I was looking at my entry and noticed that the last time i wrote on this blog was in April of this year, right before i left for the Kuching Toastmaster Annual convention.
Ok let me get my names cleared. I so did not entirely dissappear from the face of the blog-world. If you just google out my name, you'd notice that i've been busy with another blog i've set up which pretty much reflect where much of my time was - with Toastmaster! I've been busy uploading entries from DDYPC TMC to my very own toastmistrez.blogspot.com.
And i can't blame it entirely on toastmaster, cause then i have my speed dating (justsingles.blogspot.com) and some other secret society blog (which only us girls have the privy to bitch about guys we were/am with) and of course, i was busy with Mr. Somebody who apparently will step his first foot in KLCC working as an exec with MY COMPANY.
Probably will be a terrifying experience when your boyfriend works in the same company, and have probably set up some ploy to check out your every move. Erkk.. No sayang, i did not mean that.
But yeah, am happy that you will be joining us brains working diligently for the Nation. Go 1Malaysia, in whatever logical sense that will make.
Welcome welcome.
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Sunday, August 02, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Otw to Kuching.. Last Minute Entry
What is it about last minute tendency that encourage people to do so? Why can’t we plan our lives better, and not put off things until we are push to the very edge?
For me, a typical working day starts on mid-afternoon Sunday, and ends right up to before the Friday prayer. Don’t ask me why, it just is. Anything less than a mid-noon Sunday is considered hazardous, and anything later than the stipulated Friday working hour is considered normal.
Yesterday was a Thursday, but it felt like a typical Friday to me. Work finished by 1 pm, and by then, none of my bosses were around. Sigh. By then, I was already getting excited to leave for Kuching the next day (which is the sole reason why I am up at 4 am this morning, and sitting here with a couple of Toastmasters members on this chill Friday morning waiting for the 0710 flight).
So, there goes another non-productive ‘Friday’. But hooray.. Kuching, here I come!
For me, a typical working day starts on mid-afternoon Sunday, and ends right up to before the Friday prayer. Don’t ask me why, it just is. Anything less than a mid-noon Sunday is considered hazardous, and anything later than the stipulated Friday working hour is considered normal.
Yesterday was a Thursday, but it felt like a typical Friday to me. Work finished by 1 pm, and by then, none of my bosses were around. Sigh. By then, I was already getting excited to leave for Kuching the next day (which is the sole reason why I am up at 4 am this morning, and sitting here with a couple of Toastmasters members on this chill Friday morning waiting for the 0710 flight).
So, there goes another non-productive ‘Friday’. But hooray.. Kuching, here I come!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Another Lazy Sunday
Loneliness creeps in.
I can see glimpse and shadowy figures moving about, listening to the noises from the many wide acoustic blast, and the loud bang on the walls from nearby residence, the honk and drift from the traffic out the window, yet I feel lonely.
I blame others for my own misfortune yet I seldom act upon them.
Now I found another scapegoat to relish my trapped anger, and he willingly accepts it. I am not too sure when he would actually stop to tolerate any of this anymore, and choose turn and walk away. It’s probably the PMS I’m having, but then again, it’s been going on for the past 2 months already!
Oh well, Sundays are supposed to be those lazy Sunday. Cut the crap Suhana. Enjoy the rest of your lazy Sunday!
I can see glimpse and shadowy figures moving about, listening to the noises from the many wide acoustic blast, and the loud bang on the walls from nearby residence, the honk and drift from the traffic out the window, yet I feel lonely.
I blame others for my own misfortune yet I seldom act upon them.
Now I found another scapegoat to relish my trapped anger, and he willingly accepts it. I am not too sure when he would actually stop to tolerate any of this anymore, and choose turn and walk away. It’s probably the PMS I’m having, but then again, it’s been going on for the past 2 months already!
Oh well, Sundays are supposed to be those lazy Sunday. Cut the crap Suhana. Enjoy the rest of your lazy Sunday!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Have You Told a LIE?
Have you ever told a lie, with the intention of deceiving others either in a good or bad way. (But then again, can you really justify it even how noble the intention might be?)
I told a lie today, and I am not proud of it.
Hey, it’s a white lie. It really is not that bad ok, and I really am thinking for the sake of others…. What a fullload of bull.
How do you define a white lie?
I told a lie today, and I am not proud of it.
Hey, it’s a white lie. It really is not that bad ok, and I really am thinking for the sake of others…. What a fullload of bull.
How do you define a white lie?
A white lie would cause no discord if it were uncovered, and offers some benefit to the liar, the hearer, or both. White lies are often used to avoid offense, such as complimenting something one finds unattractive. In this case, the lie is told to avoid the harmful realistic implications of the truth. As a concept, it is largely defined by local custom and cannot be clearly separated from other lies with any authority.
I think I told a white lie today, and God forbid, I hope that it will not come back to me eventhough the rule of karma is strictly embedded in my believe. But hey, it was something that has happened in the past, and I fail to make a big deal of it then. And I thought now is the best time to reproduce that historical event, and use it to my advantage (or is it?). So, I have used it in time of emergency! It best fits what they say, an 'Emergency Lie'
What is an Emergency lie?
An emergency lie is a strategic lie told when the truth may not be told because, for example, harm to a third party would result. For example, a neighbour might lie to an enraged husband about the whereabouts of his unfaithful wife, because said husband might reasonably be expected to inflict physical injury should he encounter his wife in person. Alternatively, an emergency lie could denote a (temporary) lie told to a second person because of the presence of a third.
Wait, that doesn’t sound right too. I didn’t actually lie. I had just omitted some very critical facts like it has happened over more than 4 months ago… err..
All because I was quite taken aback by what someone said. I just wanted to state a case, and make sure that I have concrete reason to support it.
