if you are about to hand a freelancer a job, please put everything that you want in the requirements. because we are human, we have other things to attend to. not just sit in front of the computer to wait for further instructions from the employer.
*sedang mengawal amarah sambil meminum air soya
Sunday, February 28, 2010
jari-jemari dompok persis keropok lekor cuba tekan papan kekunci laju-laju
tergelincir, maka 'j' jadi 'k'
menukar 'mencari jodoh' kepada 'menjari kodoh'.
ah cetusan rasa yang hodoh.
betapa idea tidak mahu singgah di ruang kranium
semuanya sudah beli tiket melancong ke timbuktu atau sao tome & principe
tidak mahu langsung singgah untuk membantu otak bersenam
tidak lama lagi Piala Dunia FIFA 2010
yang longgar, kita ketatkan
yang berkarat, kita mandikan dengan minyak pelincir
tetapi 'maaf. perkhidmatan tergendala sebentar. sebarang kesulitan amat dikesali'
si pemilik jari dompok mari cuba untuk menitipkan cetusan rasa
pincang dan sedikit tepok; nampak sangat seninya tidak cukup berseni
penghayatannya tidak menjadi.
beginilah kalau waktu kelas Bahasa Melayu semasa sekolah menengah
cuma nganga seluas landasan kapal terbang
hasilnya kosong, sifar
buat malu diri sendiri.
bantulah aku tulis puisi
bantulah aku yang sungguh buta seni.
tergelincir, maka 'j' jadi 'k'
menukar 'mencari jodoh' kepada 'menjari kodoh'.
ah cetusan rasa yang hodoh.
betapa idea tidak mahu singgah di ruang kranium
semuanya sudah beli tiket melancong ke timbuktu atau sao tome & principe
tidak mahu langsung singgah untuk membantu otak bersenam
tidak lama lagi Piala Dunia FIFA 2010
yang longgar, kita ketatkan
yang berkarat, kita mandikan dengan minyak pelincir
tetapi 'maaf. perkhidmatan tergendala sebentar. sebarang kesulitan amat dikesali'
si pemilik jari dompok mari cuba untuk menitipkan cetusan rasa
pincang dan sedikit tepok; nampak sangat seninya tidak cukup berseni
penghayatannya tidak menjadi.
beginilah kalau waktu kelas Bahasa Melayu semasa sekolah menengah
cuma nganga seluas landasan kapal terbang
hasilnya kosong, sifar
buat malu diri sendiri.
bantulah aku tulis puisi
bantulah aku yang sungguh buta seni.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
i always find it difficult with freelancing. yes i know that working in the office, you will also be bound to correct your own mistakes and such. but with this job, i had to wait anxiously for the email to arrive, waiting for the client to accept my work so that i'll get paid.
hopefully, everything goes well this time *takes a deep breath and holds
hopefully, everything goes well this time *takes a deep breath and holds
hari ini telah membeli seketul keel's simple diary yang adalah omg kenape comel sgt
mcm setiap page pun bole pandai-pandai tulis tarikh bile mau
kemudian ada soalan beraneka jawapan mcm
your day is (choose one only)
a) a party b) U-turn c) a smarty
telah menjawab smarty kerana melepak dengan wan di kedai-kedai buku di dalam MPH. sekalipun membaca buku-buku yang sungguh tidak berpaedah (tetapi funny) seperti dilbert dan cuba mencari buku bunny suicide, masih terasa sedikit intelektual.
sungguhlah letih kerana pulang menemankan anak buah (delima) yang comel.
maka perlu tidur dgn pantas.
from Keel's Simple Diary - If it's not there, there's nothing to find out
urm. how very true. keyword: selipa
mcm setiap page pun bole pandai-pandai tulis tarikh bile mau
kemudian ada soalan beraneka jawapan mcm
your day is (choose one only)
a) a party b) U-turn c) a smarty
telah menjawab smarty kerana melepak dengan wan di kedai-kedai buku di dalam MPH. sekalipun membaca buku-buku yang sungguh tidak berpaedah (tetapi funny) seperti dilbert dan cuba mencari buku bunny suicide, masih terasa sedikit intelektual.
sungguhlah letih kerana pulang menemankan anak buah (delima) yang comel.
maka perlu tidur dgn pantas.
from Keel's Simple Diary - If it's not there, there's nothing to find out
urm. how very true. keyword: selipa
Thursday, February 25, 2010
"kapasitor" is not capacitor in bahasa melayu. so what is it? what is this thing?
its a place to socialise, know people, talk about ideas and exchanging views among those who love art.
banyak ckp pun tak guna. download contoh ini untuk himpunan karya-karya menarik dan artwork terbaik.
its a place to socialise, know people, talk about ideas and exchanging views among those who love art.
banyak ckp pun tak guna. download contoh ini untuk himpunan karya-karya menarik dan artwork terbaik.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
don't look back in anger, please!
Today marked the day which I may have intentionally become the reason for a couple to break up. Honestly, I didn’t plan it to happen.
