I will be cuti for a while,
-My comp is broken,
push the start button and after a while,
shut down by itself. why ha?
-filantera is getting married.
(That is my brother you know)
-i have lots of story to tell,
but very few words to describe it.
(kena baca novel cinta la lagu nih..)
-its the end of the year of 2010,
so got to compile everything from
the early year and start thinking
new azam for next year.. Humm
i hope i can get back soon,
hope the best for u guys too..
happy year end ok.. i
ts 20ii, hope the year will be filled
with yang indah indah belaka
missing u from the very core of my bones,
tingling like i'm mildly electricuted,
bugging me like a fly dat dont leave my nose.
miss u baby... miss u much ^^;
Monday, December 20, 2010
I will be cuti for a while,
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 1:05 PM
Thursday, December 09, 2010
this was not the actual scene..
but the story was true..
maktuk was true..
the tea was true..
and the bone? was true too
Farid came to my house the other day with his wife and
two years old Aleya, as u guys already have known,
Farid is just a common name i use to describe a man..
who i dont think appropriate to put the actual name here.
Farid is a friend of us not only with me, but with all of
our families, the kind of friend who we got the privilege
of knowing not only his secret, but his family's secret
and also the whole history that made him the man he is
Farid sat on the floor, his wife sat next to him,
his two years old daughter Aleya got comfortable
and start to wander around touching anything that
Maktuk was telling how nowadays the only thing
that can make her shove the rice into her mouth
would be daging goreng kunyit, and bahulu cicah teh.
I was trying to 'mengorat' Farid's baby,
not to be his menantu or anything,
but to prevent her from pulling anything
that may connected to a cup of pure
Hydrochloric Acid i got lying around
Maktuk's house (As if ..)
well basically i was trying to keep her safe.
Aleya got friendly, she approached maktuk.
'Comey nya anak hang ni farid.. turun mak dia la ni,
kuruih kecik... mata dapat kat hang, dagu dapat kat
Maktuk commented about Aleya's look with her voice
decibels far higher then the allowed level in any factory.
Farid just smile, the wife was smiling too... proudly.
As the wife was picking up the tea cup.
Maktuk shout out..
'laaaa tulang dia herot nii..!
lagu mana hang ni farid?
takkan tak perasan!?'
Herot is a kedah word for
senget, bengkok, bent, not allign.
From his 'sila', farid kneel, approached maktuk
with full panic and alert.
'Tulang Herot? Tang mana maktuk?'
his face turned pale purple, no smile,
the skin in between his eyebrows wrinkled.
His wife put down the colorless tea and approached
maktuk. It couldnt be.. two years, and their daughter
having a dislocated bone without anyone noticing it.
What will others think. A mother who couldnt notice.
I could see the mother hastily grabbing Aleya by the
ketiak, picking her up to verify her back bone..
cause maktuk was looking there when she made
'tulang seluaq nii haa.. herot ni, bagi la dok tengah..
senang dia nak bejalan'
hek enne maktuk... ^^;
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
...and so i went,
The annual dinner was held in Penang Golf Course,
located just on the side of susur keluar kepala batas.
The place was quite huge, but then again its a golf course.
a sport that makes u healthy from the walking all over the greens.
Not the action. Of course its big..
Hate item no 1: i was alone.
Arrived at 545pm, some people is already there,
the management is also there. went inside the hall
to look for people that i usually go to lunch with, nil.
Call up a few numbers.. all of my dearest friend couldnt come.
so i sat at a table, with people from different section.
i knew their name, but i dont know what do they do,
they're those kinda people who u know, but u seldom talk to.
ohh.. introduction is always awkward.
Hate item no 2: i was underdressed.
ok, basically i dont know how to dress up.
Not for any event like this only.. but also for other event.
any other event, hell i dont even know how to dress up during a date.
Hate Item no 3: food was a dismal,
i got lucky cause less people want to seat in the
same table with me, am i that hideous?
it ended up 5 people sharing dishes for 10.
so supposedly we're able to eat more isnt it?
I got 2 pcs of the butter prawns,
4 pcs of kambing, (This was added up later)
quite a fair portion of the lemon chicken,
and 3 pcs of udang from the tomyam.
tu jer? hek enneeee..
imagine those who sat 10 per table?
they'd be starving.
Hate item no 4: Sexy
kakak from my section wears baju that u cant
even see their siku. so nothing for me to see there,
All the other sexy lady is not related to me,
so i dont know their name and feeling a little bit
awkward to get to know them with the event going on.
Hate item no 5: entertainment...
...was from our own department.
A few ladies went up and dance to some music.
no more pondan with the brazilian samba.
no more awi singing,
no super cute pengacara,
but even though from all those hate point i've given u,
the dinner manage to keep me smiling from the parking lot,
to the bed i sleep all alone in my own corner of maktuk's house,
dreaming about all the colours and scent i was allowed to
enjoy during the dinner.
The food was not that good, but sharing the food was...
we even kawtim with the food-server telling him to bring
another serving of kambing... and they brought another two.
ends up all 5 of us ate 30 servings of cold black pepper kambing
with the lemak area cold and hardened like early morning butter.
the entertainment was as easy as it looks,
5 girls wearing typical dress dancing awkwardly
like they got 5 days to rehearse. but everybody
stands up try to watch their dancing and seems
like everyone was entertained. I heard no complain after.
applauses to them.
sexy? well i was not that lucky with the sexy girls,
but having them for second entertainment is always a problem.
if its not now, it'll be later.. biting u up in your ass till a portion
is gone and u cant sit properly.
So being the adult pocket who suppose to know better.
it was lucky of me for not doing anything naughty dat night.
regardless of this little devil who was prying my rib cage
trying to get out.
so thanks to the dinner committee,
with 70 ringgit per head, 26table of peoples were well served
and enjoyed the night accordingly. u guys did a great job.
and i enjoyed the sterika i got from the lucky draw.
tak, bukan abang sebelah ni bli..
i tak kenal pun dier..
murah jer.. 14 hinggit kat Pasar Malam
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 9:01 PM
Friday, December 03, 2010
it has come to the season of the year where annual dinners
awaits everybody. i to am not excluded.Kilang annual dinner,
(I wonder how is cikgu's annual dinner? with student in classes?
or among teachers in someplace fancy?)
as usual, whenever there is a function someone taking effort to
arrange, a minority group of people would always be the negative
one who would mock and refuse the dinner.
the food will not be great,
the place sucks,
the theme is not islamic,
better do it like this and that,
and many more as they can be quite creative.
the positive group however would always have their own
reason for attending and persuading people to attend the function.
Its not about the food but the People u eat the food with.
the place is the best we can get from our budget,
islamic or not, its up to you.. satu malaysia.
So are u going pocket? well lets see...
-this year's annual dinner will not be having any LCDTV
for top 'cabutan bertuah' winner.
-there wont be so many people, cause its devided into departments.
-No awi coming to sing four songs, having his own birthday on the
stage we paid.
-i have no proper baju for our theme this year.
-with less people attending the annual dinner,
i'll have less chance of getting lucky with any ladies from abroad.
(My housemate has gone back to kampung, how i wish)
ok ok.. enough the negative point. POsitive point pocket?
-i get to play golf!! (Cause its in a golf course)
-bendul may be arranging for some second entertainment.
-i'll be the only guy in my section. everybody else got their own a
genda (Oh oh.. this is a negative point)
what say u? going saturday at 6?
or sleeping alone with the Ocean11 DVDs playing tru out the night?
