It's probably not so hot a topic now: Chua Soi Lek's fame rose overnight after two dvds were circulated in Johor late December last year. Many have been talking about a certain politician's scandal, but it was confirmed within a week when the man himself made a PC in front of hungry press and his even hungrier musuh dalam selimut (aka friends of the same party who don't like the man's guts).
I don't want to post links to other articles of the same issue. Partly because this is like the umpteenth time it's been raised again. And secondly I have far too many assignments already to worry about proper referencing.
But today 2nd April, in Malaysiakini, the said dvd star said that he has some clues on who the culprit behind the whole incident that caused him losing his job, and some air muka (because I'm sure he did not regret what he did! Correct me if I'm wrong but when I saw the PC, there was even a tinge of proud when he said he was the man behind the tape! Teringin nak jadi filem star rupanya kau), as well as a machoness a person normally has for being able to cheat on his wife. Oh don't get me started here... I'm sure although the wife made statements of how they were all behind him, the scenes at home might not be that idyllic.
Anyways, too much digression there. Yeah so the whistleblower of the incident may be someone the shortlived star knows personally. But then again, are the media and the press at large interested to know who that person or persons might be? Not too much I suppose. Same with any other whistleblowing cases, the hero will be able to escape the attention so long as the impacts are insurmountable. So Mr Ah-Chua, don't try looking for more cheap publicity la, we were more interested on what you did than the person with the VCR who obviously knew well enough about your favourite past-time, what your favourite hotel/motel/resthouse in Muar, andalso the taukeh that owns the place (I bet taukeh received his rewards for the tips as well.) And the personal friend? Let's give her the benefits of the doubt shall we?)
I remembered when we had the group presentation of whistleblowing in CIM class, I was easily fascinated by the stories about those whistleblowers and the necessary protection for them for the kind of backlash they might receive. This doctor from Bristol Infirmary case had to flee to Australia for blowing the whistle about how doctors in that hospital are causing unnecessary deaths of young babies during simple operations.
I was asked at the end of the presentation about the nature of whistle blowing in Malaysia, I was stumped for a moment trying to figure out any interesting cases (of course this was before Soi Lek's rose to stardom). In Malaysia most of these stories relate very much to politics. Everything will be related to politics somehow. MAS overspending on RM3 m worth of paintings come to mind. Pak Lah's RM60 m house in Perth, or Najib's and Razak Baginda's joint-partnership of securing contracts for MINDEF and at the same time pocketing more rich to their already fat wallets and even fattier bank accounts.
All these spread of stories would not be made possible if there are no people brave enough to get up of their fat ar*es and blow the whistle. It does not matter how strong the sound. For the wind will carry it as long as man is allowed to breath by the Almighty.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
Burnt
I burnt the kitchen today. Again. This is actually the third time. But it's the first time that the alarm went off. The other two incidents I was quite lucky that it did not trigger the alarm although they were much worse than this since this time around there wasn't any food burnt or even fire. Only smoke. Thick black smoke that blackened every inch of the wall, ceiling and cupboard doors. Even the floor. Everything.
I'm now trying to figure out what signs did I get this morning that perhaps might give away that something bad would happen today. None. Nada. well except for the fact that I was late for subuh. But everything else was like normal. Had my shower and wanted to cook something for brunch. Heat up the grill and went to type the CIM report. And then the alarm went off.
I ran off and found the kitchen covered in smoke. The pot with oil was hot. Took it and poured water into sink. Opened window. Tried to wipe off the smoke from wall. Too dark in there couldn't see anything.
I'm now trying to figure out what signs did I get this morning that perhaps might give away that something bad would happen today. None. Nada. well except for the fact that I was late for subuh. But everything else was like normal. Had my shower and wanted to cook something for brunch. Heat up the grill and went to type the CIM report. And then the alarm went off.
I ran off and found the kitchen covered in smoke. The pot with oil was hot. Took it and poured water into sink. Opened window. Tried to wipe off the smoke from wall. Too dark in there couldn't see anything.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Alhamdulillah
Allah really knows best. When you're feeling uncertain and losing confidence in yourself, never never lose your belief in Him, for He - the Creator of everything has it all planned for you. I was in my lowest of low the beginning of February, cried my heart out everyday on the phone, couldn't talk to anyone else but my mother, and was just about to lose belief in myself.
I was more frustrated that this test has some effects on something I'm planning for myself, particularly the one that involves big decision about my future after graduating this summer. But He never leaves His servants in the dark for too long. He answers calls and helps when you ask and seek for them. And then there were new doors opening up for me. More and more help. During these times I kept on praying that He'll make it easy for me if the plan is a good one. And that if it isn't, give me some signs. In my case the help came in the forms of advice, friends who were willing to spend time detailing what I needed to do and most importantly a mother who knows just the right things and words to say to get me back on my feet again. And a father who never doubts his flawed, imperfect daughter, and keep on believing in my dream.
Alhamdulillah, I am offered a position in the company I applied to. It was a complete surprise, yes I was hoping and prepared well for the interviews and tests, yet never thought I'd make it. Now praying that this is the best one for me and hopefully I'll adapt well and will be able to adjust to the changes and challenges well. Time for more and bigger plans actually. Oh Lord, help me please...
I was more frustrated that this test has some effects on something I'm planning for myself, particularly the one that involves big decision about my future after graduating this summer. But He never leaves His servants in the dark for too long. He answers calls and helps when you ask and seek for them. And then there were new doors opening up for me. More and more help. During these times I kept on praying that He'll make it easy for me if the plan is a good one. And that if it isn't, give me some signs. In my case the help came in the forms of advice, friends who were willing to spend time detailing what I needed to do and most importantly a mother who knows just the right things and words to say to get me back on my feet again. And a father who never doubts his flawed, imperfect daughter, and keep on believing in my dream.
Alhamdulillah, I am offered a position in the company I applied to. It was a complete surprise, yes I was hoping and prepared well for the interviews and tests, yet never thought I'd make it. Now praying that this is the best one for me and hopefully I'll adapt well and will be able to adjust to the changes and challenges well. Time for more and bigger plans actually. Oh Lord, help me please...
Birthdays
The past weeks have been the most eventful ones in my life. I'd like to believe that I've been through some tests in life, and the outcomes have seriously made me a stronger person.
