its a long weekend here.. im not even going to make an effort to write something
but heres something for the weekend...
Have a great one!

kumenatap langit yang tenang...
dan tak kan menangisi malam...
tuk tetap berdiri melawan hari...
kuakan berarti ku takkan mati...

mungkin masaku tlah berlalu...ahh
mungkin hatiku tak berbentuk lagi...
rasa ini takkan terobati...
tetapi mati takkan mengobati....

kumenatap langit yang terang...
dan takkan menangisi malam...
kutetap berdiri...kumelawan hari...
ku akan berarti ku takkan mati...

ahhh...

kumenatap langit yang terang...
dan takkan menangisi malam...
kutetap berdiri...kumelawan hari...
ku akan berarti ku takkan mati...kutakkan mati!!!

Sometimes you need a little insanity.. to remind yourself that you're more normal than you think you are..

adrenaline


theres always something new here.. and it never fails to amaze me..
..the big grins..the hefty laughter...
.. it just keeps you alive..

Have a nice Wednesday!

Uhuh.. uhuh
The thing i hate about working so far away from home is having to go to bed early every night.
I might be 23 and a half but i need sleep like a 4 year old.
Deprive me of my 6 to 7 hour sleep.. and you'll get a little miss cranky pants all day. I use to cherish my nightly activities.. namely TV, internet and phone calls and I always had this perception that sleeping anything earlier than 12 oclock is just wasting away life. well yeah..i still needed my 6 hours sleep and all but being in a country where life started at 9 and only 5 days of work a week( which mind u .. was still considered too early in the morning in those days) i rarely miss any sleep. and on days i dont feel like waking up.. i just skip the 9 oclock class all the way.

anyway my weekend was ...mmm id say.. "interesting"..involving
40++ year old men doing the twist..
50 year old women karauke'ing till 3 am ...
4 happy hippos..
one angry crocodile..
... and a partrich in a pear tree

you cant even imagine where Ive been..

So did u do anything fun this weekend?

young

ive never seen a 50 yr old woman act like a 17 yr old girl..
i guess theres a first time for everything here..
and boy.. it was funny..

Its been a while

You know how hard it is when someone close leaves.. or when u move from somewhere uve lived for quite some time. Especially when ure left with nothing but great memories.

For me it was quite tough leaving London.. ( yeah.. blurgh..laugh all u want.. but seriously u would feel it too eventually) Although ive only lived there for 3 years and i went back to Malaysia every summer, but a whole lot of things happened during my not so short stay there. There were life changing incidents and unforgettable moments...and the fact that i had to leave some of my closest friends there made it even worse.

Still no matter what , life has to go on and people try to adapt to new environment.. to new surroundings..to new ways..u try to find those little things to remind u that everyday is worth living...and u make new friends .. not to replace the ones u had.. but just to fill in that empty that void in ure heart until the others return..

Then after a few months , u finally start to realised that things arent that bad after all..and u are able to accept whatever changes u have to face and what fate has bought before you..as people would put it.. you've finally moved on..

Still, despite ure new found joy.. once in a while, out of the blue,something somewhere comes and knocks on your door... and youre reminded of certain people.. certain places.. certain events..and in those rare moments.. u stop in ure tracks.. and u let those feelings flow.. let your mind ponder.. let it walk in the past..coz u know sometimes it just needs a break... it just needs closure..

i consider myself lucky to being able to lived in the past and enjoy the present.. coz I know.. some people just never do.. they just remain there.. in the moment.. and never move on..

Yeah.. i guess i miss you...All of you...

okey... new layout.. so whaddya think?

Shaiiiittt....!
My blog is under the threat of being discovered by my new colleagues...
Luckily I havent bitched written about anybody yet..

On a different topic..although i have friends who seem to scrunch up their faces whenever i mention malay movies..I still do support the local film industry... and i think stories like Sepet ( which i still have failed to watch) should not be discredited just because its different from the norm. Anyway I came across this article amidst my tonnes of research blog reading which i think is a good review of one of our Malaysian Made movies... it certainly left me in stitches.

I dont normally post forwarded emails but i kinda like the concept of a brick and God's way of reminding us of things..

THE BRICK
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighbourhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a Lot of money. Why did you do it?"

The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do, "He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off he curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for
me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.

Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a Brick at you to get your attention!"

Allah whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we
don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.

Allah didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sunwithout rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.

Read this line very slowly and let it sink in...

If Allah brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Of Samsung and bracelets..

courtesy of my bestfriend's boyfriend... i had the chance of watching Siti Nurhaliza's Samsung concert.. It was quite a privilege since it was by invitation only ..as the event was specially for Samsung customers and employees..
Although it wasnt as grand as the one in Royal Albert Hall.. and we didnt really get to see CT up close..
but i did have a great time..Actually at first i could not believe that siti was singing live as she sounded exactly like in the radio.she has a killer voice... and yes she was really beautiful although i do think she should get herself another fashion consultant..

Anyway...Anuar's promoting giving away these Nike Stand Up and Speak Up Bracelets.I think they are really cool.. and id really love a pair.. but does anyone know whether they are still selling them in anywhere in the UK?..or whether they are available in Malaysia..any info is highly appreciated..

In Loving Memory..

There has never been a good way in dealing with death.I have always been impressed with people who can widthstand the lost of a loved one..

Recently one of my cats died."Hitam or Tam" as she is called is not one of those fancy shmancy cats.. persion bred or with thick soft fur.. but is just one of those plain, local tabby cats..black with some lighter spots all over her body.. short haired...short tail..thin and fraily..in short there was nothing really special about her..

Still when my mom told me about Tam's death last night, unshamely enough i cried..

I cried for the poor cat's soul.. who must have been stuned by the bright headlights of the car which hit her..

I cried for the 4 little kittens she left behind.. now without a mother to feed them.. to care for them.. or teach them the ways of the cats ..( okey.. ha ha..)

and mostly I cried for my little brother who always loved playing with our cats.. feeding them ( after being forced to do so)..and always caring for their well being. who unlucky enough was the one to find Hitam's bloody body in the middle of the road.
I know my brother is okey ..as he has dealt with numerous cats death before.. but when i heard he wrote "in memory of Tam" on his white board in his room.. it still broke my heart..

"Its funny, you love something and then one day its suddenly gone or changed or lost forever.But somehow that doesnt stop your love.Maybe thats how you know its the real thing.When it doesnt come with conditions or best-by date.When you give your love and never stop giving it, and you know you never will.Thats when its real.Thats when they can never touch it or spoil it or take it away from you."
-One For My Baby-