tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87015057356781193522024-02-22T17:38:06.304+08:00CITIZEN of WONDERLANDjari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-89180083467893064922016-06-08T18:28:00.000+08:002016-06-08T18:28:22.001+08:009125<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hey, dah 9125 hari lah!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">P/s: This year tak sempat rasa takut/neves, sebab lupa birthday kahkah dah nampak dahhh</span>jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-82616260036083355152016-06-08T18:23:00.001+08:002016-06-08T18:23:33.079+08:00Noodles for the Whole Days in Sarawak<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The first time I went to Sarawak was in 2011, if I'm not mistaken, with Shino. We were welcomed by Nisda and her friends, who are mostly students from Semenanjung. I remembered being the one who actually understand Bahasa Melayu Sarawak better than them hiks. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This time around, I went for Sue's wedding with Boo, another house mate. We decided to stay at a friend's house, Athi who happened to live nearby and is also Sue's bridesmaid. Now, as the host herself is a Sarawakian, for sure she knows all the hook and nook of Sarawak. Right after the wedding (I had <i>pengilan - </i>meals served on the table, unlike the common buffet style meals), Athi brought us around the town.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wait, I forgot about breakfast. We headed to Mom's Laksa for laksa sarawak. And I am not disappointed! I am not a big fan of noodles, but this laksa is so tasty, I feel like having another serving hehe if only we had more time. The seats are full downstairs, we had to eat upstairs. But it wasn't too bad, because the interior is nicely decorated - with rustic furnitures, large windows with sheer curtains, perfect for photos and instagrams shots.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After some walks around the town, in and out of some souvenir shops, Athi brought us to a stall with a sign 'Cendol Mami'. She said their cendol is famous and their Mi Belacan is delicious. Mi Belacan? what in world. I couldn't imagine how it'd turn out so I just trust Athi. I'm always up for food adventures! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wasn't hungry yet but I wasn't full from the <i>pengilan </i>(shy lor, cannot eat too much) so I ordered a Mi Belacan and a Cendol Pulut for myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It may not look as attractive but I tell you, it was scrumptious! Sedaaaap! (why on earth did I decide to blog about this in Ramadan *slam face on wall)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As you can see, it has vermicelli noodles and gravy or thick soup that tastes a little bit like the sauce from the street yong tau fu, lime with sambal belacan on it, squids cut into pieces, shreds of sengkuang and that weird-looking black egg. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wasn't being sceptical but since I'm not a big fan of noodles, I wasn't expecting much either. But I like it! I thought the squid would be a nuisance cause most of the times, squids can be very chewy, like plastic-chewy, and worse, it could be smelly, but they're not in this cuisine. They just tasted a little on the crunchy side and I believe it is a nice pair with the sengkuang shreds. The egg tastes like egg but less creamy than the normal ones, but it doesn't taste weird or anything. My friend told me it was soaked in herbs or something hence the appearance. (earlier, someone suggested this and joked about the egg being a horse egg - and Boo fell for it hahaaaa horses lay eggg yeah right) The gravy became even tastier after all those stirring, I couldn't stop eating. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Next, the Cendol Pulut - the star of the meal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why did I write thisssss. Imma go cry now agghhh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Look at that beautiful thing. Well-played, I must say. When it first arrived at my table, I was astonished by its size - bigger than most of the cendol I have ever eaten in Semenanjung. And look at the colour of the pulut. So attractive. And that caramel sauce *drooling </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And the cendol is all fat ones hahaa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Remember I have just finished a bowl of Mi Belacan, I might be full and my taste buds might be biased. But boy, was I wrong. It tastes very creamy and sweet and you just knew they used thick santan for the taste. And extra brownie point for this stall, cause the portion of the pulut is big and I can enjoy it longer in my cendol, unlike some cendol with pulut so little, it's gone in just a mouthful. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I like the cendol very much and I am reminded by my mother who is always in the search of the perfect cendol. I should bring her this some time soon (not that I crave for it too...).