Also, in February two other family members including celebrated their birthdays, adik (my older brother) on the 10th and mama on the 26th. I didn't get to wish Adik on his although he was home at the time I called and spoke to mama, but there were more pressing matters, and I was just mentally unstable at the time. I felt bad for this but I hope he knows how much I love him and my wishes for him to achiever his every desire in this life and hereafter.
As Kak Siha was here for about one month, and was leaving for Malaysia a couple of weeks back, I took the chance to get something for my parents and Ikram back home. After having a terrible experience with Pos Malaysia a year ago; where a parcel full with new Baby clothes for Anis (my bro Bancik's daughter, and first niece in the family!) went missing and couldn't be traced by anyone, I completely lost my trust to post anything else. There were few attempts though, I sent some birthday cards last year, but was completely exasperated when it never arrived! I am led to believe that the postmen or women might have just completely erased my parents' address from their system. Either that or they got lost on the way there from the highway. Or probably there's a magic spell that makes my house untraceable and couldn't be seen by the human eyes. I reserve my rants for another entry perhaps.
On the night of mine, my flatmates were so nice to throw a surprise. It was a Sunday (the next day was my birthday) and everyone was gone for the weekend except me (I'm always the boring one!) and another flatmate N. I was sure nobody would be there but later on close or probably after midnight they were throwing something onto my window. And then they were more people banging on the door. D, M, and W who were from other flats were also there. They were cakes and pizzas and muffins and balloons. I'm never a big birthday person but I appreciate it a lot nonetheless. Thanks girls!!
And happy birthday to other people celebrating on February, also to some who don't get to see their birthday too often, here's to all who were born on the 29th! Wow, how lucky, you guys age once in 4 years time!
Also, in February two other family members including celebrated their birthdays, adik (my older brother) on the 10th and mama on the 26th. I didn't get to wish Adik on his although he was home at the time I called and spoke to mama, but there were more pressing matters, and I was just mentally unstable at the time. I felt bad for this but I hope he knows how much I love him and my wishes for him to achiever his every desire in this life and hereafter.
As Kak Siha was here for about one month, and was leaving for Malaysia a couple of weeks back, I took the chance to get something for my parents and Ikram back home. After having a terrible experience with Pos Malaysia a year ago; where a parcel full with new Baby clothes for Anis (my bro Bancik's daughter, and first niece in the family!) went missing and couldn't be traced by anyone, I completely lost my trust to post anything else. There were few attempts though, I sent some birthday cards last year, but was completely exasperated when it never arrived! I am led to believe that the postmen or women might have just completely erased my parents' address from their system. Either that or they got lost on the way there from the highway. Or probably there's a magic spell that makes my house untraceable and couldn't be seen by the human eyes. I reserve my rants for another entry perhaps.
On the night of mine, my flatmates were so nice to throw a surprise. It was a Sunday (the next day was my birthday) and everyone was gone for the weekend except me (I'm always the boring one!) and another flatmate N. I was sure nobody would be there but later on close or probably after midnight they were throwing something onto my window. And then they were more people banging on the door. D, M, and W who were from other flats were also there. They were cakes and pizzas and muffins and balloons. I'm never a big birthday person but I appreciate it a lot nonetheless. Thanks girls!!
And happy birthday to other people celebrating on February, also to some who don't get to see their birthday too often, here's to all who were born on the 29th! Wow, how lucky, you guys age once in 4 years time!
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Di Satu Malam Sabtu.
Jenayah makin menjadi-jadi. Sana rompak, sini bunuh, situ samun.
Harga barang melambung-lambung. Minyak naik, gula naik, tepung naik, beras naik, tol naik, ayam naik. "RM1 sekarang dah macam takdak apa lagi dah", kata mama dalam telefon.
"Yang pakcik jual kuih sekupang satu tu ada lagi ma?",
"Sapa lah yang nak menjuai sekupang satu.. dia pon dah sama naik rega."
"yaka.."
Inflasi makin menjadi, ahli AMNOR dah tak sabaq nak bertanding. Apa Imam Hadhari buat?
Friday, August 31, 2007
Harrods- 1st September 2007
Yours truly will be going here as part of a weekend retreat tomorrow. Kak Nida is my travel partner, and we'll be joining Kak Biha and Kak Yati; both of whom have been my travel partners to Portsmouth previously. Harrods not having any sale, so I don't expect myself to come out loaded with anything than perhaps a ridiculously expensive Harrods bag, that is if I'm lucky!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Waktu rehat
Dulu di sekolah rendah, aku agak taiko. Garang ya amat, aku syak budak lelaki memang ramai yang tak suka kat aku. Budak pompuan, erm aku tak tau. Tapi ni nak cerita pasal lain.
Tiap kali rehat, aku jimat belanja wang saku. Wang dari mama selalu tak tetap, kadang-kadang seringgit (ni time darjah 1, bila dah naik tahap 2, ada peningkatan), kadang-kadang lebih kalau abah ada. Tapi aku selalu ada duit lebihlah. Dalam dompet kecil tu (alah yang dapat free kalau beri barang kemas tu), selalunya banyak duit syiling 20 sen dan 50 sen.
Lepas makan rehat, kami akan ramai-ramai panjat tangga ke tingkat 3. Kena cepat-cepat nanti orang ramai. Sebab aku agak taiko (dari budak sebaya), selalunya aku di depan lah. Bagi salam pada cikgu yang namanya sama dengan ayah aku, tapi dia dah tua, berkopiah putih, janggut sejemput, dan bertubuh kecil. Dia duduk menghala keluar kelas, ada meja, dan ada buku log besar di atas meja dengan pen merah dan biru.
Budak-budak bagi salam, ambik pen, hulur duit, dan tulis nama dan tarikh, jumlah, lepas tu sign. Kadang-kadang dia bagi juga tengok buku kecil ada gambar buah-buahan kat depan. Ada budak bagi 20 sen, 10 sen, 50 sen. Kalau ada duit banyak, bagilah seringgit atau lima ringgit. Kalau abah baru balik dari Indon, selalunya abah akan bagi 10 ringgit suruh bagi kat cikgu tu.
Buku gambar buah-buahan tu ada banyak kat dalam beg tepi cikgu tu, ada sticker ikut nombor siri untuk setiap orang. Kalau ada yang nak tengok, dia ambik satu karung, cari ikut nombor siri, keluar satu, yang lain dia ikat balik dengan getah gelang. Tapi kadang-kadang sangatlah dia bagi tengok, sebab ramai yang menunggu, waktu rehat 40 minit saja.