I had just finished reading Outliers, and I then realised what I lack of as opposed to all these Mat Saleh. I just wasn’t as blunt as they were, and I tried very hard to make them like me. I just need to step up, and ensure that they don’t look at me as a ‘little girl’ but someone whom just as equal.
So I lied. It is just a beginning to more bold and blunt things I will do. You’ll see.
Oh, and what lie best describe what I did today..?
Lying by omission
One lies by omission by omitting an important fact, deliberately leaving another person with a misconception. Lying by omission includes failures to correct pre-existing misconceptions. A husband may tell his wife he was out at a store, which is true, but lie by omitting the fact that he also visited his mistress, although it is disputable whether or not this is actually a lie. In most cases, the person has not directly denied a truth, but merely omitted some part of what transpired.
They say a liar is a person who is lying, who has previously lied, or who tends by nature to lie repeatedly
Which one describes me? .. Now or Eventually?
I think I told a white lie today, and God forbid, I hope that it will not come back to me eventhough the rule of karma is strictly embedded in my believe. But hey, it was something that has happened in the past, and I fail to make a big deal of it then. And I thought now is the best time to reproduce that historical event, and use it to my advantage (or is it?). So, I have used it in time of emergency! It best fits what they say, an 'Emergency Lie'
What is an Emergency lie?
An emergency lie is a strategic lie told when the truth may not be told because, for example, harm to a third party would result. For example, a neighbour might lie to an enraged husband about the whereabouts of his unfaithful wife, because said husband might reasonably be expected to inflict physical injury should he encounter his wife in person. Alternatively, an emergency lie could denote a (temporary) lie told to a second person because of the presence of a third.Wait, that doesn’t sound right too. I didn’t actually lie. I had just omitted some very critical facts like it has happened over more than 4 months ago… err..
All because I was quite taken aback by what someone said. I just wanted to state a case, and make sure that I have concrete reason to support it.
I had just finished reading Outliers, and I then realised what I lack of as opposed to all these Mat Saleh. I just wasn’t as blunt as they were, and I tried very hard to make them like me. I just need to step up, and ensure that they don’t look at me as a ‘little girl’ but someone whom just as equal.
So I lied. It is just a beginning to more bold and blunt things I will do. You’ll see.
Oh, and what lie best describe what I did today..?
Lying by omission
One lies by omission by omitting an important fact, deliberately leaving another person with a misconception. Lying by omission includes failures to correct pre-existing misconceptions. A husband may tell his wife he was out at a store, which is true, but lie by omitting the fact that he also visited his mistress, although it is disputable whether or not this is actually a lie. In most cases, the person has not directly denied a truth, but merely omitted some part of what transpired.
They say a liar is a person who is lying, who has previously lied, or who tends by nature to lie repeatedly
Which one describes me? .. Now or Eventually?
I feel like my nose getting longer.. No...
Friday, March 13, 2009
Suhana Sebagai Emcee Berjaya
“Suhana, you’re in the wrong business. You should be in front of tv, and become a talk show host for kids tv. You just have the talent for it”
Hmm.. this is coming from a Norwegian Mat Saleh boss after I did very well emceeing our engagement session yesterday.
It can mean a lot of things, which are:
- “You’re fired, but I want you to quit on your own realisation and think that you can make a name in the show business. Ha ha.. the joke is on you”
- “These Malaysian.. You need to suck up to them, and they’ll warm up to you even more”
- “Please don’t embarrass yourself by becoming an emcee again. I can’t see you emceeing any other xxxx function”
- “You’re good, and I am honest” OR
- I wanted to go and check whether this guy is in the office, and because you were standing in front of his office, you can be my divertion. I will pretend to talk about just anything with you (sucks isn’t it)
There’s been a lot of office politics lately in this freaking Level 52, between the Mat Saleh and the orang Malaysia, that nowadays, you don’t know who to believe.
Believe in yourself? Heck.. I don’t have that much confidence anymore. But then, with the toastmaster program i've been going, i've been pretty much a confident speaker (of talking crap) and pretty good at emceeing. Haha.. Angkut bakul la plak (translation - picking up a basket - err... I know it sounds silly)
Moral of the story: None
The underline story: I emcee well (only informal emceeing that is). Please hire me.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Bukit Antarabangsa - Tragedi Bulan December
Who would have thought that 15 years after the Highland Tower tragedy, similar disaster is affecting houses located approximately 1.5 km from the area. 14 bungalows were completely destroyed, killing 4 at the time of this write up.
Who was to be blamed?
You know how Malaysia isn’t that big (with population of about 20 Million thus far) and how everyone is connected to everyone in some way or another. And plus the fact that I have a very big family, so when Bukit Antarabangsa was struck with the landslide, you will find me going all frantic about saving someone who has been forgotten by the rest of the world (well, that was just me being all havoc and stuff).
So my sister’s family got cut off from civilization – no electricity, water or any manmade technological discovery you can never imagine having to live with. And the rest of the world forgot about those in Bukit Utama who was stuck at the top of the hill, as the only entrance out was inaccessible.
My brother, Maie who is staying with them was coming home at about 4 am that day. So when some makcik right by the street franticly tried waving him to stop, he chose to ignore fearing two reasons,
1. The Makcik was trying to get seringgit from him
2. The Makcik hitching a ride to some quiet area, which will later turn out to be a grave and the makcik is actually another creature of the earth. Err spooky.
The whole area was pitch black, and he couldn’t see what the fuss is all about when there were glimpse of ambulance and police car on the street. He stopped, got out of the car and then he saw a family running out of a house and the landslide occurring right in front of his eyes. If he were to be going home a bit earlier and not waste his precious time talking his friends at the mamak, he might even be under those piles of soil and rocks by now. Thank Goodness for that.
