tO iReNe WiNsToN

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO A FRIEND WHO

* DOESN'T MIND ME NEVER REMEMBERING HER EXACT BIRTH DATE

* COULD, CAN AND WILL ALWAYS STAND MY RAMBLING BLABLABLA...

* KNOWS WHO'S MY HUGE PRETEEN CRUSH

* KEEPS MY DARKEST (ok maybe not so dark) SECRET

* CAN MERAJUK AND GET ME TO PUJUK

* AT THE SAME TIME I SHOULD'VE CALLED AUNTY tho

* SHARE THE SAME DRY HUMOR WITH ME

* UNDERSTAND MY LINGO

* CAN FORGIVE MY SHARP JABBING TONGUE and...

*LOVE ME (at least that's what she told me) TO EVERY BITS

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRENE WINSTON!!!

love you baby! have a superb 26!

Lawak Dewasa

Selama aku dah dewasa, aku makin kerap dapat e-mail2 lucah macam nih, serius lucah, but funny tho. Enjoiceh...


I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:

I do physical labor.
I work at great depths.
I plunge headfirst into everything I do.
I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
I work in a damp environment.
I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.
I work in high temperatures.My work exposes me to contagious diseases.

Sincerely,
P. Niss


The Response


Dear Penis:After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons:

You do not work 8 hours straight.
You fall asleep after brief work periods.
You do not always follow the orders of the management team.
You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other locations.
You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the Correct protective clothing.
You will retire well before you are 65.
You are unable to work double shifts.
You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task..
And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.


Sincerely,
V. Gina

orang lain pulang at 2 a.m sebab baru abis clubbing,

aku akan pulang rumah nanti, kick off my shoes tired as hell sebab baru abis keja,

rajinnya...

baby JOY dah tido...mr VAI mata kuyu...how shitty your sunday can be?

mArI mEmbAcA

baru abis baca blog Che Det'...sakit kepala weng-weng jadi negarawan rupanya owh...aku jadi rumahwan, shoppingcomplexwan, officewan sahaja lah...

kasihan, mentaliti orang kita rupanya tidak ke mana-mana.

tsk...

So he f*ck your ass...with love?

What the Foot!

Mind Your Own Bikini

Hulloh...

It's been long since I seriously pour my million penny thoughts here... Been busy ranting and raging in my new found fondness[...ranting again] Well live your life like its no one else's business. Live it at your own pace and never mind what the buzzing langau's got to say about your ass.

My surroundings have this annoying habit we Malaysian call 'jaga tepi kain[tapeh] orang]. I'm no angel OK but I'm not bad in any sense towards any human being[unless you're a real scumbag worthy to troll]. I mind my own stuff, keep my medling to the min, I keep myself updated with the gossip but never am willing to air people's schmelly laundry. So I hate people asking me about my personal life, my 'when/how/why'. Seriously I think busybodies have no life.

I have a friend whose life was close to ruined as a result of malacious gossiping. Kandra, her poor faithfull husband Rick was branded a playboy just because he is good looking and unfortunately working in marketing line. Her confidence towards her husband eroded day by day when there's a 'kepoh' lady friend Moira, broadcasting her story[highlighted, mind you] of "seen with", "heard about" and etc... Luckily somebody was rational enough to help her do some investigation on the allegations and found out......

Moira had a hot for Rick and was spreading rumours so that Kendra would let him go and have him for herself, nice...

AND!!! There was a boss who was cheeky enough to ask about our work progress when her own team had not even started doing anything!

Plus something I overheard at a hotel cafe' sometime ago, some makcik behind me;

A : You know, I heard Alia, my husband's former secretary is *pregnant*... no husband some more, tsk, what a shame!

B : Eh, yakah? So pretty yet so bodoh heh? But she so nice oh? Who told you?

A : C la who else. Now Alia work at her husband's construction firm. Biasa la. Cover only mah... Eh where is C ha, so late as usual!

...after a while, a BIG FAT YELLOW lady arrived...

C : Hey A, you know what I just heard? Now I know who the father to her baby! Eh sorry la lambat.

A : It's ok, who lah?

C : Orang Kaya X, ala...the one who got a Car Retail business ba...

A : Oi C you dont play2, my laki is Haji X also...same business,...

B : *ayak* C! I think A pengsan lah!

lol! I was supposed to pity aunty A but the scene was rather comedic. Padan muka, all I have to say;

MIND YOUR OWN BIKINI LAH!

mAnImAtOr^bwah^

Pening kepala aku...

Asal hujung tahun mesti;

*road tax + insurans keta mati

~pas keselamatan mati

#majikan susah mok bayar OT

&*@#!!!!

^kena saman so road tax+insurans+saman=$$$$$$$

*&^%!!!!

~ada Krismas yang perlu dirai=$$$ lagi...

[hutang bank+JPJ+Polis+insurans+security(boo...)=$$$$$$$$$$$$]

Kenapa mesti hujung tahun semuanya???

if I have to walk to work^humph^

My Promise

i swear i don't know what to do


the mistake had been done, long ago
i knew about it but i didn't say anything
now who's to blame?
i wouldn't say anything now, it will do no good
what's done is done


but i promised to myself
i wouldn't run away
i wouldn't hide
even when consequences of action realized
i'll be here with you
will be where you are
standing next to you


it's too late to say anything
and it wasn't done for me
i wouldn't let you do that for me
if only i was there to stop you



well i know
life can't just be "what if /but / or / maybe"
life only shows was, is and will
the past is not to be changed
the present always is painful
my hope
the future will be peaceful

amen

Susahnya Hidup...

Aku dapat anjakan gaji, bos kacau mintak belanja, aku jerit kuat-kuat

'banyak hutang aku woiii'

wakakaka; ada boleh ka?

ApA aKu rAsA

takorang nanga sik cerita cinta balqis tv3 jam 6.30 monday till thursday? yup... aku nanga cita ya sebab I'm always and forever stuck in my office. hari2 nunggu belon dan2 lagik chanel tv ada 1, 2, 3 ajak.


back to the story, cinta balqis tok pasal dua ekok kapel angol (balqis & ezany) bercinta dalam ladang kelapa sawit milik BAPAK ezany. ikut gilak nafsu mauk *tutt-tutt* sidak duak alu sik pikir panjang alu kawin lari. nama pun kawin sikda restu orang tua, don't expect them to kompang your return. so dihalo la kapel tek, and masa dak duak ya membawa diri alu la CRV sidak ya eksiden melantak lori.