Nama cikgu tu Cikgu Marzuki. Kami semua beratur nak masuk duit dalam Bank Pertanian. Semua dah mendaftar sebelum tu, dan ada buku akaun masing-masing. Cikgu Marzuki yang pegang. Dia kumpul duit budak-budak, dan lepas dah banyak dia masukkan dalam akaun.
Tiap kali aku bukak laci abah dan nampak buku akaun tu, aku teringat masa rehat di sekolah.
Tiap kali rehat, aku jimat belanja wang saku. Wang dari mama selalu tak tetap, kadang-kadang seringgit (ni time darjah 1, bila dah naik tahap 2, ada peningkatan), kadang-kadang lebih kalau abah ada. Tapi aku selalu ada duit lebihlah. Dalam dompet kecil tu (alah yang dapat free kalau beri barang kemas tu), selalunya banyak duit syiling 20 sen dan 50 sen.
Lepas makan rehat, kami akan ramai-ramai panjat tangga ke tingkat 3. Kena cepat-cepat nanti orang ramai. Sebab aku agak taiko (dari budak sebaya), selalunya aku di depan lah. Bagi salam pada cikgu yang namanya sama dengan ayah aku, tapi dia dah tua, berkopiah putih, janggut sejemput, dan bertubuh kecil. Dia duduk menghala keluar kelas, ada meja, dan ada buku log besar di atas meja dengan pen merah dan biru.
Budak-budak bagi salam, ambik pen, hulur duit, dan tulis nama dan tarikh, jumlah, lepas tu sign. Kadang-kadang dia bagi juga tengok buku kecil ada gambar buah-buahan kat depan. Ada budak bagi 20 sen, 10 sen, 50 sen. Kalau ada duit banyak, bagilah seringgit atau lima ringgit. Kalau abah baru balik dari Indon, selalunya abah akan bagi 10 ringgit suruh bagi kat cikgu tu.
Buku gambar buah-buahan tu ada banyak kat dalam beg tepi cikgu tu, ada sticker ikut nombor siri untuk setiap orang. Kalau ada yang nak tengok, dia ambik satu karung, cari ikut nombor siri, keluar satu, yang lain dia ikat balik dengan getah gelang. Tapi kadang-kadang sangatlah dia bagi tengok, sebab ramai yang menunggu, waktu rehat 40 minit saja.
Nama cikgu tu Cikgu Marzuki. Kami semua beratur nak masuk duit dalam Bank Pertanian. Semua dah mendaftar sebelum tu, dan ada buku akaun masing-masing. Cikgu Marzuki yang pegang. Dia kumpul duit budak-budak, dan lepas dah banyak dia masukkan dalam akaun.
Tiap kali aku bukak laci abah dan nampak buku akaun tu, aku teringat masa rehat di sekolah.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Sakit
Sekarang ni perasaan malas makin menjadi-jadi. Cuti lima minggu, 2 assignments pon tak boleh siap. Dok sibuk buat apa pun tak tau lah. Bangun, mandi, siap-siap, bukak komputer check sini check sana, tiba-tiba dah petang.
Masak-masak, makan-makan, dah malam. Bila dah gelap kenalah tambah ilmu rohani sikit, jadi kerja dunia yang kena siapkan itu masih bertimbun juga.
Bila telefon rumah, mesti cakap kat mama dan abah, minta diorang doakan supaya tambah sikit kerajinan aku ni. Tapi, aku tau benda macam ni, kena datang dari dalam diri sendiri. Setakat doa ibubapa (walaupun memang doa ibu adalah yang paling mustajab), tapi diri sendiri tak mau nak berubah tak jadi juga.
Masak-masak, makan-makan, dah malam. Bila dah gelap kenalah tambah ilmu rohani sikit, jadi kerja dunia yang kena siapkan itu masih bertimbun juga.
Bila telefon rumah, mesti cakap kat mama dan abah, minta diorang doakan supaya tambah sikit kerajinan aku ni. Tapi, aku tau benda macam ni, kena datang dari dalam diri sendiri. Setakat doa ibubapa (walaupun memang doa ibu adalah yang paling mustajab), tapi diri sendiri tak mau nak berubah tak jadi juga.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Abah
Dulu kecik-kecik, aku takkan mandi satu hari kalau abah dah mandi sebelum aku bangun tidur. Aku nak bangun tidur punyalah susah, tapi kalau orang kata 'bangun abah nak pi mana tu?' cepat-cepat aku melompat bangun.
Kalau naik kereta, dekat nak sampai rumah hala balik, aku adik-beradik selalu cepat-cepat pejam mata, kadang-kadang terlena betul, tapi banyaknya berlakon. Sebab malas nak jalan sendiri keluar dari kereta. Nanti abah kena usung sorang-sorang masuk rumah. Kecuali kakak aku yang sulung lah kot, dia dah besar time tu.
Masa 6 tahun aku masuk taski, tak lama, dalam dua minggu berenti. Sebabnya, satu malas nak bangun tidur, bila sampai kelas lambat, orang gelakkan aku. Jadi aku pun malas. Tapi itu bukan sebab utama. Tiap kali balik tadika, masa makan abah tanya, tadi belajar apa, best tak, makan apa. Aku jawab semua. Lepas tu abah tanya, ustazah nama apa, cantik tak, dah kawin ka belum. Abah tanya saja nak bagi aku panas. Lepas tu aku tak mau tengok muka ustazah tu lagi.
Darjah satu aku malas nak buat kerja sekolah. Selalu abah kena tulis kerja sekolah aku pakai tangan kiri. Tapi aku tak pernah missed dapat nombor satu, sebab abah janji nak beli mountain bike kalau dapat. (sebenarnya dia risau kot, sebab aku dah la tak tadika, lepas tu takmau buat homework...)
Kalau aku balik sekolah muka masam, lepas tu abah buat lawak, aku akan hempas basikal dan beg sekolah, dan terus masuk bilik. Abah yang angkat beg sekolah masuk rumah, dan susun kasut aku.
Bila time nak periksa, kalau abah ada kat rumah, abah selalu bagi duit note RM 50, suruh letak dalam poket. Macam good luck charm lah. Kalau aku tak reti jawab periksa, aku seluk poket, macam ada abah dekat dengan aku.
