Entry Menjawab Pitnah

Ada orang sudahhhh marahhhhh!!!!!!

Kenapa???

Sebab saya kononnya dah mempitnah Tengku Temenggung Kelantan...katanya, lainkali kalau nak tulis tu selidik dulu apa yang saya tulis. Kalau tak tahu, jangan memandai katanya.

Hek elehhhh kau....

Macam nilah Encik....saya cadangkan Encik bacalah post tu lagi sekali...dan bullet point kan kat saya ni part mana yang saya pitnah TTK tu. Saya paham..sebagai kawan (or balaci...) kita mustik lah men defend kawan kita (yesss..defendlah kawan kita...hingga menserbasalah kan perasaan kawan lain kann???)

Dah habis Encik baca...kalaulah dapat sebarang bukti yang menunjukkan saya mempitnah TTK, silalah extradite saya balik ke KL (ke Kelantan?)

Seingat sayalah...saya hanya cakap TTK muka cam psychopath. Cehh..salahkan ittew? Habis tu...dulu masa saya kecik-kecik, saya selalu cakap dengan mak saya yang Mohamad Rahmat tu muka macam tart nenas...saya boleh disaman sebagai mempitnah dia tart nenas ke?

Akhir kata...blah lah lu!!!

Entry...Pembacaan & Pemikiran Sensitip

Because I don't really know who Yasmin Ahmad was...I started googling her. I got access to plenty of her works and I must say that they are very good ones.

By Malaysian (media) standard of course, some attracted unnecessary controversy. Not that I understand why it was such a big fuss...laki bini mandi berkemban...pegang anjing etc etc. Laki and bini berkemban is such a usual sight kat rumah...as if lah kita tak pernah nampak. So what if that Imam pegang anjing...will that warrant him an entrance to hell? I doubt. Fauziah Latiff's sons getting all friendly with anjing pun ramainya yang mengomplen...agaknya orang would rather kita main sepak -sepak or langgar-langgar anjing kot? Sorry ye..in anjing issue, I really like to have a liberal opinion, so kalau kamu nak kecik hati (like one of the reader did before) itu antara kamu dengan kamu sendiri lah ye?

I was told that Yasmin Ahmad was a man...or maybe still a man at his/her time of death. To me, until si empunya diri ku mengaku, kita yang mendengar khabar ni can only wish that what we heard is true or not i some cases.She passed away now...so we can never hear from the horse's mouth.

Apparently now, a day after her funeral..the fact was confirmed by a reporter that she has been a man and during her time in the UK, her former self had a gender reassignment.

So I take it that all the rumours is true that she was who they said she was.I googled hard for that article and there was her former self picture and information from the former school friends.

That article sparks a petirrrr and angered her fans and close friends. Talk about wrong timing lah si reporter bodoh tu pun.But I think as a journalist, he/she know that they are not supposed to publish things that are untrue.

I think the pressure must have mounted that the paper have now apologised.

Maybe they should....not for the article though...but for the bad judgment of choosing the publishing time.

There's too many open secret in Malaysia...saya tidak gay, walaupun saya berjalan lenggang kangkung....sebab saya dah pernah kahwin dan ada anak dua (walaupun bila saya datang London, saya akan melepas rindu kat lover saya)

So if she was a man...kenapa pulak nak marah-marah? Salacious news lah..rumours lah..disrespectful to the family lah. How is it disrespectful? I am certain her openminded parents has accepted who she was.

Timing was bad. That I agree. But the news is true, what actually are we angry about?

Marina Mahathir apparently called out for a boycottt. Why? Because you don't like what you read? Or is it because you're ex PM daughter and well known blogger so whatever you say...goes?

I think it is about time that we take responsibility of what we read and what we write. If the publications about Anwar Ibrahim's private stuff is UMNO legalised...betul ke tidak wallahualam...maka, if a tribute to Yasmin and her past should have been allowed.

It is sad that she has died and defenceless...but the article is written nicely about her and herself pre Yasmin Ahmad.

I am sorry if you must disagree. Again...we all do read and understand things differently. Bersyukur lah kita yang Yasmin Ahmad tu tak jahat..tak makan duit rasuah and tak derhaka kat mak bapak dia...

p/s Kiah..bila lah kau nak hupdate?

Entry Terkejut Sekejap....Lalu Insaf

Ramai orang rajin tanya I...Makji, uolsss Paroi Jaya kekno? Cenderawasih ko, Kenari ko...Kedidi ko...dopan padang ko etc etc...

I tell you, if I reveal..kang kok oghang kona..yolah..TPJ tu kocik. My parents pulak glamour. I ni aje yang nak pi Underworld. As long as you all tahu parents saya sekarang bermestotin di TPJ cukup lah ye. Family saya ada privacy mereka sendiri.

But..terpikirkah uols yang I ni maybe memongak? Manalah tahu kot kot I ni..org Taman Datuk Wan ke, Taman Guru ke, Taman Rashidah Utama ke...Taman Pinggiran Golf ke...or maybe Kampung Bongek????

Or, adokah I ni..berasal dari Juasseh...yang kalau kau poei rumah eh, di boghi eh kau teh jalang? But I must say, orang Kuala Pilah kalau buek masak lomak...pokat santan eh..tak kedokut do!

Semalam...I accepted a friend request from someone yang I kenal masa I kecik-kecik dulu. Her family used to be our neighbour...and she went to the same Tadika and primary school with my eldest brother.Dalam borak punya borak...she said that her 70 yrs old mother remember me. Ye lah, masa I kecik2 I kan dok ngekor my brother gi main rumah dia. Bila dia dah bukak cerita mak dia tu, I pun tanya lah..mak you apa khabar bla..bla..bla..

She said..oh my mom okay...she's keeping busy now since pencen, and being a widow (laki dia dah mati) dia pun active lah buat tu buat ni...then she said, my mom did wonder where you (aku lah) are...since dah lama tak jumpa. My mom lost touch with your family..she even heard about your dad's (bapak ku) passing from her friend.

???????????????????????????????????????????????? My dad's passing? ?????????????????????????? (terkejut lagi)

Here I am thinking...did I miss anything? Berdetup gak hati...ye lah, ada apa-apa ke yang orang tak bagitahu I? I am aware that I hardly call home, so entah-entah....????? Dandan tu jugak I check my mobile phone....and email. Takde pun missed call or email from my family.

Masa ni jugaklah I teringat cakap my father yang kalau dia mati, dia nak suruh my sister hantar text message aje dengan I. Berdebub debab lah hati aku masa ni....

So I replied her message....my father ada lagi laaa....(then I realised that THING can happen) Insya allah....

Then she message me back..oh sorry..salah info. Did your father remarry?

I ter gulp lagi. Is she suggesting yang mak aku pulak yang dah takde?

So I jawab...my PARENTS are still at home. (of course, tak kan lah aku nak pi bukak cerita yang my parents had some marriage trouble, and I had a stepmom)

Terus we both stop messaging. And after that...I called my mom. Tapi Malaysia dah pukul 11malam, so call tak berjawab...and I called my sister instead. I asked her to kirim salam to my parents. Of course my sister yang puaka tu cakap...kau mimpi apa lak ni?

Iskk....kalau tak sindir boleh tak?????

Update

Al-Fatihah lah kepada family Yasmin Ahmad. At the risk of mengecikkan hati peminat-peminatnya yang sanggup bersusah payah datang SS19 yang was made famous by my late friend yang kena bunuh, bakar dalam longkang tu, I just cannot follow the fuss and the stress. Siapa suka dengar cerita orang mati...kan? When I return to KL, my sister dok promote-promote lah cerita Yasmin Ahmad. I think I have a couple, in DVD yang tidak haram tau, Kiah. I have been busy to watch...and when I did, I may have to re watch, since I pun tak berapa paham message nya (mana nya nak paham...sambil tengok DVD sambil masak meggi)

The last I saw (most probably one of her old ones) is with Alan Yun on it. Wahhh....terbukaklah bijik mata ku. But that jawa-looking man yang rasa macam dia Raja West End theatre (I am not against any orang jawa ni...) yang buat semak mata I. Was he the judge in that Fame Academy Malaysia tu? Isk....apalah credential dia...selain dari perasan nak jadik Simon Cowell?

I don't particlarly like that girl either...isk!!! My expectation of a pelakon is setinggi IBM building kat Taman Tun tu. I think her mother is a better actress than her. But it is better her than all that touch and go actor/actress. Last year there was this drama (unfortunately Mak aku suka, so ku tak boleh tukar channel Kiah oiii..sebab ada Amat Tamimi) where all the actors are so engrossed with their tuxedo. Eh...people wear tuxedo since jaman Tok Ki lah...boleh anak beranak tu catwalk dengan Tuxedo pinjam masing2? Ptuihhhh!!!!!

I don't really aware of Yasmin Ahmad, but if she manage to pull such a crowd in life and after, she must be someone unusual. But interviewers/interviewee...please, you sound way much better with a normal spoken English. Takyah lah nak add American and English accent. Or, is that how they speak now? Stick to just one...

While the journalist suka sangat encourage cerita-cerita gossip rumah tangga orang (hence aku yang dok bawah khemah ni pun tau Kiah) I am likely to question si tukang kena gossip tu. Kau dah berkawan dengan laki orang...Cik Kak oi. Kawan aje lah. Takyah lah nak menyambut salam chenta ku pulak. Yang bujang nya ramai...ensem lagi. I guess Jantan la ni (this happened to my friend occay?) sukalah menggunakan message dakwah to pick women up. I tell you..dalam tube, dalam bus kat sini, ramai gak jejantan Jehovah Witnesses and Christian Baptist bangsa cakap berapi hallelujah..hallelujah tak abis-abis, tapi takdelah pulak yang I dengar nak digunakan untuk mengorat pompuan.

Yang pompuan-pompuan ni pun satu....dah le kau terjatuh cinta pulak (owh..saya tak kuasa menghalang takdir tuhan...tengok tu bila dah macam ni aje, takdir kan?) takyah lah nak rubbing it on people face lagi. Cuba kau tengok Kak Angelina Jolie tu...ada dia buat statement mengada-ngada bila Brad Pitt jatuh ketangan dia? Ingat..best woman win, okay?

I read about the trend pompuan yang bergerek dengan Pak Arab, Pak Hitam and Pak Pak Expatriate yang sewaktu dengan nya.Regardless apa race and nationality, they all tu adalah jantan yang sungguh suka kalau benda yang dia nak dibagi free. Kau ngerti?

I heard about siapa jantan/pompuan yg bila dah disambar oleh kaler lain-lain ni, boleh kau terusss keluar statement...I tak main lah jantan/pompuan Melayu.

Mulutttttt...kan? My father..dalam pada dia agaknya bersembahyang hajat suruh I ni kawin...I remember he said...kalau boleh, dapat orang lelaki yang badan sihat, kuat kerja...jgn yang hisap dadah, jgn gila (amboii discriminasi nya..now aku dah kerja dgn Mental Health ni) and jangan orang Arab. I wonder why.