This is the second time in a week that the Monorail is having a problem. For some weird reasons, the train was late again for about 15 minutes. Just imagine the crowd when delays like that happen. I can assure you the passengers are like mashed-up tunas in a tin, unlike sardines (because there are only up to 5 sardines in a tin so it is pretty roomy. This is not the case for tunas because they are mashed up to the top of the tin. Seriously, I do not know why I have to explain this in such a detailed manner).
I was fidgeting by then because it was already 8.30 and with a crowd like the one I saw, I don’t think I’ll be able to get in but I don’t care! I just have to. There I was, standing at the KL Sentral station, trying to digest Roald Dahl’s short stories and try very very hard not to scream to summon the train, inching forward bit by bit because I do not want anyone to cut the queue. Thankfully, the train arrived at 8.30-ish.
And as usual, I was being pushed into the train. Usually I’d give in but not this time (actually I was very concerned that I will be arriving too late at the office so I just pushed inside, holding my breath). And thank God I fit in!
Just when I was about to say ‘Yeay’, someone pushed me harder from behind and I accidentally bumped into the guy standing in front of me, a Chinese guy wearing a salmon/ pink shirt. The problem was, my face bumped into his shoulder and O-M-G, there it was, staring accusingly at my face. My lipstick marks, clear as day on his shirt. I was so surprised that I do not know what to do. Should I alert him? Should I not? Should I reapply my lipstick? (actually Lipice lipbalm, Hazel Blush. Kau sibuk sangat nak promote kenapa?). Should I scream? Should I not? Should I get his number?
But before I can think more clearly, I was pushed further inside the train and I think no more of the lipstick mark. I was like ‘Sokay, as long as it’s not on the collar then it would not be a problem.’ So, I tried balancing myself happily all the way to my stop.
Come lunch, I told my friend the story. I was joking actually when I said,’ you know, I might be the cause of another breakup today. I accidentally kissed someone’s shoulder and left my lipstick mark on his shirt.’
And I didn’t expect the reply to be ‘ Oh gosh. You can just be it you know. Imagine the wife or the girlfriend asking about the marks and he didn’t know where it came from.’
‘ But..but..it was not on the collar,’ I tried to defend myself (in vain, of course).
‘ Just imagine trying to explain the marks while the guy do not know where he got it.’
No. He was just scaring me, I thought. So, I ate my lunch (nasi lemak. Really nice and I do think I’ve added another inch to my waist) and walked back to my office. I arrived there and started taking a poll.
A married colleague said she will definitely get angry with the husband if she discovered the marks, albeit on the shoulders.
Another colleague just laughed and do not know what to do.
My boss just laughed at me.
And yes, I think I may have (unintentionally) caused someone grievance. If he is seeing someone.
This long-winding story has lessons anyways:
1. A person of 157cm tall should not wear lipstick in the morning. Especially when she is traveling using transportations like KTM, LRT or monorail.
2. When you found lipstick marks on your partners’ body, it may be caused by an incident. And maybe he doesn’t even know it was there.
3. Always, always face the other way when you got into a train. It was lucky my lips landed on his shoulder. Imagine how disastrous it would be if I bumped into his chest or something. Now WHAT will be more difficult to explain.
Oh dear. I do pity the guy.
This is the second time in a week that the Monorail is having a problem. For some weird reasons, the train was late again for about 15 minutes. Just imagine the crowd when delays like that happen. I can assure you the passengers are like mashed-up tunas in a tin, unlike sardines (because there are only up to 5 sardines in a tin so it is pretty roomy. This is not the case for tunas because they are mashed up to the top of the tin. Seriously, I do not know why I have to explain this in such a detailed manner).
I was fidgeting by then because it was already 8.30 and with a crowd like the one I saw, I don’t think I’ll be able to get in but I don’t care! I just have to. There I was, standing at the KL Sentral station, trying to digest Roald Dahl’s short stories and try very very hard not to scream to summon the train, inching forward bit by bit because I do not want anyone to cut the queue. Thankfully, the train arrived at 8.30-ish.
And as usual, I was being pushed into the train. Usually I’d give in but not this time (actually I was very concerned that I will be arriving too late at the office so I just pushed inside, holding my breath). And thank God I fit in!
Just when I was about to say ‘Yeay’, someone pushed me harder from behind and I accidentally bumped into the guy standing in front of me, a Chinese guy wearing a salmon/ pink shirt. The problem was, my face bumped into his shoulder and O-M-G, there it was, staring accusingly at my face. My lipstick marks, clear as day on his shirt. I was so surprised that I do not know what to do. Should I alert him? Should I not? Should I reapply my lipstick? (actually Lipice lipbalm, Hazel Blush. Kau sibuk sangat nak promote kenapa?). Should I scream? Should I not? Should I get his number?
But before I can think more clearly, I was pushed further inside the train and I think no more of the lipstick mark. I was like ‘Sokay, as long as it’s not on the collar then it would not be a problem.’ So, I tried balancing myself happily all the way to my stop.