[part tok aku ramal jak, drama melayu tok senang dipredict]

ezany lupa ingatan, mak bapak nya mbak nya pindah KL jauh dari balqis. keluarga balqis diberitahu bahawa ezany dah mati, sak bini nya sik ncarik. at the same time balqis dah terpregnant sorang2. suatu hari nanti ezany akan pulang ke ladang dan temu nya, kedak sik kenal jak sebab sik ingat.


[part tok pula aku taikpau takurang]

kak ya masa merayo dalam ladang bapak nya ezany kena timpak buah sawit sebesar alam alu pingsan. bangun nya alu flash back, carik nya bini nya kak ya fight for our love and so on and so forth. menchik ku crita drama melayu tok, kitak orang pecayak la sikkan lari jaoh taikpau aku.

pokok pangkal cerita aku sikda keja mok molah ya ku ngerepak crita orang dalam tv. tapi aku nang sak ati la masa nanga dak duak eksiden ya, adaka aku madah padan muka? lol
lak ada masa aku trolling crita lain gik k? tah~ta....

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

hello reader; I received a comment from Dawn on my last post on The Law Of the Garbage Truck. And the ever so forgetful me forgot to mention the original writer. So here it is, he is the genius Mr David J. Pollay. A real good one, trust me. Sorry...

message from Dawn;

Thanks for posting this great story! My name is Dawn, and I work with David J. Pollay, the author of The Law of the Garbage Truck™. I just wanted to stop by and let you know that you can read the original story on David’s blog, http://davidjpollay.typepad.com/david_j_pollay/lawofthegarbagetruck.html. It would mean a lot to us if you would let people know that David is the author of The Law of the Garbage Truck.



You can also find out more information about The Law of the Garbage Truck on www.thelawofthegarbagetruck.com. Make sure to check out the video of people in New York City taking the No Garbage Trucks!™ Pledge: www.bewareofgarbagetrucks.com. It’s pretty cool.

thank you

LAW OF THE GARBAGE TRUCK

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport.

We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.

My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us.

He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment.

As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.

Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.

The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,

so ... Love the people who treat you right.

Pray for the ones who don't.

Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!

Have a blessed, garbage-free day!

I WANT MY PLATE NUMBER

IF I AM TO BUY A NEW CAR, AND MY CHOICE OF PLATE NUMBER IS

WTF 7

BOLEH KA???

WILL THE GUYS ON THE OTHER WHEELS
~ SNIGGER AT MY SIGHT?
~ WISH THEY COULD 'BUMP' MY 'REAR'?
~ SPEED UP TO OVERTAKE, SEE IF I'D GIVE THEM A F*CKING CHASE ? or
~ WONDER IF THE DRIVER IS A BORN BITCH?

the car is jetblack, has bloodred leather interior and very VIP rimmed.

NOT FAT BUT NO THANKS

today my life meant eating porridge and endless dollop of rendang gravy that is superbly delicious, salted egg, fried anchovies+egg+garlic, and many other additional menus to partake.


now why am i still 46kg? i wish i had a little extra weight put on my boobs and some on my ass. hehehe...

GAY vs LESBIAN

AKU SUKA TENGOK PEREMPUAN CANTIK, MAKA LESBO KAH AKU?

hari-hari aku berdiri menengok orang lalu dan lalang bergoyang-goyang sekeliling dunia tangan mereka busy menjinjing beg-beg mahal ori mahupun replika berjenama LV, COACH, PRADA, CHANEL, Burberry, YSL...memang aku suka tengok perempuan bergaya, perempuan putih, cantik, tinggi, bibir sexy ala angelina jolie...lipstik warna nude...tights...oh tidak..so sexy!!!

lazim lah aku yang tinggi (tak cukup inci), slim and shaddy ini suka tengok perempuan cantik, fantasi aku yang ingin seperti mereka, berjalan seperti atas angin, cantik...bawa beg mahal-mahal, Mandy cakap beg LV kat butik harga nya paling cikai lebih RM1500, majoriti harga lingkungan 2 ke 3 ribu..kenapa aku lihat banyak sungguh LV dijinjit perempuan sekarang bersama shopping bag as a proof diorang beli ori in case orang macam aku bertanya. hahaha... kaya sangat kah perempuan zaman sekarang? atau shopping bag pun dah di'tiruan' juga?


kalau lelaki suka tengok lelaki dikata GAY, aku perempuan yang suka menengok perempuan hot and fabulous apa pula? LESBO?

WHERE IS EVERYBODY?

everybody facebooking izzit?
what that makes me?
a person without a facebook account
FACELESS?

MENCIK KU SIKDA BONOS!!!!

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Najib aku tarik balik statement ku malam tadik memuji-muji rupa kau kedak hensem-hensem bapak. Aku sak ati ko sik merik bonos ngan mek orang. Aku sak ati ko merik gred 41 ke atas (sah-sah gaji daktok dah besar) RM500 juak ujung taun tok. Aku sak ati manas tok aku sik dapat beli handbag idaman gara-gara ko kedekut duit BAPAK kau. Bukan laki ku sikmok beli, aku mok beli guna duit AKU, dah sik boleh! Siney kah konsep 1Malaysia kau kinek tok? Kesineykah? Kenak sikda konsep 1Bank? Sikda 1Bulan Bonos? Haruslah aku ngerepak sampey ke esok.



Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WILL YOU MARRY AGAIN?

Husband and wife are lying quietly in bed reading when the wife looks over at him and asks the question

WIFE: 'What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?'
HUSBAND: 'Definitely not!'

WIFE: 'Why not? Don't you like being married?'
HUSBAND: 'Of course I do.'

WIFE: 'Then why wouldn't you remarry?'
HUSBAND: 'Okay, okay, I'd get married again.'

WIFE: 'You would? (with a hurt look)
HUSBAND: (makes audible groan)

WIFE: 'Would you live in our house?'
HUSBAND: 'Sure. It's a great house.'

WIFE: 'Would you sleep with her in our bed?'
HUSBAND: 'Where else would we sleep?'

WIFE: 'Would you let her drive my Mercedes?'
HUSBAND: 'Probably. It is almost new.'

WIFE: 'Would you replace my pictures with hers?'
HUSBAND: 'That would seem like the proper thing to do.'

WIFE: 'Would you give her my jewelry?'
HUSBAND: 'No. I'm sure she'd want her own.'

WIFE: 'Would you take her golfing with you?'
HUSBAND: 'Yes. Those are always good times.'

WIFE: 'Would she use my clubs?'
HUSBAND: 'No. She's left-handed.'

WIFE: - silence …..

