Monday night question

It has been awhile since all this started, occurred, happened. It really does mystify me, why are you so cold towards me. Where did I go wrong? What did I do? What changed?

Is it because I graduated and landed myself a [proper] job?

Is it because more eyes are looking at me although I tried my level best not to be in the center of attention?

Is it because I have changed to be more forgiving, more humble?

What is it that you hate about me?

OR, what is it that makes you so envious of me?

I really can't change the situation right now.

Something has to change, or shall I appropriately say, SOMEONE has to change.

Y.O.U

Puteri Diyana

Puteri Diyana, nama mu indah sekali. Sering disebut-sebut teruna yang ingin menjadikan diri mu milik mereka. Suara mu bang buluh perindu, di mimpi-mimpi. Cerah gebu kulit mu, bagai sang puteri rembulan yang menghiasi bumi. Mata mu menambat jiwa yang menenungmu.

Bertudung litup, kamu ayu dipandang. Gerak geri mu lemah longlai walau kamu dalam kesibukan kerja. Kamu masih tetap mampu mengekalkan sifat kewanitaan kamu itu. Kamu menjadi idaman sang teruna dan menjadi contoh si dara.

Tapi bukan aku. Maaf Puteri Diyana,aku tak ingin langsung menjadi seperti kamu.

Mengapa?

Kerana hati mu. Hati mu begitu hitam Puteri Diyana. Kamu tidak malu mengata benda yang kamu sendiri tidak tahu, tidak mengenali. Kamu mengata pasal aku. Tapi Allah itu Maha Adil dan Saksama. Kamu telah memberitahu kawan kamu tentang aku. Tetapi kamu tidak tahu bahawa kawan kamu itu, adalah kawan ku jua.

Kamu kata aku sombong? Kerana aku tidak menegur kamu sewaktu kamu baru masuk ke department itu sebagai seorang first poster. Puteri Diyana, aku tak semestinya perlu tegur semua orang. Itu bukan tugas aku. Tugas aku adalah menyelamatkan pesakit, bukan menegur kamu. Tapi aku tak salahkan kamu kerana memang ramai yang kata aku sombong. Kemudian, mereka mengaku bersalah dan meminta maaf kepada aku kerana apa yang mereka sangka, jauh berbeza dari diri ku yang sebenarnya.

Kamu kata aku malas. Puteri Diyana, aku tak pernah sama ward dengan kamu. Bagaimana kamu tahu aku malas? Tidak mengapa. Kamu sendiri pandai menilai. Jika aku malas, dalam mata mu, malaslah jadinya. Tapi aku cuma mahu kamu tahu bahawa, jikalau betul aku malas, mengapa boss2 dari department lain, amat percaya pada aku jika aku sendiri beritahu mereka bahawa aku akan attend patient dahulu atau buat procedure itu dahulu, tanpa perlu mereka datang. Kerana Puteri Diyana, mereka percaya pada aku. Kerana aku telah banyak melakukan procedures and attend to patients STAT. Malah, apa plan aku untuk patients sekarang, boss continue sahaja, tanda setuju.

Aku kesian pada kamu Puteri Diyana.

Amat kasihan pada kamu.

I, too, am Malay

Dear Miss Haliza Misbun,
Thank you for your call today. It really opened my eyes to who you really are. In life, I was thought that, to be respected, I should earn it. Therefore I am sure that that applies to everyone else in this world, including you, no less.

Your first words when you called in today, you said, "Hi, I am Haliza Misbun". Why must you mention yourself like that. It is as if you were trying to tell me that you were a huge diva that I should know. I was excited at first, no doubt, but as soon as you started using all that vulgarities against me, demanded an explanation, and then said that "I don't want to hear your f**king excuses", I was by then, flabbergasted.

Most of your words over the phone consisted of the F word. I was beginning to think, hmmm.... maybe your vocabulary is not as vast, therefore you resulted to using vulgarities.

You see Miss Haliza Misbun, I do not know that you have dealt earlier with other people here, I didn't know that you were waiting for people to call you, and of course, I didn't know that you were that rude. But I kept my calm and said that I would try my level best to solve this matter for you since you sounded rather impatient.

