Sunday, December 21, 2014

that superb adventure

After a week of being almost completely off Facebook, my sanity is almost restored. As I was scrolling through the newsfeed while waiting for my flight early this morning I realized that nothing much has changed, the keyboard warriors are still seeing blackness in every white, the crazies are still trying very hard to show how crazy they can get, while the stalkers are still... hmmm, how do you put it kindly, stalking? *wink*

I can't say that I don't miss the bantering and more importantly I miss my gaggle of silly geese who believed in me and stood by me no matter what. True friends, you know who you are, and for you I'd risk my sanity.

Special shout out goes to those who cheered me throughout the whole boot camp, even though most of you didn't really know what's going on, such gems you are!

And for those who guided and helped me throughout the whole thing, right from the beginning (the roast chicken idea during the first round's brilliant!, sorry I couldn't pick more of your brain) right to the one who spent hours giving me ideas over Korean food, teh tarik and more lepak session. The one who was on nightly standby to help me with the presentation (and anything in between), and also my eating partner and airport ride, thank you, thank you, thank you for believing in me. I wouldn't have been able to make it that far without you all.

I am truly blessed.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

red or blue?

Red and blue pills, they say it'll take the blues away.

#loveandmisadventure #lullabies #langleav #poetry #poet #foodformysoul

Friday, October 31, 2014

Where Athene Spices magic happens

Can I ask for more? It is indeed a little piece of haven hidden amidst the bustling suburbs.

relau agrotourism centre.

Friday, October 10, 2014

27 Years

Can't believe it's been more than 27 years. I swear we are still the same preteen giggling goslings we were, having midnight snacks of odd stuffs that will cause us to act all weird and get us into trouble in the morning. Here's to fifty years more.

Okay I'll say it this time (after 25 years), I love you too, you dope!

Monday, October 06, 2014

no title

forty four minutes and forty seconds. a phone call. the whole world collapsed around her, as she fell from a ninety nine storey building only to be hit by a bullet train. and when they came to look at what's remain of the stupid gal, most didn't realize they were walking and kicking pieces of her, especially her heart shattered smithereens. no one can see that she's standing there watching it all in slow motion, feeling every minute pain replaying in her soul every sixtieth of a second. no one heard her scream, as it only reaches the moon, but there's no one there either. alone she is, as always.

Friday, October 03, 2014

The people you meet...

" In life, you will realize there is a role for everyone you meet.

Some will test you. Some will use you.

Some will love you and some will teach you.

But the ones who are truly important are

the ones who bring out the best in you.

They are the rare and amazing people

who remind you why it’s worth it"


Friday, September 12, 2014

Project Gratitude Day 3

Project Gratitude Day 3 (I can't do it on daily basis, but I will complete the 7 days, I promise)

Today I am grateful for :

1. ... friends. Old ones, new ones, those I grew up with, the one friendships I forge through cyberworld. The one that reads my mind and those who think I am beyond help. The one who loves me unconditionally, the one still trying to figure me out. Those who are my perpetual cheerleaders and a few who just know when I truly need them and then there's you who are a constant in my life.

2. ...possibilities that pops up when I least expect it.

3. ...the passion I have for life that made me who I am today.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Stupid silly girl

You stupid silly girl!

After all this is over, we are going to have a talk, and I am going to tell you what I told myself two decades ago.

The world does not revolve around you or your existence. With or without you the the sun will still shine tomorrow.

So little girl, you have a long long life ahead of you, happiness and heartache will be part of parcel of it all.

Nothing and no one is worth making you feel that you don't have friends and family who love you enough to stand by you.

We love you very much. What matters now is that you are alright.

p/s: I promise the lectures will come later"

Growing Pain

You stupid silly girl!

After all this is over, we are going to have a talk, and i am going to tell you what I told myself two decades ago, the world does not revolve around you or your existence. With or without you the the sun will still shine tomorrow. So little girl, you have a long long life ahead of you, happiness and heartache will be part of parcel of it all. Nothing and no one is worth making you feel that you don't have friends and family who love you enough to stand by you.