HUSBAND: ' . . . Oh Shit!'

JAGA TAKORANG!!!

Ada sik takorang terkenak penyakit berwabak nama Facebook? Dalam ya ada Farm Ville, Farm Town, apa Ville apa Town segala. Aku sik sakit koh...coma...

Aritok aku sik ngembak broadband turun keja. Alu la aku pinyam internet/laptop Ashley tek kedong nya keluar berdating ngan chan nya. Alu lah aku dipesan nyaga Cafe' World nya tek... Aku sikda Facebook alu pandey main game ya koh. Masak dak kebab nya, stew nya, tikka massala la apa la. Kira berdedikasi juak la aku sebagai 'stand-in' chef nya tek, harus sebab nya nombor dua dalam ranking players ya. Yarabbbi...nasib la aku sikda Facebook, mun ada alu sik terjaga anak ngan laki leka berkebun dan berniaga.

Kenak kitakorang harus ada Facebook, Twitter, Friendster(aku ada tapi lamak bena sik ngabas), Tagged, High5 dan apa-apa aje yang ada terhidang. Bagi aku mun mauk juak join harus tauk jaga dirik oh.. Kawan mekorang marek baruk jak ditepon gerex oversea(konon) mintak nulong bayar charge ngembak extra cash ke Kastam. Yala jangan bahalol bin tolol merik nombor tepon ke orang yang sik dikelala kita. Crita tek gitok;

kawan mekorang nama Jericho(awww) dalam Tagged ada berkawan ngan laki Canada nama *toot* ntah aku sik ingat, let's name him Alo. lamak-lamak bertenet tek alu la si Alo tek madah mok datang Malaysia. si Jericho tek pun berik la handphone number nya ke Alo dengan harapan akan bertemu sik lamak gik. si Alo tok ada madah nya akan mbak duit untuk bukak sigek enterprise sitok and Jericho bakal jadi manager nya. berbunga riang la si Jericho tek nunggu, sehingga la marek Alo telipon madah ngan Jericho nya dah sampai KLIA and kenak tahan Kastam sebab nya mbak terlalu banyak cash. so pendek cerita Kastam suruh nya bayar fee sebab mbak too much cash. tok nang bulak la sebab Kastam sik mencukei duit walau bergala ne dimbak kita dari oversea. nasib la Jericho tek sik lembut ati mayar bank-in duit ke akaun laki ya tek.

so aku dengan segala siviknya mencarik kebenaran giney kah prosedur nya mun mbak duit banyak dan berurusan ngan Kastam seperti berikut;

ECM13-Import & Eksport Ringgit Dan Matawang Asing Oleh Pengembara Pemastautin/Bukan Pemastautin berkuatkuasa 01 Mac 2006

- wang kertas RM tidak melebihi RM1,000 untuk setiap individu

- wang kertas asing termasuk cek kembara TIADA HAD

- perlu meminta kebenaran terlebih dahulu jika

a) membawa KELUAR wang kertas asing dan cek kembara melebihi USD10,000

b) membawa MASUK dan KELUAR wang kertas RM melebihi RM1,000

bagaimana?

- tulis dan fax surat permohonan ke Bank Negara menyatakan nama, tarikh perjalanan, tujuan perjalanan, nombor passport dan jumlah wang yang hendah dibawa

INGAT!!!

- Kastam tidak mengenakan bayaran duti untuk wang tunai anda (waima seguni pun)

- Kastam TIDAK menerima bayaran apa-apa cukai secara 'bank-in' ke pihak ketiga, that is SCAM!!!

So now kitakorang tauk dah, iboh madah mami sik madah... Lelah ku mencarik fakta kes pakey kitak urang.

Ingat oh.. Iboh sebarang merik nombor tepon ngan urang. Nombor akaun, walau nya madah nya mauk berik duit pecoma ke kitakorang. Untung... ne da orang murah hati gik di dunia tok.

Bah...jaga diri,hiasi peribadi (apakah...)

Buhbye bebeh...

SIGNIFICANT significant

~heyo...~
so long ya, I've been soo busy AND lazy too. sorry...

Writing is never boring to me, just that sometimes ideas are hard to come by. Been bloghopping for a week and it really doesn't help. Well, whatever...

Last Sunday was my Mr Vai's 29th birthday and we had a modest party for him. Some BBQ and a tasty Roman cheesecake for dessert. I gave him a black Sembonia wallet as present the very morning. He hugged me thank you, paused for a while and said that I am already a GIFT to him. No hadiah necessary. Awww.....kan?

There are a few special people in my life I so love and cherish till the end. My family, my friends who are like family and other friends who simply make life worth living.


The top of the cream now is Mr Vai, my beloved and my soulmate. He loves to let me know he adores me, he loves making fun of me and funny thing is I love it. He's well tall, dark and round in the middle yet handsome in bed.oopsss... Ya, he's lovely, loving and caring, not really the kind you can easily find nowadays. Very intellectual and refreshing with thoughts and ideas to munch. It's never boring talking to him, I am a chatterbox myself so can't stand a silent dude. We share a lot of interest and equally opposite as well enough to keep us attracted to each other like magnets. We both love eating and I'm partly to blame for his round tummy nowadays. He's defensive about me, and I need that about him. I hope dearly that we will remain as loving, romantic and supportive as we are today, maybe even more with time.


Then there is my baby Joy. A lovely little thing with curly hair and big eyes, endless energy and helpless angel moping around with her charm and cuteness. The house is at awe with her, adorable thing that doesn't seem to eat, drink Coke(daddy's fault) and yes at 17 months stuff her face with fries and coke thanks to her dad and grandpa. She is the big-red-sweet-crunchy apple of my eyes. She can call her daddy and to annoy me the dad-girl pair doesn't seem to learn how to call mommy. She call me nan, or nenek sometimes. huh...daddy's girl gonna be.


My own daddy is wonderful, loving and always supportive in any means. He'd been my solid rock for years since mommy died. He remarried when I was about 4 and it took a while to bond with his new missus. My siblings are more than 10 years ahead of me so I pretty much befriend my dad my whole life. That, I believe what makes me OLD in the head. He's 60 this year and yet still handsome and genius with his painting. No word can describe him enough, but enough said he's the greatest daddy God can give me.


And there's Darien, my stepson, Mr Vai guy buddy, the only one who can contest for his affection other than baby Joy. When the two kids around, I take a back seat. They're impossible to contain, put me in love-hate situation many times. Mr Vai spoil them to the bits and I often become bitter sulking for myself. Darien is adorable in a way only he can, only to pull my hair and make me chase him around later. Children, you just can't be patient enough with their pranks.