Adakah ini bermakna....Brad Pitt akan disambut dengan pulut kuning?

Sebatlah Saya Dengan Segera...

From what was reported in the newspaper yesterday, sibudak pompuan yang tertangkap sebab tengah minum Tiger Beer kat Pahang nun is pleading supaya disebat dengan segera, so that she can get it over and done with and move on.

Kesian dia. I do think that is (the rotan, the sebat) is a bit harsh.Considering there's plenty who did the same rather openly. Like the Pilahs & Co. Keluar dalam Tatler anak beranak clutching champagne and wine glass. (and they will say...eh, takde ah...I minum apple juice je dalam gelas tu...hehheee)

I guess the point to prove is always...the restrictions.We Muslims...alcohol is prohibited.We know that.Orang bunuh orang and makan rasuah pun boleh lepas....so why are we being so harsh on her? Jamal Abdillah berkongketan dengan ex-bini pun lepas....and this poor girl, satu Tiger Beer (maybe more) and the judgement? Rotan...name and shame.

It is funny when religious affair dept feel that stroking rotan to Tiger Beer drinking girl is way more important than catching men who refuse nafkah anak.

Apropriately next, bila keluarlah gambar Pilah & Co, menyonggey semasing pogang goleh air koncing setan eh tu, sila lah letak caption besar-besaran...'Sebatlah kami dengan segera...yeeeeehaaaaa'.

Tarraaa.

Being Tantric

--------------> To those who read and comment, thank you kindly for all those nice words.Rest assured, it is all read and well received, walaupun tersangkut kat comment moderation pending approval...bukan apa, I don't like to miss anything...so sebagai seorang control freak, I like to be the one who get to read it first.Aci lah camtu kan? Kalau I tak balas comment tu, hampun lah ye...I ni bekojo siang malam...travel one place to another.Bukan tak betimo kasih do...yo Tijah? But I will endeavor to reply to all...when I have the time.

--------------------> To those who email, to those who sent a FB request via my comment box and to those who asked for more personalised contact, saya sungguh terharu. Saya pun macam you...ada jugak buat salah silap and that should not qualify me to give advice. I will usually publish my response in the blog, but yang dibaca semuanya masalah self-inflicted. Layan salah...tak layan salah, tak jawab salah..and kalau jawab, jadi gaduh pulak nanti.Facebook tu untuk kawan-kawan saja...ada jugak yang tak berapa kenal and tak kenal langsung, but passed certain exception. Tak guna jugak nak add saya sebab you kenal kawan-kawan saya (ehemmm, kawan-kawan saya pun tak kenal you)...and you tak tahu ke...recently ni, saya ada dapat email pulak kata FB was created by a Jewish boy. Tak sangka pulak Malaysian tu ramai anti-semitic. It is sad to see how quick people can succumb to being discriminative.Poor Jewish man who creates FB. I like FB...I like FarmTown...I have many Jewish friends who accepted my faith with no question asked.I'm sure the sender of that email...kononnya tak nak menkayakan Yahudi, frequented Starbucks and watch everything that is Spielberg's.I'm sure we know how to distinguish the evil Zionist & just the unassuming Jew. I certainly don't like/hated to be associated with the Bin Liner.Enough said lah ye...

I have been in the situation where people consulted me for a little advice or so. For whatever reason ingat I ni macam bagus, tak tahulah. Kisah-kisah dalam blog ni semuanya takde moral...orang tanya, macam mana nak deal dengan si Polan yang macam ni, macam tu. Takde pun besar mana pun masalah...sajalah nak drama kuat. Hidup sungguh bosan, lalat accident dengan tingkap pun kita nak risau.

The difficult bit of problem solving is always having to tell the problem-monger that, dia lah yang sebenarnya punca masalah dia.When a patient is referred to us for teraphy and counselling, the magic words is always, face your own demon first before you can face others. Biasalah bila orang ada banyak masalah..selalunya akan rasa that the world is against them. Orang tu salah...orang ni salah...kenapa orang tu buat I macam ni..brokbrekbrokbrek!

But, what about you? You takde salah ke?

Sometime, whe we had enough...we have to breakaway. Nobody like breaking bad news...but life is not always about good news. Contact between two people is almost like a relationship. The longer the contact have been established, the better the relationship will be. The time is mature enough for you to accept people's right and wrong with no qualms.

Some break up require translation...bila orang dah tak nak kawan dengan kita, ni macam adegan dalam Facebook...eh, you terdelete saya kah? You think, orang boleh terdelete kawan dalam Facebook ke? Adalah sebab kena delete tu. Isk..after all, this is only a social networking, dah kena delete pun...masih boleh makan mee goreng samo-samo kan? Lopeh tu boli cake dokek M&S. No biggie!

Adik-adik yang hantar email to me, for relationship problems...I cannot help you lah.The message from your laki/boipren is so obvious, I yang tak kenal ni pun rasa nak lari sebatu. It is really not a good idea at all to hang on to the words like 'I am not ready...or we are in the different place at the moment..it is not you..it's me.....some of many. I have to object to penggunaan 'we' tu. Yang buat keputusannya seorang..pepandai cakap 'we' kan?

When your boipren say he wants to be friends....take it literally as it is. Kawan mean no string attached.He is downgrading you from his girlfriend to just friend. Jangan pulak kau agree jadi kawan tapi mesra a.k.a. shag buddy ye? It is likely that you, being his 'friend'...will involve you waiting round for him to make his mind up and he knows it.

Kepada akak-akak and adik-adik yang legally dah berlaki and laki pulak bangsa keparat ni...takde maknanya kalau dia masih sayang kat kita, kalau senapang patahnya tu bebas menembak ayam-ayam liar yang lain. Take control. If your boipren/laki want a space..give him a mile.Regain your composure.

Kalau nak jadi lagi kejam..gi lah belajar dari si Norish Karman tu....dah le ambik laki orang. Sekarang..hah, tak cukup sebuah rumah, limo keto..limo rumah dimintak eh. Tu tak masuk share-share business orang tua tu. Kadang-kadang pengajaranlah jugak untuk orang jantan kan...dah ado bini yang duduk ontok-ontok kek rumah, nak gak mencari artis bagai...hah kau! Tak lama lagi dry-clean lah Datuk tu.

Told you already....semua posting dalam ni takde moral.

Update

Sementara Kiah is sorting out all those arsonist wanabe and potential pyros, baiklah aku hapdate...before dia pulak yang akan start bakar rumah dia..nah?

One of my friend came recently to further her study..(so now that make 2 of them...JT and this lady) so our meeting was fun, I can tell her all about him and his escapade. his pasu Sarawak battle and his panas dinginnya chenta ku.So apart from telling you all who don't know him, I can now finally tell someone who actually suatu ketika dahulu minat kat dia (kan ke JT tu henskem masa muda nya?) and I really can't wait for her to see him!!!

This friend of mine idok le datang buat MA, Msc, PHD ke apa...but she just got transferred to her company UK's branch and at the same time, dia suka-suka nak belajar short term course nak menambah ilmu dia (dan dah sedia ada..bukan macam Ella ke...are you enjoys tu) So aku dengan baik hatinya took the morning off and awak dia jenjalan tengok college yang dia dah register tu and show her around London for a bit.

This friend of mine got married when she was in the states with her buah hati (also fellow MRSM) but after balik Malaysia, the husband terkena penyakit kasih berubah and kahwin lain behind her back (tertangkap basah lah alkisahnya). So sebagai wanita muda berkerjaya kemain professional, bergaji banyak angka and masih jambu...I'm sure she had wondered..apalah salahku that kind of thing...and after campurtangan segala orang...she decided to ask for divorce. So she raised her son all by herself. Wahhh......kagummmmm I. Kalau I lah...aku akan pi campak balik anak tu kat bapak nya..style Arni to Awie, pandai kawin dua, pandailah kau jaga anak kan?

After 8 years menjanda, she met another guy. She told me bukannya dia yang galak nak cari pun..but biasalah kalau ada set-set Cik Tipah dalam opis, set-set Cik Tipah amongst her sedara mara, maka proposition and recommendation tu banyak lah (wouldn't I know?) This guy yang se opis katanya...(takde ke tempat lain kau nak mencari chenta, pompuan oii?) mulanya okay lah..they were serious at one point, nak jumpa Mak & Bapak etc etc. He and her son got on bla..bla.This guy is slightly older than her and that made him a bujang terlajak..berupa and berharta (apa silapnya?) and maybe...after 3 years memadu kasih...makan sesama and tengok wayang and pergi piknik, he probably (we think) realises that he might spend the rest of his life with her and (maybe) freaks out at the enormity of this realisation, so he ended the relationship.

My friend ni, patah lah jugak hati nya.But at her place in life now...takdelah nak frust-frust menonggeng cam I. Bukannya dia tak pernah berlaki...so macam dah boleh predict lah,macam ni lah nasibnya kalau ada berurusan dengan the opposite sex berspecies Iguana...senang sungguh bertukar kalerrr. Hati ada jugak sedih..sambil berfeeling-feeling nyanyilah jugak tak paham sikapmu..kau berchenta seumpama menukarrr baaaajuuuu.

Tiba-tiba...jantan ittew datang kembali (just before she came to UK)...and pi cakap kat my friend ni yang he is still in love with her and want to stay friends because he is not in the right mind for a relationship at the moment. See...men, always like to put us women in a difficult position kan? Cakap chenta..tapi tak ready...so what? Are we suppose to be so flattered and wait until you sort yourself out and be readily available?

We often hear about pompuan yang rasa they all tu bodoh...giving so many chances to men and mendapat habuk saja sebagai balasan.No, not bodoh...I think we know what is in for us but sebagai makhluk yang suka menurut hati and perasaan (and otak tak nak pakai by choice) we are still hoping that someone would change for you and for the better...ye lah tu Kak. Macam mengharap hujan kat Somalia aje lah.

I was in that place...after orang tu kahwin...tup-tup datang balik...and tak bahagia katanya. I still think that is true. He was not happy...and maybe he was at his happiest with me. But the truth is, for someone who always not sure what they want in life, what are the chances of them being happy with anybody? Yilekkk! Men always play it safe...they may not be entirely happy with you..but if living and being with you is bearable, he will stay put. Ye lah..dengan orang baru, kenalah start baru kan? Now and again..burung dia akan keluarlah jugak dari sangkar..try nak cari makan tempat lain...for fun.

I think it is fair to say...if you love him THAT much (unless dah ada bukti-bukti yang nyata dia tu macam siamang, nak simpan or even ingat tak guna) maybe we shouldn't give up.But, don't be sitting and waiting either.Men cowardice sometime is a leeway for us women to start doing thing we never did before and masa nilah you all nak menaikkan saham or pi join rancangan total makeover tupun.I'm sure once he see sense, maka he will come to you voluntarily and menjilat pasir...merayu untuk kembali kepangkuan miewww.

