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!