Ok, you may stop visiting my blog for the coming few weeks. There'll be no updates. Until when? I don't know yet.. just come here again after a few weeks, ok. Take care everyone!

Alah Ubi, macam la ada orang nak miss your blog pun!

I say well..

I'm losing it..

Went to the library looking for some books. Found myself a seat and start reading. After 15 minutes, I found myself still reading the first para. I must have dozed off.

It was almost closing time, so I went down with the books I need. There was a queue at the circulation desk. For faster checkout I headed straight to the self checkout machine. Took out my student card and put it under the card reader. An error sign came out on the screen. Ok, perhaps I should do it once again. Remove the card and put it back again.

"unable to read. please go to circulation counter"

Demit! Now I have to join the queue. There must be something wrong with the card. My new student card. dah la gambar baru gelap gile, tak nampak muka aku pun, kad pulak takleh baca, hampeh betul!

Then came my turn.

"Hi there, I tried the self checkout machine, but it couldn't read my card. Could you please check?"

The guy behind the counter took a look at my card and smiled.
*apsal pulak mamat ni sengih2*

"XX Uni?"

"Sorry?" *blank face*

"That's the card for XX Uni library. You have to use YY Library card here"

"Argh..Oh no.. sorry. No wonder the machine couldn't read it!!" *malu siottt*

"Never mind, sometimes students even give us ATM cards"

*took out the CORRECT student card*

I swear I thought I had the correct card in my hand!

you are the wind beneath my wing..

It must have been cold there in my shadow,

to never have sunlight on your face.

You were content to let me shine,that's your way.

You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,

while you were the one with all the strength.

A beautiful face without a name for so long.

A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,

and everything I would like to be?

I can fly higher than an eagle,

for you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,

but I've got it all here in my heart.

I want you to know I know the truth,

Of course I know it.

I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?

You're everything I wish I could be.

I could fly higher than an eagle,

for you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?

You're everything, everything I wish I could be.

Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,

for you are the wind beneath my wings,

'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.

You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly away.

You let me fly so high.

Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,

so high I almost touch the sky.

Thank you, thank you, thank God for you,

the wind beneath my wings.

A little bit of action

I was just about to have my second helping of fried behoon when a friend noticed smoke and fire from our neighbour's compound.

"hey.. there's smoke.. oh my God.. FIRE!!"
"haa!! gosh.. it's big"
"eh, Ubi call the fireman" (she rushed out to check on neighbour)
"hey what number to call, I just got here, I can't remember what number to use... hey what's the number?!!" *frantically looking at the wall, fridge and all around hoping they stick some important number on it*
"No need to call, they've called the fire service.. they're on the way"(shouting from outside)
"oh no..the fire's spreading, if it spreads to the hedgerow on our side, our garage will burn"
"Go save the stuff in the garage!!"(quickly removing boxes, bikes and stuff)

So it was an evening of watching some actions (well, actually tak ler 'action' mana.. lepak jer abang bomba tu sembur air), getting waves and smiles from one cute young fire fighter *winks* (the others are bapak2 yg udah tua), and carrying things out of and then back into the garage.

Thank you Abang Bomba!

*note to self- go memorize all emergency numbers

From Ganu with Love

Tajuk omputeh.. tapi hari ning nok belog kut teganung (to non Ganu-speak, you just have to bear with me). Hari ni hari terakhir saye ade dumoh, walaupung baru je sapa dumoh smalang. Oloh hehhh.. kalu naik kapa trebang hok teket muroh tu (konongnye lah muroh.. padahal bayor mahal smacang), dok pernoh la yer 'ontime', kite ni gok, kang maing mari awal, pah pah kapa trebang dok sapa sapa.. sejang pulok kene tunggu.

