Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Year end Family Holiday

Date : 28-29 December
Venue : Kalumpang Resort and Training Centre

Nuff said. The place was okaay but the water was freakin damn cool.
Not to say much, just pictures.

Nasib baik ada that 'thing', kalo tak everyone surely lemas.

I didnt camwhore much, so just uploading everyone else's pics.

On the night, we all celebrated my uncle's birthday. Damn cool because it was raining.

My narcissist family XD

~Some random pics~

The Simple Plan wannabe, konon

My big family

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Love of a parent

Taken from Annes blog......

The bedside window was covered in frost. It was probably the coldest winter Dublin has seen in years. In the dark room lay a figure, not on the single bed adorning the room but on the floor. The heater was broken so Abdul was wrapped in 4 layers of sweaters. He was crying so hard that it got harder and harder for him to breathe. It all seemed a blur to him, what had just happened.

A year ago...

“Abdul! Abdul! There’s a letter for you in the mail”. at the sound of his mother calling, Abdul jumped up from the sofa where he was sitting and rushed to the yard. it was a sunny day. as soon as he stepped out of the house, abdul was blinded by the hot sun. it took him about 2 minutes to finally rip open the envelope and reveal the contents of the letter. Abdul's hands were trembling. all his effort for years in the IB program lead to this defining moment in his life. did he get the scolarship to the university of his choice in ireland? a single bead of tear rolled down his cheek, and puan Aminah knew it was the happiest day in Abdul's life.

It was late. The dark sky was littered with stars and out of courtesy the moon dimmed its gleam. Only the rustling of leaves and the croaking of a nearby frog filled the otherwise deafening silence. Raju got off his old Honda motorcycle. The day’s newspapers stacked on his seat were threatening to tumble. Quickly, he took the stack into pak Ali’s store. It was the same as usual. The store smelled of coffee and pak ali was sitting at his cashier’s desk. As Raju walked in, he glanced towards the clock on the wall. He was late. “Ali, maaflah lambat, anak saya sakit tadi. Bawak dia jumpa doktor”, raju said. Raju knew all too well of his oldest client’s particular habit of expecting punctuality. Instead, he was greeted with a quiet smile. Pak ali was never the one to be generous with smiles, so raju knew that it was an occasion. Pak ali told raju all about how his son was offered a scholarship to the best university in Ireland to study medicine. The two of them sat down and had coffee, Pak ali gleaming with pride and raju was happy for his friend. “abdul jadi doctor, doktor abdul”, raju said to himself as he hugged pak ali. Clearly raju couldn’t contain his excitement. Pak ali just nodded, but deep inside, he was repeating those very words again and again ready to burst with pride, as would any father.

The Chicken Rice Restaurant near Abdul’s house was busy as it has always been every time he and his family went there for dinner. The place was not too big with black and white tables and chairs neatly arranged along both ends of the space. On the walls hung pictures of menus, mainly a variety of chicken and oriental cuisine. His family was a regular customer and the owner was a good friend of Pak Ali whom decided that dinner was on the house that night to celebrate the good news. The floor was a little slippery as Abdul made his way from the toilet and sat down to continue eating his dinner. After finishing the Chicken soup, Abdul started telling his dad about the party he was planning to throw. Pak Ali listened for the whole 5minutes of Abdul’s grand idea, including the never-ending guest list that Abdul made. Pak Ali no longer had the appetite to eat or finish his last piece of roasted chicken.

The business at the store wasn’t going so well, plus last month, burglars broke into their home stealing RM5000 worth of items including cash and Puan Aminah’s jewellery that she had inherited for generations. Pak Ali was saving up to get Abdul a surprise gift, a new laptop, he even cut out a photo of the new model of Sony laptop and had put it behind the cashier’s desk in the store to motivate himself into working harder.
Abdul had no idea about the unfortunate event.

A few months ago..