Come lunch, I told my friend the story. I was joking actually when I said,’ you know, I might be the cause of another breakup today. I accidentally kissed someone’s shoulder and left my lipstick mark on his shirt.’
And I didn’t expect the reply to be ‘ Oh gosh. You can just be it you know. Imagine the wife or the girlfriend asking about the marks and he didn’t know where it came from.’
‘ But..but..it was not on the collar,’ I tried to defend myself (in vain, of course).
‘ Just imagine trying to explain the marks while the guy do not know where he got it.’
No. He was just scaring me, I thought. So, I ate my lunch (nasi lemak. Really nice and I do think I’ve added another inch to my waist) and walked back to my office. I arrived there and started taking a poll.
A married colleague said she will definitely get angry with the husband if she discovered the marks, albeit on the shoulders.
Another colleague just laughed and do not know what to do.
My boss just laughed at me.
And yes, I think I may have (unintentionally) caused someone grievance. If he is seeing someone.
This long-winding story has lessons anyways:
1. A person of 157cm tall should not wear lipstick in the morning. Especially when she is traveling using transportations like KTM, LRT or monorail.
2. When you found lipstick marks on your partners’ body, it may be caused by an incident. And maybe he doesn’t even know it was there.
3. Always, always face the other way when you got into a train. It was lucky my lips landed on his shoulder. Imagine how disastrous it would be if I bumped into his chest or something. Now WHAT will be more difficult to explain.
Oh dear. I do pity the guy.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
perbuatan meng-unfollow blog orang itu adalah super aneh dan pelik
anda rasa anda oke tapi kami bersependapat anda sebenarnya tidak
suka kami nasihatkan di sini supaya anda berjumpa dengan yang pakar kerana sudah jelas anda mental
ya, mental dan aneh
ouh lupa pula
alang-alang anda sudah meng unfolow blog orang
tak nak ke search satu-satu entri blog sebab kamu pernah komen blog orang itu
alang-alang kamu dah buat perkara aneh dan tak berfaedah
teruskan je la
anda rasa anda oke tapi kami bersependapat anda sebenarnya tidak
suka kami nasihatkan di sini supaya anda berjumpa dengan yang pakar kerana sudah jelas anda mental
ya, mental dan aneh
ouh lupa pula
alang-alang anda sudah meng unfolow blog orang
tak nak ke search satu-satu entri blog sebab kamu pernah komen blog orang itu
alang-alang kamu dah buat perkara aneh dan tak berfaedah
teruskan je la
Sunday, February 21, 2010
kadang-kadang kalau berjalan belakang orang, mesti orang terkejut.
oke tone dia macam menyebabkan saya kelihatan agak jahat mahu mengejutkan orang tetapi sebenarnya tidak begitu. tidah pastilah mengapa makcik dan sepupu selalu terkejut kalau saya 'tiba-tiba' berdiri di belakang mereka. bukan tiba-tiba kot, tiba-tiba tu macam bergerak melalui teleport. bohong sangat.
lagi-lagi tadi waktu maghrib, menegur sepupu yang sedang bermain game di komputer dalam gelap
' eh ini ke kuih tadi?'
' huih terkejut kita'
paham sangat la kenapa dia terkejut sebab:
1. lampu tak bukak
2. waktu maghrib
3. tetiba ada suara menyapa
heh, sapa suruh kusyu' sangat mengadap kompuer
p/s: kerja tadi insyaallah dah siap. alhamdulillah. mungkinkag radley? ya right
oke tone dia macam menyebabkan saya kelihatan agak jahat mahu mengejutkan orang tetapi sebenarnya tidak begitu. tidah pastilah mengapa makcik dan sepupu selalu terkejut kalau saya 'tiba-tiba' berdiri di belakang mereka. bukan tiba-tiba kot, tiba-tiba tu macam bergerak melalui teleport. bohong sangat.
lagi-lagi tadi waktu maghrib, menegur sepupu yang sedang bermain game di komputer dalam gelap
' eh ini ke kuih tadi?'
' huih terkejut kita'
paham sangat la kenapa dia terkejut sebab:
1. lampu tak bukak
2. waktu maghrib
3. tetiba ada suara menyapa
heh, sapa suruh kusyu' sangat mengadap kompuer
p/s: kerja tadi insyaallah dah siap. alhamdulillah. mungkinkag radley? ya right
Saturday, February 20, 2010
what do i know?
back in school, finishing a cross stitch project is like finishing an eiffel tower. never mind the fact that i never studied or have any abilities when it comes to building towers. but as of recently, i returned to this hobby because i just needed something to do or the day will just be wasted as i will be sleeping all day long.
so here is one. i got the design from my calendar and as usual, it took me two days to finish this one. i know, i can finish it in one day but heck, it has been so long since i stitched anything so that explains the slowness of it.
stitching helps me to focus on something else. there are a few things that got me into thinking recently. how it seems funny to receive a breakup text (from friendship). i couldn't blog about it much because there was nothing to blog about. i wish that person well tho, whatever the person decides to do.
