Salam Aidilfitri semua...

Dunno why... still can't get the Raya feel yet... hmmm... aneh

don't like Raya songs coz they are all very melancholic..., so have not been listening to any of them... but now, am flying back home this evening, but I still can't get the Raya feel... just glad to be on 2.5 week holiday, that's all

.... ntahlah... anyhow, look forward to the family gathering...

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri semuaaa....!!

Maaf Zahir Batin...

Nasi lemak Burj Dubai... memang tak leh celeeennnn...!!!

sambal udang

sambal sotong


ayam panggang

nasi lemak dgn kacang pelbagai jenis, ikan goreng salmon, potato chip perasa cili, timun dan nasi lemak

nasi lemak dgn sambal sotong dan sambal udang...


pergghhh.....!!! memang sedap ya amat tak leh celen satu kampung Burj Dubai lah...!!! sumpah tak tipu never bohong oneeee....!!! :)

Pengalaman bertemu Pochong...

Sempena tengah free ya amat kat opis nih, aper lagi, blog surfing ler... and have been following the blog of this guy "Catatan Seorang Askar"... kengkadang, entrynyer memang funny giler...!!

read this one below, lepas baca, aku ketawa punyalah kuat, bebudak semua satu opis tengok aku semacam jer... aper ker halnya si Johan nih...? dah posa kurang pahala... haha... read on..

hope that si brader askar nih tak marah ler gua re-post dia punya entry kat blog gua nih... just too good that I have to share it with everybody..!! haha





Malam itu memang betul-betul gelap. bulan entah ke mana menghilang. langit hitam. pekat. Jasni dan rakan-rakan kadet duduk rapat-rapat. kerjasama bak kata jurulatih. tapi budak-budak kadet lebih kepada tak selesa.



seorang demi seorang budak-budak kadet dilepaskan ke dalam hutan. dalam kepekatan malam, hanya tali yang disambung dari pokok ke pokok menjadi panduan. malam itu ada permainan burung hantu. tapi bukan permainan burung hantu macam yang Jasni pernah main semasa dia dalam pasukan pengakap di sebuah sekolah di Lembah Keramat.



Jasni orang yang kelima dilepaskan. sepanjang perjalanan, mata Jasni memang cukup berwaspada. sekejap pandang ke kiri, sekejap ke kanan. kadang-kadang ada juga Jasni tengok ke atas pokok. takut-takut ada jurulatih yang menyamar jadi pocong tunggu atas pokok. sekurang-kurangnya, kalau disergah pun, takde lah Jasni menjerit macam budak perempuan. takdelah dia menjerit tak tentu pasal dalam hutan. malu juga kalau kawan-kawan dia tahu yang dia takut hantu. budak Lembah Keramat mana boleh takut hantu. hantu yang takut dengan diorang. budak Lembah Keramat berani memang lain macam. sebelum Lando pergi buat cerita Entiti (cerita yang rakam kewujudan entiti-entiti misteri tu), Jasni dan rakan-rakan sekolahnya dah lama buat kerja tu semua. cuma kawan-kawan Jasni tak bawa perakam video je. kalau tak, memang tak boleh cari makan Lando.



walaupun di tangan tiada jam, Jasni rasa macam dah dekat sejam dia berjalan. letih. badan pun berpeluh lain macam. peluh malam memang lain macam dia punya letih. Jasni waswas. jalan dah lama, jalan keluar tak jumpa-jumpa lagi. ada juga terlintas di fikiran Jasni mungkin dia disorok bunian. tapi ayah Jasni pernah cakap, orang bunian ni sorok orang yang badan bersih, takde parut sahaja. tapi badan Jasni macam-macam jenis parut ada. dari parut panjang di betis akibat terkena baldi pecah sehinggalah parut kecil akibat terkena tetakan pisau semasa cuba menolong ayahnya memotong dahan-dahan kayu. tak mungkin dia disorok bunian. Jasni mengambil keputusan untuk menyorok di sebatang pokok. tunggu kawan. Jasni nak berjalan berdua. selesa sikit. kalau sesat berdua dalam kampung bunian pun, sekurang-kurangnya ada juga rakan berborak.



