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Monday, July 13, 2009

=)at wakaf che yeh

pictures taken on recent visit to kelantan darul naim.
the incident took place at the famous wakaf che yeh, colorful, lively night market.




dear students,
today's lesson is on "moneydynamics".
the second law of moneydynamics asserts that money has quality as well as value and the actual process occur in the direction of decreasing amount of value by sales and purchases. the value of money is imaginary because it fluctuates or plummet on speculation basis.

=)i'm good at the shopping thing but i'm better when mr.M or mama is around with me.

RED CARD FOR FOOD

RED MEANS STOP...YOU'RE AT THE RIGHT PLACE FOR FOOD

Red Card is his passion for food, a restaurant named by a computer networking engineer turned chef, Nik Hishamuddin Nik Mokhtar, 27. The restaurant which is located at Seksyen 3, Bandar Baru Bangi serves mostly western food, with specialization in Italian. Red card offers variety of pastas, soups, steak and lamb chop. Signature dishes are indicated by special mark sign at the menu which says Red Card Special.
He simply chose the name because it is catchy, flare and the color itself reflects his love in the eatery business. Helped by his wife, Syaniza Abdul Aziz who is Imperial College graduate in Biotechnology, he cited that his passion for food grew while he was backpacking at the Europe for two months and then spent a lot of time watching cooking shows after his return due to unemployment. “It is all started from potato couching at food channels”, he said smilingly.
Some of the ingredients used in his recipes are grown at his yard. Simply because he believes that fresh and better ingredients make good taste in food. The business which started three years ago is now growing, thanks to regulars and good feedbacks by customers.
The restaurant can be found at 26A, Jalan 3/70, Bandar Baru Bangi, Selangor and the price range is RM10-RM20 per meal. I would like to recommend Red Card’s Banana Chocolate shake to shake lovers for its rich cocoa taste blended with milk and icy flakes. It's lovey, dovey thing and yum yum..

tree in my room


dear daisy,
i drove to work today, finally mama granted me the entire responsibility to handle that car, including its monthly payment and service charge. i....am....going...to...broke...urrgh!
then i have to start budgeting and live a life like normal people that working.
i got stucked in mrr2 for 40 minutes. it was then i realized that taking public transport is a better escape from traffic jams, at least i can sleep or reading news paper.

i have a chinese evergreen plant in my room. scientifically it is known as Aglaonema SP and widely used as air purifier. i placed it next to my desk top in hoping that inert bisphenyl hydroxide and other chemical contaminants inside will be inhaled by that plant. those are partially chemicals that can make you gay or the other way round. widely known as hormone disruptors. (chemically proven that it changed fish and frog's sex) you know... male to female, vice versa.

the plant shared a lemonade with me this morning. cheers everyone

yo-ga the yoyo thing


the what-kind-of-streching-is-that.

last week i was at one utama, searching for a place to sit while waiting for mr.M. i accidentally stopped in front of the celebrity fitness, the one with amber chia as the spokesperson. i had mistaken the gym for a hair saloon. while i was standing and scrutinizing everything at the shoplot to support the idea of a saloon, there was a man trying to approach me to join the gym. he who cannot be named here said that he will get me half of the gym price and ensured me that "yoga" practice that conducted at the place has nothing to do with any hindu ritual.

there i said, "but..yoga is haram".
the man, whose name is practically referring that he is a muslim replied like this, "oh..it's actually just an exercise, they don't know anything about yoga".
then me again, talking to my heart in silence, "oh.. and who is "they" that he is talking about. i'm sure that majlis ulama has concrete facts before making the decision".
well, i took that brochure and did my best to keep away from that guy. he kept jeering.... and i was stupid for standing there too long. as i was scheming the thing that he told me to read, i caught few events on "sun salutation" which is also happen to be one of their exercise regimes.
it made me thinking for a while.
the idea of sun salutation is like worshipping sun and this trails to whole idea about ancient egyptian's amon re. (then you can say that there is illuminati behind this idea and this all goes back to the story of the da vinci code).
seriously it is khurafat to follow anything that resemble pagan believes and everything that it is not line with islamic teaching.

i read some blogs regarding this issue. one even wrote that "am i murtad for practising tai chi and yoga because i don't see any connection between those exercises and my belief". one even laughed at it and cited that there are "hardcore" issues that need to be tackled down such as economy and poverty, not yoga or girls in pants.

personally, economy and infrastructures are material components in this life while "akidah" is more important because it effect one's way of life and thinking. fair enough to say that, it is because of the spiritual roots beneath yoga practice that caused the "haram" declaration.

i know that i need to say this. regardless of what you may think of. needless to say that there are so many ways to stay healthy.

(to those who claimed that prayer is not the kind of exercise way because there are so many fatty muslims even though they pray 5 times daily, i think it is because they don't eat healthily. to look good it needs balance food and regime).

the writer is still not understand why people who practice yoga are so mad with the ulama. she thinks that the practitioners should invent new form of exercise that has nothing to do with yoga (or any pagan belief), then call it by a cool name. see - pole dancing is one of the examples.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

tioman island 2009





3rd-5th july 2009

listening to: the way you make me feel - (i loike the verse "hey pretty baby with the high heels on) on the way to work my mom narrated the whole MJ memorial ceremony that made me to listen to MJ songs till this moment.





favorite faces at tioman



dear daisy,
i took these pictures from ayu's blog, credit to her camera now i'd like you all to see our so called farrah fawcett's smile. (i know that i desperately need that braces)

a year after "i do"


warmest thank you to beloved family who helped with ups and downs in the first year of marriage. i know that i can be stupid and emotional at times.