Unless, of course, you've had a better offer in the meantime.....

Momen-Momen

Was it me yang terbaca salah or is it a trend for sokabar Malaysia membunyi melayukan bahasa-bahasa orang putih?

Okay...okay..I baca Utusan Malaysia. Every night..sometimes fail..sometimes not..after 8pm here, akan ku bukak lah webpage Utusan Online ittew. So..tahu jugak lah cerita-cerita sensasi sana-sini...like

1) Siapa ex wife drug addict singer yang dah kena cerai..pastu pi kasi free balik service dia kat laki drug addict good for nothing laki dia tu. Hah kau...sure she will feel like kena panah petir kan..after the drugging singer kata..owh..I memang takde niat nak balik dengan you. He, like any other men..gets away with it. Siapa jugak yang rugi????? Bini tu lah jugak. Si drug addict singer ni..kisah nya dari dedolu sampai la ni sama aje..buat maliewww oghang Peghok sungguh (nasib baik aku bukan orang Peghok kan Kiah?) Mula-mula..lepas keluar Pusat Serenti tu..katanya dah berubahhh....well, I was told the only time men will berubah is when they tukar jantina. Tu iya..betul-betul berubah. The he kahwin lah dengan Orang Pilah ni...yang kayooooo...dapeklah deh makai keto godang..nak harap duit nyanyi yo..nak boli kobun gotah pun tak lopeh, kan? Tup-tup..dah dapek bini lawa..yo lah..tuo lah sikit..tapi masih mengancammm, poei lak deh berkhalwat dengan tah sapo bibik. Dah bercoghai!!! Ni bukanlah nak cakap tipu ni you all..masa I kerja kat satu hotel kat Malaysia tu..si drug addict singer ni..selalu gak checked in dengan pelachhhh, together with his policeman friend. Tau-tau after that dengar dia kawin dengan his bini nombor 2. Si I assume, while romancing his 2nd wife or wife to be that time, he still have time to berkongkekan dengan si Pelachhh ni.

2. Apaaa??? Nenek 100++ years berlaki dengan jantan 36 tahun? Wah......sujudsssss kek Uwan. Ayo ni pun soghang tak lopeh..Uwan dah duopuluhduo kali. But Uwan..cemano pun...kok lah Jamal Abdillah yang mengurat Uwan for your 24th slot..khobar an lah Uwan tak ondak yo? Orang ngisap ni Wan..takdo guno eh do...buek somak kateyyy yo.Hehehe...

3.Memey????? Memeyyyy??? Gelak manja? Hah..enough said. Kalau lah aku yang interview dia..jangan haraplah dia nak dapat bergelak manja begitu. Cisss kau.

There's one article recently..pasal artis Malaya lah ni...being interviewed. Siapa Cik adik ni..I pun tak kenal, and to me...all this young girls, rasa diri ada rupa sikit...mulalah nak berlakon..so that they can get access to memana laki orang yang semi-eligible. So this Cik Adik kononnya digossipkan dengan anak Yusop Aslam..(eh...Yusop Aslam anak dah besar ke?) and is telling the world how their relationship wasn't meant to be (who cares???) Hey budak-budak..kecik-kecik dah pandai kiss and tell kan? Orang dah taknak kat awak..diam-diam lah...ramai lagi jejaka yang bujang-bujang.

So, in that article, she sort of reminisce a lot. Then came the word 'momen-momen'.

Apa ni?

I remember reading articles about Haliza Misbun and she was also using this 'momen-momen' word.

Contoh ayat...Haliza mengingati momen-momen indah bersama Ari Wibowo prokprekprok....in the end, I have to think that it is originated from the word 'moment'.

Do they really think that this word is best heard malayanised?

Contoh ayat lain...Ohh Kiah..aku masih teringat momen-momen indah ko, aku dan Miss AA mengumpat kat KLCC.

Does this word allowed in karangan Bahasa Malaysia kertas 2?

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My cousin called me today. I have to admit that I am not very close to my relatives. Baik yang kat Perak or other states in Malaysia. I don't remember them being nice...infact more than often, I remember them saying something that is quite nasty about me. When I was little, apparently I was this sombong girl. Okaylah...memang pun. If you want to count 'tak cakap banyak and amat pemalu' as sombong...maybe they're right. When I was in secondary school age up to pre University, again, I am sombong as well...kononnya berlagak tak hormat saudara mara. I'm sure they made that kind of judgement based on how many family weddings that I deliberately missed. Suka hati kau lah. The cousin who called me today once mengadu kat my brother that she will never want to come to my wedding, because I am so sombong. I'm glad she said that...because she will be waiting in vain. When I was (and still) living overseas, they thought I am keeping some sort of shoddy secret that will potentially menconteng arang kemuka makbapak ku. I only knew about this couple of years ago, because my father told me. I was so hurt...not because of the slanders they can think of but the fact that they think it's okay to worry my parents like that, with that kind of story.

After that, the thought of membuang yang keruh and ambil yang jernih terus pupus dari perasaan ku, as they (my relatives) somehow have managed to re-contaminated the air yang telah jernih.

Last year raya, after my mother's heavy persuassion, I gagahkan diri pi beraya kat rumah my auntie yang hanya sepelaung dari rumah my parents. Had they not caught my glimpse at the kubur earlier that day, maka my trip home would have been succeed in obtaining the exclusivity to family and friends only. And from there, lah I started talking to my cousin, after many,many years. I don't know why when people meet me, they feel the need to big up themselves, as if aku kesah betul kau kerja apa, kau holiday kat mana...siapa extended sedara mara kau. And I really hate it when people asked me...(ni selalunya soklan yang ditanya depan-depan orang, with ulterior motive lah ni) how's the weather in London? Eh? Ko apasal? London is so famous with the four seasons...lagi mau tanya ke? What is it with you and the London weather? And after that, soklan-soklan macam nilah yang mengundang segala attention yang tak perlu...like habis segala manusia will look at me in awe...like...ohhh, kau duduk London..best nya...best nya.

Sometimes question like this really placed me in an awkward position, especially bila aku pi kenduri kat Kampung yang majority penduduknya hanya lepas pergi ke KL aje. Habis2 oversea pun Mekah, tu pun after bertahun-tahun menoreh getah. For this, I hated my cousins...ye lah, they all ni selalu holidaying seberang laut. Tak ke dia pikir betapa depress nya nanti orang2 yang tak mampu ni dengar?

Eh..terlajak dah cerita ni. My cousin actually call to tell me that dia dengan laki dia nak gi Umrah. I know she is referring to her new laki, ye lah..last week my sister yang CNN tu cerita yang my cousin si newly makjan dah kahwin baru. So ni kira honeymoon lah ni.

I have no objection to people's choices of honeymooning destination. Although, if I may say...kalau yang buat cerita nak kawin kat Mekah lah..nak pi Mekah after kahwin lah...seems like menunjuk-nunjuk aja. Selalunya kita akan dengar orang bercit-cita nak mati kat Mekah. But tu, sukati you all lah kan? The obvious thing people will think of the newlywed couple is that masa nilah nak mengongkek siang malam pun. Boleh ke nak berasmaradana ka Mekah nun? I'm not saying that it is forbidden but psychologically, tempat suci..tanah suci...sure kalau I, nak french kiss pun segan.Apatah lagi la yang lenlain tu....hehehhee.

So she called to ask...(because I dah pernah buat umrah) me to share my experience. Heran pulak I, hal ni pi tanya I pulak...apasal tak tanya makbapak dia yang dah buat haji 2,3 kali tu? I'm in two mind actually to tell her my experience, because I know this will end up sampai ke telinga my parents juga. Knowing her...my experience will be misconstrued and tah hapa-hapa lagi lah.

I was thinking, if I tell her what had happened to me while in Mekah, sure dia akan kata I sesat barat prokprekprokprek.The truth is, I think I was given the message from the above not to hope things will be better, but to work for it to be better. The process of me knowing myself, learning what I want is long and ticking.I think ni lah yang orang selalu lupa. They think that when you pray, you will get what you want...immediately. The truth is we will never know. I believe Allah will acknowledge...and we should try harder. So kenkadang bila I baca komen2 nyamuk pasal lifestyles orang yang kununnya sungguh berdosa etc,etc...I wonder, orang yang hollier than thou ni, terjamin ke nasib dengan Allah. Entah2 tuhan pun tak suka you maki-maki orang camtu and habis pahala you. Kan?Kan?Kan?

So I told her....good for you lah. I don't know what to say...my umrah was more than 13 years now, so I'm sure banyak yang dah berubah. I don't think you should harap apa-apa, but spend your time beribadat aje.

Ermmm....nanti aku doakan kau cepat kawin ye? Makbapak kau risau kau tak kawin-kawin lagi...


Ohh....ini sangatlah tak perlu!!!!!!

Eyeing Up Other Person

That playlist IMEEM dah ku sepak keluar dari blog ni...and atas kebaikan one of the blog reader, hari ni dengan tak mandi...ku godek-godek benda alah ni...and hah, ku persembahkan pada mu lagu favourite ku yang didedicate oleh sang ex-boipren.

The other day, on the bus I overheard dua orang Jay-Sean ni berborak. Cehh...they all ni, nak dipanggil Asian Brits aje..tak soda dia tu kaplam.Kalau bercakap tu, langit pun boleh runtuh. Heran pulak I, si 2 mamat ber suit ni, baru balik kerja agaknya...slumming it naik bas. Selalunya..kalau set-set ni, naik kereta taknak kalah..beemer lah..merce lah.They all ni bukannya tak mampu. Mana taknya..dah tua bangka masih duduk dgn appa amma. Satu rumah can fit 18 family. I guessed all money ended up invested on something that is fit the purpose to menunjuk kat keluarga Patel-Bhangra yang lain.

Because they both seated behind me, aku memang dengar clear sungguh lah topic masalah slumdog millionaire diorang ni, and disguised by my Ipod, concealed the truth that I was ear wiggling.Bukanlah nak sebok you..tapi kalau cakap macam nak jual ubat...ko pakailah ear plug, mesti tak banyak sikit sure dengar.

Dengan muka tatau malu..this two men..dah la boroi tak hensem...pi pulak bercerita pasal eyeing up woman. Ada ka benda camni buat subject borak dalam bus yang sememangnya penuh dengan telinga tu.