lama Jasni menunggu di balik-balik rimbunan semak. bayang kawan tak juga timbul-timbul. Jasni mula gelisah. budak-budak kadet memang cepat gelisah. tak sempat fikiran Jasni melayang ke kampung bunian buat kali kedua, terdengar bunyi dedaunan dan ranting di pijak orang. Jasni cepat-cepat mengambil posisi. bahaya. buatnya yang datang tu jurulatih, silap-silap makan penampar juga Jasni sebab menyorok.



Jasni menarik nafas lega. senyuman terukir pada bibirnya. lega. nasib baik yang datang tu Khalis. ada juga teman. takdelah takut sangat. Jasni cuba memanggil Khalis dari sebalik rimbunan semak,



“psssttt...Khalis...”, Jasni memanggil dalam suara separuh berbisik.



mata Khalis membulat. cepat-cepat dia memandang keliling untuk melihat siapa yang memanggil.



“psssstttt...Khalis...aku kat sini”, Jasni bersuara dalam separuh berbisik.



“Minta maaf Tok! cucu tumpang lalu!”, Khalis tiba-tiba menjerit.



Jasni gelak bagai nak gila.

dari diari Jasni™

kah kah kah...!!!! terguling2 ketawa...!!

7 more days...

Rock chocolates

Spiced Cashew nuts, Salted cashew nuts, Salted Pistachios...

7 more days...!! can't wait...!!

A Ramadan Love Story

A Ramadan Love Story
by Zaidel B or Sinatra_Z
(an electronics engineer and he blogs at Catatan Seekor Lipas).
(gua cilok from Malaysian Insider... nice story... hehe...)

SEPT 9 — Yes... even cockroaches like me have a love story. It’s not dramatic, it does not involve many people nor did anyone else get hurt. It’s not worth to be made into a drama, but nonetheless, it is just as sweet, beautiful and melancholic as any love story out there.

I rarely write about things like this.

Her name was Nurul and I was 11.

I studied at Sekolah Kebangsaan Taman Permata and Nurul was my first crush or one could say love. Well an 11-year-old definition of love, of course. She was my classmate...

Nurul was this athletic student who was also a prefect. She wore the tudung in class but when she did sports she would tie her hair back into a ponytail. She had this nice tanned skin and beautiful black straight long hair. She was my definition of a Gadis Melayu............... back then. As the Malay saying goes, “Hidung mancung bak seludang, rambut hitam ikal mayang kulit halus hitam manis.”

On the other hand I was this chubby curly haired kid who was also the smartest boy in the class. I was not athletic, and known as the bookworm and clown of the class. I was very knowledgeable in science and very good at math.

So there I was trying to join any clubs or activities she was in even when I knew I was not suited for it. I tried to play hockey and football to impress her and failed miserably. I was more of a Tug and War person if you know what I mean. She joined Pengakap (Scouts) I joined Pengakap when I was better off in PBSM (Red Cross).

Every night I listened to oldies on Radio 4 and recorded them in a bunch of mix cassettes. Elvis Presley, Roy Orbison, P Ramlee, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Dean Martin, Louis Armstrong you name it. They were the ones that soothed my aching heart. In fact I already knew the song “Mr. Lonely” by Bobby Vinton long before Akon.

When I was in Standard Six I was promoted to a better class. So my chances of bumping into her were less than before, plus it was UPSR hence we were quite busy. One notable thing did happen though. One day I dropped my pencil box as we were entering the library on the second floor. I rushed down to get it and there she was picking up every single stationery and neatly place them back in. Then she smiled, looked at me and I heard the sweetest voice...

“Awak punya ke?”

“Haah...”

I took it and went away, never looking back, didn’t even say thank you. You know how boys are, always wanting to look macho and all that crap.

Time went by and I never had the courage to confess anything to her. UPSR was done and I heard that she was enrolling in the Lembah Keramat secondary school. I got into Melawati. So I knew I would probably never see her again. I tried to see her and tell her about things on the last few weeks of school but I just couldn’t find the words.