thanks to babah for his lorry that carried all of our wedding gifts.

one of the utterly exaggerated moments that we cannot do often in the public. it was acceptable just in this such ceremony. (what's wrong with publicly showing affection?)

i believe in short term gratification that is enjoy the time that you have, love the person with all your heart and say it out loud. regret will come to those who denied love when in love.

dear daisy,
both of us took emergency leave on our first anniversary and found refuge at the curve, which is far beyond our parents reach. we had the most perfect evening with bubba gump shrimps and spent time with coffee and books at the borders. many (our parents) think that we are childish when it comes to responsibility and future. that was the foremost reason why i did not want to tell them about our escapade. but anyway, now we are counting to our next anniversary. i hope this journey is better than a roller coaster ride.

not the "wrong" wedding








dear daisy,
me and mr.M were fully understood that we were not attending the "wrong" wedding even though the groom's name is salah (meaning wrong in english). in fact, some jasinians were spotted at the venue too. i don't think that everyone was wrong about "salah". i certainly sure about "izah" the groom.

the not very into deep thing








wishlist no. 24: snorkling at an island

dear daisy,
i don't know how to swim, even worse i'm not capable of floating myself in a basin of water. i hold dear to this year 2009, so that my wish can come true. it was an amazing experience for i had never witness such colorful, shiny schools of fishes swimming across elevated, picturesque corals.

extended wishlist is to come again with mr.M.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

=)



while we were in terengganu


Tuesday, July 07, 2009

tribute to micheal jackson

dear daisy,
i have known the superstar since i was seven when my classmate told me of how much he loved micheal jackson by impersonating him through dances and songs. i learned about him from tv and magazines, there are many songs of his that remain dear to my heart. i was amazed by his skills and talent even though at that time english was still alienated to me. i only captured the hymn and the melody every time i came across his songs on air. during that time, i sang in my heart, trying to catch word by word and verse by verse.

personally, each of his songs has its remarkable story behind it. like in 1994 when my family brought me and other siblings to the sea world at san diego, i felt the air was vibrated just like the hymn of say you'll be there when shamu (the killer whale in free willie) jumped out of his pool, followed by applause from the audience. that song has something magical in it.

last year when me and mr.M had our first road trip to east coast, we listened to micheal jackson almost everyday until we reached k.l again.

my mom confessed that she was a fan of M.J, having few of his records while she studied in the states. my babah on the other hand was a fan of "the boss" -mr. springteen and the eagles, which my say is "he is the sentimental type".

i am the cocktail of both, which is not good at both sides. i just want to pay tribute to the greatest musician ever lived in my time. =) at least i can say that i lived during his legend.

rest in peace micheal, may Allah be with you.
(i am going to watch mtv at 1 am tonite, live from the staples).

Monday, June 29, 2009

it's monday to love

monthly savings: checked
credit card bills: omg! settled
students note for next 2 weeks: completed
rsvps: checked and arranged
mega sale: eyeeing to make a move
students industrial training marks: on the move

dear daisy,
right now i'm sitting in the so fine, so called the panic room, roaming into cyberspace for emails and updates while trying to chase dateline for reports and notes. the pleasant fragrant in the room seems like inviting after so long absence due to works and mischellanous.

currently i'm busy and will have to buzz off now. here are pictures from yesterday's wedding of former schoolmates (yepp, both were jasinian. only the groom is blood related, he's my second cousin).


(find me if you can)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

at kuantan...

=)
blogging from vistana, kuantan..

Saturday, June 20, 2009

happy birthday my cousin, bob!


bob, you're old enough to get married now. happy birthday. may Allah bless you with wonderful life and health.




happy "babah's" day

=)dear daisy,
first of all, i love my babah - and i'm sure everyone in the family feels the same too especially iwan and didi (yeah, the youngest always get most attention)!.

so happy father's day to my dad.
since i had written so much in the card, i just want to thank for everything. you are the "hero" and the kindest 'captain hook'. i'm old enough to be yelled or chased around the house. yet i know that i'm the most mengada ngada one.

please forgive me - for swiping your credit card. i promise i would pay back by installment.

myra and sya (is my dad's name).

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

go skinny the thermodynamic way

living your life "the physics way".

the sunny day - is the second law of thermodynamic.

the principle lies in the assertation that energy has quality as well as quantity and the actual process occurs in the direction of decreasing quality of energy. for example: ices from juicy "cendol" were melting, meant that the energy from the cubes were increasing (transformed into a less useful form) and dispersed into surroundings, causing degradation of both quality and quantity. (remember the universal law of energy - it cannot be created or destroyed. it transformed.)

thermodynamics is commonly encounter in all activities in nature. a sunny day is in fact, full of thermodynamics wonders. even our clothing in sunny day is closely tied to the body's rate of heat rejection.


me with cotton shirt, applying thermodynamic principle of heat transfer.

