I wrote someone a poem and she replied……
“The poem you wrote to me was the most beautiful but the most tragic poem anyone has ever written about me... I'm so sorry I hurt you in every different way through out the whole process. I regret it ... please don't think that I enjoy hurting people... I didn't expect things to turn out the way they did... All I could do is be honest with you about my feelings. And I definitely still do care about you and love you as a friend. Still do.... You can't believe how worried I was about your studies and welfare especially when you hardly turn up at college....”
Sigh…there goes my actual first kiss and a naughty one indeed….
Monday, May 29, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Mortal Kombat – Shaolin Monks (PS2)
A few days back I’ve just finished playing Atelier Iris 2 whereas my younger bro Ariff completed Kingdom Hearts 2. Our long awaited games such as Disgaea 2, Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII and Final Fantasy XII have not arrived yet in Malaysia.Browsing through our CD folder, we decided to play a game that my other younger bro Man couldn’t finish and it was Mortal Kombat: Shaolin Monks (MK:SM) by Midway. Liu Kang was my chosen character and the quest begins in the era or storyline of Mortal Kombat 2 (MK2).
For those who used to play MK2, the available characters can also be seen in MK:SM. The environment and 3D characters design looks good but the only sad part I can say is about Rayden the Thunder God.
For MK fans, Rayden is a serious yet cool character with godly powers yet unable to help Earth Realm warriors at a full level. In this game, his character attitude/behaviour remains true however his 3D face looks awfully funny. He has a ‘kerek’ and ‘cacat’ face that a psycho would truly love…….hahahah.
Currently at a stage battling with Barakka, I’m still not sure whether could go any further from this game point. One thing about me is that I’m not a fan of ‘button-mashing’ games but sometimes I do play them for the sake of enjoyment. Before I do battle with Barakka, there are places that require me to press the x-button plenty of times just to achieve an objective before I could move on. I don’t mind at first till I met with Barakka and the only way to defeat him is to press the x-button vigorously.
In MK:SM, this button-mashing sequence happens when you hear the sound “TEST YOUR MIGHT!”. A meter comes out on your left screen showing the peak level that you need to reach before the time expires (if only I have a screenshot of it). If you stop, the rising bar will go down and you have to start all over again. As the game progresses, the peak level goes higher and the time given to reach when I fought with Barakka was ten seconds. I have tried three times to defeat him and my fingers gets tired of it.
Oh well there are things to do besides PS2 right …………………….
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Moving On
15 May 2006, a day when everything changes from black to grey and possibly to blinding white. My boss told me that I’ll be transferred to another department within my current division with the same everything (salary & job level) except for job scope.
I will no longer be doing HR stuff but more towards my workplace building and security systems. Till now I only have a rough idea what is the job is all about by looking through the job description that was made in 2002 (gaaawd!). I’m going to meet my future boss somewhere next week to know more about the job.
Told my parents about it and the response was kinda weird with dad being supportive and mom with her daze and worry looks. As usual dad will tell the benefits of job rotation and how well it can make your experience and resume look good. I know what my mom is thinking but rest assured she too knows how I feel. The next early morning, on a sofa closing my eyes with the fan blowing behind me, waiting for the oat drink to cool down, my mom just finished her ‘subuh’ prayers sat next to me and said “Don’t worry just be positive and open minded”. I was so sleepy and my answer was “ergh..ok..”. Hahaha…I am so cold indeed…
With a new working environment and uncertain future, I told myself to change in many ways such being a bit lively (too silent), an aggressive organiser (too lazy), go for workout often (lazy level 2) and much much more towards a positive attitude.
So friends and relatives, changes will happen and hopefully is the good for all human and ghost kind.
I got this gif from someone’s signature in a forum and hopefully he doesn’t mind…hehehe. The general public won’t understand it except to the eyes of the gamers….
I will no longer be doing HR stuff but more towards my workplace building and security systems. Till now I only have a rough idea what is the job is all about by looking through the job description that was made in 2002 (gaaawd!). I’m going to meet my future boss somewhere next week to know more about the job.
Told my parents about it and the response was kinda weird with dad being supportive and mom with her daze and worry looks. As usual dad will tell the benefits of job rotation and how well it can make your experience and resume look good. I know what my mom is thinking but rest assured she too knows how I feel. The next early morning, on a sofa closing my eyes with the fan blowing behind me, waiting for the oat drink to cool down, my mom just finished her ‘subuh’ prayers sat next to me and said “Don’t worry just be positive and open minded”. I was so sleepy and my answer was “ergh..ok..”. Hahaha…I am so cold indeed…
With a new working environment and uncertain future, I told myself to change in many ways such being a bit lively (too silent), an aggressive organiser (too lazy), go for workout often (lazy level 2) and much much more towards a positive attitude.