Then before I knew it school was over and Ramadan arrived. I like all my friends at the time would visit our small surau (mosque) in Taman Permata to meet and play around; we would skip the Tarawikh prayers and come back for moreh (supper). That was when I saw her going in for the Tarawikh prayers with her mother.

So one night, one of the nights of tujuh likur. I decided not to join the boys. I prayed. I have never before prayed as hard as I did that night (well I was 12). In my Doa, I asked God for many things, to forgive my sins, protect my family and at the last line I prayed that I would be given the chance to at least, at least see her one more time, even if it’s the last, I just wanted to have the chance to see her before it was all over.

After the prayers I headed home.

And like a miracle there she was at the entrance as she too was heading home. The other kids had gone off somewhere and the adults decided to stay. There were just the two of us. We both walked in that breezy beautiful tropical night no less than a meter apart yet not a word were spoken. It was as if everything stopped moving except the two of us, I didn’t know if the stars were shining or the moon was as beautiful as even but I did know that the wind was whispering in my ear coercing me to say something...... Anything…..

“Mana mak awak?”

She replied... “Dia sambung sampai 20 rakaat.”

“Saya dengar awak pergi kat Lembah Keramat, betul ke?”

“Haah, awak sekolah kat mana nanti?”

“Melawati.”

“Oh okay.”

Then came a junction… one was to her home and the other was mine. Then she looked at me and said..

“Ok Zaidel, kita balik dulu ye. Bila-bila nanti kita jumpa lagi ye. Bye....”

“Bye-Bye.”

Selamat Tinggal…..

So that was how my love ended.

It had no climax, no plot, no twist, no background music, no romantic line neither any dramatic scene.

All it had was me ..... her...... and a beautiful tropical night. I learned what heartbreak was at a very young age.

P/S -

Indeed, I never saw her after that. I wonder what happened to her. By now she is probably happily married with two kids. Selamat Berpuasa.

9 more days...

baju2 utk si kemetot2 yang ada kat rumah my parents

kain2 utk Pakcik, makcik, sedara mara...

dried figues & apricot

Pashminas for ladies

Serban utk the guys...

Sembilan hari lagi, maka babai UAE...!! gua nak balik kampung...!!!

• buah tangan utk raya, for mak, bapak, makcik, pakcik, sedara mara - check
• buah tangan dried apricot and figues (buah tin) - check
• all sorts of almonds, cashew nuts, pistachios, rock chocs utk hidangan raya - akan dibeli this wknd
• daging wunta 5kg utk buat rendang makan dgn lemang - akan dibeli this wknd

so, apa yang istimewa kat rumah my parents raya nih (a part from me, of course... hehe...), there will be rendang unta utk makan dgn lemang..., and rock chocs for the kids.... (errr... my sis would be bringing back some kek lapis sarawak from Kuching also, I think...)... dunno what the other siblings would be bringing home... well, Melayu will always be Melayu... kita takkan puas ati kalo sedara mara dtg rumah tapi tak makan apa yang dihidang... but kalo nak depa makan, kenalah hidang something spesial, lain dari yang lain... kalo hidang benda yang sama jer dgn rumah yg lain, tentuler org yang ziarah pun malas nak makan, ada betoi ka...? :) so, tahun nih, rock chocs for the kids, and rendang unta (tak banyak, 5kg jer.... saper cepat, dia dapat...)... that'll be my contribution...

