snippets: mia mia haircut

holiday in a can

four in a row - we were like tuna in a brine.

babe got hitched! wedding on the go this 9th january.


life is great!

penang-aloq setaq-perlis

+)the resemblance

mama, abeb and didi =)

you can tell, me and babah agreed with the food.

me.babah and iwan, patiently waiting for our food to arrive. (kuala perlis)

didi was super exhausted when she captured this picture.

padang besaq, fake vs. original - who can tell? seriously people will never go underneath your clothes. that's the end of story! that's my territory..

i had so much relief by laksa at pekan rabu because it was better than what i had at gurney drive yesterday. (to my surprise, pekan rabu is the name of a place, not day)

i have to wake up early this morning because we are going to climb bukit bendera for amorphopillus spesis that beb is hunting for her experiment, which i will use as a sample for mine too! i had breakfast in bed with cornflakes and milk that we bought on our way back from perlis. the price of food (or anything) in batu ferringhi is superexpensive. i really need to be superrich...

the trip to the pearl of the orient

dear daisy,
this morning me, didi, iwan and abeb are going to be crammed like sardine in a can all the way to penang. four of us have to tolerate to each other in this 3-4 hour journey, depending on how slow babah is going to drive us today. i wish mr.M can follow us, but he's busy with his schedule. in fact, his annual leave is less than the fingers in one hand. nevertheless, i have to prepare physically and mentally by bringing not-so-tight jeans and nice cotton t-shirts. this holiday is all about the food minus the rainy season. my plan is to get lazy and do nothing unless urged by beloved mom.

i'm going to miss mr.M, but sure we can get in touch in second via phone. but what's technology without a hug. personally i think that hugging is rejuvenating, uplifting my senses, eleviating mood and making me to believe that i'm the most beloved person in the world.

since my salary is due on next week, this trip is going to be totally on babah's dependence.

with lots of love,
myr

(p.s me and mr.M watched 2012 last night for a date)

could it be?

dear daisy,
i lost track of days-of-when-it-is-supposed-to-happen. only a major breakout, plus occasional mood swings followed with muscle aching, stinging in every join. i can't believe that i'm hitting 27 next year. my hair is growing gray enough to justify the need to use a hair color (which i did, plus the highlight), and yes..i still get pimples. what a good grief that i'm half teenage while other biological and chemical functions seem like an old lady.

could it be?
mr.M thinks that i'm chemically stimulated, adjusted from the same cycle that he has to endure each and every month when the time comes.

i lashed out everything. i said it out loud that "i'm tired of fulfilling everyone's need; i hate traveling to work; i'm tired with my husband; he doesn't sms me!; i wish money fall from the sky; my phone bill is mounting."

my whimps were not supposed to be obeyed. it is normal when body's internal chemical churning and excreting raging amount of hormones. in other words, it's typical chemical romances in women cycle.

i wonder if something is wrong. what if my body is trying to tell me something that i'm deluded to see. afterall, it has been a year. recent check up revealed that the so called "the big heart thing" is now remain in silence.

it's 7th day of headaches and weird stomachaches. on top of that i've been eating a lot, that made many people - especially elderlies guessed - could it be?

i don't want to get excited too early, afterall it could bring another disasterous disappointment. i'm thankful that mr.M understands.

for ol' time sake

theme song: moondance, micheal buble.
pictures with good friends from junior high.

an amazing sundae

dear daisy,
today i am about to attend my best friend's wedding, at the place where mr.M and i got married last year. on the last friday evening, i witnessed her solemnization at kajang mosque with abundant feeling of joy, mixed feelings with tears and my eyes still couldn't believe that instantaneously, she got hitched! i wish her with a tonnes of happiness, health and prosperity of making a lot of babies.

the sun is up roaring its scorchiest golden ray, like the burning fire in a furnace. while i am actually blogging from mr.M's office, the situation is worse without air conditioning. i am confined in a dead zone area, where the air is not moving and sleeping is not an easy task.

i had my chores done early in the morning, before both of us headed for breakfast at mamak. thankful and blessed with today's weather, i can collect my laundry not later by noon.

practically by job, i am a weekender housewife and part time movie critic from ostentatious visit to cinema almost every week, sometime twice a week. mr.M and i shared this common interest since we dated in 2007. we never think of putting that hobby laid for rest, which in my parent's opinion - we are still immature, thinking like girlfriend and boyfriend thing.

in fact after this, we are going to watch law abiding citizen, starring gerald butler and jamie foxx. we couldn't get any ticket at midvalley yesterday, we managed to fish our luck at alamanda and dangggggggg..we grab tics for 2.30 p.m. screening.

my current reading is "women's weekly magazine" and my mind oozes at the topic, "how to stop other woman from stealing your husband", by ex-mistress-cum-bitch who took someone else's husband and finally got cheated (scrambled) when the husband had an affair. the lesson from her story is never to trust someone who is capable of cheating because people are doomed to repeat the mistake, again and again. (nevertheless, in my opinion the writer will always be a bitch (for she never mention about remorse and i hate her for her history of stealing someone else's).

if it is in my case, nothing beats the satisfaction of punching the bitch straight in the face until her nose break. for instance when rumors about my significant other's extra curricular activities emerge, i will take it slow by enrolling myself at kick boxing class.

if she charge you at court, you can claim it as a crime of passion or just declare yourself a post partum syndrome, degrading mental state cause by depression ignited from that bitch.

the big word here is be EMPOWERED.

happiness doesn't happen once in a life time, it can happen everyday if you choose to be.

(i'm sure mr.M will raise his eye brow when he sees me coming with another women's magazine).

saturday supreme

mr.M on hari raya, makan besar at his office.

smiling mr.M on his first offshore work
dear daisy,
we both love saturday for we can sleep until noon.

the age of stupid

dear daisy,

The Science
"The climate science in The Age Of Stupid is based on that of the international climate research community including the Met Office Hadley Centre, as assessed by the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change and accepted by the world's governments.

While some scenarios depicted are at the extreme end of the range of possibilities within the timeframe of the movie, they are nevertheless physically plausible and illustrate the real risks posed by unmitigated climate change.

The science of the Met Office Hadley Centre supports the view that rapid and deep cuts in greenhouse gas emissions must begin within the next few years if there is to be a reasonable chance of avoiding a 2-degree rise in global temperature."

seasonal flu

dear daisy,
i've been in flu for two days. on monday, i was fortunate enough to have my mom working somewhere in the between of my working place and home because i did not know who else will drive me home safely (and voluntarily) in the surge of desperation.

it was really great to have babah cooked soup on the first day and mama's on the second day. once in a while i really wish to catch a flu. nothing beats the feeling of getting tucked under a comfy matress, doing nothing except watching t.v and reading novel.

today, i really have to go to work. (the feverish is getting to norm but my stomach upset so damn much). mom will pinch me if i refuse to wake up from bed.

nevertheless, chicken soup works best for flu. (filled with love potion they say).

time traveler's wife

dear daisy,
i remember reading few chapters from this book while waiting for mr.M to arrive. the novel was classic yet mesmerizing. i had fallen in love with its depth, melodramatic scenes which left my eyes gleaming with tears.

seeing how the novel transformed into a big screen was indeed a dejavu feeling. i tried to rekindle memories and excerptions from the last reading, hoping to put them align with the story. i didn't remember much actually, in fact the feel came in the sense of intuition at which i could not exactly distinguish the real fact and the delusion.

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i feel that i am now derailed from usual contemporary life. i wish that mr.M could bring me flowers from work today. thanks for the wonderful movie yesterday.

i've already met you!

dear daisy,
i feel like to dance when listening and watching the video clip. it brings to the memory of how i first met the so beloved mr.M at the theme park.

i know that we can be so amazing...and being in your life is gonna change me..and now i can see every single possibility

that time we always date to tesco which was just a walking distance from my home at seoul. only this time we don't do that very often.

i love this song and the people who dance in it. it potrays the happy feeling that i had when i first met mr.M.

mr.M, i promise that i'll be good. i mean, i'll be better day by day.

thursday's blues.

dear daisy,

i was at my parent's. got scold in the morning by my mom for not keeping my room neat and tidy. i thought that this kind of day is over when i come with hand in hand. my office is very far away and i usually the first one who shoot out from the house, early at dawn. i guess my mom forget that fact!

traffic jam - it was 7.15 when i drove along MEX to the city centre. the traffic was smooth all over except from maharajalela to merdeka square. i bet cars from the opposite direction envied me the most when looking at how easy i manuevered while singing party in the USA.

coffee and papers - done as usual, same venue. today i was greeted by the staff and he suggested sugar for my today's brewed coffee. (i realized that i was noticed)

time traveler's wife - booked by phone, confirmed with mr.M for tonite's date.

thermo-D - checked
student assignments - marked
bills to settle by early nov. - done
final exam - vetted
sleep - 7-8 hours a day
life? - to the fullest

mr.M - good! (he's actually kinda not going to give me any shoe when he found out his first sneakers gift (scarlett johannson's love sign reebok 2007 model) is not as good as what he expected. hey, i washed it and the color bleached out. it wasn't my fault. accident happens sometimes!

money - almost broke after settling all money matters but alhamdulillah that i'm married.

song of the day: kelly clarkson's already gone
theme song to lead my life for today: micheal buble' crazy love

father-daughter moment

dear daisy,
i love my babah and i wish that i will always be his sweet 17.

my beloved mama

 

my mr.M

 

stage fright and protein loss

to my dear seminar II students,
here is the evidence why i stammered on last year presentation (due to protein loss.)
remember - nobody is perfect in public speaking. only practice makes perfect!