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 3:49 PM
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Ima came to me the other day,
'pocket, nak mintak sign utk gate pass buleh?'
'ima nak gi mana?''nak gi klinik.. telinga berdarah'
i looked at her, she kept on staring down at her toes,
i didnt realize that she was trying to hide her swollen lip
and the red cut at her eye brow.
I checked my zipper,
it was properly zipped on.
'Kenapa telinga darah plak ni.. tengok sikit'
i can always just signed the gate pass but i wanted to flirt a bit.
but as i saw her face, i'm not in the flirting mood anymore.
Her face was like hell boy's face by the end of that second movie.
The one where he was beaten by that handsome pale bloke with
'kenapa ni ima!!? farid pukul lagi?'just another ima in my story,
just another farid that is different from one another in my story.
she didnt answer.
'imaa.. farid tu bukan nya husband pun lagi, dia dah pun pukul ima
cam ni, takkan ima nak biar lagi kot.'
'accident' she answered
'accident konon? ima terpelajar, ima buleh pikir. jangan la dikabui
dek kata kata manis mamat tu.. kan saya dah nasihat ima dulu.
jangaaaan... jangaaaannn... tapi ima nak jgak!'she inhaled deeply
like she was trying to absorb the wind power or something like that.
'sayer yg salah..'
and i just screamed inside.
wanted to slap her a few more time ontop of the pain that
she's having but i dont see the point.
plus takkan nak penampor anak orang kat office plak kan.
it was just last week when i've given her the advice she suppose to follow.
file a police report.
stop giving him money.
be proud of yourself.
but today she's beaten by him again.
she must be fallen for him againor else how can she ever get herself
in the same room as he is.They must be making out again.
and for some reason ima must've said something wrong again
letting him beat her again.
ohh what is the point of my advise if u'r not following.
ohh what is the point of coming to me seeking advise
when u kept on falling for him again.
ohh why do i even bother.
go die lah!! hoh!!
we kept on doing the same mistake over and over again.
and somehow people just accept the fact that it is because of love.
adehhlaaa.. sakit nya telingaaaaa...
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 3:49 PM
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Went to Jusco nearby my house today,
sitting on the bench in front of the stairs near CikenRaisShop.
trying to make up my mind to buy the swiss knife or not..
untill i have come to realize something.
Anda yang selim melim, lagi body pyon pyon diluar sana.
you have worked hard sculpting that body,
so be proud of your victory, show em out. brag on!!
you deserve it.
Expose those gebu skin like a gold medal,
let others envy your waist line.
cause believe me, u are an idol in your own way.
a winner among us who lost.
an eye washer for me :D hehehh.. (Cuci Mata)
anda sedang membangga,
pocket menjadi penonton nya.
dah tu nak bangga kehapahnya
kalau tak der penonton kan?
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 12:13 AM
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sndiri tahu, itu rahsia,
berdua tahu, itu gossip,
bertiga tahu, itu cerita,
berempat tahu, itu pengetahuan am.
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 6:13 PM
Monday, November 22, 2010
I use to have a lady friend who's cute and easygoing,
Tall and thin, fair as any vanilla flavored ice cream look like
with iq so high, u'd think she might be a prosecutor. talks a lot.
She was one of those who are genetically intelligent
but never got the chance to go to any good school.
The father never let her out of her kampung worrying
she will ruin her life by all those demonic culture
outside her kampung. and she stupidly obliged.
Lots of sweet memories with her, i was there for a few
of her first time experience. (Bukan bukan.. bukan !!!)
I was there on her first flight take off.
(She was the one holding my hand.. not me ok!!)
Her first visit to melaka,
(Did i mentioned she never left her kampung before?)
Her first swimming pool. (Malam lagiiii, ohh kenangan pergi la jauh!!)
Seems like from where she came from,
ladies are not allowed to swim
(...and i accidentally brought two of my swimming tights.. hummm?)
Well i have to admit that I was fond of her in so many ways.
One of them is that she allows me to touch her,
Now now pocketeers.. dont get too naughty..
when i say 'touch her' i dont mean touching her 'there'.
Easy said our skins were not foreign to each other and
this thumb of mine went in where i think no other men
have gone before. (Mengurut belakang leher lah!!)
amat lah sopan nyer salam cium tangan mama pocket,
she makes me milo one night.. and a picture of me growing old
with her flashed for 0.4second. ohh..
well what is there not to love about her.
but she have a BF.
Who is also from her kampung,
Who is also possesive like her father,
Who is not that handsome. (This i add up)
Who also knows about a handsome apek looking guy is flirting
with his girl.
There was one night i was sending her home after our johor trip,
he was waiting with a few of his friends wanting to plow this face
of mine with a metal buku lima. I got out of the car,
chest fully inflated like a gorilla offensive stands and say..
'wanna do anything to me, make sure i'm dead after,
or else i'll saman everyone here so high,
that your father will be looking for tin can to pay for food'
didnt think much!! yes i know. but it worked!!
no one moved, good! Make a bit of garang face and
got in the car, wet my pants.
Shivered like i'm having demam kepialu.
(Ok ok.. i'm not that brave.. i know)
We got separated after she left the company,
Some say her BF was intimidated by me and forced her to leave.
Some say she got better offer elsewhere.
I say she's afraid of falling for me, hence the resign letter.
(This... i perasan sorang sorang ok)
kept on wondering though... what if.
After three years, the dark cloud that hovers on this forever autum
life of mine opened a bit, letting a bright light shining over this land
of nothingness, for an instance a flower nearly bloomed.
Met her with some friends the other day,
giggling over some naked manekin in Jusco nearby my house.
'hai.. kenal lagi? lamanya tak jumpa.. sihat? kenapa tak call?'
'my hubby delete number u dlm henpon i.. then dia tukar number i ,
so memang la tak leh nak call dah... '
'sampai camtu skali.. dah kawin ngan dia?'
'dah, 3 tahun dah,' she tone down her voice,
slowly gliding away from her friends audible zone.
'uuu.. tak jemput pon. baby?'
'xder rezeki lagi, maybe u buleh tolong?'
i just smiled and say.. 'maybe'
but in my heart i'm screaming..
After an awkward moment of fidgeting and swinging
left and right shifting my weight from one leg to the other,
'so call me please!! kenal kenal balik'
Her thin lips curled to a smile.
'umph.. i will!!'
and she left.
Got back to my crib and lay on my back with
my hand on my forehead wondering..
This is a great opportunity but,
why am I thinking twice to call her now?
jangaaaan la kantul.. hummmmmmmm...
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 1:29 AM
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
'...tapi pasai apa pulak nak kacau,
depa bukan nya buat apa pun,
semua nya hang nak kira zina tak betui la... '
farid still trying to defend his nephew who
went to pangkor in couples without adult
'berdua duaan kat tempat yang sunyi tu buleh
menimbulkan kecurigaan, dalam islam kita
tak buleh nak buat macam tu.. memang la kena
ada saksi kalau nak tangkap basah ka apa..
tapi hang selaku...'
'Aaaahhh!! sudah lah!!'
Firwan was cut off by farid who started calmly
listening to the advise but now his blood going
up the roof. Annoyed with Firwan who cant
listen to good story without giving advise of wisdom.
