Sunday, March 29, 2015

masih adakah?

hari ni menerima dua perkhabaran sedih. satu, sepupu eksiden. patah dua-dua peha. kepala hantuk atas cermin depan kereta yang buat u-turn kat tempat yg tak sepatutnya. akibatnya, concussion. hemorrhage. sampai kene jahit dahi. meraung-raung dalam bilik bedah. sakit. ya Allah. tak tau macam mana lah if aku yang jadi dia. dia tu laki pon jerit meraung2. nikan kita pompuan.



patutlah malam semalam aku tak lena tido. pusing belah kiri, mata tak nak lelap. pusing belah kanan, mata membulat, segar tak nak tido. aish! rupa-rupanya nak mendapat perkhabaran tak berapa elok. mak aku pon sama. tak lena tidurnya semalam. kuatnya Allah bagi instinct. kalau ada pertalian darah ni memang akan bleh rasa getarnya if something wrong happens. macam kuasa bluetooth. jauh benar jarak memisahkan namun segenap sel dalam tubuh bergetar semacam satu perasaan tak tergambarkan. hebatnya kuasa Allah. 




emosi aku malah bertambah kacau bila mendapat perkhabaran kedua. pasal sexual infidelity dari microcosm of life aku. aku dari dulu berangan2 nak kawen, nak dapat anak, hidup bahagia, sampailah ke syurga. namun apakan daya, berita yang kuterima merubah segala. harapan dan impianku pula dirasakan remuk, walaupun hati orang lain yang sebenarnya dirundung hiba malah berkecamuk. semacam ada rasa geram dalam hati nak pegi bunuh je lelaki2 tak guna kat luar sana yang curang dengan isterinya sendiri!!!! urghhhh! if only i have HULK superpower. susah nak cari orang setia kan? i tot love will be something so divine that it will last forever till death. but i must embrace myself, and accept the cold truth that love doesn't work that way. love is the interpretation of respect that comes from both sides. you can't tango alone. yep. love is not cheap. you need to pay for love to show.





i suddenly being thrown into the ocean of truth and bitter life. i came to realize that life is not all sweet and lovely and nice. although you see people around you are happy, talking carefreely, and fooling around, in actuality, they are facing big problems in their heads. sometimes i can't fathom how these people can still smile so wide and at the same time having these all turmoils of emotions inside their minds. it's amazing. you are sad but you smile. wow, it's something hard to do.




nevertheless, fret not. Allah tests us because He knows we are strong. just be yourself and live the life as you seem fit. as long as you remember Him, things will patch up.











Friday, March 27, 2015

Speechless



....





Rasa nak menulis tapi takde mood. Camne?










Cucu sedara datang tadi. Comel je naik atas mintak air ngan Tok Janah dia. Tok Janah jadi Tok Nanah. Ni LISP yang luar biasa nie. Hahahahaha~~~


(mood tak berapa nak ada sebab kene jaga lab hari jumaat)

Sunday, March 22, 2015

CAR WIN

"Kau tu Tipah, duduk biar la elok-elok sikit. Dah macam jantan mak tengok,"


Tegah Mak Minah sambil melabuhkan punggung di sebelah anaknya yang sedang menonton TV itu. Tipah yang tadinya duduk agak tidak senonoh kembali bersila. 



"Ni, rambut ni. Tak reti nak sikat ke? Serabai sangat dah nie. Berbulu mata mak menengoknya,"



Mak Minah menarik rambut Tipah sambil merengus kecil. Mulutnya ralit mengunyah daun sireh. Sampai merah bibir Mak Minah.



"Isk mak nie. Biar jelah. Sikat rambut lawa-lawa pun tak de org nak jugak,"



Pap! Satu tamparan lembut singgah di peha kiri Tipah. 




"Leklok sikit mulut tu. Aku tonyoh dengan daun sireh ni baru tau,"



Bulat mata Mak Minah menjeling anaknya. Tipah hanya tersengih macam kerang busuk. 