dear daisy,
today in cell biology class i discovered that fear caused protien degradation that lead to impairement of memory. having to give a presentation in front of the class, my first action was to ask for an apology for my future mistakes due to my stage fright which already consumed essential proteins and memories that needed in the talk.

perhaps in future, this finding could cure frightness and fears in human by simply injected proteins that required for brain expression.

the sxxy wild cat

amber chia stripped off for the cause of animal freedom.

dear daisy,
don't get me wrong. i am never on PETA side, yes i am all againts animal cruelty but when dealing with obnoxious, nude and nevertheless dumb models who appear in their ads - i found out that these models have no idea of what they're promoting. nudity is just for "eye opener" so that the public will attract to see what they're trying to say.

amber chia for tiger's freedom.
what had she done to bring the freedom for tigers at zoos. did she ever donate anything for the cause or did she ever have her "free willy" time for any tiger kept in the zoo? how deep is her knowlegde about tigers that being kept and in captivity by the poachers?

the zoo's spokesperson said that it is unfair to say that the tiger are not kept well because in zoo, these tigers are protected from poachers and deforestration. although, zoo can never replace their habitat, at least this help to maintain the number of animal from extinction. in fact, zoo conducts breeding program for certain tiger species.

boycotting zoos is never the solution for the cause. zoo is part of an education where people can learn about animals and their habitat.

i see her painted body is weird for any tiger species because real tigers should be dark orange and fat instead of skinny and yellow. how unrealistic is her figure for the campaign. (oops..personal defamation, i might get sued, sorry)

there are a lot of PETA campaigns that involve nude pictures by celebreties like alicia silverstone, natalie portman and pamela anderson to promote banning on fur and leather use in clothings. maybe amber chia should join them, instead of banning zoos.

hanging by the moment - klcc

my view before elevating to level 42, the suspended bridge.

the so called "jimmy eat world" and min.



venue: suspended brigde, klcc
myr and min (on jimmy courtesy so we did not have to que for ticket)
october 2009

shoes is not the issue

mr.M's "P" professional yellow cab.

dear daisy,
i admit that i seldom wear high heels these days except for my thermodynamic class and lab. (to impress my student how cool i can be despite my backbone have to endure a painstaking stress from derriere jutting elongation).

this morning mr.M threaten to throw all my shoes in his car because there are too much and consume his little car space. how-could-he!!

my every single pair is classic.
1. my red guess - i bought it because it was chinese new year and i was in rage. red is the right color!
2. grey primavera - i bought the exact same pair for my best friend.
3. silver nine west - on the day when me and my sister went out at pavillion for shopping.
4. violet pump - made in korea, given by a good friend, ki seon as a gift.
5. croc - gift from my mom
6. red croc with blue ribbon - paid by mr.M and it's very cute!

i am so frustrated.

what a relief!

dear daisy,
my resolution for the year 2009 is to do "nothing" instead of cramming myself in a can and work hard for my studies. nevertheless, the year is now coming to its end and i nearly accomplish my ambition with sense of greatness.

the greatness?
well, last night - i was fine with MU defeat. i was actually praying to keep rafa benitez position in the reds.

my leisure readings - magazines. nothing beats the updates of latest scene.

teaching - i have smart students. after sitting my thermodynamic paper in the third year, i swore that i will never touch that book again! (yeah, i never touch that book but i was given a new book)

alamak. gotta go. my frend is coming for a breakfast.

kaka kaka kaka

real is leading 1 with raul score. my eyes are half open and thermo notes remain as it was twenty minutes ago. i better sleep for tomorrow's class.

update: it is now draw!

last..last..day of hari raya

haven't seen her since we left school. she is more or less looks like the lady, nur aminah in the drama nur kasih.

my chaffeur for the day..mr.M.

just for my mom

"jamuan hari raya" at mama's office

it was graduation day for the day that i decided to stay at my mom's office despite spending hours to search for a parking space at the school compound. (holiday should be given to academicians on such day because their parking lots were occupied by visitors). after making the first round orbiting the entire university, suddenly rain poured heavily like bullets from the sky, tap tap tap tap.

i like being in mama's office. it is like my second office or my favourite errant spot whenever i have a free time. couple of times, i did some of my lecture notes at mama's desk.

he is the oldest man in the office. very wise in money making industry. my mom said that he never married and have no extra luggage. i smiled to him several times, but no response. well, nevermind lah - he is not the kind that will make me the next anna nicole smith. otherwise he will surely smile back at me!

echo came on the afternoon. on our short meeting, we went to refund her rihanna ticket at the tower records, lot 10. to my shock, the shop is now so small and not as up trendy as it was before. it is more like a magazine shop in the 80's. nobody at lot 10 seem to know its existance.
she didn't get the refund. she have to go to the main office at PJ to get it. (i bet the same thing goes with beyonce..i am not coming concert refund). stupid!

i got myself two pairs of tiamo pumps. it reminded me of rihanna's ti-a-mo song and the colors are blink-blink in gold and silver.


people in here are so friendly and play chess during the day.

=)another wedding crush!

보낸 사람 사진 보관함

the "premonition"

premonition

at the end of the movie, the husband expressed remorse and kept saying to make things better than it were when suddenly his car engine broke down and rammed by a huge optimus prime truck. it was the saddest part of the movie that change the course of my drama life for today.

my husband said that no matter what happen, a husband will always love the first wife better than the other ones. maybe the feeling of afraid to lose the first wife makes any husband to silence about his extra marital affair.

however, in the name of love, can we accept deceit and sense of betrayal?

as for sandra bullock, the wife in the movie, she accepted her husband regret and wanting him back so badly that she tried everything in her best to keep him safe from her premonition.

dear daisy,
i heard too many divorce stories these days. it made me ponder about what marriage life is supposed to be. i look upon my parent's and thankfully, we are blessed. through turbulence, ebbs and flows, their marriage survives twenty seven years.

not everyone is ready to leave the significant other when deals with infidelity. i read a lot in thelma's and other columns as well. most wives remain silence and in dilemma, because of not ready to let the husband go.

mr.M said that this type of movie really ruins me. i kept thinking about the world that evolves around me and the further i think about it, the bitter it taste.

maybe both of us need to go for the time traveler's wife.
dear mr.M, i love you as always, time is nothing.

my' bad morning routine

dear daisy,
i have bad habits in the morning that i could not easily rub it off that include - reading gossips, laugh at yesterday's political drama scene and headlines, browsing at facebook and try to contain my self from laughing out loud when looking at super-over exposed feature and drinking without brushing my tooth first. hell yes, i manage my biological system and feel ok to swallow cavity causing bacteria rather than flouride which may damage my neurological system.

happy morning daisy,
today is my second day coming extra early to this so called "the panic room". at 6.15 a.m. the middle ring road 2 was clear and smooth. i had never been into such pleasure when driving on that route. the best thing about driving early in the morning is i don't have to worry about getting the extra speeding "ticket".

i read papers in the morning - real paper, made from pulps and trees that will be recycled again into toilet papers. it is one simple joy that i could define when sipping a "kaw kaw" teh tarik and eating nasi lemak. it is the joy that i am actually extricating myself from being too cyber, too savvy and gadget dependent person. i fulfill my living as a person that blends with surroundings. (eavesdropping at people complaining about the current government, taxes and not even once i encounter an extra maritial affair business..sigh!)

mr.M just called his call shrugged me off from mundane thinking about the world.

ohh..at least i know that he's there to catch me when i fall. the feeling of being loved is the best feeling in the world.

the big heart thing and size 4 story

dear daisy,
despite "good remarks" over my slimming tone silhouette figure by former high school mates at recent reunion, i got slammed by doctors and beloved mr. husband. i quit the so called immunosuppressant just because i weighted extra 1.5 kgs and it was embracing my normal, usual weight.

ever since the big heart thing episode, i gain a new hobby - "shopping the "s" or everything below the size 4. strikingly it became obvious to me that i'm getting fine with the disease when i suddenly cannot fit into my sleek, mng suit, office gear size 2.

it was then i picked up seafood excessively, in hoping that my metabolic rate will whoop again to burn that extra kgs. however, my skinny deepening plan did not happen exactly the way i expected. in fact, i got an allergy reaction.

my doctor said that was a suicide attemp. mr. M didn't understand what is wrong being in normal healthy, size and why should girls ga-ga-ing over super skinny figure. both said that being sick is not sexy at all. nuff said.

i am suffering a "big inferiority" complex. i even regard the disease as a "gift" because i remember when i was fat, i can't wear levi's as they only made for size below 30, none for curvy, voluptous ladies like me. it was one embarassing moment when i had to choose men's cut with big pocket - for the sake of wearing levi's.

nevertheless, i'm going to see my blood test today - to check wheather i should continue with medication or not. i know that i should learn to accept my self as the person i am.

yesterday i met my best friend in the heart of K.L and she's pregnant with her second. i looked at her and amazingly despite my skinny obsession, she appeared to be beautiful and lovely.

women are made with curves and soft edges. today, i made my first move by wearing tiamo's beyonce gold color to walk my hey-day and the doctor's office.

the allegra

dear daisy,
a doctor friend asked me how was my allergic and red bumps after knowing the tragic episode that caused me to be "off the make up" for a while. she asked for the kind of drug that relieved those inflammation and i replied, it's getting better now and no medical prescription required. i just went to aesthetician and received a full face spa package together with shoulder back massage. it was better than drug!

that very evening, babah cooked fried crab for dinner - amazingly golden, crisp and heart tempting meal. however, at this moment (till my cravings are back) seafood is very expense-sick for my pocket right now. =)

so bye bye crab!

it's allergic

oh...my...God!!
i'm having allergic reaction and my face is blooming with rashes and red spots. it must be the "sambal belacan with mango" or dust and maybe cats. babah told me that allergies will go away after marriage.

i sealed my face with lots of tinted moisturizer, concealer, tea tree oil (for antiseptic) and loose powder. i surely look like one of the opera actresses.

mr.M said that my allergies will go away in winter.

