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i'm coming home

catch the dogs?

catch the freaking stray dogs competition?

i'm sorry but i have to swear... FUCK those BASTARDS in the municipal/police force/datuk bandar/tok penghulu bangi.

for letting them penyangak, perompak, peragut, pencuri, pemecah rumah get away with terrorizing your very own constituents. those who unwittingly put you people in power.

campaigning against stray dogs? getting all worked up over a pissed off punk in Taiwan who doesn't know how to sing Negaraku? fuming over whether we should teach our kids in English or our own mother tongue?

c'mon la higher uppers, can't you guys see WE ARE LIVING IN FUCKING TERROR? terrified that this night might be the night our houses gets punctured into & raped?

i... want my home back.

today was...

Today was... a pretty interesting day. It got better and better, but I guess the icing on the cake happened at the end of the day.

My poor mini kopak (kancil yg perasan mini) was half starved, and needed some gas to make it safely home (eceh this is utter exaggeration). So I pit stopped at the usual joint, minding my own business and thinking today was good. After mini kopak was full, I plucked (so not the right word) in the ignition key, almost got to turning it, and waddaya know, the fella right in front of me took off without replacing back the gas pump nozzle, and pulled the poor hose out of its sockets. It lay helplessly on the ground, just like a snake wounded.

The guy immediately halted in the car's track, and jumped out of his car, eagerly inspecting the damage done.

Yeah people, it was a guy!

So humans are a tad careless, and will now and then drop their guards and become, somewhat, mortal. The guy seemed pretty embarrassed, and was willing to do whatever the station's master requested.

I tried to erase the cheeky grin flourishing on my chubby cheeks, but I just had to. I grabbed hold of my trusty hp, and immediately dialed my naughty sister. I should have pointed its camera onto the scene and snap a few pictures. It was a relief seeing the tuan punya station laughing away. I was hoping no blood would be spilled just because of a callous mistake. One of the pump attendant was trying to figure how to attach back the hose to its housing on the pump. The scene became a bit of a bore, and deary clouds were hanging maliciously upwards.

So I sprinted back home, trying not to crash onto cars in front of mini kopak.
The car too felt a tad springy, and was an angel to drive. I thank God for letting me home safe, and letting me finish my puasa hutang of past year.

Moral of the story: To err is human, be it man or woman.

I guess I'm still pissed at a KK parlimentarian/dato/something-of-that-kind for proclaiming, "If you cannot fight rape, lay down and enjoy it." He, should be raped. And have his pretty third wife raped in front of him. See how he feels about rape then. Fuck him!

Goreng Kangkung

Thank you Khuzai.

I Lap U. And U know that.

I took only 2 hours to compose 3 half a page speeches. Hehe.

It was kinda like a walk back down memory lane. All those ilmu-ilmu PR and protocol gushed outta me onto those poor 3 pieces that I wrote. Whenever I write such speeches, I needed to know the formality of the occasion, who I was writing for, what was the designation, what that person represent, and who might be the potential guests.

But this time around I only had the samples that Khuzai sent me as a guide. I took those samples, read them and extracted the gist of each speech, and mauled it into my own skewered sentences.

2 hours later, ta-da, 3 tah pape speeches ready for perusal of Khuzai.

I wished I could compose lyrics though, just like Drew Barrymore's character in Music & Lyrics. Gile cool. She puts heart & soul into it, and the product feels sincere & engaging. Not like most songs of modern times, it stank of money odour.

Okeh, enough of mengsengalkan diri.

Hey There

 "Hey There Delilah"

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

S.E.L.A.M.A.T.H.A.R.I.M.E.R.D.E.K.A

They changed the name... A.G.A.I.N

Funny la... From Bahasa Malaysia, to Bahasa Melayu, to Bahasa Malaysia... A.G.A.I.N

No wonder the said language's status seems to drop... no... slide seems to be more precise... out to oblivion. The biggest sacrifice of the Malay race for national unity kunun. Pehhh. I think the biggest sacrifice we ever did was following our leaders to their death. We bled and sweat for our nation's independence. That's the best sacrifice there is.