Lening saye tengok kapong saye koho laing dohh.. Mok kate ramai orang hok duk dekat sunga tu kene ppindoh sebak orang nok wat jalang besor nok gi tah Pula Wamang. Mujo rumoh saye dok kene etek. Pula Wamang tu hok orang nok buat Tamang Tamadung Islang tu lah. Ade skali mase saye balik dulu Ayoh ajok gi tengok pula tu, sebab saye dari kecik dok rajing pung gi ppula tu walaupong dekat seppeh je nge rumoh saye. Saye budok dok nanor mane mase kecik dulu.. kawang2 sekapong saye biase doh gi mmaing ppula tu, sayer je dok braning nok gi sebak orang kata ada tebuang tanoh di tambok batu hok sambung tah gi ppula. Jadi hari tu Ayoh pun bawok la saya naik muto kapcai.. sapa2 pula tu dok leh nok masuk, yer sekat sebak orang nok mule doh pembinaang Mesjid Kristel.. jadi orang awang dok leh ah masuk. Dok sapa jugok la hajat nok tengok keliling Pula Wamang.

Jalang kapong lening pong koho besor doh, siak ade 'divider' lagi ttengoh jalang, tapi dok siak lagi. Takdi saye gi ambik anok sdare balik skoloh. Ttuoh sungguh budok llening, skoloh baru dekat seppeh gitu pun orang ator ambik naik ketter. Dulu gok, jjalang lahh kite ni naik bukit turung bukit nok gi skoloh beloh alik Paloh nung... silap haribulang juppe bewok rriang besor kat rretok nok nittah sungai. Pendek kata, 'scary' giler ah kalu nok jjalang ssorang gi skoloh dulu. Le ning bukit hok saya naik turung tu pong jadi kawasang muziong doh, jalang come luah molek doh. Bewok rriang pun tak dok doh.

Sapa-sapa smalang Mok buat tuppat sotong.. sedak ooo. Pagi ni pulok Mok oder nasi dagang nge CikNgohHawe, perghhh.. sedak menjilat jari! makang lagiiii...

Tuppat sotong.. yum yum

Clockwise: Hasidah, Mas Sejemput, Akok Nissang, Cek Mek Molek

Ade skali hari tu mase duk cakak nge kawang, saye sebut pasa mah jepput (mas sejemput), budok separuh Ganu tu kate die dok kenal mah jepput. Jadi tu saye nok tunjuk dalang gambor tu. Itu la mah jjeput. Mah jjeput ni orang bukang makang hari-hari, sokmo orang buak kalu nok buat hatorang kaweng, letok atas por.


*To adenium- kalu mu nnikoh esok2, don't forget to include mas jepput as one of the hantarans ok!

Step on the scale, please.

I read in the The Sun weeks ago, a hotel in Norden, northern Germany charges its guests by the kilo for an overnight stay. Guests are required to step on scales upon their check-in and pay half a euro for every kg of their weight. That’s brilliant idea! Hehehe.. I know, not for everyone, but that gives 'lighter' people like me a privilege. Well, we the lighter ones don’t really have any privilege do we? we still pay an adult fee/fare for everything even when our weight could be less than some primary school kids.

Ok, I know I may infuriate some people with this idea, but I think air carriers should use this pay-by-body-weight method too. Since the amount of fuel consumed increase with the total weight of the aircraft and its contents (ok, I might not get the fact right here.. donno any physics formula anymore), why not ask passengers to step on scales together with their luggage and pay up according to their body weight plus luggage. I’ve been grumbling everytime I have to pay for access baggage. It is just not fair when I’m asked to pay for excess when the total of my weight and my luggage is far less than the weight of one big guy sitting a few seats next to me without his luggage. Tak aci ok..

Why do you love me and leave me and never say goodbye?

WHY?

You used to hold my hand so tight. Not a day passed by without you clinging on to me and I never got bored looking at your face. I thought we would get the chance to celebrate our 10^th anniversary together.How could you leave me without a proper goodbye? How could you leave me when you know I can’t afford to find someone new (read: I’m broke!).

Huk huk hukkk… I lost MY WATCH :(

‘He’ was still there with me when the bus I boarded arrived at Pudu. when I took a glance at him, it was 12.04 a.m. I went down, took my backpack from the luggage storage and walked towards the Shell station waiting for a friend to come and fetch me. After a while I looked at my left wrist to check on the time again. By then, HE’S GONE! I looked all around the place and the road where I passed, he was nowhere to be seen.

Forget shopping for a new stylo mylo watch, can't afford it now. I’ll go hunt for a replacement in Petaling Street… unless if anyone kind enough to buy me a new one *wink.. wink.. *

<--My last pic with HIM

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