...........................this morning, i didn't fail to take primrose oil supplement for my breakfast.

myr and min

dear daisy,
last week on this beautiful day, my friend minteng (original name min jung, kim) was here for four days. this picture was taken prior escalating to 42nd floor of klcc, where the suspended bridge is located. credit to jimmy, we didn't have to wait early in the morning to get the ticket. thanks a lot!

finally i fulfilled my dream to jump on that "suspender" bridge. (i didn't care even it sounded stupid as it was practically designed to stand on earthquake).


min was like marilyn monroe with scarf and jackie-O glasses. =) taken in front of putra mosque. waaa... i started to miss her scarcasm!

haute of the DUKE

to hover alongside the majestic highway DUKE, i need to be in BMW instead of Myvi to set par with the royal name. it was a useless route to take but for the love of the name, i sometimes regard my journey at the DUKE as a short, luxury escapade. (plus there is not so many car - so it is an escape from traffic.)

my mom was quiet angry with me after i skidded the car's bumper at my mother-in-law newly painted gate (black!!) and it left an irremovable black stain with deep scarring along the scratch.

i set a goal to improve my "parking skill" so that when i own my "beemer" one day, it will be just perfect!.

to note: the writer needs to learn to slow down as her tickets for speeding is mounting and her mom doesn't want to bail her anymore. she might lose her P license. she is hoping to get placement for her Ph.d so far away so she doesn't have to fear having the authority to suspend her P while waiting it to mature in the next a year and half.

all the best in PMR

my dear iwan,
i know that i am not the best kakak in the world because i like to tease you with jokes like you and your gf (i don't know the truth..it is just babah like to say this a lot of times at home) plus i like asking you doing chores.
you were so little when i left you for studies. never thought that you'll be skinny and tall like today. i like you when you were with belly and full face. because u were not as naughty as now.
i was at your school yesterday. waiting for you almost 20 minutes. i wanted to wish you "all the best" for your PMR. i guess you were inside the surau and i didn't feel like to wait any longer.
if i have time tomorrow, i'll come with mcd. insya Allah.

love,
kakak.xoxo

inferiors being a woman

scene: 7.40 a.m., mamak at sri gombak (changing wind after several breakfasts at mcd's drive thru and 7eleven.)

my eyes were protruding on the midst, morning traffic as if they were going out of its socket on today's topic: can we love when we cheat?

the foremost reason for tuning in was an update on KL's traffic because i hate to mingle in the battle of the sexes. i was in outrage when a caller name ken said that he still loves his wife even when he commits strings of extra marital affairs when working outstation. he claimed that there is huge differences with love and lust. that his wife is his love and the affairs are just pleasures.

i'm on fire.
it is a BIG no-no business when citing about affair. (exceptance to polygamy as it is clearly God's word that are meant not to be refuted).

dear daisy,
at the end of everything, it is man who gets what he wants. before marriage, he told that he accept you as you are, with imperfections and keep saying words like we compliment each other and it's okay..i like your unruly hair, it makes me giddy!.

however, after marriage - most women have to keep up with demands like -

1. should have know how to cook and look like nigella. (delicious and beautilicous)
2. be a good mom like angelina jolie. (accept that marriage is not the tie that binds family together).
3. maintain youthfulness and curves like jeniffer lopez after delivering twin.
4. accept men as men is like victoria beckham. (that men sometimes can't think with brain.)
5. innocent, soft spoken and shy but dirrrrty in bed.
6. less nagging
7. have own career - so he don't have to pour his money
etc. and the list goes on.

men, endowed with strength, power and extra ability than women. despite everything, men is created to lead and to guide. (not commanding but to serve right).

most callers that i listened today were from male. and they accept "infidelity" as norm, a man being a man. i feel that we need to "correct" this misjudgement that wife will always be the love while others come and go. there are moral issues in the statement lingering with STDs, wedlock kids and social problems.

i positively think if the husband demands his wife to look like those who stated on the list above: start investing on your wife! give her money so that she can groom like your dream girl. it is not wrong to demand such things but be sensible. if you look like brad pitt....it's ok to pay your wife to look like angelina jolie.

warna warni aidilfitri

 

 

 

 

friendship never ends

 

 

 

 

Reunion of MAJEXA members and celebrate Aidilfitri with the orphans.

Date : 4 Oct 2009
Total Donation RM 3,387
Thanks to everyone for making this a great event.. =)
Location: Pondok Penyayang Raudah

a celebration that full of love

 

 

 

 

MAJEXA's eid 2009

happy faces

 

 

 

 

rumah penyayang raudhah

 

 

 

 

it was a beautiful gesture of eid celebration by ex-mara junior science college (batch 99/00) to hold a gathering together with orphanages and indegenious kids.

red hot eid'2009

eid celebration

dear daisy,
=)my first eid after long eight years.

written on a napkin, may 2009

dear daisy,

scene: a coffee shop at times square
listening to: stop the clock, oasis (right now)
reads: journals on tissue regeneration and materials
note: left my make up brush at home. called darling to pick it up when he returns. i can't believe that brush is so damn important!

i like the ambience in here, the sound of music and the people chit chatting background. so affable and lovely. mama is upstairs, working. she told me that she is busy with phone calls since the business is good. meaning that economy blackout has now emancipate.

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i wish we have nice coffee shops near the university because i desperately need to sit on a sofa to enjoy reading journals the way i used to.

it felt great to know that everyone was coming to aid when i cried out loud, having my toes accidently sweep the sharp edges of rattan rug. my little brother helped to remove it because it was rather painful to have it done by myself. everyone at home said that i purposely did for an attention, claiming that i was utterly exaggerated. nevertheless, i think that everyone was so shy to admit that they love me. (it was obvious to see how they panicked and rushed to see how bad it was)

smiling myrasya,
i like the feeling of being loved.

stop outsourcing indons.

dear daisy,
according to Yahoo! jobs that pay 25 per hour are mostly do not require higher degree and qualification. to list, electrical technician, policemen, HRs, legal assistants etc. are often misjudged and regarded as low pay.

on contrary, as proposed by papa, in future time pembantu rumah in malaysia will get as much pay or more salary than university graduate with rm25 per hour. even school leaver who works at mcdonalds get not more than rm 5 per hour. who are these indonesians to demand such salary? i don't mind if malaysians who work odd jobs to get higher salary than me or anybody else. it is how these illegal workers and their forlone countrymen act that makes me so angry and full of hate.

their threat to kill and seclude malaysians in jakarta, is unforgiven. not to mention how sad it is to see our national flags burnt and stepped.

i seriously think that malaysians should stop hiring indonesian maids, workers etc. as for me i had enough headaches from works and house.

(plus, i don't like bangladeshis work at department stores like metrojaya too. urgh! it ruins my mood)

eid'2009 with family

so long and good night

dear daisy,
everyone is sleeping right now. my mind is boggling on something else, definitely not this coming first eid celebration which i have been missing for the past eight years. i spent my afternoon at jalan tuanku abdul rahman with my sisters and mom, a last minute shopping spree for scarf and baju melayu. i didn't buy much actually, just scarves to match my baju kurungs.

i couldn't believe my eyes seeing hordes of people swarming the place like armies of ant even when the sun was glaring its scorching heat. i was nearly fainted. my youngest sister cried because she couldn't stand the thirst and crowd. nevertheless, shopping under the sun seems like a sporting event for malaysians.

tomorrow is the last day of ramadhan, marking the beginning of eid, a celebration of success, triumph over seduction of lust and evil.

at this moment, i'm reading stuff for my future research (it is pretty obvious that i don't want to be known as geek in pink for reading while everyone is busy with eid preparation). currently i'm reviewing two offers for my next study plan. one is at toronto, a place where i might have a chance to chase the aurora and another one is at UK, an lovely place where it is not awkward to have strangers calling you darling, or love, or sweetie.

a nice cup of tea helps me to keep awake. i temporarily quit coffee.

i will be away for a week, traveling from my parents house (here) to johore, kelantan (my husband's) and finally to pahang, my father's side.

tonight's good news is my best friend is now pregnant with her second. and the not so good ones is everyone i know will definitely ask the multi million dollar question, so when is yours?
even myself couldn't give the right answer yet.
i am not irritated but i feel blessed with everyone's concern and grateful when they say their prayers. only sometimes, i feel sad of the lost, hoping that she would still be alive.

i wish that i will graduate in doctorate soon wherever it may be. it is TIME's top occupation of 21st century -as tissue engineer. cooler than nip/tuck man!

reminiscing time.

dear daisy,
because time is short and life is uncertain, the only reason that i'm going to chase the aurora and northern star is to be with my significant other. i know that i couldn't find happiness elsewhere rather than being with the one i love.

i don't want to be too ambitious chasing the star. the star that i know is right there in front of my eyes.

i had submitted my application and waiting for the next call. whatever my parents may say, i will not go without him. these are the pictures from our first date in seoul.

i was so excited and so original without make up, plus a little chubbier too! after knowing him for about two years, he is more than just a pretty face. he is my husband.







p/s the big guy was an accident. we bumped into him at nicol david's game at the city hall. he was the masseur for the world champ. (actually i like my hair in that picture)

=)min teng is coming

dear daisy,
these are the pictures from old days when my hair was as still as ruler, even after countless visits to hair saloon. the visit has becoming a routine now. surprise, surprise..last saturday i had my hair done for personal record, wayyy better than what i had in korea, said my sister. however, all in all the wash, treatment, rebonding, color and highlighting confined me on the chair for almost five hours.

anyway,
i'd like to welcome my beloved friend, kim min jung to malaysia next month. she's currently on internship at thailand working on sustainable water development. a project for UNEP if i'm not mistaken. she was one of my best colleages while i was at MIZY, years ago. (the moment those pictures were taken).