"Ha kau tu bila nak kawen? Aku tengok anak Mak Senah kau tu da beranak 3 da. Ni nak masuk anak 4. Ko tak rasa ke nak berlaki? Umur pon da nak masuk 30 tahun. Ayah ko tu kempunan nak cucu,"


Bebel Mak Minah sambil menggulung daun sireh. Mak Senah tu mak sedara Tipah. Mira yang sudah menikahi Johan pada umur 23 tahun kini sarat mengandung.




"Hum, mak tahu tak. Tipah bukan taknak kawen. Tipah ni, kalau ada yang masuk meminang, sure Tipah terima je mak,"



Mak Minah terkejut mendengar ucapan anak daranya itu.




"Hish engkau ni Tipah. Ade ke macam tu? Kena lah tengok dulu empunya badan. Jangan main rembat je. Kita nie kena ada harga diri. Tengok dulu peribadi, background famili dia, kerja apa, kereta apa, gaji berapa blablabla."



Tipah mengerutkan dahi. Dah kenapa dengan mak aku nie melebih-lebih pulak nie? Aku ke dia yang nak kawen? Getus hati jantan Tipah sambil menyingsingkan lengannya.






"Ala mak. Harta boleh cari. Tapi kesediaan dan kesungguhan nak kawen tu susah nak cari. Bukan senang orang laki nak mai masuk meminang. Kene berani tau mak. Silap haribulan kene reject. Malu. Tu risiko yang depa sanggup amik. Saya respek tang tu."



Tipah mencantas kata-kata emaknya.




"Lagipun, ustaz kata, kalau dah kawen nanti rezeki murah. Nak kaya, nikah. Ni tidak. Orang melayu kita ni terbalik. Kalau selagi tak kaya, tak ade umah banglo sebijik, takde kereta besaw, tak ada at least 10 K wang hantaran, tak mahu kawen. Sampai ke tua la gamoknya takkan berlaki,"


Tambahnya lagi. Matanya kembali fokus pada siaran Spongebob kesukaannya.



"Humph, ustaz mana yang cakap tu? Iyelah tu. Asal nak kawen, terus kawen. Nak bagi makan apa anak bini kalu keje laki tu tak bagus? Gaji tak tinggi? Nak makan pasiaq?"



Aduhai mak. Apa punya fikiran la mak aku nie. Liberal sungguh.



"Mak, rezeki tu kita letak kat Allah lah mak. La ni, kawen jadi mahal. Sebab tu zina jadi murah. Permudahkan pernikahan, sure takde lagi dah zina,"



Ibunya terdiam. Tipah pun terus melayan siaran Spongebob kesukaannya, tanpa menghiraukan ibunya yang terus mengelamun memikirkan kata-katanya itu. Hahahah.







Saturday, March 21, 2015

diary of narcissist: care too much or idling of such?

when i care too much, i care too much. like --- a lot. i keep thinking and thinking and then the overthinking makes me dizzy. it makes me feel chaffed. emotionally chaffed. i became restless, gasping in the air of frantic fusion of terror and low self esteem. and then i stop. i'd stop to care. i would not give a damn about it. i pretend it is not much of importance. i cornered those feelings deep inside the farthest dungeon of memory box, and i locked it so tight. i'd do something else to take this weary mind off of those shackles of world. i then go into a state of idle. i idle too much i guess. and it's too threatening. to me, it is.







when you think too much, it gets overwhelming inside the brain. you then connect all the dots of problem and it become a big chunk of black balloon. this humongous mass of balloon will press the sensitive area of your brain, making you alert at the surrounding. you then go grabbing you stuffs, trying to get things done. you staggered. you dropped your things. your heart throbs in terror. nothing good will come out of such a dreary state. hmm i just hate it when it happens.





i always want to get things done fast. i tend to multitask. i guess that's just how women are made. we are bound to making so many things all at once. well you know what they say, women are the masters of multitasking (MOM). go ask your mom. of course she multitask. unlike men, women are tend to relate one thing to another coz we have tangled lines of thought. we are so good at connecting the dots of problem in our head. it's hardwired into our nature. ALLAH made us that way. for reasons. men, they like do things one by one. that's why when men do chores, they'll never get to do all things at the right time. us women? we swooshes like a superhero in cleaning the house, cooking and tending to kids and laundry. women are amazing right?





hm, i guess i'll just go with the flow and be patient. do things one by one and never look back. step up jannah.