Besides, if you really, really want to connote the language as Bahasa Malaysia, you have to integrate all the ~lah's, lu's, gua's, thambi's, kalu's, Samy Vellu's vocab, and the superb unique integration of the different tongues in Malaysia. We can't simply take the formal, mundane, grammar-full Bahasa Melayu as the universal language here. The fact is, that language is O.N.L.Y used in formal and having-a-gun-barrel-staring-into-your-eyes kind of situation.

It is the Malay's language, but it is widely used throughout this country. I don't see the change in the naming of the language to induce people to suddenly change tongues and integrate it in their daily routine.

English is widely used throughout this world, but I don't see the English people blabbering about changing its name to Bahasa Dunia.

Duhhhhh.

Selamat Hari Merdeka ;P

If I Lay Here

I want to continue writing.

But there seems to be less of a good thing to blog about. I can't stomach the thought that our leaders, those we elect to power about 3 and a half years ago, are... well... stupid. I'm tired of trying to make sense of their rational behind their judgment calls. And besides, a lot more can be garnered through http://www.malaysia-today.net/index.shtml , http://www.niamah.blogspot.com/ ... check out the links there too.

I've heard miss Fahimeh has just delivered a baby boy on the wee hours of today. Congratulations!

In 2 weeks time, a very2 kambing friend of mine, Abu Asan will come to end his bujang days. Another headache to get a nice wedding gift. ;P

Those 3 wells for BARAM E has started to flow again, and without much problem. That is so good, makes me want to be there again. I practically vanished from the face of this earth for 16days, calling Teknik Berkat (tender assist rig) home, hooked to BADP-E. I gained a lot (hahahaha... must read this line in a WHOLE-listic kinda way). Made new acquaintances. Can't believe was able to do things I never dreamt of doing. And I so miss the bias treatment that I get for being there ;). Hehe.

I've fully utilized the squash court in PERMATA. My body aches every night, but it felt good to be able to bLasah dinDing after such a long time. Hearing the ball smash into the wall brought about nostalgia of the last year in UTP.

Am thinking of going off to UK for a bit. Just for the change of environment. Just so I could shiver without feeling artificial. Just so I could check out the high performance sports centre Miss Azalina so bullheaded-ly wanted to built.

OK... life is good ;) Ignorance can be bliss~~

Haihhh... so much for being the angry blogger.

DeceptiCONed I was

Transformers, robots in disguise.

I wished I wasn't gullible to what others think of this movie. JJ and Rudy dubbed it THE movie of the year. My friends find the movie least of all entertaining.

I find it too... pushing over the traditional notion of the cartoon. I was pretty much counting the times when the transformation sound will come up (just once). I wished Bumble Bee was a beetle (but the Camaro still rocks). I wished there were more Autobots.

I guess it was part my fault for not heeding Makwe's warning, not to watch it when your head is numb. I watched it straight after work, and to think on the way to the cinema I was on the phone talking to the S.O.R babysitting the new wells which is part of _ _ _ _ _ E project (okay la... I was describing the ciput work I had to do since I went offshore) ;P About the project itself.

The storyline itself was nonsense. But I've found that I could tolerate that, if the visuals were very pleasurable. All I remembered were blurred out images of robots flying every each way. I can't even savour the extent of the 'wars' between the robots. DeceptiCONed I was.

The good thing though, must have come from Bumble Bee, him trying to be cupid for Sam and hot babe Mikaela. The subtle way he played on the sound system, nice. Wished could have an AI type of radio, transmitting songs that reflects our mood (perghh kantoi x ingat la camni). Then the time he changed from a run-down poor looking Camaro to a brand-spanking sporty Camaro... that was awesome! I wished my Kancil could morph into a Mini Cooper.

And the tiny nasty chippering Decepticon robot, the one who turns into a radio was pretty cute.

Other than that, I was yawning as if there wasn't enough air.

P/S: I'm writing like a _ _ _ _. Damn writer's block. I need to start reading stuff again.

 

human relations

Ok laa... this is my third trial at coming up with a blog entry.

