aku sekeh kang....

Summarised/shorten from previous blog

aku terstumble upon this page. It was a forum, ada org2 dok citer masalah, then ada satu post dari seorang lelaki, beginilah isinya:

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baru2 nie masuk club cari kawan dptler kawan dgn 3 awekz nie so skg x tahu nak pilih yg mana satu. nak jadikan cite yg satu nie ok keja pun bagus but muka tak berapa ok n yg nie ler yg kerap contact i. so at this moment i conpius apa yg nak buat.i pun ada buat sembahyang tu sama dgn yg lain2 xda mimpi2 pun tu yg jadi lagi bingung. so my question utk kekawan lelaki ok ke kalau dpt gf yg x lawa nie. coz 4 me kekadang tu rasa ok kekadang rasa x ok.
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Helloo!! cantik itu very subjektif tau!


Yang meng-annoy-kan aku adalah orang2 yang obsess dengan mende ni. Bagi aku la, as long as kita dan org sekeliling masih boleh tolerate dengan identity kita sendiri… tak perlulah nak make too much effort to be someone else…

The key to happiness starts with being happy with who you are

Pasal fizikal ni… jgn la nak komplen2 sgt… (bersyukurlah dan always be POSITIVE)

Pasal yang nak cari2 calon ni… jgn la letak kriteria2 yang terlampau fizikal… sbb fizikal ni, satu ari nanti akan deteriorate jugak. Kalu leh, utamakan iman dan akhlak org tu, cantiknya orang tu biarlah dari hati dia.

aku lebih suka kalau orang tu gembira dengan diri dia tanpa terlalu bangga-riak dengan keistimewaan diri dia atau obsess

Cicak yang Durjana

Semalam Emme ajak melepak di persisiran laut Queensbay Mall. Bes la makcik ni, sebab hobi dia makan, dan hobi aku pula makan bila diajak makan. Petang tu mmg indah la, cewah… bukannye wat apa pun, makan kuih2 dan ayaq kat batu-bata tepi laut queensbay tu jer, bersama rakan-rakan lain – nando, kak ilah, rash, dan adikku. Semakin lewat, smakin banyak angin-bayu senja lah tu kot.

Hmm sebenarnya aku pun tatau apa yang aku nak tuleh… haha…

but.. sbnarnya melepak tanpa tujuan selepas sehari bekerja ni mmg bes… sbb merilekskan diri serba sedikit lah. So kami pun bersembang, merepek,ketawa2 dan menyakat sesame sendiri. Bila dah konpem senja… berlari-lari anaklah kitorang ke queensbay mall itu dan menjalankan rukun islam yang kedua. Selepas puas melepak dan memenangi tmpt pertama di racing circuit Daytona, pergilah kami untuk makan malam di gold coast (bayan bay).

Bertapa di pondok feveret, dan waaaa angin pantai dia sunggoh lah bes. Ramai pulak malam itu, rupa2nya budak2 matrik kmpp… waaa ini sudah kira junior cycle ke berapa ntah :) sebelum pulang smpt lah kami interview bdak2 yang melepak bermain pasir pantai berdekatan pondok kami itu. Kelab bowling kata mereka… waduh2 , kmpp sudah ada kelab boling gituh, wuuu… gitu skali.

Setelah di drop kan di skul, daku bawak kete… dan bersama kak ilah dan adikku menuju ke tekun. Rancak aku bersembang dengan kak ilah, tidak ku sedar adikku menyebut “macam bee movie” berkali-kali…

Tiba-tiba aku terlihat cicak durjana muncul di hadapan bonet depan kereta ku, membuatkan aku terjerit kegilaan… kerana aku sememangnya menci dan takut dan menyampah dengan cicak – cicak sedunia.

Mereka berdua pun sudah ke-gabra-an kerana aku masih menjerit2 tanpa memberikan konsentrasi penuh pada pemanduan aku. Mencii!!!! Aku geliiii…. Menulis di sini… mengingat kembali juga buat aku menjadi geli geleman semula… berani itu cicak! Boleh dia memandang muka aku apabila dia sampai ke cermin depan itu.. berani sungguh ya! Akhirnya kerana kekeliruan yang melampau, cicak itu kamikaze lalu melompat dari bonet depan kete tersebut. Namun aku terus juga pull over dan turun untuk memastikan cicak itu betul-betul sudah kamikaze… syukurlah dia dah takdok…. Huuu.. mengggeletar aku dan hamper mau menangis aku di situ…

Sampai ati ko cicak.. hari ku yang indah diakhiri nightmare yang terbawa-bawa sampai ke mimpi selepas ku pulang untuk tidur… tidakk!!! Jgn ganggu idop ku lagi, cicak… !!!!

mesej ini disampaikan khas kepada cicak-cicak sedunia...