It was the most nerve wrecking few weeks Abdul had experienced. The final papers were tougher than Abdul expected, at times he could see some of his classmates crying indignantly after finishing their paper. Abdul had requested his father to come by and bring a smart set of black blazer, a tie, a pair of grey slacks and a light blue shirt to match Abdul’s light brown hair and give a confident look for the interview that was taking place in the next week. While waiting for his father in the gazebo near his dormitory, Abdul could see other families arriving. Cars came and went, filling the usually empty parking space on every other day. It was a hot day and Abdul began to get nervous thinking about his interviews when he saw Pak Ali pulling in from the main entrance.

“Abah, what do you think about my party? Can I please have this party? My friends are already asking me when and where they should come.” Abdul asked his father. His face was full of hopes, half smiling. The restaurant was almost empty. The workers had started to put away chairs and tables while cleaning the floor. Most of the customers had left and only Abdul’s family and some other people were still there. Abdul could see his father’s face immediately turned pale as he took out his favourite dark brown cotton handkerchief to wipe his face, which he usually does whenever he gets nervous after getting a bad news. Abdul felt confused at first. He earned this. He had been staying up late at night revising, over and over, getting 100% prepared. He had his family picture tucked in his wallet at all times to give him courage and perseverance to deal with the tasks at hand.

Abdul was devastated. His father’s long silence turned his smile into a frown. Abdul couldn’t believe it, he felt somehow betrayed by his father. All this while, he tried to be grateful even when his father couldn’t give him things such as an ipod, playstation, PSP or vacations to Disneyland or Europe like most of his other friends. Abdul looked down and stared at his reflection on the polished marble floor, trying to hide his upset face. His visions became blurry, tears started to build up. He felt hot despite the cool night air lingering the atmosphere. Dinner ended with no laughter and everyone was silent except for his little sister who was too young to understand anything. Pak Ali and Puan Aminah looked at each other. Their faces showed obvious sign of guilt. Puan Aminah put her hands on her son’s shoulder to comfort him but she was shrugged off, harshly.

At midnight the house was already dark and quiet. The only source of light came from his night lamp while Abdul carefully check his list and tidily arranged everything in and finally zipping shut his luggage. Abdul was prepared. There were two big bags neatly positioned at the corner of his bedroom beside the door. They were filled with winter coats, boots and some curry spices that Puan Aminah had forced him to take along. It was a chaotic day, Abdul didn’t get any rest. He was all over town getting everything he needed. Finally, lying down on his bed in his pyjamas, he knew it was the last night he would spend sleeping in this house. There was a knock on the door. He could hear his father asking if he was still awake. Abdul pretended to sleep, he wasn’t ready to confront his father about feeling upset the other day. The door creaked open, he heard a few footsteps, paused and then turned back around with a small sigh.

Abdul just reached his new home in Dublin. Despite the bright sun, the air was crisp and cold, it was the beginning of winter. He had two other housemates sharing this small but warm apartment. The view from his window was a wide grass lawn overlooking a small lake. He could see people jogging and walking their dogs around the lake, some families were having a picnic. It does remind him of his family. But he still couldn’t get his mind to forget about his unfulfilled last request. Months passed by and Abdul grew further apart from his family. He rarely calls them, usually giving excuses on how busy he is.

Back home, Pak Ali was sitting uncomfortably at a tour agency. The air-conditioned room and cosy seats didn’t help him relax, so did the estimate for his travel. As he stared blankly at the porcelain ceiling, he made up his mind about really wanting to go visit Abdul. He had given it a lot of thought.

Abdul finally gathered the strength to stand up. His whole body felt weak and he felt queasy. He walked over to his desk and opened the bottom drawer. There was a picture of his family covered in a layer of dust. But that was not what he was looking for. Under it was an unopened envelope. Abdul stared at it for a few seconds before opening it. Tears were streaming down his face. There was a letter;

Dear abdul, my son.
First of all, abah would like to apologize for not being able to give you what you wanted. Im very sorry my son. Its not that i didn’t want to, i just couldn’t afford it. I love you abdul, more than anything on god’s earth. Please forgive abah. I really miss you. I would do anything, even beg and steal for you abdul. I hope you will forgive this weak old man for disappointing you. I have decided to come to Dublin with your mother to visit you. I am working very hard and will still do as long as i am able to provide for you. Me and your mother can’t wait to see you. Only god knows how much we have missed you. I love you abdul and so does your mother. I will inform you of our plans when it is confirmed. Take care my son.
Abah and mak.

