Monday, February 18, 2008

I Love Chech

(A photo of 'I love you', in sign language.)


Friday, February 15, 2008

February 14, 2008

February 14, 2008
The day she received a red package
with love from Camus and Chech
The latter simply longed to be a part
of a celebration mattered most to their hearts

The Valentine's
and Little C's fifth month
What was more deserving than to indulge
in apparels for the growing bulge

Oh, Chech is in love
With everything in the treasure throve
Camus and Little C
And, of course, her new sexy body
Thank you God for these precious gifts
Now that they are here, life is a total bliss

Monday, February 11, 2008

I Wrote

I found an old journal yesterday. Reading it hurt my side. Yes, I laughed that much.
Now, I wish I would find Klok again.

My journals were named:

+ Klok
+ The Zenith (the one found)
+ Noodle.

Oh, my mother voiced her interest to blog.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Four

Courtesy of M i s s e r r a:

Four movies I would watch over and over:
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
+ K-Pax.
+ Forrest Gump.
+ P. Ramlee's.

Four places I have lived, apart from where I live now:
+ 21, Jalan Jaya, Taman Midah, Bandar Tun Razak, 56000 Cheras, Kuala Lumpur.
(Ten years worth of nostalgia.)
+ Kampung Berkat, Chembong, Rembau.
(Where gatherings of all sorts were aplenty and still is.)
+ Flat Taman Universiti, Skudai.
(Days of Shakespearean drama, mostly comedy.)
+ Vista Seri Putra, Bandar Seri Putra.
(The beginning of life with Kamal.)

Four television shows I love:
+ Reality:
Amazing Race.
(I love Jon and Kate Plus 8, but Astro has axed Home and Health as a complementary channel, boo.)
+ Medical:
House and Grey's Anatomy
(I love them no matter how insensible they could be that all the complicated cases land at the hospitals.)
+ Talk:
The Ellen DeGeneres Show and Art Attack.
(I miss Kids Say The Darndest Things.)
+ Documentary:
In the Womb.
(And, the likes of an experiment on the best method to dunk a biscuit in tea without over-limping it.)

Four places I have been on holiday:
+ Chiang Mai, Thailand.
(Two days of train from Golok to Bangkok, with eight hours on bus from Bangkok to Chieng Mai.)
Perth, Australia.
(A fungaroo study trip organised and co-sponsored by Universiti Teknologi Malaysia.)
+ Bukit Tinggi, Indonesia, traversing Dumai, Pekan Baru, Padang, and Paya Kumboh.
(On board a ferry a day after tsunami was treacherous and adventurous.)
+ Melbourne, Australia.
(Honeymoon in the city with the discovery that Kamal and I share the love for photography.)

Four favorite food:
+ At the moment, Nasi, panas dan berderai, with Ikan Bakar, Ulam, and Sambal Belacan or Budu.
(Pregnancy induced.)
+ Another pregnancy induced craving, Laksa Utara.
(I used to prefer Laksam, Laksa Johor, and Laksa Sarawak.)
+ All-time favourite, Sate and Yong Tau Foo.
(Not while carrying Little C though.)
My mothers' cooking. Ketupat with Kuah Kacang in Rembau, Nasi Dagang in Ketereh.
(Of course, I love everything else that my mother and my mother-in-law prepare.)

Four places I had rather be in right now:
+ On a secluded beach, with Kamal.
+ Having a blast with my parents, my siblings, and their families.
+ On a mini vacation with chums from Seri Puteri or Universiti Teknologi Malaysia.
+ Playing Scrabble, with Kamal.

Four books I enjoy re-reading:
+ Calvin and Hobbes collections, by Bill Watterson.
+ The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom.
+ Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery.
+ The Malory Towers Series by Enid Blyton.

Four CDs that never leave my rotation:
+ The Definitive Simon and Garfunkel.
+ The Bolshoi Ballet Theatre Orchestra of Tashkent: P.Ramlee.
+ Classical music.
+ The Beatles' albums.

By the way, Mak Yong, followed by Nasi Air Berlauk, was heavenly. Gong Xi Fa Cai.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Raja Udang

I remember, there was a time in the boarding school I was in when fifth formers were allowed to revise for Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia in their respective dorms, after the lights are switched off in the junior dorms. Those revision sessions were kept alive by midnight programmes on various radio stations.

My bedmate and I, with a number of chums, whose passion was art, usually burnt the midnight oil by the drawing pads. Absorbing the nonsense on the radio further fed our insensibility, producing most creative artworks. Ahem.

Our favourite was a particular segment by KC Ismail, during which he requested the callers to imagine a love scene should the elevator failed on him or her and a person of his or her fancy. One caller split our sides as he imagined being trapped with a lady whom he fancied, and when the elevator malfunctioned, he was grateful that he had a candle as well as a lighter in his recent grocery purchase, which enabled him to create a romantic ambience within the otherwise dark, monotonous cubicle. Oh, prior to the incident, he was also lucky to have stopped by a stall selling Keropok Lekor.

The nature of an extravagant candle light Keropok Lekor dinner aside, he was thoughtful enough to recite a candid poem to the already mesmerised woman, on bended knees. All that while fanning the damsel in distress with a paper, which also happened to be in the grocery purchase. To top the story, he actually recited the poem he thought most appropriate for the occasion to the DJ. Then, there were the songs ranging from Rock Kapak to A-Go-Go Ala BB Park.

Tonight, listening to Sinar FM while spending our time in front of our respective laptops, Kamal and I actually sang along to Diddy Dores and Mayang Sari's Jangan Pisahkan. I am still surprised he knows the song, albeit lyrics confused with Dewa 19's Dua Sejoli here and there. It is not yet midnight, but the segment by Jamal Jamaluddin is just as cheesy as those I listened to during the aforementioned revision sessions.

Friday, February 01, 2008

2008

I love 2008. Oh, I am always in love.