and the weather. omg, don't let me start on the weather. it is so hot during weekends that just sitting on the chair will drench me in sweat. i can't imagine my mom chasing after the little guy at home. no wonder she complains that it is very tiring to look after the little guy.
it is such a satisfaction to see the art becomes what you want to see. and even more satisfying to see someone appreciates the art.
but still, the question remains on what should i do with this thing. hurm
so here is one. i got the design from my calendar and as usual, it took me two days to finish this one. i know, i can finish it in one day but heck, it has been so long since i stitched anything so that explains the slowness of it.
stitching helps me to focus on something else. there are a few things that got me into thinking recently. how it seems funny to receive a breakup text (from friendship). i couldn't blog about it much because there was nothing to blog about. i wish that person well tho, whatever the person decides to do.
and the weather. omg, don't let me start on the weather. it is so hot during weekends that just sitting on the chair will drench me in sweat. i can't imagine my mom chasing after the little guy at home. no wonder she complains that it is very tiring to look after the little guy.
it is such a satisfaction to see the art becomes what you want to see. and even more satisfying to see someone appreciates the art.
but still, the question remains on what should i do with this thing. hurm
Thursday, February 18, 2010
petang tadi aku naik bas, nampak la sorang mamat ni. dengan beg balik kampungnya (aku bajet die baru balik dr hometown la maklum cuti panjang padahal melayu), die pun bergegas nak duduk. lepas tu ade sorang minah ni dok dekat bahagian bertentangan (mamat tu duduk sebelah kanan, minah tu sebelah kiri). yang aku kelaka sangat, sepanjang-panjang setengah jam perjalanan mamat tu tertoleh-toleh nak tgk minah tu. padahal dari mula lagi minah tu dok sorang. kalo segan sgt nak duduk sebelah, duduk la belakang (eh same je ke efek?).
selang beberapa minit, aku tgk mamat ni dok toleh-toleh dekat si dia sampai aku jadi asyik tengok aksi dia, tak jadi nak baca buku. minah tu curi-curi pandang gak kat mamat tu. ade sekali die toleh orang dok belakang die. lelaki. minah tu senyum je. mungkin die ingat....
haha klaka klaka. brader, kalo nak sgt berkenalan, kasi je la name card. tak payah la sampai terkehel leher.
aih drama btol hari ni
selang beberapa minit, aku tgk mamat ni dok toleh-toleh dekat si dia sampai aku jadi asyik tengok aksi dia, tak jadi nak baca buku. minah tu curi-curi pandang gak kat mamat tu. ade sekali die toleh orang dok belakang die. lelaki. minah tu senyum je. mungkin die ingat....
haha klaka klaka. brader, kalo nak sgt berkenalan, kasi je la name card. tak payah la sampai terkehel leher.
aih drama btol hari ni
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
terlalu marah terpaksa pujuk hati sendiri
emo tau emo
dah la panas-panas begini
memang menyirap darah dibuatnya
eh, kawan pernah letak kat status FB, entri emo boleh membawa keburukan
baiklah tidak emo kerana tidak akan menjadi famous seperti elmo
sesungguhnya saya sungguh byk bersabar dengan perkhidmatan broadband celcom hari ini
dari jam 11 pagi hingga 8 mlm saya menanti boleh online
sampailah seorang teman khabarkan yang dah boleh connect
terima kasih, gadis
saya sayang kamu
emo tau emo
dah la panas-panas begini
memang menyirap darah dibuatnya
eh, kawan pernah letak kat status FB, entri emo boleh membawa keburukan
baiklah tidak emo kerana tidak akan menjadi famous seperti elmo
sesungguhnya saya sungguh byk bersabar dengan perkhidmatan broadband celcom hari ini
dari jam 11 pagi hingga 8 mlm saya menanti boleh online
sampailah seorang teman khabarkan yang dah boleh connect
terima kasih, gadis
saya sayang kamu
Monday, February 15, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Tigers. I’ve always been intimidated but at the same time in awe about tigers. For me, they are majestic creatures that can protect themselves. Tigers for me are huge, playful yet very heavy kittens. I’ve read a lot of stories where they were unable to estimate their own strength and accidentally hurt their keepers or workers in the zoo. For me, this is not because tigers are vicious. Tigers are just playful and being animals, of course they do not know their strengths.
Of all the tigers, I like Siberian tigers the most (apart from Tigger hihi). The image of a tiger surrounded by snow looks really cool for me (in terms of my views on the wildlife world).
But I’m sad to tell you (and also myself) that the number of tigers have been declining steadily. And no no no, declining steadily should not be taken lightly. You can always gasp like right now because they are only 500 tigers in Malaysia. Imagine that nearly 50 years ago, there were like 3,000 tigers. How can the number dwindle so low?
We have poachers and we have those involved in illegal wildlife trading cartel. Tigers’ organs are being sold illegally, their meat consumed in the belief that it is beneficial to the body while their teeth and head are being turned into souvenirs. Is it necessary to have their parts decorate our homes? We can always hang pretty pictures or the family picture, why choose those that originate from tiger? Or cross-stitch. Must do one today.