We love you very much. What matters now is that you are alright.

p/s: I promise the lectures will come later.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Set Free

You don't need her anymore
No more sad stories to share
Your soul tortured no more

She set you free a long time ago
Yet you kept coming back
Asking for a bit of love
Craving for her attention
Begging for her shoulder to cry on

Never once she turns you away
It doesn't matter you weren't there
During her darkest hour

Again, today she sets you free
From your bond of friendship
From your promise of eternal love
From your pact of renewal

She feels no guilt
That you are not
Important to her
As you once did

She's setting herself free too

Friday, August 08, 2014

My other father

A chance meeting is always wonderful, and today I got to meet one of my favorite person in the world, my 'other' father

Having been there all through out my childhood and most parts of my adult live, he's one of those who always believed in me, foreseeing me doing things that I never thought I'd do. I remember how happy he was when he discovered what I've been up to lately.

I am sorry I have been a shabby daughter to you, not visiting as often as I should, and all those times I let my stubbornness get between us.

Hope I make you proud Ammi Pakeer. The little gal that used to ride at the back of your bicycle is finally grown up.

Friday, July 25, 2014

our souls belong in poetry, our faces in artistic shots

You and I, we are the same, our souls belong in poetry, our faces in artistic shots.

You just made me smile which in turn is growing into a grin. People must be wandering what has tickled my fancy. Who has amused this lonesome soul who has not taken her eyes off her books in hours, or said a word to anyone. I wander what stories they are concocting in that minds of theirs. Just hope that they have a tiny bit of imagination.

You were born at just the right moment,old souls like us can’t be part of the age and history that we love so much.

As we create our own memories, we learn from the past, knowing how things should be done.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

We are a nation of bullies

 We are a nation of bullies and religion; race and politic has nothing do with it. We bully people everywhere, it's becoming a national past time. We even bully people while discussing about bullies.

With pride we are competing to show the ugly side of us that used to be shamefully well hidden.

Orang tak aibkan kita, kita yang berpusu pusu nak tunjuk aib kita.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Anais and Henry

Someone sent me this on my birthday last year. It cured me of my melancholia.

The message attached reads,

"This is my all-time favorite love letter, something for you to read today, on you birthday (to cheer you up) :-)"


In 1932, months after first meeting in Paris and despite both being married, Cuban diarist Anaïs Nin and hugely influential novelist Henry Miller began an incredibly intense love affair that would last for many years and, along the way, generate countless passionate love letters. Below, in my humble opinion, is one of the most powerful examples, written by Miller in August of 1932 shortly after a visit to Nin's home in Louveciennes.

August 14, 1932


Don't expect me to be sane anymore. Don't let's be sensible. It was a marriage at Louveciennes — you can't dispute it. I came away with pieces of you sticking to me; I am walking about, swimming, in an ocean of blood, your Andalusian blood, distilled and poisonous. Everything I do and say and think relates back to the marriage. I saw you as the mistress of your home, a Moor with a heavy face, a negress with a white body, eyes all over your skin, woman, woman, woman. I can't see how I can go on living away from you—these intermissions are death. How did it seem to you when Hugo came back? Was I still there? I can't picture you moving about with him as you did with me. Legs closed. Frailty. Sweet, treacherous acquiescence. Bird docility. You became a woman with me. I was almost terrified by it. You are not just thirty years old—you are a thousand years old.

Here I am back and still smouldering with passion, like wine smoking. Not a passion any longer for flesh, but a complete hunger for you, a devouring hunger. I read the paper about suicides and murders and I understand it all thoroughly. I feel murderous, suicidal. I feel somehow that it is a disgrace to do nothing, to just bide one's time, to take it philosophically, to be sensible. Where has gone the time when men fought, killed, died for a glove, a glance, etc? (A victrola is playing that terrible aria from Madama Butterfly—"Some day he'll come!")

