Today is my last day here in this office before I go on a merry misadventure for 6 months. I'll be back here, InsyaAllah. The office's too near to my home for me to let go of it easily. Goodbye kerani-kerani comel especially the one that's sitting at the door of my room. See you in six months. The six months will do me good (I hope). Maybe less blogging, but hopefully more good. And of course, Happy New Year to all of you. May 2006 bring us more joy and hope than ever before. Here's peace to all mankind. All.
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Oh my, how did I forget? This blog of mine here turned two earlier this month. Must have been too busy with the wedding prep that it totally slipped my mind. Two years old, eh. It's nothing really, but in some ways I'm glad it made it this far. I'm not known for my continuation in a certain activity. They usually don't last long. I must really love blogging then, huh? Matter-of-fact, I do actually. I wanna blog till I'm old. God willing, I'll blog till blogging is obsolete. So happy belated birthday, buddy. 309 posts and counting. Here's looking at you, kid.
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It was a tough time last week for me. It first started with my aunt being admitted to the hospital. It really broke my heart to see my lovable Mak Lang surrounded by tubes coming in and out of her fragile body. It's been a lot tougher when you least expect this to happen. Mak Lang is the gentlest person you'll ever meet. And to see her in that state just broke me. She's like a mother to me. She taught me how to mengaji the Quran and I will always be thankful to her for that. I pray for her speedy recovery and maybe you can spend a minute praying for her well-being, as well. I would truly appreciate it. And I also had a huge argument with Papa last week. Let me just say that this wasn't the first time it happened. I'm not saying I'm a kurang ajar punya anak, but there are some things in life me and Papa don't see eye to eye with. Thankfully, it's done and over with. But I always knew this was bound to happen. The problem with me and Papa is that we are sometimes too much the same in being the both of us are very passionate about what we believe in. Sometimes a wee bit too passionate that we tend to get emotional. And when you add ego in with the emotions, sometimes sparks can really fly. Things have been a bit better this week, but hardly so. Mak Lang is still unconscious. We're all just hoping for the best and I hope that each one of us be strong enough to deal with anything, no matter what the outcome. Other than that, the holiday season was quite okay. It's been truly a roller-coaster ride from last week. I'm still feeling a bit dazed from all the action and events. A friend got married, EE coming home from her honeymoon, and the world celebrated the holidays with the anniversary of the tsunami. A year ago. My, my...has it really been a year? They say the end of the year is always a good time to reflect on the past. I hardly have a grip on the present. But I learned a lot these past few weeks. Maybe that's my only consolation for what have been tough times for the little 'ol nobody me. Thanks for listening, anyway.
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I got a nice surprise today. There was a check in the mail for me! I never thought that I would use that term. Check in the mail. Seems so 1980's. I never expected it, so that explains my excitement. It was from the local authority here. Seems that I am paid for attending their meetings. Wahlauu! And I used to hate meetings. There was always a meeting at my first job dulu. And let me tell you those meetings were not friendly ever. You either get bashed or you're the one bashing people. Of course, I being the budak baru would always be at the end of it. But now it looks like this meeting thing might be good afterall. It's not a million dollars, but okaylah for a few hours of discussion and talk. And not to mention the makan karipap sessions. I don't know who's idea it is, but someone there really knows how to attract a crowd...hehe. So I will be looking forward to attend more meetings there. And ohhh...looking forward to check the mail too :)
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Korang-korang semua tengok tak jumlah duit hantaran untuk Juliana Banos? RM 77,888.77 youu...mahalnye!! Tak kuasa aku! Bile aku fikir balik, kalo setakat Juliana Banos yang terkenal dengan lagu...errrrm...lagu..errr aku pun tatau lagu dia apa yang famous, pun hantaran bapak punya mahal, apatah lagi Cik Siti kita yang dah perform kat London tu haaa. Kalo ikut congak-congak aku yang pandai ni la kann, aku rasa duit hantaran Siti kurang-kurang mau dua billion. Kalo nak compare dengan Juliana apebenda tu la kan. Macam tulah ragam artis kita sekarang ye. Duit hantaran pun mahal-mahal. Takpelahhh...rezeki orang la katakannn. Kitorang orang wartawan sekadar tumpang gembira dan harapkan moga berkekalan hingga ke anak cucu. Jue, jangan lupa jemput kami makan nasi minyak ye. Bertuah ko ye Jue dapat orang AP. Jeles aku!
