Monday, June 22, 2009
Episode 1
“ Kadang aku cemburukan Anissa dengan Lek Kudori nya. Lek
belajar sampai ke Universiti Al-Azhar, Lek hormat Anissa sebagai seorang wanita,
Lek tolong goreng tempe bila Anissa masak sayur, Lek kemas meja bila Anissa
senduk nasi, Lek benarkan Anissa menggapai cita-cita dengan sokongan padu. Aku tau 'Too
good to be true' tapi aku tetap yakin masih wujud manusia seperti Lek dalam dunia
yang dalam penuh kebingungan indentiti ini kan? Langsung aku teringat kepada
Bang Ridzuan, namanya mirip Malaikat yang menjaga Syurga, wajahnya yang jernih
dan bersih menenangkan sesiapa yang melihatnya; umur aku 11 tahun ketika aku
bertemu dengannya. Bicaranya halus, sangat menghormati wanita tidak mengira
usia. Untuk seketika aku merasa bahagia saat itu, saat di mana ada lelaki dalam
linkungan perkumpulan manusia yang sudi berbicara sama aku, tentang apa yang
baik dan apa yang buruk, tentang betapa pandainya aku bersekolah. Aku terus
berharap untuk berjumpa Bang Ridzuan lagi suatu hari nanti. Bang Ridzuan pergi
ke Jordan, menuntut ilmu Agama di bumi para Anbia tetapi Bang Ridzuan tidak
kembali. Dia tewas kerana barah, ternyata Allah memang sayangkan orang yang
baik-baik dan lansung dia dipanggil semula ke sana mengadapNya. Aku
benar-benar merasa kehilangan…
Mungkin benar kenyataan adik bila dia kata ‘mungkin
jodohmu sudah tiada kak, sudah mati' Lansung aku segera
teringat pada Abang Ridzuan. Dialah Lek Kudori ku… dia mungkin seorang yang
dapat melindungi aku, dapat membawa aku ke jalan yang benar dan dapat
membahagiakan aku. Aku menghela nafas panjang yang agak kuat hingga kata ‘sayang
sekali’ keluar dari mulutku sendiri, sampai semua memandang ke arah aku; saat
aku melayang jauh di balik bangunan-bangunan tinggi Kuala Lumpur di meja makan
Starbucks, ketika aku menunggu seeorang yang tak kunjung tiba. Keadaan yang
sedikit aib itu mengingatkan aku, sememangnya aku tidak harus ditinggalkan
sendirian! Langsung aku marah pada teman yang sering tidak pernah tepat waktu.
Menanti memang menyeksakan!”
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Prologue
“Aku belum sempurna sebagai tunggak semenjak kepala keluarga
bernama ayah pergi, walau pada firasatku, telah ku cuba sebaiknya. Sebaliknya,
aku menarik kedua adikku sama berkorban, sama berhempas pulas membantu
membahagiakan Ibu di saat mereka sudah punya kehidupan sendiri yang perlu
dipertimbangkan. Kerana dalam menjalani hidup bersama Ibu seterusnya, tiada yang
lebih penting selain membiarkannya sentiasa bahagia tanpa seorang suami. Satu
sahaja yang ku mahu sekarang ini, supaya perkahwinan boleh membebaskan mereka
dari tanggungjawab 100% terhadap Ibu. Yang satu telah menjalani kehidupan
berumahtangga, tetapi aku masih belum berhenti memohon bantuannya setiap kali
aku kesempitan. Aku malu yang tidak terhingga sampai saat ini. Apa agaknya lagi
harus kulakukan untuk mengubah takdir mereka. Seorang lagi ku harap boleh ke
jinjang pelamin secepat mungkin, supaya dia dapat pergi jauh, bahagia bersama
keluarga sendiri. Walaupun rumah Ibu pasti sunyi tanpa mereka, tapi aku pasti
satu beban di bahu mereka akan terlucut sebaik mereka tidak harus tinggal bersamadi rumah ini; tiada kata rayuan aku di saat aku buntu dalam membuat keputusan,tiada lagi kata sinisku di saat aku begitu marah kerana tidak mampu berbuat apa-apa.Dengan tiadanya mereka, aku pasti terpaksa berdikari, demi harapan ke atas senyuman
seorang Ibu setiap saat di mana hanya kami berdua tinggal di casa ini. Hanya
satu ku pinta ya Allah, semoga dengan segera aku dapat lepaskan bebanan keluarga dari
adik-adikku supaya mereka bebas hidup bahagia dengan keluarga masing-masing.
Kakak minta maaf jika tanggungjawab membataskan kebahagiaan kamu semua.”
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Snap II
Ok, my bloated tummy did it again. Was embarrassed number of times by occassional gestures to give me seats in trains and buses number of times before, and yet I let them go as I, myself have made that miscalculative judgement to fellow peers (women-with-the-same-problem-as-mine) sometimes. Just when I tried to recover from the snappiest remarks made by Nenek Siti, I was slapped again in the face yesterday! While shopping for tailoring stuff with mom and Siti, and usually that took forever... this shoplady had some nerve! She actually touch my stomach and said, "pregnant ke kak?". That explains how she kept looking at me throughout the whole shopping process, and since my shocked self snap back , "isk, taklah", she didn't continue to ask, "...berapa bulan?" geez....(at least I thought so she about to do that) Maybe she couldn't hold it any longer and she had to ask. That; mt friend, gave me another wake-up call for ditching the gym last week when I promised to go. (I was so busy man, don't have time to stop by at the gym... the gym bag is still on my sofa, swear!) Anyways, since it bugged me the whole day and night, I did my cardio, and I am just gonna do it because it just made me feel good not because of that remarks and tried to prove something. Liar! I have to change those stares and comments, I have to work hard! dang it! One after another... These few weeks has been so humiliating!
p/s: The Biggest Loser gain back weight? scary, scary... we're human after all...
p/s: The Biggest Loser gain back weight? scary, scary... we're human after all...
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Snap!
My mother's worry about my weight and looks are always unbearable to hear, especially when she kept reminiscing of how slim she was when she were my age. And kept babble how no one will want me if I am not working hard myself to ensure that I have a perfect body for my height and at the critical age that I am in now. And as usual, I just let it in one ear and out to another. Her concerns led to a session where I was forced to be checked by Nenek Siti of what's going on with my bloated tummy, when it was her session really, where she needed a massage after her fell recently. For the sake of indulging her distress, i gave in, Nenek Siti gave me a round of full body massage, and like a bomb exploded in front of my face, she just drop the worst remarks of the year;
".. takdo apo lah ni, ekau ni gomuk yo sebona eh..."
Wow! Just like that! In my face! Finally someone said it out loud eh? And what does this means? Time to go back to the gym! I am going back to Indonesia next month anyway, so, the need to be as equal as all those petite little women in the neighbouring country is fatal to score some ganteng Indonesian lad. So I had to work hard now; 2 weeks of healthy regime here I go...
p/s: padanla dengan muko ekau... The Biggest Loser competition anyone?