My cousin Barbie, the one I'd love to be close to forever. Just distance and it's possible. We love planning for a night out, shopping trip etc...only to find that we're in different ZIP code area. Maybe we can save that for our old days.


My bestie, Irene is pregnant with her new baby. She had most of my girlish secrets and heart pain. She knows my crushes and secret admirers as we call it. Me too, know her secrets color coded from light to dark ones. We laugh at our own stupid jokes and used to share many dreams or angan-angan atas angin and they are all perfectly dreamt. And yet now we're far apart, maybe we can reunite before we're too old.


And here, my new potential bestie is Ashley, my ever ready taxi and laugh as loud as I do. My bloggerina friends I love to read, you guys really cheer my boring and downbeat days. LOVE you Love you SO very much!!!


Do you love anybody?

KeSiNeY kAh

adoh....lamak sik ngereco mahupun ngerepak.. yalah kan..dari ku ngerepak memacam jak berik hilang aura seri urang maca belog ku bagus ku diam jak. bukan apa, duak tiga menjak tok mood ku itam sehitam spiderman ngembak ku mala jak bergramus ngan boss meruyan ku tek nak? tapi lamak dua menjak ku temu nya macam dah insaf jak. mesra!!!(sila imagine BOB) jak ngan aku, alu sik ngutik dah nya..ok la, urang mauk berdamai kan, terimak jak la...

bah..bah..apa la jadi ngan aku lamak aku diam dalam inkubator tek? hm...aku rasmi mula membaca, as of real reading. lamak sik baca membaca, jadi luguk palak otak sik pandey pikir, jadi sik kreatif and manjak ngan google. so aku mulakan ngan novel, when I say novel meaning english novel k... aku baca;

Barbara Taylor Bradford
*the ravenscar dynasty
*the heir

Carrie Adams
*the stepmother

Nelson DeMille
*the gate house

best... tapi sikda la aku mok ngambar buku-buku ya.. malas ku.. bah aku mok baca agik. lak ku dah sembuh sakit mata membaca banyak-banyak buku ku nulis belog gik. hehhe... malasnya....

WHEN SORRY IS NOT ENOUGH

My heart ache if my apology left unanswerd especially when it's not even my fault to begin with. Sometimes we just need to humble or as I call it 'smear shit on my own nose' to get by, why, coz' there's no way 'round to survive. GOSH... I must be desperate.

Anyway, am so late to wish raya, just hope you guys can live another happy day. Tomorrow is working day. Go blow down your office.

signed by a rotten head and f*cked up mind

LoVe

A hug for you means I need you

A kiss for you means I love you

A call for you means I miss you

~hmmm~

MY e-MO POST

wtf~I hate it when;

- people make STUPID fun of me, term unapropriate, period

- some BOSS make me look like an idiot, I'll bite back one fine day

- people MESSED UP, smear shit about my name, and act like nothing happened when confronted

- I'm lied to AND no guilt displayed/can't you drama a bit?

- I'm always the one to BLAME

- nobody appreciate ME

- I done good YET people still think I'm bad, not that I care, just...you know

- I know youth NEVER repeats

- people don't know how to SAY SORRY

~SO PLASTIC~

*go figure what I actually tried to tell you, CAPS?*

My friends you may wonder why the slow-down in writing lately? Well, I'm pretty much busy and tied to SUDOKU and SNOOD nowadays. Allow me to flush overflow of addiction first and I'll be back in no time.

Daaa...

TAHNIAH BELANJA CUMA RM5

char kueh tiaw - RM 3
satay singgit 3 cucuk - RM 1
keropok lekor - RM 1

= haha RM 5 sahaja!!!

SELAMAT BERPUASA happy bersungkei !

Kedak orang lain juak, aku mauk sihat sejahtera selalu. Tapi aku pun kedak orang lain juak lah sebab aku pun sakit juak walaupun sentiasa berharap sihat. Faham sik apa kerepak ku tok??

~LoL

OK lah...post ariya aku madah ku sakit, kali lah virus H1N1 yang ringan, nama pun kerja ngan public kan? Pakey la mask ka, cuci tangan ribu-ribu rina kali ka, tetap juak kenak tempias sakit nya. Nang imposssipazel lah sik kenak. Sakit bebenar la aku sik la sakit bulak nak; makan sik lalu, masak la apa pun memang sik rasa nyaman. Tido sik puas-puas sampey sakit badan ne ndak alah gurin ajak-ajak. Sakit palak iboh jak lah, nang berpapan-papan panadol makan ku, asa berdenyut2. Muscle nang sakit semua, sikboh jak ngarap la orang sakit mok nulong molah keja rumah. Nasib la aku setakat batuk ajak sikda sore throat ngan asma. Mun ndak kenak kuarantin la aku tek nak? Berblogging dalam wad. Hari tok..aku rasa sihat dikit. Sik la merinsak rasa, ubat pun dah habis cuma tinggal tunggu antibodi semulajadi badan bekerja sendiri. Ingus agik ada, sora agik sik sama, tapi badan nang ada sihat rasanya. Orang madah mun dah sakit sikkan sakit agik musim ya, bena kah?

Bah tok bukan la kes nya. Adapun kisah betul mok ku usha tok adalah bersempena bulan posa yang setat esok. SELAMAT BERPUASA kepada kawan-kawan yang berposa, kepada yang sik berposa selamat mentekedarah bazaar ramadhan. Haruslah kita ngangkut segala-gala juadah yang dijual di tamu nun kelak. Musim posa tok nang pelik-pelik barang makan yang timbul. Nama-nama makanan nang aku bebal; aku beli sama ada sebab nya pelik, nampak nyaman or simply kacak. hahaha.... Beli kak ya sik makan, hidang pakey kenyang mata jak. Paling bagus mun ku beli kak ya makan sambil jalan di tamu'. Tapi sik sopan nak makan berdiri, marah cikgu Rahmat ngan aku, kenak lekok palak gik kedak dolok. Pokoknya nang bulan posa tok bulan aku membazir lah. Beli-beli-beli-sik-makan-habis-masuk-peti ais-keras-buang-beli baru! Budus sik? Nang siktauk bersyukur ada kemampuan makan sampey berbazir segala.