And since the first two was full with scathing comments on our powers that be, it might be better off lost from the screens of my laptop before I got the chance to save it.

So to Khuzai, Moon, Baiti & especially Che Muzaini, I will do my best to compile our adventures we had in Kelantan. Che, I do hope you're having the best times in your life with your newly wedded husband.

To those whose birthdays I've missed, truly sorry. Guess keeping in touch with... errr... how many hundreds of people I've known throughout my short life... Is next to impossible. But impossible is nothing. So happy belated birthdays.

To those kenduri's I've been invited to but did not show up, my bad. And congrats on the new status. I wished I could make it... but life has a way of making the simplest things difficult ;P

OK la... before this kambing gurun of a laptop starts to suddenly jump into another page & me losing this siot entry, better save it. Pen off.

Welcome to wherever you are.

Miss Azalina & Najibun - you guys are up next.

Different Layers

Gimme a chance to meng-sengal-chumel-kan diri on this ever so dying blog of mine... My sis actually tagged me some time ago... Well here goes ;P

LAYER 1: ON THE OUTSIDE.
Name: Natasha Md Sharif
Birth Date: 28 February 1983 
Current Status: Single Mingle
Eye Colour: Dark brown as most Asians who appreciate their inheritance
Hair Colour: Jet black with some strands of pink
Righty or Lefty: South paw or kidal, as is popularly known in Malay... Yeah yeah I'm suppose to die early ;P


LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE.
My Heritage: bak kata the one who tagged me, we're Minang Melayu
My Fears: God, losing my simcard =D, small spaces
My Perfect Pizza: superbly thin crust layer


LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.
My Thoughts First Waking Up: dah pukul _.__???!!!!
My Bedtime: anywhere around midnite
My Most Missed Memory: Ironically, UTP final year


LAYER 4: MY PICK.
Pepsi or Coke: Limau suam
McDonald's or Burger King: BK
Single or Group Dates: Single la... makwe, long time no date ;P
Adidas or Nike: Just do it!
Tea or Nestea: Teh-O suam good for the nervous bones
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate wins hands down
Cappuccino or Coffee: Tea addict


LAYER 5: DO YOU...
Smoke: I don't... but I've eaten Abah's cigarettes
Curse: Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... need I say more?
Take a Shower: Staying in a hot & humid country, it would be suicidal not to
Have a Crush: whenever I watch Gilmore Girls & see Logan Huntsberger =D
Think You've Been In Love: If I haven't I wouldn't be distracted on the road whenever a Mini zooms pass ;)
Go To School: sure
Want To Get Married: lala~~
Believe In Yourself: if its not me, then who would?
Think You're A Health Freak: Nah... I'm just a futsal & squash freak, & will eat nasik lemak anytime I feel like it


LAYER 6: IN THE PAST
Drank Alcohol: I'm not suicidal
Gone To The Mall: Countless of times... It's just below my office
Been On Stage: Sure ;)
Eaten Sushi: Yep
Dyed Your Hair: wished so... according to the colour of clothing I'm wearing 

LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER...
Played A Stripping Game: what...?? the one where we have to catch the falling beer bottles and the cheeky models will strip bit by bit as we catch more & more bottles?
Changed Who You Were To Fit In: guilty~~ & so regretting it


LAYER 8: AGE YOU'RE HOPING...
To Be Married: past Mak's marriage age?


LAYER 9: IN A GUY...
Best Eye Colour: dark brown
Best Hair Colour: darkish brown
Short Hair or Long Hair: short & messy? longish makes them look tardish


LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING...
A Minute Ago: singing & still am
An Hour Ago: basuh baju
4.5 Hours Ago: groggily waking up
1 Month Ago: gi kenduri kot?
1 Year Ago: struggling to finish offshore report


LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCES...
I love: my Mini!!
I hate: taxes... wow...  if we switch the a with the e ... we'd get texas 
I hide: my head on my sleeve
I miss: whoever & whatever needed missing
I need: to sidai the baju I just washed


