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Kebabian sebuah selesema bermula dr vektornya, iaitu babi.

Selebihnye kebabian dtg dr kita sendiri.

Tanya lah budak2 apa yg penting? Mesti dorang akan jwb “Kerjaaasama!!”

Blajar lah dr budak2. Jgn blajar dr babi.

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“Iniii serius!!” - dr siri Kartun Wonderpet (Kami datang)

Probably it’s a bit too late to write about her.

Though initially I have no intention to write about her at all.

Not that I hv anything against her.

I simply refuse to jump on the bandwagon n write her a Belangsungkawa (both controversial n otherwise).

 But then, i happened to watch the rerun of Majalah3 on TV today

Half-way, but in time to watch the crew made a tribute to the late YA (Yasmin Ahmad).

A montage of YA was displayed, tuned in the background by Kaer with “Izinkan Ku Pergi”. Now that the song has relevance, it becomes terribly poignant.

In all its simplicity, the montage is a story of YA’s life. Shown in series was her smiles n perkiness while she was working. She joked with her team. Touched their hands. Made funny faces. There was also a shot of her bent head in murmured conversation with the child actor, Syarifah Elyana/Aryana?. YA looked at ease with both the youngs and the elders. In all the shots she was in, the shooting camera was a constant presence. A notable message that besides being creative ,YA was also a free-spirited, compassionate director and therefore, she was worthy of being remembered.

Of course I do not 4get that I watched her movie Rabun during my freshman year.
When I counted bec, it was almost 7 years ago.

I was an impressionable literature student, but honestly, I didn’t quite comprehend the movie at that time.

My friends and I, we sat at gazebo eating lunch as we discussed bout the scene of the movie & remembring the details now, reminisced me more of the moment of discussion rather than the movie itself. In an interview with Azam Shairi that I read b4 Sepet came out, YA disclosed that she made movie because she wanted people to sit together and discussed about it. I guess she made it.

Later that year I watched Sepet. And afterwards I watched it over again for so many times, I lost count.

The final movie of YA, I watched recently in USM. She was there for the preview, looking her serene self when she gave her short opening speech. I felt it was all a brilliant coincidence that I watched YA’s 1^st movie when I started my degree n her last- I watched when I’m finishing my master. It was like a continuum. A scale of related moments . Significantly, these moments contributed to the growth of my own intellectuality.

Significantly also, dat final movie of hers- Talenttime, was about the acceptance of death. Then YA passed on after, and it kinda leaving a message that we must also accept hers.

The end of the montage in Majalah 3 showed the happenings at the funeral. Hundreds of people are there. Hundreds of people from all colors n races. Despite the gloom, all of them looked sober n I concluded dat that was the initial sign of acceptance.

I accept her death too. I just felt rather empty coz I can’t look forward to her audacious movies or advertisement anymore.

Obviously it is a massive lost. For I find it hard to nurture my mind to think, while watching film from other Malaysian directors.

Time for another kind of acceptance?

We’ll c.

Perasaan adalah sejenis nafsu.

Selalu minta dipuaskan.

-SHS

To a friend, via email:

How to make a Gantt Chart in Excel? I know u know how. Teach me rite away. ASAP.  Questions are below:

1)Who the hell is Gantt? Why is he making my life hard?

2)Is there any template that I can use so I can just insert all the data without designing anything? Please say yes.

p/s/s: teach me the easy way. I just want to make a simple chart.  Not some kereta Kebal or Kereta Berhias.

From the friend, in reply:

Bet giler,

Gantt is some guy who is long dead. So don’t bother about him. There’s no template for making Gantt chart in Excel. But there is in Ms project. And if u want fancy Gantt chart u can use Visio also.To make ur life easier please just use word or Excel ok. I don’t want u to become crazier. Firstly, u need to  make a table. Generate a chart from the table and u can edit the chart from there into a Gantt chart or a kereta Kebal.Trust me.

To the same friend, via sms:

Helpp!!!

I’ve generate the table and a chart. But the chart is not behaving the way I want it to. 

Friend> What’s wrong?

Me> It’s the axis. I cannot change it.

Friend> Right click jer..

Me> hv tried that ok. U think im stupid? I hate Gantt Chart.

Friend> Don’t hate spreadsheet just because u’re a buta IT. U Acer users are all like this. ok, ok.. email me the info, I’ll see what I can do.

Bet> (Dlm ati= yes! Yes!) sure or not? I don’t want to susahkan kwn2….

Friend> But might takes 2 days.. USM connection is so bad n im still trying my luck.

Bet> What?? So long…Ok lah..UPM connection is also bad.

Friend> Makes sense. U ruined both universities..

Bet> Ouch!!

Today. From the friend in reply:

Check out the chart in all versions. There’s a kereta kebal version in visio, but u need to download the application first to view it. Good Luck.

Final reply to the friend(merangkap moral of the story)

Thanx ha… I owe u one, u brilliant Compaq user (bodek).

And congrat.. u have just proven that Gantt chart can be made into a kereta kebal; If u ask someone else to do it for u.

hehehe.

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“oh Baby, baby, it’s a wild world”- Cat steven &Mr. Big=PP

Fashion is a statement u make about yourself.

Of how u want to be seen.  And perceived.

I’m not always fashionable. Coz it’s not important to me how people perceive me.

But being a girl, I got fetishes in fashion items all the same.

Yalah, even when u don’t care how people see u, u still need to pick the right style to give the appropriate impression. Whatever lah.  The point is when u choose not to be fashionable u have actually committed urselves to fashion. Seriuos talking.