Tapi susah sebenarnya mauk mengawal nafsu berbelanja di tamu. Selagi ada duit pecah (hehe ne sik pecah sengaja mbak RM50) selagi ya la angkut plastik hitam, biru, putih, merah nak kerek-kerek ya. So last year mpun bulan posa aku belajar nahan dirik so aku share ngan takorang yang sik posa tapi rajin mentekedarah bazaar ramadhan. Orang nak posa sik dapat la mok ikut kelas mak tok ho? Unless la kitakorang sanggup berbuka selamba katak di tamu jak. Tapi mun mauk beli pakey makan sefamily paksa la tapau kan..so sik terpakey la tips aku tok.

Tips tok bagi yang agik single, isik rongan kedirik la, atau kitakorang keja shift nak suka ngelayor dekat-dekat masa mok sungkei. Ngegeh kan? Sik posa mauk juak sungkei bagai.

1. Ngembak sikit duit. Paling banyak pun RM15. Paling bagus RM 10 jak sorang.

2. Pertama beli aik, minum kan. RM1 @ RM2

3. Ngagak buntut manok, beli dan makan terus secucuk. Ya alas perut namanya. RM2

4. Bila perut dah ada isik aik, ada buntut manok, kurang lahapnya.. Terus la beli desert kuih ka buah ka, sak selera makan tergendala sekejap. Perut kita tok perlu masa hantar isyarat slow ke otak madah tahap sebenar 'kelaparan' rongan kita. RM1

5. Ilek la bejalan survey tamu sambil nanga mpuan/laki kacak, perasan kacak atau sik kacak lalu sementara nunggu perut ngeluar isyarat. 5 minit kedak ya. Nah.. kurang sebenarnya serakah kita kak ya. So dengan baki kira-kira RM 10 @ RM5 ya, beli la sigek main course seperti nasik beriyani ka laksa ka apa-apa la yang ingin tek untuk kitakorang makan di opis atau di rumah (single tek nak..). Makan dan minum dengan aik kosong jak, tek dah minum manis.

Tada!!!! Jimat sik? Aku last year limit RM10 jak pakey ku sorang, keja malam selalunya la. Tapi sik boleh la berbajet mun mauk mbak pulang nak? Sik cukup pakey mak-bapak mentua, laki dan ipar duai kita.


So, untuk yang single, cukup-cukup la RM10 ya OK? Jaga makan, jaga bajet dan jaga kesihatan. Dalam seminggu 3 kali ngabas tamu boleh la,,jangan jak hari-hari nak? Dah! Baruk jak sihat, alu la...hehe..

Selamat Berpuasa!!! Biar posa setengah hari, jangan posa setengah hati! Yang bercinta (Pak Dukun..) jangan sampey lupak kitakorang ya posa... Jaga tingkah laku ya! Untuk yang jauh di sebelah benua (YB Oon) jangan sedih, kira positive side lah penah merasa beposa dan raya di tanah orang. Kepada divarina-divarina pula, kurangkan lazer, sebelum nganok orang mintak maaf dolok. OK la..babai...


XoXo

I'M DOWN...Down...down...

Uh!!! Can weekend be so unfortunately unenjoyable?

Last Saturday I had a very BAD fever. That plus running nose, headache, and dry cough. Worried it might be H1N1 thing I decided to be checked at the MGH. My friends recommended private clinics but I remembered somebody from MCMC told me any H1N1 suspected case will be refered to GH. Why waste time going around so to MGH I went.

I hadn't had a single meal since breakfast that day, I just can't eat anything. So with just milo fueling me up I felt like I was going to faint right there in front of the ER. However I managed to pull up enough energy to go through check-up and pick up my meds.

And this is where they got to my nerve. While I was feeling like I'm dying, I have to climb my way up and walk to the very end of the block to claim my meds, wtf? . Why the HELL was the pharmacy placed so far away from check-up area? How if we the sick who are too weak to even get off the chair let alone walk up the stairs drop down and ended up dead knocking our head on hard floor?

Though I can admit there was an improvement in term of staff service (though I seriously believe it was because my MA was a male,flirt factor), there are still so many rooms for improvement. It's been more than 15 years since my last GH visit. Maybe some 20 more years to go before I can be satisfied with our hospital's public service quality.

There you go, now i have to swallow 16 antibiotic pills, 3 flu pills, 30ml cough syrup and 6 panadols a DAY for 5 days! Great... So there, I hope I'll be OK soon. But for now, allow me some good rest. You healthy fellows, enjoy your day, wear your mask, use instant antibacterial hand sanitizer, eat proper meal and PRAY that you don't get sick.

*and my ear felt numb, my body still feels tight~sigh~

FOR THE STONE THROW AWAY

~finally~
he's coming back to me
he's coming back home
so close
I'm counting the hours
yet felt so long
it's OK
~sigh~

this song is just right, so right

CRY WHEN U CAN'T SAY A THING

~after sometime I realized I can't sit still, lets post anyway

Why do we women cry a lot? Can't we be more ignorant like men? Can we pretend that cut in our heart is just a momentary pain? Can't we just smack his face instead of crying like a fool begging him to stay when we know he can't wait to walk away? Why do we make a shit out of ourselves when there are a lot more men waiting for us to find? Why are we women always hoping that there's a perfect man left in this world when we know that we are NOT perfect either.

Woman is a crying creature. She'd cry since the day she was born, when she's happy, when she's in pain, when she's in love, when she's angry, whenever practically. Some are even expert in crying their way into winning an argument. But do we have to cry all the time? What do we hope to gain from our wasted teardrops? And mind you...man don't understand tears.

I myself quit hoping long time ago. And now I ended up with a beautifully flawed Mr Vai. He's not a bit perfect, and I like the way he flawed. Seasoned and ripe of life's experience. We have our fair share of argument now and then, but still all those downtime made us know each other better. Men will always be men, so sometimes he can't understand why I'm overboardly upset. And like other girls, my fit of anger is always exaggerated. Unlucky I am, he's not the kind who will say sorry. To him his act shows 'em. And I have to make do with that, meaning mending my own broken heart.

But I on the other hand have my own bad apple. I'm not a good cook, I'm irritating and annoying to many point, not many can stand my cynical choise of remark and most of the time I tend to slip into negative thinking. But that doesn't sum me up. Mr Vai said that I'm a good girl, honest, sweet, kind hearted and cute without even trying. There are other good things about me of course, but that's all I would put to list.

To sum up everything, there's no point crying over a man. But if you love him so much, cry anyway. If crying makes you feel better, cry anyway. If crying can win you sympathy, just drown the universe. I always felt overwhelmed to the point that I can't mouth a word, felt chocked up, I ended up crying all the time. So its OK to cry.

MY SYSTEM

My head hurts

My muscle~tiny~ sore

I feel lazy

Nobody really updated anything so won't I

Resting uncomfortably

Why doesn't it rain yet?