Yes, Miss Haliza Misbun, I am not as famous as you, not as experienced as you, but what I am is Miss Haliza Misbun, I am so much better than you. Not once in our conversation did I raise my voice or became sarcastic towards you because my mother has thought me better than that.

Yes, you are the customer and customer is always right. But it does not give you the rights to disrespect another human being.

Miss Haliza Misbun, please do not think that you are better than me because though I am temporarily there to pass time, I hold a better certification than you, I have a more respectable life than you, and best of all, I know not to be rude to anyone who does not deserve it.

With this, I shall reuse your parting notes to me today: "You have a good day."

Please, I, too am Malay. Do not let others think that we are rude. Because we aren't. We have adat.

Round table

I was asked, am I not going to the talk. What talk? I wasn't invited.

Thank God for that.

The topic of discussion will only revolve around the worlds of 2 people, the most high in the hierarchy. The others will only be there as people who will only listen and their opinions don't matter at all.

What is the point anyway?

It is all about being pretentious and prodding into the lives of others, molding it into their ideas of ideal. Now, when did the king died to put you in his place to rule?

Delusion of grandiosity, that is a sickness by itself.

Malaysian Public Transport: Sometimes, I'd rather walk

I have arrived in Kuala Lumpur (yes, FRIENDS, we need to hang out before I start locking myself in the room in favour of preparing for the Final Cut). It was an early arrival, you know one of the RAREST moments when KTMB actually follows the schedule and you are on time.

I arrived at about 0540h and I know that it was too early. So, I loitered a bit around KLS and got myself a healthy breakfast to start the day: an overly priced can of Diet Coke. Yes, it was healthy. It got my heart racing when I saw the price but since I was already at the counter and there were people behind me waiting in line to pay, I'd rather not make a scene out of it and just get the damn thing.

To kill time, I went on to check on the other commuter schedules. Just for fun. You know what they say: Knowledge is power. After awhile, I decided to go out of the building and catch myself a ride back home.


The first ride out was at 0600h. I was more than elated to be able to catch that one. I entered the ride, I took out my money and he said to me: "No change, take the 0615h ride instead". I was like: WTF???

I mean how could a public transport that does not prewarn the passengers with a big ass sign that says: "EXACT CHANGE ONLY", tell you to get off because he doesn't have change? Seriously, that is just purely dumb. I was shocked beyond say. Got off the ride and went looking for the next best thing.


The next best thing of course will take you there in matter of minutes. Problem is, as soon as you close the door to this ride with you inside it, the charge meter starts off at RM3, without even moving a milimeter. So, you are actually paying RM3 to sit in the ride.

Next, he would use the furthest route possible to get you there, when you can actually get there in 15 minutes, the ride will take about 30minutes. The charge from point A to point B, which is about 30km will be around rm24. With that kind of money, I can get more falsies for me.

Plus, each and everyday, the costs to get a ride on these public transport increases. Thing is, taxis use NGV which is disgustingly cheap and buses use diesel which is also cheap as compared to petrol. LRTs use electric and that too does not cause as much as petrol.

So why so effing expensive?

Really, I'd rather burn the fat on my ass by walking, albeit the many days that I might take to reach my destination.

Gravida Para

Please find what is wrong in this proforma.

It does not really require a genius to see what is wrong with it. But I guess the REAL geniuses are those who actually came up with such a thing.

I am not naming names here.

Because talk is cheap

Why do we talk to each other? To make opinions, thoughts, feelings, and almost everything transfer from a whole brain to the other, without we realizing the whole amazing complicated process of it. And because we didn't realize, this has made many a conversation defective ones as the messages that were supposed to go through did not meet its true purpose.

I wanted to talk to you as how we did before, but that could never happen now. Tried my level best all the time to be diplomatic, but still, nothing. You were angry with me when I wrote about our failing relationship. Said that I shouuld have gone to you straight. Well, FYI, let me make this easy for you, I F**Ki*G DID. And guess what I got for that? Oh, you need not to guess cause you are on the giving end, and me on the receiving end of your very hostile personality, only with ME.

You know what, I always tell myself (because my mother has brought me up nicely so), that no matter how much mean the world can be, all I need to do is brush it off and smile, and that automatically makes me the better person. So, I did. And yeah, that does make me the better person in so many ways.