Monday, May 11, 2009
Silent Treatment
What is the best the remedy for a broken-hearted, deeply-stirred emotional mother? One may say, just play along with her emotions; the other might suggest a total silent or no-action taken to tackle the situation. After 32 years of doing the former, I tend to moving into the latter direction these days. It is not a productive measures I know, but when you feel like you alone working hard in inducing a healthy relationship in your own home, it's got tired. Well aware of the imperfection being that I am, I wasn't trying to provoke things up, I just needed somebody else seeing what I am looking and feeling everyday. Don't get me wrong, I love my blood relatives, we beat as one, we felt each other's pain, we just refuse to acknowledge it sometimes and just let is slide until it tears everyone inside; it Kills me softly...Weird though when the same situation happened to friends and foes. Been feeling like I am pulling extra effort and squeezing additional-more-than-I-own $$ to sustain or buying friendship these days. The scariest thought of me not having anyone to consult in the end caused me into doing the ridiculous acts or indulging into the absolute worst feelings possible out of desperate measures and bad assumptions. It is sad when you felt like everyone against you when you knew the act you carried out will then be blamed upon your upbringing. In my case it really does. I am just afraid to be alone but to feel the pitiness from those honest eyes and gestures wished to surrounds you with fun stuff, it's so surreal. Perhaps I am just good to just be by myself.
So, Silence really is Golden? Do pictures really worth the thousand words, and my favorite; do "A good word is an easy obligation; but not to speak ill requires only our silence, which costs us nothing" really speak for itself? Perhaps I should continue living with that in mind, or I will risk my weak heart anytime soon.
And, Silent Please!
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Bookaholic
I went overboard this year. Went to every book fair whenever I had time, and spent like a girl stuck in a 24 hour sale shopping haven. If only I have more of those moments and gazillions of $dollars$. Anyways, I love books, the way my fingers run through th edges of book stacked together, the smell of them pages be it newly distributed or an antique can simply be my kind of ecstasy. I can spent hours in a bookstore unless I really really needed to do something else. I may not have read all my books yet, but to know that I have them in my collection is another satisfaction I am looking for after any purchases. And books, were never been a regret made when I went crazy picking 'em, and paying 'em. I hope my wish for a personal library built in my house will soon come true.
this is just a few among have read, not yet finished, and soon I will read them...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
My Wolverine
Watched the Premiere courtesy of CIMB. Thanks to my credit purchase behaviour (bad), I got 4 tickets and treated 3 happy friends (good). I enjoyed it (better).
in the spirit world of Kuekuatsheu a.k.a. Wolverine and the lonely moon; I can relate...
Saturday, April 25, 2009
He may be not but I am into Shopping THAT much
Yes I had the indulgence of back to back doses of chic flicks although not entirely chick flicks as were stressed by the cast, but definitely something for boys and girls to think about, throughout last weekend. Friday night with He's Just Not That into You and Saturday afternoon with Confessions of a Shopaholic. The result; one OST baught and a profound look on things that were often pun in denial state of mind. How refeshing some movies can bring eh? at least usually for me. But then again, can we relate it in our environment? when deep analysis will only bring more heartbreak take on every single actions men or women do. Can we actually face the reality that were so tangible in our face and yet we chose to see it transparently? Sad... and pathetic at the same time. So, as I expected months earlier, this movies will only made me a bit depressed afterwards. But, life goes on... moving on to whatever next things came into life. Meanwhile, check out this site.. My friend's Branded Outlet Store to drool about.. grrr That; we can definitely realate to Rebecca Bloomwood kan? Proven with my recent credit purchase totalling Rm 400 on clothes and one particular scarf, not the GREEN one, but the one I have been looking for so long... crazy!
Friday, April 17, 2009
The Leader in You
Monday, March 30, 2009
And Like a Ghost I'll be gone
Thursday, March 26, 2009
It's that Reality Again
I am on sick leave today. Do not know what happen to my health lately. It's embarassing when at 30+ my body felt like a 50 year old. Really depressing. Anyways, doctor wasn't any help, instead of tracing the root cause, she only recommending me buying a RM 169 supplement pills. What the heck?
Well, while taking care of that cutie pie Ariff, I also was looking forward for that 6pm show, the infamous American Idol. Since this is MOTOWN week, I am looking forward for a certain people nailed it tonight. Instead, the underdog rise up the phoenix and really made me in awe. I have change my favorites altogether. It was Anoop before, but he's becoming over-confidence, and right now, two names I'd like see in the finals; Adam lambert and Matt Gerard. The voice? wow! truly an artist of his own that Adam guy is. Although without makeup he looks like Zac Ephron in Hairspray the movie, he definitely won my vote (if i ever able to vote). He even got the standing ovation from the majority of the crowd including the legendary Smokey Robinson himself. Hope he will sailed through the end. and here my friend is what you have been missing if you haven't been following the American Idol. Enjoy!
Adam Lambert performing Smokey Robinson's Tracks of My Tears
Saturday, March 21, 2009
From the heart (honestly)
The shivers down my spine have been contributing to my F1 racing heartbeat far too long. While I scream in the inside, I needed to say this, unable face to face, but here, once and for all:
Although I do have that good deed of accommodating everybody's happiness that sometimes take years of effort, I too, took control of destroying that felicity moment with grief in a split seconds. Yes, I am that snobbish little lady who usually play the bad guy in the movie, the manipulative b***h that will receive what she deserved all along. I paid the price now. While you waited for years, well, this is just not the time to come clean (or will it ever come?) but time to put it to rest, to lay it in the ground at the graveyard of all hearbreakers. I have love and be loved and I may never give the same and be getting a whole lot more. I won't ask for forgiveness because it will never worth to begin with, but I will wish to be forgotten, for regrets which I have a few is too hard to swallow, the memory was so well written it stuck. While I am trying to forget, I suffers, I will endure the pain of shameful decision made that may cause the heart of others, the hope and dream of another ordinary human kind. I can never be the best daughter, a reliable friend, a dependable lover and a respectable woman. I am just; me. Still, it won't stop me from saying I am sorry, because that is all I can say without reasons, without a forgiveness in return. This faith I have is gone, the fate is condone, the hate I will accept. I will just stay zombying myself to this cruel world of pure bad circumstances and ignorant torture of the heart. I do. I did love you. It's just a clumsy taken on responsibility on my part towards commitment of a lifetime. Stupidity of stubbornness and denial of the emotions. A total failure to see beyond the tender eyes.
So help me God I can live my life as who I am without expecting anything more, I will accept what ever destiny prepared for me without having to ask or wanted any explanations. I will just be.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
It's that sinking feeling again.
I said I am down with love, putting my feet down, go with the flow, don't want no more talking about it bla bla bla days earlier and yet that is all seems to sync with me amazingly. Be it to see it in movies, to read it in the book, to hear it in a song, Love is actually all around for me. One moment there is this romantic side of me started to get some ideas and jumping up and down about it, and then one good news of other feed into my brain became a heartbreaking one for me and I started to grief again. Perhaps it is true, while I act so cool with everything, I do take things seriously, other than work, the heart itself. I have been been thinking and trying too hard focusing on empty and ignoring anything that weren't even close in my book of dreams. Well, as Carrie Underwood put it:
'Cause sometimes
that mountain you've been climbing
Is just a grain of sand
And what you've been out there
searching for foreverIs in your hands
And then you figure out
Love is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else
Oh, it sure makes everything else
Seem so small
(Do you see the Heart Reef of Great Barrier Reef in this image?, it's one super gorgeous scene isn't it?)