=)
smile, smile.

kuih raya

i'm at department office, waiting for my kuih raya - ordered from the office lady since the beginning of the fasting month.

hari raya is just a few days to go, well..happy hari raya and maaf zahir batin.

best regards,
myr

big river man

dear daisy,
the big river man, martin strel's longetivity reminds me of winston churchill. having the same feature which is a little bit fat and the same eating habit with liquor, he is definitely one of a kind to have the ability to swim the amazon river, known full of piranhas and mighty anacondas. the man is funny though, he fit all criterias to be the best comedian. he is full of wit, yet very inspirational. he swims for peace, friendship and clean waters. kudos.

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i'm at home, reading novel. waiting for the bank to open. i need to pay for my bills and get my credit card back!

the different thing about husband and wife is clearly depicted by the choice of shoes. nike acg was the choice of my mr. husband, yet he wants me to look sexy. =)

terawikh

 

been there, not for real

 
i was extremely gorgeous in front of fake taj mahal, albeit picture alteration.

the pursuit of the second law efficiency

on a busy day preparing for the u phoria launching date. a picture of thousand exergy expressions as well as destruction, well maybe because we were laden with macaroni and cheeze. it made our eyes too heavy to open.

dear class,
happiness is the second law of thermodynamics. on the other hand, it can be reviewed as the best possible performance of a person under possible circumstances. when talking about this second law, first we have to understand the basic of the law itself.

in thermodynamics, the second law refers to the decreasing of quality in the process. on contrary to the first law which emphasis on energy conservation, the second law indicates that it is not how much we have (quantity), it is how much we can consume or make the best out of it (quality).

given a real life example, it is not important to get sleep eight hours a day to function well but to get a quality sleep even for a couple of hours.

the exergy of a person at a given time can be viewed as the maximum amount of work she or he can do at that time and place. it is difficult to quantify because of its interdependence of one's intellectual and physical capabilities. i.e training can increase one's exergy while aging decrease it.

small children are probably the happiest human beings because there is so little they can do, but they do it so well, considering their limited capabilities. the term so full of life also refers to the second law efficiency.

exergy can be considered as chances or opportunities in life. regarding time as the biggest asset, the time wasted is indeed a destruction of exergy as it refers to the opportunity wasted.

when we make the fullest of the time given, we actually are making the best exergy out of it! so, exergy in the exploratory nature is the one's best thing, capability and achievement.

because today is 090909
this is my story for tomorrow's lecture.

seize the day

dedicated 1010th posting,
on the very 090909 magnificient date,
the man i love,
the world i know.

the sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetest ...

so long, see you again

dear daisy,
today's meeting with fath was short. we met for a few minutes at a sideroad near jalan kuching, in front of the old town white coffee. she was my senior at hanyang university and all the years that i spent at technical college and language institute. tonight she will fly again to south korea to continue her studies at KAIST in chemical engineering. i wish her all the best and may Allah give her strength to finish it on time.

warmest regards, myr.

life as we know it

(i lurrve to eat this hot, sizzling onjingo bulgogi. and it is unbelievable that ticket to seoul is 750++ one way. oh matta fair starts today!)

dear daisy,
this is life as i know it. everyday i trapped in traffic approximately four hours. i am one of the biggest carbon dioxide contributors to the atmosphere. my carbon prints for this year is sky rocketing compare to last few years when i walked to school.

right now i am listening to mariah carey's e=mc2 and the list goes down until james blunt's to bedlam.

i hate traffic jam like many motorists. yesterday i dozed off for few seconds while driving in snail moving mrr2. i tried my best to keep myself awake including talking to everyone whose number saved in my cellphone. to no avail. i ended up screaming like i was in a rock and roll concert.

my another futile action?
i danced. like that little chinese girl in rush hour 1 when she sang MC's fantasy. i know some may think that i lost my mind. but that's better than losing my life or losing my money by kissing other's car.

i'm starting to send kad raya to people. feel free to let me know your address. i have only addresses that used to send my wedding cards. mr.M is very supportive, he gave me a lot of kad raya to write from his office.
oh, i miss those lovely people.

xoxo

hair does matter

i found this article amazingly correct that michelle obama trying to play safe with straight.

it has been more than a year since i had my hair done at a saloon for long three and half hours. michelle gives the niche' about getting it done by this weekend or maybe next weekend.

hair does cost more than my clothings.

baby shower

my pak usu's baby = my cousin




being married we hardly have time to entertain friends on weekends. i'm sorry for invitations that i couldn't make.

ministry of food (MOF)

the taste resembled red mango, famous for its yogurt ice cream at seoul. ministry of food is indeed a japanese healthy type of dessert shop, located at rear exit from the food court.

mr.M didn't understand why korean and japanese like sweet potato so much in their food and even include them on pizzas. he kept asking me the same question, but i have no idea because i like them too.

iftar at pavillion

i was alone and wandering for a place to eat when she saw me and invited me to join her and company. the last time we met was at salah's wedding, but that was a short one after almost ten years we left the high school.

we both envied those people who attend majlis berbuka puasa ala bugis organized by karen and her companies. there are a lot to catch up especially when seeing the transformation that changed once upon a time budak sekolah into a professional figure.

oh..oh..since everyone we know is getting married, care for a gossip?

chah, i'm just kidding.

wedding ceremonies

two months before the coming ramadhan were the months of wedding. we had invitations almost every weekend.

------------------------------------------------------me---

i think the name is funny

and the animal too!

the myth about kemerdekaan.

dear daisy,
i am intrigued and astounded by so many advertisements that relentlessly showed ah meng, abu and rajoo to potray the spirit of 1Malaysia. we have been independent for 52 years and yet racial integration is still becoming an issue. no doubt that our country is a melting pot for its diversified culture, race and religion but how many of us is dare to say that we are still living segregatedly by income, race and social status. look alone at putrajaya. the residents are confined specifically to their appointments, which means if you belong to such precint, you are better off than the other ones. this mentality can create a social stigma especially when they only mingle with people around their circle, thus neglecting other essences that made our country diversified Malaysia.

non-bumis except for bangladeshies and indonesians seem non exist at putrajaya, the federal administrative capital of our country. on the other hand, in the advertisements we always mention about social integrity and how we are good to each other.

don't give me that angry, frown look. this is the ugly truth.

i understand that some prefer to stay in malay community residence because of its jemaah and qariah surau. nonetheless, the trend has upscaled to school and working places. how can one foster unity when studying in different school? at the end of the day, we will always have prejudice to each other.

sekolah wawasan is indeed a good idea. i don't know why the government procrastinate its implementation. i spent my school years in kajang, attended full nine years of sekolah rendah/menengah kebangsaan with people in different colors. my parents had the same experience too. however, when my little brother and sister moved to school at putrajaya and bangi - almost everyone in their school are malay.

my mom said that what ever is happening now is frustrating. we are living in dreams.



selamat menyambut hari kemerdekaan yang ke 52, Malaysia.

the zip-bra thing

dear daisy,
i thought singaporeans speak better english than malaysians but this miss world singapore winner spoke so bad that she mistook zip-bra for zebra. she also mentioned that she is naughty, however seriously she is just silly and her pronounciation...urghh!

i understand that my pronounciation is as bad, but at least i don't try to be slutty.

go youtube this interview.

a week in ramadhan 2007

dear daisy,
a week in ramadhan 2007 was my first ramadhan at home ever with family after spending almost seven years abroad. at that time, i was seven month engaged with now husband and the ramadhan would be the last as a bachelorette. the experience was fulfilling, yet amazing.

i didn't plan the trip at all. it was all out of a sudden, in conjungtion with thanksgiving holiday that falls 3 days straight to the weekend, i decided to just buy the ticket. nevertheless, the price was sky rocketing and left only few cent balance in my account.

i believe that miracle happens by grace of Allah, in reverence of instinct and wishes granted.

on my way flying back to seoul, our flight had to be postponed due to the failure at one of its fan. it was nearly dawn, sometime around 4.15 a.m when the flight crew told us that we couldn't fly that day.

on that flight, there were four of us that are muslims. one of us, a guy in a leather jacket was sleeping soundly in the surau. me and other two sisters who are nurses at HKL about to attend a conference in seoul, rushed to search for a cafe for sahur as we only had few minutes before the fajr began.

on courtesy from MAS, we all were given a stay at hyatt and chauffered there right after that.

it was my first time in kota kinabalu. with rm 80 in my pocket, i paid rm 50 to a chinese taxi driver to drive me around the city. he talked a lot. good enough to be a tourist guide. he entailled how the city changed over the past years.

i spent the rest of my money on bracelet, made from oyster shell. i bought some for my friends in korea too. my mom said that was a childish act, should buy something useful instead. nevertheless, if that day was happened to be the last day in my life, money was not my obligation.

i was mesmerized by the city, even it was wiped off by heat waves and scorching ray. as a result, i missed the trip to the airport because the two other sisters had gone first.