"the dead state"
dear daisy,
blogging from the so called "panic room", second floor, biotechnology department. in thermodynamic term, the condition in this room can be methaphorized as "the dead state". this happen when the condition of the surrounding is equilibrium with the system, means no work running at the moment.

skipping lunch for today, i actually applying the first law of thermodynamics - the energy conservation. using this law, it means that when we eat less, we consume less calori and easily weight off the calori from our bodies. according to this theory also, calories that taken from fat are obviously stored as fat and the same thing goes for protien and carbohydrate. thermodynamics speak of homogenicity. it also conclude that when we eat less, we use stored energy and form more vapor and carbon dioxide gases. this explains why at the first phase of dieting (fasting) our breathe stink. it is another form of ketosis, using storage fat/protien to produce energy.

so the first law of thermodynamics for skinny bitch is - eat less.


eating fast food and not getting fat? narghh... it's the second law of thermodynamics. the "energy" or the so called "fatty energy" is lose during the process of transformation.

when speaking of quantity and quality, it was confirmed by studies that conducted by cornell university that calori taken has nothing to do with obesity. it is the fat calories consumed that contribute to the "fat" factor and not calori per se (calori from balanced diet).

the reasons why the "un useful energy lose" during the metabolic process lie with its rate and hormone level. obviously, many scientists these days are focusing on the second law effects of dieting by trying to manipulate body chemistry so that the unwanted energy can rid off easily.

the yo-yo thing is resulted when dieters gain more weight than they lost once they go back to their normal eating level again. this statement indicates that once a skinny bitch taking oath to diet, she should maintain the regime for prolonged time so that her body can adapt with changes and become fuel eficient (mean, programmed to eat a little only lah).

note: the writer is just finished reading her first chapter of thermodynamics.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

note for babah


dear daisy,
i've been browsing for hours without knowing exactly what i am searching, and all out of a sudden i came accross this picture of my so-called captain hook in his relaxing mode. our last conversation took place in a car (as usual) where he was driving home from Perak and i was on my way to meet my friend. as the subway slowly leaving the station, i felt that time swift so fast that everything ended so quickly. the damp on the windows could not express the bright shining day that light the almost evening. Bald trees and dried grass brought the feeling that it is winter not summer. it was 2 degrees in the outside, but the heater in the coach made me felt that outside was nice too.

written three years ago for father's day.

and there i was holding my golden key to the future, yet i dont know what to do with the key.

i miss my babah so much. muachhhhhhs!

heart-break'phone bills

dear daisy,
my phone is barred again. i did not learn from my lesson that i should do less talking, more sms-ing. i have to make credit limit because when it comes to talking, i barely know how to stop. it drives me crazy, i rely on my cell phone to communicate/correspond with others. now i have to go to maxis centre and pay. another extra job for the day.

i wonder what is wrong with men after marriage?
don't they know how to dial or put "the wife" on speed dial?

oh well, i'm the needy type.

Monday, June 15, 2009

snippets

dear daisy,
for some reasons i would like to escape from academician routine because i feel too contemplate with date, uncertain and the same life cycle. i wish i could do something else which is more adventurous, fun and cool. i did bungee jumping, traveled to places i never been, made fool of myself like going to a place without any plan (you know...like london, all the way from seoul and i begged the "pakcik" to let me and my friend stay at the hall), i was fat and ballooned at 65 kgs (felt cute instead of self deprived), rode bmx to college and got married with the guy who i met at an amusement park. i finished half of the list "44 things i should do before 44 year old". well, i wish i can do scuba diving but my heart is not strong enough to hold the pressure. i will definitely do that once everything is back to normal. (but with permission from mr.M).
sigh!.
i just came back from nuclear malaysia for research and discussion. now i am at home preparing for tonight's chemistry class and notes for my current investigation on wound healing.

today is in fact a plain monday, just like any other working days. the best thing that happen is now i'm at home. (glad that academician is the first and probably the last profession for me). (if i were married to a millionaire, i will be happily to work as an educated housewife).

owh, on the last saturday, i attended a creative writing class for youth. damn! i was forced to sign a confidential agreement like i am going to be recruited by central intelligent agency or fbi so that everything that discussed inside the hall will never reach the outside. the first thing i noticed about journalists is they don't seem as serious as they appear to be. (but you can guess their age by looking at their body mass). (the slim ones are usually below 30s because they are active and get much outside work compared to the desk ones).

i wish the people inside the creative writing class will not shun me from entering their circle. i'm just kidding...

personally i think that writer is a sentimental profession. writers romanticizing with words, dwell with emotion, thought and surroundings. it is a fulfilling job to those who love it. what makes it is so special is it is a quench thirst for knowledge seekers. (feeling stupid is in fact, a positive feeling y'know..it helps you to always find something).

i'm in the mood of hari raya and cuti cuti malaysia. i'm scheduled to usm kelantan sometime end of this week (both work and shopping thing).


kain for baju raya.

dazzling'kan...kan..


Friday, June 12, 2009

happy birthday mr.M

"personal msg to mr.M is written inside the sultry, sizzling, hot, sexy, red card under the pillow". today is officially his first birthday since we got married. yesterday we celebrated our last day being 26 year old together at the dome, klcc with cheeze cake and chai latte (the well being one). mr.M got himself somekinda frap with cream topping, which is so unhealthy.

it has been a year of turbulence and fluctuation. at times i admit that i can be practically "unintelligent" yet still charming. i might annoy him lot of times with phone calls and impromptu visits, the kind that wives always do. deep in my heart, i hope that nobody will steal this precious gem of mine. i guard him with fists and kicks. don't worry, i might get my shooting licence soon.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

makan makan



jalan jalan cari makan, at four season restaurant, one finest chinese restaurant. in kelantan everything with nik aziz picture (i mean approval or prove that he had been there) is considered halal.

terengganu trip - young, wild and almost stupid







the so beloved - not your average rumah tumpangan ah tong. "the famous ming star" hotel. wey, got secret recipe and kopitiam ma...



at pasar besar siti khadijah










sometime early june 2009


after aiming for numerous time at the batik, finally i took that one home. didn't i tell you that this year's resolution is to collect the whole wardrobe of batik collection.




starting the momentum of heat - shopping at famous wakaf che yeh, kota bharu.