Others really seem small to me indeed as all I think about currently is how love connect other people beautifully and me not yet. So I am a hopeless romantic and all, I guess I am sticking to the true feeling deep inside of me that I never thought I have, perhaps I am just letting it flew all over the wrong cloud.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Maafkan bila ku Tak Sempurna III
It took me months to whine about love, hate, failed relationship and my disregard to see beyond the dissappointments in life. And it took me by watching one slot of LIVE show celebrating the birthdate of our Junjungan Rasullullah S.A.W to realize there are bigger things in life worth pursuing and fighting for. While I anticipate to see more extraordinary individuals awarded for Tokoh Maulifur Rasul 1430H, I learned so much more out of the presentation. These are individuals whom we seldom overlooked in the world where materials materialized and titles matter over every opportunities in life. The devotion each one has in everything they are passionate about are shown in their eyes and shot through from their heart of them respectable souls. From Professor Sidek Baba, to Dr Mahmud Osman to Dr Murtada Lau Abdullah to the little hafiz Adik Mohamad to the incredible strong willed Adik Muhammad Haziq; (pardon me if I am not getting all the names right) they made me realize how small I am, how little I contribute to human beings in general and how far from jihad for Allah a Muslim that I am supposed to becoming.
Perhaps that registration to be part of Dr Jemilah Mahmood's team will force me to do more in life and feel good about myself.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Just Not That Much...
How do we be certain that a guy is really into us? Why do we chase someone who were never into us in the first place? Why can't we give someone we don't like so much a chance? What becomes of a brokenheart? Suddenly it all came together at the same time huh? And again I am in that crossroads which will make me ended up like a bad or a sad person. Either way it will be pathetic. Perhaps my adventurous and wild side didn't give me too much of an advantage. It only slaps me back in the face and brings more confusion and then lead me to this; He just not that into you; not a fan of a true fact (although really into reality TV), I actually have been avoiding the book or the Oprah Show talking about the same topic, and then the movie coming up soon. This going to be a depressed social event to be looking forward to. With good actors and actress starring in the movie, I had to watch it. Depressing or not, gotta face my own demon now huh? Inspite of me thinking I have been let down by a lot of people, perhaps I have been the source of the grief all along. Time to snap and rose back to real world I guess, with help of another fiction on the big screen of course. What a way to expect the unexpected huh?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Aku Melayang lagi...
Andrea Hirata did it again. Thanks to a good friend down in Surabaya who have been very kind to have sent me the book all the way across South China Sea... Thanks ya Iyul! I'll cherish it all my life! Kapan ke malaysia? :-)
The book my friend, is Maryamah karpov. And again it made me making faces and feeling it deep into them pages. The ending was quite confusing for me, but I think I'll read the tetralogy again someday. As always Andrea inspired me, but not enough to push me for the MPH short story writing competition due in 31st March. I think I am inspired and yet my mind couldn't put anything good in writing worthy of being judged for the best in the nation. Weird huh? I am inspired but not much inspiration penetrates into my brain and eventually trigger my fingers to write those magical words that could amazed any literature fan for now. Why am I so stuck?
The book my friend, is Maryamah karpov. And again it made me making faces and feeling it deep into them pages. The ending was quite confusing for me, but I think I'll read the tetralogy again someday. As always Andrea inspired me, but not enough to push me for the MPH short story writing competition due in 31st March. I think I am inspired and yet my mind couldn't put anything good in writing worthy of being judged for the best in the nation. Weird huh? I am inspired but not much inspiration penetrates into my brain and eventually trigger my fingers to write those magical words that could amazed any literature fan for now. Why am I so stuck?
As for Maryamah Karpov, the book again brought me into the journey of world filled with possibilities and dreams. Going onto path towards civilization harmonized by unity among differences and passions in life. How we wish such world exist on every inches of land on this earth I supposed, then peace at last. Then again, one can always dream, and another can always make it happened, someday, and soon I hope.
Ok people, I am going to attempt Andrea here, be still your heart, for this might break you or something else... anything.
Cinta.. , terlalu tinggi kata itu pada seseorang dan tentunya pada satunya yang lain. Ia sesuatu yang sukar dimengertikan sehingga kadang-kadang sebetulnya kita hanya berasa pada satu belah tangan sahaja. Pedih kalau terjadi yang sebetulnya itu, sekonyol-konyol diperbodohkan diri sendiri. wah... penasaran ya? Aku contoh terhampir tentang ketegaran membuktikan cinta sejati yang tampak indah atas talian. Aku sudah pun menyeberang lautan mencarinya, kerna aku begitu pasti pengenalan hampir dua tahun 'online' itu membolehkan aku sadar itu yang aku mau banget. Tapi ternyata, aku hanya bermain perasaan sendiri, dan ternyata, tiada yang lebih realis dari realiti sebenar, melihat dengan mata sendiri, berdiri atas tanah yang sama, menghirup udara yang sama dan segala yang seumpama. Realiti sebetulnya menyakitkan, walaupun kamu semua tidak mahu mengakuinya, kesempurnaan adalah yang kamu cari, aku bukan bermaksud sesempurna Nabi, kerna ia pastinya tidak akan terjadi, tetapi sememangnya kesederhanaan kita mahukan yang seadanya tampak, sempurna... Ngerti? Fikir-fikirkan lagi kalau belum mengerti. Ah, kawan, dunia www ternyata satu lagi dunia fantasi yang manusia ciptakan untuk menhindari kita semua dari kejamnya alam sebenar dalam hidup kita. Aku pasrah...
Hehe.. did i just do that? I guess I ought to try it at least once. How did I do? Did i manage to pull Andrea Hirata?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Andai Aku Sang Putri
Finally we got to watch the most talked about Musical performance made by Malaysians in Malaysia in town; Puteri Gunung Ledang the Musical, we even bought the tickets early on, in December 2008. O what an affair it was! What a treat I finally got for mom and sis to witness it together with me (as a payback I didn’t take them for P Ramlee last time). The overall performance was wonderful, sat seven meters away from the stage, we have to look up once in a while when both Gustri Putri and Tuah up on that mountain professing love and affections. The sound was overly projected; I depended on the translation display to get what they were talking about. Despite, I was in awe and I totally enjoyed it. So was mom, despite her disapproval of their costumes, hehehe... Java maa… need to get into character. Wonder what will I wear should I was cast for the performance. Mmm…
On a different note, I was really into the show, at times I swear I saw myself, so vulnerable and so intense in confessing, concerning what heart matters, with dignity all in tact. Wish I was once loved in such historical and dramatic circumstances. Wonder if I was a princess in previous life… Gusti Putri Raden Adjeng Retno Dumilah to be exact
On a different note, I was really into the show, at times I swear I saw myself, so vulnerable and so intense in confessing, concerning what heart matters, with dignity all in tact. Wish I was once loved in such historical and dramatic circumstances. Wonder if I was a princess in previous life… Gusti Putri Raden Adjeng Retno Dumilah to be exact
Sunday, February 01, 2009
February Song...