I only got to know when Ahmad called me at 730 that morning, so I rushed downstairs and frankly, quite shocked to see Maie enjoying his breakfast with ma and abah. So, it’s old news, and again, I am among the last to know (can even hear Huda and Fiza singing to this tune, flashback… during the time when I was actually the last in our circle to know that Huda is getting married!). And of course, I continued my sleep after.
Woke up at 10 am, and the rest of the day was spent on communicating with Colin and Maie (as the middle person) on the rescue plan. After various engagements with the authority and the neighbors, they boldly decided to GET OUT!
The best thing was, when PM announced that he is coming to the site, everyone stopped the SAR (Search and Rescue) work as they felt obliged to prepare for the arrival of the Yang Berhormat. But the Sultan of Selangor, as always, showed true leadership character. He came unannounced; hence, these people didn’t really have time to prepare the red carpet and the nuisance of making all the necessary ‘preparation’ work. But yeah, different people has different way of showing how mucyh they care la kan.
But anyway, coming back to the Evacuation Plan…
Msis couldn’t really walk with the bad ankle that she has, but she decided to brave the pain and the trail up ahead. I wish she would have just taken the heli, but there were an apparent lack of communication between the authority and the rest of those staying up there, so she decided to go through anyway. I waited for about 1.5 hours, before seeing the family. Gosh, what a relief it is that they are safe. Even Sarah (my two year old nephew) did not seem traumatized by the whole ordeal.
So here we are now after 2 long days, recapping the whole episode and how we wish things like this has not happen. An old Chinese man who were forced to evacuate, mumbled about how they have invested so much into the place, and how things such as this should not have happen. And yes, things like this should not have happen.
Today, there is still SAR continues for one last survivor, a Sri Lankan whom they fear may still remained trapped.
And yes, they have identify a probably cause. An expert even mentioned that this landslide is apparently man-made, as the area has the same geological factors as other parts of Kuala Lumpur, ie soil, rock and there is underground water everywhere. They say that the abandoned project may have been the cause of the landslide, as the site is not completed and there is no maintenance of the site.
Whatever it is, they need to punish the ones whom have caused this mayhem. And the kind of punishment needs to serve as a lesson to all.
Who was to be blamed?
You know how Malaysia isn’t that big (with population of about 20 Million thus far) and how everyone is connected to everyone in some way or another. And plus the fact that I have a very big family, so when Bukit Antarabangsa was struck with the landslide, you will find me going all frantic about saving someone who has been forgotten by the rest of the world (well, that was just me being all havoc and stuff).
So my sister’s family got cut off from civilization – no electricity, water or any manmade technological discovery you can never imagine having to live with. And the rest of the world forgot about those in Bukit Utama who was stuck at the top of the hill, as the only entrance out was inaccessible.
My brother, Maie who is staying with them was coming home at about 4 am that day. So when some makcik right by the street franticly tried waving him to stop, he chose to ignore fearing two reasons,
1. The Makcik was trying to get seringgit from him
2. The Makcik hitching a ride to some quiet area, which will later turn out to be a grave and the makcik is actually another creature of the earth. Err spooky.
The whole area was pitch black, and he couldn’t see what the fuss is all about when there were glimpse of ambulance and police car on the street. He stopped, got out of the car and then he saw a family running out of a house and the landslide occurring right in front of his eyes. If he were to be going home a bit earlier and not waste his precious time talking his friends at the mamak, he might even be under those piles of soil and rocks by now. Thank Goodness for that.
I only got to know when Ahmad called me at 730 that morning, so I rushed downstairs and frankly, quite shocked to see Maie enjoying his breakfast with ma and abah. So, it’s old news, and again, I am among the last to know (can even hear Huda and Fiza singing to this tune, flashback… during the time when I was actually the last in our circle to know that Huda is getting married!). And of course, I continued my sleep after.
Woke up at 10 am, and the rest of the day was spent on communicating with Colin and Maie (as the middle person) on the rescue plan. After various engagements with the authority and the neighbors, they boldly decided to GET OUT!
The best thing was, when PM announced that he is coming to the site, everyone stopped the SAR (Search and Rescue) work as they felt obliged to prepare for the arrival of the Yang Berhormat. But the Sultan of Selangor, as always, showed true leadership character. He came unannounced; hence, these people didn’t really have time to prepare the red carpet and the nuisance of making all the necessary ‘preparation’ work. But yeah, different people has different way of showing how mucyh they care la kan.
But anyway, coming back to the Evacuation Plan…
Msis couldn’t really walk with the bad ankle that she has, but she decided to brave the pain and the trail up ahead. I wish she would have just taken the heli, but there were an apparent lack of communication between the authority and the rest of those staying up there, so she decided to go through anyway. I waited for about 1.5 hours, before seeing the family. Gosh, what a relief it is that they are safe. Even Sarah (my two year old nephew) did not seem traumatized by the whole ordeal.
So here we are now after 2 long days, recapping the whole episode and how we wish things like this has not happen. An old Chinese man who were forced to evacuate, mumbled about how they have invested so much into the place, and how things such as this should not have happen. And yes, things like this should not have happen.
Today, there is still SAR continues for one last survivor, a Sri Lankan whom they fear may still remained trapped.
And yes, they have identify a probably cause. An expert even mentioned that this landslide is apparently man-made, as the area has the same geological factors as other parts of Kuala Lumpur, ie soil, rock and there is underground water everywhere. They say that the abandoned project may have been the cause of the landslide, as the site is not completed and there is no maintenance of the site.
Whatever it is, they need to punish the ones whom have caused this mayhem. And the kind of punishment needs to serve as a lesson to all.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Toastmaster - Hidup Mesti Terima Kegagalan
Sometimes in life you just have to learn to accept the fact that life does not always treat you fair, and learn to handle resentment as ethical as you can. Sometimes you must not take things too personal and accept what fate has chosen for you.
I was furious at the fact that I lost, cause I thought I had it pretty much bagged and ready to go. Luckily I didn't show the sign of pure bliss of confidence, else, I would have stormed out of the room deniably claiming my ‘lost’.