3rd day of raya, there will be a family gathering kat Kampung Padang Asam, Kuala Kangso (mom side, anak cucu cicit Mat Nor, my granddad)... So, kalo semua datang, there will be 11 Pakcik Makcik (plus my mom, so 12), their spouse (tambah 12 lagi), their kids (average 4 by family), their menantu, grandkids, their great grandkids (my mom ler dah ada cicit)... so kalo semua dtg... dekat 100 orang tu (kira kasar)... but may be cuma 65% jer yang dtg, so dlm 65 orang... kebanyakannya bebudak kemetot yang akan berlari ke sana ke mari main sorok2 dgn sepupu, dua pupu deme... pegi mandi sungai, carik siput sedut kat sungai, makan2, main bola... perghhh...!!! sure havoc punyalah rumah Tok tuh...!! Kalo Tok masih ada, tentu kembang kempis idung dia tengok punyalah banyak kereta parking depan rumah tuh... Yang dewasa2 nih pulak, tentu seronok sembang2 bertanya khabar sambil "menganyam ketupat" (mengumpat ler tuh... hehe...).

last time, we had ikan bakar... hmmm, yummy...! seronok sedara mara bersembang2 sambil memasak... but, this time around, dengar khabarnya, buat "potluck" concept... so relaks ler sket gamaknya... last time ada buat majlis tahlil sekali, but this year, dunno what is the agenda... I'll just go and discover...

masa tengah pertengahan idup nih lerr banyak bebeno belanja duit rayanya... yang kecik kemetot kena bagi, yang pakcik makcik pun kena bagi gak...!! opah atuh sedara lagi...?!! perghhh...!! boley botak wo ini kepala...

well, what I look forward this raya :

• family, berkumpul satu keluarga dan extended keluarga
• visiting relatives kat kampung... especially Pakcik Makcik and Atuk Opah sedara yang ada...
• food..., food..., food....!!!
• food...., food..., food again....!! hehe

hmmm... 9 more days... 9 more days sebelum melompat lompat sakan hepi2 naik flight balik kampung...!! yeah...!! this wknd, do last shopping (the nuts & daging unta), then start packing the bags..! (errrr... rasa2 macam dah over 20kg dah...)

Sunat... Singapore production... Funny...:)

Am so sad.....!!

Di mana hilangnya sopan santun melayu...?

Al Ain night zoo

Al Ain Zoo is the biggest and oldest zoo in the country.... baru2 nih, sempena bulan posa, they have launched the "night zoo".... maka kita orang pun pi lah jengok2.... :)

Johan, Thiru, Zoe

Thiru, Zoe.... Peace...!! :)

Imran, beli tiket

Bambi... hehe...

Cepelai kaaa...? bukanlah... Merkaat...!! hmmm... same, same for me...:)

Burung unta...

Rusa

Serigala...

Zebra... :)

Conclusion.... if you have visited Singapore Nite Safari, Al Ain night Zoo is no where near... not worth visiting, if not only for an outing with frenz.... :)

Bazaar Ramadan di Dubai

Semalam gi Malaysia Ramadan Bazaar , Dubai.... seperti biasa... happening...! And again, like last week, number of vendors tak banyak, tapi yang dtg berkuyun2... camna like that...? It seems that a lot of people are away for summer holiday... aik, towkay2 bazaar ramadan tahun lepas dah untung banyak sgt sampai dpt beli tiket balik cuti kat Mesia ker...? hehe...

anyhow, here are the photos... kita layaaaannnn...!!!

sampai2 dah ramai orang... mee mamak dah abis (depa kata next time kalo nak mee mamak, sila buat booking.... huaaaa,... like that one huh...?)

kau...!!! siao bawak periuk jer teghuih ke Pasar Ramadan... kaut darik dalam periuk jer...

lauk2 yang dijual... I think this is the best stall... lauk2 memang kow2 abis punya...!! and again, sotong masak pedas (sambal sotong...?) dah abis... errr Pasar Ramadan nih kata bukak jam 4ptg... Jam 4h30ptg lauk dah abis...??? kejam sungguh sesapa yang borong abis tuh....! melepas gua this week... tak pa, kita beli sambal udang.... Errr... where the hell did you all get the petai huh...? Ini rahsia satu Dubai kena tahu nih...!!! takkan import specially from Mesia kuutttt...?

eh, eh...!!! MAS dah tukat vocation ker...? MAS jual tapai pulak sekarang...? Kelassss...!!! ini stall MAS, pekerja2 depa juai tapai sambil promote MAS & Malaysia holidays... OKlah... hepi2 menambahkan keriangan Bazaar Ramadan...