It’s February again, being a hopeless romantic myself, this particular month never failed to soften my heart and smile every time I saw people so deeply in love be it on the screen or in reality. I have found love,then I lost love, now I have been without love for five years, it still gives me the blues. Watching the tele whole day during weekend gave me mix of emotions, even Spongebob got a Valentine’s Day special episode… *sigh*
I actually promise myself to put my feet down on this matter. I guess it’s too hard, and that’s why I chose to just be at home. Staring at the same shows on TV. I guess Love indeed just another game we play.
I actually promise myself to put my feet down on this matter. I guess it’s too hard, and that’s why I chose to just be at home. Staring at the same shows on TV. I guess Love indeed just another game we play.
 | February Song ~ Josh Groban |
Sunday, January 18, 2009
How brave are you?
I was getting two doses of bravery story this month. First I was made to watch my sister’s friend’s directorial effort for a theater called BERANI MATI
. It was a humble performance by five manly men who were showing us what it takes to fight the right combat and die for it…NOT! It was a good show, not to say it wasn’t great, I guess it wasn’t too much of my forte in show genre. The guys actually showed the coward side of us all without us knowing it ever present inside all of us. It does make us, or at least me, asking myself, what JIHAD act I did to fight for my fellow Muslims. Seriously. Does ‘tunjuk perasaan’ and boycotting everything (look again at the list of brands they wanted us to boycott, honestly we cannot eat, drink and use everything…) really helps them fight for their life? It is sad though to see how helpless our friends’ fights to stay alive and provide the best dreams for the little ones and promising tomorrow will be a better day. I wish I can do more, I wish I am BOLD enough to enroll as a reserved Army and be in that battle towards humanity in general and Jihad for Allah in particular. I guess I am not that brave to BERANI MATI huh? Well staged drama Faz…
. It was a humble performance by five manly men who were showing us what it takes to fight the right combat and die for it…NOT! It was a good show, not to say it wasn’t great, I guess it wasn’t too much of my forte in show genre. The guys actually showed the coward side of us all without us knowing it ever present inside all of us. It does make us, or at least me, asking myself, what JIHAD act I did to fight for my fellow Muslims. Seriously. Does ‘tunjuk perasaan’ and boycotting everything (look again at the list of brands they wanted us to boycott, honestly we cannot eat, drink and use everything…) really helps them fight for their life? It is sad though to see how helpless our friends’ fights to stay alive and provide the best dreams for the little ones and promising tomorrow will be a better day. I wish I can do more, I wish I am BOLD enough to enroll as a reserved Army and be in that battle towards humanity in general and Jihad for Allah in particular. I guess I am not that brave to BERANI MATI huh? Well staged drama Faz…
Next showanship about courage and heroism is the movie call The Brave One on ASTRO, starring Jodie Foster and my man, Terence Howard! 
It was a nerve wrecking drama that made me question my part in society. While it scared the hell out of me to be alone in this crazy world, it made me wonder how much longer I will just be another bystander along our unpredictable streets and corners? Is it ok to take matters with our own bare hand when, honestly, how many cases were seeing justice in this world? Not many I can say. There are lots of kinds of people; we can never know who to trust significantly. Now, this just made me even more skeptical of strangers. How do we make more friends with this cynicism in mind? How to lean on somebody when those so-called friends I so little have is not dependable twenty four seven? It’s hell of a ride out there, all those moments I went home very late from work, help somebody out in odd hours, I know I need to depends on the almighty Allah for savior when I often let down by fellow human reliability. I am not trying to exaggerate my unfortunate cases, but when it happened one, too many times, you’d just stop being hopeful. I just did.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
No love in new year?
I can't say that I am not hurt when I heard the news that Giring got a
new girlfriend, I guess I am not good enough for a celebrity status huh? *sigh*
I guess no one love me anymore...
And I am not saying my family didn't.. they love me a lot (or so I hope)...
I just need that different kinda love... hehehehe (so direct)
I guess I am just in that hormonal change phase.. BAD TIME! o man! I am so messed up!
*sigh* *sigh*
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Obsession
Not the perfume. Literally it is, the feeling I had after finishing of the year with I think a big bang event itself. Managed to overcome the resistance to step into the most overrated club in town, the six guys under the title NIDJI saw me watching them in action last Sunday 21st of December 2008. A memorable concert it was as after I saw Giring LIVE; I know...
He's the ONE.
Friday, December 19, 2008
My Husband?
Dean Koontz mentions his thought on qualities a husband should bring to his marriage, i.e.;
“Cherish her as a child of God. If you truly married for love, then it was not
merely her looks or personality that enchanted you, but her unique soul. If you
remember that the essence of her is sacred, you will treat her with respect and
have a sense of awe at the destiny that brought you together.”
So boys, who read my blog… be it you single, to be married, or married, please be inspired. I sure hope to have
individual of that kind one day. As I have finished endure the suspense in book The Husband by Dean Koontz, the end words truly showed that he meant every words throughout the enthralling story. This one ends in two and half days! Phew.After Finished reading that, I just got matched with THE LAKE HOUSE in one those quiz in Facebook, and got excited about it, because I am so into that film when most of my friends think the movie’s ridiculous. Then I saw Trading Spaces (one of the reality series on TV), then the hot carpenter named Brandon reminds me of how appealing that is to have a very handy husband one day. Hahahahaha. So, what do I want in a man? Just the kind that will appreciate me as Mr. Dean Koontz put it in quote above. Hmmm
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The Unbearable Anguish
Perhaps I am the pathetic one. I felt helpless every time the loads of work thrown on me; it feels like a heavy burden pour upon the shoulder of a man even the strongest cannot handle it. At times I felt like I was pushed into the rink among the fastest horses rode by their jockey beating each other to finish the race with the glorious victory. The spectators will watch powerlessly in horror, the shocked jockeys wouldn’t even have a second to even think of next course of action to do in that very atrocious moment. Let alone them, I, the one in the middle of that commotion will found myself closing my eyes, taking all the pain men can bear with all good thoughts and life playing before my eyes. That’s not even close to how vulnerable I am feeling right now. Pause.
Okay, what’s with the Horses analogy? Well, I just finished reading Under Orders book by Dick Francis, a very good British crime story to fulfill my train ride time indeed. Horse, jockey, spoilt brat, wager.com etc definitely a fresh change in my book genre.
Okay, what’s with the Horses analogy? Well, I just finished reading Under Orders book by Dick Francis, a very good British crime story to fulfill my train ride time indeed. Horse, jockey, spoilt brat, wager.com etc definitely a fresh change in my book genre. Continue. Anyways, back to my reality again. Do I have the right to hate the situation or the person that made me feel like this? Why do I suddenly let my vulnerability taking over my insecurity to prove that I am a very reliable and useful human being slash employees? Urgh! I do despise that superior persona though, the bossy, intimidating and big fat ass he is.
God… please do forgive me.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Tenggelamnya Kapal Van Der Wijck
I don’t know what to feel after finished reading Tenggelamnya Kapal Van Der Wjick by HAMKA after suggested by so many people. I am so mad at them that I am not sure what to feel exactly right now. Was it worth it? Sticking to the first love, wait your whole life for it, then when the time finally came, the egomaniac kicking in, and we lost it in the next instance. It was such a sad ending, I wish I can rewrite the whole love story again, like rewriting Romeo 
and Juliet with a twist… mmm… something to ponder eh?
and Juliet with a twist… mmm… something to ponder eh? Please guys, read the book, suffer with me....