So friends and relatives, changes will happen and hopefully is the good for all human and ghost kind.
I got this gif from someone’s signature in a forum and hopefully he doesn’t mind…hehehe. The general public won’t understand it except to the eyes of the gamers….
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Chinese New Year Week
Saturday
Those who celebrated the festive occasion had family gatherings and enjoyed themselves a nice CNY eve dinner. I on the other hand had a nice BBQ dinner at my godmother’s house in TTDI.
She hired some caterer’s and the food was truly excellent plus some other foods brought by her friends and relatives. The house located at the hilltop with a beautiful garden truly made the night interesting. Family and friends gather together remembering the good old days however I on the other hand was talking to my siblings and Raz about games, computers, handphones and latest technologies.
Thanked her for the dinner and a nice evening.
Sunday
Previously Uncle Njah, the youngest child among my dad’s siblings invited the whole Kushari Clan for a family picnic at Taman Bukit Jalil. So that morning we all met somewhere near the man made lake and set up the table with the food we brought.
There were all sorts of food such as sandwiches, pancakes, fried macaroni, friend meehon (my favourite), nasi lemak and of course mandarin oranges. With six families enjoying their picnic, you might imagine how the atmosphere would be like with adults talking and kids playing.
I spent my time reading the newspapers and playing UNO with my cousins. Believe or not, even my mom join in to play with us with some help of course. Dad made an announcement that on the 2nd or 3rd day of Hari Raya, all the ‘keturunan’ of Tn. Haji Abdul Malek will have a grand Raya gathering at Bagan Dato, Perak. As everyone heard the good news, Uncle Njah volunteered to contribute anything related with IT such as sending emails, workgroups and prints. Auntie Ain on the other hand offered to supply corporate gifts for the event.
We stayed till like 12:30 noon with the sun beaming from above yet the shades of tree gave us comfort.
Monday – Wednesday
The only thing I remembered about these three days are eating Yee Sang, cleaning up my room, shopping for new office clothes and brought myself two graphic novels.
Thursday
The day felt like I was traveling from Perlis to Johor Bahru in a day and stopping only for lunch and toilet break. Kuala Lumpur was on a holiday and Selangor reports back to its normal working day.
In the morning, I went to Terminal 2, Subang to renew my passport but ended up going home late afternoon. Arrived at 8.30 am, queued up with the rest of those who came and formed a long ‘S’ shape from the counter to the cafeteria. Manage to get my number by 12:30 noon and got myself some drinks from the cafeteria. The counters reopens at 2.00 pm and I had to wait for 100 people before I could give my completed form.
Waiting while watching RTM, heard my number and went to the specific counter to pass the form. Time was 5.35 pm and she told me to wait a little more as I need to pay at another counter. Gave her a smile and went to my seat while waiting for my number to be called again.
Completed the whole passport renewal process and felt relieved that it is over. Finally!!!
Friday
Did not applied for leave therefore I came to work but still having the holiday mood. Working as usual but with a slow pace due to the laziness and quiet environment. Just can’t wait to go back home and get ready to go KL that night.
Jon Poh, one of my old college friends, invited the rest and me for a small gathering at Luna Bar located on top of Pan Global building. Since he is working in Australia and back to Malaysia for Chinese New Year, he plans to catch up with everyone that he knows plus introducing his friend Simon from UK.
Our night out at Luna Bar was full of style with smooth ambience, cool music and majestic sceneries. Unfortunately, no one brought his or her camera except for May but hers has no flash function (lomo purposes). We talked all night long till midnight when the time for us to make a move arises.
Later on we walked to a mamak restaurant located behind Hotel Istana and get ourselves a late night supper. We ate, talk and bid farewell to each other before going back home for a good night sleep.
A good night out to remember…. for myself of course.
Saturday
Errr…house cleaning and playing Ominusha the latest edition.
Closure
I know there a few details missed out in this post and only those who were around me during those days knew what happened. Let’s keep it that way and as someone I know would say “What happens in the xxxxxxx, stays in the xxxxxxxx”…..shhhhhh.
Those who celebrated the festive occasion had family gatherings and enjoyed themselves a nice CNY eve dinner. I on the other hand had a nice BBQ dinner at my godmother’s house in TTDI.