~ sekian terima kasih ~

Kisah Bilik A.H.U

In this unpredictable world we are living today, we can barely trust anyone; can we trust those who are not listed in our list of ‘people I know’? Everyone seems suspicious these days. So who should or should not we help??

2 recent incidents made me write this.

1. I was driving, a woman waiting to cross the junction on a wheelchair. She seemed quite unnoticeable if you choose to ignore/if you speed, but luckily I saw her and stopped the car. It’s a t-junction. A motorbike from the other side stopped and started to become a jump-in traffic police by stopping cars from the other 2 sides of the road. The woman crossed the road, and the motorbike made a U-turn just to ensure the woman get to the other side safely. He pulled a thumbs-up to me and a very happy smile. From my interpretation, he was satisfied he could help!
2. Late night.. we stopped for supper after picking Kak Farah from the airport. After makan, we went inside the car, and since Kak Ilah’s car has an automatic lock, it was locked right away. Suddenly a man, maybe in his 40s knocked on the window. He gave signal asking us to pull down the window, wanted to ask something I guess. We were only few yards away from the mamak restaurant, but anything can happen. So kak farah and I asked kak ilah to just ignore him and start driving. He could have asked someone from the restaurant if he really needed help, not 3 young girls in a car in the middle of the night! No way we are falling for that!

Ok these 2 incidents we can clearly tell the do’s and don’ts. I think in a situation where it is obviously safe for us to help someone… why not just lend a hand. But do be cautious, at times things happen when we most unexpected it to happen.

= the Dos =
The most unbearable scene is in the buses, or LRTs. I used to take public buses a lot last time. Trillions of times, I came across situation where I was seated faraway, somewhere back or tersorot in an overly crowded bus. Then came in someone who needs a seat more than the “more capable of standing” people do. At times it was very annoying to watch… and I’d be feeling very guilty of sitting at the very far end.

You know, there was even once, when I stood up to give a place to elderly who was at the front, trying to get the person’s attention. But before I knew it, someone was already sitting on my seat. Waaa seriusss geram.

There was another time, in the similar situation; I gave my seat to a very old nyonya as no one nearer to her offered her a seat. Later she asked me to sit beside her after the seat next toher was emptied. We had a brief chat, she pointed out the qualities the youngsters have today, many of them are rude and insensible, she said.

Another incident that I can still remember until today. It was during the 2005 convocation, my friends and I were just lepaking as it was Friday, and most of our friends who graduated went for friday prayers. The pesta site was still crowded. There was a Chinese family of 3 - very elderly parents, the father need to be supported, and the mom quite fragile. The daughter has a bandaged leg and using an orthopedic walking aid. The daughter and the mother were holding the father’s arms to support his steps.

They were heading to the toilet, and there were so many people around, some sitting/waiting at the area, and everyone just watched! I watched too… and told my friend… that was a very heartrending situation. “I feel like helping him, should I go? No one is helping him” and she said “are u sure, he’s a man…or maybe someone will help him later, don’t worry”, she was hoping someone would help first as we were quite a distance away from the scene (which would be our normal reaction, right? Thinking other people might step in).

So we waited… but nope, no one. So I approached them and offered help. They were surprised but just replied with a big smile and sincere thanks. I think I helped him move 5-6 steps when some of the audiences finally realized the situation. Just before I nearly enter the men’s toilet, some other men came to help out. After that I left with a satisfaction for I don’t have to feel guilty for just looking but doing nothing about it. Actually it was rather disappointing that no one actually came to help first.


Ok…. Now… examples of when u shouldn’t be so helpful?



= the Don’ts =

Shimah, Azah and I were walking from our rented house to the campus; we were stopped by a man who was around 45-55 years old. Cut the story short, he came up with the story that his motorbike broke down and needed to get to hospital to visit his admitted daughter. He wanted to “borrow” rm 10 or 20 , can’t remember…

He was very good at convincing but there was some loop holes in his story, so Shimah and I keep on questioning him… u know… just to verify his stories. When we offered suggestions that he could actually use… he came up with reasons… until finally his stories didn’t make sense anymore… the plot keep changing to fit our queries. We tried not to be rude, as we were afraid of what he was capable of doing.