Road of Less Travelled
Got the chance to travel to the East Coast twice this year, one with me slept through the ride on the bus until we reached the intended destination. The other one attempted recently on a road trip with a friend who actually had to go because of duty call. Taking on the opportunity of free hotel stay and ride, I decided to go along.
Land of Tok Nik Aziz
Kota Bahru, the rustic small town is certainly inviting despite not much to explore. After 7 hours driving, enjoying every scenic view, air and sounds of East Coast road along Raub, Bentong, Gua Musang, Kuala Krai etc, we finally reached Kota Bahru in the late afternoon. After prayer, we went ahead to Pantai Cahaya Bulan, a must itinerary for Kota Bahru. Ten minutes of looking at the big waves hitting the beach, and few snap of photos later, we were back in the car due to heavy pour. Then we spent the night at Kak Maizirah’s house, having dinner at home since it’s raining with Mi Kg Pek, spicyly yummy (and I don’t usually fond of spicy food). Next day, we gotta have breakfast with Nasi Kerabu, and so we did, it was a simple spread, and cheap. We checked in into Garden Riverview hotel overlooking the very chocolate-y coloured Kelantan River. WE then scaled Pasar siti Khadijah and THE Bazaar, scored one or two well-bargained Batik. As per everybody’s recommendation, we had lunch at Nasi Ulam Cikgu. Delicious large spread lunch and cheap! Yeay! Another round of Kota Bahru the next day; while Jojie’s working, then we are off to the next destination. One regret is that we never got to watch the original Wayang Kulit...
Land of Tok Nik Aziz
Kota Bahru, the rustic small town is certainly inviting despite not much to explore. After 7 hours driving, enjoying every scenic view, air and sounds of East Coast road along Raub, Bentong, Gua Musang, Kuala Krai etc, we finally reached Kota Bahru in the late afternoon. After prayer, we went ahead to Pantai Cahaya Bulan, a must itinerary for Kota Bahru. Ten minutes of looking at the big waves hitting the beach, and few snap of photos later, we were back in the car due to heavy pour. Then we spent the night at Kak Maizirah’s house, having dinner at home since it’s raining with Mi Kg Pek, spicyly yummy (and I don’t usually fond of spicy food). Next day, we gotta have breakfast with Nasi Kerabu, and so we did, it was a simple spread, and cheap. We checked in into Garden Riverview hotel overlooking the very chocolate-y coloured Kelantan River. WE then scaled Pasar siti Khadijah and THE Bazaar, scored one or two well-bargained Batik. As per everybody’s recommendation, we had lunch at Nasi Ulam Cikgu. Delicious large spread lunch and cheap! Yeay! Another round of Kota Bahru the next day; while Jojie’s working, then we are off to the next destination. One regret is that we never got to watch the original Wayang Kulit...
you gotta love Kelantan for this...
Land of the many mosques
Kuala Terengganu. The place where we should have bought all the batik (they say it’s cheaper in Kuala Terengganu) and Keropok, but due to time constraints there, all the purchase made in Kota Bahru was a smart judgment. Stayed in Primula Park royal Hotel, which is the best hotel stayed for the trip. Spent the Jojie’s working day with a friend who took me around town including the visit to the very recently famous landmark, Masjid Kristal. And then we are off to the last destination. And I was driving. Surprise! And I have proven again, I am indeed a reckless driver, and loving every minute of it. :-)
Last but not least
The final destination again has nothing much to see but a definite resting place for the long trip. In Kuantan Pahang, we stayed in the M.S Garden Hotel (I forgot to check what M.S stands are for). It is a very old and outdated hotel with not so friendly staff. Anyways, we went to Tanjung Lumpur, have a good Sata and a lavish seafood dinner which mostly were wasted because we were full with the Sata before. Tamak! Padan muka. Then we lepaking at Teluk Chempedak, looking at sunsets. It was a worthy jalan-jalan cari makan though. As if that wasn’t enough, we slept after dinner due to kekenyangan and went to the mall to have a round of Starbucks. What’s the deal? I am not quite sure; perhaps I just gotta have those because I saw the Starbucks outlet. Crazy! The next day we are back to KL before stopped for Keropok souvenir for family and friends.
Despite the constant raining throughout the tour, it was a good journey for me indeed, I finally step my feet in Kota Bahru, Kelantan… yeay!
Back to KL, work on the next day. *sigh* Tired…
Just after we reached home, since it is a monsoon season, Kota Bahru and Kuala Terengganu were hit by major flood. We are glad because we back before got trapped in that bad weather. But my heart still went to those whose home and lives were ruined with that disaster. When will this end? I guess pihak berwajib should be looking into better plan for those town so they won’t be experiencing this every year… please….
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Andrea Hirata
Have you ever been swept away by series of words written together making number of paragraphs which then turned into chapters that made up a book. Well, I have. And it is very recent. These past two weeks have seen me making faces out of emotions I have gained by reading the master pieces by Andrea Hirata. A sudden phenomenon from Indonesia who has rocked the world of literature in his homeland and beyond. Not one but three of his books have made me captivated and kept me awake throughout my journey to work and back. All at once and right there, that very ride in that very train is an event I can’t wait when woke up in the morning and when rushing out of the office in the afternoon. If you were paying attention to me, (well, it might happen that there is one or two person actually been checking me out), you can actually saw a smile, a smirk, holding back tears, touched and many more emotions written all over my face, and it was due to the magical work of Andrea Hirata. Okay, coming from me who seldom read Malaysian’s authors work in Bahasa Melayu, and if I ever read them, I tend to browse through very fast only to know what’s the ending right there and then, no thrill whatsoever, I may exaggerate the work of Andrea, but he did and boy! did he take me in his shoes, look at things from his perspective, and dream the same dream he has. He certainly inspired me to be in love again with what I always have such passion in; writing (at least at my own level of literalism), art, people, culture and dream, dream away…
Laskar Pelangi
Although I am glad to that God give me an average urban life from childhood till now, reading Laskar Pelangi assured me that I will appreciate everything any kampung life gave me. People living near paddy field will laugh at how outsiders be amazed by such view, but if I happened to be those people living in that very vicinity, among the mountain, or by the sea, I would want to be like Laskar Pelangi who appreciates the beautiful life of their own village, their own native soil. With the opportunity given, I would surely hope I strive the hardest and be that very one from the kampung to enroll in Oxford pursuing one knowledge to another. It was so inspiring.
Sang Pemimpi
Like The Alchemist, in this book, Ikal gave me hope that anything can happen if we were determined to ensure dreams do come true, and as cheesy as it sounds, it does come true to them in the most sweetest memories one can ever experienced. And with the Dad Ikal has? I will kill to have one just like Pak Seman. The friendship and devotion showed by Arai made me craved for one soul I can always depend on for anything and everything. Though the love towards someone is portrayed beyond leniency and full of compassion, it is indeed and I won’t mind to have it in my world one day. I will always and never want to stop dreaming.