She hired some caterer’s and the food was truly excellent plus some other foods brought by her friends and relatives. The house located at the hilltop with a beautiful garden truly made the night interesting. Family and friends gather together remembering the good old days however I on the other hand was talking to my siblings and Raz about games, computers, handphones and latest technologies.
Thanked her for the dinner and a nice evening.
Sunday
Previously Uncle Njah, the youngest child among my dad’s siblings invited the whole Kushari Clan for a family picnic at Taman Bukit Jalil. So that morning we all met somewhere near the man made lake and set up the table with the food we brought.
There were all sorts of food such as sandwiches, pancakes, fried macaroni, friend meehon (my favourite), nasi lemak and of course mandarin oranges. With six families enjoying their picnic, you might imagine how the atmosphere would be like with adults talking and kids playing.
I spent my time reading the newspapers and playing UNO with my cousins. Believe or not, even my mom join in to play with us with some help of course. Dad made an announcement that on the 2nd or 3rd day of Hari Raya, all the ‘keturunan’ of Tn. Haji Abdul Malek will have a grand Raya gathering at Bagan Dato, Perak. As everyone heard the good news, Uncle Njah volunteered to contribute anything related with IT such as sending emails, workgroups and prints. Auntie Ain on the other hand offered to supply corporate gifts for the event.
We stayed till like 12:30 noon with the sun beaming from above yet the shades of tree gave us comfort.
Monday – Wednesday
The only thing I remembered about these three days are eating Yee Sang, cleaning up my room, shopping for new office clothes and brought myself two graphic novels.
Thursday
The day felt like I was traveling from Perlis to Johor Bahru in a day and stopping only for lunch and toilet break. Kuala Lumpur was on a holiday and Selangor reports back to its normal working day.
In the morning, I went to Terminal 2, Subang to renew my passport but ended up going home late afternoon. Arrived at 8.30 am, queued up with the rest of those who came and formed a long ‘S’ shape from the counter to the cafeteria. Manage to get my number by 12:30 noon and got myself some drinks from the cafeteria. The counters reopens at 2.00 pm and I had to wait for 100 people before I could give my completed form.
Waiting while watching RTM, heard my number and went to the specific counter to pass the form. Time was 5.35 pm and she told me to wait a little more as I need to pay at another counter. Gave her a smile and went to my seat while waiting for my number to be called again.
Completed the whole passport renewal process and felt relieved that it is over. Finally!!!
Friday
Did not applied for leave therefore I came to work but still having the holiday mood. Working as usual but with a slow pace due to the laziness and quiet environment. Just can’t wait to go back home and get ready to go KL that night.
Jon Poh, one of my old college friends, invited the rest and me for a small gathering at Luna Bar located on top of Pan Global building. Since he is working in Australia and back to Malaysia for Chinese New Year, he plans to catch up with everyone that he knows plus introducing his friend Simon from UK.
Our night out at Luna Bar was full of style with smooth ambience, cool music and majestic sceneries. Unfortunately, no one brought his or her camera except for May but hers has no flash function (lomo purposes). We talked all night long till midnight when the time for us to make a move arises.
Later on we walked to a mamak restaurant located behind Hotel Istana and get ourselves a late night supper. We ate, talk and bid farewell to each other before going back home for a good night sleep.
A good night out to remember…. for myself of course.
Saturday
Errr…house cleaning and playing Ominusha the latest edition.
Closure
I know there a few details missed out in this post and only those who were around me during those days knew what happened. Let’s keep it that way and as someone I know would say “What happens in the xxxxxxx, stays in the xxxxxxxx”…..shhhhhh.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Dua Ribu Enam
One day more and it will be a global celebration with people gathering at homes, hotspots and special events. Those who are well fed and financially secured enjoy themselves and wishing next year will be much more prosperous for them. The poor on the other hand might stay in their humble homes yet celebrate with what god has provided for them.
I’m not being rude or sarcastic whatsoever but it just that sometimes you have to think for others and not only yourself. Honestly one of my weaknesses is that I have a high empathy level which is quite good and bad at different situations. Yet living in the world with hidden sins and vendettas somehow felt like I’m part of a certain minority group that might not even exist.
Hahaha…. why am I being so negative suddenly when a new year is coming with new hopes and dreams. Dad would say, “Always think positive and something good will happen in your life” and indeed it does happen sometimes. I apologize for my negative mindset but as always those who know me, know me well.
