Wednesday, September 30, 2009

of bola sepak and baju kurung cotton

was super tired these few days n coming days. kelmarin, went to watch an indoor soccer tournament at west end for qut students. my juniors, playing. ended up playing too, as the goalkeeper. was the only female goalkeeper n it kinda attracts people. they were cheering as i gt to save sum balls from the goal. its been few years i didnt play soccer, n because i was playing for selangor before, i gt so excited. hehhe.

n yesterday was the asean game festival. lotsa good food, great people, beautiful entertainment n sunny weather. was there for the malaysian booth as i was one of the committee members for the event. i actually made batu seremban for that and we actually prepared the stage for performances. it was fun to see people from different cou
ntries mixed and gt to know each other.n the most indah part, i was wearing my cotton baju kurung. always wondering y did i lately loves to wear baju kurung. it jus indah.

black eyed peas concert tomorrow.

going to masak for queensland raya celebration this saturday . nasi minyak, sate, rendang daging n ayam masak merah n all for 500 people. lotsa work.

zaiful . me . nijam

Sunday, September 27, 2009

trying.

"Don't worry about failure. Worry about the chances you miss when you don't even try."

how if, kita menyesal sbb kita try?

:(

bosan.
nak balik malaysia.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

the slaves

" fan on, fan on stupids. You fan but the fire that consumes you"

Monday, September 21, 2009

of hari raya celebration

super tired but extremely happy.

yesterday open house was a huge success. more than 100 people came.

the food was superb .

nasi minyak
nasi hujan panas
nasi impit
pulut
sate
kuah kacang
rendang daging
ayam masa merah
masa lodeh
begedel
laksa johor+laksa kedah
choc cake
butter cake
rainbow pudding
pineapple tart
almond london
cornflakes
semperit

good food, good company.

note: thanks to all the people who came to the princhester's open house. u guys rock!!!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

n the light has gone.

this is my 100th post.

im writing about my grandfather who passed away last night.

i still remember he used to send us , me and lilyn, my cousin to the kindergaten , with bicycle, because its pretty near to our house. n we will stop at the car parts factory to pluck this one red flower.

he loves to give us money, me n my sister, since both of us are pretty close to him and we are doing well in studies.

i used to always cut his hair when i was still in malaysia. he always believe that i can cut his hair better than anyone else.

i always cooked for him. mee goreng mamak. his favourite. n telur dadar. n nescafe. until now, whenever i see nescafe, i will call them, 'nescafe atuk'.

i still remember when everyone is angry with him saying that it is just a waste of time to help my housing area recycling, me n my family was the one who were always there behind his back, believing that anything that helps him feel happy, make us happy too.

but the light has gone.
he is gone.
in a sudden.
without any illness, without anything.
just like dat.

i was looking back into the pictures that my family and i took together. none of them actually gt my picture with him. last month, i remember telling myself to take pictures with all my family members, just me, and each one of them when i gt back to malaysia end of this year. but, i think its too late. i curse myself for not doing that before.

ppl, go n take pictures with ur loved ones. because they come n go, but pictures, last forever.



al-fatihah to my atuk.
haron bin ghazali.
may your soul be blessed by Allah.

Monday, September 14, 2009

of writing poetry.

.... is tired of ppl putting random words in grammatical order and calling it a poem. we can't all be plath or cummings, you know.

i gt that from a fren's facebook status when i was in the library doing my assignment just now. all the way back home, i kept thinking of that. is that true or it is jus sum1's opinion?

i do agree to a certain extent, where not everyone can write poetry and if u think u r a poet just because u think that it is grammatically correct and it is shorter than a paragraph of essay, then, u r wrong. it takes more than that to write poetry. u need to master the language and its beauty. different choices in words and expression. which will give u an extra meaning to ur work and of course , the beauty of the language.

however, poetry is subjective. it can be in the form of anything that u want. u r the writer n u write what u wana write and how u wana write it. its ur interpretation towards whatever u r writing. n mostly people poetry to let out the emotions within them. and its like u r writing a story about something, or maybe thoughts. we cant judge them because poetry is art. art is again, subjective. like what people think beauty is, beauty is on the eyes of the beholder. that same goes with poetry.

even when u wana read poetry, its totally not like reading comics, or even stories. its different.

'when ink on a page becomes true passion'
brisbane writers festival.
9-13 sept 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

a bright day ahead.

u know, i dun like to marah2 people like last few days. i normally tend to ignore those kinda stuff because i know it is just a waste of time, but, when im angry, maksudnya, it really bothers me.

but, i wana stop dat thing from bugging me. its ramadhan for God sake. i only wish that karma will get to her. like wat nisah said, what goes around, comes around.

this morning, i started my day with bismillah. after subuh prayer, i recite the quran. i started the day today with a smile.

i hope it will keep that way until any bisaness comes again.

a picture taken last raya.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

kebisaan yang melampau.

we live in a bisa world.

yes, i know.

it is so bisa until to the extent yang bila kita tolong orang, kita yang kena. yes, thats what happened to me. i dun even want to help, but when i tolong, i yang kena.

am i a cnn? if im helping a fren whos is desperately crying that time and i even being nice to her saying " whatever u do, do it for urself. wish u all the best" n u called me being a cnn, then, go fuck urself.

i dun even care whats gona happen between u n him because thats ur problem. not mine, but, for god sake, he was crying. n i helped what i can n i dun go over what i shouldnt. i didnt force u to accept him. i respect ur decision. u mind ur own business, i mind my own business.

n what i wrote in facebook is general. if accidentally kena at ur situation, then, its not my fucking business. siapa makan cili terasalah pedasnya. if i intended to write the message to u, i would have write ur name because im so not afraid of telling people what i really believe in. n its my opinion. i have all the rights to do so and if u look back at the situation, its u who r the bitch. not me.

my mum once told me and i remember it until today.
" kalau kita buat salah, buat cara macam kita yang salah. jangan pusingkan keadaan macam orang lain juga bersalah"

dunia ni karma.
kau jangan ingat kau boleh hidup senang bila kau buat macam tu kat aku.

tunggu balasan aku.
tunggu karma tu datang dekat kau.
aku doakan.
sampai mati.

note: kalau aku jumpa kau depan muka aku, kau ready jerlah. pecah muka kau nanti.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

full moon.


a picture that i took last night, behind my backyard.


indah.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Sunday, September 6, 2009

tuhan.

ya Allah,

please take his life,
for it brings happiness to humankind.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

syarifah

Your name says that you are mostly:

Inspiring but melodramatic

Your name also says you are:

Passionate but flighty
Thoughtful but slow
Artistic but extreme.

Friday, September 4, 2009

spirit of adventure.

just came back from watching UP 3D by Pixar. one of the finest animated movie i ever watched. i laughed, i cried and i enjoyed every moments of it. very strong storyline where it can make you want to see more whats going to happen. super indah love story made in that movie. i wish i have a husband like dat. seriously.

however, there are a few stuff that i think they should put more attention to . the character charles muntz who is supposed to be a lot older than mr fredrickson, looks as much younger as mr fredrickson himself. n russel guardian/parents? dun tell me they didnt look for him.

overall, it was a good movie to watch. both kids and adults. u wont regret it. plus, its a 3D. the picture is superly ( i know there is no such word as superly, but for me, it means super100) beautiful.




its good when u have sum1 to share the adventure of life together.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

i am a stranger.


i am a stranger in this world.
i am a poet.
i write in verse life's prose, and in prose life's verse.
thus i am a stranger, and will remain a stranger.
until death snatches me away and carries me to my homeland.