Have you ever ponder on these things?

How come wrong numbers are never busy?
Do people in Australia call the rest of the world 'up over'?
Does that screwdriver really belong to Phillip?
Can a stupid person be a smart-ass?
Does killing time damage eternity?
Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?
Why is it called lipstick if you can still move your lips?
Why is it that night falls but day breaks?
Why is the third hand on a clock called a second hand?
Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?
Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?
Are part-time band leaders semi-conductors?
Can you buy an entire chess set in a pawn-shop?
Day light savings time - why are they saving it and where do they keep it?
Do jellyfish get gas from eating jellybeans?
Do pilots take crash-courses?
Do Roman paramedics refer to IV's as "4's"?
Do stars clean themselves with meteor showers?
Have you ever seen a toad on a toadstool?
How can there be self-help "groups"?
How do you get off a non-stop flight?
How do you write zero in Roman numerals?
How many weeks are there in a light year?
If a candle factory burns down, does everyone just stand around and sing "Happy Birthday?"
If a jogger runs at the speed of sound, can he still hear his walkman?
If Barbie's so popular, why do you have to buy all her friends?
If blind people wear dark glasses, why don't deaf people wear earmuffs?
If cats and dogs didn't have fur would we still pet them?
If peanut butter cookies are made from peanut butter, then what are Girl Scout cookies made out of?
If space is a vacuum, who changes the bags?
If swimming is good for your shape, then why do the whales look the way they do?
If tin whistles are made out of tin, what do they make fog horns out of?
If you can't drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?
If you jog backwards, will you gain weight?
If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?Why do the signs that say "Slow Children" have a picture of a running child?
Why do they call it 'chili' if it's hot?
Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?

Fatally Addicted to...

M not a gamester. In fact I don’t the see point of sitting in front of PC or TV or anywhere with PSP in hands, ears plugged with earphones. Membesarkan bontot ade lah if m to do that. But m totally addicted to this LOCO ROCO. So cute! 1st time I tried it was when me and the gang were road tripping to Terengganu (wonder when we can do that again…never, I guess…so sad :( !!! ). Cipan Buntal introduced me to it. he brought his PSP along. I remember I was thinking like 'PSP? yeah big deal. Tak paham la apsal dah tua2 bangka leh do nak main PSP lagi...isk isk..' (m not a gadget person OK!). Hehehe... I can't read newspaper, novel or concentrating on something static whenever m in a car or anything that moves but I just had to play that game. So m the one went loco and ended ‘pengsan’ in the car. Miss those times….huwaaaa

p's: Jom la road tripping lg.....

Confessions of a Shopaholic

Went to the premiere of Confession of a Shopaholic last night @ Cineleisure Mutiara Damansara. Got the ticket form bro café yang tanpa jemu menberikan aku discount apabila aku terlupa membawa duit lebih ketika membeli loh see fun atau dry wantan mee. Dengan hanya berbekalkan meal card and senyuman konon comel, aku terus hidup dan berkembang mekar di office yang 'macam-macam ada' ini.hehe.

Confession of a Shopaholic told the story of a young, vibrant woman, Rebecca Bloomwood (Bex) who has this uncontrollable urge to shop even if that burying herself up to the eyeball with credit card debt! She’s trying to land her dream job as a fashion journalist at ALLETE Magazine but ended up at financial mag as a columnist for personal finance under the pen-name ‘Girl with Green Scarf’. She wove web of lies and kept on continuing drowning herself in debt because she just can’t ignore the calling of Prada (gimme those bags!!!), Gucci (can’t blame her, the shoes are gorgeous!), Macy. Yves Saint Laurent (I’m in heaven on earth!), Barneys, Catherine Malandrino and Marc Jacobs (the shades…oh..my heart stops beating!), just to name A FEW!. Things then begin to unravel and she needs to set aside her priorities and make up to her best friend, Suze, her hunk of a boss, Luke and her parents.