I still hear you singing in the kitchen—a sort of inharmonic, monotonous Cuban wail. I know you're happy in the kitchen and the meal you're cooking is the best meal we ever ate together. I know you would scald yourself and not complain. I feel the greatest peace and joy sitting in the dining room listening to you rustling about, your dress like the goddess Indra studded with a thousand eyes.
Anais, I only thought I loved you before; it was nothing like this certainty that's in me now. Was all this so wonderful only because it was brief and stolen? Were we acting for each other, to each other? Was I less I, or more I, and you less or more you? Is it madness to believe that this could go on? When and where would the drab moments begin? I study you so much to discover the possible flaws, the weak points, the danger zones. I don't find them—not any. That means I am in love, blind, blind. To be blind forever! (Now they're singing "Heaven and Ocean" from La Gioconda.)
I picture you playing the records over and over—Hugo's records. "Parlez moi d amour." The double life, double taste, double joy and misery. How you must be furrowed and ploughed by it. I know all that, but I can't do anything to prevent it. I wish indeed it were me who had to endure it. I know now your eyes are wide open. Certain things you will never believe anymore, certain gestures you will never repeat, certain sorrows, misgivings, you will never again experience. A kind of white criminal fervor in your tenderness and cruelty. Neither remorse nor vengeance, neither sorrow nor guilt. A living it out, with nothing to save you from the abysm but a high hope, a faith, a joy that you tasted, that you can repeat when you will.

All morning I was at my notes, ferreting through my life records, wondering where to begin, how to make a start, seeing not just another book before me but a life of books. But I don't begin. The walls are completely bare—I had taken everything down before going to meet you. It is as though I had made ready to leave for good. The spots on the walls stand out—where our heads rested. While it thunders and lightnings I lie on the bed and go through wild dreams. We're in Seville and then in Fez and then in Capri and then in Havana. We're journeying constantly, but there is always a machine and books, and your body is always close to me and the look in your eyes never changes. People are saying we will be miserable, we will regret, but we are happy, we are laughing always, we are singing. We are talking Spanish and French and Arabic and Turkish. We are admitted everywhere and they strew our path with flowers.

I say this is a wild dream—but it is this dream I want to realize. Life and literature combined, love the dynamo, you with your chameleon's soul giving me a thousand loves, being anchored always in no matter what storm, home wherever we are. In the mornings, continuing where we left off. Resurrection after resurrection. You asserting yourself, getting the rich varied life you desire; and the more you assert yourself the more you want me, need me. Your voice getting hoarser, deeper, your eyes blacker, your blood thicker, your body fuller. A voluptuous servility and tyrannical necessity. More cruel now than before—consciously, wilfully cruel. The insatiable delight of experience.


Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Low key affair fortieth

Triple Espresso German Chocolate Cake with Vanilla Caviar Cream and Mixed Berries that I baked for my fortieth last week.

A simple no-fuss recipe because I was very busy yet I wanted to keep up with the tradition of baking for myself that I started a few years ago.

Wish you were all here too. Yes, you. Especially you.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mama grew up with me

My mom became a mother at the tender age of fifteen. We basically did our growing up together, she living her youth and I was pretending to be an adult. At times I do feel terrible, like I robbed her of her youth and made her grow up extra fast when she wasn't exactly ready for it. I was not the easiest child to raise especially when she was still a kid herself. But through it all we've made it, all the forty years of it. For that I thank you Mama, for giving me life, for the live we lived and most of all for the unique relationship we share.

Happy Mother's Day Mama.

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

14,484 days

May I always live up to the spirits
of these great women of Islam, 
and also my grandmothers, 
Zeynab and Fatima.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

The Promise and Popinjay Soap Part II

Funny how a mention of word could trigger such memories. Someone mentioned the Popinjay Soap on one of my Facebook post yesterday, and that has led me to thinking of Tok Nani and her green  Popinjay soaps. And I started telling the story, bit by bit it blossomed into the post before this and now this one too.