Gerai Cik Puteri & the gang (yang mee mamaknya dah abis tuh....). Makanan2 yang dijual adalah home cooked, bukan industrial cooking utk buat juai2... so demmi menjaga quality, quantity yang dimasak memang tak banyak laaa... buat booking kome utk next week...:)

lepat pisang, home made doughnut, murtabak... dan macam2 lagi

ish, ish, ish amoi amoi nihhhhh....!! enter frame sentiasa... auntie2 juai kari ayam (bukan depa masak pun, outsourcing concept... haha...), dan minuman2 berkhasiat... teh krisantenum, leng chee kang... dsb... Amoi Chan (left) baru balik ke Dubai dari kampung... Ipoh mali tuhhh...!! organg kampung beb... MalaysianUAE committee member... sebelah kanan tuh, as usual auntie Zoe.... (org Muo..., Johor)... ex-committee member MalaysianUAE.... bertambah2 sihat makcik Zoe nih....

all Malaysians came to support the event.... this time around, for the first time, I saw an Emirati lady dtg membeli makanan (dgn boyfren Malaysia dia ker...? atau husband...? nampak macam boyfren jerr... hehe...). Mat Saleh yg tersangkut paut dgn Malaysia, usah ceghita ler,.. memang selalu nampak depa dtg jugak.... kena buat promosi menambahkan penjual lerrr...

overview of the Bazaar Ramadan... another successful event by MalaysianUAE... congrats...!! well, one of those things yang korang buat betul... instead of merapu tak tentu pasal kat Yahoo group tuh... yang itu, memang ku tak suka dan dah tak join...!! hehe... anti sosial...? eh tak ada lah...!!! haha...

hasil2 rompakan... bingka ubi kayu (kdeai Puteri...)... memang sedap...!! home made maaa...

cucur badak... power sedap, but last week punya was better, this week, somehow kembik sket cucur badak nih.... tu la, gua cakap sama lu orang, ini semua home made, bukan industrial cooking, so kengkadang, measurement kurang kena... dah kurang enak...

popiah goreng, cucur badah, tapai MAS, sambal udang berpetai... bingka ubi kayu, home made doughnut

A whale or a Mermaid...?

Recently, in a large French city, a poster featuring a young, thin and tanned woman appeared in the window of a gym.

It said: "THIS SUMMER DO YOU WANT TO BE A MERMAID OR A WHALE?"

A middle aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To Whom It May Concern:

Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans). They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins, stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Barren Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia. Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.

Mermaids don't exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human? They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them, not to mention how could they have sex? Therefore they don't have kids either. Not to mention who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?

The choice is perfectly clear to me; I want to be a whale.

kuang kuang kuang...!!

L'Histoire des 3 Femmes...

Trois femmes - une fiancée, une maitresse, une mariée - sont en train de parler de leur relation avec leur homme.

Elles décident de faire quelque chose pour exciter leur homme et de se rencontrer quelques jours plus tard pour en reparler et se raconter comment cela s'est passé. Elles s'engagent à attendre leur homme le soir même, vêtue d'un corset genre SM, hauts talons, bas résille et masque noirs.

Quelques jours plus tard elles se retrouvent et racontent.



La fiancée :
L'autre soir, quand mon fiancé est arrivé à la maison, il m'a trouvée vêtue avec le body de cuir, les hauts talons, le masque Il m'a regardé avec de grands yeux, m'a dit que je suis la femme de ses rêves, qu'il m'aime et nous avons fait l'amour toute la nuit.



La maitresse :
Moi aussi j'ai reçu mon amant vêtue de la même façon. Quand il est entré chez moi, il m'a regardée, n'a rien dit, mais nous avons eu une nuit très chaude !



La femme mariée :
L'autre soir, j'ai envoyé les enfants loger chez ma mère puis je me suis habillée aussi en cuir noir : body, hauts talons, masque...
Mon mari est rentré du travail, a ouvert la porte et m'a dit :
"Salut Batman, qu'est ce qu'on mange ?"


kuang... kuang... kuang....!!! hahaha...!