ODDS OF WINNING A LOTTERY

LIFE IS A GAMBLE - who came up with that one?

If there is an establishment able to cure lottery addiction I'd certainly drag Mr Vai through the door. True, like many men out there my Mr Vai can't seem to have enough of attempt buying with the hope of winning the 4D Magnum, countless TOTO and the forever 'so close to hit' CASHSWEEP. While I don't understand the 'permutation' concept, he is always well versed on the terms and concepts.

Yes he's overseas now, but that doesn't stop him from buying in any sense if he wants to. He got his friend on-call with debit account to my knowledge and annoyance. And there's online gaming. This is when technology does the dirty deed. But I'm glad anyhow, he IS slowing down on betting games. Guess all the money down the drain isn't as much an investment he once sees it as. Never winning can dampen any player's spirit 'eh?

Back to the topic, what is the ODD of ever winning lottery? After doing my 2 hours research on the net I wouldn't want to dish out exact figure because I thought the numbers are really made-up most of the time, but take the figures as nearly correct. However after 2 grueling hours enslaving my eyeballs in front of the pc, I think buying big or buying small doesn't make the whole investment its worth. If you are cursed to always have a black cat somewhere around your universe or your line where you are queing is always slower, chances of winning will be very LOW. Yeah...luck plays MAJOR role in winning.

Speaking of odds;

Mega TOTO 6/52 may well be said at 1:20,358,520

TOTO Jackpot 6/49 in another hand is 1:13,983,816

And the craziest mind-bogging part will be 4D
- to have all possible numbers between 0000 to 9999 you will have to spend RM10K. That is to win FIRST prize down to consolations. Is this a mega-permutation?


Oh My God!!! Why did I do that research? Now Mr Vai will think RM10K is worth investing. Blame the www again! I can't resist it. My mom is more of an addict than my dad.

And how do we live with all our extra spending every 3 draws a week plus 2 or 3 random special draws? How do we allow complaining on food price hike-up and turn a blind eye to our vast 'investment'? Is our car number really lucky? Is there really a trend in numbers that wins?

OK or forgive me on that bad luck remark just now, is it possible karma will interfere in such way that a world-beaten fellow usually wins the dough? How about the first time punters? Ever, I heard a first-timer who bought RM5 of 6D received a sum of RM500,00. How unfair is that?

Now I believe I made the point. It doesn't matter how much tou buy, it is how lucky you are. Unless of course, if you are a statistics freak who believes in probabilities. And unless if you happen to be dreaming of Choy Sun Doa or your right palm itches then it is wise to consider investing!

Seriously... Can I annoy you more?

-written by a disturbed mind-

HARUSLAH AKU BANGGA OON!

Tok tribute yang aku janjikan untuk komentator nama OON.

Ya aku suka ko, nang begagan jak asa nyawa bila malam tadik bukak belog alu la nampak sigek komen dalam post BM/BI/BMS. Bukak ku nanga, wah! Bukan sebarang sigek komen.. Sigek komen ya dari OON!!!-juh kita jerit sama2-

OMG! OMG! OMG! -camya la tek ku kenak attack fit tek, sambil tangan mengipas-ngipas pipi gebu ku..hehehe...sempat muji dirik..apakah???

Mun kitakorang pembaca senyap (yalah sikmauk komen, OON agik sudi ngomen walau sekerat kata,thanks OON) rasa heran kenak aku datang sot maka baruk jak sigek komen galakan ringkas. OK la...perasan sik post marek ya adalah yang pertama seumpamanya aku nulis BMS? Sik la aku expect sapa-sapa mok ngomen gilak post debut kedak ya nak? So bagi aku jauh sekali la mok ngarap orang kedak OON take notice tulisan aku. uhuhuhu!!!! Bangga aku!

Tambah gila aku bila ku bukak blog OON kiranya tek mok nerimak kasih la ngan OON tek nak, aku nanga ada blog aku dalam blog roll nya. Aih...bena ka? Alu la datang gila agik aku, bergoleng-goleng aku atas karpet bulu sambil meluk bantal.. Sukk!!

Kenak aku bangga dirik? Bukan aku sorang jak ditanga OON. Yes, aku tauk tapi sik kisah kitakorang pikir apa, bak kata aku sebelum tok, sukatikumpun. Ada sebabnya;

Pertama, aku minat OON - he's hilarious!
Kedua - walau nya jauh di UK sik la nya lupak BMS kebanggaan kita, aku tabiknya.
Ketiga - aku banyak belajar vocabulary dari blog nya. So murid sokong cikgu la tok.
Keempat - only a true divarina knows a real divarina, no question!
Kelima - kelak ku mikir alasan lain OK? hehehe...

Ada la..kawan aku Sasha YM marek madah post BMS aku nang poret'z. Yakah? Ya ku madah...mun ku nulis dalam BMS gerenti akan gaya ya. Marek baruk komen isu nationalisme, belum gik ku start nganok orang. Tapi bak kata OON tek, aku akan selalu-selalu nulis dalam BMS pasal isu-isu yang aku rasa lebih feel dalam BMS berbanding BI bahasa muyang ku tek.

Actually aku ada juak la ngikot blog nemiak Sarawak selain OON tek nak, aku baca NANG DUEY, PAK DUKUN, LADYKIKI dan banyak lagik..sik terkabei ku nulis semua sebab sik dibayar untuk berbuat demikian. adeh....

Sungguh aku maca blog sidak, aku harap aku siklah terlalu terpengaruh cara penulisan sidak, sekadar belajar bahasa jiwa bangsa kita orang yang diam atas pokok tepi sungei (kan orang malaya pikir kita duduk atas pokok, kuang-kuit pakei perahu). Aku nulis macam ne aku klakar. Ashley, jauh gik aku mok nulis kedak dak OON koh.. Standard aku macam budak tadika KEMAS ya jak. Benarkan aku mencipta corak ikut citarasa aku mpun.

Sikda pernah ku sebut 'larikkkk....' dalam idup ku selama aku dah aktif klakar BMS. So there's no reason lah aku mok nulis 'larikkk....' dalam blog aku semata-mata sebab OON nulis kedak ya unless tiba-tiba aku habit nyebut ya. Dan aku sikda makey sayap-sayap Victoria Secret tok, aku boleh jalan runway ya pompong jak and still stun the world. adehhh lagik... Tauk pompong ya apa? b*g*l bah.. birthday suit kata muyang ku. Yah!!