Maybe that’s how I get to have a follower. The one who adores every simple clothing I own- My plain white tee, my black scarf, my comot flip flop, my tote, my purse. All those understated things that I picked coz i know the worth, but still it puzzles me when somebody else could also see a value in them.  Not that I didn’t have much faith in my style. But I often dress so people wont notice that I put effort in doing it.  So often to friends, my style is predictable.  Ordinary.  Monotonous. 

But this one person.. nothing misses her eyes and she actually had the gut to replicate the style exist in them stuffs I picked for myself.   Should I start calling myself a fashion icon?

This follower, though surprised me in many ways, has also made me feel,weirdly though..

as if I have finally been understood.

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“In fashion,

 one day you’re in…. the next you’re out”– Heidi Klum of Project Runaway. 

Sing.

“Tanak kwn sudah.

Nama kau Bedah.

Tetek kau sebelah.”

Hahaahahahahah. Hah? Tetek sebelah?

Ish, ish, muda- muda dah kena mastectomy.

=P

Never really said too much.Afraid it wouldn’t be enough.Just try to keep my spirits up.When there’s no point in grieving.

Doesn’t matter anyway.Words can never make me stay.Words will never take my place.When you know I’m leaving.

Try to leave a light on when I’m gone.Something I rely on to get home.One I can feel at night, a naked light.A fire to keep me warm.

Try to leave a light on when I’m gone.Even in the daylight, shine on.And when it’s late at night you can look inside.You won’t feel so alone.

You know we’ve been down that road.What seems a thousand times before.My back to a closing door.And my eyes to the seasons.

That roll out underneath my heels.And you don’t know how bad it feels.To leave the only one.
That I have ever believed in

-David Cook

The time when the boyband Newboyz existed, much to my dismay, my baby sister was a die hard fan of its vocalist, Tomok.

 As she was an avid reader of URTV, she owned a folder full of Tomok’s posters.   Everytime I was home from hostel, she would recount to me her crushes on Tomok:  Tomok’s pimples. Tomok’s hairstyle. Tomok this. Tomok that. Bla bla bla.

I would gagged, retched, guling2 on the floor, vomited blood and played dead- but none of these would stop my sister from telling me about her heartthrob mr. Tomok.

Then Tomok took a break from the limelight. Or rather, his sengau songs no longer sell in the Malaysia’s capricious recording market.  And my sister, like any other female fans, shifted her favoritism to another heartthrob..:  Khalid Jamlus. Ouch!!

Oh, but it’s not Khalid Jamlus that we’re about to discuss. Coz it’s not Khalid Jamlus that I caught on the reality show ‘One In A Million’ 2 weeks ago.  It was, well, TOMOK.

Of course he was a bit different by then. He had gained his full height. And he had a new hairdo which at first I thought was rather over the top. He was trying too hard with his appearance, wanting to discard the old image of a kiddo in an isolated boyband. Wanting to look cool, but still fail at shedding his sengau vocals.  But just as soon as he sang his rendition of Meet Uncle Hussein’s song, I changed my mind about him. That was not the Tomok I used to gagged at. That was a new Tomok I was about to like. And he did look cool as the appearance started to match his personality. Hmm.

The irony of all these was that when I spoke to my sister over the phone afew days later, telling her about Tomok, she went-

“Tomok!? Are you for real? I’m soo over him”

And I was like.. nggg… “You’re promiscuous!”- for the lack of better things to say.

Is this karma?

I could not care less. Coz last night, i’m liking Tomok even more after watching his version of Syafinaz’s song. Very catchy. U beat the jury, and u go boy!!

Ahaks!

MalasCkpPslPolitikBaikCkpPslTOMOK.

My man,

u’re now a year old!!

Thanks for putting up with me all this while. And for behaving so well. Ur insurance might cost me half of my gaji. But that seems worth of the service u’ve given in exchange:

Penang-KL, to and fro.

Shopping complexes, kenduris, various datings and other destination.

u know not of fretting. Bumpy road does not bother u, what else an exciting destination.

Right now u might be thinking wat a moron ur master is, talking to and thanking u as if u’re a living creature. Alas, but to her, u are. 

While human temperament always tires me, yours are the only antics i can fathom.

Be with me my bond, in the life where i know the meaning.

For with u i often recreate- the joy of possessing something and someone. 

Long live my wagon.

Nature’s trick.

U become susceptible to all the germs  and infection around u. And before u knew it, u fell sick again. Some friends tend to misunderstood. Or rather, they just fooling and pretending to be dense. So they posted on ur  facebook’s page early in the morning. A pantun.

“Anak Yu di sangka Lampam, kalau Lampam mana loncatnya. Bila rindu disangka demam, kalau demam mana pucatnya”

Xpe… xpe….

U ignored it. And ur fever persist until it subsided on its own.

How for sometimes u couldnt write. U coudnt explain it. Because having writer’s block was mostly cryptic. U didn’t email, u didn’t blog,  u didn’t  edit ur thesis’s chapters.  And then the fever came. Afterwards the pantun, and much later, a soft voice over the phone- “Write again please. Don’t be lazy” , like a gentle nudge on your back.  And then u found urself having so many things to write.  All of a sudden; just like that.

Remoulding your mind, u thought, u would start writing again. U sat in front of ur notebook, feeling the urge.  The force. Like the call of nature.  It was dark and raining outside and ironically Silverchair’s singing about “the greatest view” on ur playlist. The indescribable inspiration- A voice, a name, a strong physical absence, all set a tender feeling across ur heart . And then u wrote. 

Your  first word started with the Letter A.