"makan makan before starting "the best scarf bargain shopping centre" at wakaf che yeh and says who that we don't have dong dae mun in peninsular malaysia.

dear daisy,
i'm currently occupied with university works and these are the photos taken from previous trip to kelantan when me and mr.M visited his grandfather (with little errands at wakaf che yeh and pasar besar siti khadijah). also our three days rendezvous at kuala terengganu.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

the greatest breakdown of 21st century

scene: mama's office. times square
written on 26th of may 09

hola, voila and oh my god!
newly released ablum of green day was banned at all walmart outlet due to its disturbing and offensive lyrics which do not meet sensorship guidelines.

another shoots for the greatest breakdown of 21st century

1. LiLo breakup with samantha ronson
2. joejonas untied with swifttaylor with just a phone call away
3. rihanna was beaten up christ brown a few days before her concert at kl
4. damn, jessica simpsons got her daisy duke of hazzard figure back
5. terminator salvation toppled from the top by night at the museum 2
6. MJ was diagnosed with skin cancer. the concert scheduled at london probably gonna be his last.
7. paris hilton and beau doug were overrated, overexposed and utterly disgusting at cannes. omg! and she claimed that she didn't know who's rob pattinson is!
8. mel gibson divorced from 26 year old marriage.
9. goodbye model figure. kim kardashian said at hello, i've cellulite, so what?
10. is brad is leaving angelina?

(i spent my holidays with gossips and reading tabloids...what a happy siesta). i learnt that woman who loves reading is as sexy as swimsuit illustration model.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

carpe diem spirit

dear daisy,
i found happiness in little things like sleeping until late afternoon and eating ice cream in the middle of night without feeling guilty.

=) yesterday me and mr.M rode bicycles. that was the apple of our young, wild, free and rendezvous trip. well, there are a lot that we need to learn from each other but in this trip i found out that he is as hell cooler than i thought. at times he joked about my beautiful sense of direction that drove him nowhere. nevertheless, his s.o.d was as the same as mine. we made round around the city of kuala terengganu.

i must say that i've fallen in love again the second time. the third time was when he said that he want to take drumming lesson. of course the first time was when i said that i'm gonna marry this man...

Saturday, June 06, 2009

living la vida loca

dear daisy,
i'm blogging from cheap, ah tong hotel in kuala terengganu while mr.M is now sleeping soundly in bed, free from bugs and smelly odor. the name of the hotel itself might raised your mom's eye brow.

thankfully that we were not caught in close proximity because i checked in as miss not mrs. M.

it's carpe diem spirit and an authentic story to tell our future kids that we were once young, wild and free. (which at the end of the sentence mr.M put...we were stupid too).

here i am, finding myself at kuala terengganu...where people senyum sokmo and the sun smiles too.

kak yati called that she's gonna bring me to desa murni, the place that sells kain and scarf cheaper than pasar payang. papa uda is here too for a football match at topless stadium, the one without the roof.

oh.. i love terengganu..

Sunday, May 31, 2009

quit smoking and the world is a better place

dear daisy,
my dear big brother must thought that i had loose screws on my mind when i called him this very fine morning to tell him to look at today's newspaper about the importance to quit smoking now. today is world no tobacco day and every major newspaper stressed out the danger of consuming, puffing and inhale it.

i laughed out loud, almost burst into tears at durex ad which stated "quit now to grow population" because my uncle who has been smoking sometime near twenty years have six kids, all are healthy and fine. i guess the concoction of serious side effects that prophesied (hypothesized) by durex did not happen to him or many who are blessed with kids. well, that big brother of mine has a one year old daughter.

there are many reasons to stop smoking once and for all. despite gruesome pictorial warning at cigarette box that intentionally to scare smokers about the consequences of smoking, many tends to turn into blind eyes.

smokers are not stupid, they know that smoking is dangerous for health and contagious for people surrounds them. a puff of tar nicotine is a bless from ignorance bliss. in fact, i know some doctors who are smoking. (aren't doctors suppose to be the ones that not smoking.)

i love my brother and i wish that he will quit someday. i think the only reason that he should quit is because we all love him.

the writer's mom thinks that her daughter likes to pour her heart out for no fear.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

=)ti amor


that tapioca tree was discovered on the way down 23 km from tanah rata. its scientific name is amorphophilus, told by my sister who has been hunting this species in field trips all over malaysia.

the kind of species for biomaterial research.

koffee with kakak



i know that much attention will be given to the hole at my stocking.. well yours truly was broke to buy a new one. it was recylced from seoul. :P

breakfast at cameron



cameron unleashed - the ugly sights

kuala sg. terla as reported by karam singh walia, bloomed with green houses that placed temperate weather flowers and vegetables which cause an environmental destruction by improper drainage, deforestration and waste. it was clearly seen that at this area the green houses were built near to each other and waste from fertilizer and domestic were flown straight into water ways without any treatment. i hope that things will change in the future. it was obvious that cameron is not as cool as before.

a sight on the way down from strawberry park

landslide near strawberry park hotel.

cameron unleashed - the pretty sights ii


mama, i'm not your average kind of daughter. i love you so much that sometimes i just love to quarrel with you. (a note on mother's day)


boh plantation, view from the place that me and my parents went for masala and chai tea, sipped with a plate of scone

cameron unleashed - the pretty sights







dear daisy,
it is never too late to post entries about my escapade to cameron highland with parents and sister when mr.M was away somewhere in the middle of a sea. k.l was too hot to handle at that time. here there goes the pretty sight of cameron.....