'semua nak kira ikut islam, kalau macam tu apa pun tak buleh buat
la!! dok umah, terus jer tak maju macam tok nenek kita!!'
and suddenly... all the other people who was
only listening from the beginning stand up
and stop him from continuing his words,
holding him like he's some lunatic holding
a parang trying to go amok.
'sabaq sabaq, jangan sampai jatuh iman ...
farid bawak istigfar ok, bawak betenang..'
yes yes pocketeers,
this happened the other day,
this karangan is 2 weeks old.
jangan sampai jatuh iman yer...
same to blogging, EffBii, Tuiter,
feel free to write anything, everything, something,
a thing or two, urat keting, puting botol susu...
but jangan sampai jatuh iman yer..
Nasihat utk pocket juga nih ^^;
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 1:08 AM
Monday, November 15, 2010
am feeling a bit reluctant to post this story today,
cause she might be reading this.
A lady in my office bought an 11 inch lappy the other day,
i was one of those who gathered around and witness
her taking out that lappy to ask something about the
Wayales brukbeng that seems like not working.
all new and shiny, the protective sheet for the monitor
was still intact.
Its not that i havent seen anything better.
its the thought of an after SPM inspector buying
a lappy just because she got an extra 1 thousand ringgit
lying around the floor simply make me jealous.
i asked her..
'what do u do with this lappy?'
'other then FB, what else?
'nothing.. at the moment, its only for FB'
i thought there is so much more in the internet that
could interest a girl her age. but i may be wrong.
lets just sangka baik.
-she just finished her SPM the other day, she will most probably
be using that lappy if she enters University. good for her.
-she might even go overseas, then the lappy will be a necessity
to communicate with her parent cheaply. (Vdo calls or mails)
-she just bought the lappy for a few weeks.. she'll learn after
that internet is not about the interaction only, its about source
of info. something for u to learn.
then i thought to myself.
eh? what about u pocket?
what do u do with your 60ringgit paid to the TiEm Net?
eh eh? hooh la? nak buat aper lagi yer?
pocketeers sekalian buat aper yer ngan internet?
padan tak ngan 60 ringgit tu? (Kalau wayales brukbeng, pocket tak tau la kan)
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 12:55 AM
Friday, November 12, 2010
perbualan yang bebaru ni pocket dengar...
'waaah.. posing sakan nampak? kat mana ni?'
'heheh, biasa laa kak.. tgh hangat bercinta heheheh, auto-hug gitu.'
'alaaaah.. sekarang ni memang la..
bila dah anak dua nanti kurang la sikit'
ima just luv to ruin people's happy moment.
and this one hit me quite good..
'so aku amik la yang Selkom 1+5 tu..
so buleh aku sembang ngan awek aku murah sikit..'
Says the pocket trying to brag about his Phone Line.
'Farid.. u sembang lagi ker ngan wife u tru henpon?'
ima was asking farid without even lifting her head.
She's just like that, memang suka nak melemah kan
'dak dah.. benda penting jer, kat mana? bila nak sampai?
nak pesan apa apa tak? gitu gitu la kaaakk...'
'umph, Ima pun sama.. dulu masa bercinta..
naik keter tu tak berenti sembang..
sekarang ni dok dgr radio jer.. hummm' kata Ima.
'So pocket.. tak der nyer ko pakai line tu nanti.. heh heh'
I hate her..
hard to admit to this, but this is the fact.
Yes not all couple end up like this. but most couple do.
and if u consider 12 couple over 1000 is a minor number
till u can ignore it.. then this teori is statistically true.
(Enphasizing on the 'IS')
Tok kadi's hand shake turns the
beautiful luv to responsibility,
commitment and a few documentation
ignore it as much as u want,
deny this with all your heart,
tell it to yourself a few hundred times
i know u need the sleep at night
but deep down inside.
u know what i'm typing here is the truth.
marriage is not the destination of luv, (If luv ever exist by the way)
marriage is just another level in the game of life.
u just need to get to this level to be able to do stuff.
-buying a house with two names,
-making kids with approval by law and community,
-the tax leway
and not to forget...
-someone to woke up next to early in the morning.
or is it kampung style is like this,
and u guys who are living in town
are not like this but on the contrary
living under the pink sky and not seeing
her a day is hell. Not to forget the
never ending attention towards your spouse?
Deny me please..
tell me wrong.
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 1:11 AM
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Luahan rasa Farid... sila let your mind wander...
Aku suka main ngan ko, sebab ko pandai main,
(Dan ko comel, puteh, seksi sangat bila pakai skirt
pendek tennis tu.. tapi takkan la nak suka ko
pasal appearance kan.. shallow nyeeee)
kita baru jer kenal ari tu, tapi kita dah mesra,
no hard feeling, no commitment.
kalau ko nak main or aku nak main, call and kita main...
tak yah join kelab kelab yang mewajibkan kita main
seminggu sekali.. dan tak perlukan kad keahlian...
orang kata aku lemah, sebab selalu main ngan
pompuan yang sorang tu jer.. dah tu nak wat camana?
ko jer yang sudi main ngan aku. orang lain tak nak.
(Plus aku suka ko sebab ko comel)
Kalau pun nak.. kena masuk kelab la,
kena bayar itu ini la.. siap kena jumpa mak bapak!!
Aku tak nak semua tu, aku nak main jer poon..
lemah sebab main ngan pompuan?
main ngan lelaki lagi la kena belasah plak aku nanti.
Kita main masa kita nak main, tak kisah bila..
asalkan line clear and ko ok.
ko suka main masa siang, aku suka masa malam.
tak nampak?buleh jer bukak lampu kan..
court tennis mana pun ada lampu sekarang ni.
lain la kat Guar Chempedak sana.
lagipun kalau main masa malam..
pas main penat penat tu,
minum air segelas buleh terus tido.
Selama ni aku ingatkan ko suka main ngan aku,
tapi tindakan ko tempohari memang memberi
tamparan yang hebat, aku kena improve diri sendiri.
Beli raket baru kot, buleh beli ker? maybe additional racket?
Gi renovate raket ni kot,
kata orang kalau racket tu dimantain elok elok..
performance nyer tak jatuh... tp kat maner yer
service center nyer?
Maybe belajar main ngan orang lain kot,
Study move yang baru, menaikkan stamina maybe...
Then kita buleh lawan balik. Hope i'm not a dismal then.
Yer yer aku tahu aku ni lemah sikit,
tapi selama ni ko layan kelemahan aku.
Masa aku serve, ko tunggu la jgak buat muka serious.
Masa aku offensive dok hentam kuat kuat...
ko buat buat muka panic.. or muka pulun.
Tapi bebaru ni ko telah menghentam aku tanpa segan silu nya..
dont get me wrong!! aku suka.. hantam la lagi. hantam la lagi ^^;
Tapi part main sambil tengok tv tu aku tak leh terima tu.
Lemah sangat ker aku?
buleh main sambil tengok tv!!? adehllaaaa...
siap bleh capai remote nak meninggikan volume
lagi masa aku dok volley..
aku nampak la!! Cover sikit tak leh ker?
oh oh.. there goes my hargadiri down the drain.
pocketeers!! ni betul nii!!
bebetul punyer betul nii..
tak tipu... farid cerita sendiri.
Pompuan memang buleh main
tennis sambil tengok tv yek?
Monday, November 08, 2010
Firwan concluded that
'Sexy is a term to describe something
that let your mind wander erotically
about the subject.'
anyway... by the definition 'let your mind wander'
puts everything related to the intercourse of two
homosepian during mating is sexy..