SUBUH GAJAH




Jamie bangun dari tidurnya. Mukanya berserabai. Dengan kesan pemetaan saliva di muka dan juga kusut rambut dia menahan nguap. Jam menunjukkan pukul 7.30 pagi. Aduh! Subuh gajah lagilah nampaknya!!! Lekas dia bangun dari katil dan melempar selimutnya. Dia melangkah laju ke bilik air namun langkah itu terhenti saat mata rabunnya melihat adiknya di hadapan komputer.



"Aik, bangun pagi-pagi buta da mengadap DOTA. Apa nak jadi dengan mung nie?"



Jamie menggosok-gosok matanya. Ben yang dari tadi asyik bermain DOTA pura-pura tak dengar. 



Jamie mencapai tuala yang tersangkut di pintu bilik utama lalu dilemparnya ke arah Ben yang bagaikan pekak bila da dapat main dota. Memang nak gile agaknya budak nie abang sendiri pon boleh buat tak tahu.



"Woi, elok-elok ah! Ngah syok main nak menang ni!"


Ben membentak. Jamie menggeleng kepala. Tak tahu sampai bila adik bongsunya itu akan asyik bermain game. 



"Molek sangat lah tu main game pagi2 buta macam nie. Daripada layan menda nokharom nie baik mu gi tolong aboh cat umah tu ada gok pekdosnya."


Jamie memulas telinga Ben. Ben lantas menepis lengan kasar abangnya itu. 



"Ek eleh kerek ah mamat nie. Dia tu bangun subuh lewat nak ceramah orang. Apelah. Malu ah  sikit. Abang apa macam nie"



Ben mencebik sambil membetulkan headsetnya. Jamie bengang.



"Dah kau tu bangun2 terus mengadap benda haramjadah ni smayang subuh dok? Cakap macam nak makan kaki je."



"Hahahaha orang smyang doh lah.... Leklok skit sedap mulut je tuduh!"


Ben ketawa kecil, kemudian menyambung game dotanya.



Errr okay.




Jamie terus masuk ke bilik air dengan perasaan malu.





What???!




Setelah setengah jam dalam bilik air, Jamie keluar lalu mengqadakan solat subuhnya.



"Astaghfirullah, Ya Allah maafkan aku. Aku berjanji akan bangun awal esok hari untuk solat subuh tunai. Ameen,"





LEWL, nak nasihat orang diri sendiri lalok. HAHAHHAH!



Friday, March 20, 2015

Verisimilitude


Suka tengok pelakon Delina nie. Tapi aku tak suka tengok drama Delina yang bagi aku tersangat lah mengarut dan derivative. Maybe nak tiru movie Honey I Shrunk The Kids kot. Seriously it is a bad attempt. Really bad. Not only the storyline is weak, the CGI is also bad. Ugh.



I saw this girl in youtube ads about a brand of sunblock and to me she is a lovely girl. And I cannot help but noticing that her face has resemblance to a Japanese actress, Kuroki Meisa.






meisa kuroki photo kuroki-meisa.jpg















Minah ni first time aku tengok berlakon filem Heavenly Forest. Sangat gorgeous. Gadis kacukan Jepun Brazil kalau tak silap. Crows Zero pon dia berlakon gak ngan Oguri Shun. The Delina actress and this woman really have that verisimilitude, at least to me. Ahha~


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

SS501 Love that Cannot Be Erased





Chi-yugo nol chiyuryo hae-bwado

Gasumun no hanaman chan-nunde
Apugo apaso piwo-netdon
Sangchoman nae-ge nam-gin chae
Ichuryo nol ijuryo hae-bwado sarachiji
Ha-nhun dan hansaram no ran-gol
Ajunhi wae non morun chok hani



Mar-hae-bwa wae kurohke nae gyochul
Ttonaryo hae-nnunji borigo boryodo
Nan moril su om-nunde
Amuri ichuryogo ae-rul sso-bwado
Nae nunun onjena noman kio-khago isso
Tan hanbonman narul
Kio-khagenni darul saram gyoteso
Sarakado kakkumun nae saeng-gak hae-junun kol



