi satu yg aku tutup arituh, and janji dengan Mun untuk update "EMMA" in the other blog. Damn, I got too many blogs.

MELAYAN BUDAK2 MAIN MASAK2
(note Shazni and Shazrina's 'secret recipe' and Ejal's attempt to jumpstart the tv by plugging wires into the bed.)

The problem of having cats is that they are VERY curious. Every sound are considered threatening noise, and everything that moves are food. Every crevices seem to hold a gateway to a land of mystery, and every weird looking thing are considered a target for a pre-emptive strike.

Or at least that's what MY cats think. Take Phibun for example - the most curious cat of the bunch. Upon hearing the sound of a ringing phone, he will absolutely run towards it, climb the chair to get to the phone. And not until you actually answer the call, he'll be mewing his heart off like saying "Miss, the phone's ringing! The phone's ringing! The goddamn phone IS RINGING!!!"
(as I am typing this, I am also shouting at Phibun and Kapo to get down from my book rack).
And don't get me started on Phibun's habit of following me to the room. I always go up to my room as soon as the clock strike twelve (am, that is). And he NEVER fails to follow even when... excuse me for a while, I need to smack the head of a stubborn cat that is still playing with the ribbon of my dress....

Where was I? Oh yeah, he never fails to follow me up to my room and then disturb me. Let me tell you. I love my cats. They're a good companion when you're out of ideas on what to write because then they'll sit next to you like a loyal friend and looked at you as if saying, "You're having a writer's block eyh, miss?" But sometimes there are times when they turn all crayyyyyzey that you will end up throwing them out of the room and lock the door.

Like the fact that Phibun's idea of playtime is when I was praying. He thinks that biting my leg or my kain telekung when I ruku' seems to be the best, or lying down and making a cute face when I am ready to sujud is cool, or the worst of all... during tahiyat awal, he seems to think I was sitting down to pet him, so he would approach me and sit on my lap. Not only that, he'll sit up straight, look into my eyes and ping!.. just touch my nose with his paw. Usually, that's how he was thrown out from the room, but not before I ask him to say 'amen' to all my doa. I was like, "For all the demonic stuff you're doing while I was praying you better ask God to grant my wishes, you stupid crusade-like creature."

And then there's the fact that he likes to disturb me while I am chatting with my friends. If I was chatting with you and suddenly I was saying "No, I think thatlkmnbhgfds..." Well, that's not me, that's Phibun trying to walk on my laptop.

I love my cats. Especially since they drove away all pests - rodents, lizards, and roaches. Some people may adopt cats just for the sake of adopting animals, or that they love cats. But in my family, you have to earn your way into the house. Ha.

In another note,
1. Finally I cannot access to my CO email. Took them quite a while to terminate my account, huh? Isn't that cute? That's like what linked me to the office other than my MSN. I still use my MSN, so Swee can pour her occasional 'crap die die die' heart out.

2. Why people think it's fun trying to convey a message to me by NOT verbally communicating them? I mean, I'm a writer, not a mindreader.

3. A certain someone in my flixter that I don't know kept sending me messages like, "Whatcha doing, baby?" "How are you, baby gurl?" and then one day got pissed off when I never replied and ask me what's wrong. YOU are asking ME what's wrong? I'm not the one calling a dancing animation avatar nickname such as 'baby'. 

4. My guilty pleasures includes listening to Miley Cyrus' "7 Things" song. Yeah yeah, laugh all you want. But that is a very catchy song, and the lyrics is just very straightforward.

5. I kept having weird dreams involving talking parrots, creepy white-faced ghosts that grin at me wherever I go, buying gifts at MPH, masjid Shah Alam painted green, making a cake out of cat food and getting married through MSN... all in a same dream. I used to want to decode its meaning, but nowadays I'm just too lazy to care. But I like telling it to people, because they say that my dreams are usually more fun and wacky and Twilight Zone-ish than my real life. Pfft.    

6. Me and Iza were in PEACE boutique when the radio blares out Pussycat Doll's "I Hate This part" song. The song goes, "I gotta do it! I gotta do it! I gotta do it! I gotta do it!!!" and me and Iza went "Ada duit pun nak bising..."