Don't think that I am confused. That I don't understand what you mean. I do. Actually, I think that you are kinda confused yourself when you told me to get to you on a personal level to talk if I had anything going on about you that I needed to say. Hey, I did OK, and you bloody well knew it.

And what did I get in return for conforming to your suggestion?

Shit.

Thanks alot for nothing.

Facebook for kids and things

So lately I heard about the CNN newscaster who actually created a facebook account for her 1 year old child because she fears that the social network will be too congested when her child is elgal enough to make its own facebook account. I thought that was fairly absurd and also very stupid, as what does the child know about social networking?

And I thought that this kind of extravagance will only happen in the Hollywood and celebs world, not knowing that everyday people are also doing it: creating a facebook account for their children who are not at the legal age of owning an account.

Personally, I have no idea why do they do this? Are they too free? Do they want to expose their children so much? Are they bored with their social network that they want to get attention from their childrens' social networking? What is it that goes through their lonesome mind?

You know, since I have no children on my own, I, as a trend observer, would like to hop into the band wagon and start a facebook account for something near and dear to me: I want to start an account for my inanimate objects such as my BB, my netbook, etc....

I am pretty sure people will follow this cool trend of mine.

That is how jobless I can get.

I am watching you....

I totally get it that fashion is a statement of individuality. To each, his own. Or whatever that means.


But what I don't get is, this.

When I saw this gentleman in the Klinik Kesihatan the other day, I wonder to myself: 'Is this a fashion statement (HIS fashion statement), or does this gentleman suffer from cerebellar lesions?'

Why do I say that this gentleman might suffer from cerebellar lesions? This is because, in cerebellar lesions, there is a sign that we call 'past pointing'. This means that the patient cannot poiont to the target without wobbling his way through. Similarly, past pointing in this gentleman, he wanted to put his sunnies, perched on his head, but instead, he passed the targeted point (i.e. top of his head) and went all the way to the back of his head. Like as if he doesn't know where the top of his head is.

Pity.

How do you relate?

I went to one of my favourite sundry shop located in Pekan Rabu, Alor Setar. The shop is called Borong Din and it sells all the oddities that you can imagine. I like it because, well, the price is affordable and reasonable. Imagine this, 1kg of good large red onions is only rm1.50!!

Anyway, what surprise me most is that,I was scanning through the prices of dried goods when I came across the sign for dried red chillies. At first I thought I was imagining things or it was some kind of prank. But even after 10mins, the sign was still there.

I seriously cannot relate dried red chillies and sex danger. Can you?

Why is this so trendy?

As the day passes by, the height of those things hidden under the hijab gets higher and higher. I always wonder what is the purpose of that chignon-like thing that is placed under the hijab.

I wonder, if these ladies travel with motorbikes, how do they put their helmets on? When they go for BMI check-up, which height is taken, the apparent height (including the chignon) or the true height?

Does it make the wearer looks much more leaner and more beautiful? Personally, I think it just makes them look weird.

What say you?

iSee

I totally don't understand people who wear their sunglasses indoors. First of all, it is called SUNglasses, it is meant to protect the eyes from the harsh UV rays of the sun. But where in God's name do you have sun indoors??

It really makes me wonder if these people are blind or they have sore eyes, or worst of all, cross-eyed. It can't be that they are blind as the guy in the picture above is so engrossed using up Jewbucks Wi-Fi, and the lady is clearly having a conversation at her table. I mean, it is really rude to speak to someone indoors with your sunnies on. Seriously, don't they teach you that in etiquette school or something?

What I don't understand even more are people who wear their sunnies in clubs. Dude, ain't it dark enough already??

Tudung terbaru

Sekarang ni, pakai tudung tu dah datang dalam pelbagai gaya untuk menyerlahkan lagi keayuan si pemakai. Macam2 nama tudung yang ada di pasaran. Yang paling famous sekarang adalah tudung yang main sarung je tu, yang siap ngan awning lagi. Jadi, sangat convenient untuk si pemakai la kan.