Stone: Nak cari gadis kampung
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Don't laugh, but I went to see Mamat Khalid's 'Rock' the other day. And with that, it brings my total of watching Malay movies at the cinema to four. So much for being patriotic, huh? I usually don't bother because: One. It'll be playing on Astro Ria next Hari Raya Two. I'm not a big fan of local movies And three, it's a filem Melayu, damnit! Berat gile nak kuarkan sepuloinggit
Okay, okay, before any one of you pejuang filem kebangsaan starts sending me hate mail, I have nothing against local movies really. I really enjoyed some of 'em. Honest. It's just that watching it at the cinema feels a bit...errr...awkward? But enough about me and my local movie antics, I just wanna say I kinda enjoyed 'Rock'. Mamat Khalid of 'Rombongan Makcik Kiah ke Sukan Komanwel' fame, had a good idea and concept for the movie. It was a tribute to the sham glam rock era of the 80's, something which is close to my heart. It may not be Detroit Rock City or Almost Famous, but it had its moments. That's what I find quite disappointing in local movies. They have the idea but when it comes to the final and end-product, it becomes nothing more than a whimper. Sad to say, 'Rock' too is guilty of that. At first, you find the humour quite funny and acceptable but after awhile, it becomes this non-stop abuse of slapstick so-called humour. Come on laaa...if it's one thing I hope they learn is to never, ever prolong a certain slapstick joke. When it drags along, it becomes irritating and what started out as a good joke becomes this 'Cilaka, haram tak lawak' moment. In a cinema filled with Mat Rempits and your typical Senario audience, they could have been forgiven for that. But please don't try to humiliate the audience (read: myself) with this kinda crap. I'm trying my best to sit through a local movie here, alright? But 'Rock' may not be your typical Prof Madya movie. The humour sometimes surprised me and it was nice to see that. And with a soundtrack of killer rock kangkang ballads playing throughout the film, I forgave them for my two hours at the cinema. Cameos by rock legends such as Amy and Man Kidal were also nice and justified the film's tribute to the era. As a whole, 'Rock' didn't do much harm in terms of viewing pleasure. It wasn't that great, but it's nice to see an effort to visualize the Mat Rock era of the 80's from the smelly, egg carton filled walls of the jamming studio to the crowded Dewan Cina which many became a home to the afternoon gig sessions. With this effort, I would also like to see someone do something familiar with the underground movement of the 90's. The more real it is, the better, because we certainly have our own legends in that arena. Final say: Just wait for it to come out on TV next Hari Raya. And while you're waiting, you can take out those old jeans koyak and hi-cut sneakers from the closet. Wa caya lu brader!! *intro to Taman Rashidah Utama plays in the background*
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I find it disturbing to hear my 11 year-old cousin sing the lyrics to Black Eyed Peas' 'My Humps'. There's something about a kid singing about humps and lumps that doesn't sound right. But then I remembered when I was his age, I was singing away to this:
All right stop, Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow
Hmmm...I guess the lyrics back then weren't that cheeky compared to nowadays. But when I remembered Vanilla Ice, maybe it is worse.
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And so my sister got married on Saturday. Just for the record, it was on the 10th of December 2005. A nice day. No rain. Not too much sunshine. Good day for a wedding. I'm still coming to terms with having a new member of the family. I don't even know what to call my brother-in-law. Abang? Biggie bro? Dude?? It's kinda funny really to have someone unfamiliar in the household. Good thing I have a sister. If I had a brother, and a new girl walks into the family, she might be in for a scare on how I look in the morning, pre-gosok gigi period. But since he's a guy anyway, he knows what to expect. At least I hope he does. It's been a friggin' busy, bapak segala busy week. Add to the fact that I had to attend some whatever kursus in PD earlier in the week, by the time I reached home, it was fast and furious from the word Go! There were tons of things to be done. This is a lesson for all you soon-to-be parents: Get at least 3 kids, and make sure 2 of 'em are boys coz if you're the only son, you're expected to be Hercules and carry everything as if it's peanuts. Not that I'm complaining though. I think the size of my biceps quadrupled over the weekend. But the wedding day itself, it was beautiful. EE was beautiful. Bang Farez was dashing. It wasn't exactly smooth sailing. There were a few hiccups here and there but on the whole, I was satisfied on how it came out. Even though the groom had to repeat his lafaz nikah (probably he was intimidated by Papa who did the honours), it was nice really. You could feel the sense of relief from everyone in the room when the saksi said "Sah!" It was like taking a free throw at the last second in Game 7 of the NBA Finals. Everyone was holding their breath. The pressure! I don't know if I could handle it myself. The reception that night was a story itself. I'm sorry if invitations were limited. I'll make sure each one of you can come during my wedding reception. Did I say my wedding? I meant errrr...like that one lah. But back to EE's reception, even though a short video presentation of her was canceled due to some technical difficulties, we had it covered and it's a good thing we had a backup plan as well. The family was of course, dissapointed, especially Papa who seemed like he could rip the poor guy's head off. But the guests didn't notice, so I guess that was a good thing. The show must go on, as they say. Crisis management, people...jangan tak tau...heheh. The food was nice and the decorations were pretty. Kudos to the