LAYER 12: TAG 5 PEOPLE.
1. Michael Cardenas
2. Iyzee... just for the stupid fun of it  
3. Ridhu jika anda benar2 penulis yang kacak  
4. Cik Nurhidayah Hutamin 
5. Cik Pdah yg sengal ;P

LAYER 1: ON THE OUTSIDE.
Name: Natasha Md Sharif
Birth Date: 28 February 1983 
Current Status: Single Mingle
Eye Colour: Dark brown as most Asians who appreciate their inheritance
Hair Colour: Jet black with some strands of pink
Righty or Lefty: South paw or kidal, as is popularly known in Malay... Yeah yeah I'm suppose to die early ;P


LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE.
My Heritage: bak kata the one who tagged me, we're Minang Melayu
My Fears: God, losing my simcard =D, small spaces
My Perfect Pizza: superbly thin crust layer


LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.
My Thoughts First Waking Up: dah pukul _.__???!!!!
My Bedtime: anywhere around midnite
My Most Missed Memory: Ironically, UTP final year


LAYER 4: MY PICK.
Pepsi or Coke: Limau suam
McDonald's or Burger King: BK
Single or Group Dates: Single la... makwe, long time no date ;P
Adidas or Nike: Just do it!
Tea or Nestea: Teh-O suam good for the nervous bones
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate wins hands down
Cappuccino or Coffee: Tea addict


LAYER 5: DO YOU...
Smoke: I don't... but I've eaten Abah's cigarettes
Curse: Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... need I say more?
Take a Shower: Staying in a hot & humid country, it would be suicidal not to
Have a Crush: whenever I watch Gilmore Girls & see Logan Huntsberger =D
Think You've Been In Love: If I haven't I wouldn't be distracted on the road whenever a Mini zooms pass ;)
Go To School: sure
Want To Get Married: lala~~
Believe In Yourself: if its not me, then who would?
Think You're A Health Freak: Nah... I'm just a futsal & squash freak, & will eat nasik lemak anytime I feel like it


LAYER 6: IN THE PAST
Drank Alcohol: I'm not suicidal
Gone To The Mall: Countless of times... It's just below my office
Been On Stage: Sure ;)
Eaten Sushi: Yep
Dyed Your Hair: wished so... according to the colour of clothing I'm wearing 

LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER...
Played A Stripping Game: what...?? the one where we have to catch the falling beer bottles and the cheeky models will strip bit by bit as we catch more & more bottles?
Changed Who You Were To Fit In: guilty~~ & so regretting it


LAYER 8: AGE YOU'RE HOPING...
To Be Married: past Mak's marriage age?


LAYER 9: IN A GUY...
Best Eye Colour: dark brown
Best Hair Colour: darkish brown
Short Hair or Long Hair: short & messy? longish makes them look tardish


LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING...
A Minute Ago: singing & still am
An Hour Ago: basuh baju
4.5 Hours Ago: groggily waking up
1 Month Ago: gi kenduri kot?
1 Year Ago: struggling to finish offshore report


LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCES...
I love: my Mini!!
I hate: taxes... wow...  if we switch the a with the e ... we'd get texas 
I hide: my head on my sleeve
I miss: whoever & whatever needed missing
I need: to sidai the baju I just washed


LAYER 12: TAG 5 PEOPLE.
1. Michael Cardenas
2. Iyzee... just for the stupid fun of it  
3. Ridhu jika anda benar2 penulis yang kacak  
4. Cik Nurhidayah Hutamin 
5. Cik Pdah yg sengal ;P

the IC dilemma

Lina Joy.

Or Azlina Jelani?

Stoned to death, or let her lead a life of her own?

A choice to make when we grow older (or in the constitution eyes, legal), or accepting a pre-emptive destiny?

Something's not right, and I don't actually dare to divulge further into this grey territory. But still... that curiosity and a belief that my faith is the most ideal and fair lingers.

So how should we start addressing this pretty sensitive issue? How do we thread through the prickly issue without invoking another 13 May 1969? Haha... I just cannot piece the right thought thread without sounding too biased, or too obnoxious to anyone on both side of the fence.

Lina Joy, or Azlina Jelani?