Ok, so there I was rewinding the moment, rethinking about . What did i do wrong? How could I have been ONLY second best?
Everyone congratulated me on a speech well done, and some said that I should have won. I gave a fake smile and gave the humble answer where I don’t think I was not good enough to begin with. Secretly I knew I was not making sense. If only you were there, you could see that I have moved leaped from my early un-confident speech. I have transformed myself. It was shaky at the beginning, but I went off marvelously once I have gained my confidence.
I spent that night on the bed, playing my speech on my head over and over again and comparing mine to the guy who won. I keep thinking about why life has been unfair to me, that the contest was not just about who’s the best. Somehow he appeals more, I guess. It’s not about who has the best English or the best content, it’s maybe about who warms up more to you even before the contest begin? Who has a more catchy opening? It’s all starting to make some sense.
This is what happened during the recent Area Humor & Evaluation Contest for toastmasters, and yes, I won 2nd place. I need regain my momentum and fight back to win the Divisional level. I just need to be better for myself, and everyone else.
Don’t worry. I’m just being a tad dramatic here, one like period, which I do have every now and then. Wish me luck for the next one.
I was furious at the fact that I lost, cause I thought I had it pretty much bagged and ready to go. Luckily I didn't show the sign of pure bliss of confidence, else, I would have stormed out of the room deniably claiming my ‘lost’.
Ok, so there I was rewinding the moment, rethinking about . What did i do wrong? How could I have been ONLY second best?
Everyone congratulated me on a speech well done, and some said that I should have won. I gave a fake smile and gave the humble answer where I don’t think I was not good enough to begin with. Secretly I knew I was not making sense. If only you were there, you could see that I have moved leaped from my early un-confident speech. I have transformed myself. It was shaky at the beginning, but I went off marvelously once I have gained my confidence.
I spent that night on the bed, playing my speech on my head over and over again and comparing mine to the guy who won. I keep thinking about why life has been unfair to me, that the contest was not just about who’s the best. Somehow he appeals more, I guess. It’s not about who has the best English or the best content, it’s maybe about who warms up more to you even before the contest begin? Who has a more catchy opening? It’s all starting to make some sense.
This is what happened during the recent Area Humor & Evaluation Contest for toastmasters, and yes, I won 2nd place. I need regain my momentum and fight back to win the Divisional level. I just need to be better for myself, and everyone else.
Don’t worry. I’m just being a tad dramatic here, one like period, which I do have every now and then. Wish me luck for the next one.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
THE 'KITE RUNNER's' 'INFIDELITY CHAIN' made 'EAGLE EYE' 'PUNGGOK RINDUKAN BULAN' 'KAMI'
So, how do you spend a week-long holiday entrapped in the big city – Kuala Lumpur?
Various ways: lepak2 with your boyfriend (check), finish up on those novels which you bought but have not read (check check), watch movies (check check check).
I do have to admit that my Raya was not as glamorous. Wore the new baju kurung on the first day, and that was Raya for me. Wait, I wore the other new baju kurung for a wedding on Saturday night, so I do have another 2 unworn .. opsie.. yeah, I lavishly went on a major shopping spree for 4 baju kurung this year.
So, the two books I read:
THE INFIDELITY CHAIN – a lot of raunchy acts, plots that were quite interesting, good
ending. Not a Must-Have-Book, but definitely the one that kills your boredom on Second Day of Raya
KITE RUNNER – Excellent! A story about family, friendship, war and terror. Finally a book so moving that you’re taken away by the story. A book that made me feels thankful for the tranquility that I enjoy in this country
And the three movies I watched:
EAGLE EYE – Disappointing. Not the Spielberg make that you would expect. A rip off from some other futuristic movie
PUNGGOK RINDUKAN BULAN – I can’t believe Amir Muhammad even had anything to do with it. I lost the story line not even mid-way. And apparently, there were only 3 of us who sat in the big cinema watching the show. I guess everyone else knows better. And here I thought that I am artsy enough to follow this show till the end.
KAMI – Quite good. Love the plot, and love the character Lyn. Suddenly reminded me of Dawson’s Creek. But not the kind of movie to educate you about what these indie acts ie gigs etc all about, more of a movie about teenagers and their many issues. But an enjoyable movie after all.
Work starts Monday (erk.. remember how you used to dread saying that school starts Monday!) Not sure whether I had plenty of rest to begin with, and staying up late just to blog about it.
Good nite everyone (or morning in this case). Look forward for a brand new day tomorrow.
Various ways: lepak2 with your boyfriend (check), finish up on those novels which you bought but have not read (check check), watch movies (check check check).
I do have to admit that my Raya was not as glamorous. Wore the new baju kurung on the first day, and that was Raya for me. Wait, I wore the other new baju kurung for a wedding on Saturday night, so I do have another 2 unworn .. opsie.. yeah, I lavishly went on a major shopping spree for 4 baju kurung this year.
So, the two books I read:
THE INFIDELITY CHAIN – a lot of raunchy acts, plots that were quite interesting, good
ending. Not a Must-Have-Book, but definitely the one that kills your boredom on Second Day of Raya
KITE RUNNER – Excellent! A story about family, friendship, war and terror. Finally a book so moving that you’re taken away by the story. A book that made me feels thankful for the tranquility that I enjoy in this country
And the three movies I watched:
EAGLE EYE – Disappointing. Not the Spielberg make that you would expect. A rip off from some other futuristic movie
PUNGGOK RINDUKAN BULAN – I can’t believe Amir Muhammad even had anything to do with it. I lost the story line not even mid-way. And apparently, there were only 3 of us who sat in the big cinema watching the show. I guess everyone else knows better. And here I thought that I am artsy enough to follow this show till the end.