Abdul wept. The feeling of dread filled his soul. There was nothing he could do now. Nothing at all. He clutched his knees to his chest and sat on the floor for hours. What had happened just a short time ago filled his head. It was replaying over and over again in his mind; there was a tap on the door. His friend, samad passed him a cell phone. He heard his mother, crying. His father was stabbed to death in his store late that night. He was working overtime. Abdul knew deep in his heart that his father was working to support him and at the thought of that, at the thought of that it was his fault, abdul knew he could never forgive himself.2 years has passed since that fateful night. Abdul still wished he had realized sooner. He still blames himself. But he is trying hard to make things right. At least his mother is laughing again and as for Abdul, lets say there is no better son a mother could ask for.

P/S: Annes, Im touched!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Once Upon A Time

I was quite a big fan of boy band. Without a single shame, I admit, I am still a big fan. The reason I post this entry, is because last few weeks, I watched some sorta 'Boy-Band Countdown Chart' on MTV. I cant believe, that I still be able to remember the lyrics of every single piece of those boybands songs. What a big fan,huh?

So, I rank my favourite boyband. Nothing to do what. So, why not??
These photos arranged in order.

My yummy yummy BSB. Why I said yummy. Look at each and evryone of them. Arent they yummy. Ohhh mereka memang yummy.Over 1 decade, still alive ( but minus on member). I love u guys till death laa...
Brian Littrel. My favourite BSB member. Extra yummy.Always been thinking of being her wife. But now, he's married. Ok laa..For his own good. Marry me also not good. Surely my parents hambat me with penyapu.
Brian sooo cute can die..
My favourite too. Damn this photo looks so gay. But, Jc sooo cute. Can die also.
The Moffats.
Cutie cutie little boys. Mwahahahah ( why i started to sound gay too?)
Good boys. Nice voice too.
What a photo laaa wei. So naive.
But now, they all grown up. Very goodlooking tau.
Hanson, PRESENT.
Naah, my 2 equally favourite groups. FIVE and Westlife.

There are many other boybands that i love.but never possibly to list em all here. Just remember few of them like Point Break, NewKids on The block, Boyz II Men, Blue, B2K. Cannot remember them all, lah.

I dont mind of anything u wanna call me. I was proud to be boyband fan and I am still proud. Who cares?? I dont ask for your money.
The one and only thing, I've been doing till today is,


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Im back!

Been MIA for almost 2weeks.
No internet connection, and my number been blocked by those stupido Maxis, I guess, Im not MIA, im outta this world.
Anyways, 2 weeks was really a blast. My siblings and I had really a good time.
We were on KL for family vacation and wedding. Vacation at KL? [WTF with looong sigh]
KL very bosan laa, just so many skycrappers and shopping malls only maa..
But its okaay laa. PaMa money what??? hee~hee

Ok Ok, cut the crap. I went to so many places. Places that I dont even think that I would put myself in. Mwahahhaha what a word.!!!
Yea-lorr,I've been living in KL for almost 2years wat.
Never even think of such places.

First thing first,of course laa my all-time favourite, IceSkating.

