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