Their descriptions of woman's boobs, rear and other areas tersangatlah graphic that I so imagine si dua jantan ni...agaknya takde makwe (sebab tak hensem) malam2 kerja nya log in into porn website. How so and so boobs are so big, it didn't match her tiny frame lah...how so and so, bontot so huge out of proportion...how so and so is so hot...I'll die standing if I can take her home...(dasyat tu...tak ke they all ni tau, buatnya yang hotsexy mama they all dok puja-puja tu ghope-ghopenya pre ops trans yang lagi sexy dari kita pompuan ni, Kiah oii!!!) Part I yang paling benci how they think it's okay to discuss women transformation after baby. Oih..kau tau apa? Since when did man care? They'll shag a cow if you put lipstick on it...kalau dah mega gersang tu. I'm sure them Asians man, always have secured back up plans laid by their parents...adalah pompuan malang yang akan dijodohkan dengan diorang ni...sebab nak fish out woman on a pull belum gerenti nya nak sangkut (jahat nya mulut I)

Is that what they do...I wonder? Looking at woman...discussing their gravity-defying breasts? I'm sure their eyes is drawn to the sexy mexy one like a sniffer dogs nose to a drugs. As if it is an inbuilt reaction that have no power to stop...walaupun bini/gf ada kat sebelah kan?

Cuba kita pandang jantan lain? Tengok bola oblong dia ke, seluar salah parking ke...sure dah kena cop pompuan gatal.

I was told that woman should only worry when the oogling men start grunting..kalau takat-takat peek a boo tu, relakan ajelah...bukannya dapat pun kan?

My cousin once told me..ni pun sebab lakinya ada tendency buaya paya..that she forbid the hubby pakai shades...pasalnya they can use it as a camouflage to tengok pompuan lama-lama without being caught.We told her...alah...tak pakai spek hitam pun, men can still have eyes at the back of their head.

Kalau lah they all boleh tipu bini they all tu dengan berbini dua tanpa tertangkap, setakat sekodeng pompuan lain tu macam jilat stem aje senang nya.

Ish....geram sungguh. I wonder if all wives/gf will be allowed to have life-size David Beckham pakai sependa Armani tu kat rumah..buat-buat pandang tak jemu depan laki. Kan? But fear this...kot-kot nanti they all tu pulak lah yang tersyiok kat David Beckham. Camno?

Update

Because Cik Kiah hapdate...I pun musti hapdate jua. Kalau tak nanti dia akan hantar text messages yang berbau ugutan-ugutan! Because we had an affair, I am incline to take all those threats seriously...ye lah..too much is at stake kan? Kan? Kan?

About Baby X's propensity to kiss with her mouth open...or even kissing at this age, what more can I say but kemanalah tumpahnya kuah kalau tak ke roti canai kan? Maybe she destined to go to TKC where kissogram is one of the must not fail subject...macam Bahasa Malaysia. Chewwwwahhh!

Well, I just had a very hot curry today and now, walaupun dah terpacak kat opis at 8.00 am today, masih ku tak mengantuk. So if I may, I would like to share my thoughts of Kiah's predicament at visiting her gravely ill cousin.

My only near death (in the end memang meninggal jua) experience is with my late brother. I am very fortunate to have been spared facing all this potentially bereave moment...and I wish I don't have to because simply I do not know how to react...what to say...etc,etc.

When my brother was taken ill, hati I memang dah berdetak dah ni...ye lah. I tak pernah tengok dia sakit and the first thing my mother told me to do (this is after learning what was actually wrong in his system) is to go and see this orang alim somewhere in Gedung Lalang. Driving from hospital Seremban to Gedung Lalang is not far, but air mata I yang berjurai...jangan cakaplah. I know we are suppose to tawakkal, but in practical, if you have that illness, you really need miracle and kuasa Allah yang paling besar sekali to survive.That time, I can feel it that he is going to die...padahal tatau pun masa tu sakit apa. I did what I was told and the orang alim said...ask your mother to pray, and I will pray for her. I can't do that (what my mother had asked) because it is not fair on another living thing. I never said this to anyone...

When someone we care about tetiba sakit kuat ke, or have prolonged illness, kita yang sayang ni memanglah mintak dia hidup lama. Tapi bila pikir balik...daripada yang sakit tu menderita, biarlah semuanya mudah saja untuk dia. Problem always is, betapa denialnya orang-orang terdekat ni. I think naturally, kita tak suka tengok orang mati...maybe because kita sendiri pun takut mati kot. Kalau boleh, yang brain damage surviving only with life support machine pun, kita tak bagi nak tutup...mengharap kuasa Allah and sembuh lah orang tu.

At risk of kena penampar or kutuk satu kampung, we will have to tell the truth, like kalau dah on life support ke with no other hope left, the decent thing to do is...lepaskan aje lah, like Kiah said, we will doakan kita tabah throughout the bereavement period. Safest choice is always...bila orang suruh berdoa mintak dia sembuh bila cancer cells dah makan satu badan, jawab aje lah insya allah, mintak semuanya selamat. It works for two...cepat sembuh ataupun...selesalah mati. Bunyi pun sedap...kan Kiah?

We often being put in the position where we are required to say a nice and decent thing, when in some situations, its hard to find any and memang takde pun benda yang sedap didengar untuk dicakap. Tuh..pening!

I think it is unfair to pledge an expectation onto others.Bila kita kawan dengan orang, kita harap orang akan layan kita macam itu/ini. Some can get overfamiliar and instead of having a normal process of assessing your relationship with your friends, the overfamilar type will soon try to test boundaries.

I've seen quite a few glittering-fireworks type friendship. You kawan dia...you kawan, kawan dia and the lists goes on. Masa mula-mula indah lah...since you shared the common interests...wry fry jokes and pleasantries. You don't get to know what the person likes and dislikes.The worst part is when you accidently stepped into the boundaries, with no awareness of what IS the boundaries. Orang marah...you sakit hati...and the feud, the dissatisfaction and the chain of reactions balloned overnights.

In my workplace, we have boss and bossess relationship, colleague and colleague relationship, patient and responsible adult relationship and adalah few more ties sana-sini.Because of the different formalities each relationship carries, kadang2 you rasa, lagi baik you berkawan dengan kucing or pasu bunga. Takde expectation pun...apart from..kalau nak benda tu hidup lama...bertahan lama...maintain lah kan?

Most of my colleague are my friends, because we started off together and over the time, I jadi Boss diorang, so gossip2 or criticism head opis, tak bolehlah nak di share bersama-sama. Worst part is that when your colleague a.k.a. friend ni buat silap mmg menanti teguran bernas (and maki) from you. Tak ke bermasam muka 3 hari tu?

So mana yang menjalinkan perkahwanan...originated from web space and social networking, tempat yang tak sepatutnya dijadikan base untuk mencari kawan sejati and sehati, terima ajelah kekurangan you dan kawan you...sebab salah pun salah you jugak kan? Cepat benar nak mencurah kasih and tenaga...dengan tak tahu orang tu macam mana peel nya.

Oh..Kiah, I lap you. You're my fren forever.....chewwwwaaaah!!!!

Cerita Pompuan Jahanam

Pose-Pose Pisau

Pompuan Jahanam

Last year, somewhere in the quiet cul-de-sac corner where my current opis is located, adalah sekumpulan budak-budak hitam telah bergaduh and one of them got killed.

When I was asked to work in this area, everyday I tell myself that...latest by 7pm, I musti me Watson Nyambek to the nearest train station sambil membaca summum-bukmum...(eh..ni bukan ayat halau anjing ke?)

Hari ni tadi...on my way to work, I belilah newspaper..maka tetiba kat front page, keluarkan muka pompuan ni and few other boys. Yang tak kurang berwaja setan jahanam nirrojim nya. I pikir..siapakah pompuan ini...adakah dia glamer...or adakah dia calon drama queen terbaru cawagan Croydon ni? Tak pun...adakah dia anak luar nikah Michael Jackson?

Bila I baca news..maka barulah I teringat cerita bebudak sekolah yang perasan terror kat area ni...dengki-cemburu punya pasal...maka tak pasal-pasal mati free. Ni lah bahayanya area budak jahat ni...why? Pisau murah ke kat Croydon ni dik yang uols suka main tikam-tikam ni?

Kisahnya...mamat yang mati katak ni..namanya Shakilus Townsend. Gangsta wanabe lah ni...hah kau...masa dia mati tu, keluarlah tribute bahawasanya betapa dia ni anak yang sollehhhh githooo...tetiba pulak, terkeluar gambar dia pose-pose nak sembelih ayam kat Bebo...ghope-ghope nya kaki gangster jugak budak ni. Laa...umur 15/16 dah nak jadi gangster? Akak dulu kan dik..umur 15/16, bukan main takut lagi nak keluar memonteng sekolah..takut Bapak rotan.

Tu lah orang selalu kata..kalau kita setan, jodoh kita pun dengan setan jua...but kepada siapa pompuan muslimah yang tah nasib malang cemana boleh dapat laki yang macam setan, apa lah yang boleh saya kak oii...melainkan, marilah kita buat sembahyang hajat mintak laki setan kita tu copek mati..kan?

Pasangan muda remaja ni..baru je bercinta tak sampai sebulan dua...tapi sebenarnya..pompuan cilako ni ada boipren lain you. So bila boipren dia yang juga gangster dari area berdekatan dapat tahu, dia pun dump lah pompuan ni. So...pompuan ni sungguhlah sedey...dan kononnya sanggup buat apa saja untuk di ambik kembali oleh boipren gangster No.1 ni.

Sipompuan jahanam ni pun...startlah mengadu domba..menjadi unggun api between 2 jantan gangster wannabe ni. So jantan-jantan ni apa lagi...mulalah declare war githoo...bodohnya. Ye lah..pasal cakap satu pompuan..satu kampung pulak bergaduh kan?

So si pompuan ni...kononnya nak bawak lah boipren barunya si Shakilus ni jumpa sedara mara dia.Tu cerita coverina tu, yang betul nya, boipren No.1 sebenarnya nak balas dendam. Ni lagi satu bangang...terus naik angin main bunuh-bunuh, check lah dulu kan...patutnya.

Maka si Shakilus ni terus di kerjakan oleh gang-gang boipren No.1 ni...pengecut, sorang lawan 5 orang. Kena beduk, kena hempuk dengan bessbal bat and last-last...terus kena tikam!

Dengarnya, after kena tikam...si pompuan jahanam and boipren No.1 nya..as cool as cucumber githooo blah dari situ. And yang si kena tikam ni pulak..menjerit-jerit, masa ni lah dia ingat kat Mak dia...siap cakap..Mummy, mummy..I don't want to die.

After a day, he succumbed to his injuries....and mati. And today..si pompuan jahanam and 5 lagi gang-gang keparat boipren dia, sentenced to life in prison (eleh..cakap aje life...tak lama besok keluar lah tu)

I ada dapat message...cakap Makji..you ni asyik kutuk jantan aje..ada jugak jantan yang baik tawww...macam I ni...kata sipenghantar email ni lah. Okay lah..for you, nah kupersembah kan cerita pompuan puaka lagi jahanam. Nanti kalau ada lagi cerita pompuan jahanam dari area-area lain..I akan tulis lagi ye?

Tata.

Heal The World

Cerita Budak AS and pre ops transexual itu akan disyambung dilain hari ye...