When we were going back home, I bumped into this.
Pirates of the Carribean carnival.Some sort of the cranival to celebrate the srcreening of the trilogy during this Christmas on StarMovie.
Unfortunately, we didnt even met the mascots.[Are they should be called mascots??I have no idea,I just wanna meet Captain Jack Sparrow, the mascots super real, I tell you!,] because we have to rush back to my uncle's house to help him prepare for her daughter's wedding.
Ooops, before that. Christmas tree at Sunway Pyramid was huge and cantiiik. Nothing beats Sunway Pyramid's tree. Not KLCC, not OU, not Pavi. Eh eh wait, Pavi??? Ok OK. Pavi's trumps Sunway's !
The next following days, just spent time at home and lepak2 nearby.
We went to Aquaria also. [ *another sigh*]
I've been there actually, during my Komunikasi Sebagai Oku task.Got special price for OKU ooo.
Anyways,Oklaaa just to bring my adik-adik rather than stay at home and die in boredom.
P/S: Got piranha ooo this time. Damn, I was sooo jakun. When I went there with my classmates, xde piranha pon.
We also went to Petrosains. *looong yawn*
I always been thinking that this place only suitable for 'lawatan sambil belajar' during primary school.
Oklaaa for adik-adik [again]. Afterall, i love medical stuff only,not Physics.
We were trying,playing and experimenting with those stuffs.
Me while waiting for the helicopter thingy. Mengada-ly showing off my damage hair.
My psychotic sisters
On our way back, riding some sort of creepy gondola called Dark Ride. Damn tired ooo. But, tired tired, must camwhore!
On our last day, we went to our cousin's wedding. The red base wedding.
My cousin's husband looks like Mea's bf [how come?]
Naah, some random pictures.
One is always not enough. Took me two, to get my sensation over-rated.
Lepak-ing. That's what we do best (ehh second best) First is camwhoring.
Purposedly close my eyes. Showing off my cheap eye shadow.

P/S: I dedicate this post to dearest Husna since she wants her name posted in my new post. Naah, for you!
+ 2weeks without internet access, I am back! For more facebook-ing, gossipping, missing pals, downloading etc etc.. Plus, I miss my facebook pet soooooo much.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008


I'm going back KL tonight.
Gonna be MIA for 2 weeks (maybe less maybe more)
So ppl, dont miss me much okaay.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Why I quit my voluntary work

  1. Abah got into accident last week. My car (not my car actually) broke down twice today. So, transportation is indeed a really major problem.
  2. Cristmas is coming soon. Celebration at Yayasan is coming up too. Damn i hate to be involved in those decorating, handling performance etc....Plus, it would be super busy at there. Enough for me to wake up at 630 every morning and get back 630 everyday.
  3. Have to go back to KL next week and spend the next 2weeks there. It will be too demanding if I request for 2weeks leave.
  4. I cant stand had to find places to get my Zohor done everyday since Yayasan got no surau at all.
  5. JaiKumar started giving me tis and tat sorta projects. I dont want to do any extra homework.
  6. JaiKumar started planning for my own treatment session for the next following weeks. Damn, I scared!!!

However,its very hard for me to say goodbye. I took several hours to make the resignation letter. 2 weeks, I almost remember all the names of the clients. Can you imagine that?

I miss my job. Full time therapist, teacher, clerk, even translator ( you see, Jaikumar cannot speak Malay and most of clients cannot speak English as well)

Damn!!! Im gonna miss everyone there. Especially the clients. Cute kids, cute kids, cute kids. What else could i ask for more???

  1. Without a single doubt, Ooi Jia Jian, you are the cutest kid in the whole wide world.
  2. Lee Poi Yee, you are the prettiest Chinese girl I've ever seen
  3. Wong Siew Lin, you are still my most favourite patient.
  4. JayaKumar, most ambitious and determined man.
  5. The adorable Kailash, i heart you very much!!!!
  6. The talkative yet charming kid. Anas Zulfaqar.
  7. The goodlooking physiotherapist (name should not be mentioned for the sake of anonymity)

Thanks a bunch guys for this priceless experience.



Finally, can wake up at 12 noon everyday, off to bed at 5am every night, online till my laptop explode.

off to bed. (WTF?? Its 945 only) arghhh i handled autistic cases all day long okaay. Im exhausted as hell!

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Chronicles of Jaikumar - end part