I love the way she described her feeling about shopping;

"You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that's what it's like when I see a store. Only it's better."

“Shopping and store is much nicer than man because when you are not satisfied with the dress, you can always return it back to the store 7 days later for cashmere”.

Eloquently put I should say. Hehe. Store never disappoints you, only bleed you dry.

But what really got me thinking is what her father told her when she said the RV defines her father.

“That doesn’t define me. Only you and your mother define who I am”

So true eh? People are getting too materialistic, emphasizing on worldly belonging. Status is defined by the possession of wealth. Beauty is defined by the designer clothes even if it is butt-ugly Ferragamo’s, people will still buy it. Success is defined by the ability to move within this circle and shoulder-rubbing and hobnobbing with the who’s who of the town.

This movie tries to combine the Devil Wear Prada and Legally Blonde, essentially. It may seem comical but it does have an underlying message to convey such as relationship between people, trust, loyalty, and so forth.

P/s: My sister totally needs to watch this!

Once Upon a Time : Rain

Yesterday I woke up to the sound of falling rain. Constantly I was transported back to the Kem Batalion 4 PPH. Back then, whenever it rained, me and my lil’ bro will be beggin’ ba and mak to let us ‘tolak parit’. Hehe… obviously, it was just an excuse to get out and play in the rain. After cleaning the drain for few seconds, we went and splashed ourselves in every ditch we can findand any other places where the rain pooled. Sometimes, my big bro joined us and we played football. As usual I will be the goalkeeper because I can’t tackle the ball. So I just waited patiently until the ball my bro tried to score. It was then I will plunge myself in any direction just so I can slide on the watery grass… lantak le ke bola tu nak gol ke tak. Janji boleh main hujuan. Hehe..it was such fun!!!

The most memorable rain in my life was in 1994 back in Briged Utara PGA. It was noon. Just got back from school. I was getting ready for Sekolah Agama Rakyat, which I am planning on skipping that day because I want to watch a Hindi movie. Hehe.. Cant remember what movie actually. I went inside my mom’s room to tell her (it was scary..takot siot nk mintak ponteng!). It was getting dark and windy outside. The wind kept on building and howling out there. From the window, I saw the trees were thrashing violently. Dengan hati yang berbunga2, told my mom ‘nak ribut, tak boleh p sekolah. Satgi kena panah kilat’.

Then we both went to the living room. It poured like crazy. The sound was deafening! I open the front door, the water level nearly reached the door level (the garage floor and the doorstep has like 6 inch gap). Mind you, my home was up on a hill! Then suddenly it sounded like a giant threw thousands of pebbles on the roof. My mom rushed outside then she yelled at me to come out. I flew out of my seat and went to her. It was ice!!! Pure, clear unblemished ice! It plummeted down on my house and that was causing such roaring noise! It was sooo alien to me and I was momentarily speechless. Then I grabbed the ice and began to play with them, washing my face and squeezing til they melted in my palms and putting ice into my mom’s t-shirt. Hehe…budak2 lagi mase tu OK! It was the talk of the school for weeks! But I had the greatest story coz the ice that rained around my home were bigger as I live up on the hill.. Hahaha.. so I am totally the coolest person around! Keke

Miss those times really...When we were still young and free with no worries except homeworks and basuh kasut skolah!

The Journey Pt1

Been a hectic weekend…*sigh.. Went to my ex-classmate + ex-housemate + ex-roommate + ex-sleepingmate (ade ke istilah tuh??) @ negeri Cik Siti Wan Kembang and Puteri Saadong. So many things ran thru my mind on the way there. So many things flashed back to me. One of it is that I miss the good ol’ days! Used to had this kind of journey when I was a lil’ cute girl. Err.. When I told cipan oren and cipan buntalku, diorg gelak and said the cute part they can accept but “little”, they cannot imagine! Brutal tol kedua2 cipan yang oversized tu. Haha cipan parit jangan marah saya ngutuk cipan oren ye…