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

darling, i can sue you

Telling your wife she's not pretty may soon be an offence

A husband tells his wife that she is no longer pretty in an attempt to humiliate her can be classified as an emotional violence offence if amendments are made to the Domestic Violence Act (DVA)1994.

The plan is to amend the DVA for the inclusion of a clause on emotional violence against women.


what if the husband says that it is not that you are unpretty, it is the way you wear your scarf?

today's headline at the star reminded me of this morning conversation with mr.M who allegedly said something near to the above questionnaire.

=) dear darling, see how much girl power can do these days...

Monday, May 25, 2009

the susan boyle factor


dear daisy,
at twenty five, most career women take pursuit of marrying eligible bachelors with looks, money and fame as told by fairy tales about how life ends happily ever after, after marrying the so called prince charming. at this quarter of century age, we suffer with uncertaincies - love, job, looks, money and damnation that we're not perfect, prone to make mistakes. we are usually broke and are in debt (cars, money, house, make ups), plus struggling in a tough beauty contest. urgh.. gone are the days when women's had shape. these days we are told to fit into model, gym type skinny figures.

lucky that beyonce' despised that "gym look" by saying that a woman should look like a woman, with flesh and curves. i smiled ear to ear while reading that on the internet and happily continued eating my afternoon lunch box.

the susan boyle factor.
the mid century spinster who recently got sudden fame by her fuzzy look but amazingly beautiful voice at britain's got talent. (i admit that. i watched that in jaw dropping awe. even simon's face got screwed up). sorry if you think that she's the woman version of william hung.

seeing how she transformed into a beautiful lady on the second part of BGT, i strongly believe that she will do great in the finals. she reign the top post in my list of the women that change the world. she proved that there's more than meets the eye. we should allow people to embrace their talent and support them morally.

it is ashamed how childhood bullies wracked this sopranos talent life. bully is a serious offence that lead to miserable adulthood. especially when it happens at such young age. a child of bullies victim will grow up lack of confidence and hate everyone around him. i hate all sort of bullies - school bullies, road bullies, office bullies etc.

here comes the role of parents in this situation through education wise and teaching of what's right and wrong. oh, how i wish that at the end of my life - the world is a better place.

lessons to our future generations:
1. fairy tales are no longer relevant.
2. kid bullies should be remanded like other juvenil offenders.
3. beauty is written in the DNA. i think that every beauty contest should have DNA screening to all their pageants. having beauty DNAs should be disqualified because that will give disadvantage to non-haves.

i admit that i can't sing. and now embrase a new philosophy that size six and above is in fact sexy numbers.

monday, what a day?

dear daisy,
i came to the panic room in sleepy eyes even after sleeping all the way from putrajaya to kuala lumpur when mama drove to her office at jalan imbi. luckily, there was a heavy congestion from sg. besi until all the way. in my dream i can still hear mama mummbled, but her voice was so distance and didn't bother me at all. i think that i had a very nice sleep in the car.

i just finished the lunch box prior writing this entry. i don't know why i am still hungry at this moment. i can't wait for ramadhan to shed off these extra shabby thing. p.s that's why i don't post my recent photograph in this blog.

xoxoxo

Sunday, May 24, 2009

condolence to south korea


dear daisy,
president roh was the president of south korea since 2003-2008. he presided the whole tenure when i was there, witnessing turbulence of ups and downs in korean political drama. his imminent death raised my concern about recent trend of suicide in the peninsular country, the latest that involve a high profile person after strings of similar incidences by well known actresses. i remember watching him dancing at "oksu shijang", a market which is a walking distance from my residence during presidential campaign sometime year 2002. i had never encounter him in person ever since.

i feel that his passing bear loses in some korean's heart for he was once known as "anti corruption crusader". a self taught lawyer was ashamed by recent accusation of bribery which led him depressed and taking up smoking lately.

my deepest condolences to all south korean people, may his death will bring justice and clean political scenario for the country.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

my kind of thing


dear daisy,
i believe that to regain/maintain youthfullness lies in super expensive night creams and skin regime.

i enjoy being the girl-kind in me which is less metropolitan and posses a little of conservative attitude. i admit having inferior when it comes to look. i used being the less favorite, average type and not the pretty kind which nearly killed the guts in me especially to speak upfront and socialize with others. i'm a friendly and an extrovert, of course there is tantrum, boiling inside, enthusiastically want to talk to someone whenever i'm in crowd. nevertheless, along the way i met many sweet people and pick up nice lessons from them that personality judge a person, not her looks.

imperfect feature.

mr.M told me that he doesn't like the model perfect picture because she doesn't look adventurous. a little flaw and dots will do just fine. the statement was relieving, (oh, please don't get him amnesia) in fact i can't be beautiful all 24-7. menstrual can cause panda eyes, bloated stomach, pimples and dizziness which later obviously can be seen from mismanaged, frizzy, bad hair. stress gives the same effect too.

personally, i love facials, massages and spas. all are the basics for metropolitan girls because lipstick jungle has a tension building capacity, raged by free radicals that might cause you to look older before time.

anyway, don't read beauty magazines, they only make you feels ugly. (jason lo)

p.s the way i feel about myself don't reflect my perception of others.

beauty tips: a fine make ups and concealer will do just fine. beauty is an artistic work. (i learnt that from an expert). laura mercier.

the ultimate ten

10 things that i discovered on my trip
(cameron highland 11th - 13th may 2009)

written at starbucks klcc with rm 6.50 breakfast treat - home brewed coffee and a scone to do the trick of not being a forlone for everyone i know is at work. well, it is a nice wednesday morning to just sit and sip that bitter sweet taste while leafing today's paper.