KAMI – Quite good. Love the plot, and love the character Lyn. Suddenly reminded me of Dawson’s Creek. But not the kind of movie to educate you about what these indie acts ie gigs etc all about, more of a movie about teenagers and their many issues. But an enjoyable movie after all.
Work starts Monday (erk.. remember how you used to dread saying that school starts Monday!) Not sure whether I had plenty of rest to begin with, and staying up late just to blog about it.
Good nite everyone (or morning in this case). Look forward for a brand new day tomorrow.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Hati-hati di Jalan Raya
I got the call at 7.01 pm, and had the shocked of my life.
3 of my cousin were on the way for balik kampong, when the Kancil they were driving met with an accident… a head-on collision with a 1 tonne lorry. The driver passed away instantly and the two others were in ICU.
My family were the first to arrive in Hospital Raub that night, as their parents were making their way miles away from Padang Pak Amat, Kelantan and we are the only family living closest. We were told that Izzati was brought to Hospital Temerloh due to her criticality, and the oldest, Sulong is being warded with 1 eyes temporary blinded due to the impact from the broken glasses.
Sulong was still half conscious, but he repeatedly asked about Izzati. He was quite relief knowing that his little sister was all right, but little did he knew about the fate of his younger brother. We didn’t want to break the news there and then.
What was supposed to be a short trip to the hospital, turned into an overnight outing. We spent the next few hours in Raub for sahur, and slept at the back of the car waiting for daylight as we would need to perform Dowe’s last ritual right.
It was not until 11 am that day that solat jenazah with Ayah Chik was performed. It was also when Sulong walked out of the ward, that we told him about Dowe. Never did he expect that his little brother would be the first to go. He watched from afar as Dowe’s body were carried on the van.
I know that somehow he blamed himself. If only he didn’t insisted to go home that evening, or if he had just driven back himself. But things just simply happen, and God had better plan for all of us.
I do not want to elaborate in detail what happen cause I don’t feel like reliving those heartbreaking moments.
But Selamat Hari Raya everyone. Drive safe. Don’t rush.
3 of my cousin were on the way for balik kampong, when the Kancil they were driving met with an accident… a head-on collision with a 1 tonne lorry. The driver passed away instantly and the two others were in ICU.
My family were the first to arrive in Hospital Raub that night, as their parents were making their way miles away from Padang Pak Amat, Kelantan and we are the only family living closest. We were told that Izzati was brought to Hospital Temerloh due to her criticality, and the oldest, Sulong is being warded with 1 eyes temporary blinded due to the impact from the broken glasses.
Sulong was still half conscious, but he repeatedly asked about Izzati. He was quite relief knowing that his little sister was all right, but little did he knew about the fate of his younger brother. We didn’t want to break the news there and then.
What was supposed to be a short trip to the hospital, turned into an overnight outing. We spent the next few hours in Raub for sahur, and slept at the back of the car waiting for daylight as we would need to perform Dowe’s last ritual right.
It was not until 11 am that day that solat jenazah with Ayah Chik was performed. It was also when Sulong walked out of the ward, that we told him about Dowe. Never did he expect that his little brother would be the first to go. He watched from afar as Dowe’s body were carried on the van.
I know that somehow he blamed himself. If only he didn’t insisted to go home that evening, or if he had just driven back himself. But things just simply happen, and God had better plan for all of us.
I do not want to elaborate in detail what happen cause I don’t feel like reliving those heartbreaking moments.
But Selamat Hari Raya everyone. Drive safe. Don’t rush.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Pengalaman Masa Silau - Gunung Ledang
(ALL pix courtesy of Aiman - i curik so cause i know you won't mind :p)
When Aiman called me up on one fine day to join the expedition to Ledang, I was overwhelm with joy. It’s been a while since I got geared up for any action-packed adventure, so it was an instant agreement on my side.
When I put down the phone, it suddenly struck me. It has been a while since I last work out in the gym. I squeeze on my arm muscle and starting jumping up and down to measure the strength I’ve got prepared for the expedition. You see, climbing the 6th hardest mountain in Malaysia is not an easy task. I was gasping for air after the 5th jump, and look ridiculously embarrassed when my brother came into the room. “Looks like someone badly needed to shed off those weights huh” he said.
So I advocated myself to running and lifting weight in the gym for the next one week. It was definitely a crash effort, but nevertheless worth the shot. I need to be mentally and physically prepared, as well as try to at least look good in my sports attire.
I was all geared up that fine Saturday morning. The 2 ½ drive was nothing compared to the sole admiration for the beautiful green lushes. With the spirit of Malaysia Boleh, a group of 15 of us went marching ahead while humming the song “Inilah Barisan Kita, Yang Mahu Mendaki…”.
The joy was not just mine. We had Amir, our evergreen entertainer who
would sing all the Malay songs you could imagine dated from the 70s. I wasn’t sure whether it was the exhausting hour going up the hill or the exhausting sound of Amir’s sometime not-so-lovely voice that made us decided took the took a 10 minutes break, but it was indeed the break we need.
I wasn’t sure why, but then it had just occurred to me there and then. “Isn’t this the mountain where the story of Puteri Gunung Ledang originated?” Choi! Everyone gave me the unbelievable stare, and Amir quietly whispered to me, “You don’t talk about the mystical creature whenever you are in a jungle. It’s forbidden for whatever reason that you should be aware off”
I suddenly had cramp in my stomach. I gulp the remaining saliva in my mouth and gave the frightful look back to Amir. My good friend Aiman then winked and we continue our journey up the challenging hill.
The trail was a tricky one, and definitely the Nike shoe that I had for the last 4 years is not up to it. But the real challenge has yet to come. We had the shocked of our life looking at the steep rock curving 90 degrees that we had to climb. There was no safety harness and felt relief that the wall climbing experience I had in Summit before has become a worthwhile investment.