Chongmal nol sarang-hae-ssonnabwa
Irohke nol kuriwohanunde
Almyonso ttonanun nol bomyonso
Chamshi ijun got bboninde
Dorawa tashi nae-ge dorawa nan no obshi
Saragol su opso
Ajikdo nan nege hagopun mal innunde



Irohke nol bo near-yo hae-bwado
Nan chashini opso
Iron mam nae mamul non algo innunji
Tto narul nugun-garul saranghandedo
Irohke nomanul hyang-hae umjiginun nae mam



Tan hanbonman
Narul kiokhagenni tarul sarang gyoteso
Sarakado kakkumun nae saeng-gak hae-junun gol



Chi-yugo nol chiyuryo hae-bwado
Gasumun no hanaman chan-nunde
Apugo apaso piwo-netdon
Sangchoman nae-ge nam-gin chae
Ichuryo nol ijuryo hae-bwado sarachiji
Ha-nhun dan hansaram no ran-gol
Ajunhi wae non morun chok hani



Chongmal nol sarang-hae-ssonnabwa
Irohke nol kuriwohanunde
Almyonso ttonanun nol bomyonso
Chamshi ijun got bboninde
Dorawa tashi nae-ge dorawa nan no obshi
Saragol su opso
Ajikdo nan nege hagopun mal innunde

Death wish.



Alhamdulillah. I am truly thankful for being able to follow a strict eating schedule now. It has been almost 2 weeks that I have been thwarting myself from eating dinner after 8 pm. And along the way, I also drink almost 3 litre of plain water per day, just to get back to being a fit person I used to be. My aim is to get to ideal weight of 60 kg, which will make my BMI stands steadily between 20-25. 




I am myself staggered upon my own strong will of changing my eating style like this. I was never being so bent on getting back my sleek physical body. I don't know. It's a dying wish maybe. Haha.










Saturday, March 14, 2015

Bubur puttanesca






Haha. Malam ni buat makanan ala kadar. Ala puttanesca.




Basuh beras. Tambah air. Ketul 2 inci halia. Masuk 2 genggam udang kering. Reneh. Masukkan tomato, reneh 15 minit. Siap!!! Tabur bawang goreng. Marvellous!





Sejak aku amalkan 2.5 L air sehari nie, mmg tak berasa lapar sangat. As if air kosong mengenyangkan aku. Aku sangat seronok sebab aku nak kurus. Nak pakai baju-baju yang dulunya muat sekarang tidak lagi dek kerana gumpalan minyak dan lemak di bawah kulit mengatasi tebalnya gumpalan asap kebakaran musim kemarau. Hahaha boleh pulak macam tu ye?


p/s: putta means whore (spanish). maybe sbb ingredients buat spaghetti puttanesca tu agak crude dan takde variasi sangat kot. or maybe orang mula2 buat spaghetti tu ialah seorang whore? who knows?

IMBECILE MEDICINE LAUGH

Ketoconazole vs Cinnamon vs Ginger vs Turmeric.




Which one would you choose as a remedy for skin disease? The synthetic drug or the natural shrub?




Friday, March 13, 2015

What defines beauty

Beautiful!

That's what you yell when you see a tall, skinny, alabaster-skinned model stomping feet on that slippery lane of fame. But what truly defines beauty?  Some says beauty is subjective that what seems beautiful to some people may not be beautiful to some others. However we are in accord when we say Angelina Jolie is beautiful,  Britney Spears is beautiful, Princess Diana is beautiful.  So there is actually a set and fixed definition of beauty (agreed by a set of people) to an extent hard to be scrutinised. There is fine line that define this whole concept of beauty. Its an obscure subset of philosophy.


But more figuratively,  beauty is not something that meets the eyes. Yes beauty is in the eyes of the beholder but to me, beauty holds much bigger than that.