Sampai aku masuk asrama pun, setiap kali aku nak exam, abah mesti suruh bawak duit 50 atau 100 masa exam. Good luck charm style abah.
Ada lebih sejuta perkara pasal abah aku sepanjang aku hidup ni. Hari ni hari lahir abah ke 51. Selamat hari lahir abah. Sayang yang tak terhingga.
Kalau naik kereta, dekat nak sampai rumah hala balik, aku adik-beradik selalu cepat-cepat pejam mata, kadang-kadang terlena betul, tapi banyaknya berlakon. Sebab malas nak jalan sendiri keluar dari kereta. Nanti abah kena usung sorang-sorang masuk rumah. Kecuali kakak aku yang sulung lah kot, dia dah besar time tu.
Masa 6 tahun aku masuk taski, tak lama, dalam dua minggu berenti. Sebabnya, satu malas nak bangun tidur, bila sampai kelas lambat, orang gelakkan aku. Jadi aku pun malas. Tapi itu bukan sebab utama. Tiap kali balik tadika, masa makan abah tanya, tadi belajar apa, best tak, makan apa. Aku jawab semua. Lepas tu abah tanya, ustazah nama apa, cantik tak, dah kawin ka belum. Abah tanya saja nak bagi aku panas. Lepas tu aku tak mau tengok muka ustazah tu lagi.
Darjah satu aku malas nak buat kerja sekolah. Selalu abah kena tulis kerja sekolah aku pakai tangan kiri. Tapi aku tak pernah missed dapat nombor satu, sebab abah janji nak beli mountain bike kalau dapat. (sebenarnya dia risau kot, sebab aku dah la tak tadika, lepas tu takmau buat homework...)
Kalau aku balik sekolah muka masam, lepas tu abah buat lawak, aku akan hempas basikal dan beg sekolah, dan terus masuk bilik. Abah yang angkat beg sekolah masuk rumah, dan susun kasut aku.
Bila time nak periksa, kalau abah ada kat rumah, abah selalu bagi duit note RM 50, suruh letak dalam poket. Macam good luck charm lah. Kalau aku tak reti jawab periksa, aku seluk poket, macam ada abah dekat dengan aku.
Sampai aku masuk asrama pun, setiap kali aku nak exam, abah mesti suruh bawak duit 50 atau 100 masa exam. Good luck charm style abah.
Ada lebih sejuta perkara pasal abah aku sepanjang aku hidup ni. Hari ni hari lahir abah ke 51. Selamat hari lahir abah. Sayang yang tak terhingga.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
whats next?
have you ever felt like the burden on your shoulders is just too much and that you just cant carry it anymore? felt like life is just sooo problematic and that everything you do is rubbish and just not working out the way you want it? felt like you just want to end everything and back to square one, or just end it alltogether. fullstop.
i do. more now than it ever before.
these few weeks have been most difficult. been thinking a lot about the problems i have, the ones that never seemed to have any end, and more kept coming piling up to the ones that have been.
i was weak, and when i'm feeling weak, taking a long shower helps ease the pain a little bit. that was when something whispered to me that that's just Allah's way of reminding me of His existence. and that whatever happens in this life is the preparation you need for the afterlife that never ends. can u imagine a life that goes on forever and ever? no u cant because nothing in this world is forver. love? love is not forever, the subject or object you love will disappear and love itself will fade. no single creation is forever, only the Creator is. like, i love my mom sooo much i'm scared to think that one day i may not see her again. everyday since i was very small i pray that if Allah wants to take any life in my family, take me first and not my parents, cos i dont think i can live when i know my mom is meeting Him. but thats wrong. cos Allah is the Creator all of things and it is His right to do what should be done. and then i love my cat misai so much, i know he must have loved me too, but then one day, he was gone too. i cried and cried, but i knew i cant make him live again. misai came into my dream the other day, and in the dream both of us were laughing, but when i woke up, tears welled up in my eyes.
it isnt that i dont believe in the afterlife that will go on for eternity, its just that at that moment, when i was having my shower and thinking how difficult my life has become now, then it strucked me. its alright, u dont live in this world forever, its just temporary. like when u go to someplace u dont like, but u know u will get out of that place, then every minute when u think about how u hate to be there, u will find solace in knowing that the time will come for u to get out of there. its something like that.
then, all my problems and complications of life sort of diminished. its ok, i heard my inner self telling me. if u think u're not perfect, then there are millions of reasons why God made u the way u are, have those things happened the way they did and everything else. u dont have to like all of them, cos they are only temporary. the afterlife is for eternity, you should work more for that. material things in this world, the things that everyone's after, what good is it for the afterlife? nothing at all. and let us all take comfort in that and start working more for the one thats forever: the afterlife.
i do. more now than it ever before.
these few weeks have been most difficult. been thinking a lot about the problems i have, the ones that never seemed to have any end, and more kept coming piling up to the ones that have been.
i was weak, and when i'm feeling weak, taking a long shower helps ease the pain a little bit. that was when something whispered to me that that's just Allah's way of reminding me of His existence. and that whatever happens in this life is the preparation you need for the afterlife that never ends. can u imagine a life that goes on forever and ever? no u cant because nothing in this world is forver. love? love is not forever, the subject or object you love will disappear and love itself will fade. no single creation is forever, only the Creator is. like, i love my mom sooo much i'm scared to think that one day i may not see her again. everyday since i was very small i pray that if Allah wants to take any life in my family, take me first and not my parents, cos i dont think i can live when i know my mom is meeting Him. but thats wrong. cos Allah is the Creator all of things and it is His right to do what should be done. and then i love my cat misai so much, i know he must have loved me too, but then one day, he was gone too. i cried and cried, but i knew i cant make him live again. misai came into my dream the other day, and in the dream both of us were laughing, but when i woke up, tears welled up in my eyes.
it isnt that i dont believe in the afterlife that will go on for eternity, its just that at that moment, when i was having my shower and thinking how difficult my life has become now, then it strucked me. its alright, u dont live in this world forever, its just temporary. like when u go to someplace u dont like, but u know u will get out of that place, then every minute when u think about how u hate to be there, u will find solace in knowing that the time will come for u to get out of there. its something like that.
then, all my problems and complications of life sort of diminished. its ok, i heard my inner self telling me. if u think u're not perfect, then there are millions of reasons why God made u the way u are, have those things happened the way they did and everything else. u dont have to like all of them, cos they are only temporary. the afterlife is for eternity, you should work more for that. material things in this world, the things that everyone's after, what good is it for the afterlife? nothing at all. and let us all take comfort in that and start working more for the one thats forever: the afterlife.