1. alone time is therapeutic. even lovers need a holiday, far away from each other.

2. thirthy days after mr.M left for an offshore work, i was depressed, strucked by few episodes of allergic, antsy, lethargic, lazy to work and horribly miserable. i can't live without my significant other.

3. deforestration are raging and eating up cameron's scenic, green picturesque view. karam singh walia was right. kuala sg. terla is bloomed with vege plantation that scrapped the green mountain slope naked, exposing nearly fall red laterite.

4. mr.M doesn't always call, sms and reply any mail so deal with it.

5. i prefer tea over coffee. green tea makes superstrong teeth.

6. konjac trees were available at km 23 before tanah rata. konjac also known as konyaku in japanese or tapioca, is the type of polysaccharide that endeavour as a possible biomaterial. the one that i'm thinking to do a research on.

7. even the water at cameron flew cristal clear, i still afraid to drink even after boiled for fear of contamination. (thrilled by karam singh walia report.)

8. i tend to forget how some of the words are spelled. i bet it is the drug effect.

9. afternoon sleeps are rejuvenating and sweet.

10. i wish mr.M was there.

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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

when tom hanks speaks physics

me: at the panic room. eating lunch from the lunch box and reading blogs at nature.

dear daisy,
i was sure that i won't be seeing angels and demons at theather because of the first movie that i considered a flop from the book although tom hanks was really good at it. (i scrutinized every detail from the book including langdon's mickey mouse wrist watch.) however, when mr.M read the first few pages of the book, he was ignited and keen to watch this dan brown's second time novel turned movie. so if we are going.. it is going to be our first movie since he left for offshore.

nevertheless something to ponder: what's your reaction when tom hanks speaks physics. (check youtube).

it is pretty amazing how he was very competend with his sayings about anti-matter and physics related matter in accordance of his act in this sequel of da vinci code. at least his talks were convincing enough and pretty much true only garbled with comic exaggeration which jiggled many of cern scientists.

i just smiled because i'm no good at it.

Monday, May 18, 2009

avoid stupid people

on thermodynamics and genetic evolution.
(how i miss the nice, stupid playground). the weather is gloomy but prickling hot. air condition doesn't work today. i'm drown in my own sweat.

dear daisy,
i'm at the panic room, recuperating myself over tremendous doom by thermodynamics. i just came back from the library, borrowed two books on understanding the genetic revolution and microbiology. i spent time reading a chapter on genes, genomes and dna - particularly the works of james watson and francis crick. it is well known that mr. crick is called the loud-mouthed insubordination, especially when he wrote his biography entitled - avoid stupid people. he also was remembered being barred from giving speech because of his racism remarks especially on black people. he believed that nature had created a primal distinction in intelligence and innate mental capacity between blacks and whites, which no amount of social intervention could ever change. in his autobiography he lambasted his fellow scientists as "dinosaurs", "deadbeats" and "has-been". he also engaged with several controversies over genetic screening, genetic engineering, homosexuality, obesity and the purported relation between skin color and libido.


personally, i'm a fan of feynmann. he was a cool, revolutionist, full of wit and inspiring scientist. i was introduced to this man by a text book on nano technology in my third year undergrad studies. like mr. crick, mr. feynmann thought that science was fun and his playground too. only the difference between them is - mr. crick talks nonsense too much. (being a laureate and disagree on other's opinion doesn't make you big enough to call others stupid, unpretty and all those negative remarks). this definitely will do no harm to him, afterall he is always forgiven for
for his finding on DNA strands (the root of all evolutionary theory they claim).

i think it is funny to think that we were created from spontaneous creation made by evolution of dna, rna and protein sequences over millions of years. these were believed to happen by chance, the so called natural selection from mutations. although the text book that i'm referring said so, i think it is wrong to conclude that we, the human are decendants of chipanzees just because the alpha chain of hemoglobin is as the same as theirs.

conversely, the prominent evolutionists mentioned that most human proteins have identical sequences to those of the closely related chipanzees.

there are loop holes in this conclusion. how do we define mutation/evolution when all living thing made of similar essence but varies by co-incidence?. evolutionists want people to refute God as the creator of the universe.

the book is driving me nuts. evolution is sure a hard thing to digest.

thermo-D

dear daisy,
i'm assigned to thermodynamics for the next semester's class. the saying that "you will always ended up with something that you dislike the most" is indeed - true. i will definitely going to have nightmares until the end of the year. worst if "prof. bae y.c" gets inside. prof. bae was my prof. for thermo and math. engineering 3, the one that i failed twice. see..i'm not capable of teaching those symbolistic jargons.

why am i chosen for that course when i completely retired from diarrhea causing formulas and equations? why... why me???

my life was a happy story until this. plus i was assigned on a seminar which i had been praying to be excluded from that job.

this is not fair. wargh... wargh...
(the email ruined my happy feeling after a nice breakfast with scorn and latte at times square).

Saturday, May 16, 2009

guess who's here?




dear daisy,
these are the pictures that taken five years ago when i was twenty one and he was twenty two, with a little moustache and nice set of teeth. well, mr.M is here and i'm loving every minute.

on thursday i fetch him at lcct, driving straight away from gombak after supervising student's final year project presentation. it was an immense decision because on the day before i told him to go home by himself for fear of driving in such long distance. plus, the presentation ended at 12.15 p.m and he was scheduled to arrive sometime near 12.30 p.m.. knowing that, i had to drive fast and it scared me a lot because i had never exceed the average of 100 km per hour in driving.

you can say that i did it all because of love.
(please don't puke at my page, i'm gonna end this entry with this period).