i waited for a taxi outside the hotel. the fare was rm 30 for a trip and i was flat broke. i pitied myself but began searching for luck. not less than a minute, a gentlemen who happened on the same enroute, invited me to join him in the taxi. i guess i was just being lucky.

the two sisters said sorry to me upon my arrival at the departure counter. it wasn't a hard feeling thing, afterall i might do the same thing. it was a win-win situation, well a winning situation for my stupidity.

the incident taught me to cherish every little thing in life.

i glad that i went home and spent time with people i love. this remind me of how short our lives could be.

on arrival at seoul, i met the two sisters again and gave my phone number in case of anything. finally, on the last day of their visit, they rang me for a help. they had miscommunication and their credit card were not accepted.

i rushed there for a bail on a taxi straight from the nice, stupid playground. since my scholarship was just banked in on the same day, i didn't mind to help these total strangers. afterall, i would be dead if the plane got crash and never managed to survive the day.

luckily on my arrival, the two sisters managed to withdraw money from local atm and settled the bill.

they gave me warm hug before they left for the airport and told me to call them whenever i'm at kl. i never did, but i kept the memory alive with me.

anyway, the guy in leather jacket who slept at surau happened to be our penceramah for the whole ramadhan and his visit ended on the first hari raya. seriously, i thought he was somesort of a gangster or harley davidson type of guy. encik hamdan just smiled, nodding that he agreed with me by just looking at that hunk, well build ustaz.

ramadhan mubarak everyone.
love,
myr

fight masters: silat (NCG-FINAS)

following the successful "becoming a king" and "smart tunnel", silat is the third project that fill the slot for this coming national celebration, the merdeka day.

the idea was brainchild by mr. khairul who started off with his first submission to the NGC in the year 2007, but lost his idea to both becoming a king and smart tunnel.

nonetheless, he grasp a new breathe to his idea by collaborating with justin ong, who is the producer as well as the director for the documentary.

fight masters: silat

CATCH JOEL CHAMP, AT CHANNEL 553 (ASTRO) NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC CHANNEL ON MERDEKA CELEBRATION DAY AT 9.00 P.M

he was chosen to be part of this documentary because he portrays great passion about the culture and has been learning silat for ten years.

silat is a mystical art and one deadliest form of a defence. the documentary was produced after hauling one long year of research and shooting. "team from national geographic at the states scrutinized every detail and line to make sure of its accuracy" said justin ong who is the producer and director of this project.

the hard work was produced 100% by local talents, including the CGI and videography. it is a joint venture of FINAS and national geographic under malaysian to the world scheme 2, sequel to the success of becoming a king and the smart tunnel.

together we celebrate the triumph of local talents in producing world class documentary. don't forget to catch the show!

eye opener for what silat is all about

joel champ. ex-navy and hold the highest rank in silat among the foreigners, just lack four stripes from his master, cikgu sam.

cikgu sam, hugged in his well toned arms.


if you think the kicks were lame compare to taekwondo and judo, try it yourselves! team from university malaya had geared up and test the science behind every movement and kick in silat, bringing the audience into depth perspective of what makes silat deadliest form of art.

the kicks and spars were not reenacted to make them look real and painful. all shots were taken original and authentic. "cgi was used to polish each character and movement so that we can see the mechanism and science in every attack" said justin ong, producer of this documentary.

jason scott lee

catch the ex-power ranger in this discovery!

a beautiful story

jordan's entry for oscar 2009. the poster itself is very stunning and humble, full of spirit. it reminds me when i was a child, traveling around the world has always been something that i want to do. i want to cross beyond the horizon and find the place where the rainbow ends. indiana jones was someone that i love all along.

i wish to see this film in malaysia soon.

captain abu raed

a beautiful review, an honest story about a good man.
http://majali.blogspot.com/2008/01/captain-abu-raed-hollywood-reporter.html

dear daisy,
i was touched by riz khan's interview with the producer and the people to raise awareness to child abuse.

is plastic making you gay?

well, daisy my new writing is now available at u-phoria.nst.com.my, at in the news section.
http://u-phoria.nst.com.my/youth/news.php?id=207&c=1&s=3
Believe it or not, Bisphenol A (BPA), a substance used in plastic making as an antioxidant and plastisizer (polymerization inhibition), is scientifically proven as a hormone disrupting agent that affects the development of fetus gender in rat.
Studies found that BPA is a putative cause for gender orientation and behavior as it influences the activation of male estrogen receptor to function similarly to female’s own estrogen.
On the other hand, in the sexual cycle of a female, the number of neurons will be developed as many as in a male, explaining an aggressive and male-like behavior in females.

Health risk prevention should be given a high priority.
Although the FDA approved it, BPA exposure should still be less than 1ppm in concentration. A recent publication of American Chemical Society (June 15 2006) indicated that 250 nanogram BPA per day in mice showed abnormalities in brain behavior and some proteins. The amount used was correlated with level that has been found in humans. BPA also has some deleterious estrogenic effects in the offspring of pregnant mice, for instance enlarged prostates, genital deformities and disrupted puberty.

So it is possible that plastic CAN influence sexual orientation.

Possible health risk prevention should be taken especially when handling some plastic material. Although BPA-contained plastics are considered stable and strong material by plastic makers, the issue of safety has always been raised by consumer associations and environmentalists.
The best solution is to use ceramic and glassware for food containers.
------------------------------------------------------------------------lass!

love in the time of h1n1

or maybe, love in the time of b1n1.
(marriage has potent factor to determine one's health but does that make a wife a virulent virus??)

urm.. a benevalent dictator maybe?

first argument is wives always want to be right even when they're totally wrong.

second, they love nagging and hate if the husband knows how to nag.

third, they want to be regard as someone beautiful and frankly, most husbands are bold when it comes to sincerity.
(hey, beauty is in the eyes of beholder..you got something in your eyes kah?)
=)

well, regardless of those above, marriage is a very challenging and never ending task. as long as there is love, there will be will to continue this journey. but love is not enough actually, go ask your parents.

i think i need to cut my spending and quit teaching at tution centre. i feel the need to be at home at longer time with the one i love. i feel bad for not using my power as the benevolent dictator. (they say wife is the cherry of a merry home..)

dear daisy,
i guess the reason why the whole class disappeared for three consequent weeks is due to the flu. it was hard enough for me to climb to third flood, let alone to wake up at 5.30 and shoot out from home at dawn.
i'm frustrated and feel like to sleep right now.

monday kick start

dear daisy,
listening to once upon a time bachelorette's playlist: current song by taking back sunday, falling for you.

i had my breakfast at 7eleven prior coming here which is five minutes away from my school. it was coffee and nasi lemak, fuel for the day. i'm always a morning person and a nice cup of hot drink gives a kick start for my day.

i started early today, at the time when the traffic was half as bad as in 7.30 to 9.00 a.m. at least, rather than stuck for 2 hours, i got moving.

dear daisy,
i decide to quit starbucks once and for all, in support for the effort to boycott israel products. i'm not proud that i was regular to this product. i feel bad that i contributed to oppressed palestinians sufferings for quiet some time.

if you think the boycott doesn't work, think again. why did starbucks decide to change its name starting from its seattle branch? maybe it is marketing strategy, maybe the boycott works..

excerps from jemaimah mustapha writings that can be viewed at www.completemalaysia.com.
Efforts to raise Fund for Gaza at this stage is with the specific intention of buying vessels to transport humanitarian aid to Gaza which is currently in a choke hold by the Tel Aviv regime’s illegal blockade.

The blockade has been imposed since 2006. Then in late 2008 through January this year, the Israeli Defence Force (IDF) broke the ceasefire and launched a military aggression on Gaza causing over 1400 deaths and massive destruction to homes and buildings.

Following immense international pressure and its inability to subjugate the valiant Palestinians, the Israeli Government ended the aggression.
However, the blockade continued and these resulted in a stranglehold on Gaza, depriving the devastated population of medicine, food and materials to rebuild their homes.

p/s coffee at 7eleven is not bad though. (we all know that 7es, kenny rogers, starbucks in msia are under the same company)..urm...maybe i should check the list again.

you belong with me

dear daisy,
this is the kind of song that i wish i had during my school years. it is pretty obvious how the song reminds me of myself, the study type girl with sneakers and not so nice hair had a big crush at the most popular guy in school (tall, dark and handsome, checked!.)

it has always been my teenage dream to go on a date with worn out jeans and sneakers. then after movie, we would spend time at basketball court shooting. i know that i sound silly and so americanized. trust me! this is typical thinking of young, modern girls these days.


the first time i met mr.M, i wore the wrong type of shoe with old, worn out jeans. he laughed out loud at those polka dots shoes. i never thought that i would fall in love the way i had always dream of. just like cinderella story and her glass shoes that caught the prince charming's heart.

mine worked the opposite way. but still it is a love story.

the song is dedicated to beloved mr.M, you belong with me.
(love you, forever and today!)

dearly deported

dear daisy,
it was so sad when the sister couldn't answer all the three questions and the one that she haven't seen in eight years had to go back straight away to mauritius, after long haul journey. i was emotional. nevertheless, dearly deported cannot be so mean and harsh. it was frustrating.

however, not long after that - the DJs changed their mind (or maybe the producer, i don't know). they gave new lease of hope, another chance for a 1 day reunion to her eight year old niece. it was sweet. although i knew that the question was easy for her, i didn't complain. it was the reunion that i was looking for.

perseid meteor shower 2009

dear daisy,
the sky is falling in dwindling rain,
outside is damp and cold,
the darkest hour of the day,
which by right i would be sleeping soundly,
in my bed,
like a princess, not a frog.
i'm waiting for the moment to make thousands of wishes,
legend said that when u wish upon a falling star,
=)someday you'll make a rockstar.

i keep my head up, in hoping to find one falling star.
right now it is the peak time of the show,
however the sky is gloomy by the rain fall,

i'm waiting for much clearer sky,
i hope i won't fall asleep before seeing one.

mr.M is sleeping. hate to wake him up.





i'm not good at writing something so discrete that requires me to scrutinize details of my lyrical sentimental feeling. dizzy!

the nip and tuck man

my article can be viewed at http://u-phoria.nst.com.my/youth/news.php?id=83&c=2&s=1

What is it like to be a plastic surgeon? Unlike the depictions of plastic surgeons on US series like 'Nip and Tuck', it isn't so cold or glamorous, at least as Prof Dr Ahmad Sukari Halim's life shows.