Edensor
The world of Europe and its surroundings never sound closer like Andrea presented in this book, he made it more beautiful, made it more desirable to travel. He reminded me the sweetness of the first love, of highest ecstacy in reaching the dreams and in the end, closing it with such gratifications towards faith and pure satisfaction one will ever savored. Oh and I hope one day I will, travel around the world.
Laskar Pelangi
Although I am glad to that God give me an average urban life from childhood till now, reading Laskar Pelangi assured me that I will appreciate everything any kampung life gave me. People living near paddy field will laugh at how outsiders be amazed by such view, but if I happened to be those people living in that very vicinity, among the mountain, or by the sea, I would want to be like Laskar Pelangi who appreciates the beautiful life of their own village, their own native soil. With the opportunity given, I would surely hope I strive the hardest and be that very one from the kampung to enroll in Oxford pursuing one knowledge to another. It was so inspiring.
Sang Pemimpi
Like The Alchemist, in this book, Ikal gave me hope that anything can happen if we were determined to ensure dreams do come true, and as cheesy as it sounds, it does come true to them in the most sweetest memories one can ever experienced. And with the Dad Ikal has? I will kill to have one just like Pak Seman. The friendship and devotion showed by Arai made me craved for one soul I can always depend on for anything and everything. Though the love towards someone is portrayed beyond leniency and full of compassion, it is indeed and I won’t mind to have it in my world one day. I will always and never want to stop dreaming.
Edensor
The world of Europe and its surroundings never sound closer like Andrea presented in this book, he made it more beautiful, made it more desirable to travel. He reminded me the sweetness of the first love, of highest ecstacy in reaching the dreams and in the end, closing it with such gratifications towards faith and pure satisfaction one will ever savored. Oh and I hope one day I will, travel around the world.
Those two books were the best buy I got from Jakarta (one being already bought earlier), now I can't wait for Maryamah Karpov. And yes, Andrea Hirata will be that other person in my list of people I want to meet. Among Oprah and Sarah Jessica Parker. Hehe.. ahh.. mabuk kepayang aku...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tentang aku?
This coming from a friend based on our chat conversation....
Seems ok to me? what about you?""1. kamu kadang kala tertutup
2. kalem
3. dibilang pendiem juga tidak, karena kamu pribadi yang menyenangkan kalau diajak bicara
4. kadangkala suka bercanda
5. berani
6. penuh pertimbangan
7. Kurang Pede... kadang sih
8. Smart
9. Sepertinya kamu punya rutinitas atau kegemaran yang jarang orang ketahui tapi menurutmu itu sangat menyenangkan
10. Sepertinya kamu tuh tipikal romantis
11. Mudah bergaul
12. suka traveling
.........................semoga saya salah""
Saturday, November 08, 2008
My Indonesia's Adventures
As if what I have told everybody isn’t enough, I have to write about it? I guess I just need to… Feel a bit off these past two days… gotta let something off my mind. So, where do we start? Hmm…
The capital
Jakarta is a very hectic town indeed. The worst traffic jam I ever been to. Lots and lots of people everywhere, crowded by the side of the road, the middle of the road and even on the divider. No space whatsoever to breathe. Okay a bit exaggerating. Despite all of it, to me: it was all very interesting to experience in another country. The crazier it gets the wider smile I have on my face thinking about it. And there in Jakarta, I score some good food, good shopping, good walk or rather run around town, and a very good SPA session… ahh, what a way to end 12 day trip that very last day. The best experience there was when we had a ride on the 'mikrolat' (a public transportation in a van) that were driven in reverse in a very heavy traffic with intention to avoid it during a peak hours. The driver managed to piss many people off, and we glad we arrived in location in one piece. Phew…
The Love Stop
Bandung. As you all know it is a town among mountains in Java, it is also a hectic town, a shopping haven and good food all around, too bad my stomach failed on me on my first two days in Indonesia, yet; we still managed to go from one café to another, enjoyed every delicacy Bandung has to offer, yeay! The sick feeling in my stomach also caused an uneasy feeling during our shopping spree with Joj and Teteh Felis and has only caused me to not be able obtain enough things for my family and friends, sorry ya. Second day, after a visit to Tangkuban Perahu with Pak Agus, Felis and Joji, I continue the journey with another friend. And even with me not really fond of motorbike, I rode on one there with that very guy who was the focal point for me coming to Bandung. Suprisingly, not a single awkward moment felt throughout the journey, and it only make sense to travel by bike to the mountain and back rather than any 4 wheel automobile or It will take forever (or so I thought). The view of bandung and its vicinity from the top? Breathtakingly amazing! The exhilarating journey to the top gives me peace at its peak, and savour every minutes of the cold air and the beautiful scenery , eventhough with not much conversation conveyed, as there was a busy snapping session. The hot coffee and banana with cheese made a great companion, and the guy I finally got to meet face to face after being acquainted for years made the experience one I will never forget. Been so deep into it since the day back from Bandung, but now I am down to not to think about it so much. It was a weird feeling but it was good while it lasted on my mind and in my heart. *sigh*
The Backpacking
Now, this is the most important part of the journey, the one that made me captivated with the idea brought by Joji, so thanks Joj, for made me coming with you to this trip. It started with us anxiously driven through a traffic jam to the train station to catch the 4.45 pm train to Semarang. After successfully crawling out of traffic we then came across another obstacle with the law who said we took the wrong turn, (I didn’t really understand, maybe it’s Indonesia’s traffic violation or something). Rp 40.000 and without caring whatsoever in the world later, we found ourselves dashing to the platform (forgetting we do not have a good stamina) only to find out the train was late. Phew…
The capital
Jakarta is a very hectic town indeed. The worst traffic jam I ever been to. Lots and lots of people everywhere, crowded by the side of the road, the middle of the road and even on the divider. No space whatsoever to breathe. Okay a bit exaggerating. Despite all of it, to me: it was all very interesting to experience in another country. The crazier it gets the wider smile I have on my face thinking about it. And there in Jakarta, I score some good food, good shopping, good walk or rather run around town, and a very good SPA session… ahh, what a way to end 12 day trip that very last day. The best experience there was when we had a ride on the 'mikrolat' (a public transportation in a van) that were driven in reverse in a very heavy traffic with intention to avoid it during a peak hours. The driver managed to piss many people off, and we glad we arrived in location in one piece. Phew…
The Love Stop
Bandung. As you all know it is a town among mountains in Java, it is also a hectic town, a shopping haven and good food all around, too bad my stomach failed on me on my first two days in Indonesia, yet; we still managed to go from one café to another, enjoyed every delicacy Bandung has to offer, yeay! The sick feeling in my stomach also caused an uneasy feeling during our shopping spree with Joj and Teteh Felis and has only caused me to not be able obtain enough things for my family and friends, sorry ya. Second day, after a visit to Tangkuban Perahu with Pak Agus, Felis and Joji, I continue the journey with another friend. And even with me not really fond of motorbike, I rode on one there with that very guy who was the focal point for me coming to Bandung. Suprisingly, not a single awkward moment felt throughout the journey, and it only make sense to travel by bike to the mountain and back rather than any 4 wheel automobile or It will take forever (or so I thought). The view of bandung and its vicinity from the top? Breathtakingly amazing! The exhilarating journey to the top gives me peace at its peak, and savour every minutes of the cold air and the beautiful scenery , eventhough with not much conversation conveyed, as there was a busy snapping session. The hot coffee and banana with cheese made a great companion, and the guy I finally got to meet face to face after being acquainted for years made the experience one I will never forget. Been so deep into it since the day back from Bandung, but now I am down to not to think about it so much. It was a weird feeling but it was good while it lasted on my mind and in my heart. *sigh*
The Backpacking
Now, this is the most important part of the journey, the one that made me captivated with the idea brought by Joji, so thanks Joj, for made me coming with you to this trip. It started with us anxiously driven through a traffic jam to the train station to catch the 4.45 pm train to Semarang. After successfully crawling out of traffic we then came across another obstacle with the law who said we took the wrong turn, (I didn’t really understand, maybe it’s Indonesia’s traffic violation or something). Rp 40.000 and without caring whatsoever in the world later, we found ourselves dashing to the platform (forgetting we do not have a good stamina) only to find out the train was late. Phew…
Everybody was touching their heart which beats like crazy and started to laugh it all out after boarding the train when it arrived. Imagine us missing that 7 hour ride train? Mbak Yuni will need to make a major reschedule to our trip and it will not be cool.