Being the eldest sibling and the sole breadwinner (maybe), freedom is not endless but limit in certain ways. Dad and mom have ask how am I going to celebrate my new year and my answer as usual was “I’m not sure but I’ll tell you later”. They’re answer to my statement will be normal advices given to a child who has protective parents. This culture is actually a norm in my family even since college days. Just going out with friends and coming back late (after 2 a.m.) with me being 26 years old sometimes makes them worried too much. Guess this is what being a good parent is all about and I totally agree with it. Gee…. I do sound like an ‘anak manja’ which I certainly hope not. Yet I appreciate their concerns even with all the annoying moments I have been through with them. Life can’t be normal unless you have someone to praise or irritate.
To my relatives and friends, far and near, good and evil, alive and dead, rich and poor, wishing you a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!
*Mental note to self, need to get a digital camera and take good shots
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Death On The Hospital Floor
Last night during dinner with my parents, mom informed us that our uncle (son of my grand aunt who is my grandma’s elder sister) from Johor Bahru (JB) passed away that afternoon. She got the news from my grandma and we ask how did it happen. This is how the explanation goes….
My uncle from JB came to Putrajaya with his wife to celebrate Raya at their friends/relative place. It happened after lunch hour when the whole left part of his upper body (fingers, hand, arm & etc.) was numb. Not knowing what has happened to himself he quickly drove to the Putrajaya Hospital for medical attention.
According to my grandma, no one was available to attend to his needs. This part got me thinking whether most of the staff was still on Raya holiday or the service was insufficient.
While sitting and waiting (for a long time) to be attended, he started to feel a minor pain on his back. Feeling that his condition is not that critical, told my aunt that he wants to perform the Asar prayers. She forbids him to go and ask to sit for a while more while someone come and check on him. Being a person who does not miss his prayers insisted that he leaves the waiting area and go for prayers. My aunt accompanied him to take air sembahyang when suddenly he fell to the ground. She was shocked and disbelieved at what happened.
She was told that her husband had a sudden major stroke and died on the spot....
May Allah forgive his sins, widens his resting place like the gardens in Heaven and be placed among those who are piety in the eyes of Allah when akhirat comes. Amin.
Sometimes it makes me wonder.
My uncle from JB came to Putrajaya with his wife to celebrate Raya at their friends/relative place. It happened after lunch hour when the whole left part of his upper body (fingers, hand, arm & etc.) was numb. Not knowing what has happened to himself he quickly drove to the Putrajaya Hospital for medical attention.
According to my grandma, no one was available to attend to his needs. This part got me thinking whether most of the staff was still on Raya holiday or the service was insufficient.
While sitting and waiting (for a long time) to be attended, he started to feel a minor pain on his back. Feeling that his condition is not that critical, told my aunt that he wants to perform the Asar prayers. She forbids him to go and ask to sit for a while more while someone come and check on him. Being a person who does not miss his prayers insisted that he leaves the waiting area and go for prayers. My aunt accompanied him to take air sembahyang when suddenly he fell to the ground. She was shocked and disbelieved at what happened.
She was told that her husband had a sudden major stroke and died on the spot....
May Allah forgive his sins, widens his resting place like the gardens in Heaven and be placed among those who are piety in the eyes of Allah when akhirat comes. Amin.
Sometimes it makes me wonder.
- Where there actually no one attended to his needs?
- Did he already know the sickness he had but did not want the wife to know?
- Did he die because of the hospital’s inefficiency?
Sigh, I just have to let it go and get on my life with the living.
"Death recognizes your soul but not the deeds you have done"…..stvamp
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Sehari Sebelum Deepavali (31 Oct 05)
Morning
Woke up late due to the fact that I returned home after Subuh from Ghufran Mosque and slept at 7.30 am. I was doing the iktikaf the day before as certain Muslims will do during the fasting month. Still with my Bermuda shorts and white pagoda t-shirt, switched on the PS2 and play Resident Evil 4. The game play is kind of stiff but its storyline makes it worthwhile for those avid fans of Resident Evil series.
Planned to do some certain stuff after lunch before going back to Mom’s hometown in Johor Bahru (JB) on Deepavali day.
After Lunch
Feeling to give angpau money during Raya day, went to The Curve to check the ATM machines but it was packed. Since I’m already at The Curve, might as well visit MPH Bookstore to get myself a Dean Koontz (DK) book as I usually do once in three months or less. Recently I’ve just finished reading DK’s second book on the title Dean Koontz: Frankenstein and can’t wait for the next one to be published.
Browsing through the books and only found two DK’s title which I’ve ready own and read like a year ago. Alternatively decided to get myself two Japanese graphic novels/manga for my reading pleasure during my holiday week in JB.