Someone asked me if my Tok Nani or any of us kept in touch with her biological family. Well no, she lost contact with them right from the beginning. She wasn't told that she was adopted until after her marriage, even though people wondered why she looked so different from the rest of the siblings who are younger than her in looks and color. They were all dark skinned and with sharp features. And double eyelids. While she had flat onion shaped nose, eyes that were not quite slits but distinctively oriental. And her skin, creamy soy milk-like, which breaks out with freckles whenever exposed to the sun, something I inherited but my mom doesn't.

Years later, when the flashes of memories finally clicked with the whispers she heard as a child from the nannies, cooks and drivers, she asked around about her origins, but for some reason the adults weren't too keen in talking about it. A few nuggets of informations that she managed to gather here and there say that she may have a younger sister who were also given up just before her parents went back to Japan.

Sometimes during the late 50's or 60's one of my uncles met a lady who was the spitting image of my grandmother, she took to him really well, treating him like a son even though she was some VIP wife in the northern state of Penang. Perhaps she knew something, maybe she had some answers. Too bad my uncle didn't pursue it.

By late 70's and early 80's when my mom and some of her siblings started pursuing the search, most of the elders that may be party to the information has already passed on. Some of her (adopted) siblings and children remain steadfast that she's their biological sister though.

She may have been raised in a typical Penang Jawi Pekan family with strong roots in the Indian Muslim cultures. She may have lived her live steeped in the Mami lifestyle, instilling the values into the lives of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, but there's no mistaking her origins.

disclaimer : this story was written based on stories I heard from my late grandmother, uncles and aunt. while no fictionalization was added, I can't guarantee that all facts are accurate. Like I said, too bad I was born a few decades too late.

The Promise and Popinjay Soap

My late maternal grandmother was adopted at the age of four. It was in the turbulent days of post Great War. Not out of poverty, not due to any dire circumstances. It was all because of a promise. A promise made between two good friends. Two who were of different religion, race and nationality. Two men who became friends from working together, yet trusted each other more than blood brothers. A promise between a man who kept losing his child and another one who longs for one.

She only had two vivid memories of her Japanese biological parents.

One was that they use Poppinjay soap in their household, and that's why she uses them for as long as I can remember. Every visit to her Kampung Melayu house I will see rows upon rows of the green soap, she was buying and stocking up on them like they were going out of fashion.

The other was that walk from the their house to the waiting buggy, and the long drive up the avenue-like driveway to her new home, the whole journey shaded by trees on both sides of the path. She was dressed in a red flouncy dress. Her straight hair falling to her chin.

That was the day they gave her up to their best friend, to keep to the promise they made even before her birth. They kept to their promise out of love no matter how difficult it must have been.

In memories of my Tok Nani, Kechik Fatimah binti Abdullah, her biological parents and the family of Mamak Chelom who raised her like a princess, believing that she brought with her good fortunes.

disclaimer : this story was written based on stories I heard from my late grandmother, uncles and aunt. while no fictionalization was added, I can't guarantee that all facts are accurate. Like I said, too bad I was born a few decades too late.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Tea with Honey and Vinegar Smoothie

Oolong Tea with Honey and Date Vinegar Smoothie


3g oolong tea
350ml hot water
2 tbsp honey
1 tbsp date vinegar
4 cups ice


Steep tea in hot water for 15 minutes. Strain tea and leave to cool. Put all ingredients in smoothie maker or blender and whizz. Serve immediately.

Serves 2.

Friday, March 28, 2014

MH370 : Who has the right to sensitive confidential information

I strongly agree that valid points and informations MUST be shared. With the relevant investigating team, and NOT with the general public who will only use such information to further speculate and and create more theories leading to more tension not only among the people of Malaysia but also internationally.

While we can't possibly stop them from such obsession, the governments and the military and private bodies involved in the SAR should not keep on feeding this 'authorized and unauthorized journalists and spokespersons' addiction. Unauthorized insider informations 'leakage' should be dealt with with utmost severity.