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

me on a holiday

dear daisy,
mr.M is still away, in a far away sea. he called last night to say that he will arrive later sometime before the coming weekend. it has been a month and almost two weeks.

i'm at cameron highland, staying three days and two nights at black and white painted english style apartment near tanah rata. says who that i don't have a life outside the academic world. well, i do and the holiday is depend on my financial statement. truthfully, i'm already half broke with shopping spree when the shopping season hasn't start yet, with facials and massages, clothings which now i have to start buying larger sizes due to medication that drives my body weight to fluctuate and last but not least, the food hunting.

it is not right that only model figures like xandria ooi and amber chia can write memoirs, their lavish lifestyles, epicure cravings, fashion senses and views on life. basically, i'm a girl too. although i don't fall into high end styling category, i love mix and match, blend everything with colors and go on with my kind of liking. on occasion, i go for facials. it is rejuvenating even i don't shine like clean and clear model. hence, it helps to maintain skin clarity and get rid of embedded oils that might cause future breakouts. well, bad genes are inevitable. (i don't blame it on my parents, they're so handsome and beautiful...so maybe the defect genes come from environmental factors..who knows). as i age, my face start to look even more like my mother with a bit (the nose) of my father's. it is kinda weird that in my teen years, i hardly resembled any of them. babah said that my nose was larger than life, the first feature that people tend to notice when they looked at my picture. i wish to shun him off with an answer that i inherited this from his remarkable genes but to no avail because i don't want to experience the same karma with my future daughter/son.

i think the way people satisfy with their looks in this age depend on their relationship with their parents.

i finished reading "angela ashes" by frank mccourt, the unfinished book since january. the problem with reading is i procrastinate. i jump from one book to another, without finishing. the book was the first book written by the author followed by "tis" and "teacher man". however, i read it the opposite way - from the third book to the first one. i never knew that mccourt won a pulitzer prize for his first book that i simply took the teacher man because the cover reminded me of my dad, the so called chegu' dude.

it is good to be away from scorching hot kuala lumpur. even it is all sunny in this highland, the wind is still calm and nice for a walk. oh, happy mother's day to my mom.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

happy mother's day

dear daisy,
i love my mom, the witty that sometimes sarcastic in her own funny way, the caring but i always claim that her love is never enough, the shopaholic that broke babah's pocket, the ex-f1 driver because she didn't collect summons from speed traps these days, the sunny person whose dashing smiles nailed my handsome babah and the one who can give me the fast, direct route to hell and heaven depends on the way i treat her well. above all, mama is someone so dear to me in so many faces. she is great, the person to love, to hug and to kiss. although these behavior may sound peculiar in so called "our malay culture", i think once in a while it is good to kiss her on the cheek.

my mom is fifty two years old, exotic which is not caucasian but jawa like the famous mawi. she is the kind that might sweep your feet away, the beautiful, smart and adorable. she taught us the value of togetherness in family, exemplary from the way she talks and care for her siblings and other family members. mama is the jewel, valuable gem that transform everyone's life as she enters theirs.

i'm a dramatic person who easily flaunt emotions, be it cry or dry ones. i wish that i inherited that from mama so i can blame her for my eccentric demeanor. however she is the dry one. i still can't accept why she didn't cry on my wedding day or when the first time when i departed to seoul. (well, maybe she pretended. i guess when my time come, i would reacted the same way to show that i'm strong enough to let my daughter to go on with life). last but not least, mama is my superhero, made of diamond and the heart of steel. i love my mom.

thank you for everything in this life. i wish that hallmark creates "the daughter's day" so my mom can send me card to say that she loves me. kuikuikui..

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

my twinkle twinkle little star

to mr.M who lives second star to the right, what a funny address.

it has been more than a month since we cuddle except in dreams. oh.. please come back. S.O.S

lunch with me


me and didi's teacher urm..well.. i don't know her exact name..during the canteen day.
dear daisy,
i had lunch in this so called "the panic room" after straight one hour monitoring final year project presentation which located two blocks from here. the lunch was tomyam from last night and salads from mamma mia cafe. i've been eating since morning, hardly taking off the habit. i only realize that ramadhan is nearer because the prime minister announced that there ain't gonna be a celebration on independence day due to the holy month.

i've been gaining weight since consuming the drug to reduce my metabolic rate. maybe i should stop eating and start working out. mom told me not to become an aneroxic because her favorite singer, karen carpenters died of the disease. oh, how could i die from that when all these while i've been so in love with food.

international book fair, ptwc.


dear daisy,
i judge book by its cover. nevertheless, it's the cover that attract me to buy. it's the love at a first sight. ey, u don't call me selfish but just look at this point of view, would you say Hi to someone with scary appearance? on top of that, my preferences will always be the authors and interesting titles. my favorite book so far is "teacher man" by frank mccourt for its cover that resembles my lovely babah.

these are the books that i bought during international book fair at pwtc last week. some of them are collection of ahmed deedat for beloved mr.M and few colorful books for my little niece, mia mia.

i don't read much these days. i only manage to finish at least a book for a month or maybe with extension of another half month.

the good deal was i dressed like a college/matric student and received additional 5% discount from already 20% discounted items. well, it was an advantage to look young with pimples popped out like when i was still in the teen years to receive that privilege. urgh..

ooh.. when will be my time to blossom beautifully...oooooo daisy...