Day 5,

Finally,Jaikumar came in.When i came yesterday morning, he was on meeting. Okaay,so i patiently waited for him inside his room with all the curiousity that was killing me slowly. Half an hour later, he came in.
My imagination flew away. I was expecting Arjun Rampal or atleast the best that i could get is Anil Kapoor. He is nothing of Arjun, Anil nor Amitabh Bachaan.
Look, i mean no insultation here. He is good. Maybe i just expected too high, then i got low. That was it. I knocked my head few times.
Anyways he was nice. He teached me many thing. He even ask me to ask him more. He trusted me, because he left me to conduct therapy session alone. He was a good man.
Since i post this post a day late, actually, all I need to tell is about yesterday. I nearly got into an fatal accident. One car nearly bumped me when i was on my way to work. The car was extremely laju and we both nearly crashed up. Then we had some fights at the middle of the roundabout (yes, it happened at roundabout). Can you imagine that?
This fuckin lamb scolded and accused me of this and that. I was like " Hey hallo, awak yang bawak laju,jgn nk salahkan orang lain pulak" .Then we gaduh2 for few minutes. He even said
" Baru dapat lesen,dah nak berlagak bawak kereta"
Damn!!!! I was extremely panassssss. Then I said " Awak ingat saya ni muda sangat ke?? Awak jgn cakap org laa. Sekarang nie awak yang salah tau". Then we gaduh2 some more, until both of us left the scene with body temperature reached 98 degrees Celcius.
After i punched in atwork, I lepak a while. Called mea to tell her bout what had happen. Then she asked if my car got the P sign. I looked around.
My car got the sign laa wei. No wonder laa he said those things.
Wuttha? Not me okaay? I got my license years ago. Its my sis laa.
After a while, I sat down and tried to clearly recall the whole incident.
Then, something rang a bell.
It was my fault laa wei. I didnt realize I was in the wrong lane.
LOL!!!! Mwahahahahahahaahha
Anyways, still no sorry for you,lamb!!!
Those are memories. The bad one- I guess.
And YEAY!!!
TGI weekend!!!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Chronicles of Jaikumar - part 1

DAY 3,

Jaikumar still not coming in. He still on MC.
Damn! I wonder how he looks like.



Monday, November 24, 2008

My First day as Volunteer

Yeay!!! End of day 1....

Today, I started my voluntary work at Yayasan Sultan Idris. Basically, it is the foundation centre that provides facilities for disabilities.
No wonder,it is named YSIS - Untuk Orang-orang Cacat.
Yep, i am not been paid.
Voluntary work,what?
The place is quite nice, it is located at Bercham, which is quite far from my house.

Stolen from
When i came in that morning,they sent me to the physiotherapy unit since the OT there was on MC.
Interesting part bout this foundation,most of their staff are Indians. I noticed 2 of them are Malays, and few chinese at admin office and the speech therapist is chinese as well.
But, its okay. because
Ok ok.Let me put it this way. One of their Physiotherapist is so laaa the goodlooking one.
Yep, he's Indian.
Owh and i forgot to add one part. most of their staff also are -INDIA MARI.
When they sent me to Physio unit, i soooo laa the bored one. Look, i did familiarize myself with those patient's conditions, but there's nothing that i can do after all.
I just stupidly stood there, and watched every single thing they did.
Then i got scolded by this uncle- he hapens to be one of the YSIS client.
He had stroke - so, must be many cognitive problem.
He barely differentiate me with the one of the physio lady.
This fellow, ya ya having so much pain laa during those exercises due to his condition plus the muscles rigidity.
He shouted " Rani ( the lady's name), hey Rani, bukak ini. Saya sudah tak tahan laa,saya mahu balik."
I was like, looking at another client.
Then he shouted again " hey Rani, lu pandang mana??sini kasi tengok laa.. bukak ini. Saya mahu balik"
Mwahahhahahahahahahahahaha..Im not Rani OKAY uncle?
Then,after lunch break, they sent me to OT unit.
Waaaahhhh.. finally.. what a relieve!
Since there was only one asisstant therapist left, and the clients were soo banyak,
the asisstant lady- dengan selambanya said
"ok U amik sorang, I amik sorang"
then I said " Haaah??saya nak buat apa??saya xtahu!!"
"U buat laa ape yg you da belajar"
That was basically what happened today.
I learned a lot.
And I saw the scapulohumeral rythm for the 1st time.
Man,cannot imagine before this,u know.
Then I had my first ever patient today. JayaKumar.
Indian guy, with head injury.
God,bless me for the next following days!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Hurray Hurray

Hello Hols,

Yep! Finally,finals is over. Damn i cant believe that finals is really over.
Is it really over?? OMG!! Thankgoodness!