The tools required, the lighting, the process,
the colour, the sound, the surface, the movement.
Well i dont have to elaborate more..
its not the main point anyway
Muslimah supposedly wear something that does
not show the skin. But focusing only on this aspect,
people become creative.. and ladies out there is
becoming sexy not by showing their skin, but by
letting the observer's mind wander about them.
If that area there is as nice,
I wonder how is the other area?
If 2cm of her hips skin is puteh melepak like dat,
then how is the other area that is also blocked from
Baju Kurung lately is becoming sexy.
The kancing near the tulang selangka area?
they are opening it biiiigg lately.. letting us see a bit
of an opening and we men would start to wonder
how would the view look like from up there or can
we see more from this angle?
(Cropping the scene like stiven spilbeg shooting his movie)
Fabric also plays an important role in making
the innocent baju kurung sexy. some see tru,
some stretchable, some of the fabric is soo soft,
if u have a taik lalat idup somewhere in your hips..
it would also be visible.
U cant show skin, U cant show shape,
then design it so that the mind wanders.
I luv this new trend teenagers are wearing nowadays... somewhat a cardigan tied to the chest, with tight t shirt underneath.
It makes us wonder..
how would u look like if u're wearing a two piece?
And your point is pocket?
well the itchy (Gatal) pocket says :
go on girls.. i luv it when u are naughty.
giving me hope to life, keeping the air in my lung.
my job is hard.. my life is harder.. never ending loans
with along calling me every other day. Can i just leave?
thank you for being there in my eyesight. U are a lifesaver.
go baby go!! (Ala ala stacey dalam Promotion vdo lagu 'Jahat'
The tiny goodness inside pocket says :
(whatever left of the goodness inside this pocket)
'dik... menutup aurat tu bukan sekadar menutup kulit...
tapi menegah minda pemerhati dari berfikiran nakal tentang anda.'
so pocketeers.. any kenakalan lately?
Sunday, November 07, 2010
am draining it up regardless to who u made it for.
buy us the table for having breakfast in bed!!)
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 7:05 AM
Friday, November 05, 2010
in my stories i often use names as actual person name.
they're merely character just to make my story more lively.
Farid: a common name for a man, any man..
Ima : a common name for a lady, any lady...
Pocket : well the writer of course...
Mr G : pocket's direct supervisor...
Mr Big: pocket's big boss...
so today i'm going to introduce u to another character.
hopefully he will be just as interesting as others.
His name is firwan. Now now..
u know that this name is not even existed right?
i just made it up.. his real name is short and less
fancy name.. a more malay name, like dollah, samad or ali.
So Firwan is a guy who wanders alot. he think too much.
i dont think he took science or mathematics in his SPM
because he is more to sastera... the guy who are good with words.
he doesnt speak like all of us, u know...
when i wanna say 'your idea most likely is not appropriate wit the girls'
i'll say it like this 'idea hang tak sesuai ngan depa kooot'
but Firwan will say it like this ...
'aku rasa cadangan hang tu berkemungkinan besar
tidak selari dengan pandangan para gadis sekalian'
long and winding with imbuhan here and there,
sound like your Bahasa Melayu teacher spoke
when he's trying to make a point.
Cutting the story short ...
today Firwan made a sound...
'Gadis tu bagaikan hiasan utama siTuan rumah,
Membelinya senang, menjaganya yang susah,
dan akhirnya terabai dan berhabuk, jatuh dan pecah,
untuk diganti baru siTuan Rumah...'
oi oi!! bukan senang nak ganti baru ooiii...
nak melepaskan 'hiasan' tu banyak procedure woooo!!
i'm stuck at cleaning :(
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
So i read about bonsai the other day and i have come to learn
about the golden ratio of placement. Simply say.. if u have an
arm length of table to put some deco on, the best location
to put is at about 38% of your arm length from any end.
(This i dont create, somebody else who died
hundreds of years ago did..after doing some
study on sea shells and naked man picture)
It seems like easier for us to focus on that particular
location rather then just putting it in the middle.
and somehow those that u think is beautiful...
comply to this rules.
and so i tried...
This is the picture of Fonthip watcharatrakul,
she's the contestant of the 2010 miss world.
Why do i choose her pic instead of others is
because she's the only one posing straight forward
like when u wanna take your Identity Card while
others kept on showing their right chinbone upfront.
(Then why dont u try it on your own picture u may
ask? well finding out that i'm not only ugly by feeling
but also theoritically ugly by leonardo davinci's rules
is heart breaking)
Just to my surprise, the location of her nose is
exactly located 38% of the total length of her face (from her chin)
38/100 x 3.33" = 1.2654"
(Give it plus minus 0.1 to 0.2")
her mouth (The opening) was 62% of the total
distance from her chin to her nose.
(62% being the other half of 38% from a total of 100%)
62/100 x 1.26" = 0.78"
tried a bit more and found more amazing results,
Although i cant relate her eye location on X axis. humm
but anyway.. isnt this amazing?
so if she's beautiful, being the miss Thailand and everything,
and she complies with the golden rules, what about us?
so.. what are u waiting for? get your handphone
and start taking pic of yourself..
and tell me pocketeers? are u beautiful?
Monday, October 25, 2010
Bendul is to blame,
he was the one introducing me to this dot com site that
is so jahat in its way but still fulfilling every men who
visit that site with full of beautiful and beautiful pics.
Try google up GarDeesChoMel[dot]kom
(Of course that is not the actual spelling but u know what i mean)
if the owner of the site is a nuffnanger, then he'd make
hundreds or thousands by the month just by his traffic.
the owner is good. he (Or She!!?) knows that there is
a lot of men browsing internet just to see cute faces and
sexy legs. (Or cleavage for all that matters)
and so he delivers...
A homepage that only shows pic of ...
sexy girls but not naked.
cute girls but not artist.
Beautiful pic but not published
(Some artist does come up every now and then though)
pic that u can sometime stumble upon
after 10 bloghopping, or checked the pic of 30 random people
hell, i'm spendin 10 to 20 clicks everytime i'm visiting the site.
and i have to force my hand to click the shut down button or
else it'll be the sunrise.
oh it will benefit the men of course,
we can spend our precious connection to look at nature's beauty.
and it will definitely be a benefit to the girls...
cause if your pic ever posted in the homepage,
then u'll know u are beautiful by most eyes.
'i dont care if the
site is new, or dying.
but i support u!! '
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 12:54 AM
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 3:20 PM
Thursday, October 21, 2010
this is a sensitive issue,
i have to claim that i'm not trying to mock any race in this post.
i'm just trying to question the direction of our local TV with its
reality program that sometime can get outta hand.
(Or is it me that is still too orthodox? U tell me)
Mim is referring to the race that eats using their hands
Not much different with Ha since they too eats using their hands
but very much different with Cha who eats using two piece of wood.
Mim usually referred to as 'Pemalas' though nowadays they're proven
to be more hardworking then other race since they're too able to sit on top.
Cha however, usually referred to as the hardworking type.
And they also related with 'liars' in every sentence they pronounce.
This i tell u is a lie. Cause lately, Cha also do business in the most
honest way till u doubt it. Thinking there must be a catch somewhere.
Ha... well if u would put a string to their story line.
It'll be a big ball of strings. Berbelit belit!!
THis too i found is a common misinterpretation.
Its a human nature, not that particular res nature.