Monday, January 01, 2007
..and what kind of world are we living in today?
I will be really honest here about the fact that I have not been a very loyal follower of the case. I read articles about him in different perspectives. One of the earliest ones I think was from Readers Digest. Yes, the Western views of him. You know how it would be. That was way before any of the bad things happened to the country. But I wouldnt say that any plans were not on their way at this stage.
And then the tragedy happened. What year was that? 2004? And then they found him underground,in a small hole not fit for human to live. He was a ruler, a great one at that and the media was in joy to show where he was hiding for everyone to see. He was hiding, and not in the best shape. It was a shocking thing for kids to see. Even for those who didn't know who he was, who were too young to know who he was. It was a disgrace, for all muslims, for those who believed in him, and for those who condemned the acts. Nevermind what he had done in the past.
And then the trials began. In his own country. Judged by his own people. I never thought anyone would have the guts to try his own ruler. He was the legitimate ruler of the country, no one can deny that. Nevermind what he had done in the past. The ones after that are traitors and tresspassers. It is so obvious you have to admit it.
And then the verdict came. Oh what did others say? You know, some argued that this was wrong. But did they care? They would try to pretend they heard you, but they were not interested. And those people who had the say, they just merely discussed the issue because they had to. Not because they wanted to. They made statements, and it appeared in the press, and they went home and holidays with family members and laughed their heart out. Nevermind what he had done in the past.
And then the day came. It was Eid. It was yesterday. It was the day of remembering the sacrifices of the prophets Ibrahim and Ismail (pbuh). And they chose this day to do it. They were really determined to do it on this day, nevermind that it was a hurried choice of day, they waited long enough. And the people who condemned the people who wanted to do this, did what they do best, talked it over, made statements, and then went on with their lives. Do other normal stuff. And he died in his own hometown, in the building that was built during his time as a ruler, in his own country, done by his own people, the people who once obeyed his rules. Nevermind what he had done in the past.
Allah will grant him his share of the world and ours too. He is the martyr.
And the same question appeared in my mind.
And then the tragedy happened. What year was that? 2004? And then they found him underground,in a small hole not fit for human to live. He was a ruler, a great one at that and the media was in joy to show where he was hiding for everyone to see. He was hiding, and not in the best shape. It was a shocking thing for kids to see. Even for those who didn't know who he was, who were too young to know who he was. It was a disgrace, for all muslims, for those who believed in him, and for those who condemned the acts. Nevermind what he had done in the past.
And then the trials began. In his own country. Judged by his own people. I never thought anyone would have the guts to try his own ruler. He was the legitimate ruler of the country, no one can deny that. Nevermind what he had done in the past. The ones after that are traitors and tresspassers. It is so obvious you have to admit it.
And then the verdict came. Oh what did others say? You know, some argued that this was wrong. But did they care? They would try to pretend they heard you, but they were not interested. And those people who had the say, they just merely discussed the issue because they had to. Not because they wanted to. They made statements, and it appeared in the press, and they went home and holidays with family members and laughed their heart out. Nevermind what he had done in the past.
And then the day came. It was Eid. It was yesterday. It was the day of remembering the sacrifices of the prophets Ibrahim and Ismail (pbuh). And they chose this day to do it. They were really determined to do it on this day, nevermind that it was a hurried choice of day, they waited long enough. And the people who condemned the people who wanted to do this, did what they do best, talked it over, made statements, and then went on with their lives. Do other normal stuff. And he died in his own hometown, in the building that was built during his time as a ruler, in his own country, done by his own people, the people who once obeyed his rules. Nevermind what he had done in the past.
Allah will grant him his share of the world and ours too. He is the martyr.
And the same question appeared in my mind.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
No names
Bautiful song with a bautiful composition.
Take my hand my dear
We know that the time it is near
Be strong and be brave,my dear
Let me go now,let me go
How it came to this
It's not clear
Long and lonely nights
Now I fear
Though I need your hand to hold,
My dear
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Take my hand my dear
We were drifting year after year
When we tried our best to fly,my dear
Let me go now,let me go
How it came to this
It's not clear
Long and lonely night
Now i fear
Be strong and be brave
My dear
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Take my hand my dear
Love takes us far away from here
Tell me once again so I hear
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Its hard not to feel related to this song.
Take my hand my dear
We know that the time it is near
Be strong and be brave,my dear
Let me go now,let me go
How it came to this
It's not clear
Long and lonely nights
Now I fear
Though I need your hand to hold,
My dear
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Take my hand my dear
We were drifting year after year
When we tried our best to fly,my dear
Let me go now,let me go
How it came to this
It's not clear
Long and lonely night
Now i fear
Be strong and be brave
My dear
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Take my hand my dear
Love takes us far away from here
Tell me once again so I hear
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Let me go now,let me go
Its hard not to feel related to this song.
Underneath the Stars
That's one of the songs from Kate Rusby. Before she began singing she mentioned about how wonderful the stars are and how we sould look at them and thank God for these wonderful creations. Its hard not to like Kate. And by making that statement I love her even more. Some of her songs really made me in the verge of weeping.
The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied an old saddle horse
Where no horse should there be
"It's a cow, it's a cow", cried the good man's wife
"A cow, just a cow, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a saddle on a cow there's never been
The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied a powdered wig
Where no wig should there be
"It's a hen, it's a hen", cried the good man's wife
"A hen, just a hen, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But powder on a hen there's never been
The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied a riding coat
Where no coat should there be
"It's sheets, just sheets", cried the good man's wife
"Sheets, just sheets, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But buttons on a sheet there's never been
The good man he came home one night
When the good man home came he
There he spied a handsome man
Where no man should there be
"It's the maid, it's the maid", cried the good man's wife
"The milking maid, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a beard on a maid there's never been
The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied an old saddle horse
Where no horse should there be
"It's a cow, it's a cow", cried the good man's wife
"A cow, just a cow, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a saddle on a cow there's never been
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a saddle on a cow there's never been
When's the last time you looked at the stars and thank Allah for illuminating the sky for you?