Speaking of finals, Damn i tell you. Finals was one heck form of torture.
Books + study + lack of many nite-sleeps + craving of foods + tremendously difficult questions = symptoms of schizophrenic attack!!!

Let me put it this way. Lemme describe the difficulty level of each subject. One subject at a time okay?
Pathology - OK laaa
ITC- Ermmm
PTC- Ermmm
Biomechanics- Quite Yep
Kinesiology- NO no NO no
Pharmacology- Ermm URghhh warghhh DAMMMIT BIG CAPITAL LETTERS of NO!


To me, finals is much more torturing than SPM. Anyways, I'm glad its really over. I cannot describe how glad I am with such words.


These were taken during studyweeks. Err I meant that the hectic studyweeks.

Yep,it leads to mental depression.

*Ehem ehem* While camwhoring is fun


What a relieve! Yeay!!

Am having therapy for my pathetic soul. Ahaks, I shop till I broke. Of course, I am broke!

And the sleepover. Sleepover was fun. Especially with Myra and Afiq. Had a lot of chitchatting, gossipping, shopping, bowling, facebook-ing, nintendo-ing etc etc... Unfortunately, lack of camwhoring. Having so much fun till forgot to camwhore somemore.


Damn,i know im a little bit exaggerating. Pardon me! Its the post-exam syndrome.

Anyways,im saying goodbye to semester 1. You are off to go baby!! And never hope to meet you again.


Saturday, November 8, 2008


one night,somewhere around KL and Bangi.
Vye : Babe, he replied the same thing. "Sorry if disturd you." Wtf with the disturd shit??? OMG I need to convince him going back school.
Peiwen: OMG! Throw the tadika bag to him.
Vye : I bet this guy never learnt. You go and politely adress his mistakes la.
Peiwen : I will buy the English book for him. He is useless for studying and living for 20 yrs.
To this man,
Neither Peiwen or I, we would never adress your mistake,otherwise you would be thinking that we were too cocky. But please,if u'r reading this.
FYI, disturb goes with the letter B at the back, not D, not disturD,obviously.
And yes, big NO for you.
I cant stand being for another idiot.
Hell yeah!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

What I Want

For this very moment, with the entire mode mixing up (you know I had this exam thingy going on), Ive been craving for many things.

  1. Be the ninth caller at Fly Fm to win a chance to meet Chris Brown in person at Manila. Chris Brown, ive been waiting for this moment to meet you. I’d give the world to meet you. Apparently, I cant sing or whatever-the-action-is to call and impressed the DJ. With this final exam is going on,… dammmit!!! I really want to meet him.
  2. Watching movie. I have a buy-one-get-another-one-free GSC coupon I got for dining in at one of the restaurant at Pavilion with Mea months ago. The coupon valid date is 1 November. Yep, today. Dammit. I wish I could’ve use the coupon long ago.
  3. I want Chillis! Its been almost a year since I had my last Chillis-ing session. The last time was with Nada and Ben. Damn, since Pavilion existed, we’ve been forgetting Chillis. The other reason is probably the Tepanyaki spot that we discovered at Pavilion food court that is so sedaap and affordable.
  4. Going back home, and finish downloading Grey’s Anatomy Season 5 until episode 6. I only managed to download until episode 5 due to the internet speed that is super lembap. Other than that, Gossip Girl season 2 has released till episode 8, I guess. I only have until episode 4. Damn Im so yesterday!
  5. Eagerly waiting for Grey's Anatomy episode 6 uploaded thru Youtube. Since there is no way that im gonna be back home in anytime soon, i'll update myself with the series through Youtube. Unfortunately, they only uploaded till episode 5. Cant wait to see Christina and Dr Hunt. They make pretty perfect couple. Then Burke will come back and feel like shit. No la, that part i made it up. I love Burke though.
  6. I hope of miracle to happen. Miracle such as when im entering the shoppin mall, I won the RM5000 voucher for being the 1billionth visitors. They you go, im broke, in the simpler word. So I hope for anyting in particular to happen since I need, and I really need to get my pre and post exam therapy for soul. Translation : I need money to go shopping.
  7. Finish going through all this academic stuff. Not just go through, what I really meant is understand and able to memorize each and every single of them. Its a lot, I tell you.Hope of not dying within this exam war.
  8. I want exam to end soon. Damn I hate exam. Nobody likes exam though. Do you? I think whoever likes exam, deserve himself to be circumsiced ( for 2nd time,perhaps?)
  9. Kill those mat rempit(s) or tell them to go merempit at somewhere else. They driving me crazy with those cheap stupid bike. I need to study,moron! Its not something I do everyday, so can you all atleast spare me one day for my study day.
  10. What exactly I want is stop posting this stupid post and continue my study. Ohh I wish I really wished for that.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Police and the villain.