To me beautiful is the ability of making people around you happy. The readiness of one to sacrifice for other's sakes is so much more beautiful than adorning a lavish billion dollar worth of a jewellery set. Beauty is also about giving more to others and care for others as much as you care for yourself. It's about concerning people and the willing to lend a hand of sympathy and emphaty in their times of need.


Beauty is not measured by the skin. It's the heart that matters. People who are rich are not the ones with billion dollars of money. Rich people are those with rich heart that treats people equally without discrimination and partiality. 



Beauty means you put your needs aside for the sakes of others. It's about selflessness. Taking care of other people without expecting anything in return is another kind of beauty. Well it's like what they say, if you do kindness to expect people to return such kindness to you in the future, it's called business. Trust me, the best kind of business is the one with Allah: you do kindness in hoping that the reward will be kept in the bank for the hereafter. Believe in that and the profit would be so overwhelming.


Beauty means putting a benevolent and honest smile that spreads positivism to other people around you. THAT'S why smile is a sedeqah in Islam. It evokes the charms of happiness in our microcosm of life.


Ciao happy feet.








Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Before and aftermath

Kite tgok lepas sbulan jadi puteh dok muka minum naurakay. Katanya makan se sachet sebelum tido lepas tu minum banyak air masak banyak2. And skarang ni aku tengah usaha gila2 punya kaw2 minum air almost 3 litre sehari. Hewwww. Kalau tak putih muka aku lepas sebulan, biar Naura Kay tanggung dosa menipu orang. HMPPHH.






Ni muka sebelum.







Monday, March 09, 2015

Floating boat at the brink of doom




I am a boat clutching the brink of the river not steered. Floating. I am being washed off to the shore. The waves are crushing so hard the boat seems to be cracking. But I cannot move. Nobody is there to steer me. Coz I am having no drive nor unbridled passion to steer from inside. I am dormant. I feel hopeless. I feel lost. I feel everything is wrong. Nothing is ever done. Nothing seems right. What kind of positive outcomes you are expecting with this kind of dragging attitude? Come on dude. Buck up!




I am sick of living the rut. Waking up in the morning, I went to wash up, looking up at the wall so that I keep right track of time despite the constant late arrival at the campus (lols). With every new resolution for every new semester which had never been accomplished (one being swearing off to get to the campus early) haha. What am I rambling?? Nah I dunno.








I need a hug





Then I'll do all these sorts of lab works to get my master done. Then I had lunch. Then I resume slogging off my ass in the lab (and sometimes slacking off by fooling around at the cafeteria with my best buds eating hot buns and stuffs). Or maybe watch some movies or ripoffs of dramas I love while waiting for those hot solutions to stir. And the next thing I do was I went through the mind-rattling papers and rummaging through the Internet pages looking for some answers to questions that have been scattering in my mind. Duh.




Then I went home. I then turned to tv and try to find any speck of happiness from watching those rewound stories on the tv. Not limited to that, I would watch some repetitious sitcoms from my computer. Its lame. Its too lame. My life is boring! I am so close to being an otaku who can't help watching the same thing over again and again.  Shrewd! More time spent inside my room and I'll be a perfect example of a hikikomuri. 














It's amazing how those fancy gadgets (computers, laptops, smart phones) had successfully replaced actual human contacts. People get easily engrossed playing computer games or watching redundant shows on the television. Some may feel content by just scrolling down those news feeds in their smartphones. Be it Facebook,  Twitter, Instagram - all people just love social networks. Ugh this is just ugly.




I hate this. I wanna be human. I want actual humans relationship. Habluminannas.














But I failed to get out of these fancy specks of technologies. All those tvs, laptop, hand phones and all really dull the senses and corrupt everybody. Once you are lured in, it is almost impossible to escape. So here's the conundrum. How do we save ourselves from the smothering shackles of modern life? How do we relinquish ourselves from all these advancement of lives and eventually go back to being true humans who interact in daily basis and not depending on those silly gadgets that do nothing but separate us?  Just look around, how they had severed the very bonds that glued the humans in communities together. I love human contact: actual human contacts. I yearn for actual people interaction no matter how reclusive I am. 





Hmmmm.




Sunday, March 08, 2015

ibu.





ibu.



ma.


umi.


mama.


mak..


call them whatever you want, they are MOTHERS.