Beauty in Mim Girls, Cha Girls, Ha Girls,
I luv Mim girls since they're suppose to be the discipline type.
Yet they're naughty in their own way ^^ and the naughtiness
under those sweetly tucked tudung is much sexy from my
point of demented view.
I luv Cha Girls since they're obviously sexy...
they can wear the shortest denim pants and look good in it.
too short that u'd start to think 'is that the...?'
They're often found with full of volume.
Men would drools over those who kept their volume
in the best way. ever seen them in their traditional outfit?
and so they're making this reality tv shows finding the best
Mim girl to be dub as the winner for 2010 Gadis Mim...
the question would be...
Are Mim Girls should be out there camping in the woods?
Are Mim Girls should be wearing tight outfit till the silhouette
looks like u're naked?
Are Mim GIrls should be Camera Friendly till the viewer starts
to giggle themself?
Now come the hard part.
I am not saying u readers should be the traditional Mim Girl like
our ancestors were. Hell .. if u girls start to stop giggling,
stop wearing sexy baju kurung,
stop being naughty and happy go lucky like u do now,
then this world would be a boring place to live in.
i'm just saying that a tv show should not be emphasizing how a
mim girl should be. Cause it'll be a standard and in 5 years...
Every one would think that a mim girl is a girl who should be able
to dance a traditional dance wearing kain batik showing bit of
Gastrocnemius Muscle, being lifted by Ajnabi as she dance
here and there.
I'm just saying that no tv should set a standard to u mim girls,
and i like u just they way u are...
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 12:37 AM
Monday, October 18, 2010
... and grunge look make me drools.
I am in luv with this local lady actor
who look a lot like amy lee from
More to the amy lee u see in
'my immortal' or 'burn' rather then
'bring me back to life' or 'call me
when u sober' kinda amy.
somehow, someway ...
i found her soo hot lately,
(Not amy lee.. but this local lady actor)
she actually responded to me the other day,
Which makes me luving her even more.
then i, as usual google up her photo.
Watching back some of her vdo (From her drama)
pushing the pause button every now and then
just to see that honey sweet smile a wee bit longer.
Hey!! lets name her shall we... Amy!!
The resemblance thing remember?
I am so in luv with her, i think i wanna have her vdo
in my handphone so that she can be with me everyday.
SHe acted as a wild kid once, with leather and black t shirt
like how avril lavigne use to look. Luving her then.
she also acted as a normal kid. Luving her too.
Looking at her for soo many hour,
(Downloaded two of her drama's from the net)
and then i realized...
her criteria, the character, the nose, her lips,
hair!! is a lot like someone i know previously.
oh oh!! i may be wrong!!
no i dont think i've ever fallen for amy...
i'm think i'm missing someone.
someone who i've come to cross along my path,
someone who was there. filling me up along the way.
Someone who even change my world.
Yes, i think i'm missing someone.
rindu rindu pergi la jauh,
rindu rindu tinggalkan aku,
rindu rindu biar ku jatuh,
sakit berdarah teringatkan kamu.
now u know why i'm not updating so much...
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 11:44 PM
Saturday, October 09, 2010
Short story telling it shorter.
kami kat kilang dibenarkan gi semayang jumaat (Alhamdulillah)
kampeni kami benarkan kami gi, even sediakan bas tiga bijik
nak suruh kami gi semayang jumaat...
(Ada jgak yang tak nak gi tu tak tahu lah..)
so macam biasa kul 1230 berkumpul kat depan gadhaus
macam bebudak nak gi rombongan ke air terjun memana,
bising sambil memiwiiiittttt mana mana awek yg lalu.
bila bas datang, macam bebudak jgak kami akan berebut
nak naik.. bukan nya dapat tpt bes sangat pun.
tido on the way gi semayang,
and tido on the way balik...
Pocket tak pernah risau terlajak tido, pasal kalau bas berenti.
pocket mesti automatically bangun punya.
so bila bas berenti, pocket pun tersedar...
terasa pelik, tiada bunyi bising budak budak ni turun bas,
eh!! bukan saja tiada kengkawan...
sapa pun tak dak!!
gi bergegas ke depan bas..
kot kot pocket la yang last turun bas.
bajet mesti kena gelak ngan member nih,
skali turun sampai kat tempat lain,
parking lot yg pocket tak tahu!
nenenenenenenenenen (Soundtrack twilight zone)
'Mana semua orang haaa!!?'
kalih kalih tengok papan tanda.. kilang lain..
loh!! pocket gi tido sampai driver bas tu dah gi ke kilang
lain dah nak amik shift pukul tiga balik...
'err, boss!! ada exciden lah, saya tak balik kilang kot. kira half day yer..'
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 1:05 AM
Friday, October 01, 2010
Everyone have their own secret, me too, included.
Just an ordinary person who owns a bit of story
i dont want anyone near me to know.
Some of the secret can be so dark...
so dark... ('Tersedak' dalam bahasa nogori..'sodak' ker?)
too dark till i dont think u guys will
look me with straight faces anymore after.
most of u will frown, most of u might as well be hating me.
but the thing about having a secret is...
it is a living thing. like a monkey in your rib cage.
It shakes the metal bar wanting to get out.
Holding it like someone who got in the joint, clinging to the bar,
crying, shouting to get out.. not to mention spitting at the guards
like those scene u can see in green miles.
u want to let it out but u know it'll ruin u,
but keeping it all to yourself is also excruciating.
'Then why dont u just share it here pocket?'
well i cant, some of u i've met,
some of u i've talked,
i've even fall for one of u once...,
waaaahhhhh.. (There u go, the monkey letting its hand out a bit)
and i think some people in my kilang is also reading this.
so i cant.
i just cant.
the fear of being judged,
fear of rejected,
fear of being naked,
n last of all, the fear of the info being used as a bullet to shoot my head in the future,
u wont know people nowadays, u tell em a secret today, the next day they use it to
back stab u. just for the sake of entertainment.
'aku pun pernah merompak bank jgak dulu, tak la sampai kantul'
'btui tu, memang mamat tu silap banyak lah..' says a friend i thought i could trust.
and the next week.. my mother called me..
'dekwan betui ka pernah rompak bank?
so selama ni dok bagi duit haram la kat
mama makan? sanggup dekwan no..'
of course pocketeers, i didnt rob any bank, that was an example.
so pocketeers.. have any secret?
know a way to ease this pain inside?
the pain of wanting to tell the story.
having someone to share.
(Without jeopardizing your future of course)
I have a secret,
i eat KayEffSii with a dash of salt.
no its not that KayEffSii alone is not salty enough,
i just luve the extra flavor.
Yes i know, its not healthy, that is why its a secret.
Now tell me, how can i eat KayEffSii in the house
without telling this secret to my housemate?
N if i wanna eat it at the restaurant, i have to eat
alone. Ohh this is painful.
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 12:11 AM
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
i went to eat at this place in the nearby jusco.
Its a place where u can eat ayam penyet for
6 ringgit per piece which is quite ridiculous
for such a petty recipe but what can i say?
that is the way it is.
There were twelve of us,
a few fathers,
a few mothers,
a few 'beauty' i would like to keep my distance.
(U never know when will this hand of mine
be 'lurking-around' on its own accord)
A couple of grannies,
we sat, and come along the foreign waiter.
he took his time to pass us the menu,
one by one as he opened the menu and
carefully placing it in our hand.
Wahhh.. how neat and polite he was.