In an interview with the 48-year-old reconstructive surgeon, he says he regards his work as a chance to help others gain their confidence again after a traumatising experience.

"Beauty is not just an exterior sight, what is important lies beneath one's personality. The most important thing in reconstructive surgery is to bring about the ‘normalisation' in an appearance.

"This may not appear to be aesthetically perfect but at least it gives hope of improvement to those who have lost their normal appearance due to accidents or injuries,” he said when asked about his work.

Dr Ahmad Sukari was raised in Kg. Sungai Piai, Tanjung Dawai, Kedah. The third of seven children, he was born on April 4 1961 and was academically excellent ever since young.

When he returned home from overseas in 1996, he joined Kuala Lumpur Hospital as a Specialist in Clinical Plastic Surgery. A year later, he started to work at HUSM, Kubang Kerian. From then on his career began to blossom.

When asked about his practice, he said he realised that many people thought of plastic surgery negatively, in that it was something that changed God's creation.

Reality series such as ‘Extreme Makeover', he added, were also reasons why some people begin to feel inferior about themselves.

Dr Ahmad Sukari chose to focus on his practice as community service instead, he said, and cited his experience working with the non-government organisation Mercy Malaysia.

"It was the most fulfilling moment in my career when I saw these people in situations which left them without hope, but then reconstructive surgery brought them new life again," he said.

Together with Mercy, he performed upper cleft surgeries on underprivileged kids in Dhaka, Bangladesh, a few years ago. He has also trained Iraqi surgeon and performed reconstructive surgery on Iraqi children as part of his charity efforts.

This tall gentleman is blessed with five children, and his wife, Dr. Selasawati Ghazali works as the Director of Tanah Merah Hospital.

He said he dedicated his work to all Malaysians because his achievements were possible due to the scholarships that he had received from the government.

His words of advice to students who want to pursue a career as a plastic surgeon?

"In order to be a plastic surgeon you are going to need study for many years and work very hard. Be professional."

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eastern and oriental penang

dear daisy,
days are gone when once or twice a year i caught the glimpse of the dark green E&O coaches on my way back home from school.

when i came to penang in past few weeks ago, it was the love at the first sight right after i entered the fine, lily scented E&O hotel lobby. i challanged myself to walk in (it did require a lot of courage after knowing that the cheapest room stood at staggering thousand ringgit). i'm a bit inferior when it comes to earnings but for the love of it, i dare to say that the feel of it is something that money can't buy.

me and my friend honey were the heroines of the day (for countering fear and following our desires). actually it was our credit card that we put as hope for savior. nevertheless, we survived the day with new friends and 50% discount. maybe this was something called "the beginner's luck", the kind of thing that says that the whole universe is conspiring to help you to achieve your dream.


i like their sushi and small cheeze cakes. it brightened my day although the weather was gloom and windy. i placed a dream to bring mr.M here, again for the love of it!


the people at E&O were very nice and friendly. their hospitality and generous with smiles made my short stay for lunch worth a while. it felt like home and surrounded by people like friends in the neighbourhood. it was very surprising of how two young ladies in jeans, not in designer's and not appear to be a millionaire's daughter were treated nicely.

we met a lovely couple, flo and gus, a malaysian chinese married to an englishmen who served in malaysia during the emergency. they told me about the serendipity of how they met the first time. it was kinda long story but very novelty. one may read this in love stories, this one is real.

i'd like to thank honey for everything and my stay. lots of love to gus and flo. can't wait to come again.

i swear that swearing is good for health

i say peace unlike the alien that appear in the cartoon aliens in the attic said "we're aliens and we come in pieces".dear daisy,
damn right! i know that i'm 100% sure of the statement that swearing is good for health. no wonder i had few episodes of chest pain. i just dont swear enough.

starting at 7.30 a.m, it took me two hours to get me in this panic room from bandar baru bangi. nevertheless, stucked in traffic jam for hours is the best place to learn patience.

eventhough kl is not so much vehicular hell like jakarta and bangkok when it comes to traffic jams, it is enough to burn my temperament.

according to the time magazine, swearing, (yeap..the F* word) alleviates physical pain and it works for women because they don't use it often. in men, the effect is slightly dull.

study found that when a person used a curse word, their heart rates were consistently higher than when they speak a neutral word. basically, swearing has an emotional response that trigger the reduction of pain - said the study's lead author.

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this will never happen in your life again?

i mark this particular time and call the beloved mr.M. (the context of what i say is none of others concern. just basically it is i love you and you love me back lah. but anyway, all time are precious because they will never come back - unless u believe in theory of relativity that past, present and future are all aligned in the same time).

doa pelindung

the pandermic is here

dear daisy,
what is wrong with our country's swine flu statistic. is the government misled us with fewer number of cases. (despite, we have higher mortality rate than worldwide with 4% compare to their's 0.4%)

i was at a clinic yesterday and hordes of people swarmed the place with flu and fever, the same situation also happened when i visited university clinic on the last friday for blood test. from my naked observation, it seems that more people are contracting with flu by day and this trend is upscaling.

i asked the doctor to test me for the flu but he refused. he said that the test was only for influenza A and not H1N1. the cost of the test is also expensive, at RM120++. there is no test kit available for this new strain of virus. ignorant patients are ripped off and this is sick!

here in bodohland, we have about 1,400 "confirmed" cases of AH1N1 infection, we have 6 deaths with a mortality rate of 4% and that is 10 times more. the last two victims were children without any underlying medical conditions. we always get standard autopsy report - heart and lung inflamed and this the only findings the so called experts could come up with.

so i guess, we have to be prepared with masks and vitamin C to combat in this battle. my mom called me few times yesterday to make sure that i go for check ups at government hospitals and eat lots of vitamin C. i'm sure all moms out there are very concern about their love ones.

i love my mom too... and i want her to be well...




my dear mia mia +) and she smells nice.
i love my niece and i wish this world is a better place for her and all future generations.

oh oh... i go slow

kelly clarkson on good morning show.
dear daisy,
how i wish to wake up feeling good this morning after dizziness and rise of temperature at forehead. maybe it is because of monday and i hate to go to work on monday due to traffic. however it has been two weeks of on and off fever and i haven't see any doctor yet.

while having breakfast in my bed, i read in the news that the sixth victim of swine flu is a eleven year old boy from johor bharu who only had a day of fever and when brought to hospital he was severely ill and tested positive for the flu.

i was like, "are you kidding me?"
"my God"
"i'm not prepare to die yet, there are so many things that i want to do in this life"
it doesn't matter how bad i refuse the inevitable upcoming, i have to come to my senses that life and death is indeed God's business.

because flu is innocuous, we take it for granted because it is just a flu, which easily go away with abundant of rest and sleep, plus two tablets of 250mg paracetamol.

death from swine flu is imminent, if not seeking proper medication. it is not like cancer, slowly ravaging your inner and out, eating you alive. moral of the story, i should go to see a doctor.

every cloud has its silver lining and it seems that everything that evolves around me has its silver lining too. i don't want to leave this bed. can i call a doctor??

solar eclipse

this morning is probably the best since 1958.

many part across asia are now witnessing the total eclipse, streching all the way from india to china. this is a momentus event in this life time because there will never be another long solar eclipse until 2132. it is the longest total solar eclipse in the 21st century which last 6 minutes and 39 second. the moon's shadow will travel across earth for 15150 km. right now i'm wathing live from allahabad, india and china via cnn - few of the first places to witness the eclipse.

solar eclipse is a very interesting phenomena that links between science and myth.

it is absolutely stunning view that suddenly plunge one's morning view into complete darkness, only shine from sun's corona is seen visible like a ring of fire at the sky.

i'm bed ridden and prefer to stay indoor because the weather outside is raining. my action do not align with those who believe in superstition. i'm having a slight fever and being at outdoor is not advicable.

it was Owe'some

dear daisy,
last night was the second match of malaysia team and manchester united after 3-2 defeat during last saturday game. even though that we lost 2-0 to the team, it was a tough and entertaining game as man U fans were also cheering and shouting support when our national team were about to score a goal. i was there with mr.M, my sister and brother, her bf and her bf's sister. (one big family huh!)

mom told me that she will knock me off if my little bro gets into trouble because i took him out without permission.

it was me and my sister surprise for his PMR trial next week. (a proof that we're cool sisters).

anyway, it was awesome and nice because owen was there.

empowering woman

me, taken on a la-la-land last year, my favorite pic with daisy.
empowering self and middle age crisis.
i heard this a lot from my dearly mom, she always says that married women should work and have career so that when men screwed up - there will be less financial burden or at least there is a little money to survive.

on the other hand, my husband thinks the other way round. "what is it with women that they have prejudice with their husband?"