I nak cerita hal semalam...first time in many,many moon...I decided to leave work early. I was in the middle of supervision with my Line Manager and another Social Worker (different department) and this woman (the Social Worker) janji nya nak meeting dalam 2 jam aje discussing this down syndrome guy and his sexcapade malam hari tu. Tup-tup..dah dekat nak 4.30pm..takde tanda-tanda dia nak berenti bercakap.

Dengan berani nya, I cakap dengan pompuan-pompuan tu, I'm sorry but I have to go by 5 o'clock. Selama-lama I kerja dengan local gov, selalunya I am in the earliest one in and latest one out. Dedikasi jahanam sungguh!!!

So bila they all agaknya terkujat lah jugak dengar yang I nak keluar opis cepat, teruslah wrap the meeting. And my Line Manager terus offer nak hantar I balik...katanya dia nampak muka I macam stress..nak rush githoo.

So, bila dalam kereta, she asked...what is the matter? Anything I can help with? You shouldn't really work after this, you look tired...cehhh...concern sungguh Manager I ni. I pun terpaksalah cakap kat dia apa kemusykilan I.

I have to rush home...kata I.

What up? Boss tanya.

Michael Jackson memorial service starts at 6... (Tu diahhhh....Michael Jackson lagi important occay?)

Disebabkan hujan sekejap renyai...sekejap tak renyai...lambat jugaklah I sampai rumah...masuk-masuk rumah, memorial service pun dah start...and according to MB2, Kak Yah Carey dengan Stevie Wonder tu dah habis nyanyi.

Tapi takpe....all in all I enjoyed the service. Sedih githoo. Far and between, ada jugak eulogy yang tak kena and sight-sight yang mengherankan...like

i) Tah sapa-sapa Reverend, Politician and Martin Luther King III punya speech. Dah le berpetir-petir...ada pulak masuk part-part kulit itam..how Michael this, Michael that...the black, the divide brok-brek-brok-brek...haiyo! Puak-puak itam ni selalu menuduh orang racist, tapi they yang dok ngulang-ngulang part-part hitam...even divided themself...sampaikan ada bulak Black History week lah...black music award lah...siapa yang divide siapa kan? The thing is that, they all portrayed Michael as a black activist, or even a proud black man...tapi tak ke diorang tu perasan yang Michael tu, punyalah taknak associate diri dia dengan unsur-unsur kehitaman...sampaikan apa aje anasir-anasir hitam kat badan and muka dia pun, dia tukar.

ii) Apasal anak-anak dia....tetiba bertukar kaler pulak? Bukanke mereka-mereka ittew berambut blonde dan bermata biru? Apasal? Kecik2 dah kena kaler rambut ke dik?

iii) Apasal yang nyanyi tu semua suara ala-ala puaka? Takde ke singer-singer yang pro nak nyanyi? Apasal?

It is a very nice service...kelas sangat keranda emas githoo.Nampak Brooke Shield nangis-nangis and lastly, anak pompuan dia pun nangis jugak. Tak macam yang dua tu...cam suka aje bapak dia mati...kemain lagi makan chewing gum!

Sebagai mengingati Michael Jackson, malam tadi I tidur bertemankan Ipod semua lagu Michael Jackson....sampailah pagi.

Hari ni tadi, I cakap dengan my patient yang suka ngisap dadah tu....that drugs can kill. Tak kisah lah..prescription drugs ke...illicit drugs ke..semua sama. Kalau disalah guna.

Speaking of prescription drugs ni, adalah sorang jantan mental ni, semalam cakap dengan I yang dia tak nak makan ubat lagi...katanya family nya kata...dia dah sihat, so takyah lah makan ubat lagi.

I must say, dilema kerja dengan patient/family mental health issue ni is the ignorance. Nak tegur..kang dia kata..kau apa tahu....bukannya badan kau. Or yang family pulak boleh cakap...apa you tahu, kami ni family, you hanya kerja dengan dia saja.

First of all....doctor tak akan bagi drugs kalau you tak perlu occay? Janganlah pandai-pandai nak add/reduce sesuka hati. It is always people thinking that..orang tiba-tiba jadi tak betul ni, badannya masuk setan. Ye lah..setan pun setan lah. Tapi makanlah ubat.

Kadang-kadang otak dengan badan tak communicate. Bila otak sihat, badan tak sihat,orang akan rasa dia sihat. Vice versa. Kadang-kadang badan tak reti nak rehat..so otak kena ajar badan rehat...pasal tu lah orang bagi you mind altering drugs. Ada sebabnya. So what if we have to depend on drugs? Kita pun kalau makan vitamin hari-hari, or ubat diet walaupun badan takdelah gemuk, takde lah pulak orang prejudice kan?

So, I cakap dengan jantan ni...you tahu tak you sakit apa? I had to explained to him...the scientific side of the job...kira pandailah I...considering aku ni bukan Doctor, Kiah oiii. Kesian jantan ni...I think family pressure kot..katanya makan ubat tu tak normal. I tanya dia...part mana yang you rasa you tak normal? Dia tak jawab....(tak tahu lah tu)

I tanya dia lagi..you tahu tak ubat apa yang you makan sekarang? Dia diam....(tak tahu lah tu...tahu nama...fungsi tatau)

So I pun cakap laa....ni, yang satu ni Anti Depressant. Terus dia jawab..I tak depressed!!! I told him...memang lah you tak depressed, but this is ANTI-Depressant. Maknanya..tak nak bagi you depressed lah...

Another few tablets pun with different antipsychotic function..pun ku kena explain satu persatu.

Pun tak paham jugakkkk....last-last kena cakap macam ni saja.

Encik....semua orang dalam dunia ni sakit. Tinggal teruk dan tidak aje. I sendiri pun pelupa...obsessive...and plenty of unexplained traits that relates to how my brain is functioning. But fortunately, I tak payah makan ubat. Tapi bila I ada masalah...I kena makan ubat jugak. Macam you. You kena makan ubat sampai you rasa, one day you can function without it.

Tapi..family saya kata makan ubat tak elok? I tanya dia...makbapak..abang kakak you..hisap rokok & minum tak? Iya katanya.I cakap...tu pun tak elok juga.

I cakap dengan dia...you pernah sakit teruk tak since you makan ubat? Dia kata tak pernah. So I tanya, apa baiknya you berhenti? Dia kata..family dia worried sick. I cakap..kalau your family yang worry, maybe they should go and see their doctor. They shouldn't worry about things they shouldn't worry.

Ye...moral dari kisah ni....benda yang tak perlu nak dirisaukan...janganlah nak menyeksa kepala otak ye? Ingat...bak kata orang pandai agama..yang jahat datang dari kita...dan yang baik, datang dari Nya. Insafffffffff terussssss saya.

And bak kata Michael Jackson....heal the world, make it a better place...for you and for and the entire human race...

Amin.

Mr Stella

A young man with Asperger Syndrome was referred to me last week.

I wish I am in the position to memilih-milih. See…betapa tak adilnya SoSIAL services kat sini…diorang boleh pilih I, but I cannot pilih they all. Cilaka sungguh.

But I have work with adult and children with AS before. Sometime, they can be very interesting…to see one with ability to be so blunt ngalahkan gergaji tumpul. When they bukak mulut..siaplah semua bisa-berbisa. Cemana orang panas baran cam I boleh tahan…tuhan aje lah yang tahu.

AS sufferer ni selalunya political correctness skills tu memang takde langsung lah…ye lah..kalau dah social skill pun takde, nak political correctness hapa nya? Ni bangsa..kalau lah orang melayu…kalau terserempak dengan Syanie…they will say…amboi Kakak size macam gajah..gajah pun tak besar camni…akak makan apa? Akak makan badak ke? (sorry ye Syanie)

Two days ago, I was interviewing for people to come and work for us. So I decided to invite this AS guy, ye lah..considering yang this people we are about to hire will be supporting him daily in his house.

I tengok nama candidate ni..STELLA. Her CV was very impressive..pernah kerja summer camp lak tu kat USA. I don’t know why I didn’t bother to look through the complete application form (malas ni sebenarnya) and usually sebelum I interview orang, I will call first, calling them for interview…but tah macam mana aku busy sungguh (main Farm Town) and suruh assistant I saja yang call. So what I did was…tunggu dia datang interview aje lah.

STELLA pun tiba pada hari yang dijanjikan…….

Mak kau STELLA……a man…with gothic make up…in a skirt!!!!!! Pre ops transsexual you all……..

Pitammmmmm…..(tu belum masuk pitam sekali lagi after AS punya questions…)

Bersyambung!!!!!

My Will

Sebab I sedang dalam process nak beli rumah, the bank require that I organise a will for myself. And because I bank with Barclays…I get this service for free…yeehaaaa!!!

So, my will came in the post yesterday. It was as I instructed…canggih ni, instruction via electronic form lak tu. All was okay, they only got my brother’s name wrong. But that is not what reasoned this post.

In my will and testament, I have asked for a body repatriation and a complete muslim burial when I die. And to see all that in writing, sungguhlah menyejukkan tulang belakang.

One thing that I always hope for is that…kalaulah satu hari nak jalan, although perjalanan yang macam ni, tak tahu apa akhirnya…entah-entah lepas rulis ni..tetiba cardiac arrest cam si MJ…sesianya mati kat opis!!! Oopss..kalaulah satu hari I nak jalan..mintak-mintaklah jalan masa dekat-dekat dengan sedara-mara. Senang…hari ni jalan, hari ni jugak tanam. Takyah nak naik kapal terbang, masuk cargo..cargo clearance what not,what not.

One of my senior in MRSM, died in car crash in Wales, together with her twin brother. I remember the look on her parents face when they were receiving her…not to mentioned the postcard that came few days after.I wish that my parents will not have to be in that situation.Seriously.

Bila dah dapat will tu, teringatlah kat diri sendiri yang berdoso godang. After my PBB conference kat Paris…I decided to confront my confusion, well I thought..I played a part jugaklah buat orang terasa hati and being me, I suka cari kesimpulan I sendiri…walaupun prior to that belopuk-lopak lah gak mengumpek kan?

Kalaulah tak kerna ada orang kecik ati dengan I, tak hingin jugaklah nak menyebok.

Sometimes when I am in my consulting room, kebanyakan masalah jiwaraga orang semuanya self-inflicted. Ada orang cepat naik angin, ada orang cepat sensitip…ada orang macam tahu semua (ini adalah saya) and ada orang macam-macam pe’el nya.

Ada orang pulak..tak tahu mana datang..tiba-tiba terus muncul and menjadi bulletin utama.Macam Kiah. Kalau lah kau dok aje diam-diam kat tempat banyak monyet tu kan bagus?