Aku baruk jak setat beloging, agik baru, so memang belum pandey gilak. Tapi kinek tok nang tengah banyak idea mok nulis dalam BMS lah. Agik bersemangat taik pusak Hello Kitty kan? Bahasa muyang aku gine? Tulis juak..cuma makin berwarna-warni lah blog aku ikut mood dan kepandaian aku mengekspresi maksud kata hati. eeee!!! rindok ati..

Kepada YB2, politikus yang rasa dirik mulia dan mere mortals di luar sana, tunggu lah, aku akan bicara soal kalian.

And to regular, sorry to upset you with my BMS blogs, yes, I know some of you might find it difficult to understand. But I'll continue to blog in multi language, so no worries.

XoXo

-adeh-aku, BI, BM dan BMS

Meggimee asked me during our usual YM chit-chat why don't I blog in Malay? BM fail kah? Hello....first of all, BM SPM aku A1 kau.. Bukan apa, asal aku blogging in BM/BMS jak aku rasa memang aku akan switch to bitchy-poretzy-mode. Menyakitkan hati orang jak. Huh..

Ok lah.. My tribute to my third tongue language., or fourth? I'm not sure. But far from writting in standard sekolah BM, why not I write in BMS (bahasa melayu sarawak) stail aku mpun. Ada BM yang difaham orang Malaya, ada BMS yang kita-kita Sarawak jak tauk, ada BI juak, ne boleh tinggal bahasa muyang aku ya koh.. Hahaha. Perasan orangputih. Pedulik ku. Belog aku, sukati ku mpun. Kali juak lah ninek muyang ku dolok ada berskandal kedak Memey-Norman-Abby ngan dak Brookes. Ahak..adoieh... Kenak sumpah aku ngan ninek muyang ku kelak eih..

Ntah? So to show that I'm really a true Sarawakian, the true epitome of unity. Malaysia masih kureng ke-epitoman-nya yang selalunya hanya bersandarkan diversity kaum di Semenanjung Malaysia. Kalau masa ucapan YB2 mesti they say 'Malaysia ni harmoni, buktinya kita hidup aman dan harmoni, tak kira Melayu, Cina dan India'. Kan? So aku ada kecik hati dikit mauk amik Malaysia as a model to true meaning of unity.

Kita di Sarawak pula ada kira-kira 30 pecahan etnik to begin with. Belum kira masjid sebelah gereja, topekong bengarey jak sitok sia. Kita masuk rumah panjang dak Iban sik kira apa agama terimak ajak lah sambutan 'miring' daknya. Ada kita kisah? Sikda.. Kubur Cina sebelah kubur Kristian, seberang jalan kubur Islam. Apakah... Hidup mahu racist, mati tahu pulak berjiran. Tapi kita Sarawak tok nang model lah, imagine jak cina Sarikei ya boleh tutur Iban selamba katak.

Eh..ngeraco rah lain, maka tek klakar pasal BM dan BMS. Ok lah. Asal cerita bahasa budaya bangsa. Aku masa belajar sikda gilak begaul ngan nemiak melayu koh.. Sinun ngan sitok pun sik betul disebutku, I didn't really know the difference! Kawan-kawan aku banyak cina. So auto-pilot jak mulut ku speaking bahasa Harry Potter. Time ya dolok nang aku femes lah, kamus bergerak. Nang kamus Oxford carik terburei ya kebanggaan aku sebab Mr. Manon (tribute benar tok, ya bukan pseudo nya, nang nama benar) madah kamus carik retinya fully utilised. Nang aku baca kamus ya, my favourite reading material. Di rumah aku pun sama, bapak aku klakar bahasa penjajah (tok kata politikus dan aktivis BM negara lah..matilah...) ngan aku. Mak aku sik lah, nya ya pandey tapi sikmok nunjuk ngan orang bahawasa nya pandey klakar orangputih. So sik salah ku madah first tongue aku English. Ehehheh... Why? Sebab aku rasa mun aku diberik exam bahasa native aku ngan BI kali aku ace agik test BI. Adeh....paduhal...

BMS pulak hanya mula dikuasai mula aku masuk keja, bila aku harus bergaul ngan sidak warna-warni Sarawak tok. Mula-mula ya kekok juak, even sampey kinek tok mun dimbak besusei BMS ada-ada jak aku sik paham maka pause lah conversation tek nanyak apa reti words nak diguna nya tek. Ehehehe... Bahasa-bahasa klasik BMS nang aku sik berapa reti koh... Standard BMS pasar jak aku. BM standard sikboh tanyak lah, time aku di Malaya dolok nang orang sik tauk aku Sarawakian koh.. Siap klakar 'ade lah tu..' kedak orang KL gitu. Aku tok mun klakar nang sikda slang. Boleh switch to per-said language mode. Mun jawab telefon nang bunyi malaya lah. Hands down. Suka! Muji dirik..harus..

Bah.. Tok lah entry pertama aku dalam BM/BI/BMS. Kak tok aku akan cuba rajinkan diri menulis bahasa yang aku sik pass tok. Sak jak orang sik reti baca. Ahahaha... Ok lah. Tata...

XoXo

STARING BUSINESS

I just hate it when people don't know how to differ glance manner and turn into staring instead. I went to luch with Ashley today, at our new place soon to be regular. There at the table near the food counter was say, 5 adult, very adult men. Back inside car Ashley brand them kopratasa but I call them koperkasa from the way they dressed. At some point I overheard them talk about politics and economy. Must be some PKR-PAS people with all that excessive facial hair. yuk...

Anyway back to the topic. Once we found a spot to settle for lunch, I realized there's this guy in the group who can't seem to keep his eyes away from me. Judging by his headgear I bet he's a Singh.

Me : Ash... I think that guy over there need his eyeballs poked.

Ashley : What?

Me : He'd been staring at me since we arrive here.

Ashley : Maybe it's your a la Vidal Sassoon hair.

Me : Yeah...


Urgh..

IT'S HAZY IN MIRI

While on the way to work this morning I realized it was so hazy. What happened to our air quality? Last week there was a bush fire in upper Taman Tunku area, but that alone can't cause this kind of weather. I heard there's another burning and this time in Kuala Baram as I heard it was mangrove deep fire. What lingers in my mind, is the fire intendedly iniciated for small scale illegal farming went out of control?

This morning at approximately 1km viewstand, I can't even see the aircraft clearly. It's a matter of time before we get another DARURAT announcement.

Are we from uncivilised breed of society that we still ignore our bit of responsibility to care and protect our Mother Nature? Can't we learn to practise safer farming tecniques? Costly yes, but we can't risk our nature more harm.