As We reached the top of Gunung Ledang, there was a sigh of relief from all as we inhale the fresh purified air, and the feel of wind brushing our hair. We didn’t had the Malaysian flag with us, or else I bet you that it would be the typical picture of climbers with the Malaysian flag and fist going up the air plastered on my office wall.
Aiman and I decided to enjoy our time climbing down admiring the beautiful scenic view. We thought that as we are walking in the middle, we are not too far off from the front group and if we couldn’t catch up, we could always fall back with the rest of other team at the back. So Aiman the photographer decided to snap more pictures of the creatures of the jungle, and of yours truely of course.
We were almost ¾ way down the mountain when we lost the earlier trail. We can still hear Amir’s loud voice singing Ekamatra’s song from behind. Aiman pointed out to a big opening on the right side of the trail, but I was hesitant on following the trail. Well, girls may not be good at road signs or remembering the street, but we do have good intuition about certain things.
There were no other trail that was visible; hence I decided that I might be wrong, as always. The route was slippery, and the ground was covered all over with fallen leaves. It doesn’t at all look like the familiar trail that we’ve taken.
My feet were already killing me that I tried hard to focus on getting down the mountain as quick as I can. And in all that time, I was thankful that Aiman was there at my side. I slipped and fall at times, and had to crawl down in order to keep myself at balanced. It has been a while since the wind carried Amir’s tune, so we were sure that we are no longer on the right trail, but we remain silent to the probable fact that we might be lost.
I was in painful tear of joy when we finally found a trail leading towards another familiar route. I didn’t want to look back at the 30 minutes detour we had. As we reached the base camp, we saw the familiar looking group waving and jumping in joy. Apparently we were 1 hour behind the last group, and they were about to notify the authority if we did not show up within the next 10 minutes.
I wasn’t sure about what had happen. We had finally broken our silence on the way back to Kuala Lumpur. “I think we got lost” was the first sentence that Aiman managed to utter to myself and 3 other friends who rode the car. “But I thought that you were sure about the way?”, I said.
Apparently he didn’t want me to worry, and kept my focus by saying that we were almost there. He knew that there was something unusual with the gigantic tree that he kept seeing on our way down. He felt like we were being watched. Aiman may sound like a Muslim name, but it belongs to a Chinese boy called Eng Yao. Realising the fact that we may have fallen to the passage of some mystical force, he tried to recite the various religious texts he knew .. Christian, Buddhist to even rehearsing Bismillah in his head. He couldn’t finish any of the content, and felt the shivering cold wind gushing through.
I clearly was more focused on the thumbing paint of both my feet, that I didn’t felt anything supernatural about it. But Amir then gave me the frightful look that said, “I told you that you should not mention the mystical creature, for whatever reason that you should be aware off”.
Could it be the reason, or are we just two stubborn climbers who should have followed the big group instead of trying to be smart? For whatever it is, shh… just an advice, When you go to the jungle, never mention about the mystical creature … well, for whatever reason that you should be aware off. And this is a true story that has happen back in May of last year. Peace and out.
When Aiman called me up on one fine day to join the expedition to Ledang, I was overwhelm with joy. It’s been a while since I got geared up for any action-packed adventure, so it was an instant agreement on my side.
When I put down the phone, it suddenly struck me. It has been a while since I last work out in the gym. I squeeze on my arm muscle and starting jumping up and down to measure the strength I’ve got prepared for the expedition. You see, climbing the 6th hardest mountain in Malaysia is not an easy task. I was gasping for air after the 5th jump, and look ridiculously embarrassed when my brother came into the room. “Looks like someone badly needed to shed off those weights huh” he said.
So I advocated myself to running and lifting weight in the gym for the next one week. It was definitely a crash effort, but nevertheless worth the shot. I need to be mentally and physically prepared, as well as try to at least look good in my sports attire.
I was all geared up that fine Saturday morning. The 2 ½ drive was nothing compared to the sole admiration for the beautiful green lushes. With the spirit of Malaysia Boleh, a group of 15 of us went marching ahead while humming the song “Inilah Barisan Kita, Yang Mahu Mendaki…”.
The joy was not just mine. We had Amir, our evergreen entertainer who
would sing all the Malay songs you could imagine dated from the 70s. I wasn’t sure whether it was the exhausting hour going up the hill or the exhausting sound of Amir’s sometime not-so-lovely voice that made us decided took the took a 10 minutes break, but it was indeed the break we need.I wasn’t sure why, but then it had just occurred to me there and then. “Isn’t this the mountain where the story of Puteri Gunung Ledang originated?” Choi! Everyone gave me the unbelievable stare, and Amir quietly whispered to me, “You don’t talk about the mystical creature whenever you are in a jungle. It’s forbidden for whatever reason that you should be aware off”
I suddenly had cramp in my stomach. I gulp the remaining saliva in my mouth and gave the frightful look back to Amir. My good friend Aiman then winked and we continue our journey up the challenging hill.
The trail was a tricky one, and definitely the Nike shoe that I had for the last 4 years is not up to it. But the real challenge has yet to come. We had the shocked of our life looking at the steep rock curving 90 degrees that we had to climb. There was no safety harness and felt relief that the wall climbing experience I had in Summit before has become a worthwhile investment.As We reached the top of Gunung Ledang, there was a sigh of relief from all as we inhale the fresh purified air, and the feel of wind brushing our hair. We didn’t had the Malaysian flag with us, or else I bet you that it would be the typical picture of climbers with the Malaysian flag and fist going up the air plastered on my office wall.
Aiman and I decided to enjoy our time climbing down admiring the beautiful scenic view. We thought that as we are walking in the middle, we are not too far off from the front group and if we couldn’t catch up, we could always fall back with the rest of other team at the back. So Aiman the photographer decided to snap more pictures of the creatures of the jungle, and of yours truely of course.