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Later that night, we had Mee Kolok - one of the most notorious meal in Sarawak. Sadly, my hand phone died so no picture. But, this Mee Kolok was just so-so. Halfway through, I thought I couldn't finish the food, I think I had too much noodles in my bowl, or too much soup. I've had better ones in Semenanjung and on my last trip to Sarawak, too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I forgot to mention about this dish I had during the <i>pengilan - s</i>lices of pear soaked in asam boi. It does look a little too red, due to the asam boi, but it tastes good. Nyaman!, quoting the granny sitting in front of me. I had a little and my fingers became reddish like I'm wearing inai daun. I don't really like asam boi cause they can be a tad too sweet most of the time, but this two is a great pair. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The next day, I had rojak ayam for my breakfast. It was truly a festive for my taste buds, right before puasa starts haha. This is all thanks to Athira, for your hospitality in Sarawak. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mbak mekorang jalan-jalan lagik! Nyaman! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-61101559535611646362016-06-08T17:05:00.000+08:002016-09-29T00:39:58.931+08:00Sue and Mr Right, finally<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So, last weekend, one of my house mates got hitched. That is enough reason to fly to Sarawak for her reception. All of us were very excited with this lady over here because she was ranting high and low for a boyfriend/partner back in our rental house - she has an older sister who is married at a young age and a younger one who is already married. She could have chosen any gentleman, not that she has no suitors or admirers waiting for her *mehhh</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Interestingly, she found her Mr Right right after she went back home for good (after 5 and 1/2 years flying back and forth to KL), or should I say her Mr Right found her, wooed her and asked for her hand right away. They didn't take long, only few months to tie the knot. So how could us all not be excited for this utterly good news? *cries</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If it weren't for other wedding ceremonies I attended earlier, I would have embarrassed myself crying buckets in front of the other guests but thankfully, it is all under control hehe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These recent years, I found videos of the Japanese recycling ritual. There's this one video that documented a district in Japan that separate their waste into 23 different categories! How on earth...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, I started to notice this in Korean dramas where everyone sorted their waste. Hmmm it won't be that hard right...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, when I heard an ad about separating waste from the radio last year, I was very much intrigued. Can we, Malaysians do this? Pardon my scepticism but the ad includes warning and consequences of being fined should you not separate your waste, starting from the mentioned date. I mean, we are barely exposed / educated to the idea of recycling and separating waste and out of nowhere, the enforcer decides to fine anyone who is not doing so. I'm a Malaysian, living in Malaysia and went to Malaysian public school and I firmly disagree that there is appropriate amount of effort in educating Malaysians for this. For one thing I know, changes take place gradually in order to make an impact. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are very few actions that can be seen/felt by the public to acknowledge them regarding this issue although there is no denying that there are TV ads to promote this. What lacking is, maybe the intensity (or maybe because of our financial crisis...) of awareness. How many people around you actually recycle? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IMHO, I find it rather demotivating to issue fines / punishments before anything else. I don't even know what to separate and you're already talking about punishments? Dude, I won't even bother to do it then. End of story. -- Well, at least that's what the defiant part in me thought. But, because I had been in awe with those recycling heroes I mentioned above when I was younger, I started to look up for it on the net. I still find it hard to separate waste properly (because it's a matter of habit!) but I tried.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The thing is, changing habit is a slow and sometimes long process. Educating the youngsters is one of the most vital things. Start with the kids at school - educate them and train them to make it their habit. These children can be the agents to make their families aware of this too. Only then issuing fines is necessary. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, this is just my bubble of thought. Coz you know how law is enforced here. One minute you're told you're forbidden to do it but then, no one is enforcing the law so nobody cares and you keep doing what you shouldn't . And, even if you're caught, you can get away with all the money you have *smirk</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ulfa was super excited, of course and Mama has to entertain her, coz who else.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And I cannot, CANNOT, stop laughing when mama sent this to me </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">(I was in the middle of getting bald writing my report).</span><br />