Back to the story..*sigh… reminiscing the past is some kind of sweet-torture. My dad was seldom home back in the 80’s and 1990. Communists were still roaming our jungle, so he went there, guarding the border for months at a time. When he’s not on standby, he’ll take us jalan-jalan. Kelantan, Terengganu, Pahang, Perlis are the places we frequently went. Visiting relatives, stopping at interesting places along the way such as Gua Kelam, Bukit Berapit river, Tasek Bera, Sungai Woh, Cameron, Fraser, Pantai Bisikan Bayu, Penarik… so many places we went in my dad’s Nissan Bluebird. I miss that car!! Sume bersumbat, but we were happy..so friggin’ happy!

the best car ever!

My favorite back then was crossing the Banjaran Titiwangsa to get to Kelantan. Still love that place. So serene. There was one time back in late 90’s, we went back to Kelantan to see Tok Mama. Along the Jalanraya Timur-Barat, the trees were orange, yellow, and brown. It was like fall in Europe! It’s simply breathtaking! My heart still aches when I remember that moment. How I really wish to stop the time…to capture that moment forever…huwaaa….Life was sooo simple back then. If only I could turn back time….

Crossing the Titiwangsa

Actually I’m not done yet…but no mood already…

One Last Time

I LOVE My Prens!!

Ok. This the last time. M gonna promise to myself I’ll forget everything and move on. Let bygones be bygones. I think I’ve depleted my anger with all the ranting and raving in this space for quite some time now. I just want thing to go back to normal now….It’s the end of the road for all of us so let’s go back and forgive and forget...

Yeah, I know I can’t forget but I’ll try my damnest! I’m not perfect so does everybody. Mahatma Gandhi once said that "The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” Lagipun aku tetibe teringat lagu ni ketika tengah kusyuk memproses promo AFC and Celestial….

“Buat apa gaduh-gaduh sama kita,

Malaysia kita ini kecik aja,

Kalau semua gaduh sapa nak jaga...”

Another thing is that anger just makes us a prisoner of our own feeling. When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free. So we can never really be free until we let go of the demon that constantly trying to chain us in the unbreakable bond hatred and revenge.

Ok. You don’t like the philosophy thingy. So I’ll put this into another perspective that u might relate to;

“ Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.” -Oscar Wilde

Hehe…simple yet so very true eh…so its a double-edge sword la….

P/s: Aku taknak gaduh2 dah...nanti lagi la aku cepat tua...huhuhu....Jangan la bagi aku nampak tua..Nanti jatuh la saham aku yang telah sedia rendah ini..Huwaaaa

Point Of No Return (?)

Seriously…I feel like I’ve had it up here (pointing @ my throat) already. The situation is so messed up. Feel the need to get away you know. Start over again with new people, new environment. If I’m feeling this way, what ‘bout those who directly involved eh? How can ya’ all seem so all ok (outwardly lah). Hmm… this is so stupid.

People say that we can’t marry our cousins coz the genetic pool will stay stagnant, no room for new things to pool up, inbreeding and so forth. Same goes to social circle I guess. Stay too close together for quite sometimes we’ll end up being too sluggish and inert. And the important part is, we’ll start getting annoyed with each other. With each and every move we make, it’ll rile up somebody somehow. It just bugs them. Ade je yang tak kena.

Friends Should:

Aristotle once suggested that the traditional idea of friendship has three components:

1. Friends must enjoy each other's company
2. They must be useful to one another
3. They must share a common commitment to the good

So when the first starts failing, the rest of it will be tailing along sooner or later. Then suddenly, when we finally realized what went wrong, it’ll be too late to revive the lost friendship. Yes, we do go our own separate ways someday, but it shouldn’t be on bad term. After all we’ve been thru; it’s a shame to end it up like that…truly a shame lost. But what if we truly reach the point of no return??

“True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost.” — Charles Caleb Colton