Looking at #CNN lately, we know how 'credible' these people can get with lack of valid information.


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

MH370 : Have a heart, be kind

Alright people, I am going to say this once and get it over with.

I have thought and thought and this is what I think.

The family and friends of the passengers and crew of #MH370 have every right to grieve in any way they wish to. It's their loss, it's their tragedy. They are the one with their world crashing down on them, their children will no longer have a parent, parents losing a child or a whole family, a spouse is gone, a lover no more, a co-worker won't be coming back to work. It's their personal tragedy, we are only concerned citizens, there's a vast difference between the two, don't mix them up. Don't delude yourself into thinking you are a stakeholder too.

If they are going to cry and wail, let them, if they want to start blaming people, it's up to them, it's all part of the grieving and healing process. We have no right to criticize them, telling them to move on. It's happening right now, they are experiencing it now. Just let them be. Have a heart.

Imagine yourself in their shoes, you are sad, angry, confused, you can't even comprehend your feelings, then you have a reporter shoving a camera in your face, asking you how you feel, pretending to care when all they want is a good angle for a story. Failing which they will plant ideas into your head, saying this and that to get a respond from you, angering you into a more traumatic respond. How will you act if you are in their shoes? Calmly? It's easier said than done.

Now, will the media, both international and local stop sensationalizing everything? Leave them in peace at this very trying time. Stop instigating them to turn this into a 'terrorist-hunt' just because the pilots are Muslim and Malaysia is a Muslim country. Have you no shame taking advantage of such tragedy? For what? Ratings? World policing?

What you are doing now, and with the field-day the media is having, turning this into a 'circus-pantomine-talkshow' is just plain cruel and not helping at all.

Don't even let me get started on those politicizing every angle of the tragedy, you people are lower than scum!

As for the rest of 'wannabe-journalist-but-stuck-on-FB' people, straight-jacket and muzzle yourselves already! Remember karma bites back, sooner than you may care to realize.

There, I've said it. This is my personal view, and I choose to be humane.

p/s: so I realize I may lose a few friends over this, but like I said before, if you can't accept my differing opinion, we must have not been friends in the first place.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

How MH370 was found

from Bangkok Post

LONDON - The satellite operator Inmarsat said Monday it managed to work out which direction the missing Malaysia Airlines plane flew in by measuring the Doppler effect of hourly 'pings' from the aircraft.
Malaysia's prime minister announced earlier that the Inmarsat analysis of flight MH370's path placed its last position in remote waters off Australia's west coast, meaning it can only have run out of fuel above the southern Indian Ocean.

Inmarsat explained how they plotted models of the flight's route by measuring the Doppler effect of satellite pings, giving corridors arcing north and south along which the plane could have flown for at least five hours.
Despite the plane's communication systems being switched off, satellite pings were still bouncing back from the aircraft, which which vanished on March 8 with 239 people on board while flying from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing.

The pings are sent from a ground station to a satellite, then onto the plane, which automatically sends a ping back to the satellite and down to the ground station.

They do not include global positioning system (GPS) data, time or distance information.
So the British satellite operator measured the amount of time it took for the pings to be returned.
"We looked at the Doppler effect, which is the change in frequency due to the movement of a satellite in its orbit," Chris McLaughlin, Inmarsat's senior vice president of external affairs, told Britain's Sky News television.

"What that then gave us was a predicted path for the northerly route and a predicted path the southerly route."

"We don't know whether the plane stayed at a constant speed; we don't know whether its headings changed subsequently," he explained.

Therefore, "we applied the autopilot speeds -- about 350 knots. We applied what we knew about the fuel and range of the aircraft to hit the series of ping information we had.

"Normally you'd want to triangulate, often you'd have GPS. But because aircraft in that region are not mandated to send out signals of their location we were working from blind, so this is very much a unique approach, the first time it's been done."

