ok, was supposed to blog abt this in the KL entry.
well it's never too late and it still stays vividly in my head.

so on the 2nd and final night, already tucked in bed,
watched a telemovie titled 'Ihsan' on TV3 if i'm not mistaken.
It has a similar plot as 'Si Tanggang',
except the ending.

well, this guy (played by actor Zamarul Hisham), son of a poor and uneducated kampong couple,
got married to a beauty who came from a wealthy city family of respectable repute.
she didnt know of her hubby's family background as that jack.s told her that he's anak yatim piatu and lived sebatang kara.
dont know how they met (didnt watched from the start) but that jack.s worked for his father-in-law.

so one day, his mum came all the way from her kampong to visit her son at his KL mansion after hearing no news from him since he got married, 5years ago.
she cooked and brought him his fav dishes, that are packed in tiffin aka mangkok tingkat.
but, as u may have figured, the ungrateful jack.s unwelcomed and scolded his mum for the visit and repeatedly yelled at her to leave right away before his wife sees them.
mum cried, begged him to accept the fd.
he pushed mum when she refused to leave, she fell, cried even louder, tiffin broke opened, fd threwn out.
mum dragged herself to where the tiffin has rolled to, picked the rice up and placed it back into the tiffin.
seeing her wasting even more time by doing that, he kicked the tiffin, pulled her up and dragged her into the taxi that's still waiting.
again, mum refused, so he grabbed her by the head and pushed her down and into the taxi, hurriedly slammed the door and demanded the driver to speed off.

jack.s struggled with his work, company suffering losses and anyhow fired employees when he was deservingly down with immense stress.
wife tried to comfort and calm him down at home but was rewarded with shoutings of blame when she asked where has his money gone to.
he raged, "awak maseh ade hati nak tanye mane duit saye pegi? eh, awak tak sedar ke selama awak jadi bini saye, saye habiskan duit saye sume kat awak bila awak nak beli tu beli ni, pegi sane pegi sini.....!!!!!"
wife fumed, "awak yang tanak saye bayar pakai credit card saye. awak ckp saye dah byk tolong awak dan tiba mase utk awak membalas jasa papa saye.....habis akrg awak nak salahkan saye pulak?!"

life turned to the worst for him, he lost his sanity, roamed around city talking to himself etc etc, and somehow, wifey found out abt his lies and ill-treatments toward his mum.
she left him and he went to look for his parents but neighbours informed that they have long left.
he turned suicidal and tried to jump down from a building but a voice somewhere told him not to, that by doing that, he will be committing a huge sin.
and so, he got down.

back at kampong, mum is on the verge of facing death, visitors reciting Surah Yassiin.
when asked, dad said he tried looking for his son but to no avail.
then somehow, jack.s came back with the help of several outsiders, but it's ever too late.
mum has died, dad didnt even looked at him.
he went in but shouted to everyone that that wasnt his mum.
"eh!!! korg berhenti baca2 tu sume eh. ni bkn mak aku laaa. mak aku kan keluar pegi kedai. korg pegi balek...BALEK!"
then he dashed out, tears, mucus, saliva all over his face.
the outsiders went after him, only to find him flat and unconscious on his front on rocks near a river, blood all over.

jack.s was brought back and laid down beside body of mum.
he was also on the verge of death but when asked to mengucap, he cldnt.
then suddenly sat upright, veins all abt to burst, face swollen and blue.
few seconds later, died with his eyes wide opened.

the tukang mandikan mayat (TMM) had difficulty cleansing jack.s's body when performing the 'mandi jenazah' ritual.
and soap-like substance and blood leaked out from his mouth, nose, ears and eyes,
stench forced the TMM and helpers to vomit.

thereafter, relatives left with mum's jenazah to be buried at the cemetary.
on the other hand, relatives had trouble lifting up jack.s's jenazah as it was too damn heavy and they were all panting hard.
since it still had to be carried on, the jenazah was being carried lopsidedly by the relatives who are hanging on to dear life.

at the cemetary, mum's body has been successfully buried, relatives waiting for the 2nd jenazah to arrive, dad following behind.
so the helpers dug a hole, but cldnt get the body in.
after 3 times, enlarging the hole, still to no avail.
then an imam went to the father and advised him to forgive his son.
initially he refused strongly but after being told that "sedangkan Nabi ampunkan ummatnye, inikan kite manusia", he forgave.
and instantaneously, the body managed to be carried into the grave.

then came the wife, running and crying, stopping them from burying the body.
she instructed the helpers to let her see his face.
and when opened, the cameraman zoomed to show the face that no longer looked like one,
maggots and whatnots crawled all over, feeding on the flesh.
everyone felt nauseous, covering their nose and mouth and trying hard not to puke, at the foul smell.
by then, wife had fainted.

subhanallah.....
masya'Allah.....

i swear my cheeks were wet and thick mucus tried to seep into my mouth while watching those happenings.

and Zamarul Hisham is a gd actor. He acted and brought his character out so well.

there are several lessons that could be learnt from this story but the main message is......

jangan sesekali menyakiti hati org tuamu.
hormatilah mereka dan sentiasa meminta ampun atas kesalahan atau dosa-dosamu terhadap mereka.
bahagiakanlah mereka, terutama sekali ibumu yang telah melahirkan kamu dan mengorbankan segala-galanya untuk membesarkan kamu.
SYURGA ITU TERLETAK DI TELAPAK KAKI IBU.

it won't be 'more said than done' anymore.
coz now, the vice-versa is true.
real proud of what i've achieved so far.
though i know it's still too early,
but i'm pretty sure that it's not gonna flop.
this time round, there will, surely will, be a blardy damn difference.
Just u wait.