caterer and set designer who I think did a swell job. I could recommend them to you guys for those in the Seremban area. And I wanna do a bit of basket lifting myself, cause I think my Thank You speech that night wasn't too bad either...hehe. It proved that a collaboration between me and Papa could turn out well. He drafted the main body, I just tinkered around and sprinkled my bits and pieces here and there. I even got to recite a few homemade pantuns myself. And you know how my pantuns are. It's a good thing the guests which consisted mainly of old-timers, received the humour quite well. Best gile. But I guess the best part about weddings is the reunion. Relatives far and wide, old friends from yesteryear, people you haven't met in ages were there in attendance. Some of Mama's friends from the clinic who I last saw when I was taking UPSR were there and remained the ever-lovable aunties that I knew. Of course, you kinda get bored of the usual "Ohhh..dah besar dah sekarang ye" line, but it's EE's wedding so who gives a hoot? One of Papa's friends even thought I went to 'You-know-what-school.' He had the nerve to ask me which house I used to be. Cehhh...sorry la. Koleq tak main aaaa...kan Jeg? Hehe.. Old friends from the Rasah fraternity were there too, now all grown up with kids of their own. I remembered hanging around Pak Dollah's house as a kid to watch the Mission Impossible series because we couldn't get TV3 reception over at Tok Chik's house. Honestly, that night was a journey down memory lane for most of the time. Loved it. When everything was over, there was this sense of relief yet sadness. Relief that everything we planned and worked for the past 11 months was over and done. Sad, because EE will be leaving the house to be with her husband. It's bound to happen. And for that, I am happy for her. She doesn't read this blog and I hope she never does, but like I said that night, I love you and I wish you all the best. You may be married, but you will always be my sister. And I, will always be your Adik.
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The true spirit of 'Malaysia Boleh' was felt yesterday as the Malaysian contingent achieved its best ever finish outside the country at the SEA Games. 61 golds is no mean feat, especially with the controversy surrounding host nations (us included) of the Games. And even though our wait for a football gold medal still continues, other long-lost gold medals have returned after a long absence. Notably in badminton, where I wasn't even born the last time we won the women's doubles. And who could forget sepak takraw, after a decade in the shadows of Thailand and their 'servis kuda', we can rightfully claim ourselves as the new kings of takraw. Now we know who's been 'horsing' around lately. I would also like to congratulate Norizan Bakar's boys for the bronze they won yesterday. Even though most of us wanted a different colour of medal, they redeemed themselves somewhat with a win against bitter rivals Indonesia. I personally enjoyed the win as I hate, and I mean hate Peter Withe, Indonesia's head coach. A bloody, cocky sunuvabitch. He had the nerve to say he expected to meet Malaysia for the bronze as he didn't expect us to be in the Final. This is before our semi-final defeat to Vietnam, of course. The nerve! Up yours, old man! So a big congratulations to the Harimau Malaysia team at the SEA Games. Ohhh...I love the new look, by the way. I think it played its role in getting the opponents psyched up by the appearance of the yellow-and-black tiger stripes. Kudos to the Chef-de-mission, Low Beng Choo and of course, Datuk Azalina kita for the job well done. But in our celebration of the SEA Games, let us not forget our lass in Hong Kong, Miss World No. 1, Nicol Ann David for her triumph at the World Open, cementing her place as the new No. 1. Congrats Nicol! You are marvelous as you are beautiful as a person. Good week to be Malaysian, eh?
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I had my first visit to the State Assembly yesterday. It's not exactly the Parliament, but it's still a bunch of politicians sitting under one roof talking bull. Did I say bull? I meant important matters. On the whole, it was quite a sleepy affair. Being an afternoon session, I wonder if the lunchtime masak lemak had anything to do with my drowsiness. But it certainly had its moments, that I tell ya. I was lucky enough to witness a name-calling duel between two well-respected State Assemblyman. Of course, they were from the Opposition and Gomen lah. What do you expect? And the name-calling here is short of the 'nenenenene!' type. It was just like kids except they were wearing nice suits and had Proton Perdanas waiting for them outside. It's so easy to pick out the Opposition in the Dewan. It took me only a few minutes to figure out who the 'bad guys' were. And they didn't even have to identify themselves. They might as well be wearing prison clothes for the cold treatment they were getting from everyone else. I guess politicians need to be good speakers as well. It's really important in getting the attention of the Dewan and also helps on a sleepy afternoon such as this. But don't just talk and no action. Ehhh...what am I saying here. Politicians are supposed to be like that. I forgot. A few speakers certainly got my attention that afternoon, especially this particular veteran YB. He was funny as hell and I know the people of his constituency certainly loves him. It was like watching the Parliament sessions on TV. Laughter and all. Note to all budding politicians: You better be quirky so people like me pay attention! It may be nothing like the Parliament in terms of size and stature, but the State Assembly certainly has its moments. I will be looking forward to my visit there, even though I was only there because the Boss couldn't make it. I may be a stand-in, but heck I enjoyed the experience nonetheless. Politics? Boring?? Visit your local Dewan Persidangan.
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