So we “politely” excused ourselves and apologized for not being able to help. Then he said to us “its ok… just do not mention this to anyone” his tone changed and he seemed anxious too. So we apa lagi… cepat2 cabut!

And guess what, nearly one year after that, that incident happened again... the same guy. Luckily shimah was there with mas and remembered him… and apa lagi.. cabut awal2 laaa…



Another story… from my friend actually… lets call her Miss An (for anonymity). Miss An and her friend was shopping in BJ complex, and they were passing by the lift and the AHU room area, when they suddenly heard some noise from the room. Someone was pushing/knocking on the door vigorously from inside… and the room was locked from the outside.

Both of them panicked, someone was locked in and they wanted to help out. So they tried calling the person to get some response, they used bahasa and also English, in case the person couldn’t understand them. When the person didn’t respond, they imagined all the worst things that could have happened. Was the person tied? Dumb-folded? Both of them were worried sick. Miss An was ready to call the Rakan Cop at that moment, but then they decided to look for the security guards around there that might be of help.

So they went down the lift to the next floor down. And to their horror…. There was another person trapped in this AHU room as well… oh noooo….. what was happening around there??? then… of cos… later, they realized it must be the room! Miss An called someone who could clarify this (from Archi background), and yes… AHU rooms do “run out of control” once a while because of the pressure kept inside the room. Ok… so much for trying to be super helpful! Hihihihihii…. But at least… now they are aware of how AHU operates! and also now you know, so beware of AHU rooms aar people :P :P


So... when to help and when not to????

i think we should ask ourselves... and look at how we response to things happening around us... everyone has different level of sensors... some insensitive, some extra sensitive (cam kes AHU tue kuikuikui..)

So u decide on your own level laah... hahaaa.... but always remember... what goes around comes around... so takleh la ignorance dengan keadaan/org sekeliling kita.. at times... we might be the one who need help from people who have no idea whether or not to trust us.... jeng jeng jeng.....


AHU - means "air handling unit" a big air cooling machine which supplies cooled air to the room via air ducts and supply air grilles and air diffusers.


~ ciao cincau ;)

B.L.O.G

Ppl have different reasons to blog. With or without clear motives, this blogging thingy has become a chic... more and more people blog or merely blog-hop. I’ve read an article in The Star few weeks ago by one of their senior journalists. She was criticizing on the blogging trend, some that I can remember are as follows:

• Everyone wants to be a writer
• The extent of personal life being revealed. Most alarming is those by the teenagers
• Trying to seek attention

Hmmm can’t remember di… but the issue caught my interest. Well I am among the people who blog, ain’t i?

By the way, if you are a blogger, why are you taking all the trouble to register, log in, customize ur blog kasik bunga sana bunga sini, keep on posting, cracking ur mind to post something… Why take all this trouble lah? Well… after some surveys and so-called experience in this bloggy world, maybe this list may help you to identify your initial reason why you wanted to blog… (in any language) Adakah anda:

1. Love to write and secretly think that you have some hidden talent in writing
2. You think your writing sucks big time, and thought blogging may help you to improve
3. You think your life is great that you want everyone to know… or nicer way of putting it… you thought by sharing your great life stories, you’re doing ur readers some kind of favor
4. You need to be a public figure, don’t you?
5. You want people to feel what you feel, you want to share your secrets or problems, and show them that… It’s not easy to be me!
6. You blog… write something, post it, and read it over and over again until you have an idea of what to write on your next blog post
7. You want some second opinion… be it on your style of writing or the contents of your blog or on some issues that mocked your head…
8. You are such a divine; you write things that can help people to have a better life
9. You are so damn bored… and tadaaa…. Ur blogging dearest saves you yet again from dying out of boredom
10. You want to impress people or certain someone with your thoughts and writings… so that people can see how matured/knowledgeable you are.
11. You want to feel good about yourself. The blog post sounds good --> good enough = Life’s good! (Human arithmetic!)
12. You hold on to the motto that brags as “Aku nak blog ka tak blog kaa, suka ati aku laa”
    
    

Aiyooyoo.... what kind of list I came up with nie? Most of them are negative, sarcastic huh? Kwang3x… I am brainwashed by the Star journalist it seems. Of course she must have carried out some research before coming out with the article; as a result, most of her points were quite undeniable.