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jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-86088916576994942412015-11-19T12:51:00.001+08:002015-11-27T14:10:53.214+08:00That time when we went to Jump Street<p dir="ltr">Being the young adults who are constantly on our phones, we are always falling into the bandwagon, even if sometimes you try to dodge it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">This time, gee talked into all of us housemates to go to Jump Street. Well, I'm up to any challenges, galz! So there we went. With the rate of RM 20 each per hour, I thought it was a tad expensive. But hey, money is just papers if not spent (one of my Abah's catchphrases) so why not. Because gee was super excited, she asked for two hours in. But just to be safe, in case all these jumpings bore us, we went for an hour. </p>
<p dir="ltr">To enter, visitors need to buy a pair of special socks, for extra grip (for sure, it adds to the bill so bring extra money). We entered and went lost. I mean, what do you do first? You just jump out of nowhere? </p>
<p dir="ltr">It wasn't peak hours or weekends, so there was ample space to breathe and play. I guess, that's why the instructors saw our puzzled faces and gathered us for briefing. The instructors were all young and snazzy, if not younger than us. We started with the basic jumps, to get us all relax and free to jump (and fall, of course). And what is briefing without some demonstration of them skills and all the shiznizz. This one fella went full ninja, jumping on the trampoline like there's no gravity and made us all jaw dropped. (I secretly feared him, for I hope he's a real human, like what if he take out his fangs). </p>
<p dir="ltr">Then, we went on our own. I started awkwardly coz it is a public space and there are people in it, and so many males I felt shy (duhhh). I still felt shy though, even after the session ended #problemofmylife *sigh.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">After some times up in the air, I got my adrenaline rush and that managed me to forget my shyness (I'm not that shy <i>shy</i>, but what should I put it - self conscious? whatever), we jumped high and low, here and there. I didn't manage to be a ninja, neither did my friends, nor the other visitors, but Bella, the most athletic (and smallest) among us  housemates, got some grips to actually become one. If I ever get to go there again, I need to rethink what tudung I should put on so that I don't have to check every now and then if it's still on my head or already jumping away. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It was fun, jumping fun. There were many stations, walk-on-the-wall, slam dunk etc.There's this one station where there's a platform and you get to jump into a sea of sponges. It's a hit, and I like it too. Too bad, I hadn't recovered from my self-esteem issue so I didn't really jump my heart out. I know it's annoying, even I was annoyed of myself. I got jealous looking at people jumping happily but I couldn't brush off the thoughts in my head. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We played at these stations until these one station, where you play dodgeball in it but on trampoline. We played between us girls but since it wasn't crowded, one of the instructors saw us and decided to make our game more challenging - by getting us have a match with a team of five guys (they were like us, friends hanging out together and as clueless as well) so we went for it. We played for a few rounds and although the boys won, it was the peak of the fun. Thank god I played long enough that my shyness has subsided so I was just having fun playing.  <br>
The giant digital clock went off, signaling the end of our time. One of the guys remembered to record our match and we thought we should ask for the vid too. Some rope pulling for who is gonna go ask them to share the video coz we are all shy girls cecehh. In the end, boo and gee went (coz we think gee knows how to deal with boys and boo coz she has many male friends haha excusesss). It turned out that guy was using iPhone which means we can't bluetooth the video (why do iphones have to be so discriminating hmmph) and it was such a bummer. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The boys didn't want to turn us down and one of them gave gee his business card. We thought that was one smooth move haha. Then they took photos (i don't remember if I was in it hmmm) but this time, it wasn't just me but all of us were shy kekeke. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We walked out of the building but it didn't end there, we walked to the car and our cars happened to be nearby. One of them were being sneaky, saying "eh, kereta pun sama la" and we girls entered our myvi at an even quicker speed coz flirting alert detected lol. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Driving out of the building,  the boys' car was behind us and they started sending signal - the high beam light. We responded with the hazard light haha coz what else can we do. Thank god we went separate ways soon enough or we'll end up causing traffic. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Bottomline is, Jump Street is exciting (even if I don't include the intersection with the boys) coz you get to sweat your body out and be free with your body (and train yourself to be a ninja, too!).</p>
<p dir="ltr">P/s: we let gee manage the video but she didn't send any email to the guy coz she thinks they're too <i>playful</i> so no video then. </p>
jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-64322517658312802792015-11-19T00:28:00.001+08:002015-11-19T10:39:38.281+08:00Joy in Little Things #6<p dir="ltr">Rasa comel kalau masuk mimpi orang.<br>
Tapi bila sampai bangun lewat, rasa macam, ala tak payah la susah-susah mimpikan saya ehehe<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">P/s: Nampak tak betapa saya #mudahterhibur? </p>
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<p dir="ltr">I got to stock them up (extra pens, eraser, refillable inks and whatnots). And also, buy the ones that I've been eyeing but always not bought after a second thought, like body painting colour sticks, colour pencils and fountain pen with nibs.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">When you bought permanent markers but you actually need whiteboard markers. <br></p>
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Of the future. My future. Maybe because in the future things will change, or because I am too comfortable where I am now?<br><br></p>
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jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-20005237447461996862015-05-08T00:56:00.001+08:002015-05-08T00:56:18.169+08:00Joy in Little Things #3My house mates and I went swimming tonight.<div>
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jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-91134487591036526302015-01-25T23:29:00.001+08:002015-01-25T23:29:01.775+08:00Nabilz Bang Bilz<p dir="ltr">Buat entry birthday lambat tak bermaksud tak ingat atau kuranh sayang, tapi nyanyuk dan bertangguh mungkin.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Semoga adik gua yang sorang ni dipermudahkan segala urusan, panjang umur, murah rezeki, dan sentiasa membantu kakaknya yang sorang ni mhek.<br></p>
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jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-59027144055501738952015-01-16T23:56:00.001+08:002015-01-16T23:57:42.043+08:00Tragis<p dir="ltr">Ketiduran di waktu petang yang sangat tenat.</p>
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jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-48720975955517567312015-01-14T19:06:00.002+08:002015-01-14T19:06:38.635+08:00That we are not alone<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dah lama sangat aku tak baca blog orang. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That was my first time ever. When I drove the car down the hill out of my residence area, the car was shaking, and left side of the car vibrated harder. I asked Abah what's wrong. He replied, it's the road and went on complaining how the road has just been tarred recently and still not smooth when cars are on it. I was unconvinced, but suspected nothing. To shake off my uncertainty, I asked if I should turn around (it wasn't far from our house still) and get another car instead. He disagreed and so, I continued driving. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While I was on the phone, going here and there, my cousin, who happened to be the only young man did all the work. (I was a bit despised with myself, I mean, I could do it by myself, they're so easyyy eghh.) All I did was giving instructions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, we all ran into the car, drenched. The rain didn't stop along the way back. After some time, my cousins were all quiet, I guess they dozed off. It was cold outside and our clothes were wet, I tried to speed a little but the tyre wasn't balanced and the road was slippery. What a day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nevertheless, we still went to IKEA and I-City as requested after that (tho we were stuck in traffic for an hour because it was peak time *yawn) and went sight seeing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have to say I deserved all the curry puffs, soft cream and almond cake I gobbled in IKEA from today's hard work. And late night supper in the form of fried noodles haha *cries<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>