Why do I care so much for tigers? Because tigers make up for the ecological system. Without tigers, how can the food chain in the jungle be kept (yes, I think about food constantly)? How can the stability in the forest be kept?
There are only 10 men that protect and patrol Belum forest in Pahang. At the size of 5 times bigger than Singapore, I can imagine that patrolling the abovementioned forest is not easy. So why not give tigers a second chance? Give them another chance so we can ensure that it will not suffer the same fate of dodos or Tasmanian tigers that only live in books currently.
So let’s do our part and pledge our commitment here. After deducting zakat, donating to the poor, to your kids, giving money to your parents, feeding your siblings, go pay for your girlfriends’ new shoes, why not make a small donation at this very crucial time? Just visit this website to do so. So have fun during the weekend and Happy Chinese New Year!
Of all the tigers, I like Siberian tigers the most (apart from Tigger hihi). The image of a tiger surrounded by snow looks really cool for me (in terms of my views on the wildlife world).
But I’m sad to tell you (and also myself) that the number of tigers have been declining steadily. And no no no, declining steadily should not be taken lightly. You can always gasp like right now because they are only 500 tigers in Malaysia. Imagine that nearly 50 years ago, there were like 3,000 tigers. How can the number dwindle so low?
We have poachers and we have those involved in illegal wildlife trading cartel. Tigers’ organs are being sold illegally, their meat consumed in the belief that it is beneficial to the body while their teeth and head are being turned into souvenirs. Is it necessary to have their parts decorate our homes? We can always hang pretty pictures or the family picture, why choose those that originate from tiger? Or cross-stitch. Must do one today.
Why do I care so much for tigers? Because tigers make up for the ecological system. Without tigers, how can the food chain in the jungle be kept (yes, I think about food constantly)? How can the stability in the forest be kept?
There are only 10 men that protect and patrol Belum forest in Pahang. At the size of 5 times bigger than Singapore, I can imagine that patrolling the abovementioned forest is not easy. So why not give tigers a second chance? Give them another chance so we can ensure that it will not suffer the same fate of dodos or Tasmanian tigers that only live in books currently.
So let’s do our part and pledge our commitment here. After deducting zakat, donating to the poor, to your kids, giving money to your parents, feeding your siblings, go pay for your girlfriends’ new shoes, why not make a small donation at this very crucial time? Just visit this website to do so. So have fun during the weekend and Happy Chinese New Year!
we were never the same anyways
to start with, we have different names
our definition of beautiful is different
our hobbies are different
see? we were never meant to be the same in the first place. if we are of the same personality, attitude, hobbies and nature, we'd be fighting with each other. fighting for attention.
nevertheless, enjoy a nice long weekend and happy chinese new year people! save the mighty tigers
to start with, we have different names
our definition of beautiful is different
our hobbies are different
see? we were never meant to be the same in the first place. if we are of the same personality, attitude, hobbies and nature, we'd be fighting with each other. fighting for attention.
nevertheless, enjoy a nice long weekend and happy chinese new year people! save the mighty tigers
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
hari ini; seperti selalu
arif menunggu bas sekolah di depan rumahnya
buku 'kisah dan tauladan' dibuka dan kepalanya ditundukkan
bebola mata mula bergerak ke kiri dan ke kanan untuk menghadamkan jalan cerita
bunyi ekzos yang agak uzur kedengaran dari jauh
arif tersenyum; bas sudah sampai
sehari lagi menimba ilmu di sekolah.
Selasa; bas tiba jam 11. 25 pagi
Rabu; bas tiba jam 11.30 pagi
malangnya, bas lewat pada hari Khamis
baju sekolah arif lencun dek peluh
bunyi yang biasa didengar dek telinga Arif hanya muncul jam 12.15
Arif betulkan tali leher yang sudah longgar
'maaf nak, pakcik terlambat hari ini'
' tak apa pakcik. tak lambat mana pun'
' ye ke? sekolah masuk pukul berapa?'
' jam 1.45 ptg'
' nama anak ini siapa?'
kalau tidak bas sekolah terlewat, entah bila pemandu bas itu akan betul-betul mengenali arif
kerana satu kejadian yang boleh dikategorikan sebagai tidak begitu menyenangkan
meninggalkan impak yang tidak kurang manisnya
ah begitulah kehidupan
selalunya ada 'hikmah di sebalik kejadian'
p/s: kalau tidak ada yang 'tercuit', tak hadirlah kemanisan hidup :)
arif menunggu bas sekolah di depan rumahnya
buku 'kisah dan tauladan' dibuka dan kepalanya ditundukkan
bebola mata mula bergerak ke kiri dan ke kanan untuk menghadamkan jalan cerita
bunyi ekzos yang agak uzur kedengaran dari jauh
arif tersenyum; bas sudah sampai
sehari lagi menimba ilmu di sekolah.