We were almost ¾ way down the mountain when we lost the earlier trail. We can still hear Amir’s loud voice singing Ekamatra’s song from behind. Aiman pointed out to a big opening on the right side of the trail, but I was hesitant on following the trail. Well, girls may not be good at road signs or remembering the street, but we do have good intuition about certain things.
There were no other trail that was visible; hence I decided that I might be wrong, as always. The route was slippery, and the ground was covered all over with fallen leaves. It doesn’t at all look like the familiar trail that we’ve taken.
My feet were already killing me that I tried hard to focus on getting down the mountain as quick as I can. And in all that time, I was thankful that Aiman was there at my side. I slipped and fall at times, and had to crawl down in order to keep myself at balanced. It has been a while since the wind carried Amir’s tune, so we were sure that we are no longer on the right trail, but we remain silent to the probable fact that we might be lost.
I was in painful tear of joy when we finally found a trail leading towards another familiar route. I didn’t want to look back at the 30 minutes detour we had. As we reached the base camp, we saw the familiar looking group waving and jumping in joy. Apparently we were 1 hour behind the last group, and they were about to notify the authority if we did not show up within the next 10 minutes.I wasn’t sure about what had happen. We had finally broken our silence on the way back to Kuala Lumpur. “I think we got lost” was the first sentence that Aiman managed to utter to myself and 3 other friends who rode the car. “But I thought that you were sure about the way?”, I said.
Apparently he didn’t want me to worry, and kept my focus by saying that we were almost there. He knew that there was something unusual with the gigantic tree that he kept seeing on our way down. He felt like we were being watched. Aiman may sound like a Muslim name, but it belongs to a Chinese boy called Eng Yao. Realising the fact that we may have fallen to the passage of some mystical force, he tried to recite the various religious texts he knew .. Christian, Buddhist to even rehearsing Bismillah in his head. He couldn’t finish any of the content, and felt the shivering cold wind gushing through.
I clearly was more focused on the thumbing paint of both my feet, that I didn’t felt anything supernatural about it. But Amir then gave me the frightful look that said, “I told you that you should not mention the mystical creature, for whatever reason that you should be aware off”.
Could it be the reason, or are we just two stubborn climbers who should have followed the big group instead of trying to be smart? For whatever it is, shh… just an advice, When you go to the jungle, never mention about the mystical creature … well, for whatever reason that you should be aware off. And this is a true story that has happen back in May of last year. Peace and out.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Saya Teman Baru YouthSays
I've got my YouthSays Broadcast Badge
The YouthSays Broadcast Badge will take your voice and broadcast it to the world. So, let's just see how involved i am with this.
Go Malaysia. Go Youth. Let's find new friends.
Cheers.
The YouthSays Broadcast Badge will take your voice and broadcast it to the world. So, let's just see how involved i am with this.
Go Malaysia. Go Youth. Let's find new friends.
Cheers.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Saham Dah Jatuh, But Tak Kisah. I Am In Love
It’s been a while, so I need to be completely honest with all of you.
I don’t know why suddenly people start to be checking me out, or been honestly telling me that they had a crush on me before, or knew of another person who has been having a crush on me. Gosh, I cannot comprehend this reality, not when I am taken… now. Haha…
As you can see, I am in love and it only has been a month.
When he asked me, “Can I bercinta with you”, I felt uneasy at first. The fact that I had to release my Single status when I am comfortable going out ‘checking’ other available ‘chap’ was indeed a pull not to. I have been single for 4 years now, and I need to make sure that I am falling for THE right person.
But you know your way, sayang. I had the bouquet of flowers on my left hand, and the box of chocolate on the other. I was trapped. I couldn’t say no and rush off the car. Haha.. Kidding.
I felt so much love, and like I said to you, “I felt so disayangi”. Thanks sayang for coming into my life.
It has only been a month.
But sayang,
I love you more than yesterday, but less than tomorrow.
Truly Yours
SS
I don’t know why suddenly people start to be checking me out, or been honestly telling me that they had a crush on me before, or knew of another person who has been having a crush on me. Gosh, I cannot comprehend this reality, not when I am taken… now. Haha…
As you can see, I am in love and it only has been a month.
When he asked me, “Can I bercinta with you”, I felt uneasy at first. The fact that I had to release my Single status when I am comfortable going out ‘checking’ other available ‘chap’ was indeed a pull not to. I have been single for 4 years now, and I need to make sure that I am falling for THE right person.
But you know your way, sayang. I had the bouquet of flowers on my left hand, and the box of chocolate on the other. I was trapped. I couldn’t say no and rush off the car. Haha.. Kidding.
I felt so much love, and like I said to you, “I felt so disayangi”. Thanks sayang for coming into my life.
It has only been a month.
But sayang,
I love you more than yesterday, but less than tomorrow.
Truly Yours
SS
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Rambut Pendekku Mendapat Komen
“Oh, dah potong rambut”
“Haha.. Aik perasan ke.”
He smiled. She smiled back and walked away.
That was the brief conversation that Suhana had this morning with one of the guard at work. Out of the 10 something thousand of people working there, the guard recognize her. Wow, even my alter ego was very much impressed.
There was another guard she remembered earlier from her early days in the towers, whom were overly friendly. At one point, he emailed her just to say hi. Don’t ask me how he knows her name or got her email address as she was stunned herself. Probably Suhana just have that impact on people :p.
So Suhana is tired and began writing nonsense that she can recall from today. That’s the only significant thing that is worth remembering.
Anyway, she has to finish up this paperwork for a meeting tomorrow. She’s sleepy and deciding to surf the net first then sleep and continue work at 3.30 am later. If only we can trigger our brain to work at a specified time frame. If only everything is always THAT simple.
Anyway, hi peeps. Have a good working Friday tomorrow!