Friday, May 01, 2009

farewell abu


dear daisy,
i'm dedicating this entry to babah's student abu naim who stayed a while doing practical for his agricultural course. it had been a great time looking at him helping babah planting vegetables and palm in his orchard near jerantut and at the back of our house. thank you.

=)
goodbye and see you.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

satu - kosong

and i think that it was a revelation to suddenly wake up and witness the one and only fine goal of manchester united defeating the gunners.

although i pronounced "o shea" incorrectly, i don't care of anything else but we won the game. practically i'm not an arden fan of the devils, don't ever try to question me on the player's name. it is just a game and nice to be associated with.

satu - kosong.

living with autoimmune disease

"the big heart thing"

a friend of mine once told me that it is cool to have a disease that prevent body mass to become obese. we can eat as much as we want without fear of losing shape because it's all an automatic reaction that no exercise, no pills, no marie france and of course no diet powders are needed. with this disease, own body will do the munching, digesting and burning even while you are sleeping. sounds great rite? that friend of mine wish to have that.

i was living in super great denial when it relapsed after almost two years free of drug because of indiscrimination when buying clothes. a lot of people praised me for being able to keep the sweet 26 inch, far better waist management than when i was schooling. those were cloud nine moments. i have no excuse to not walk in designer's for a try. standing in front of the mirror is no longer a fear even with a silhouette line dress. i was thankful to have a disease that bashed away the crazy, inferiority complex. instead when levi's introduced curves for curvy ladies a few months ago, i chose skinny and straight cut for ladies. i laughed to myself in silence with evellish gesture for it was the moment that i had been longing for. i even concluded that skinny can never be a fashion faux pas and it is everlasting, as long as you're skinny. ha ha ha

i felt great until suddenly i came with tachycardia and restless nights. of course at first i blamed mr.M's absentness for that. i was so in love with the disease that i called it "the big heart thing".

"the big heart thing" derived from 2007's x ray that shown my swollen heart due to extra pumping work. i told the doctor, lee byoung wook that i was destined to be a big hearted person, full of essence of a kind being. i never thought that it was a life treathening.

imagine that your heart beats more than 100 per minute, non-stop.

i had an ecg(electrocardiography)yesterday for that reason to check the regularity of the beat. i wasn't off the beat, in fact i looked at it as a music note, the rhythm of my life "living in a fast lane". it was my second time to be stripped, connected to wires and electrocuted.

the disease is no fun anymore. in fact i was assigned to a specialist at putrajaya hospital for further check ups. i hate to mention that after this i need to do blood test more often. if only the blood suckers are vampires with brad pitt's look or something.....

swine flu

just name it pig la, idiots... don't complicate things with different callings.

i read in the newspaper yesterday that a country whose name can trigger a sensitive issue here had urged the WHO to change the swine flu name into something else because it could effect world wide pork industry. afterall AIDS which was believed to be originated from monkey is called AIDS (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome) and not somekind that have a monkey's name. well, in my case you can call those promiscuous HIV affected sex hunters - monkeys because they leap from one person to another, spreading the virus more. no offence but thank God that i'm not a runner up for miss USA. sorry for the stir remarks.

back to the point, the swine flu. i think it is appropriate to use the word "pig". hence, it is originated from pig not a porcupine (if u're thinking of a better, cute name). if you think that porks are safe to eat, go ahead. just for a reminder - pig's saliva infest japanese encephalitis.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

mischellanous, hari kantin didi.


me and didi was at pwtc for the book fair on the first day her school organized a canteen day. the soshisticated name for that event was "hari minda usahawan" or so called the entrepeneur's brain day.

this was taken on the second day of the event at her school, tagging along her best friend anina. she sold almost all the cakes for the day. the soft spoken girl accompanied didi at times to buy drinks at nearby stalls. they always smiled and teased each other, sometimes on subjects that i couldn't understand. well, my time in school had passed about ten years. i hardy guessed their gestures only i was amazed by the flawless friendship.

babah and the bean stalks


babah's bean stalks that don't reach to giant's home up, up in the sky. these days he started to harvest and earn almost 20kgs an average. he sold those beans at RM1.80 per kg at nearby stall. "it was a good money, dug from own hands", he said. i'm sure that it is a lot but comparing to his effort with fertilizing and maintaining, i bet that his heart is warmer than when the heavy rain poured and pooled on his stalks. afterall, babah has been with agriculture since before i was born. with pertubuhan peladang, sekolah pertanian serdang then continued his tertiary education abroad - i'm all aware of his capability, only frustrated if it is a half way done. from the picture we can see some of his newly planted palm trees in rich, black humus earth. at the back of our home, there are some palm that still produce its fruits. i don't remember how much babah's earn for each full load on his lorry but he grinned like the grinch who stole the christmas. (minus the green color).

ever wonder why is my car is always powdered with earth and mud like a camel trophy adventure? i am an authentic 2 wheels driver with experience in dampen, muddy red earth every day. it is why i don't want to spend RM8 for a car wash, knowing that at the end of the day, it will always be the same.

i live in an indegenious settlement in dengkil, somewhat crossing the border of putrajaya and cyberjaya. i can see the PICC from the balcony and at times i enjoy watching fireworks at night from the same spot.

people say that it's kinda cool to live in rural area but at the same time experiencing urban lifestyles. well, i miss living in metropolitan city. i've been raised up for eight years in seoul and years before in kajang. my lungs were filled with soot, dust and carbon monoxide. all blended inside the thick red blood, filling every essence of my well being. i don't want to judge babah for his choice to live here, in fact me and other brothers and sisters support him. we are happy with it, but given a choice - i'll definitely buy a house in the heart of metropolitan city.