...and the father ordered,
the mother commented,
the father ordered anyway,
the 'beauty' was asking bout the oil used.
the babies were attracted with the cutlery,
me? i was fascinated with the pricing.
How an udang can cause 2 ringgit per piece,
when the size was not more then my forefinger.
(The table next to us ordered dat menu)
i asked the waiter then,
since there was babies around.
'mat, ada yang tak pedas tak?'
'tak pedas?' looking puzzle.
'tak pedas la untuk baby, ayam goreng ker..
sayur ker..' i insisted.
'oohh, adda adda.' with his foreign accent
that enhance the 'd' usage.
he took the menu i was holding
and start flipping the pages.
and atlast he found it.
'inni menu tada pedas abang, sesuai untuk baby'
he was holding the menu showing the menu with
his right thumb politely pointing at the dish name
'sini abang.. nasi puteh.. tada pedas punya.. :D'
ohh, tuhan penuhkan dada ini ngan kesabaran..
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 2:19 AM
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
..going down and down.
mula la nak nyanyi lagu down - JaySean tuh..
ni semua sebab post lepas : 312. Haiyaaaa!! Farid..
Baca blog Najla, She's covering BSB for the song I want it that way.
alahai.. terasa yakin nya dia.. pocket langsung tak yakin ngan diri
sndiri nak promote apa apa bakat pun disini.
then since i'm watching her singing in YuTiub,
i also saw this icon of a song sang by 6 identical person.
now why would anyone be dressing the same singing
a song? this is not the 60s..
well i've clicked to the vdo of course and found that this guy
is singing the whole song using acapella. Check his video guys,
It seems like everybody else in this world is full of self esteem
and high confidence in themself nowadays. How i wish i can
be like them .. humm humm..
..bila la nak terasa ensem balik nih.. hoh.
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 5:50 AM
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Farid is in a state where this raya will not be that much enjoyable
for him, someone issued a police report on him about some
(with the 'incidents' happen 3 month before her 18th birthday)
Now whether farid actually done it or not is non of my concerns.
I am his friend and i care for him, (We share the same birthday)
I just need to hear the actual story,
He stop coming to work right after the wife
confronted the lady. Hence i cant get the story
The lady who are also the mangsa manage
to come to work regardless of the issue,
and she's spreading words like wildfire,
burning everyone in its path.
selling her story like its a pisang goreng panas.
he's the scoundrel,
he's the unfaithful husband,
he's the lying man who dont keep his promise.
he promised her a marriage, but he denied her love.
hell, what i think doesnt matter.
i dont think he did it, but then again
i dont think the girl lied,
but if its true that he did it,
then i'll be sad...
sad not because he'll be convicted with the allegation of course,
Sad because i always longing for her but he got her attention first!!
how la abang!! u so good with ayat meh?
self esteem just flown off somewhere,
i think i'm ugly
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Korang pernah jadi gini tak?
nak wat camana yek?
ado cookies enable ker..
tak pun cabut kipas angin belakang tu ker?
jadi maleh sangat nak komen kat blog orang
bila stiap kali komen,
semua window closed!!
nak kena restore balik la pash tuu..
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 11:34 PM
Pocketeers, korang pernah sembang ngan orang kaya kaya kaya sekaya tak?
yes mesti la pernah... alhamdulillah syukur untuk kejayaan yang diorang dapat. Memoga bila diorang di puncak istana sana, diorang tak lupakan ngan orang semekin cam pocket ni.
Below are some of the conversation i've had with them.
1) Kak teh kat kajang
'kak dulu beli rumah ni susah tak kak?'
Gatal pocket gi tanya..
'susaaah, nasib baik la kak dapat beli tanah ni dulu murah..
dalam 100k gitu, then kak upah orang buatkan..
kontraktor pertama tak mampu nak teruskan,
kena cari kontraktor lain plak.. ini pun kak kena tipu..
dah abih 400ribu pun diorang pakai frame tingkap kayu murahan.
100 ribu plak nak betulkan termasuk pintu depan n balkoni tu,
sekarang ni ok lah sikit, pelan pelan nak duduk.'
haaa apa dia?
berapa ribu langsung pintu depan kak?
2) A malay singaporean who works in a factory at johor.
'kat malaysia ni kalau kami singaporean nak beli properties
kena beli yg 500k keatas u tau'
'oh!! kerajaan malaysia taknak singaporean beli sangat la kot'
kata pocket yang buduh buduh alang ni
'humm, maybe kot.. or simply profit wise kot.'
'so cik rahim nak bli ker?'
'dah sembang dah ngan bank, duk tengah pikir nak beli satu ker dua,
one for me, another for my daughter, biasa lah, bila dah dgr daddy nak bli..
rumah nya cantik cantik!'
haa? apadia? dua!?
3) Supplier yang keja sebagai QA Manager.
'I nak beli rumah, tapi i nak bayar atleast 50% dulu harga rumah,
sebab baru la bulanan tak mahal sangat. in the end rugi kalau
u buat pinjaman 30 tahun n bulanan mahal.'
'oh, tapi mana la nak ada cash nak bayar 50% tu?'
tanya pocket yang masih lagi tak paham paham...
'oh i ada duit simpanan sikit, sikit lagi cukup la nak bayar 50% of my dream house'
'berapa banyak simpanan u tu?'
haaa!?? apadia? so dream house u berapa?
yes, there was a joke that says,
rich people still eats rice, same with us the miskin one.
(Well maybe they're eating an RM50 per 10kg
while i'm eating beras nasional,RM16 per 10Kg)
so what is the point of being rich?
yes, but one thing for sure is the rich...
they eat their rice in a very wide dining room
with indirect light and chandelier.
dining table made of kayu nyatuh with stainless camca,
and the table.. can fit 8 people with dishes all over yet
still have space to put the decoration flower in the middle.
when i'm eating my sahur on the cold floor
with plastic and last week papers as my pinggan.
Sikit lagi kucing jugak tau tak!!?
adehlaaaa... bila nak kaya ni?
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 1:15 AM
Monday, August 30, 2010
...that spells HALAL in jawi symbols.
people, i think this is the next thing to boom,
and people will write about this in the text book
of children 50 years from now as a turning point
of Product Preparation Standard.
So why dont we follow this closely?
its like when we ask our father or grand father..
'Abah.. were u there when TUnku Abdul Rahman
held his hand high and yelled MERDEKA ?
how was it like?'
but in our time our grandchildren will ask us..
'abah, were u following the HALAL rules back then
like we use to do now?
when the HALAL Standard was introduced,
did u actually stopped going to your favorite restaurants
just because they dont have the HALAL mark like
we've never go to that place near the junction?'
Hope this goes through to the whole world just like kosher foods,
exceeding their standard even.
but to do that, we need to stop going
and start recognizing.
tapi for the good of the future,
kita usahakan pun bagus kan :D
bukan nya susah.. banyak lg tpt
makan lain ^^
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 12:39 AM
Thursday, August 26, 2010
yesterday i've finished the story i had in my mind
for quite some time, wanted to tell the story
to someone but i dont think anyone would understand.
Its a japanese movie by the title Himitsu
it was then remake with david duchovny acted as
Ikmal the father in a movie called The Secret in 2007
The remake video trailer can be view here
its not the same but it can surely gives u ideas
bout the movie.
Maria and Ikmal is a married couple with a
20 years old beautiful daughter misia,
One fine day, Misia and maria got involved in
a nasty accident that killed Maria,
misia survived after a short coma.
they gave maria a proper burial,
just as ikmal and his daughter thought
they could go on with their life,
Maria woke up inside misia's body in the morning.
and start to whine about how bersepah the place is...