The Last of Their Kind...

7days UAE
Tuesday 1 Sep, 2009


In the language of the nomadic Penan there is no word for forest, it is simply their universe, and its destruction is snuffing out the ancient lifestyle of this tribe, who are among the world’s last hunter-gatherers.

Wielding spears and dressed in loincloths, one small band who emerged from the Borneo jungles to tell their tale, said that encroachment by timber and plantation firms has made their already hard life impossible.

They said they are ready to stop roaming and settle in villages, giving weight to fears that the 300-400 Penan thought to still be nomadic may all soon descend on local populations, or even that their way of life is already extinct.

“Our problem is that there is just not enough to eat, there are no wild boar to catch any more,” said Sagong, the headman of the group. “The companies logged all the teak already, and now they are going to clear the land for palm oil plantations.”

The young chief had brought 15 of his people to a blockade against the timber and plantation companies.

“If that happens, we lose everything, we cannot survive this,” he said. “Yes it is sad to leave this life of roaming. But what can we do? We have to strive for the best for ourselves. It is our fate to face this challenge.”

A lean and muscular man in his 30s, Sagong said their last hope was to join the anti-logging campaign that has escalated recently in Sarawak state, on Malaysia’s half of Borneo, an island shared with Indonesia.

“I came here to man the blockade and safeguard the land,” he said at one of the barriers built of logs and bamboo, among seven constructed in the region in recent months to force the timber trucks to a halt.

The Penan of Sarawak, who are estimated to number about 10,000, had mostly abandoned their nomadic ways and settled in villages by the 1970s under the influence of Christian missionaries.

Even the settled Penan still retain a deep connection to the jungle, foraging for rattan, medicinal plants, fruits, and sago palm - a starchy staple. Wild game are hunted with finely crafted blowpipes and poison darts.

The Penan have been opposing logging for decades, but the spectre of bulldozers coming in to clear-fell what is left of the jungles has proved too much to bear.

Jayl Langub, an anthropologist from the Universiti Malaysia Sarawak, said the nomadic Penan are being thrust into the modern world through contact with loggers, satellite TV, and the boarding schools where some send their children.

“It would be better if they made their own decision and settled at their own pace, but these changes are coming very rapidly and I think it just overwhelms them,” he said.

“However much they want to remain nomadic, the changes to the landscape mean it probably would not be possible for them to continue anyway... unless they live next to a national park, or unless areas are converted into reserves.”

On a sliver of hilltop not far from the blockade, Sagong’s tribe from the district of Ba Marong has constructed three sturdy open-sided huts, raised from the ground and built of saplings and bamboo lashed together with vines.

In a tropical downpour that drenched the canopy and turned the ground into mud, they sat serenely with their children - including a five-month-old baby - who, despite these most basic conditions were clean, dry and healthy.

As she played with a baby monkey that the family kept as a pet, Sagong’s daughter Nili smiled and shook her head when she was asked whether she liked this life in the rainforest. “I would like to go to school,” she said shyly.

Going Dutch...

kat opis, sebelum pegi iftar

Sempena bulan posa nih, adalah menjadik tradisi kompeni2 kat UAE nih (macam kat Mesia jugaklah), membawa pekerja2 mereka ke majlis iftar together2... at least sekali ler di dalam bulan Ramadan nih...

the whole gang, Tariq, Jessica, Philippe, yours truly, Momo, Dina, Jovitha, Radha... semua senyum paksa tuh... haha... muka value AED89...:)

Maka pekerja2 pun memang hepi2 ler... alaaa... sebab dpt makan sedap2 free... buffet buka posa... "melantak sampai muntah balik", something like that laaa... majoritinya, bukan posa pun... kat opis yang ada 8 orang nih, 3 org jer yang posa, yang lain tuh tak pun... Majlis nih dibuat ala2 macam nak merapatkan silaturrahim antara pekerja dan bos lah kononnya...