Ps: I’ll post my new short tomboyish hair look whenever I am ready to show it off to the world. Btw, I so cannot wear those baju kurung on Friday anymore, as it doesn’t go with this macho look. How la nak pegi wedding this weekend. Can I cancel? Arrghhh…
“Haha.. Aik perasan ke.”
He smiled. She smiled back and walked away.
That was the brief conversation that Suhana had this morning with one of the guard at work. Out of the 10 something thousand of people working there, the guard recognize her. Wow, even my alter ego was very much impressed.
There was another guard she remembered earlier from her early days in the towers, whom were overly friendly. At one point, he emailed her just to say hi. Don’t ask me how he knows her name or got her email address as she was stunned herself. Probably Suhana just have that impact on people :p.
So Suhana is tired and began writing nonsense that she can recall from today. That’s the only significant thing that is worth remembering.
Anyway, she has to finish up this paperwork for a meeting tomorrow. She’s sleepy and deciding to surf the net first then sleep and continue work at 3.30 am later. If only we can trigger our brain to work at a specified time frame. If only everything is always THAT simple.
Anyway, hi peeps. Have a good working Friday tomorrow!
Ps: I’ll post my new short tomboyish hair look whenever I am ready to show it off to the world. Btw, I so cannot wear those baju kurung on Friday anymore, as it doesn’t go with this macho look. How la nak pegi wedding this weekend. Can I cancel? Arrghhh…
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Ketuaku... Senamanku.... Laparku...
Yeah.. yeah.. Am at work, but decided to rant anyway since my boss is not within visible range (way up there in the country of 'matahari terbit'). Zzzz…
Let’s flashback to my first few weeks in the office. By chance, when he was traveling to China, he texted me asking "Do you want anything from here?". I guess that was the early warming-up engagement which only lasted briefly, not until you see the pile of work and hectic schedule that all that seem to matter, doesn’t really quite do it anyway. The orientation period is over, and he's back to being the boss again.
Last Friday, I proudly wore the traditional baju kurung, in which my grace and elegance won the admiration of another boss :p. Of course being the un-serious me, I laughed and revealed to him that I had to wear something decent every Friday. My boss looked at me and said, "aku suruh dia pakai baju kurung. Respect the day. Ni pakai seluar, skirt..." I laughed again, and said "But today Friday la boss. nanti nak keluar dating etc". He gave that serious look which made me smile and my heart was beating, “Yes ayah. Will do ayah”.
Yeah, bitch all you want about the boss when he’s not around. But actually, we are very civilized really. There’s this respect that we uphold, and even though I am very kiddish at time, he knows that I am a valuable asset to him. And such a father figure he has become to me. I don’t really do what people told me off to do, but I do it if I feel the surge of respect to that person. “Nah.. Suhana is just scared that he won’t give her a good rating this year and it will just totally spoil her record :p” Blab la bla…Where got… I am so gonna miss him when I leave for this other position. Last week he asked me again whether I am sure about moving. So of course Suhana grin with content. Hmm… Sayang jugak boss kat aku.
Hey, this post is not supposed to be about my boss.
Well really, after a long absence, I feel like I need to update my dearest readers.
I have been going to the gym for about a month now. I actually signed up 1 day before my birthday in December (jot this down… 22 December..:p) as part of my new-‘age’ resolution. When we were asked to list the 3 things we wanted to achieve, this is what I told my trainer (in order of importance of course):
1. Tone my body
2. Lose weight
3. Reduce stress
So, PHYSICALLY what have I achieved post-1-month-training?
200 gram of additional FAT
200 gram of MUSCLE
2 kJoule higher metabolisme
Damn… do the math. I have just added another 400 gram of body weight where I am supposed to be doing totally the opposite! How has the training session helped?
EMOTIONALLY/SPIRITUALLY I guess I feel much fitter now. I still can’t buy the new jeans that I wanted, but at least I can do a 2 km jog without dying of exhaustion.
Someone recently probe an interesting question, “Don’t you have a 4th agenda up your sleeve when you signed up for the gym?”
Flatter me…
“Meeting someone new at the gym?”
You mean all those masculine guys, dying for girls to check them out, but turn out to be gay all along?
“Oh… that settles it then”
Yes, atrocious but true. Most guys in the gym ARE gay! You can look all you want at this 6 packs I have developed, but sorry girls, I am reserving this for my partner who would probably have the same 6 packs, and would satisfy my desire MORE. Ok.. stop stop… Let’s just blanko that dreadful thought off your mind.. and mine.
Yesterday when I played tennis, I felt fitter. Of course the chicken sup and lamb chop we had before wasn’t exactly healthy to start with and restrain some of our cross-court crossing and big-serve (some Big excuse and Big words which she just made up from all those matches on telly), but I felt that my forehand were sharper. Probably gym has pays off in some way. Probably the muscle I gain on my arms compliment the fat I have on my bum for my whole fast and swift Sharapove move. :-D
So, I am going to the gym again today for my Personal Trainer session. After 1-month of hardcore gym session, I guess I understand the suffering of those who spend most of their life counting calories on the food they consume. Normally, I would laugh them off… praying hard that they would lead a better life than using their God-given arithmetic ability to tally the food they consume to the calories they are supposed to shed off. Gracious…Believe me… They have every right to do so!
Imagine this…My 15 minutes on the treadmile only burn about 100-120 kJoule of fat. Compare it to this: ONE fantastic burger from McDonald (yummy) contains 600 calories of fat on average. Imagine running on the treadmile for more than 1 hour for the simple 10 minutes delight of those delicious once-in-a-year product of Prosperity Burger. This is where desire starts to give in and of course, these people are the smart one and not us who condemns them. So, don’t judge a person until you are in their shoe. Empathy people. Come on, together now…. EMPATHY. Tak sekolah ke?
So now we come to the big decision. What should I have for lunch? That prosperity burger does sound very tempting indeed.
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