The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied an old saddle horse
Where no horse should there be
"It's a cow, it's a cow", cried the good man's wife
"A cow, just a cow, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a saddle on a cow there's never been
The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied a powdered wig
Where no wig should there be
"It's a hen, it's a hen", cried the good man's wife
"A hen, just a hen, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But powder on a hen there's never been
The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied a riding coat
Where no coat should there be
"It's sheets, just sheets", cried the good man's wife
"Sheets, just sheets, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But buttons on a sheet there's never been
The good man he came home one night
When the good man home came he
There he spied a handsome man
Where no man should there be
"It's the maid, it's the maid", cried the good man's wife
"The milking maid, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a beard on a maid there's never been
The good man he came home one night
The good man, home came he
There he spied an old saddle horse
Where no horse should there be
"It's a cow, it's a cow", cried the good man's wife
"A cow, just a cow, can't you see?"
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a saddle on a cow there's never been
Far have I ridden, and much I've seen
But a saddle on a cow there's never been
When's the last time you looked at the stars and thank Allah for illuminating the sky for you?
Stewarding
I'm a steward(ess). It's both rewarding and tiring, this job. In spite of the lousy pay which is £5 per live show, I enjoy it all the same. I mean we get to watch shows that are priced at £18 or £25 for free, and all we have to do is check pople's tickets at the beginning of the show, and smile a lot, plus other random things like showing them to their seats and again, smile.
But it depends on what show you sign up for. I have promised myself not to sign up for any random gigs next time. First I don't like loud music, and second I hate it. Is there a third? Oh yes, it makes me hate myself for being there in the first place. And earplugs are not that much of a help, either. They just block a tiny fraction of the poisonous luodbanging notes to enter and damage your eardrums, but I'm yet to find out whether there are still intact and properly functioning. Visit to the NHS will tell me this but we shall see if I'm that keen to find out, or not.
This is the list of things I have stewarded for and seen and their verdicts:
Eric Bibb : Country Music, Hall. Positioned at Door 3. Not too loud, Not too packed, Mainly old people came and some weird people who happen to be around campus. Some familiar faces around campus too. They might not know me, but I see them a lot. (Does that say something about me?) Ehmm. Overall it was ok. Eardrums were not badly hurt by this one.
The Divine Comedy: Standing gigs, Hall. Positioned at Door 2 with two other stewards. Quite packed. terrible sound systems. Eardrums damaged beyond repair. The other girl (steward) was also new but was a real snob. Thanked God Jing was there at the same door. Sat the entire time. Crowd loved the performance but I wanted to be somewhere else. Kept telling myself it will all be over.
The Watership Down: Play for kids, lots of rabbits jumping around and screaming and laughing and haze. Positined at Door b which is relatively a quiet door. Just a few people went through this door. Quite liked it.
The Watership Down again: positioned at Door C this time, the door which one of the casts used to go in during the second half of the show. talked to him, he said Assalamualaikum Siti which surprised me a lot. he's the funny talking bird in the play and he said Syukran to me when I said he was a fantastic actor. Liked it a lot.
Kate Rusby: Folk song, sit-down concert, Hall. Positioned at door 4 with one nice new steward who knows about Malaysia and has some Malaysian friends. Hall is packed, sold out in fact. Sold in-trays Haagen Dazs icecreams, which is a lousy job which hopefully I wont have to do again in the future. I looked like a clown for the whole 15 minutes and prayed hard that no-one I know would be in the Arts Centre at that time. Managed to sell a few tubs before the headsteward realised I wasn't really for this thing and took it from me. Well it was time I went back to the door anyway.
Although the loud music again, damaged my ears, I quite liked it. That Kate is one talented musician and very very funny. The other musicians too, that bald guy who plays almost any instrument there is for the night. And Andy the other one who plays that-thing-I-forgot-the-name-of-the-instrument was also very funny, he was telling how to cook mushroom to perfection with the precise time when Kate asked her to while she was tuning her guitar. Very funny and the audience was obviously having a great time. verdict: Great performance, had a good time with rachel the other steward.
At the moment I still enjoy this job cause its always something different everytime. Will add more to the list as I work more shifts.
But it depends on what show you sign up for. I have promised myself not to sign up for any random gigs next time. First I don't like loud music, and second I hate it. Is there a third? Oh yes, it makes me hate myself for being there in the first place. And earplugs are not that much of a help, either. They just block a tiny fraction of the poisonous luodbanging notes to enter and damage your eardrums, but I'm yet to find out whether there are still intact and properly functioning. Visit to the NHS will tell me this but we shall see if I'm that keen to find out, or not.
This is the list of things I have stewarded for and seen and their verdicts:
Eric Bibb : Country Music, Hall. Positioned at Door 3. Not too loud, Not too packed, Mainly old people came and some weird people who happen to be around campus. Some familiar faces around campus too. They might not know me, but I see them a lot. (Does that say something about me?) Ehmm. Overall it was ok. Eardrums were not badly hurt by this one.
The Divine Comedy: Standing gigs, Hall. Positioned at Door 2 with two other stewards. Quite packed. terrible sound systems. Eardrums damaged beyond repair. The other girl (steward) was also new but was a real snob. Thanked God Jing was there at the same door. Sat the entire time. Crowd loved the performance but I wanted to be somewhere else. Kept telling myself it will all be over.
The Watership Down: Play for kids, lots of rabbits jumping around and screaming and laughing and haze. Positined at Door b which is relatively a quiet door. Just a few people went through this door. Quite liked it.
The Watership Down again: positioned at Door C this time, the door which one of the casts used to go in during the second half of the show. talked to him, he said Assalamualaikum Siti which surprised me a lot. he's the funny talking bird in the play and he said Syukran to me when I said he was a fantastic actor. Liked it a lot.
Kate Rusby: Folk song, sit-down concert, Hall. Positioned at door 4 with one nice new steward who knows about Malaysia and has some Malaysian friends. Hall is packed, sold out in fact. Sold in-trays Haagen Dazs icecreams, which is a lousy job which hopefully I wont have to do again in the future. I looked like a clown for the whole 15 minutes and prayed hard that no-one I know would be in the Arts Centre at that time. Managed to sell a few tubs before the headsteward realised I wasn't really for this thing and took it from me. Well it was time I went back to the door anyway.