Back from a 3-day (more like 1.5 days, excluding bus journey to and from KL) KL trip, starting from Good Friday, with my family and the extensions.

*in a twilight zone.*

Experienced 'Rapid KL' (their MRT) for the first time (and i think will be the last)........
Walks around town.........
Eat, eat and eat.......
Rock-climbed after 8years of not touching those walls..........
Walked and more walks in the rain around town.........
But not so much of a shopping for myself (except for a pair of pathetic shades bought at about SGD10).........
Eat and eat and eat..........

.........& yea, i think that basically sums up the trip.

It was really short and was shortened further by the stupid 2hrs delay at the checkpoint (for all we know, that idiot is already dead, body eaten by pigeons and decomposed in the woods across my home),
so cldn't do much stuffs there.
Thought i could get on the roller-coaster at BTS again.
buuhuu~

oh well....at least i got to do something that i thought i won't be able to do anymore due to excess mass in my body.
yes, i rock-climbed ok.
haha.
currently, i don't see myself doing it regularly but will definitely climb again once i've lost at least 5kilos.
so Camp 5 was nice. nice?! ok, it was awesome.
it's Asia's largest indoor Climbing Gym, located in the freakin' huge One Utama.
check it out!!: www.camp5.com

*the one upfront is for kids like me. the back ones are called autowalls. don't need a human belayer.*

*those mattresses and walls there are for bouldering.*

*the outside view from Camp5. nice.*

*nice view but not so nice nightlife surprisingly. most of the shops close at 7pm, even on weekends.*

more pictures will be up in the next few entries.

and oh!
finally washed my pair of jeans that has not been in contact with the laundry detergent for about a year.
erk~
speaking of which, just realised that i've got a total of 9 pairs of jeans, 7 left unused.
ok, totally not related.

bai.

[8.30am]

alhamdulillah.
yezzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaa~
i don't have to assume that i will not be retaking any exam modules,
coz i really don't have to!!!!
due to the extreme slackening towards the end of poly,
GPA plunged by .4 from yr 1 (rise and fall in between semesters),
but i'm just so thankful that i managed to pass pretty OK-ly.

ok back to sleep.

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As i tried to find my own way and meaning to my days and life,
I couldn't help but wonder.....
...maybe....just maybe....
Life is its own answer.

Reminiscence of the Past.

Re-discovered several really nostalgic memorabilia from the long-pinafore/skirt-and-socks-pulled-up-till-the-knee days.
Thus, it's always good to spring-clean your room, twice a year is an excellent practice.
And no matter how many bags of rubbish or bags of stuff to give away that have previously been cleared, there will always be even more of 'em in the times to come.
It's like the junks are reproducing coz it's just neverending.

Think it's a book for notes-writing?

No.
It's an Autograph Book!

Was blinded by this colours-galore 'biography' of mine. Those were the 'colourful' days....And hah! cldn't stop laughing at the craps i wrote and the so-called drawings i did.

2nd page.....

3rd page.
i've got so much to say about myself?!
weird.

And....haha....i was once a badge collector?
that explains the junks in my room that are collecting (and have collected) dust and insects.

oh gone are the days.....

Working here is not so bad,
but i made it interestingly bad..
which is not so bad after all.

After the loooooong day of hard work, mum's Mee Bandung for dinner!
Nothing cld overpower mums' cookings, ever.

If God wills, one day, mum will have a proper shop to do what she does best =))

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Is It You- Cassie

I'm looking for a lover not a friend
Somebody who can be there when I need someone to talk to
I'm looking for someone who won't pretend
Somebody not afraid to say the way they feel about you

And I'm looking for someone who understands how I feel,
Someone who can keep it real and who knows the way
The way i like to have it my way
And I'm looking for someone who takes me there,
Wants to share, shows he cares
Thinkin your the one that I've been waiting for

Is it you? is it you?
Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for
Could you be the one for me?
Could you be the one I need?

Is it you? is it you?
Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for
Could you be the one for me? (Could you be?)
Could you be the one I need?

I'm looking for someone to share my pain (Uh)
Someone who I can run to, who would stay with me when it rains
Someone who I can cry with through the night
Someone who I can trust who's hardest right
And I'm looking for someone

And I'm looking for someone who understands how I feel,
Someone who can keep me real and who knows the way

The way i like to have it my way
And I'm looking for someone who takes me there,
Want to share, shows he cares
Thinkin your the one that I've been waiting for

Is it you? is it you?
Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for
Could you be the one for me?
Could you be the one I need?