Selasa; bas tiba jam 11. 25 pagi
Rabu; bas tiba jam 11.30 pagi
malangnya, bas lewat pada hari Khamis
baju sekolah arif lencun dek peluh
bunyi yang biasa didengar dek telinga Arif hanya muncul jam 12.15
Arif betulkan tali leher yang sudah longgar
'maaf nak, pakcik terlambat hari ini'
' tak apa pakcik. tak lambat mana pun'
' ye ke? sekolah masuk pukul berapa?'
' jam 1.45 ptg'
' nama anak ini siapa?'
kalau tidak bas sekolah terlewat, entah bila pemandu bas itu akan betul-betul mengenali arif
kerana satu kejadian yang boleh dikategorikan sebagai tidak begitu menyenangkan
meninggalkan impak yang tidak kurang manisnya
ah begitulah kehidupan
selalunya ada 'hikmah di sebalik kejadian'
p/s: kalau tidak ada yang 'tercuit', tak hadirlah kemanisan hidup :)
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
busy business
it has been pretty busy and busy is good. because busy takes my mind off things.
oh the picture is taken today, after finishing my cross stitch project. it was from my calendar that features more than 300 cross stitch designs. i think the combination is pretty cute. and now i'm feeling a wee bit greedy that i do not want to give it away. because its too cute although it is very simple to do.
i have left this hobby for quite a long time and now i'm starting to do it again. i think i may just make this year to be the year where i give cross stitches to friends.
so don't be cross with me baybeh.
p/s: within three weeks, i'll have to read tonnes and tonnes of reviews. woo-hoo!
oh the picture is taken today, after finishing my cross stitch project. it was from my calendar that features more than 300 cross stitch designs. i think the combination is pretty cute. and now i'm feeling a wee bit greedy that i do not want to give it away. because its too cute although it is very simple to do.
i have left this hobby for quite a long time and now i'm starting to do it again. i think i may just make this year to be the year where i give cross stitches to friends.
so don't be cross with me baybeh.
p/s: within three weeks, i'll have to read tonnes and tonnes of reviews. woo-hoo!
i don't reply tags on my blog or anywhere. ouh except at the office when people start scribbling on the white board because its so much fun.
wait. that's not tagging.
anyways, back to the topic; i just don't. why? because some questions on the tag can actually aid identity theft or security breach.
who has recently registered for say E-bay, PayPal or any financial services recently? these sites gave you specific personal questions like 'What is you mother's maiden name?', ' Tell us the name of your favorite character', ' Tell us what you dream at night' or ' Share with us on your views on politics'. OK, i know i just made up the latter two but you get the drill. and the reason for these questions are to improve your security. And how can you tell the level of security when you blab about your mother's maiden name in blogs or social networks? doesn't that defies the purpose.
let's say you think that this will not impose a problem because you are just 16 and is currently not using other financial services. well, obviously you have an email right? imagine someone having control over the email and email everyone on your list for money. isn't that fraud?
and another thing; posting phone numbers over the Internet in wide open space. if you want to share your phone numbers, do it through personal message. it is extremely dangerous to post your numbers in blogs you know. people can just text you and claim that i'm the one who always comments on your shoutbox bla bla bla. and when someone wants to trick you, they study you and they study patterns. jadi janganlah dengan selambe yaya percaya yang org yang sedang text anda itu adalah kawan anda. it can be anybody. it can even make a joke:
' ala you ni. nak kawan dengan i pun takot. bukannye i gune org utk jadikan drug mule'
funny? yeah, they know how to get into our heart just like that *feel free to snap your finger now..
mereka boleh menanam tebu, membuat kilang tebu, malah menjual air tebu di pinggir bibir untuk menipu anda. and please please please girls, be very careful with this. you know that you can easily fall for someone when you talk to them very frequently. even twice in one week.
so, the reason for not replying to any tags or telling more things about myself (which i think i have done so previously) is not because i'm lazy. i'm just wary of my own safety.
OK I lied. i'm lazy BUT the other reason is stronger so there it is.
it's nearly 11 am. got to go stalk other blogs. ta~
wait. that's not tagging.
anyways, back to the topic; i just don't. why? because some questions on the tag can actually aid identity theft or security breach.
who has recently registered for say E-bay, PayPal or any financial services recently? these sites gave you specific personal questions like 'What is you mother's maiden name?', ' Tell us the name of your favorite character', ' Tell us what you dream at night' or ' Share with us on your views on politics'. OK, i know i just made up the latter two but you get the drill. and the reason for these questions are to improve your security. And how can you tell the level of security when you blab about your mother's maiden name in blogs or social networks? doesn't that defies the purpose.
let's say you think that this will not impose a problem because you are just 16 and is currently not using other financial services. well, obviously you have an email right? imagine someone having control over the email and email everyone on your list for money. isn't that fraud?
and another thing; posting phone numbers over the Internet in wide open space. if you want to share your phone numbers, do it through personal message. it is extremely dangerous to post your numbers in blogs you know. people can just text you and claim that i'm the one who always comments on your shoutbox bla bla bla. and when someone wants to trick you, they study you and they study patterns. jadi janganlah dengan selambe yaya percaya yang org yang sedang text anda itu adalah kawan anda. it can be anybody. it can even make a joke:
' ala you ni. nak kawan dengan i pun takot. bukannye i gune org utk jadikan drug mule'
funny? yeah, they know how to get into our heart just like that *feel free to snap your finger now..
mereka boleh menanam tebu, membuat kilang tebu, malah menjual air tebu di pinggir bibir untuk menipu anda. and please please please girls, be very careful with this. you know that you can easily fall for someone when you talk to them very frequently. even twice in one week.
so, the reason for not replying to any tags or telling more things about myself (which i think i have done so previously) is not because i'm lazy. i'm just wary of my own safety.