the Indian team

Petang kang we will have our Iftar dinner.... mengenangkan boss gua yang memang kedekut ya amat, gua pun menyeybok menjaga tepi kain org... gi tanya kat secretary... berepa sen cost of the buffet per person kat restoran yang nak pegi nih... di tengah2 kota Dubai, dimana buffet iftar dijaja merata2 dgn penuh kemewahan, dgn rege average about AED150 per person (kat restoran2 kat hotel2 4 atau 5 bintang), kita orang akan ke buffet iftar yg regenya hanya AED89...

sambut belated birthday Radha sekali

perghhh...!!!! kedekut ya amat boss gua nih... bak kata kawan cek kat Penang, hangat2 taik ayam sungguh aih...!!!

gua bukan apa, kesian kat depa2 lain kat opis nih... bebudak tuh gaji bukan tinggi mana, kat luar, semua orang bercerita yang kompeni depa belanja buka posa kat tempat2 yg happening... tapi kompeni nih...? hmmm...

Radha potong kek... dah 51 makcik nih....

The idea is simple, either you do it good, or you don't do it at all.... (especially bila tiba hai belanja orang makan nih...). Pantang mak datuk gua kalo orang dtg rumah tapi tak dijamu makan habis2an...

Nak buat camna...? don't wanna story long2 oso... sebab aku pun sebenarnya anti buffet2 buka posa nih...! banyak membazir.... tapi sebab belanja bebudak makan sekali sekala nih, biar buat betoi2...

ouh ya... do you know where the expression "to go dutch" comes from...? Dari orang Belanda lah...!! memang terkenal kedekut nak mampuih...!!

tak baik kan...? orang dah belanja pun nak ngungkit2 lagi... haha...!!

Apa sudah jadik...?

Hmmm... a few things happened to "Tanahair" this week... The group of 50 people yang dgn sombongnya berarak menuju Pejabat Menteri Besar sambil menyatakan ketidaksetujuan mereka mengenai pembinaan Kuil di kawasan perumahan mereka.... (no need to talk further about them, they are just plain stupid arseholes... sangat memalukan umat) Hari Kebangsaan "Tanahair" yang ke 52, and of course Embassy Malaysia di Jakarta yang di baling telur busuk sebab Malaysia dikatakan mencuri lagu Terang Bulan sebagai lagu Kebangsan Malaysia...

mula-mula sedey cikit... sebab baca hal 50 budak bodoh kat Shah Alam tuh,... sedey sebab ada gak lagi orang camni kat "Tanahair"... then sedey manyak cikit, mengenangkan apa yang berlaki lately kat "Tanahair" walaupun setelah 52 tahun merdeka... tapi last sekali ketawa terbahak2 membaca hal orang Indonesia yang membaling telur busuk ke Kedutaan Malaysia... alahai cik abang akak sedara mara serumpun nih pun... man man lai laaaa....!! Family, Brotherly or Sisterly feud nih lah yang selalunya menyerlahkan tabiat yang amat buruk seseorang... Terang Bulan, satay, rasa sayang, Melaka, Majapahit, Puteri Gunung Ledang, Parameswara, wayang kulit/golek, batik, bahasa are all the stuffs which we share together..... Kongsi ler bersama... Takkan tak reti kongsi... Mengalahkan anak2 buah aku bergaduh jer...!! buruk perangai... aku yang bongsu nih pun tak pernah buat perangai camni... (aku rasa ler... hehe...) berebut benda yang sememangnya boley dikongsi... hmmm....

a part from that, some news came out in UAE newspaper about Malaysia... among others "The Last of Their Kind" - cerita pasal orang Penan yang menghadapi keadaan hidup yang mencabar diakibatkan oleh kerja2 pembalakan di hutan rimba Sarawak.... It was a nice article, again menghibakan hati.... kecian depa, no...? apa nak buat, orang Sarawak pilih Taib Mahmud lagi sebagai Ketua Menteri... abis botaklah hutan rimba Sarawak dgn cepatnya...

a part from that... nothing much... hepi2... horey2...