Without them, life would be like candle without wick.


A dot without the com.


Binary code without one.


An atom without a bomb.


Sun without the rays.


Without our moms, life would be blue.


Appreciate them. Their prayers are so precious.

Saturday, March 07, 2015

Jom Kawen!

"Awak, jom kawen esok?"


Jamie merenung wajah Becky. Terpalit senyuman manis di bibirnya.


"You serious Jamie? Like seriously?"


Becky buat muka pelik sambil scroll facebook feeds. Semacam tak percaya. Dan dia tahu sifat Jamie yang gila-gila dan suka bergurau. Dia cuba persetankan kata-kata Jamie yang berbaur gurauan itu. Matanya terus pegun di skrin Samsung S4 itu.


Ye awak. Saya serius. 200% serius. Saya tengok ramai kawan awak yang kawen. So saya tak nak awak rasa sedih sebab awak je yang tak kawen-kawen. Sebab tu saya ajak awak kawen. Saya betul-betul nie. Bukan main-main tau? Nak kawen ngan saya tak?? Awak nak tak??!



Becky was like, what????!!!!














Tahniah Pikah. Berseri-seri wajah pengantin. Semoga kekal ke anak cucu.

Dangerous drift

I had major problem now. The passion to carry out my studying is withering after I came back from presenting my paper. The impact seems to be flickering off into the winds of hesitation that had arisen from the ramifications of fear and low self esteem. What's happening?

The stench of laziness and lumpiness had instead taken charge.

The mood to study is now dormant. I do hope that the spirit will come back to me soon.

Thursday, March 05, 2015

Sakit

Saya sakit perut, sakit nodus limfa dan sakit peha kanan. Apakah maksudnya itu?

Wednesday, March 04, 2015

The Pain of Waiting

It was the longest 10 hours of my life! Having to wait at the Kuching Airport from 11 am to 9 pm was completely strangling me! I finally understood the feeling of those people who were having a long flight delay and feeling trapped inside the very hectic airport looking at people making faces and even get to indulge in some of the interesting events including the act of telling off those people at counters by dissatisfied customers. It was like being shackled to the lowest dungeon in a far farrr away country. Yeah to be fair, Kuching is far from Terengganu: it's over the South China Sea for crying out loud! And the only mode of transportation was by air! Unless you have some overrated skills of swimming that allow you flapping your fat arms 500 knots per hour across the sea, which I assume is impossible. Duh!












Just like what a fella told us,




"First time coming to Kuching but this kind of thing happen."




We just hastily smiled at the words of a stranger blown to our faces, who harbors no ill will to us. Yeah it was the first time being in Kuching and having to face such ordeal. Air Asia did give a bad impression on me after the hideous incident. Indeed it was so excruciating that it drained all our energy and mental agility to its very last drop. We were being denied from boarding an aeroplane and being forced to wait for a very trying 10 hours. It was a disaster. I had never been in such a frantic situation as this one. Never did it happen to me. In fact, none of my relatives or neighbours ever told such story. Just like what my cousin told me, "Hari ini dalam sejarah.". It's like one in a million kind of story and we are lucky to be a part of it. We are the chosen one. God put us in this trial because we are special.





Nevertheless, apart from the delay thing, the sojourn at Kuching was nothing but gold. It was fantastic. Getting to escape the hectic life at UMT, slogging my ass off weeks after weeks getting all those avalanche of works done really get me refreshed. It was like a holiday prize. And I really loved it!! (despite the extremely exhausting delay).











International participants of ICLSS 2015 organized by IPN Network, Shah Alam






















Dinner banquet. The food? Awesome. The amazing meal was perfected by the casual conversations among the members of the table. We laughed and took photos together. As if we had known each other for a long time already. It was prosperous. That nice ambiance had added some kind of je ne sais quoi to the soiree







The one on the extreme left is Hoang, a Vietnamese student who studies in Pusan International University, Korea.





Chinese foods








With Nurul Huda, PhD student from UTP who was awarded the Best Presenter.