I always believe that if you talk about a problem or a person over and over again, there is something in your mind about them that still linger. I then realised, I was discussing this person a lot. I told my colleague…I keep writing what I thought of this person down until I finally see that the reason I was worried/troubled/unsettled is that I was being misunderstood. Fact is..nobody…dongar yo…nobody likes to be misunderstood..hatta dengan lombu topi jalan sekali pun. (I remember maso I kocik-kocik, I kona koja lombu..that I really think was after my brother yang berkepak merah …he was wearing t-shirt superman yang ado kopak kat belakang tu…tak pasal-pasal, aku lak yang kena)

As I get older, it is important for me to express myself as clear as I can….walaupun orang kata ni cakap direct. Cik..cakap kenalah direct…takkan nak berjual beli pantun lak..ingat apa..ni Pesta Pantun Sekolah Sekolah Malaysia tahun 1990 ke? I was a quiet child when I was little and for that I was bullied. So now, when something feels amiss, I feel the need to speak up.

Inadvertently, I have upset this person…not that I care, but it is my responsibility to tell them that, you have upset yourself by misunderstanding me…so it is up to you to clear your own head. I am still what I am.

However, I applaud those who vent their anger to release the frustration…you have got to find away to release that bad energy.It is better that than playing victim. Don’t misunderstood venting anger as dispensing maki hamun ye…tak baik. Tapikan..kalau orang tak mendengar kata..memang nak merasa sangat kena hamun kan?

All in all, I am glad I have cleared my air….tapi mana yang masih dalam list musuh ketat tu…dok lah kau kat situ diam-diam.

Tarrraaa people.

Update

The half part of the year was great...err..not really, okaylah..half-half.

I have been pushed back into business side of my work since last November, Boss kata only for 3 months..and come July, I am still there. But I like the challenge, mentally, it has made me strong although physically, I am so tired having to work all hours...losing touch with people and losing sight of myself.

Ye laa...losing touch with people tu...macam tak betul aje. Truth is I am not a friendly person...or shall I say, very pemalu.I am so not good at keeping in touch. I will remember you, and at times bila ada hal-hal urgent I will reach out, tapi to share pleasantries over the phone tu..or casually jumpa-jumpa tu yang takde masa. It has always been like that lah.

By having this blog, kawan-kawan pun bertambah...ye, I ni tak ramai kawan. Most of the people I met, who I get to know from this path adalah baik-baik belaka.I also have those yang tak pernah jumpa, but building all sort of assumption about me. Takpelah..satisfy lah your curiosity.It will not cost both of us anything, although likely you lah yang penat kan...memikir benda-benda yang you tak patut pikir.

Ada orang cakap dengan I, Makji..kita-kita orang ni takut dengan you. I will have to say..more fool you lah...you allow yourself to be scared.Kita ni hanya perlu takut kat Tuhan aje...and Bapak kita (Bapak saya)

Ada lagi yang cakap..oh, you ni tough lah Makji...I wish I am like you. What can I say to that...semakin meningkat umur (walaupun aku awet muda Kiah..and pasni, haruslah aku berdating dengan adik-adik 10 years younger dari aku, kan?) semakin luaslah kepala hotak.

The truth is, I grow up seeing my mother become the victim of human expectation. As I get older I said to her, you don't have to care about them...you look after you, because they never will.She often get upset as people say this and that about her.

People can say lot's of thing.People said/say lot's of thing about me. Good advice are always..buat bodo lah..but the truth is, it is hard to.

Be selective on what you want to waste your energy on. Do not depend on 2nd and 3rd information. You often get judge on the way you react, so alang-alang nak kena judge tu, make sure you get a good judgement.

Kesimpulan nya...kalau orang nak cakap apa...cakaplah.Yang elok tu didengar...yang tak berapa, simpanlah untuk bahan menulis blog ye.

And with the part, losing sight of myself...it is fair to say, although kita dah hidup beberapa tahun...(37 to be precise like Kiah) we will never know who we really are.Kita ingat kita baik...tapi sebenarnya kita tak berapa...kita ingat kita ni penyabar...tapi adakalanya kita rasa nak bomb aje Malaysian High Com tu.

Macam nilah...kalaulah memang nasib nya I kena menjilat pasir dengan org-org gomen ni, buat ajelah. Besok dah dapat apa yang kita nak dari they all tu...sumpah lah habis-habis.

Malaysian High Com Yang Jahat

I was given an assigment by a fren to pergi mintak surat cerai dia kat Malaysian High Com. Hmmm....my fren now ni resides in Malaysia..lakinya ialah orang putih. I think for formality, for him to live in KL, they need to bernikah kat London. Entah lah..I pun tatau lah procedure nya.

Tup-tup, dah nak bercerai katanya. Elok lah...she can now happily singing Zee Avi's Kantoi..and the part 'no wonder lah my fren pun tak suka you' memang kena sekali. I never like the hubby you all....ni bangsa omputih kampung bangsatan tum tum tum tu. Ceh tu dia aku mengutuk.

I don't like dealing with gomen. Seriously...Encik PHD...bukan nak ngata ni..but gomen people's attitude dah sampai London pun tak tukar. In Seremban, I kena leter dengan this kakak jabatan pendaftaran, just because I takde Mycard! Then I said..ni nak buat lah ni. I told her that I live abroad..and masa tu manalah tahu pasal Mycard apa jadah tu. Rather than akak tu jadi public spirited gomen citizen, dia boleh marah kat I. Cilako kau kak...hompuk mo kusi kang..baru tau. In London alike, I remember waiting for my passport, tup-tup sijantan yang jaga counter tu boleh maki kat this chinese lady..you suda tau opis tutup pukul 12, kenapa you datang sekarang? And it is only 11.45am. Pastu..dah di serve nya pompuan tu..dia boleh mengomel sensorang dengan kuatnya..susah lah orang ni..kita tutup pukul 12, pukul 11 baru nak datang.

Oii Cik Bangkak...nama pun counter tutup pukul 12...so, yang kau bising2 kat orang yang datang pukul 11.45 tu kenapa? He is just lucky he is still dealing with Malaysian yang agaknya dah masak benar lah dengan perangai Goverment Servant set-set kerja opis ni.Most time, we prefer to diam aje..get it over and done with and never want to see you again. Kalau lah kau dapat gagak or Mat Salleh yang dengan takde segan silu nak kasi you their piece of mind, haruslah bangkak tu tercabut seluar dalam kat situ jugak.

Since last week...disamping main Farm Town secara curi-curi kat opis, I pun cubalah tepon High Com. Tak dapek. Kok dapek pun..masuk mesen. Eh...ado mesen? I tinggal message kek mesen tu, haram lah nak ditipun eh balik.

So today, I try lagi..dapek cakap mo sorang pompuan...I pun tanyolah...Selamat Pagi kak, boleh tak sambung kan saya kat Dept ni..ni..ni.., nak tau apo jawab eh? Tengkiu! Pehtu dilotak an I dalam line..tetibo adolah sorang abang ni angkek. I cakap balik hajat I...abang sound very pleasant. Suko ati I...tapi.....

Geh gampang lah pulak kan..den ponek..berkoreh-koreh leher nak cakap melayu, abang bantai cakap omputih you.

Bukan nak kata lah bang...anak buah I lagi terrer cakap omputih...(mana tak nya dopopat jam tengok My Little Pony & Friends)...abang was really struggling with his words..I masih cakap melayu..tak..tak maun deh do.

And tup...bilo dio cakap..you're in the wrong Dept..this is political Dept..mako...Makji pun teruslah skipping London kan?

Okay..I have been calling for ages and your receptionist keep giveing me the run around. It is either the line is engage or it went straight to mailbox...

Abang...I share your feelings (apo? abang share feeling sayo? feeling apo tu bang?) Let me investigate and I will call you back..(nampak lah mongak eh..numur tipun I dio tak mintak..tetibo nak tipun I balik)

I dengan bongkak nya...it's fine...I'll call again. You goverment people never change...no matter how far you travelled. Tup !!! Terus I letak tepon. Statement tu sungguhlah tak perlu...dan saya amat menyesali sikap kebongkakan saya ittew...but nevertheless...Malaysian High Com people deserve to hear what we (saya dan kengkawan saya) think of them.

Kesian Abang Political Dept tu.....isk.

Mari Mengalerrr Rambut

I have my own private haidresser...but I must ask you not to judge his work by looking at my hair. My hair become a lion mane adalah atas angkara aku sendiri...

Today, I went to see him. I haven't seen him in ages and I really need to get a haircut. So a telephone call guaranteed my appoinment..kawan-kawan lah punya pasal.

My hairdresser used to work with someone really famous in KL. I think he is also famous...but we certainly moved in the diffrent orbit that time...because he was in his glamourous circle and I was slogging away as always.

He is now a full time 'akak'. A term I just learnt about a man who no longer want to look like a man.Tak apa..asal dia bahagia. The only disadvantage pi potong rambut dengan akak ni is that, he awarded himself a full fledge liberty to mengeluarkan komen-komen puaka kat rambut I. But it is the truth. I would rather hear the truth..walaupun kenkadang ada gak rasa nak masuk kan hair straightener yang panas tu dalam mulut dia.

He said to me after finished with my hair...you kena buat cam ni, camni, camni kat rambut you. The application of camni,camni,camni means that I have to bangun extra early to do what I suppose to do tu guarantee a hair that look like human.

I told him..a'ah..I tau..tapi I malas laa...I ni, kalau kena buat rambut makan masa setengah jam...I would rather tido extra setengah jam tu...tu diah..alasang careerwoman sangat.I told him all that dengan harapan..dia pahamlah masalah I..tidur lambat..kerja kuat..stress lagi sana-sini...it is not like I am paid to look pretty ke hapa. Lagi serabai lagi bagus la...buatnya ada assignment gi rescue patient dari rubbish dump ke..takkan lah I nak pakai baju Armani kan? or ber wangi-wangian Tresor bagai...and rambut bak Rihanna ke Sarah Harding ke...mak tak kuasa nyah...mak rela tidur.

Dia dengan konfident ala-ala Karam Singh Walia nya...eh, kita orang pompuan ni kenalah berusaha nak chantekkkk...tak boleh malas-malas.

Hah kau...'kita' orang pompuan. Sungguh terkucil I mendengar statement ittew. There was a vast different between us. He is wearing kasut tumit tinggi...and waltz his way around confidently. I would have terjelepuk patah dagu lagi ada. 'Woman' like him knows where to shop for a nice kasut..kasut punyalah tajam..bangsa kick-dog-dog-die tu.

Selepas mendapat nasihat akak tu, dengan serta merta nya I pi shopping barang penjagaan rambut...and my £35.00 evaporates into thin air. To add insult to my open wound..(I bawak chaperone gi gunting rambut ni) MB start lah berleter..tu lah..you kena buat camni,camni..camni...and making remark about me always buying shampoo and conditioner 99p. Tu lah you..thrifty sungguh.

Eh...apa kena mengena pulak rambut I dgn shampoo 99p tu? I am blessed with a low maintenance self, so my hair or body takdelah kena beli menda-menda special lagi membuang duit tu.

But, for once..I though..I dengarlah nasihat akak...see lah..if my hair jadi macam Jaclyn Smith pulak pas ni.