Maria then realizes that she is in Misia's body
(Sama cam freaky friday) and lived her daughters life
by going to school, but its not permanent.
Misia the daughter sometime woke up in her own body
and starts freaking out about her 'long' sleep.
Hence the diary to keep track of things.
after a while, the frequency of their changes shorten,
until one day, the mother told her husband that
this is her last night,
tomorrow on it'll be Misia waking up and not her.
She told him that 'she can feel it' yeah right.
Ikmal the father was devastated by this,
but he couldnt do much. Its misia's body anyway.
Maria the mother departed.
or at least that was what
ikmal the father thought had happened.
and so he live on with misia living in her own body
until the day misia tie the knot.
on the day of the wedding,
with one quick move,
the bride break it to him that...
it was maria the mother who were living
in misia's body all along. A speech of
'sorry i didnt mean to hurt u but this is the
only way we could have live on after what happened'
the father smiled though,
punched the groom in the face just to clear his senses.
for those who are in japan,
try to look for Himitsu.
i u can download the original movie with subtitle,
it would be better.
there u go pocketeers,
the summary, so tell me where did i do wrong
in my karangan? long and winding?
it was suppose to be long.
any details missing?
so i can improve myself :D
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 5:16 AM
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The ceremony went on fabulously,
Being the daughter of a CEO for the only instant mee
company in this country must keep the standard.
people were filling up the hall as well as the tent.
Half of them were obligated to come due to
business relation, another quarter just wanted free lunch
and the last quarter were from those who knows the
bride n groom by heart and sincerely came to congrats
all were clad in their finest attire.
having the feast happily chatting about how beautiful
misia look on her grand day.
lots of happy faces, smile and laughter decorating the hall.
...but no one could see Ikmal the bride's father,
the tuan rumah..
Pengantin was all happy and smiling, taking pictures
with the guess or by themself, throwing arm onto each
other like as if they're going to make out there..
while the father was all alone in his room,
Tears flowing from his eyes like pouring rain.
His dearly beloved just got married.
It was just for an instance, he knows it all,
everything came back into his mind like an oversize
download that usually took 4 hours to finish a movie,
but this one finished in 26 seconds.
Memories came back to him like those moment when
u smile upon sniffing the sweet smell of grass after the rain.
faces and scenery come flashing in his minds.
The moment when farid shook the imam's hand,
'aku terima nikahnya Misia binti ikmal dengan ...'
it was then when ikmal realized the bride was in tears.
There and then he could see her again, it was her.
She was the one who cried.
Ikmal knows her crying pattern,
The thumb to the cheek like trying to shed more tears
by pressing the tear container. It was her!!
she never left!!
Ikmal's assumption was right,
and the note from the bride tells it all.
Thank you and sorry,
I hope we can still be 'daughter' and father.
Jangan pukul farid.
dia tak salah.
I still love u
and i hope the same from you too.
antara 'COME' ngan 'CAME'
berkecamuk dah usage nyer.. hoh
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 3:30 AM
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
lots of people, most of them youngsters wearing orange t shirts
that ridiculously showing the wedding planner's logo at the back
somewhat looks like the halal logo.
Tent standing up,
purple and silver drapes decorated high with
plastic flowers stapled here and there.
its going to be a hell of a wedding tomorrow.
Looking at this from the window of his office,
Ikmal was puzzled, thinking ...
'i dont think i look good in purple'
he took a deep breath,
as he exhaled, the pen start to dance...
Harap nya surat ini sampai ke tangan mu
sebelum majlis akad nikah besok,
abah ni manusia yang tak pandai nak buat speech,
apa lagi nak mengatakan perasaan hati depan misia.
nanti terlintang pukang plak ayat abah nanti,
langsung kena gelak.
Di hari begini, abah teringat kan ibu,dia mesti
tengah kalut gaduh ngan wedding planner kan.
Dah 6 tahun semenjak ibu sudah 'benar benar'
pergi dari hidup kita, how we missed her a lot.
bersyukur abah kepada tuhan kerana memberikan
peluang untuk ucapkan selamat tinggal untuk ibu mu
buat kali terakhir di tempat yang aman damai.
terasa amat sebak hati melihat senyuman isteri tersayang
pudar dari wajah misia, meninggalkan jasad misia
lena dibuai mimpi.
jasad yang besok nya bangun sebagai misia,
dan tiada lagi ibu. Abah sayang sangat ibu mu,
Misia pun tahu kan.
Maafkan abah, tapi walaupun jahat abah sejenak ter'doa'
agar ibu yang bangun.. dan bukan misia.
Tapi kemanalah cinta abah kepada wanita
yang muda belia lagi muka macam anak sndiri...
comel melampau pulak tu,
Pasangan ini pasti jadi cemuhan masyarakat.
ibu pasti nakkan kehidupan yang selesa,
nak kan masa depan yang baru.
cinta kami tak kan kemana.. jadi abah redha.
Jaga laki ko tu elok elok,
dia tu bagus... keja tak la bagus sangat tp
buleh la tu, jangan gatal gatal dalam fesbuk.
jaga rumahtangga sndiri.
jaga makanpakai dia,
heh, tapi abah tak risau,
misia pasti akan jadi macam ibu,
Farid pasti beruntung dapat misia,
Ikmal put down his signature with a little note
saying 'abah sayang misia' and fold the little purple
note in a fancy envelope. Slid it into his daughter's
makeup box that is big enough to look like treasure chest
in most pirate movie. hoping she would get it tomorrow,
hoping she would read it.
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 4:18 AM
Monday, August 23, 2010
i am suppose to post about the third story from my 'Rahsia' series,
but i cant, cause the story was in my 'other' computer and i cant
retrieve them in these hours. therefore to whom ever been following
it, i am sorry, it'll be continued in my next post ... Maybe.
From the comment of pocketeers, i found that
most of u guys dont understand this that much, i think
its totally my fault cause i am too attached to this story,
writing it like the readers knows the story... when u are not.
so as short as this post could be,
post again tomorrow ya pocketeers,
(Bila nak sampai 'Rahsia 17' kalau duk jadi gini nih.. hoh!)
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 5:58 AM
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Regardless of the silence, she woke up.
Its usual for her to wake up earlier then everybody else.
there was no alarm, she dont need one.
the darkness woke her up.
The clock on the handphone showing 5 am,
Breakfast preparation time.
Maria went on to the kitchen and saw Nasi Lemak's material
was all freshly cut and packed neatly.
'Oh.. Lodi nak masak nasik lemak!? humm i patut biarkan jer kot :) '
which reminded her of Misia, the diary...
ibu, nasi lemak abah seddaaapp sangat!!
misia dah mintak abah masak lagi besok untuk ibu,
itu pun kalau ibu yang bangun besok dan bukan misia,
tp kebelakangan ni memang dah jadi harian kan.
dulu masa bebaru lpas xciden dulu,
ada jgak selang pat lima ari, baru kita bertukar.
Apalah yg akan jadi nanti kan ibu?
mungkinkah ibu akan pergi utk selamanya?
nangis jgak kekadang memikirkannya.
misia rindu sangat kat ibu sekarang.. misia tahu,
kita takkan boleh kembali macam dulu,
jasad ibu dah pun dikebumikan,
tapi misia bersyukur, misia masih ada ibu
biarpun selang sehari.
hingga bila? misia tak mau tau,
biar kejap, mahupun sampai tua,
misia tetap ada ibu. Misia sayang ibu...