Although the loud music again, damaged my ears, I quite liked it. That Kate is one talented musician and very very funny. The other musicians too, that bald guy who plays almost any instrument there is for the night. And Andy the other one who plays that-thing-I-forgot-the-name-of-the-instrument was also very funny, he was telling how to cook mushroom to perfection with the precise time when Kate asked her to while she was tuning her guitar. Very funny and the audience was obviously having a great time. verdict: Great performance, had a good time with rachel the other steward.
At the moment I still enjoy this job cause its always something different everytime. Will add more to the list as I work more shifts.
Overdue Raya Entry
It's Friday today. At least in this part of the world it is. Raya was on Monday in here, so that means its the 5th day of Syawal. But it barely feels like raya, today, yesterday, or even the day of the raya itself. If I can be totally honest with you, it doesn't feel like nothing at all. Have I lost that raya spirit? Should I feel guilty for not having any? There's guilt, really. Even on the day of the raya itself. Its probably because in my first year here, I was tremendously sad and sensitive of the word 'raya'. I think it's just natural that this time around I got used to it.
Having said that, it wasn't so bad afterall. I did all the raya things that I've been doing every year. But it didn't have a good start. The night before raya I was working at the Arts Centre while they had takbir in the Prayer Hall. Guilty? Yes, a lot.
Took the last bus home, and straight to bed.
Woke up late. The whole house did. Ran for the bus, ran to catch the solat raya, out of breath by the first takbir.
Ate biscuits and took lots of pictures. Fire alarm went off, everyone went out and snapped even more photos outside.
Went for class, then off to Kak Lin's house with Sarah Fizah Siti and Ibrahim. Nice rendang and nasi himpit. Met some other Phd families and their kids. Photos again.
Kak Shida's house in the afternoon. Laksa and nasi tomato. Kak Shida has a very big and beautiful garden. Took photos again. Must remember to make puding cermin next time.
Went to Japanese Class at 5. Both Siti and me couldnt really pay attention to what Miho-sensei was talking about. But Siti was the worst one, mata dragon as we call it.
Didnt go for Abg faiz's open house in the evening. Too tired. Went home after talking to mama. (It was the night before raya at home)
That was my raya. How was yours?
Having said that, it wasn't so bad afterall. I did all the raya things that I've been doing every year. But it didn't have a good start. The night before raya I was working at the Arts Centre while they had takbir in the Prayer Hall. Guilty? Yes, a lot.
Took the last bus home, and straight to bed.
Woke up late. The whole house did. Ran for the bus, ran to catch the solat raya, out of breath by the first takbir.
Ate biscuits and took lots of pictures. Fire alarm went off, everyone went out and snapped even more photos outside.
Went for class, then off to Kak Lin's house with Sarah Fizah Siti and Ibrahim. Nice rendang and nasi himpit. Met some other Phd families and their kids. Photos again.
Kak Shida's house in the afternoon. Laksa and nasi tomato. Kak Shida has a very big and beautiful garden. Took photos again. Must remember to make puding cermin next time.
Went to Japanese Class at 5. Both Siti and me couldnt really pay attention to what Miho-sensei was talking about. But Siti was the worst one, mata dragon as we call it.
Didnt go for Abg faiz's open house in the evening. Too tired. Went home after talking to mama. (It was the night before raya at home)
That was my raya. How was yours?
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Long Time No See!
Ok, I admit, I just can't keep my word to keep updating regularly, but I've been busy with lotsa things. But I found something so funny I can hardly pass this one. So here goes:
hahahahahah.
1. I'm the only surviving member of the seven wonders of the world! ha!
2.What? Fat! Ok that is almost true *gasp*
3.How can pumpkins end up as me? Oh wait, does that mean hannim = pumpkin?
4.Instead of milk, they use me in photography? haha
5.All brides should wear me on their weddings!
6.Wey, i'm still here la, where got extinct one?
7.(freaky) So very true!
8.What? I'm farther from the moon than the Earth, and bigger? So where exactly am I then?
9.Yeah, I told the world about the existence of UFO, sapa suruh tak caya.
10.I existed before the kompang segala macam!
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Hannim Mazuki!
- Hannim Mazuki is the only one of the original Seven Wonders of the World that still survives.
- Hannim Mazuki has enough fat to produce 32 bars of soap.
- 99 percent of the pumpkins sold in the US end up as Hannim Mazuki.
- Hannim Mazuki is often used in place of milk in food photography, because milk goes soggy more quickly than Hannim Mazuki!
- A bride should wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and Hannim Mazuki.
- Hannim Mazuki was declared extinct in 1902!
- You share your birthday with Hannim Mazuki!
- The moon is 400 times closer to the Earth than Hannim Mazuki, and 400 times smaller.
- 68 percent of all UFO sightings are by Hannim Mazuki.
- Hannim Mazuki is the oldest playable musical instrument in the world.
hahahahahah.
1. I'm the only surviving member of the seven wonders of the world! ha!
2.What? Fat! Ok that is almost true *gasp*
3.How can pumpkins end up as me? Oh wait, does that mean hannim = pumpkin?
4.Instead of milk, they use me in photography? haha
5.All brides should wear me on their weddings!
6.Wey, i'm still here la, where got extinct one?
7.(freaky) So very true!
8.What? I'm farther from the moon than the Earth, and bigger? So where exactly am I then?
9.Yeah, I told the world about the existence of UFO, sapa suruh tak caya.
10.I existed before the kompang segala macam!
Thursday, March 09, 2006
The letter 'E'
It was in a small card shop amongst many others. Sunday afternoon. Outside it was raining, not too heavily, but enough to spread the sleepy mode around.
There were a couple, a boy and a girl, giggling in between conversations. Couldn't make out what they say, but the giggles were loud enough. In fact there were more giggles than any word exchanged. Not that I was eavesdropping, but when you're in a quiet room, even footsteps were too loud to go unnoticed.
There was an old man. Take that. A middle-aged man. In a business suit and holding a brief case. Sunday afternoon and holding a briefcase in suit. Hmm. Screening cards in the children section he was. Ahh, that was sweet. Maybe her daughter's birthday was coming. Ah..
Took a card for mama's birthday which was in a week's time. There was no way this card would arrive on time, but all the same, a thought is a thought however late it reaches the person concerned.
Went to the check-out till. No-one there. Oh come on, I had work to do. A lady came and checked it out. Just when we wanted to exchange goods and money, the guy in suit came up.
"Err, excuse me, do you know which one's for the girl? Is it the one with a single?"