Unexpected (speechless)






 Strolling around Sarawak River


































Was jaw-dropped upon seeing overly cheap giant lobster!!!!!!!! Felt like crying cause didn't get to buy these since they would rot before we could get home. Bye bye giant lobstersss!!! *sobs*








tak de maknanya world best. lambat kemain delay. grrrrrr!







Bak kata Intan Baizura, muka dah macam ayam berak kapur lepas touch down kat Terengganu Airport. Kahkah~











I still remember the moment when I was having lunch at Kuching International Airport on a free voucher of Only Mee given by AirAsia as a poorly executed effort of reparation for the flight delay (so much reimbursement for a very long 10-hour delay!). I was fiddling with my food (well how could one still have a decent appetite in the middle of such anarchy/havoc) with the typhoon of these mixed feelings rumbling inside my head when I suddenly heard a familiar music playing in the air of despair and angst. I was like beguiled by the sweet melody. The mellifluous rhythm somehow soothed that troubled state of my mind. It was amazing how therapeutic the sound was. I guess it was an OST from Jang Nara's My Love Patzzi drama. The song was like a remake of a music box song. It was sweet and calming that I temporarily forgot about the troublesome day. Ma sha Allah!





And I definitely love the way several Chinese customers shouting at the face of the guy with walkie talkie on why the hell did the flight delay had been stretched. We just demanded a sensible explanation, that's all. It's a common right of a customer who spend money for you to make your ends meet. Just like our patience which had been stretched to the very limit of its boundary, these fired up people were asking for explanation vociferously regarding the rebound delay. After a delay at 6.35 pm, they said it would be taking off at 8.30. but yet at 8.30 pm., there was no calling for boarding. What on earth is wrong with these people??? I couldn't brain that. The people were getting all riled up with the madness hence triggering the big uproar at the counter. Me? I was trying to extract some sane explanation as well from those people by making a scene and screaming so loud they might have a heart attack, but when I saw some other customers already lived my dreams, I halted. Just imagine how would those people at the counter feel if more people were gonna be piling on the angry school of boiling tunas. Hahhahaha (so much for a pity conscience). I just stood there with my both hands on my waist while trying to make formidable stature (lol). 





One thing for sure, the scolding really made these people worked up. We finally got on the aircraft at 9 pm. If not because of the telling offs and shoutings, we probably still being denied boarding. Yeah, sometimes you need to stand for your right, and never let people take advantage of your silence. Fight for your right and never stand back. Be brave!!!! You can do it....Claim your right!!!!





I got a lesson from the incident. Only whenever you are away from home that you would miss home. Listen to Let Her Go by Passenger, you'll know more about not taking things for granted.




travelling companions

Sunday, March 01, 2015

Gleefully Glorious Getaway

Geli2 gitu trip kita ke Sarawak kali nie ye? Hahaha. Sementara tunggu flight delay at Kuching airport why don't we talk about something interesting? Hehe. 



I really enjoyed my stay here in Sarawak. It's fun to mingle around these people of the postgraduate realm. Though initially I was all nervous that I went to toilet so many times before presentation! What a nervous nelly!



But I managed to go through the presentation and it was fun when people are interested in whatever we are doing. They asked interesting question and made me feel good about the research I'm doing. Well, sometimes other people appreciate more of whatever we have. Aight?



The best part was when we had dinner together on our last day of conference. Our group was of 8 people and according to Chinese belief number 8 symbolizes good luck and longevity. So they say. 




I really love how Dr Surya took charge of lightening everyone's mood. He came from Indonesia. We were laughing happily, talking casually and taking photos randomly. Two of the students came from Swinburne University Kuching: Akshay from India and another one Nigerian guy whom name remain undisclosed. Lol. 




At the end of the dinner, there was award giving ceremony. Four persons who win the awards came from our table!!! Wow so lucky so prosperous. Weeee.






Hoang - best prpresenter
Dr Surya - best presenter
Nurul Huda - best presenter
Nor Jannah - best paper award




Yeay alhamdulillah. 







P/S: Doa mak ayah lah yang menjayakan aku. Redha Allah kan terletak pada redha mak ayah? gitewww

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