"age" is the biggest issue here.
when reaching 40s, women are getting matured but men starting to get naughty. it is inevitable that aging is the biggest culprit in marriage. as aging process taking place, some men find that their relationship need rejuvenation or replacement, because the existing one is too bored to handle and there is no fascination about it.

i like to use the word "rejuvenate" because it is like giving a new breathe to old relationship, despite having a new one.

i'm 26, half broke, no asset and married. i'm far 7 year behind the age that most women find themselves attrative, financially stable and confident.

i don't agree that women should take over the power that God has given to men in marriage. the meaning of "empowering" is to equipt oneself mentally and financially of what may happen in future undertakings. one has to be acknowlegde too.

out of stock

dear daisy,
i just came back from pavillion and would like to note here that laura mercier's tinted moisturizer in all colors are not available until the next two weeks. even the oil free one also are out of stock.

laura mercier has promotion on mineral face powder and it comes with brushes and nice purse bag for makeups.

=)the promoter gave me a 14ml sample of silk creme foundation for trial.

it's thursday morning

dear daisy,
i arrived in this so called the panic room before 8 a.m. because there are a lot of works need to be done and i hate doing it in the middle of night. i am a morning person but sometimes sleeping can be so wonderful if it prolonged until mid day. i did not struggle much in the traffic. roads were partially congested before k.l somewhere around sungai besi toll heading to t.u.d.m and trust me, things would be worst if i was late twenty minutes. all the way from k.l by jalan maharaja lela straight to gombak was clear and smooth. =)i think that i can be a phone ranger, casting on traffic jams.

i'm having a breakfast and my eyes are now screening on today's headline. i need to be multitasking because twenty four hours is not enough. there are so much thing that i want to do.

yesterday mr.M bought me a gladiator, not that outstanding gold by jimmy choo but an acg (stands for all condition gear) of nike. the color is blue like slurpee, and its grey lining and surface look like the color of cloud in pastel. it's lovely and he told me that now i can walk safely at shore without getting any cut from coral and rock. (knowing how bad my foot hurt from last tioman visit). millions of thank you and i love you.

well this entry should end. i have thermodynamic class at ten and have to prepare class notes. pavillion sale starts today and my sister texted me to meet me sometime after noon. mama said that she will join and meet us there.

=)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.

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"the groom. i certainly sure about "izah" the bride.

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.

=)

while we were in terengganu

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).

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)

at kuantan...

=)
blogging from vistana, kuantan..

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).

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.

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.

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..

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.

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 a 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.

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.

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...

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..

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.

=)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.....

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...

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

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.

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.

7

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.

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).

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).

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.

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..

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...

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.

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.

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.

=)

dear daisy,

i received a lot of positive replies regarding my intention to further studies on biomaterials engineering. the most notable advice was from my former supervisor prof. lee who told me to broaden my views, not only in hydrogel areas but others as well. i'm thinking to submit an application for gre and toefl too. it's kinda creepy yet an adrenalin booster after so long of taking such exams.

i ate the lunch box that prepared from last night's. i'm still craving for something bitter/sweet to munch. not coffee. maybe something like it. mind you that i failed to quit on coffee. it's good that coffee is not available at this room.

an entry to a tag. my favorites.

person: mr.M (we're the M&Ms), i'm sorry to create this subject. couldn't resist.
channel: 413 (star movies)
radio: MIX f.m. (a little oldies but currently so into taylor swift)
car: beetle VW (yellow)
drink: hot lemon tea (it was caramel macchiato, but i'm thinking to quit and it fails a lot of time. coffees are drugs)
food: tom yam (and then i'll remove prawns, squids...it's the allergic)
love: the M&M's, travel, food hunting, cosmetics and of course, the whole big family.
hate: ten things i hate about u.
bag: balenciaga (that i told my mom i adore lindsey lohan's, mom thought that i was troublesome)
shoes: manolo blahnik and jimmy choo (the cost itself can kill me instantly, it's a month paycheck. they don't pay educator a hefty sum to be stucked up with designer's) well, in that case i love tracce that i bought at metrojaya, primavera and some clarks.
book: diary
pencil: pilot shaker 0.5mm,0.7mm
place: bern, switzerland. i think it is the most beautiful place that i've been so far. i'm looking forward for something magestic.
movie: transformer
cartoon: teen titans and spongebob
band: the american rejects (tyson ritter...oh)
dress: i love hand painted batik, so obsses to collect the whole wardrobe.

i'm tagging huda, shilashower, sumaya, zai, basz, baby, kamy and ihsan. in case i forget to mention anyone, i'm sorry. i'm just a person with limited brain capasity.

talc causes ovarian, lung cancer

note at wee hours

dear daisy,
i know that it is getting late, almost 2 a.m. and i just finished writing draft for my research proposal, an approach to diabetic wound healing suture. i accidentally slept after maghrib prayer and woke up a few minutes before eleven due to hunger. at that time i realized that mama was angry at me because i didn't help her at the kitchen nor washing the scruffy, dusty and earth powdered car. i nodded that it was my fault. deep inside, i blamed the hyperthyriod sickness. (truth is i was tired from driving after taking a long way to fetch mama. i missed the junction to k.l and straight away to damansara, then i took penchala link via a tunnel to get me to times square). maybe i was accostumed with sleeping on the way home.

sense of direction a.k.a s.o.d

well, it is cool to mention that i survived my first day driving to/fro work because of the exclusive ability in the sense of direction. i'm just lacking of the courage to switch lanes and rather take a distance route. that was why i directed to damansara this evening.

despite all the driving enthrallment, finally mama knew my dirty, little secret when she washed the car. she saw the scratch from unmanagable U-turn that i took because i accidently went inside the opposite direction. it was a panic reaction. at the end, i know that i should thank my fifteen year old brother who told me to reverse first before any further damage to the car. fortunately, it was just a deep scratch. however mama found that the clip that bind the bumper was missing. damn, i know that now i'm in a deep trouble. i can't hide the skeleton in my closet. it began to rot and fume undesirable smell.

i'm sorry mama.

owh, i hope to finish the writing by tomorrow.

eleventh hour

perfectly imperfect answers to those who claim that earth hour is merely publicity stunt because one of his reasons stated that the abundance of carbon dioxide (co2) is actually a blessing to country like malaysia and this help to promote photosynthesis as well as produce more oxygen.



me: well, it's true that vegetation needs co2 to produce its own food and oxygen. but we need the balance in the ecosystem. not all the trees that planted will be able to sequestrate all of the co2 in the atmosphere. it is like 8000 million metric tonnes being emmited per year (2004's reading) and the ratio one tree to one part is like 0.039 metric tonne per urban tree planted (taken from epa's website). do the maths are we having enough tree to suck up all the excessive co2?. mind you that the sequestration is dependent on growth rate, location, climate and etc.

that smart scientist: global warming is actually a paradox. earth has its system and we are coming to its edge of extra warming before the beginning of the new ice age.



dr. me: hey, i'm a scientist too. don't bull me with your idea that i don't know about the ice age. i watched that movie even before it was officially released in korea. my say is how do we define the abrupt changes of the weather in the past few years. we have hurricanes in places that had never been before, severe drought and rains which something that never happened before. all these have been linked to the abundance of co2 in the atmosphere by scientists.

and if global warming is a lie, they don't give IPCC's director a nobel prize for nothing.
IPCC = intergovernmental panel on climate change.

my final say, if you don't want to support earth hour - just switch on your light. it doesn't cost anything but your electricity bill. don't issue other's action on the earth hour. i know that not many of the participants are scientist. even my student sister participated. it doesn't need one mind as a scientist to understand the pandermic of global warming. just look at outside and feel the heat.

dear daisy,
i don't want to aggravate the issue. global warming is not a polemic. it's real and happening. it's hot out there, much hotter than when i was a child. let me tell you that i was fairer that time. even without a significant record, i know that the weather is changing.

happy earth day. don't forget to watch the elevent hour by leo di caprio at hbo tomorrow.

do recycle. save energy. use both sides of a paper. switch off the lights. just off the computer, never leave it until the next day.

lots of love,
an imposter for jordana brewster.
i drive to the office today. finally i graduated from taking public transportation. (i know that i should promote car pooling, well.. i'll drive to k.l and pick mama later.)

the heat of turbulence

dear daisy,
the first question that almost everyone asked me after granted "big licence to drive mama's car" is how does it feel to drive. well my unlikely response to everyone is actually like having an intercourse in sauna, an answer that stolen from coulthard after his race at sepang few years ago. wow, driving was terrifically amazing, that's originally my type of quote. however despite all sultry, sizzling and heart thumpting remarks - my honest answer is "i feel like jordana brewster at the end of the film fast and furious 4". minus the hair which mine trapped underneath a scarf and her luscious skin. so basically i'm just a normal type on her first time driving on the road.


it feels good to finally pass the driving test after struggling with maneuvering, parking and car phobic. i'm no longer spongebob squarepants alike. i refer to his driving ability that drove the mrs. puff the instructor crazy.

oh, i drive an automatic car.
that's definitely make sense.
and i know that everyone on the road pass their manual driving test, but still there are a lot of auto cars too.

the king of my heart

dear daisy,
i know it is a bit exaggerate that i already missing him so much.

a little too not over you

dear daisy,

Woman has Man in it;
Mrs. has Mr. in it;
Female has Male in it;
She has He in it;
Madam has Adam in it;

Okay, Okay, it all makes sense now...
I never looked at it this way before:

Ever notice how all of women ' s problems start with MEN?