By the way, is this the environment we're passing to our kids? Pitty them. Soon the poster ad showing a child playing swing amongst rubbish in a park that resembles a dumpsite wil be a reality.

..tsk...tsk...

SOUL BELT-OUTS, who's better?

All singing their numbers live, just who does it better?

DUFFY - mercy




GABRIELLA CILMI - sweet about me




AMY WINEHOUSE - rehab

ROFLMAO

HEART SURGEON'S FUNERAL

One of the city's top cardiac specialists died. At his funeral, his coffin was placed in front of a huge replica of a heart made of red roses. When the pastor finished the sermon and everyone said their good-byes, the large heart opened up, the coffin rolled inside, and the heart closed again.

It was indeed a Majestic tribute to the much loved cardiologist.

Suddenly, one of the mourners burst into a fit of laughter.

Irritated by his insensitivity, the man sitting next to him asked, "Why are you laughing, Mister?"

"I was just thinking about my own funeral," the man replied. "I'm a Gynaecologist..."

...LOL...

HUSBANDS FAR AWAY

YOUR WIVES MUST BE MISSING YOU SO MUCH!

Yes hubbies... Your wife misses you. Let me narrate this common story most likely endured by any wife whose husband doesn't really wear tie and doesn't work weekly 8-5. They go far away from home and for a very long time. We'll have it at my own plot... Honestly my side of the story...tsk...tsk...

When He's Around

Waking up early is always difficult when you need to wake up occasionally to feed the ever hungry/thirsty baby. I love it whenever Mr Vai took the trouble to get up early just to prepare my bath, help me wash Bjoy's late-night bottles and of course some yummy breakfast. I'd hug him, my way of saying thank you. He'd knowingly squeeze me back and rush me to shower as he knew I'd waste more time 'minta manja' and ending up late for work. Yeah...

Mr Vai insists on sending me to work, so spare me driving for I've been used to take the passenger seat. I love letting him do the morning talk as I always take some time loading my system. We'll kiss before I get out of the car, study says that couples who kiss before their spouse go to work will unlikely be involved in accident at workplace,hmm... Like duh.. What accident can happen at MY office.

Work is work and my Mr Vai doesn't like sms-ing me unless necessary. So,wait till I finnish my work -dummmm-

Ok,he pick me up after work,and it usualy goes like this;

Mr Vai : Bring your ass out here.

Come evening, he usualy cooks dinner. And he cook GOOD dinner, always experimenting with his cooking he so far never failed to delight my taste buds.

When I'm busy doing the laundry, Mr Vai will always be happy to play with Bjoy. And we'll chat till the wee hour, unless I feel so sleepy to begin with.
And that's the summary of a happy working day with Mr Vai around.

He's Not Around

I have to wake up early but usualy late (so pampered and timing). Skip the breakfast, only kiss Bjoy and go to work.

My father in-law send me to work because Mr Vai refuse to let me drive, for now. I can't kiss my father in-law so I just get out of the car. Of course he also pick me after work. I have to watch my timing. I wait for him and not the other way around.

I eat whatever is there on the table, mom in-law had it ready.

Bring Bjoy to sleep, she keep calling me daddy. -sigh-
And that's a plain working day without Mr Vai around.


...Dear, come back home... I miss you..

WHAT WE HEAR ISN'T WHAT WE SEE

I just spent my early evening watching BRIDE WARS, and I remembered about this story… Not exactly of the same plot but I hope you love it.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths, only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."


Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

BLOG MASTERS I FOUND

It's been long. I spent my time reading and studying people's blogposts. The more I read them the more insecure I felt. And my self esteem begin to lower to such a level, I thought I'd stop blogging. But then again, there's always room for improvement. And I can always treat my blog as a free-to-read diary. These are some of the bloggers kind I discovered. Some really are inspirational, some are just plain ridiculous. Not all types are reviewed here, just some that I read.

entertainment circus
This blog is alike of Mangga, URTV etc... Just no side craps like horoscope, cut-short novels, tips itu dan ini. Takde mamat dan minah desperado cari jodoh.
OK FACTOR : We get to read only the hot and melting creme' scoop, only the hottest and most controversial topics possible. Some of these blogs are actually quite quick on attaining the lattest gossip spill, sometimes even becoming the feeds or source to reporters of real magazines. So magazine yang dijual kat luar sana are really passe.
KO FACTOR : I have to be patient about those nuffnang adds posted by this blog-whoring bloggers well they hope to earn money to feed their ever gloated belly. And I kinda hate those watermarking stuff they do. And also the blurring of subject's picture, it's cheaptalk if I cant see the bahan umpatan's face.
favourites are oh bulan, oh artis, blog budiey, perez hilton etc...

rage blog
This blog is from the asshole/badass/ bloggers who damn know how to annoy the rest of the world. It covers almost anything on earth possible. Plain explanation, I just love them with no valid reason. No OK or KO factors. So far I only favour this one particular he-bitch obefiend.

honey laced/chick-lit/sugababes blog
This blog is usually written by pretty faced girls telling their daily diary fills. Good to read if you have a desire or habit imagining yourself as someone more glamorous and good looking.
OK FACTOR : You will certainly feel uplifted and entertained reading their sweet-life-post.
KO FACTOR : You suddenly realized that you are so unlucky unlike them, sigh...
Follow one by hanis zalikha, she's a model.

blog sakit jiwa
This kind of blog is usually produced by pondan a.k.a she-man. Haters labelled them mulut kurang ajar, tak tau malu, takde insurans dan syok sendiri. Their presence are just because the siber space is open to all. My advise, never sell your soul to this kind of blogger. They just hate their life because they wished to be women but born men. However they make a fun and stressful read at the same time.
One blogger I can't suggest is silaseazwanali.

cooking blog
I love this blog! Sometimes I wish the food posted can be grabbed and eaten directly. The only thing I don't like is when the recipe turns out not honestly written. Kurang bahan. Very not nice.
The one I follow so far is homekreation-recipes.

photo-sentric blog
This kind of blog will usually feature DSLR-captured pictures. Its a craze now for the young and affordables to invest on photography. While many of them actually succeeded in becoming up and coming professional breeds, the rest just ended up wasting money as I can't see the art of foot pictures. I enjoy wedding pictures most. Only don't understand the yipee-jumping shot of the couples. I'll never dream doing that shot with Mr Vai.
The local blog I follow is Anderson Kalang, sometimes I sengaja go look around clicking on wedding photography blogs.

Okeh lah.. Go sleep first. Tata..