Thinking of where to cut my hair, Man (my lil bro) suggested that I go to his favourite barbershop located near the TTDI mosque. Asked him why must it be that place and he answered because of their excellent service (yeah right!?). Just to try something new, I went to the barbershop and got myself a decent haircut. Instructed the person the kind of haircut I wanted and also asked for a shave on my facial hair. There was this row of pictures with headshots of men with different hairstyles and one of it actually looks like Andy’s (Dino’s lil bro) hairstyle. If I was Andy’s fan, I’ll be saying “Andy cuts his hair here ??? I too want that hairstyle. He looks so dashing and cute !!!”. Hahaha…
Paid the guy for my haircut and went out to buy some drinks next door (kedai runcit) for berbuka puasa tonight. My gaming friends and me plan to berbuka at a new place in Subang Jaya. Knowing today was a working day and expecting the normal KL jam, it could be that we will have a pre-berbuka in the car before the main dinner course.
Upon reaching home, feeling a minor itch at my jaw skin area, realized that the barber did not done a good job in sense of shaving. Due to his could be blunt blade, unskillful method or just plain lazy, not only my skin turned red but it was not clean shaved. I should have check before I left the place yet I was too blur to understand that.
After 5.30 PM
After Nazri and me picked up Anri, we had a change of plans and decided to berbuka at the famous satay Kajang restaurant near Uptown. We ordered some ala carte dish and a few satay sticks. Thinking of enjoying a fine dinner with friends, something went wrong. At first when the satay arrives at our table, there was no kuah included so I thought maybe they would send it later. Then we notice tables with no patrons (booked table) were served satay and kuah (in a big bowl of course..) on top of them. Called the waiter and ask about our kuah and said that it will be given shortly.
After a few minutes, we still did not get our kuah and Anri starts to stare at the waiters (walking around serving people but not us..) with his anger look. While he keeps on staring at them, Nazri and me told him to eat his rice but he insists the kuah to arrive first before he can enjoy his meal. The table behind Nazri was enjoying their satay meal and asked for another bowl of kuah and yes they got it like 2 minutes after that. Patrons of the booked table as I mentioned earlier still has not arrived yet. Anri gave a remark that if in certain minutes we did not get our kuah, his going to that booked table and take their bowl (his dead serious). Finally the kuah came and everything starts to cool down for Anri of course.
After Dinner
We went to a newly renovated cyber café behind Anri’s house and enjoyed ourselves an international battle net gaming experience. I thought Anri was the only one got mad that night when suddenly I heard Nazri cursing on something. I don’t know why but every time Nazri plays WC3:DoTA, other players intend to target him most of the time. Could it be he was using Kel-Thu-Zad (Ice Nuker) ???? Maybe ……
Later on Anri went back home alone as me and Nazri met up with Rozaimi at Medan Selera Idaman restaurant near my housing area for a quick drink and supper. My mom called and asked when I’ll be back (the staying with parents effect) as the whole family might be leaving to JB after sahur. We salamz and greeted Selamat Hari Raya to each other before we ended our conversation.
After Supper
Reach home and go to sleep lar !!!
Woke up late due to the fact that I returned home after Subuh from Ghufran Mosque and slept at 7.30 am. I was doing the iktikaf the day before as certain Muslims will do during the fasting month. Still with my Bermuda shorts and white pagoda t-shirt, switched on the PS2 and play Resident Evil 4. The game play is kind of stiff but its storyline makes it worthwhile for those avid fans of Resident Evil series.
Planned to do some certain stuff after lunch before going back to Mom’s hometown in Johor Bahru (JB) on Deepavali day.
After Lunch
Feeling to give angpau money during Raya day, went to The Curve to check the ATM machines but it was packed. Since I’m already at The Curve, might as well visit MPH Bookstore to get myself a Dean Koontz (DK) book as I usually do once in three months or less. Recently I’ve just finished reading DK’s second book on the title Dean Koontz: Frankenstein and can’t wait for the next one to be published.
Browsing through the books and only found two DK’s title which I’ve ready own and read like a year ago. Alternatively decided to get myself two Japanese graphic novels/manga for my reading pleasure during my holiday week in JB.