MEN tal illness
MEN strual cramps
MEN tal breakdown
MEN opause
GUY necologist
AND ..
When we have REAL trouble, it' s a
HISterectomy..

taken from morning mail.

broken

listening to lindsey haun's broken, ost from broken bridge.

dear daisy,
i simply didn't bring those carbimazole pills because i don't want to lay down in fatigue for the whole day. taking yesterday as an example, i rather be in this solemn mood than experiencing fatigue that may effect my presence at school. i'm not sure why i felt so tired yesterday after consuming it. it might be a placebo effect because i think that every drug drives people restless. oh pray for me so that i'll be well. oh, please... i need to be well.

my life would suck without you

as i wrote before, i'd like kelly clarkson to sing the theme of my life.
my life would suck without you

dear daisy,
i've been counting days since his departure and not knowing when he will come back is so anticipating.

kenduri at kaklong's again

me and hostess, beloved kak long.
i see myself in screwed mode, well i was busy talking and didn't realize that my scarf was not in its position. that happened a lot when there's not many mirror available at the house. so blame kak long.

kenduri at kaklong's

great cousins with great sense of scrutism. everyone is greatly welcome if they could stand sarcasm. bob is getting engaged next month with zai zai zai. let see if she can survive.


me and ina, iwan's wife and three of us are sharing the same year of birth.

dear daisy,
it was saturday night after maghrib that most of the family member gathered at kaklong's house for prayer. at that time, papa uda just arrived from bangkok after four days working trip.

the blood test

dear daisy,
the blood test result came in this afternoon after an emergency call for allergic at the university health centre. it was surprise how suddenly my thyroid level went up so drastically, doubles from last month. starting today i have to start the medication and do compulsory blood test every month. i wish mr.M is here because i need him at this moment.

hands off, bayer!

dear daisy,
i love eating rice but when bayer announced that it will introduce its genetically modified rice it got me startled. i used to think that the first greenpeace campaign was successful halting all GE crops progression around the world. so i was wrong when i received a news letter this morning.

at foremost it is good to think that GE crops will enhance food productivity and eradicate starvation. however, come to rethink again, what is quantity without a quality?

the following reasons are why greenpeace is campaigning to ward off GE crops:

Genetic engineering is a threat to food security, especially in a changing climate. GE crops repeatedly failed under extreme weather conditions, and some GE plants yield consistently less than their natural counterparts. Earlier this year, GE farmers in South Africa, for example, lost more than 80,000 hectares of corn for unknown reasons. The best insurance policy against climate change and erratic weather conditions is diversity.

The introduction of GE organisms by choice or by accident grossly undermines sustainable agriculture and in so doing, severely limits the choice of food we can eat.

There have been over 140 documented cases of GE contamination in the past 10years. Once GE organisms are released into the environment, GE crops are out of control. If anything goes wrong, if crops fail, human health risks are identified or the environment is harmed, they are impossible to recall.

GE contamination threatens biodiversity. Biological diversity must be protected and respected as the global heritage of humankind, and one of our world's fundamental keys to survival.

i love basmathi and hope for its survival until my last day on earth. how dramatic.

choc-a-holic

dear daisy,
workload for accreditation makes me to eat almost half of a squared size chocolate cake this afternoon even after fried, greasy lunch. i wish that i will not be balloooned again at 60kgs. i have no idea why is my appetite is increasing and everything seems so delicious. i just can't resist mamma mia's food which laden with cheeze and potatoes. mamma mia serves mediterranean foods and i hardly say no-no for its lasagne and potatoes.

i've tution class tonight and mama will drive me there. i wish mr.M is here so i won't be hungry anymore.

he just not that into you

he just not that into you

dear daisy,
i'm nine months married and that's truly correct that i'm no longer in the market. as an academician, everyday i have to clad in baju kurung at the office. being in the same kind of attire stripped the sense of attractiveness out of naturally grown rockstar in me. i don't care about most guys who love women in silhoutte dress or sleek office attire. i just want to wear jeans.

i remember reading a few chapters of that book for free at a bookstore while spending time waiting for someone. it was a good book. best for anyone who believes in relationship theories and equations. i don't use book to tackle mr.M, i just said hi and the rest is history.

two days ago, the woman who sells ice cream in front of cafeteria shrugged me with a shocking statement which she believes that i was the one who took the first step before courting with now my husband. it was half correct and half incorrect because i did say hi and we didn't go out very well then. however the next day it was him who called for a coffee. i guess it had nothing to do with dos and don'ts courting formulas. it just happened. don't blame me. i was just a girl and he was so cute to resist. (i hope my mom won't read this because she thinks i'm too overrated with him)

i was at one utama last night for a midnight sneak peak with my sister. it was the fast and furious 4, featuring all original actors in the first one. prior that i was at the gardens for dinner with former korean graduates. we had korean delicacies at the food court, the food were nice but the drinks were terrible. i had headache with fresh fruit juice. it was over ripen and smelt funny. jd, tass, katak and yan houy were there. the toast was small but i had been a while since i met them.

life in the panic room has been hectic for the accreditation. i've to go to the department office for filing and whatever it takes to get good credit for our kulliyyah.

lunch time is over and life must go on.

the female brain

 

i think that the driving skills is accurate. ")

the male brain

 

both brain scans were taken from http://moonlightnightsstarryskies.blogspot.com/ go figure

eye of an examiner

dear daisy,
this is my first time conducting an examination at the school. supervising an examination is in fact a boring job especially when it takes three hours for a subject. i'm definitely not a fan. it was computer programming exam and i seriously don't have a clue about anything.

carpe diem.
xoxo

the big heart thing

dear daisy,
right now i'm just finished watching the first half of manchester u and aston villa match which tied at 1-1. now, it's the sweetest thing playing on hbo.

it was 10.00 p.m when suddenly i felt my hands shivered the moment i tried to pen down something on paper. it was some sort of parkinson on which i failed to tell my brain to stop the hands from shaking.

my heart beat faster than usual, a symptomatic of tachycardia resulted from excessive thyroid hormone level. i'm not sure of its usual count, but last month blood test showed that i was on the safe ground. i suppose there is nothing much to worry about this trembling hands.

the worrying of the disease to come back impedes the whole exultation to become pregnant again. i was thinking to get a blood test first thing in the morning. i hope the prognosis will be fine.

"the big heart thing" was obvious on the 2007's x-ray, resulted from high metabolic rate that caused excessive pumping to the heart. i just call it "the name" because despite to think something bad out of it, it is good to feel better. afterall, health start to frail when the mind doesn't function very well. so, think positive.

it must be the coffee.



damn right that i had two cups of coffee while watching "the bucket list" this evening. it was how i got the idea about "the big heart thing" when the palpitation started.

i might be so dramatic about life and so forth. it is okay to take chance and let out every feeling. who knows what might happen next?

today marked the fifth day of mr.M departure and i am so missing him. actually it was coffee that confined me to this writing. i just can't sleep and the football match is just too boring for me. it's 2-1 now with aston villa leading.

"the beautiful day"

it happened two years ago on the day i wished that my mediocre life would change. on that fine morning i had a breakfast at krispy kreme with a good friend, fretting about other's life that moved on pretty well and wished to meet someone special. it was evening on the same day that i happened to meet the future mr.M at an amusement park. our first encounter did not turn out very well but i remember writing about he was "the first star that i see tonight".

i truly miss him right now. i hope that the whole palpitation, sweat and tachycardia were just my worries about him. i wish him well with his work at offshore vietnam.

to sayang mr.M,
if you are reading this i want to wish you our happy second anniversary of meeting each other. it was such a serendipity and i hope there will be more beautiful years to come.
love, myra.

life without mr.M

dear daisy,
it is not easy when mr.M is not around. i've to wake up at 5.45 a.m everyday to chase 7.40 a.m erl to get me to bandar tasik selatan lrt station for an interchange. then, everything is as the same as before with the lrt and so forth. nevertheless, the journey is even more tiring.

everyday to work is like an adrenaline chase especially when i have to adjust the timing to be precise as my parent's. having a mom whose working hour is flexible and shoot out from the office at four, i have to make sure to arrive at erl somewhere around 5.30-6.00 p.m if i want to catch the same ride home. however the journey from gombak to k.l alone takes almost 45 minutes. then, transfering from one transportation to another until putrajaya will at least count for another hour. so, to keep the same pace with my mom, i suppose to leave the office by 3.30 p.m.

in another case senario, i have to wait for babah or he has to wait for me at the erl station.

luckily yesterday was fine. it was the first day without mr.M around. mama sent me to tution centre at night and waited for me at a shopping mall while i was teaching.

i wish mr.M is here so i don't have to face troubles with transportation. i wish mr.M is here so that my life is not as miserable as before. i wish mr.M is here so i don't have to miss him so much.

it is true that distance grows the heart fonder, everyday i pray for his safety and well being until his return. i never thought that i will be missing him so much because i was accustomed for being away from him during my masters studies.

right now only his picture accompanies me in the silent, panic room.

i wish to put the past away and start a new one because i know i love him so much. oh please, i wish for a satellite phone so that we can talk at least once a day.

a phone call

i just arrived at the office when mr.M called to say that his ship had started its engine for departure. not knowing until when the connection would be available, he told me to take care of myself.

i know from that call soon there would be a bye bye for a while until he reaches shore again. it was a mere dramatic episode because i don't want to hang up but still hanging on the buzzing line due to weak phone reception.

oh..so sad

confessions of a shoe-a-holic

dear daisy,
i stopped wearing heels to the university due to frequent bus chase. but still, line of shoes is waiting at the panic room.

baby when the lights go out

happy earth hour 2009