Its 330 am ppl. Im still right here,at the balcony, waiting for another drama. Im witnessing the coolest event of the year. Naah im kidding. Not that cool afterall lah. Nampak kereta polis kejar kereta orang jahat je. Lots of police okay.Selalu tengok dlm Tv je kan?. Gerak Khas?Roda roda Kuala Lumpur (reminds me back at primary school.What a story la weh) Okay2 maybe I prefer NCIS?CSI? or anything similar. Takkan lah Gerak Khas. The gunshot pun sounds very funny.

Anyways,Hahahaha. Nak gelak dulu. mwahaha..Huhuhuhu. Dei, gila ad haa??( refering 2 myself okay?) Me, with the over-rated level of excited~ness called Fana. I was like "Weh2 bangun laa.Nie tengok polis kejar org jahat,mcm dlm cerite Gerak khas la" .And she was like " Haa??? Mane mane?? nak tengok jugak!"

Funny funny. Damn I tell you, the chasing scene was super real ( of course la real kan, takkan diorg main2 pulak. what laa aku nie). The villain drove the black car with thousands of police cars chasing over him. This mangkuk, unfortunately almost cost a motorcyclist a life. Luckily, only his helmet fell off. What a villain. If i were you, i would have given up since the very beginning. I mean, look at the number of police cars laa wei.

Quoting Linda : Saya rasa penjahat tue pon rase bersalah sbb langgar pakcik motorcyclist tue.

-Wwahahahahhahaha. Linda linda. What la you. Dia penjahat, sure xrase guilty. At all.

Im lucky living at the 20th floor. Witnessing from high above, i tell you, super cool laa weh.The police cars were everywhere.And produced noisy sound too. Sometimes i wonder, wouldnt be nice if they chase the villain, without turn the siren on? If they turn on the siren, of course la the villain would run away once hears the sound. Then, I learned, maybe ( i did mention maybe) the siren is for another drivers. To inform them that ,sorta like this "We are currently chasing a super dangerous man in the world here. So, boleh x korang ke tepi,jgn block jln aku!" Makes sense kan?Mwahahaha.

Whoever the villain was, I hope they manage to caught u. Serve you right la. Dah la jahat, and caused trouble to the policeman lak to kejar you. Then they put the stupid siren. then this whole building cannot get sleep. What a loser! Causing trouble to everyone. No wonder la people called you 'penjahat' Cause you mmg jahat.

What im saying is, i am stupid for posting this stupid blog. Polis kejar org jahat je. Forgive me. This is a syndrome of couldnt-get-enough-sleep + still-cannot-go-to-bed + lotsa things to study + hungry + excited + sleepy-actually.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Curry-Puff session

For the first time ever~
Our class at PLPP turned to havoc,fun and of course chaotic.

We did the same kinesiological analysis as we did on Spagetthi Bolognaise before.

~the difference only on the subject.

We did the analysis on the trainee at PLPP.
So, we made CurryPuff.


Gosh. I envy his dimple.

Prihatin gile En Din kite ni..

A picture tells thousand words.Can u see the difference? Seemed like i was the one handicapped and xbetol. Hehehe..And he?? He was fine. Totally fine. I tell you.

That was my first time making currypuff,actually.

Yet, all the credits goes to me.

I made the prettiest currypuff [ehem ehem]

My first ever made currypuff. Cool huh???


As today is the 3rd day of PMR

Im wishing to all the PMR candidates


And a very special wish of luck to my sister


May luck always be with you and you'll pass with flying colours.