Thinking of where to cut my hair, Man (my lil bro) suggested that I go to his favourite barbershop located near the TTDI mosque. Asked him why must it be that place and he answered because of their excellent service (yeah right!?). Just to try something new, I went to the barbershop and got myself a decent haircut. Instructed the person the kind of haircut I wanted and also asked for a shave on my facial hair. There was this row of pictures with headshots of men with different hairstyles and one of it actually looks like Andy’s (Dino’s lil bro) hairstyle. If I was Andy’s fan, I’ll be saying “Andy cuts his hair here ??? I too want that hairstyle. He looks so dashing and cute !!!”. Hahaha…
Paid the guy for my haircut and went out to buy some drinks next door (kedai runcit) for berbuka puasa tonight. My gaming friends and me plan to berbuka at a new place in Subang Jaya. Knowing today was a working day and expecting the normal KL jam, it could be that we will have a pre-berbuka in the car before the main dinner course.
Upon reaching home, feeling a minor itch at my jaw skin area, realized that the barber did not done a good job in sense of shaving. Due to his could be blunt blade, unskillful method or just plain lazy, not only my skin turned red but it was not clean shaved. I should have check before I left the place yet I was too blur to understand that.
After 5.30 PM
After Nazri and me picked up Anri, we had a change of plans and decided to berbuka at the famous satay Kajang restaurant near Uptown. We ordered some ala carte dish and a few satay sticks. Thinking of enjoying a fine dinner with friends, something went wrong. At first when the satay arrives at our table, there was no kuah included so I thought maybe they would send it later. Then we notice tables with no patrons (booked table) were served satay and kuah (in a big bowl of course..) on top of them. Called the waiter and ask about our kuah and said that it will be given shortly.
After a few minutes, we still did not get our kuah and Anri starts to stare at the waiters (walking around serving people but not us..) with his anger look. While he keeps on staring at them, Nazri and me told him to eat his rice but he insists the kuah to arrive first before he can enjoy his meal. The table behind Nazri was enjoying their satay meal and asked for another bowl of kuah and yes they got it like 2 minutes after that. Patrons of the booked table as I mentioned earlier still has not arrived yet. Anri gave a remark that if in certain minutes we did not get our kuah, his going to that booked table and take their bowl (his dead serious). Finally the kuah came and everything starts to cool down for Anri of course.
After Dinner
We went to a newly renovated cyber café behind Anri’s house and enjoyed ourselves an international battle net gaming experience. I thought Anri was the only one got mad that night when suddenly I heard Nazri cursing on something. I don’t know why but every time Nazri plays WC3:DoTA, other players intend to target him most of the time. Could it be he was using Kel-Thu-Zad (Ice Nuker) ???? Maybe ……
Later on Anri went back home alone as me and Nazri met up with Rozaimi at Medan Selera Idaman restaurant near my housing area for a quick drink and supper. My mom called and asked when I’ll be back (the staying with parents effect) as the whole family might be leaving to JB after sahur. We salamz and greeted Selamat Hari Raya to each other before we ended our conversation.
After Supper
Reach home and go to sleep lar !!!
Friday, October 28, 2005
Cozens
Last week me, my brothers (man & riff) with the cozens (inaz, jwa, dia & mar) went out for a late night supper/drink at Hartamas Square and invited a Brazilian girl to come along with us. She had a very unique name that I myself can’t even pronounce it properly due to my non-sophisticated tongue. Dia who introduced her to us said that we should just call her Esah for short.
On that night before yumchar at Hartamas, the Kushairi Clan had a Berbuka Puasa potluck family gathering, which consists of local and foreign foods. I only ate the pizzas and hotdogs while at the same time missing out the tasty lauk pauks. Our stomach was so full that we had to wait a little longer for the prayers to start. With my uncle from Ipoh as bilal and my dad as the imam, the prayer starts and ended with the salamz.
As usual we cozens will find a good spot and have our usual talks, gossips and latest updates. That’s where Esah comes in and tells us that she is a fan of Mawi (hmmm…) and likes to stay in Ipoh a lot (ahhh...). Our conversation was a mix of English and Malay language yet Esah was able to understand gradually on what were saying. We talked about skin complexion (hahaha…), martial art classes (posers?), transvestites (dear gawd!), chinese looks (yunan genes?), holidays (islands…) and shisha (fruity smoke..). Esah suggested we go somewhere for shisha since she has never tried it before and that’s how we ended up in Hartamas Square.
A note to Natasha, actually I wanted to go to Uncle Don for shisha but the cozens preferred the Square furthermore it was packed and so if you’re reading this, don’t be merajuk yea. Next time I’ll invite them to your place but could you sms me your new number for future usage. Thanks…
Anyway after finding a good spot to sit, we ordered for two shisha (peach & strawberry), drinks and food. Looking at Esah sucking up the smoke and then exhaling it with a certain facial expression reminds me of college days. The difference here is that my friends were getting high on weed and everyone at that time had different facial expressions. Hahaha…it was damn funny.
