ends and week~

~You are invited to have a taste of 'mee ramen' this coming Saturday, 27th March 2010 at 3.00pm. See you there!~

When you received an invitation like that, it's only plain that you should yes.

And the thought of going into that mysterious Japanese restaurant (thank you Isshin-ya), it's an unbearable feeling. Although Kak Lang first remark was;

"Tak nak la makan kat sini. Jom pegi pizza."

Great. No way. No matter how unfamiliar the restaurant might be, let's have taste shall we? If we don't, then we'll never know.



See, we are a family that doesn't tolerate unfamiliar food much. We'd like to stay with the food we know although study shows willingness to eat bizarre food is connected to one's intelligence. Oh well, we all ate in the best manner that we could put forward.

I could eat the Japanese food at first. Wasn't so bad, so I thought. Kak Chik couldn't say that as well because for some reason 'mee ramen' doesn't taste right to her taste buds. I ate Tempura Bentou which was rice, Misou soup, prawn, potato, toufu and shreds of 'timun'. (Hahaha...what is 'timun' in English??)

Anyway, the bentou wasn't so bad. But after the meal, the burping was horrible. And it makes me feel a bit sick. The sushi was marvelous though. Sorry, but maybe next time I should stick to the sushi. We all should.




footnote: only a miracle can pull you through now, my dearests. don't wanna wish for anything bad for the other team, but mathematically that's how it has to be if we are to still be in the race. barca is just another team. don't think and don't worry. play with your hearts. go gunners!

if i just...don't care?

2 twisters. 1 milo. 1 pepsi. By a window. The not-so-busy yellow town.

"Mu cakap direct je. I'm not interested. Sekian."
"Mu cakap senang. Aku tak mboh dia berase."
"Mu wat senyap lagi dok baik."

Staircase. A schoolmate.

"Sena! Napok doh takdi, rasa macam Sena..."
"Hehe. Dok tau awak tengah keje."
"Ada affair ke?"
"Kitorang adik-beradik."


So what if... I leave things the way they are? It's not rocket science, I'm not interested. But my sis said, don't hurt people because you can always expect that to happen to you if you did it. It's karma.


The 'kaki lima'.

"Kalo dia napok kang..?"
"Harap-harap dia dok napok."


But then again, I know myself. I can be one hell of a hater for one day, and a lover the next. The heart wants what the heart wants. Haha. Forget it. It's not happening.
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Just wish I can say that to him.
Besides, he said your record is not squeaky clean. Something for me to think. Hey, I'm not a saint and I'm not looking for a saint. Just a guy who at least doesn't go around toying his company's feelings. Do not want to be that company. So, if I suddenly have the guts to turn you down, you can always blame him...lalala...
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Let's face it. The journey will be long and hard. Why tie something up when you can always let loose. And enjoy life.
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p/s; I'm always up for commitment, just not now. Perhaps. Or you're just not the guy.

what if today's my last day?

If Today Was Your Last Day
Songwriters: Kroeger, Chad;

My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride

If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had, if today was your last day?
What if, what if, if today was your last day?

Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the price is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you're never living twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life

If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had?

And would you call those friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories?
Would you forgive your enemies?
And would you find that one you're dreaming of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?

If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are

So do whatever it takes
'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothing stand in your way
'Cause the hands of time are never on your side

If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had?

And would you call those friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories?
Would you forgive your enemies?
And would you find that one you're dreaming of
Swear up and down to God above
That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?

my day, these days

When I started that motorcycle, Ayah called out.
"Bawak motor molek-molek."
I smiled, waved back, said Bismillah in my heart and began my ride to the PSM. I was late.
By 11.00am, I arrived. Many were waiting for their turn, most of them were students for tomorrow's JPJ test. AC was one of them. Since I'm a newbie (and a late one), Pok Jat called me the last. Around 1.00pm was when he finally resorted to me. I bet I was one of his worst student in history. But I have never hurt any of the 'tiang', so he should consider himself (and me) lucky.
"Awak bawok je keta. Saya nak bawok Siti ni gi Cherating dulu ke...hahaha," he said. I frowned but he was confident to leave me doing the parking and the '3 penjuru' alone, so I walked to the car feeling "Why shouldn't I feel confident?"
So I did it. I did the parking and 3 penjuru stuff four times, although I was sure my side mirror hit a 'tiang' once. All in all, I think I wasn't bad. But I don't think any JPJ guy will give me a passing grade.
Then I was tired. I parked the PSM car under a 'kelapa' tree and I called Pok Jat. I told him I was done.
"Doh awak gi ah minum air dulu."
"Ke pok nok suruh saya 'naik bukit' (one of the driving requirements) dulu?"
"Dok lari eh bukit tu. Balik ah dulu. Hari Khamis pulok."
So I grabbed my bag and off I go with AC riding with me.
I drop by AC's house to drop AC (obviously) and to take first look at her infamous new DSLR. It was a nice piece of machine and I kept encouraging her to take photography but she had her mind made up for architecture.
"Bawak molek," she said as I was leaving.
From her house, I had to do a U-turn at the first legal opportunity (haha)to make my way home. I turned left at the junction before the biggest traffic light in Kemaman (4 junctions, traffic light with numbers???) into the road alongside the Padang Astaka. That was where the highlight of today's short story happened.
Just when I was in the junction, the back tire of the motorcycle was going to the sides. It felt funny and unstable because the front tire was straight. This is not good for fast rider like me. So I stopped and called Ayah.
"Tunggu situ. Ayah gi."
Then I waited. My father came in a Myvi (like my own personal hero) and brought a foot pump. He pumped the back tire and asked me to ride to the nearest workshop. He'll drive alongside me.
The ride, though short and slow, I would say one of the most dangerous ride I've ever been on. And I have been riding a motorcycle since I was 8! (I've always been tall. Go figures.) That's a decade worth of riding.
The motorcycle was going to the right and to the left like an untamed horse. But I kept on a steady face. I'm an experienced rider, am I not? (don't judge the L on the motorcycle. I should be a competent rider already).
"Come on...don't do this. I've been good, haven't I? Haven't I?" I whispered to the motorcycle while wondering if all the miles and speed I've put it through did it any harm.
Fortunately, the motorcycle did not hold grudge. He brought me to the workshop, safe and sound. I made a promise to myself that I will wash him someday. To pay back all the good miles and speed.

...tutup buku...

sadakallah hul'azim.