They then compared those figures to data from other Malaysia Airlines planes and similar flight routes, which definitively showed the plane could only have been going down the southern corridor, and would eventually have run out of fuel.

They established an "extraordinary matching" between Inmarsat's predicted southern path and readings from other planes on such routes.

The BBC reported that as far as could could be worked out, the plane was flying at a cruising height, above 30,000 feet (9,100 metres). They found no evidence of fluctuating heights.

Inmarsat handed over new information to Britain's Air Accidents Investigation Branch on Sunday for checking.

"By yesterday they were able to definitively say that the plane had undoubtedly taken the southern route," said McLaughlin.

He called for all commercial aircraft to be fitted with existing technology that would mean a plane cannot go missing.


Inna lilLahi wa inna ilayhi raji`oon.

Verily, unto Allah do we belong and, verily, unto Him we shall return. #MH370 #alfatihah

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Ethics in C&P

When posting/sharing something on your wall, something that is not an original work of yours, it would be great if you could put the credit as part of the first paragraph. As we all know most people don't bother to read past a few paragraphs, what's more all the way to the end where you usually put the credit, if you bothered to. I know you mean well, and the article you shared are brilliantly worthy, but please give credit where it's due, right at the top and not buried deep eleven scrolls down.

And to those passing off works of others as their very own, you are only as original as what you share. We know that you don't suddenly develop great writing skill overnight, so please spare yourself from public shaming, give credit where it's due. People will at least compliment you for your great choice of read.

#notoplagiarism #givecreditwhereitsdue


I was about to respond to you, everything was all typed, everything I always wanted to say but never had the courage to, my thoughts has finally been translated into words. For you. 

All that I need to do was to hit 'enter', but my finger found the 'backspace' key instead and I started clicking. And clicking. Until all has been erased. Like I never wrote it, like I never gave it the slightest thought.

Sometimes silence is the best way to go. I just wish you know that, and not think it's a sign of weakness or submission. Sometimes you got to appear weaker in order to be the bigger person. I just wonder where's  the backspace key to the thoughts in my mind, because there's a lot that need erasing.

Monday, March 17, 2014

MH370 : Maybe the answer has been staring at us all these while

We, non-stakeholders are on a need to know basis. Some information which are deemed to be too sensitive will never be released, that we got to accept. 

We need to read and listen properly, think of who (or their assets) has been going out of their way to give misleading information, out to make Malaysia look bad in every sense? Who has been pointing in one direction and adamant that's the right one. Who always seem to be policing the world, knowing every nook and crannies of the deepest cave, eyes trained on every spot on earth, yet now keeping mum, funnily none of the so called respectable media's are calling them out. 

As much as love our nation, I don't believe we are capable of such cover up, so who do you think is responsible for either the whole thing or its cover up. I understand withholding information pending investigation, but eventually the ought to be some conclusion, I don't mind waiting. 

The most important thing right now is to find the aircraft with all the passengers and crew alive and safe.

Occam's Razor perhaps? #mh370 #prayformh370

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Friday, March 14, 2014

Allies but never friends?

On this solemn Friday, I woke up to discover that I've earned my first Facebook stripes of honor of the year. I have been unfriended for standing and speaking up for what I believe in. In a way I am proud to know that the persons thinks I am a big enough threat to the universe that revolves around them. 

I am also glad I never told them not to think too highly of themselves, I don't make a post specially for one person, I only write when I think the issue is too rampant, I don't either have the time or energy just to rant about anyone in specific.

There are many more who don't believe in putting another person in their place for differences in opinions, that's why we can coexist peacefully, for this I am thankful. Friendships, both in real life and on social media are too precious to be confined within the limitations of sharing the same ideals and opinions, it's the varieties that makes us all the more interesting. 

While I am a tiny bit disappointed, I realized something else, perhaps we were just foot soldiers of the same allies who met and fought alongside each other in the same war, but we never really became friends. And because of that, a battle that sees us on the opposite end ends what could have been a good friendship.