For me the peach flavored shisha tasted like minyak kapak but gradually it tasted so good that I suck it continuously without any long breaks (maybe a minute or less). I felt kind of blur as my head gently sways left and right. Knowing that I’ve already in such a state, stopped and told myself that’s enough for today.
Mar looking at a table nearby us commented why certain adorable KL girls’ ends up with guys who look like tongkang pecah. I think since his from Ipoh maybe majority of couples there all have the ngam-ngam looks (babe with hunk) or not. Well everyone deserves their own opinions but for me it could be their personalities or wealth that attract the girls.
Time to go back and we salam as usual like relatives do with Esah staring at us with one kind. She felt awkward looking at our traditional salam and insisted to join in. We waved goodbye and will be seeing again for Hari Raya.
"If you marry me, would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end?"…….Chemical Romance
On that night before yumchar at Hartamas, the Kushairi Clan had a Berbuka Puasa potluck family gathering, which consists of local and foreign foods. I only ate the pizzas and hotdogs while at the same time missing out the tasty lauk pauks. Our stomach was so full that we had to wait a little longer for the prayers to start. With my uncle from Ipoh as bilal and my dad as the imam, the prayer starts and ended with the salamz.
As usual we cozens will find a good spot and have our usual talks, gossips and latest updates. That’s where Esah comes in and tells us that she is a fan of Mawi (hmmm…) and likes to stay in Ipoh a lot (ahhh...). Our conversation was a mix of English and Malay language yet Esah was able to understand gradually on what were saying. We talked about skin complexion (hahaha…), martial art classes (posers?), transvestites (dear gawd!), chinese looks (yunan genes?), holidays (islands…) and shisha (fruity smoke..). Esah suggested we go somewhere for shisha since she has never tried it before and that’s how we ended up in Hartamas Square.
A note to Natasha, actually I wanted to go to Uncle Don for shisha but the cozens preferred the Square furthermore it was packed and so if you’re reading this, don’t be merajuk yea. Next time I’ll invite them to your place but could you sms me your new number for future usage. Thanks…
Anyway after finding a good spot to sit, we ordered for two shisha (peach & strawberry), drinks and food. Looking at Esah sucking up the smoke and then exhaling it with a certain facial expression reminds me of college days. The difference here is that my friends were getting high on weed and everyone at that time had different facial expressions. Hahaha…it was damn funny.
For me the peach flavored shisha tasted like minyak kapak but gradually it tasted so good that I suck it continuously without any long breaks (maybe a minute or less). I felt kind of blur as my head gently sways left and right. Knowing that I’ve already in such a state, stopped and told myself that’s enough for today.
Mar looking at a table nearby us commented why certain adorable KL girls’ ends up with guys who look like tongkang pecah. I think since his from Ipoh maybe majority of couples there all have the ngam-ngam looks (babe with hunk) or not. Well everyone deserves their own opinions but for me it could be their personalities or wealth that attract the girls.
Time to go back and we salam as usual like relatives do with Esah staring at us with one kind. She felt awkward looking at our traditional salam and insisted to join in. We waved goodbye and will be seeing again for Hari Raya.
"If you marry me, would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end?"…….Chemical Romance
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
First Day Berpuasa
Is lunch now and I’m supposed to do my work but instead occupying myself posting in this blog. Shhhh…
Actually every ‘puasa’ month, those who work during lunchtime gets to go back home an hour earlier than the actual time. Currently listening to ‘Chemical Romance’ as I type thinking which mosque should I go for ‘Terawih’ tonight.
During my wonder years in Damansara Jaya, I’ll surely be going to the Mujahideen Mosque (hope the spelling is right) at Damansara Utama. Nowadays with me living near Ikano, Ghufran Mosque would likely be my prayer spot till the new mosque near my housing area is fully ‘usable’. Hopefully tonight Ghufran Mosque will provide ice cream and black coffee after prayers. (Got to get the ice cream first before the kiddies do!..grrr)
‘Puasa’ month comes once a year and it has a deep meaning to certain Muslims in the whole wide world. As for me, besides the religious reasons, ‘puasa’ month is the time to understand people’s hardships, meet old school friends, strengthen the relative bond, lose certain weight and lastly preparing my money for Hari Raya. (Ahem…cozens, state the number of siblings you have in a precise manner…exclude those who are married please..)
A little bit of hunger resides in my stomach but that is a small part of what ‘puasa’ is all about. Till then is back to work for me now….