OK I lied. i'm lazy BUT the other reason is stronger so there it is.
it's nearly 11 am. got to go stalk other blogs. ta~
Thursday, February 04, 2010
sepuluh
cukup kedua-dua belah tangan untuk membilang
kadang-kadang seronok kerana sepuluh
kadang-kadang terasa terbeban dek sepuluh
bayangkan mempunyai kupon makanan percuma sepuluh keping
bayangkan sepuluh anak-anak kecil yang comel-comel (dan lincah belaka)
tapi yang sepuluh ini buat saya gembira
mungkinkah sepuluh ini bakal bawa cerita bahagia?
;)
cukup kedua-dua belah tangan untuk membilang
kadang-kadang seronok kerana sepuluh
kadang-kadang terasa terbeban dek sepuluh
bayangkan mempunyai kupon makanan percuma sepuluh keping
bayangkan sepuluh anak-anak kecil yang comel-comel (dan lincah belaka)
tapi yang sepuluh ini buat saya gembira
mungkinkah sepuluh ini bakal bawa cerita bahagia?
;)
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
i'm counting my blessings (through clenched teeth)
four tarts
one ice-cream
two nescafes (coffee binge-ing for this week)
one bun
one sausage bun
and at the end of the day
i'm just so tired
glad the day is over
and i want another sleepless night like yesterday
just maybe longer sleeping time please?
:D
four tarts
one ice-cream
two nescafes (coffee binge-ing for this week)
one bun
one sausage bun
and at the end of the day
i'm just so tired
glad the day is over
and i want another sleepless night like yesterday
just maybe longer sleeping time please?
:D
dang it tak bole tido. bajet dah pukol 6.30 padahal baru pukul 5.15 pagi. adui. apehal la tak bole tido? dah la letih sbnrnya.
hurm rindu imran kot. sbnrnya aku risau dgn die. die kecik sgt tatau pape pon lagi. mcm terbyg-byg die baring kat riba bile aku geletek die. die gelak-gelak je dan aku harap semuanya oke.
entahlah...
lps tu dah tak payah nak buat entri sedih-sedih. pegi mandi dan pergi opis.
cis ade org dlm bilik air. fine. i buat keje dr sini
hurm rindu imran kot. sbnrnya aku risau dgn die. die kecik sgt tatau pape pon lagi. mcm terbyg-byg die baring kat riba bile aku geletek die. die gelak-gelak je dan aku harap semuanya oke.
entahlah...
lps tu dah tak payah nak buat entri sedih-sedih. pegi mandi dan pergi opis.
cis ade org dlm bilik air. fine. i buat keje dr sini
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Monday, February 01, 2010
tengahari tadi, aku duduk makan di ruang tamu makcik. sambil itu, duduk sama-sama menonton televisyen dengan sepupu. aku tak pasti cerita apa yang sedang ditayangkan di TV, yang paling penting waktu itu adalah mengisi perut.
tiba-tiba aku terpandang jaket berwarna merah jambu yang bertulis ROY. Gila-gila Remaja!
waktu cerita itu ditayangkan, aku rasa usia aku masih lagi di dalam kategori hudak hingusan. paling tidak, anak bawah umur. dan aku bila aku tonton kembali cerita itu sekarang (ya, aku dan sepupu-sepupu duduk menonton cerita itu hingga tamat sekalipun sepupu rata-rata lahir dalam tahun 90-an atau hampir 90-an), aku kembali teringat betapa terujanya aku dengan apa yang dipaparkan di dalam cerita itu.
1. aku bercita-cita nak masuk kolej satria semasa menonton cerita itu dulu. tetapi malangnya, kolej itu mungkin tidak pernah wujud. dan gambaran di dalam gim di kolej itu mungkin sekali bohong belaka. tidak pernah pula aku lihat gim di universiti aku sebegitu penuh.
ouh mungkin kerana kami tidak mempunyai kelas aerobik.
2. masih lagi tentang kolej satria. bukan senang nak masuk kolej sebegitu, boleh ambil sabbatical sebulan kemudian datang kolej semata-mata ambil peperiksaan. biasanya, kalau kedatangan kurang daripada 75%, memang bersiap sedialah untuk mengulang.