Have a great weekend peeps.

Monday, March 10, 2014

#pray4mh370 : They are doing their job, what are you doing?

I think it's about time you good people realize that there must be a real good reason for MAS and the government of Malaysia for being tight-lipped about the on going investigation of #mh370. Look at all possible angles, think hard, read between the lines and then think again. But more importantly, stop your ceaseless complainings, questioning MAS decision to have their very own 'crisis management team' instead of hiring one ( I doubt they are taking any cost cutting measure at this point), and also accusing them of inefficiency and slow in responding. Think of the possibility that this may be bigger than we think it is. And trust me when I say that even with the 'controlled information' there's so much rubbish flying around on social media, it will be worse when the truth is out. These BIAWAKs impersonating concerned citizens just want more juice so that they can continue flaunting their 'intelligence' and communication prowess, it's frustrating that everything they want to say someone else has said it better. 

We as a nation has never faced this situation in the the same circumstances. Tanjung Kupang was eon ago, and there's no social media then just a bunch of people hanging at the village coffee shop. Things has got to be handled differently this time, especially considering the circumstances surrounding/leading to the event. The government and MAS are not interested in feeding your curiosity, their main mission is to find the plane. Period.
There's real people out there carrying what's considered the biggest search and rescue mission ever. People using their expertise in this moment of crisis with only one purpose, to recover the plane with all the crew and passengers, hopefully alive and well. 

And then there's the chameleon experts on social media - commonly known as BIAWAK, their area of expertise seems to switch from one to another depending on the trending topic. They complain about everything, have an opinion on every single topic discussed, they diss everyone for not doing their job properly, they think the government doesn't know what they are doing, they compliment to high heaven anything foreign, be it media for sensational reportings or for sending help in the SAR mission.

So go ahead and whine, read all stories and rumour from mainstream media and unverified sources. Believe what you want, be share-happy as much as it makes you happy. Study and investigate all the possible conspiracy theories that you come across. Take it personally that they are just doing this to irritate you.

Or you can join me in continuing with praying for the best, as we wait for official statements from the authorities. At this juncture, anything else doesn't carry weight to me, be it fron CNN or Awani I take them as unsubstantiated rumors and there's nothing more to it. Let's wait for the plane to be found, then you guys can work on your human stories all you want. I promise to commend how smart and eloquent you are then.


Saturday, March 08, 2014

Is this the kind of material our nation is reading?

I'd ban the book even without the use of the word Allah. Look at the atrocious grammar and mangled Bahasa Melayu used!

If there's anyone that you people should be upset of, it's the publisher and the editor for such shoddy job which has let to a major public outcry and making us as a nation look bad especially after the mala fide kind of reporting by Malaysiakini and it's kind. I do believe it was done on purpose, to see how far they can push the use of the word amidst all the Herald controversy and to continue vilify the BN led government.

Oh for heaven's sake, if you are so worried of depriving you and the rest of Malaysian fans of the this copy of the Ultraman saga, go ask the publisher to retranslate the book, and do it without the Google Translate standard of translation. I bet there won't be any banning this time!

To those who thinks that no child or adult will get confused by such translation, all I got to sat is not everyone had your privileged growing up years (and not say to you 'case and point...'), lucky you. Hope you raise your children to be better than you. Make sure they don't read books and magazines with bad translation and terrible grammar either, or they may end up not as well as you are.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

beginning of the end?

all that you had to say,
was to remind me 
of our differences
mock me,
for my believe
taunt me,
for being less
than your ideal

who I have always been 
sickens you, 
repulsive to your eyes,
I am your enemy

but thank you,
I am touched,
that you did all this
on my day

for now,
I can always remember
how friendship
turns to hostility,
over something
that we agreed
will never
come between us

you've made my day
extra special,
for that
I am totally indebted,

thank you
for teaching me,
that sometimes
you can't have it all

and truly,
I am glad,
I don't belong to you,