Check henpon tadi, amboi amboi...
Jangan pakai ketat konon,
yg baju itam ibu pakai semalam tu tak ketat?
ibu gi shopping ngan ayuni yek?
makan kat TGI Fridays lagi!! mana aciii!!
mentang mentang ada kad kredit sndiri.
anyway, love the fact that u'r enjoying your
university life again... jangan lari sangat!!
Ayuni kata u ran to most of your class
regardless u'r early.
Update for today...
1) tolong usahakan agar farid tak kacau misia lagi,
benci ngan dia sekarang... jantan gatal..
pompuan murahan mcm pulut dakap tu pun dia suka hoh!!
2) anak pemandu bas yang eksiden dulu datang jumpa misia,
dia nak personally mintak mahap katanya.. misia tampar dia
(Sambil dramatically nangis.. hoh malu malu).
so kalau ada lenguh kat wrist kanan tu, pasal tu lah.
3) Stop calling abah 'Lodi' in public.
Itu panggilan manja korang jer.
yes i know the 'ikmal jual ubi' story and 'maria mambo'legend
but that is my body u'r calling from.
Ayuni kata ibu ngan dia tgh jalan n saw abah buying
some groceries. U called him from 20 meters distance.
adehlaaa.. susah misia nak kaver ari nih..
4) cikgu kadir nyer homework...
and the list goes on, even though they're living the same body,
the note never gets shorter.
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 10:56 PM
after the third time i'm trying to write this story,
below is the only way that i find easy to understand
and hopefully a more interesting to read.
so its either short and boring like this...
'a ada anak, anak dia gi jalan jalan ngan mak dia... '
or below... long and winding, but i hope its worth the time :)
The light started to shine from outside, the bird
chirping like they're enjoying their happy morning
although if we would understand bird tongue,
we will know that they're actually cursing the human
for removing their newly built nest.
misia comes to her senses, she is awake,
still covered in her comfortable pillow and blanket,
trying to figure out what day is today, her whereabout
and what's that nice smell of cili tumis will turn into...
mee goreng? nasi lemak? humm humm..
she reaches her diary nicely placed on the cofee table
near the sofa she's sleeping in. All the answers will
be there.. these past few week have been hectic, crazy
and even ridiculous if one hears about em...
The diary was marked, Misia opens the diary to read
her mothers writing, blue font with decorative flower
misia, ibu bangun pagi ni dengan bau abah duk masak
mee goreng, bau udang kering yg tengik sangat sangat,
mesti dia tak basuh dulu lah tu, dia cranky sangat
pasal dia ada problem besar yg berlaku kat tpt keja dia,
mee segera baru dalam development katanya...
ibu pakai baju misia yg pink tu hari ni, inner puteh ngan
cardigan pink tu, mak suka yg longgar longgar,
misia jangan pakai yang ketat sangat tau!
ibu gi kelas.. duduk sebelah ayuni macam biasa.
Dia tengok mak jer dia dah tahu.. owh owh..
the adult misia is here for today. humm..
which makes me think that u'r definitely be acting childish
all day kan. anak ibu yg comel nih..
si farid kacau ibu lagi hari ni, dia tanya kenapa tak pegi
somewhere.. misia ada janji apa dengan dia semalam?
lenkali kalau ada apa apa janji, bagi tau la dlm diari nii.
nasib baik ibu pandai kaver heh.
Things For u to know:
1) kad library dah settle, tp tak cukup duit.
gi library cari cik karim utk byr lg 32 hinggit.
2) ayuni pinjam cd search in concert tu, sila follow up
3) Abah bli ikan bilis tadi, nasi lemak kot besok...
4) Ms karen ...
... and the list goes on till number 17)
misia stood up and smile while checking the library card
with her own face in pink cardigan on it. A slight smile
just like how her mother would smile in every photo she
had taken when she's still alive.
Pick up her K770i and check on the photo taken yesterday,
including the SMS and phone calls.
This is how misia spends her first 30 minutes every morning
for the last 3 weeks. Updates on her life when she is not... 'in'
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 6:34 AM
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Sis fairuzniza tagged pocket,
its been a while since my last post so lets warm up writing something lite first shall we :)
1. adakah anda rasa anda hot?
Yes, i am totally hot,
wanna blame the weather but its been raining
lately,wanna blame the elnino but there was none,
best that i blame my skin for having too much lemak lately lah kot...
2. upload wallpaper pc/laptop yang anda guna sekarang?
3. cerita pasal gambar ni?
pocket ada masaalah ngan excessive picture sebagai hiasan.
So am minimizing it to blackness.
4. kali terakhir makan piza?
macam bulan lepas pernah makan skali,
bli medium size dua keping makan kat umah.
Peh.. miraculously habih.. hahahah
5.lagu terakhir anda dengar?
lets see... zeeAvi-kantoi
6. apa yang anda buat selain selesaikan tag ini?
masak? semayang terawikh kot..
7. selain nama sendiri, anda dipanggil dengan nama apa?
kat EmArEsEm dulu orang panggil Lamin,
in short for KeLamin..
Kat UM plak orang panggil Bundle.
kerana tukang bagi nama tu bukak dictionary kat area B... n keluar bundle
nasib baik la tak BOAR kan.. adeh
8. tag lagi 5 orang yang nak kene tag?
3) Afdlin Shauki
9. sape orang no 1 dengan anda?
Adinda sedarah sedagin, sepinggan semangkuk
serumah, sepintu, sebelah, sepanggang, setinggan, setapak.
10. katekan sesuatu kepade orang no 5?
Banji, bulan tiga tahun depan.
kami belanja sate ... kat tawau!! :)
11. no 3 ade hubungan dengan sape?
err, macam dah kawin, anak pun dah ada kot.
12. bagaimana dengan orang no 2?
13. kata-kata cinta kepada orang no 4?
bendul, kita tak buleh bersama, ko takkan tak tahu, kita dua ni jantan!
14. berikan 5 fakta yang anda tahu mengenai orang yang anda tag?
1- sorang pun takkan balas tag ni:D
2- sorang ni tak layan tag tag ni
3- sorang ni tak penah tgk dia buat tag
4- sorang ni tak tau dia nak buat ker tag ni
5- sorang ni duk jauh sampai kat sabah nuha..
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 12:59 AM
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
yes it has been a while since my last post below
with the clown's ass as my choice of deco.
Sorry for not posting ever since,
sorry for the clowns muffin was not that nice
(Pinjam perkataan 'muffin' Sha kejap)
i have been away.. and when i'm saying that
i've been away its not like i've went to dubai
or any place worth to brag here,
Showing photos of me going places,
photo of food that i ate like most us bloggers do.
i am simply not in my head.
I was too busy handling stuff.
her, me and u... Yes maybe.
(How i wish i can show u guys my juggling..
am getting good u know heheh)
so as an intro after my long absence,
I'm putting this short,
got a lot of story to tell,
got a lot of story to read too.
and a tag from Fairuzniza to answer..
Selamat Berpuasa people,
dont drink and drive...
Even if u'r stuck in a traffic jam and
azan for waktu berbuka just went on...
Do not drink and drive.
nanti tersedak abih tumpah kena baju:D
Ngacuman oleh Pocket Pada 5:18 AM