Then akak said..yang lain kali you datang..kita buat highlights yek? Chanteekkk yang...ditambah lagi dengan MB yang menjadi unggun api...okay lah..meh kita buat highlights sesama katanya.

And here I am thinking...I coloured my hair once...berbulan my father bising sambil mengurut dada. Ni kalau balik kampung dengan rambut blonde bagai..tak ke aku mengundang cardiac arrest tu?

Cihhh.....

You Rocked My World

Michael Jackson passed away 2 days ago. It was such an exhausting day that day...one of my friend's dad passed away, Farrah Fawcett pun meninggal...and later that night, at 10pm London time..flashing news about MJ.

It was so very, very, very sad. I have worry of my own on that same day...but less greater compare to the loss of those who lost their love one that day.

Because surat khabar dah berlambak gila cerita pasal MJ, so takdelah kerja I nak berpokpek kat sini hal dia. But MJ was so big in my generation. Walaupun Pakcik tu suka main monyet, suka buat benda tak berpekdah dengan duit dia and segala-mala kelakuan yang pelik-pelik tu, I cannot deny his huge existence in my life.

One person who really gila kat Michael Jackson is my ex boipren. Together with him, we went to Brussels and Berlin to see Michael Jackson. In KL..walaupun masa tu dia laki orang..we went to see MJ for 3 consecutive days.What I never tell you that he can muscle all MJ dance routine..and I used to enjoy watching him..(masa-masa berchenta muda remaja ni)

When I heard about MJ's concert in London, I told my partner yang I nak gi tengok (ni sebelum berperang lah ni..) and dengan gigih nya I dok menonggok online waited all that hours trying to buy the ticket. We bought two in the end. But secretly, I'm sad...I have never tengok concert MJ dengan orang lain. It was my and my ex boipren thing. Something that we do together.Apart from tengok MUFC.

Michael Jackson may probably did something horrible when he is still alive. Michael Jakson may look naive to some, but he was the obvious control freak and manipulator.For that, you have got to blame his father. But there's going to be..always be..something that you love about him.

When we were dating and so,so,so much in love...my ex boipren like to do the Moonwalk routine, all that Michael ever did, he would copy. I thought, one of the reason why I love him besides dia pemain bola..is that he can sing and dance.

Sebagaimana pandainya Pakcik tu ber Moonwalk, macam tu lah laju nya he moon walked his way away from me. Like Michael Jackson, he did something really horrible to be...tagging me along all that 10 years...and marry someone else..broke my heart, again and again and again.

But there's always going to be something that I love about him.Because he was the only man that rocked my world.

RIP...

Update

People like Kiah only know how to komplen and send text messages from KL demanding that I hupdate...but her blog dah berbulu sampai semak...and I'm not allowed to say anything.Pfftttt!!!!

Last Sunday when I was in Paris and missed my train, was worldwide Father's Day. Sebagai anak yang tidak mithali lagi tanggang, I did not called my father to wish him HFD. Nope. Instead, I posted a card 6 days earlier with GBP in it. I did not chose any lovey dovey ayahanda ku yang ingati blablabla like that. I opted for something more dry, like gambar monyet...with a naughty caption..suggesting that I'm the monyet and some of my (monyet) skills are inherited from him. I hope father will see the funny side of it. If not, maka akan adalah petir sabung menyabung and I akan jatuh tergolek bila mengejar bus 52 kat Ladbroke Grove tu.

When I was younger, I was extremely close to him.Within reason, I'll get what I want. But father is very,very strict and for that I'm blessed with a wonderful survival skills. It is not easy living here (and anywhere) alone. My father, although born and bred in Kuale Sayong...ate!!! taught us to be upfront and expressive like anak omputih however that rules only applies outside the house lah...meaning, we can only be upfront with others but with him, if you dare to back chat, pray that he will spare you his Sultan Johor's penampar.

Something happened between him and mother, he's decision at that time turned us away from him, but mother has always been fair to us and to him, and however much he has upset mother, we still love and respect him as our father.No question asked.

My father has not been his usual strong self for a while and he often talk about about passing. We think he wants it badly.Sometime, I got angry when I look back at what I have missed, the preferred opportunity that I had to let go because of him.But we have been trained not to question but to count our blessing.

I work with difficult people and sometimes difficult people have difficult parents. Difficult parents are understatement lah...kebanyakan nya. I know some who got raped, molested and abused by their father. I know some who got neglected, disown and many,many bad thing done to them by their father.Learning this, I realised that I am way much better.

Things are hard, but my father has always have best interest and good faith at heart. Morefully, I still have him around to love and to look up to.

My heart goes to those who lost their father and can only remeber them on Father's Day.

To my father, Happy Father's Day and get well soon.

All In A Day's Notes

Entry ini ada kena mengena dengan orang lain...especially Cik Evita Peroni dan Cik Wawa .

Paris 19th to 1st June 09

I baru pulang dari Paris (cehhh...kita Melayu di London musti lah berlagak...nak nak dah berbelas tahun kan?)

Trip memang last minute yang amat, Cik Evita Peroni dah kompang kata I ni mempunyai reputation Aishah (memang pun) dan trip ni ni dah berkali-kali di postponed, kerna menunggu ketibaan Ferrari Cik Wawa yang in the end, salah beli lak tu.

Sebagai frequent traveller...walaupun tak rajin ambik gambar Cik Evita Peroni oiii, konsep I bertravelling hari Jumaat lepas is that malam nya bungkus barang and habis kerja terus ber Florence-Griffith-Joyner ker St Pancras ittew. Boleh? Pukul 5.30pm train depart, pukul 5 aku masih dalam tube kat Holborn. Rasa nak tercabut gak nyawa, mana kena security check lagi.

The trip was good...infact so good that I dengan muka tak malunya nak datang lagi.Orang lain masak, buat kopi..aku bercucuk tanam dalam Farm Town, boleh? Akhlak bila duduk rumah orang tu memang takde lah...pun begitu I ni takdelah pulok tersasul memanggil laki orang 'sayang' ley? Eh Cik Evita Peroni...supik gelenyor sungguh mung! Suka tersasul kan? Dah le dulu masa berchenta...pegang tangan pun tak hengat! Teksiiii!!!! Eh, saloh..bus 95!!!!

Disebabkan ketidak efficient'an I, dengan duit pun lupa tukar, my Paris trip telah dibunga rampai kan oleh Cik Wawa.Maliewww I. Nak bus segala kena bunga rampai. Makan nasi briyani pun kena bunga rampai.Cuma sekali aje I yang bagi orang lain bunga rampai...tu pung nasib baik McD tu hambik credit card, maka merasalah Cik Evita Peroni & Encik Arsene Wenger bunga rampai I yang berupa McChicken & BigMac.

Ada lagi kejadian yang memaliewwwkan kat Gare Du Nord tu bila I nak balik ke England, tapi sebagai Melayu yang berlagak, biarlah I tak ceritakan kat sini...lainlah Cik Wawa nak kompang kan kat orang lain.

P/s..apalah khabor nya Kak Amy Search tu ye?

Note Untuk Diri Sendiri & Kawan-Kawan

Kita yg duduk diam-diam kat KL, Kat Haverhill, Kat Hull, Rotterdam or anywhere..Liverpool or Rome....anywhere alone (tetiba!!!) dengan tak pasal-pasalnya terperangkap dalam crossfire. Ye ke, or perasaan I sendiri? Maklum lah ramai betul orang yang dah terasa ni. Baca ini terasa, baca itu terasa. Hmmmm. I ni memang slow sikit, bukannya apa...kerja banyak, nak keep up dengan gossip pun susah. Now and again ada orang putih telephone I, ye lah..bila dia nampak status update orang lain dalam Facebook yang dia tak paham, bukan ke aku yang kena jadi translator nya? So, sikit banyak terambil lah tahu. Takdelah sampai nak bertelepon beremail nak tanya orang bagai...tapi kalau dah unggun api yang lain pun volunteer segala macam information tak perlu, maka 4 campur 4 jadik 8 lah kan?

Orang putih tu tanyalah...kenapalah jadi macam tu? I pun cakaplah...I pun tak tahu, but the update translate as he is surprise with so many sensitive people. Cik Putih kata..ohh ye ke? Cik Putih tanya lagi..kalau orang lain yang sensitip, kenapa dia pulak yang bertukar status setiap jam? I jawab...enough said laaa.

The lesson well learnt here is that

i) Lain kali...janganlah bagi nasihat kat orang yang tak nak dengar nasihat. Tak semua orang suka dengar nasihat pun...walaupun dia jugak yang mintak in the first place.

ii) That people not always say what they mean. Dia cakap dia tak nak makan sate..tapi sebenarnya dia nak, nak, nak makan sate. Malu lah nak tunjuk kan orang dia pelahap sate. Ikut lah resmi I dengan Kiah, kalau gi makan...Kiah dah cakap siang-siang, aku tak nak share ye. I pun begitu...I will order my own food and all this food tasting among kengkawan atas meja tu are not allowed,Ngertikkk?

iii) Lain kali, kalau ada disagreement...disagreement antara you dengan orang tu aje lah.Takyah lah nak tunjuk bukti sana-sini, apa orang tu cakap dengan you...brokbrekbrokbrek. What are you trying to achieve anyway? Communication between 2 people are private matter. This is hardly a court case that you are oblige to tunjuk bukti itu and ini.So rightly, kalau dah tahu yang kawan tu pun cepat marah, terimalah nasib kena kutuk balik, kan? As much as I hate to say this, Kak oii..you brought this all to yourself laa. Kalau you diam-diam aje hari tu, takdelah orang menghoyan cam ni sekali.

iv) Yang tukang marah tu....you already prove your point, hence explains all the self-explaination statement yang berjela-jela lah panjang nya. Read and understood. Dah la...tak payah lah nak panggil orang binatang ke, sayur ke...double decker bus ke. Ni hal kecik...you dengan orang tu, too bad it was blown out of proportion by both of you (maybe) so apahal lah orang lain pulak yang kena binatang?

Sebab posting ni pun takde moral, so takdelah moral yang boleh dipelajari dari posting ini. Lagipun yang menulisnya tak pandai...berkawan pun dengan orang yang tak pandai juga. Kita kawan dengan budak UM, Leeds-Bradford (ye ke?) and all those un prestige places people never heard about. But how is that matter? I so don't get the point, there you are hollered tak kisah, tak kisah...tak sensitive what not, but you seems to bother so much about people removing you from their list. Cik Kak, Cik Abang, orang tak nak kawan kita ke, nak remove kita ke, nak kutuk kita dalam blog dia ke..biar sajalah.Some of us don't know each other pun..so we will not be missing things that we don't have in the first place.

I never knew pulak ada orang yang dok kira berapa kawan FB dia hari-hari. Berapa kurang, berapa tambah.