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jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-91049283271167338172015-01-12T23:53:00.001+08:002015-01-13T00:01:41.653+08:00School session commences now!<p dir="ltr">Back to school!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Since it's the first day of class, I lazed around and got ready quite late than usual. Thanks to the extra time I got to be home, my idling mode is slightly less overwhelming. Classes started off with a little catch ups with friends and lectures - I was listening intensely until one time I found myself dozing off while writing. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I should snap pictures of those writings I made up when I got sleepy. One time, I wrote toyol in my geography notes, which totally doesn't make sense.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">On another note, I built a plastic wardrobe today! Of course, with the help of my pretty housemates. We did wish for a guy's strength to install all the steel poles but girls altogether are also as strong so *flip hair<br></p>
jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-81554006647784572812015-01-11T23:28:00.001+08:002015-01-11T23:31:10.092+08:00Birthday girl!<p dir="ltr">It's the 11th! My sister was brought to this world on this date twenty years ago. Wow when you put it like that, twenty years is a longgg time. But being twenty is so young and feeble still.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So happy birthday Ulfah. May Allah shower you with more blessings for the days ahead. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Cake timeeee! Yehoo! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Walaupun kek celebrate untuk tiga orang sekaligus ekeke. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">Apparently, not everyone is blessed with humanity.</p>
<p dir="ltr">However, while I am completely against the horrendous act done by the terrorists, I still do not condone what the other party had done. Although the action of degrading, to the point of insulting and putting some lives as jokes isn't as heinous, by all means, as homicide, it is a despicable act. Now, some may disagree saying that it is permissible under the name of freedom of speech but nothing is ever truly free, in the right sense, because in one way or another, you are going to pay for it. And in this unfortunate case, it took 12 lives, including innocent civilians. That's the thing about attacks such as this, the innocent lives are always on the line. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And that's why we cannot just watch. <br>
Be rational in everything we do.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I believe Islam lives by modesty and bil hikmah. </p>
jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-47288314546581884122015-01-08T18:55:00.001+08:002015-01-08T19:07:30.991+08:00Takut serabut<p dir="ltr">Takut bila fikir perkara yang akan datang untuk tahun ni. <br>
Takut praktikum, kalau dapat students yang macam-macam hal.<br>
Takut proposal, kalau tak lepas.<br>
Takut tak bersemangat, pulun buat tapi tak jadi-jadi.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Selalu orang cakap belajar tu lagi penting, jangan pedulikan result. Tapi, kalau result teruk, tak ada nilai kan? *sigh</p>
<p dir="ltr">Takut yang sampai rasa tak nak fikir langsung. Asal terfikir je, mesti deliberately ubah fikir benda lain, serabut rasa dia. Analoginya macam perkara tu guruh dengan kilat, belum pun sampai kilatnya, aku dah dikelilingi awan tebal dengan angin kencang. Belum pikir lagi tu...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Aku doa aku diperkebalkan hati dan diterangkan jalan untuk menempuh tahun terpenting ni. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Amin.</p>
jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-20838942741317561852015-01-07T19:31:00.001+08:002015-01-07T20:37:13.218+08:00Cerita pasal melatah<p dir="ltr">Melatah: satu fenomena yang hanya dijumpai di Malaysia. Adik aku kata, kejadian ni dipanggil 'cultural phenomenon', sebab mat salleh atau orang Mongolia atau pak arab tak ada <u>pulak</u> melatah lagu ni. Pelik jugak kan?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Aku mula-mula jumpa orang melatah kronik masa umur aku 16, masa camping unit uniform. Satu kontinjen bergerak dalam satu bas. Entah macam mana boleh pulak terkantoi sorang manusia ni kaki latah. Dah nama pun budak sekolah, memang rata-rata semua dok sakat dia. Tapi kesiannn. Sebab dia melatah tu panjang dan lama sampai orang yang tengok je rasa penat. Bila dah sedar, dia pun kata penat, buat muka tagih simpati supaya orang tak kacau dia lagi. Tapiiii mana bolehhhh, budak lelaki lagi suka sakat ada lah. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Budak ni budak India perempuan. Aku kehairanan jugak lah sebab tak pernah jumpa lagi orang bukan Melayu melatah masa tu, walaupun aku ada ramai jugak kawan bukan Melayu. Tapi budak tu kawan dia ramai Melayu, melatah memang cakap Melayu full, lancar dan fasih gitu. Asal nak naik bas, kena cucuk. Dah melatah dalam 2 minit depan tangga. Nak turun bas pun kena, dah bersilat depan bas. Serius kesian, budak perempuan semua stok pukul jeling budak-budak lelaki yang nakal-nakal tu. Memang meriah la bas tu hari-hari walaupun penat macam mana pun aktiviti yang kitorang buat. Aaa rindu pulak kat diorang ni. Entah apa lah cerita masing-masing, harap-harap budak perempuan India tu dah kurang la melatah dia.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Baru ni, aku pergi sebuah shopping complex dengan adik-adik aku (dah cerita kat Instagram, tapi alang-alang dah cakap pasal topik ni, nak masuk jugaklah). Kitorang memasuki sebuah lif untuk turun. Dalam perjalanan turun, lif berhenti dan tiga orang manusia bersusuk lelaki masuk. Aku jeling hujung mata je, sebab lif tu cermin sepenuhnya, memang nampak kalau kita buat apa pun hatta merenung kening sendiri sekalipun. Dari hujung mata aku, nampaklah lelaki bertiga ni macam diva sikit gaya diorang. Yang sorang tu sanggul tinggi betul, dengan pakai shades lagi (dalam lif ye kawan-kawan). Lagi pulak, bila dalam lif tu diorang bertiga je yang bersuara. Yang lain dengar je lah kan. Gaya bercakap tu lembut sikit, dengan dialog seperti berikut:</p>
<p dir="ltr">Lelaki A: ... Iphone aku crack bla bla bla.<br>
Lelaki B: *gelak kecil* Hipster sangat. Macam ada kat Instagram ni, "my Iphone cracked I feel like hispter from Brooklyn" *sambung gelak<br>
Lelaki C: *butir kata tidak dapat ditangkap</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sekali, lelaki A, entah macam mana, time diorang tengah berbual tu, terjatuhkan sesuatu. Bunyi dia kuat betul. Cuak jugak la aku barang sesaat dua. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Lelaki A: *terjatuhkan sesuatu<br>
Lelaki B: Oh mak kau tengkuk! Apa benda yang jatuh tu?<br>
(Aku berusaha sedaya upaya untuk menahan diri daripada menoleh seterusnya mentertawakan dia, daripada pantulan cermin yang sempat aku kerling, lelaki bersanggul tinggi tu adalah lelaki B, suara dia serak basah sikit, macam suara Chef Adu pun ada)<br>
Lelaki C: Maruah kau.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Pehhh. Aku memang pandang depan je ni. Tapi terbatuk pulak. Dahla aku je bunyi yang muncul selepas lelaki C yang sassy tu bersuara. Tapi, aku maintain muka selamba, lelaki yang berdiri betul-betul depan pintu lif muka blur je, yang lain dah tersenyum-senyum dah.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Aku confirm, orang lain pun nak tergelak dengar. Keluar je dari lif, aku dengan adik-adik aku apalagi bantai gelak.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Hadui.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Baru ni, aku pergi beli air tin kat vending machine a.k.a mesin gedegang (power betul orang Malaysia bagi nama) kat satu masjid. Beli macam biasa lah kan, dah masukkan duit, tekan yang mana pilihan qalbu. Aku tak perasan ada orang menunggu kat belakang. Aku tekan la satu button.<br>
Gedegang! *bunyi lebih kuat dari biasa<br>
"Oh mak kau jatuh!" Satu suara tiba-tiba muncul dari belakang aku.<br>
Ada sorang mak cik rupanya tengah tunggu. <br>
Bila aku toleh, muka dia serius je, macam tengah marah pulak dengar bunyi gedegang kuat. <br>
Aku bingung, jadi aku cakap, "Eh kuat pulak. Tak perasan ada orang tunggu," sambil sengih. Tapi hampa, kerana mak cik tu masih lagi bermuka ketat. Kbye lah mak cik. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Penat tengok orang melatah, tapi ada jugak yang pura-pura melatah kan? Tak taulah apa niatnya, tapi kalau melekat, kan dah susah nak buang?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Cheers. <br><br></p>
jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-24324784522480128422015-01-06T00:09:00.001+08:002015-01-06T00:10:03.267+08:00The illusion of time<p dir="ltr">Man, time flies real fast this new year. I was thinking I'm only missing a couple of days of blogging (ever since I had the idea of having the Blogging app in my phone, I'm constantly reminded to blog hence). And now, it's been 5 days already! Gosh. <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Help! By this rate, I'd leave my twenties in no time. </p>
<p dir="ltr">*heart racing so fast I can hear it out loud</p>
jari | jemarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14127376217161582480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701505735678119352.post-914259961110046372015-01-01T22:35:00.001+08:002015-01-01T22:35:27.548+08:00Quote of the Day #1<p dir="ltr">"With great power, comes great responsibilities"<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I've came across that a lot today, and one with a tweak, <br>
"With great power, comes a great electric bill". Thanks TheMingTing (search them on YouTube!) for <u>hipster</u> quote.<br><br></p>
<p dir="ltr">P/s: Rumours (or at least claims) on MH370 made me dizzy. And gossips about flood aids are never ending. <br>
P/p/s: The urge to watch Matt Corby *epiphany!</p>
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