Semarang
After spent a night in Mbak yuni’s borther’s house, we started early for that day activity, we went around town, visit the famous temple, famous church and a very old and ruined office building which were used during Dutch-Japanese invasion. We then went to the famous Candi Gedongsongo which seeing me only managed to go up to the Third candi, Joj, Mbak Yuni and Mbak Adwi went all the way to no 4 and 5 and back. Candi number 6 to 9 is mysteriously invisible. Anyways, to my defense, I stopped to accompany Cici who were not feeling very well and had to go back down after the third (I am not tired ok, just lazy). Hehe. The view again… amazing! We ended the trip in Wonosobo, staying in a very low budget hotel; PARAMA. Joji demam at this point. Felt sorry for her, and all I can do is be as motherly as possible and took care of her so she can at least enjoyed the rest of the journey at her pace.
Wonosobo-Dieng
We started the second day with a new driver, Titus as our guide, and were off scaling Wonosobo and Dieng. Visited Telaga Menjer, Telaga Warna, Candi Arjuna and Banjarnegara. We also managed to watch a half hour history of the volcanoes’ site at the theatre. Had not so nice lunch, checked out and rush to Borobudur.
Borobudur-Magelang-Jogjakarta
Unfortunately, the borobudur was closed when we arrived, so the sunset view plan is cancelled and off to Magelang and had a very nice dinner, with o God, I forgot the name, something tauhu, kinda like our Tauhu Bakar in Johor Bahru but bigger portion and lots of tahu (then again, Indonesia is very generous with their food portion, all large, made for two). We spent the night in Mbak Adwi’s hometown home, which is the best place to rest for me throughout our 5 days backpacking journey. Ibu Mbak Adwi is so tiny but a very powerful hardworking old woman I ever met. The house is huge and immaculately tidy for a one person living in it. I was so happy; I slept like a baby in the living room, in front of the TV. Yeah… me and tv, inseparable.
Semarang
After spent a night in Mbak yuni’s borther’s house, we started early for that day activity, we went around town, visit the famous temple, famous church and a very old and ruined office building which were used during Dutch-Japanese invasion. We then went to the famous Candi Gedongsongo which seeing me only managed to go up to the Third candi, Joj, Mbak Yuni and Mbak Adwi went all the way to no 4 and 5 and back. Candi number 6 to 9 is mysteriously invisible. Anyways, to my defense, I stopped to accompany Cici who were not feeling very well and had to go back down after the third (I am not tired ok, just lazy). Hehe. The view again… amazing! We ended the trip in Wonosobo, staying in a very low budget hotel; PARAMA. Joji demam at this point. Felt sorry for her, and all I can do is be as motherly as possible and took care of her so she can at least enjoyed the rest of the journey at her pace.
Wonosobo-Dieng
We started the second day with a new driver, Titus as our guide, and were off scaling Wonosobo and Dieng. Visited Telaga Menjer, Telaga Warna, Candi Arjuna and Banjarnegara. We also managed to watch a half hour history of the volcanoes’ site at the theatre. Had not so nice lunch, checked out and rush to Borobudur.
Borobudur-Magelang-Jogjakarta
Unfortunately, the borobudur was closed when we arrived, so the sunset view plan is cancelled and off to Magelang and had a very nice dinner, with o God, I forgot the name, something tauhu, kinda like our Tauhu Bakar in Johor Bahru but bigger portion and lots of tahu (then again, Indonesia is very generous with their food portion, all large, made for two). We spent the night in Mbak Adwi’s hometown home, which is the best place to rest for me throughout our 5 days backpacking journey. Ibu Mbak Adwi is so tiny but a very powerful hardworking old woman I ever met. The house is huge and immaculately tidy for a one person living in it. I was so happy; I slept like a baby in the living room, in front of the TV. Yeah… me and tv, inseparable.
After a good night sleep, we had another new driver, and off to Jogjakarta. On the way, we went back Borobudur and to Magelang to scale Ketep Pass, planned to see Merapi mountain from a top, unfortunately, it was raining, we can only see fog from the peak, few pictures snapped, a bowl of noodle soup and a jagung bakar later, we off to scouring the rest of Candi and Beaches before finally went to long awaited Jogjakarta. Arrived very late in the afternoon, managed to visit Mbak Yuni’s friend, Mbak Adwi’s brother and finally spent the night at Mbak Adwi’s cousin’s home in long awaited and the very final town in our trip itinerary, JOGJAKARTA.
Mbak Indah, Mbak Adwi’s cousin took us cruising Jogja town at night, we had supper in a much dimmed lighting café at the roadside where most of University’s undergraduates always hang out. Had a very nice pulut bakar and Nasi kecil? (similar to nasi lemak), yes I ate both. Gosh! The great entertainment for the night, a man dressing like a warrior dancing with his very loud Indonesian traditional music on the road by the café… the highlight of our very tiresome day indeed. Unfortunately, I didn't capture it on camera, I am such a bonehead in the camera capturing area, I tend to not quickly snap a good moment as I usually captivated too much by a certain moment I tend to rely it on my brain to capture it in my mind, which is a no-no lately when the memory have been down to 2MB. Gosh! anyways, gave the guy Rp1000 and off to cruising Jogja again before heading home for a good night sleep.