Last sekali..ni nak tanya sikit...apakah fungsi nya unggun api yang seorang tu? Nama pun pelik. Tak lah macam nama kita kan, Cik Wawa. Kita tukar nama..jadi orang putih, jadi orang perongchih.Kita sendiri bayar duit Deed Poll tu. Tak mintak kat orang. Sikit hari lagi kita tukar passport ye? Alang-alang orang dah kata kita Melayu tak sedar diri, meh lah kita jadik Hasnah.

Wannekemmm!!!!

Apparently...Acceptable

I got this email from a woman, yang by reading her email is so fed up being treated like a punching bag by the boipren. 'I always thinking about ending it with him...but loves overruled every bad thing'. Kau ada rasa nak muntah tak, Kiah?

Cik Kak, kalau ni lah masalah Cik Kak...after reading this, Cik Kak boleh le buat keputusan sendiri ye? Cinta, cinta jugak Kak oii. Cinta hapa ke nama nya kalau dok nak berterajangan aje? Lagipun Cik Kak kan gilpren nya saja...bukannya bini.

Apa kata, Cik Kak bungkuslah segala kain baju (this is if you both are living together) tak pun kalau dok asing-asing, sudah lah..delete lah dia dari penglihatan Cik Kak. Pastu...Cik Kak pergilah ke Salem Power Station, beli CD The Best Of Destiny Child, and dengar lah lagu 'Survivor' sampai lebam. Nescaya Cik Kak akan terasa lapang didada.

I read in the paper about an 'executive' who beat his wife, slashed her with a knife for not making his sandwiches and then burnt her on the back with an iron because she hadn't ironed his shirt. He told the police she was a self-harmer. That's like Jackass style self-harming to iron your own back, isn't it?This 25-year-old guy, who claimed he 'couldn't remember doing it' and who earns £90,000 a year was given a £2000 fine and the judge said as she'd left him, he was unlikely to do it again. Yeah, until he meets his next wife.

Today I read about a DOCTOR who punched his wife 24 times. He earns £100,000 a year. His punishment? He had to pay her £500 compensation. Five hundred pounds. The magistrate said this caring GP had no previous convictions and was of 'good character'.Here's an experiment. Go up to stranger in the street and slash them with a knife. Beat someone to a pulp. Burn them, literally brand them for life. You will be rightly jailed. But if you 'love' the person you do it to, it's OK. It's perfectly acceptable. This harks back to years gone by when women had to obey and just get raped and beaten by their husbands and had to take it. It wasn't even illegal. I thought we'd moved on.What sort of magistrate decides a wife-beater has a good character? What sort of character must that judge have to make that call? The sort that is a fucking wife-beating and/ or kiddy-fiddler himself (because they don't like sending perverts down either). That's why they do nothing about violence against women and children, because they ALL have a hand in it. That's the only explanation I can think of. It's either that or women's lives are just considered worthless. Women's pain is just considered a by-product of marriage.Two women a week are killed by their partner in England and Wales. The message these 'sentences' spell out is that it's tough shit. Some years back they changed the system so the police could press charges against abusive husbands without the wife's consent. This was a positive step as too many wives were too scared to come forward. But what the is the point if magistrates who are so devoid from reality and emotion think a beating from the man you love is worth about five hundred quid?

Kesimpulannya Kak, blah aje lah.

Too Ugly

Or is it too vain to function? I don't have a lot of sympathy for the body dysmorphia people- it's kind of how I feel about anorexics or alcoholics, it's not a disease, it's just being neurotic x 1000 or it's a choice they've made.

You read about how some people (termasuk lah aku ni) eesh..I dah gemuk la...or ada ajelah part badan yang tak memenuhi citarasa. Sendiri buat sendiri tanggung lah kan? Bukannya kau lahir ada body deformation pun...tak! Sendiri makan nasik lemak bertambah tak hengat, pastu mulalah komplen...mak ai, manalah perginya body wash board, body Jessica Alba aku tu.

Obviously, I'm a bit harsh. But to be housebound because you think you're ugly just seems ridiculous. Walk down the street! Everyone's ugly. People are disgusting! There are some monsters out there, and they don't give a shit, bless them. Tak mandi sebulan tapi maintain macho naik bas. I rarely see anyone I think is the slightest bit good-looking (well, jantan anyway). I'll see a fanciable man once in a blue moon somewhere, but on the whole, people ming. Even celebrities who we are supposed to revere and admire are hideous. I'm sick of being told about so and so's beauty when they are just an over-paid, over-dressed, airbrushed dog. Kate Moss, who is apparently very popular with the braindead, for example, is the ropiest thing I've ever seen. I don't give a shit if she's a supermodel or half my weight: she's a hag. Don't tell me otherwise, advertising men. I won't be fooled.Anyway.

Even iklan slimming pill pun bubuh gambar pompuan size 0. Apa kejadahnya? It is more believable if you put Syanie.

I read in this blog that this girl said she spent seven hours looking in the mirror. Rendah diri lah, tak chantekkk katanya. I think dia chantekkk...(tapi chantekkk lagi Fiona Shanana) So she blog about it. What? You blog about it? Tak ke patut kau gi masuk gym? Why would you spend seven hours looking at something horrible? (Kata you lah) That's masochism. Katanya, pergi jumpa counsellor.

Sepatutnya, tok sah lah start comparing yourself to people who had a figure you could only dream of if you wasn't so addicted to hydrogenated fat. However her constant blubbing about how ugly she was just made me want to slap her. She said her eyes were different sizes and she looked like a man. It's just embarrassing that someone so good looking would be so screwed up. In fact it was offensive. People would kill to look like her. How dare she be so ungrateful! If I was her mum, I'd disown her. All I could think all the way through this show was the regrets they will have when they are older. As you get older, you just get uglier. Fatter, wrinkly.

Ish...ada gak yang jantan-jantan pun...promote tak chantekkk (since when ni kau kesah kau chantekk ke tidak) kata debab pastu hari-hari cakap makan haribo. Sajalah...nak suruh orang notice lah...orang tak chantekk tak ambik gambar diri sendiri ye tak?

One day..when they're slightly older, they'll look back at what they have written about them and think 'what a moron I was.' And if they don't? Well they are still morons. What a waste of a life. It's not an illness. Put some make up on, and go and blarrrrdy live.

Wife Swap

There's this program in Channel 4 called 'Wife Swap'. Tu dia..melayu tapi tak tengok cerita Melayu...very the berlagak sangat kan? What can I say...it has always been like that and even if I do, I am often very,very selective. Tengok siapa lah yang berlakon...suffice to say, baca blog lagi banyak drama.

I'm sure if they (TV Malaysia) could, they would copy this concept. Kang ak pasal-pasal ada pulak yang komplen..esshhh.Tak muhrim takleh dok satu rumah and why have you encourage this kind of manner/behaviour.Dah le orang berlakon main kawin-kawin cium dahi masa akad nikah pun kena komplen, apatah lagi kalau kau nak tunjuk wife swap MG & Kobau kan? (Tetiba sungguhhh!!!!)

It is always nice to see how men finally realised (took them that far, that whole embarassing process) that bini yang dah ada depan mata tapi yang lama-lama ni tak nampak (albeit dah ber size XXL) lah yang paling baik, paling terpuji..all the paling.

Ada this jantan...his wife is kaki kemas rumah, masak and all that domesticated task has always been on her ever-ready mode. Takyah suruh, bangun pagi kemas anak, buat breakfast, hantar anak sekolah all that yang tak terbuat oleh kita yang bertangan dua ni. Pikir balik, my mother have managed that all on her own.Ye..mak saya yang takde sekolah tinggi tapi mentality made in USA tu.

And this jantan (the husband of the domesticated wife) tahunya angkat kaki aje bila orang hoover, tolak pinggan aje bila lepas makan...and seluar dalam main buang cam buang puntung rokok.Tup-tup...ber swapkan bini yang set-set macam dia, dah le pemalas..kuat menjawab lak tu.

The laki (yang arrogant cam hanjing ni) described his relationship with his wife (yang ala-ala Cinderella ni) as 'like Mills and Boon' which made me laugh at the time but in a strange way it is. Certainly compared to his 'swapped' wife relationship with her gym instructor husband who seemed 25 going on 40 with the way he was treating her. Mind you, more fool her for giving up her... er, career, and being treated as a skivvy by that fat moron.

In the end, after the swap, when both couples have to face each other, the arrogant hubby summed things up very astutely when he said the gym instructor hubby was one of those men who see women as a different species. I think it's very true that there are still a huge number of men with this attitude, that women are purely there to be housewives and to shag. Mind you, women are obviously culpable in feeding this outdated stereotype. There is something profoundly lonely about a man who needs to be the macho man all the time, and leave eveything to the wife.

Of course the arrogant hubby masa nilah nak menjilat pasir pun...realised what a prick he had become and pledge to sayangilah bini anda dengan serta merta. Ye lah tuuu....and his wife, agaknya terperanjat beruk dengan transformation laki nya from Kerbau balau to suami mithali, terus lah..ohh so terharu. Kalau I lah kan..masa ni lah nak menyimbah cuka kat luka dia tu. Padan lah muka you...I yang baik-baik ni you tak pandang. And that is why I ni tak berlaki...(belum apa-apa niat dah jahat)

Lucky him, he got his 2nd chance because kalau orang lain...bini or gilpren dah terlepas kat tangan orang lain baru laaaa nak menyesal.

Question & Answer

(This is published way,way,way later.....)

My opis in Croydon is so kampungan brengsekkk! I was given a laptop and a smal opis. Okaylah...saves me from menghurung laptopku merata-rata.But opis property more than always are the lap kaki type. The laptop given to me keyboard nya pun siap dah tertanggal-tanggal.But..enough lah to get by.

The problem is, bukannya keyboard yang dah nak tercabut tu, but the access allowed on the computer itself. Mak aiii..Facebook takleh masuk. Blogspot? Langsung tak boleh. So that explain why, blog page ni dah lama mengamalkan konsep sawang.

I best keep this short. I remember one anon asked a question in my comment box about Makcik Pakiam. Pehal nya lambat ditanam?

So Encik Sekian-sekian...here's the explanation,if I am not mistaken.

If a person died of unnatural causes, the procedure is, kena ada post mortem and followed by toxicology test ke tah hapa-hapa lagi. Because she died of an apparent drug overdose, there's plenty of test need to be carried out. In the end, baru tahu kena arrested, induced by level of drugs in her blood.

Because Makcik Pakiam takde family (masa tu laaa) her case was not the priority. Ye lah..kalau takde orang push, takde lah nak rush kan? That could have explained the delay in releasing her body. This can take weeks and weeks.

Bila body dah release, we the Social Services are left with the task to contact the family. Nak contact family sometimes takes ages too...buatnya tengah meminum cocktail di Carribean Island ke ? Tak ke kena tunggu they all tu balik?

So in the end after all that drama (and penipuan dari yours truly) maka selamatlah Makcik Pakiam dikebumi.

So, harap Encik berpuas hati and semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas Makcik Pakiam ittew. Aminnnn.