At times when I get super duppa busy bored, I blog-hop too… and ya lor… some of these blogs are way too scary. Nampaknya, ramai sunggoh mahu menjadi cool dan ya-ah-auw(seperti kata Toophat) gitu… waduh2…

Your blog represents your identity… your personality… and the way you write it, and what you write in it will determine how much details you are giving out about your self.
Some people think, blogging is like having an open diary, so it’s a violation... because diaries are meant to be kept personal and as a secret. But you see, blogs don’t have to be diaries… they can serve as journals as well.

Anyway, which category I’ll put my self in, huh?
It’s likely to be 9 and 12… and who knows… maybe my secret agenda is number 4… That’s gonna be a pick from my unconscious mind, because I’m such an attention-seeker maa…

A Tale to tell

Scenario 1:
You see… those days were difficult. There are 8 of us and as a teacher and the sole distributor; my father had to really restraint our financial. We were only given 10 cents the most or at times we bring food from home to school. I remember cycling to school.

Scenario 2:
This area was remote those days. You know this Taman Selamat… I used to follow my grandma to bring the cows to graze grass at that area. I used to walk from my house at the other end to this area to wait for the bus here. Must be extra early, if I miss the bus, I had to wait for another one hour, and of course I’ll be late to school.

The 3 of us were in different era when we were in our teenage years. The 70’s, 80’s and 90’s respectively. Christina and I were car-pooling with Dr.Ooi and we came up with this topic.

The first scenario took place in the early 70’s, she’s a doctor, but from her story, it did not happen with a finger snap. She went through hardships and knew how it feels to strive hard with limited resources.

Second scenario was in the early 80’s. She’s now a lawyer who came from a humble background.
Myself… from the late 90’s… still climbing in the career world… and yes I came from a very humble background too.

After having that conversation, memory of my mom telling us stories of difficult times that she had to endure and somehow managed to survive through, came back to me. I loved her stories… no matter whether they were sad or happy stories, I really loved listening to her tales.
Nowadays, our conversation is more haha.. gossip-alike… But going back to her stories back then, I think I grew up with her stories… as I can clearly remember most of them. When I was young, I promised myself that I would remember all her stories so that I can pass it to my kids in future; I wanted to be her extra memory disk ;)

Both my parents wish the same for us – they want us to be better-off from them. Knowing how much my mom loved education but couldn’t get a proper one, I would feel bad about it. I know she wants us to achieve her unfulfilled dreams…. until now… my parents constantly encourage us to achieve whatever we could /want since opportunities are just beyond grab these days.
I have my own share of tales to be passed on to the next generation. Born in the early 80’s, the 'conversion' era; when our country starts to bloom in terms of development and the time when middle-class group start to materialize.

I can be very passionate when I tell my friends about my childhood. We were not rich, but very happy. Despite the hardships we were in, my parents manage to pull through and things got better for us as my sisters and I reached our teenage years.

At this age, after going through different phases of life… when I look back, I’m able to put a smile. A smile… remembering those times…

I miss our humble-shack. Come to think of it, I can never stop if I start listing all my memories, be it the wonderful ones or the hardships. I find it interesting to have tales to be told.
It is the same like the grandmas or grandpas stories that we listened with awe, and become even more compelling when we were told about how different things were… turning into a motivation when they start to tell us how they manage to survive the difficult times.

Everyone has a tale to tell….

Everyone leaves footprints along their journey in life. But the question is… do you track back your prints or you prefer to just rub it off?

It doesn’t matter if you are born in destitution or in affluence… You do have a Tale… In years to come… what we have today may seem to be obsolete for the new generations.
But talking about hardship? And hmm… Talking about art of survival… Will these people still have a Tale to tell? Will they be passionate about it? I don’t know… maybe when we reach the appropriate age… we will start to be passionate :P and start to go on with lines like “You know those days…..”

So … what Tales do you have in mind to be passed on to your kids (besides the story of how mommy meets daddy, of course) :P


Additional Notes:
I've recently read a good fiction on family tales. It is a wonderful book n one of the best reads i've had so far. Rice Mother by Rani Manicka. there's many thing i can relate to when i read that book... maybe that's why i enjoy the read... i passed it to one of my frens... she can't relate to the story that much... but she enjoyed reading it too ;)