Tapi ntah kenapa, ada pula yang suka ada sanggul tinggi2 dalam tudung tu sebagai satu fesyen. siap lagi kat KLCC (according to my aunty la) ada jual lagi benda yang untuk menampakkan seperti si pemakai mempunyai sanggul yang tinggi dan lebat.

inilah cara pemakaian tudung yang aku maksudkan. aku seriously tak faham.


pada aku, bila aku tengok orang pakai macam ni, aku terfikir pasal gambar di bawah:


Adakah mereka menyorokkan sesuatu dibawah tudung itu?

Aku bukan la kutuk orang pakai tudung. Aku saje je pelik.

Singapour

Was surprised to read that the floods has gone to Singapore's high-end shopping district.

Can't imagine buying a tux from Mossimo Dutti, that is covered in mud and gunk.

But what surprises me most, is the fact that Singapore is supposed to have the best of everything. Which means, they should have the best drain system and that their drains are not clogged with crap because they are the most clean country in Asia or something like that.

Thank God we had our trip day a month before :)

Oiii!

I was driving on the way back from hospital today after a long rather busy day and I rolled down the windows and blasted the radio on, just to release some steam. As usual, the stations are always full of blahs rather than real music that could sooth a soul.
But I kept my patience for the songs to be finally played after some time.

At one point, one of the local radio stations were reading out some of the highlights of the news today. I don't usually listen to news, neither do I to those snippets. But one particular topic seemed to have catch my attention, although I was on the verge of slipping into a coma while listening to the snippets.

Apparently, according to some Malay Language Office (or whatever), it is RUDE to call your superior that you work with in the office, "BOSS". So, what do you address that particular person as actually?

Your Highness, perhaps?

Mental note: start calling my specialist DUDE, from tomorrow on (and see how far does that bring me, eh?)

Seriously?

I spotted this button in a shop in One Utama. If my mind serves me well, the shop is called BONITA.

And they sell these kind of buttons, that I think personally, is religiously incorrect. Is being an atheist such a trend now that believing in the existence of God is a tagline in jokes?

The shop also carries buttons that uses the word "FUCK" on it in BOLD letters.

OMG, what has it come to now?

Ada sesiapa yang kenal dia?

Kalau kat AS ni, this man is everywhere. Kalau pergi Pekan Rabu, dia ada. Pergi uptown, dia ada. Pergi any carnival, dia sure ada.

Kadang2, tgk dia tgh makan, most of the time, dia tgh kasi lecture free kat orang2 awam yang tgh berlegar2 di kawasan itu. He will talk about physics as dia claim yang dia professor fizik Malaysia. Dia akan kasi lecture on advance math and cara kiraan dia tu, memang senang and logik.


He also has a picture of him and Dato' Sheikh Muzaffar, displayed on his cart. He hangs a sign on his neck saying that: "Professor USM patut belajar dari saya".


Apa yang buat aku kagum ngan orang tua ni ialah, dari mana dia dapat duit untuk support diri dia sendiri, as he does not collect any money from the public. Pastu, dari mana dia dapat all the ilmu that he is teaching. Sebab kalau kita wait and listen to his lectures, memang ada logiknya.

My final Q is: is he sane?

Attack

When u attack Black people, they call it racism.

When u attack Jewish people, they call it anti-semetism.

When u attack women, they call it sexism.

When u attack homosexuality,they callit intolerance.

When u attack a Country, they call it treason.

When u attack a religious sect, they call it hate.

But when they attack the Prophet Mohammed, they call it freedom of speech?

Exaggerate

It really amazes me how people can exaggerate when the speak about something. Where do they put their faces when the others actually know the real truth? I mean, I would understand if you are a kid and you exaggerate everything that is around you. But when you are a full-grown adult and you exaggerate, I definitely think that you suffer from an anomaly called LYING.

Scent

I was driving today and i realized that I love the smell of my car. And then it made me think, I have a certain norm that must meet my expectations when it comes to the smell of a certain room or place or thing.

So here goes....

To me, a car should smell like a guy, a manly scent. Therefore my air freshener smells like some guys perfume.

To me, the toilet should smell like disinfectant so that I am comfortable to use it.

To me, linens and towels should smell like the sun. Does the sun smell? :P

To me, a kitchen should smell like freshly baked pastry. It is just so welcoming.

To me, the wards should smell like aircon. I really can't describe that smell.

What about you?