He wasn't looking at me, so of course it was directed to the tiller. So I waited for my card. She was still holding it, although I gave the exact amount. Should I just take it and leave? One second. Two..... Seven seconds gone. The lady gave it a thought although it looked like more than one to me. I knew this cos she had that 'thinking face' you have when you are actually thinking. Go figure.
I couldn't stand this.
"The one with the double."
Both looked at me. Take that, all of them looked at me, including the giggling couple who had just came into the scene.
"The one with the double is for the girl."
"Oh, thanks."
Isn't there any clue in the card saying which one's for whom? I know for sure you can't be wrong with mothers' and fathers' day cards!
There were a couple, a boy and a girl, giggling in between conversations. Couldn't make out what they say, but the giggles were loud enough. In fact there were more giggles than any word exchanged. Not that I was eavesdropping, but when you're in a quiet room, even footsteps were too loud to go unnoticed.
There was an old man. Take that. A middle-aged man. In a business suit and holding a brief case. Sunday afternoon and holding a briefcase in suit. Hmm. Screening cards in the children section he was. Ahh, that was sweet. Maybe her daughter's birthday was coming. Ah..
Took a card for mama's birthday which was in a week's time. There was no way this card would arrive on time, but all the same, a thought is a thought however late it reaches the person concerned.
Went to the check-out till. No-one there. Oh come on, I had work to do. A lady came and checked it out. Just when we wanted to exchange goods and money, the guy in suit came up.
"Err, excuse me, do you know which one's for the girl? Is it the one with a single?"
He wasn't looking at me, so of course it was directed to the tiller. So I waited for my card. She was still holding it, although I gave the exact amount. Should I just take it and leave? One second. Two..... Seven seconds gone. The lady gave it a thought although it looked like more than one to me. I knew this cos she had that 'thinking face' you have when you are actually thinking. Go figure.
I couldn't stand this.
"The one with the double."
Both looked at me. Take that, all of them looked at me, including the giggling couple who had just came into the scene.
"The one with the double is for the girl."
"Oh, thanks."
Isn't there any clue in the card saying which one's for whom? I know for sure you can't be wrong with mothers' and fathers' day cards!
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
Cadbury World!
It was my birthday on the 18th of Feb. And there's nothing more enjoyable than celebrating your birthday in a world full of chocolate! Err, no, it wasn't my birthday present. Despite my wish to slow down a bit on the chocolate comsumption, I joined the Isoc trip to Bournevill, Birmingham where thousands of Cadbury chocs are made in minutes! It costed us 11 pounds, but I spent more than that of course, it's simply irresistable, those Dairy Milk, I don't think there's any 500g of those sold in Malaysia, not that I know of, at least.
You could expect that everyone would know it's your birthday when Wani is around. But she too has slowed down on the endless birthday wishing when it's your birthday. When we were in KYS, she would wish you five times in five minutes, and times that with the number of hours you are around her, countless. But it is nice all the same. She just can't stop reminding you that you're one year older or maybe to remind you that she's younger than anyone else in the class! But of course, I love her all the same =).
Ok back to Cadbury World, the most enjoying part was the choc tasting, but no-one could eat too much, it was liquid choc, and it makes you sick after the first cup. And nugget was not my thing either, and the extra three nuggets the demonstater guy gave me ended in the bin later that day.
Overall, I think kids would love this place, more than adults would. But it's certainly worth the pounds we spent but I don't know about the pounds we've put on after the trip, though!
You could expect that everyone would know it's your birthday when Wani is around. But she too has slowed down on the endless birthday wishing when it's your birthday. When we were in KYS, she would wish you five times in five minutes, and times that with the number of hours you are around her, countless. But it is nice all the same. She just can't stop reminding you that you're one year older or maybe to remind you that she's younger than anyone else in the class! But of course, I love her all the same =).
Ok back to Cadbury World, the most enjoying part was the choc tasting, but no-one could eat too much, it was liquid choc, and it makes you sick after the first cup. And nugget was not my thing either, and the extra three nuggets the demonstater guy gave me ended in the bin later that day.
Overall, I think kids would love this place, more than adults would. But it's certainly worth the pounds we spent but I don't know about the pounds we've put on after the trip, though!
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Cooking myself
Contrary to my own belief, I am not that homesick. I was, to be honest, in the first few months, but nowadays, things are alright, much to my own surprise. I am no longer dreaming of home and family members dying. And I don't think of my mama's cooking that much now. Not because I've found someone who can cook better, no one would, but just that, I know I'll be fine until I'm home again.
And speaking about cooking, I know for a fact that I can't cook. More often than not, I detest my own cooking. That is as honest I can get. Although I pretended to enjoy cooking and tried several things, let's face it, I can never get the taste right, whatever it is. My spaghetti tastes half as it should be, my kuay teow was reduced to white shredded trails, and my nasi goreng doesn't live up to anyone's expectation (if there's any at all). The only reason I (sometimes) cook is that I don't have better things to do, at that moment in time. And yes, cooking works as a stress-reliever too. And though everyone does spill out the obligatory compliments when they eat and finish up whatever it is that I cook, I know that they'd prefer I didn't, in the first place. Or maybe, I just don't like what I cook, as simple as that. But when it comes to someone else's, my appetite skyrockets like there's no tomorrow. Especially if it's mama's or adik's. Oh wait, but I do have some exceptions as well, though. I like my own pudding and teh o, if you ask to name a few. And that's basically it.
Do you love cooking? I'd love to taste it some time.
And speaking about cooking, I know for a fact that I can't cook. More often than not, I detest my own cooking. That is as honest I can get. Although I pretended to enjoy cooking and tried several things, let's face it, I can never get the taste right, whatever it is. My spaghetti tastes half as it should be, my kuay teow was reduced to white shredded trails, and my nasi goreng doesn't live up to anyone's expectation (if there's any at all). The only reason I (sometimes) cook is that I don't have better things to do, at that moment in time. And yes, cooking works as a stress-reliever too. And though everyone does spill out the obligatory compliments when they eat and finish up whatever it is that I cook, I know that they'd prefer I didn't, in the first place. Or maybe, I just don't like what I cook, as simple as that. But when it comes to someone else's, my appetite skyrockets like there's no tomorrow. Especially if it's mama's or adik's. Oh wait, but I do have some exceptions as well, though. I like my own pudding and teh o, if you ask to name a few. And that's basically it.
Do you love cooking? I'd love to taste it some time.
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