The next and the very final day of backpacking, we finishing off with a ride on a horse carriage, visited the famous Kraton and shopping spree for souvenirs at the Malioboro. It was crush time before catching the 4:45 pm flight (another 4:45). The purchase again all go haywired and I hadn’t had the slightest clues what I bought. Let just say, I ended up not giving anybody anything as souvenir… hehehe.. (Again, to my defense, this is not an attempt to ask for forgiveness for not getting you guys anything ya…)
After a gruesome long drive climbing up hills, mountains, winding road for five days, the only time I remembered breathing is when we landed back at Mbak Yuni’s house. But it was all worth it. I fell in love with Jogjakarta. I think I can settle down there. ;-)
The return
Phew… the trip was awesome huh. I hope I do justice with the story telling. I wouldn’t want to write the names wrongly and have the wrong memory written in here but I do have to put this in writing so I can have this in written as another proof of my attempt to scale the earth and witnessing amazing place starting at our very own Asia. I know I have a LONG way to go, but this is a heck of a start. I fell in love, fall out of love, met a lot of good people of Indonesia starting with Mbak Yuni. Their hospitality is ridiculously amazing, I felt weak with all the care and aid bestowed upon us, Joji and I. Thanks also to Mbak Adwi, Cici, Teteh Felis, Hanny, Corey, Jersey, Mbak2 lain yang aku lupa namanya.. maaf ya, for being so friendly and made us feel so close to home and smiling at all time. I apologize in advanced should your visit to our country won’t promise a first class service equally to what we received in your homeland. I cherished the friendship and forever have you all close to my heart. Thank you for the amazing journey I will never forget.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Tak Perlulah aku Mengelilingi Dunia…
That is at least after my recent trip to Indonesia and after watching the most amazing movie called Laskar Pelangi. This might sound unacceptable to some, but after 12 days travelling from Jakarta to Middle Java and back, enough to make me fall in love with the nation, well, that is another story.
As for Laskar Pelangi, it was certainly different from the normal cheesy Malay/Indo love theme flick shown one after another. Even though Love also being the big part of this feature, the story about those Belitong kids keeping up with education and modernization with two feet held firmly on the ground manage to make me cried few times (although trying hard to hold back). Andrea wrote a beautiful story that the movie might not capture its best, but a very good job indeed. Kudos. Every scene touch my heart dearly. Even cooler that Nidji were chosen to write the movie’s OST. The song is so poetic and equally beautiful, enough to give me goose bump every time I hear it.
As for Laskar Pelangi, it was certainly different from the normal cheesy Malay/Indo love theme flick shown one after another. Even though Love also being the big part of this feature, the story about those Belitong kids keeping up with education and modernization with two feet held firmly on the ground manage to make me cried few times (although trying hard to hold back). Andrea wrote a beautiful story that the movie might not capture its best, but a very good job indeed. Kudos. Every scene touch my heart dearly. Even cooler that Nidji were chosen to write the movie’s OST. The song is so poetic and equally beautiful, enough to give me goose bump every time I hear it.
Laskar Pelangi
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mimpi adalah kunci untuk kita menaklukkan dunia
Berlarilah tanpa lelah, sampai engkau meraihnya
Laskar pelangi...Takkan terikat waktu.
Bebaskan mimpimu di angkasa, raih bintang di jiwa
Menarilah dan terus tertawa, walau dunia tak seindah surga
Bersukurlah pada yang kuasa, cinta kita di dunia
Selamanya...
Cinta kepada hidup, memberikan senyuman abadi
Walau hidup kadang tak adil, tapi cinta lengkapi kita
Laskar pelangi…Takkan terikat waktu
Jangan berhenti mewarnai, jutaan mimpi di bumi
Menarilah dan terus tertawa, Walau dunia tak seindah surga
Bersukurlah pada yang kuasa, cinta kita di dunia
Mimpi adalah kunci untuk kita menaklukkan dunia
Berlarilah tanpa lelah, sampai engkau meraihnya
Laskar pelangi...Takkan terikat waktu.
Bebaskan mimpimu di angkasa, raih bintang di jiwa
Menarilah dan terus tertawa, walau dunia tak seindah surga
Bersukurlah pada yang kuasa, cinta kita di dunia
Selamanya...
Cinta kepada hidup, memberikan senyuman abadi
Walau hidup kadang tak adil, tapi cinta lengkapi kita
Laskar pelangi…Takkan terikat waktu
Jangan berhenti mewarnai, jutaan mimpi di bumi
Menarilah dan terus tertawa, Walau dunia tak seindah surga
Bersukurlah pada yang kuasa, cinta kita di dunia
Selamanya...
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Maafkan bila ku tak sempurna II
Finally got the chance to watch Ayat-ayat Cinta on TV3 (or was it TV9?) although the DVD were always there in the rack. Anyways, in the tradition of movie made based on a novel, there had to be changes all over the place to fit into the two hour viewing pleasures or otherwise we’ll have to wait for two days for the ending. My advice to those who happened to be into it, go read the book, much much better perspective. So, what do I think about it? Being an emotional person myself, I had to shed a tear or two, well; there are few moments worth being teary about and ponder upon. This kind of movie always made me INSAF for a while, made me wonder if there will ever be a FAHRI for me out there (although there are few things I can’t agree with J) and will I ever be as close as AIshah being the bigger person? Mmm…
And while watching that, I was also preparing for tomorrow’s makan-makan with close friends with mommy and Siti, Siti is the mastermind anyway. I just went along with it. Why? Not that I am not a good hostess. One thing that I will never be excited about is the idea of cooking! I just am too lazy ok, not lazy, well, I am just not into it (just like guys can be NOT INTO IT sometimes). I can help with the preparations or tidying up, but cooking, I am just… uninterested. So, what will that make me? I wonder sometimes if that a reason God haven’t found a Jodoh for me, you know, human nature… bla… bla… men will like to marry someone who can cook ya? take care of their food etc. *sigh* And there was a question, “dah tu kalau hang suka satu2 makanan tu takkan tak nak belajar membuatnya?” Well, I can buy it right? Or pay someone to do it for me? I do cook a little bit though; sometime in a blue moon; when I Really, Really into it. Rarely, but I tried and will try it again, just don’t push me… please…
Then again, maybe it’s just me.
Perhaps I do need a pusher, not the illegal kind, the motivational kind. Believe me when I said (as you were being told more than once), I am the most DEMOTIVATED person in my world at least. I am still waiting for the day; I got inspired and eventually do something about it. It will be more amazing if one particular individual can find their way to my miserable so-called personality and change that about me.
And while watching that, I was also preparing for tomorrow’s makan-makan with close friends with mommy and Siti, Siti is the mastermind anyway. I just went along with it. Why? Not that I am not a good hostess. One thing that I will never be excited about is the idea of cooking! I just am too lazy ok, not lazy, well, I am just not into it (just like guys can be NOT INTO IT sometimes). I can help with the preparations or tidying up, but cooking, I am just… uninterested. So, what will that make me? I wonder sometimes if that a reason God haven’t found a Jodoh for me, you know, human nature… bla… bla… men will like to marry someone who can cook ya? take care of their food etc. *sigh* And there was a question, “dah tu kalau hang suka satu2 makanan tu takkan tak nak belajar membuatnya?” Well, I can buy it right? Or pay someone to do it for me? I do cook a little bit though; sometime in a blue moon; when I Really, Really into it. Rarely, but I tried and will try it again, just don’t push me… please…
Then again, maybe it’s just me.
Perhaps I do need a pusher, not the illegal kind, the motivational kind. Believe me when I said (as you were being told more than once), I am the most DEMOTIVATED person in my world at least. I am still waiting for the day; I got inspired and eventually do something about it. It will be more amazing if one particular individual can find their way to my miserable so-called personality and change that about me.
Friday, October 03, 2008
Geramnya...
Yep, that’s my car. Yep, I am pissed off. Some nerve people have doing that during Hari Raya, while we were visiting friend. Grrr. What’s worse is when you will be blamed for this for the rest of my life, the “what if?” symptom throughout my pathetic life.
*sigh*