3. filem ini telah memberikan aku gambaran bahawa seorang doktor mesti menanggalkan kaca mata ketika berbual dengan sanak-saudara remaja. aku terpengaruh. bayangkanlah betapa kecewanya aku bila doktor di klinik tidak pernah menanggalkan cermin mata sebelum memberitahu 'aishah, kamu demam' lalu mengeluh.
aku kecewa tahu? kecewa!
4. ayat Rosyam Nor paling mahal adalah 'oh peperiksaan'.
5. kan bagus kalau mat rempit seantero negara mengamalkan lepak seperti azroy dan rakan-rakan? mereka melepak sambil main yoyo. bukankah sihat dan menjimatkan begitu?
6. aku dan sepupu-sepupu membuat deduksi mungkin konsep R&R dimulakan selepas cerita ini di mana Faizal Hussein berehat di bawah pokok, beralaskan tikar sambil membaca buku. kasihan melihat pengguna jalan raya perlu berbuat begitu, maka idea R&R pun dimulakan.
7. lelaki memakai jaket pink agak cool. tetapi mungkin hanya layak dikenakan oleh orang yang mempunyai paras rupa seperti Faizal Hussein sahaja.
ah kenangan..
tiba-tiba aku terpandang jaket berwarna merah jambu yang bertulis ROY. Gila-gila Remaja!
waktu cerita itu ditayangkan, aku rasa usia aku masih lagi di dalam kategori hudak hingusan. paling tidak, anak bawah umur. dan aku bila aku tonton kembali cerita itu sekarang (ya, aku dan sepupu-sepupu duduk menonton cerita itu hingga tamat sekalipun sepupu rata-rata lahir dalam tahun 90-an atau hampir 90-an), aku kembali teringat betapa terujanya aku dengan apa yang dipaparkan di dalam cerita itu.
1. aku bercita-cita nak masuk kolej satria semasa menonton cerita itu dulu. tetapi malangnya, kolej itu mungkin tidak pernah wujud. dan gambaran di dalam gim di kolej itu mungkin sekali bohong belaka. tidak pernah pula aku lihat gim di universiti aku sebegitu penuh.
ouh mungkin kerana kami tidak mempunyai kelas aerobik.
2. masih lagi tentang kolej satria. bukan senang nak masuk kolej sebegitu, boleh ambil sabbatical sebulan kemudian datang kolej semata-mata ambil peperiksaan. biasanya, kalau kedatangan kurang daripada 75%, memang bersiap sedialah untuk mengulang.
3. filem ini telah memberikan aku gambaran bahawa seorang doktor mesti menanggalkan kaca mata ketika berbual dengan sanak-saudara remaja. aku terpengaruh. bayangkanlah betapa kecewanya aku bila doktor di klinik tidak pernah menanggalkan cermin mata sebelum memberitahu 'aishah, kamu demam' lalu mengeluh.
aku kecewa tahu? kecewa!
4. ayat Rosyam Nor paling mahal adalah 'oh peperiksaan'.
5. kan bagus kalau mat rempit seantero negara mengamalkan lepak seperti azroy dan rakan-rakan? mereka melepak sambil main yoyo. bukankah sihat dan menjimatkan begitu?
6. aku dan sepupu-sepupu membuat deduksi mungkin konsep R&R dimulakan selepas cerita ini di mana Faizal Hussein berehat di bawah pokok, beralaskan tikar sambil membaca buku. kasihan melihat pengguna jalan raya perlu berbuat begitu, maka idea R&R pun dimulakan.
7. lelaki memakai jaket pink agak cool. tetapi mungkin hanya layak dikenakan oleh orang yang mempunyai paras rupa seperti Faizal Hussein sahaja.
ah kenangan..
just got back from mak's house. the pinggang is crying with agony, trying to get the owner to fetch professional help due to the pain but noooo...we've got to live with that pinggang because nephew is going to get bigger,so you'd better endure it. and here's the heartbreaker:
just woke up from sleep so that explains the face
alhamdulillah, i don't take coffee every single day anymore. although the first week was really excruciating, it gets better after awhile. thank you for those who supported me *wipes tears. i can't thank you people enough *blows nose. i can survive unless i'm extremely sleepy. i still can't stomach green tea every single day but I'M NEARLY THERE.
life's good, yesterday managed to help someone review a movie on futsal. i really hope it can be of assistance to his futsal magazine and if you are a huge fan of the game, please do not hesitate to sign up. and that includes you cousin, ha tu bajet aku tatau la ko bace tu. amacam smalam keje? oke? hari ni nak belasah baskin robbins tak? mesti kau nak muntah dah tgk eskrem tu.
oppss sidetracked.
anyways. here's another interesting happening at kapasitor.net. this is the first time the website is going to have an essay writing competition for schools in Keningau, Sabah. in fact, this is the first time kapasitor.net is going to have any type of competition like that. for more update on that, here's the link to read the full story. so pupils in Keningau, wait for the competition because it is coming (i'm messaging the head of the competition but he has not replied yet so brace for it).
ah cross-stitching! here we come!
eh jap. main game dulu :D
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