“Sabar itu adalah separuh daripada iman”….certainly not by stvamp
Actually every ‘puasa’ month, those who work during lunchtime gets to go back home an hour earlier than the actual time. Currently listening to ‘Chemical Romance’ as I type thinking which mosque should I go for ‘Terawih’ tonight.
During my wonder years in Damansara Jaya, I’ll surely be going to the Mujahideen Mosque (hope the spelling is right) at Damansara Utama. Nowadays with me living near Ikano, Ghufran Mosque would likely be my prayer spot till the new mosque near my housing area is fully ‘usable’. Hopefully tonight Ghufran Mosque will provide ice cream and black coffee after prayers. (Got to get the ice cream first before the kiddies do!..grrr)
‘Puasa’ month comes once a year and it has a deep meaning to certain Muslims in the whole wide world. As for me, besides the religious reasons, ‘puasa’ month is the time to understand people’s hardships, meet old school friends, strengthen the relative bond, lose certain weight and lastly preparing my money for Hari Raya. (Ahem…cozens, state the number of siblings you have in a precise manner…exclude those who are married please..)
A little bit of hunger resides in my stomach but that is a small part of what ‘puasa’ is all about. Till then is back to work for me now….
“Sabar itu adalah separuh daripada iman”….certainly not by stvamp
Friday, September 23, 2005
Must See Movie !!!
Hahaha...mira is going to kill me for this. Anyway credits goes to miracle child (may) for the excellent artwork.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Table Talk 001
I know it has been long but work have been tough on me this few months. The title 'Table Talk' is meant for any post that relates to a 'mamak' or 'brother/sister' eatery place session that took place for more than 2 to 4 hours. With continuous flow of orders (food/drinks) plus the laughter's of different personalities.
On 5th of Sep 2005, went out with the 'Creative' gang for a table talk session at a place next to the Pasar Besar TTDI. This creative gang mostly consists of 3 guys and 2 gurls also known as the 'Nimrods'. I'll tell you about this gang on some other post later.
Anyway that night we invited some old friends of ours to join in the session that was Greg, Tim and JonnyLow. Mira who is part of the Nimrods brought along her boyfriend Johnny.
Usually within the nimrods group, we mostly talk about work, close friends, ex bf/gf and the days during our college years. On that night it was more towards updates on old friends of another friend of a friend which is not my friend.. (confusing isn't it), bitching on somebody and the 'DVD and Ice Cream' party.
The discussion was quite interesting and people around us DO notice our LOUD laughs but who cares as long we're having a great time. Actually I can write the whole detail of the 3 and a half hours discussion but it might be to long for this post (got work to do). At the end of it all with me having a stomach ache (indomie goreng+roti bakar+barli ais+nescafe ais), it is decided that the party will be held at a hotel where the fridge might not fit the whole load of ice cream. Some even offered to bring Vodka and Orange Juice (mix both please) for the party.
I know certain of my Muslim friends are gonna 'bang' me on this but if they knew my behavior well, no 'sins' will happen. You can trust me on this and even the Nimrods understands my social life style (hehehe...I think).
"Having friends of both worlds, creates a wonderful balance but true friends are the one that keeps you alive" .... stvamp
On 5th of Sep 2005, went out with the 'Creative' gang for a table talk session at a place next to the Pasar Besar TTDI. This creative gang mostly consists of 3 guys and 2 gurls also known as the 'Nimrods'. I'll tell you about this gang on some other post later.
Anyway that night we invited some old friends of ours to join in the session that was Greg, Tim and JonnyLow. Mira who is part of the Nimrods brought along her boyfriend Johnny.
Usually within the nimrods group, we mostly talk about work, close friends, ex bf/gf and the days during our college years. On that night it was more towards updates on old friends of another friend of a friend which is not my friend.. (confusing isn't it), bitching on somebody and the 'DVD and Ice Cream' party.
The discussion was quite interesting and people around us DO notice our LOUD laughs but who cares as long we're having a great time. Actually I can write the whole detail of the 3 and a half hours discussion but it might be to long for this post (got work to do). At the end of it all with me having a stomach ache (indomie goreng+roti bakar+barli ais+nescafe ais), it is decided that the party will be held at a hotel where the fridge might not fit the whole load of ice cream. Some even offered to bring Vodka and Orange Juice (mix both please) for the party.
I know certain of my Muslim friends are gonna 'bang' me on this but if they knew my behavior well, no 'sins' will happen. You can trust me on this and even the Nimrods understands my social life style (hehehe...I think).
"Having friends of both worlds, creates a wonderful balance but true friends are the one that keeps you alive" .... stvamp
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