Is it you? is it you?
Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for
Could you be the one for me?
Could you be this one I need?

Take for granted
How much I care (How much I care)
And appreciates that I'm there
Someone who listens
And someone I can call who isn't afraid of love to share

Is it you? is it you?
Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for
Could you be the one for me?
Could you be the one I need?

Is it you? is it you?
Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for
Could you be the one for me?
Could you be the one I need?

After 2hrs of badminton....

....Had lunch @ Sari Indo,
finished my meal within 10mins.

Longing for another game of badminton soon.
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Here's a pic of my 'class' on our last day together as 'one'.

Sayonara everybody!
May we not see each other again.
huhu~
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i can never be tired of Badminton.

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Fifi. again.

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and oh. meet my tail.
it's depleting at a fast rate.
sad.

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and oh.
my eyes were practically glued to this Turkish guy selling kebabs at Geylang yesterday.
he's so guudielooking and look so like Shayne Ward, except he's hotter.
i wish i cld've ordered 10 kebabs. really don't mind the wait at all.

ok enuf.

after God-knows-how-many years that i've not been to any library besides school's,
i made it to the new library at bishan (maybe not that new already but oh wells..).
andandand, i actually borrowed books! 4 of 'em!
haaa~

ok so check this webbie out. (http://www.mazda2.com.sg/moby/cms/preview_enter.jsp)
my latest car eye-candy.
it's the zoom-zoom-zoom new Mazda 2.



cutieeeesuuuuweeet.
there are 2 other colours, black and green.
not huge nor bulky.
just nice and cosy for me.
and it has got manual transmission too.
*droools*

F.R.E.E.D.O.M.

yes.
shoo-ing away the possibility of me retaking a module,
it's time for FREEDOM of the Brain, Body and Soul.
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~
after 15years of education, further studies is the last thing on my mind right now.
2yrs of pre-school seemed like it's a yr down,
6yrs of primary education seemed like only half,
4yrs of secondary education seemed like ages,
3yrs of tertiary education seemed like it has only started last yr. seriously.
that just shows the speed of how time pass.
and before i know it, i'll be working already. ok, maybe not.

so now, time is in my own hands.
what am i going to do?
haa!
this is the time that mum has been waiting for.
it's the start of my Cooking Education.

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Watch "27 Dresses" Movie

ok, this movie's awesome. at least, to me.
definitely worth watching.
and oh, james marsden's HAWT.
and katherine heigl's one gorgeous woman.

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too free.
at 2.30am now, no signs of sleepiness.
decided to read my stupidkentalanslenge past entries, hoping that it wld put me to sleep.
to no avail.
but there's this 'Memorable' photo that caught my eye and gave the urge to ungkit back & mention this....

in the past (ive actually 4gotten abt this but now that i'm mentioning it, the geramness came back), i was particularly pissed with this particular ex of mine for not returning my cicakman vcd.
yes it was stupid, and u may say that i just wanaa besarkan bende yg remeh, but i dont care.
dah pinjam hak org, tak tau nak kasi balek kepe? dah kasi chan after chan after chan pun tkde hasil, mestilah bingit kanz?
ni brg aku yg dia pinjam, tapi aku yg approach and tanye dia.
came to a point where i became kinda harsh in my sms-es that were sent to him.
no replies.
so, asked mum for help.
and guess what, he mengadu kat mak aku lah sey (thru' sms).
mum told him nicely to return the vcd as he has promised to.
and his reply was, "maaf cik. bkn saye tanak kasi balik vcd tu. tapi cara 1t tu salah. ok, nanti saye kasi balek vcd tu kat dia." (i asked nicely for a whole 2mths. aft whc, i tot i nd to be more firm)
and i went, "*toot* dia nk ckp soal betul dgn salah? bende dia buat tu byk dia punye btl? tanye dgn baik, tak jln. tanye dgn tegas sikit pun tak jln. beh ape kebende ni dia ckp my cara tak btl?!"
so i mengamok sendirik tk tentu psl until i got sick and so i guess that was how it went silent.
halalkan je lah.
but seriously, his doings, which include others, has altered my positive perceptions of peeps of his 'supposedly-GUUUUUUUUUD' background.

lessons learnt:
1. Hak org lain, tolong pulangkan cepat2 sebelum terlambat. Kalau lambat nanti kene sebat kat Hari Akhirat.
2. Janji Melayu most of the time nggak bisa di-pakei dongggggg.

in short, guys can get freakin' ridiculous too.
don't just put all the blame on us girls.

Quotes- to Inspire, Instigate & Incite

• Be more concerned with your character than with your reputation. Your character is what you really are while your reputation is merely what others think you are. - Dale Carnegie
• If you lose your wealth, you have lost nothing. If you lose your health, you have lost something. But if you lose your character, you have lost everything. - Woodrow Wilson
• To exercise good character daily is to be morally fit for life. - Karen Hartz
• We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give. - Sir Winston Churchill
• It is not true that nice guys finish last. Nice guys are winners before the game ever starts. - Addison Walker

PS: U've captured my attention, even before i get the chance to know you better.