-from my earliest childhood movie,OST from Free Willy, sung by Michael Jackson.
-from my earliest childhood movie,OST from Free Willy, sung by Michael Jackson.


okay sebenarnye pic nie saye lebih minat rambut modelnye tu drpd baju tu dah lameeee ye saye cari cari salon nak wat rambut yang not-so straight nie tapi bile alih2 x jumpe saye potong jelah cam Rihanna again oh my God i'm soooo gonna find a saloon for this look owh gedik gedik okayy upik abu dan laura lagi.

Michael,there is no easy words to say this.i have grown through awing at your pictures in the internet, i've read all there is to know about you, through Lisa Marie and Debbie, through your masked kids,through your concerts (even once you shouted a girl's name, Cleria Wendy, and i envied her so much), through your clips on the telly, and now, May you rest in peace.
maaf, maaf. sekarang dah tau kenape saye mintak maaf kat kamu?ur so nice to me.i want to be the same for you.hang on to me like i'm hanging on to you.



okay, back to the book.
well, Life The Malaysian Style is mainly a book on short stories, all of them collected form the author's life experience.it made me laugh, it made me think i'm a dull because i'm malaysian and there is so much i didn't know of my own country and people, it awed me, and it struck me. again, i'm hooked and rooted.
things i didn't know:
2. i didn't know some malay words are actually originated form chinese, for example, Pokai that we used to say as an excuse for money shortage is actually a chinese word in the same meaning.
3. chinese feng shui and their superstitions-that got me amazed.
this book is not just about the three races, its about Malaysian at large.its about our lifestyle-our believes in arranged marriage, doctors and engineers as the elite jobs,our spicy and sweet tongue, our fuzziness and the way we pry on our neighbours and friends' lives, the on-going politics, our Yang di- Pertuan Agong as a sign of democratical monarchy, about roti canai and teh tarik,about selendangs and saris, about what makes us US.
personally, i can say that i am prod of my roots, with the dreams to go the distance.i'm on my way to reach my goals now, but sometimes bits of life, or as Mun likes to call them "the series of unfortunate events" often pass by.
i once read in one of my friend of a friend's blog, that she has this one other friend(okay, it's confusing slight) that, despite of being born and fed off Malaysia, manages to say this:
that friend: oh, so u would be taking *so and so* course?where?
my friend's friend: oh, in U..(somewhere in Malaysia)
that friend: oh, ur going to do it locally?(with snickers and sarcasm in the words) x jadilah i nak mintak tolong u ble u dah keje nanti. i ingat u buat kat oversea.
my friend's friend: huh?what's that suppose to mean? (obviously la marah kan?)
that friend: chill lah..when u have a broken car nanti, obviously u want to go for the best kan? not to some torn-down mechanics.
so that friend, with all the malay blood running down her or his veins, was proud to compare Malaysians graduate from Malaysia to a torn down mechanic.so much for being civilised and liberal right?
i knew, and i know more than i should know, that this beloved country has given me more opportunity than i could ask for.my country has never encountered segregrations of any form.not like in United States where whites and coloured were separated.not like in Afghanistans were women were not seen as equals, not like in China were women, again, were married young.my country, my Malaysia, has lived through intellectual and spirited prime ministers solved issues through speeches, discussions, debates, let people see through them, let people know that fighting is not the answer, let our people be freed from any sort of terrorizations,from then until now, from Independance to the Wawasan 2020. so that the generation now, can walk the streets they walk, befriend with other races, go to school as kids and graduate as adults from university, work to support families and prune our country's economy.i'm not saying we're the best, i'm saying we're grateful enough that our children are learning ABCs instead of putting up bombs and guns.we have so much to thank for, our country that has presevere so much to provide and nurture the children, into blossoming adults, maybe more than that friend can be.
i am a Malaysian born, Malaysian educated and i will serve my country.
thank you, Peggy Tan, author of Life The Malaysian Style.

mase tu kak yang and kakak nak setelkan hal upu diorang dgn abah.saye main2 dgn aqif and wani, sembang2 dgn kak yang, kak liza, diyana and kakak.best, sgt best bile ahli keluarge berkumpul ramai2 kan?
bile dorang dah balek, abah ajak, "jom pegi rumah angah ali, kite x tgk die pon sejak die keluar hospital"
mase tu dah pukul 5 lebih kitorg siap cepat2 sebab nak balik cepat dr rumah ayah saudara saye tu.ble turun bawah tgk abah dgn muke yg sgt down.mak ckp, "xjadi pegi rumah angah ali.syira and wani ikut abah pegi pasar malam jelah"
"kenapa x jadi abah?,"
"angah ali balik rumah nenek,malam nanti baru die balik rumah.huu,sedihlah.angah ali tu hari2 balik kampung, balik rumah nenek.abah nie seminggu sekali je balik sane.mesti nenek sayang abah sikit je"
laaa boleh plak merajuk abah saye nie kan ish ish sedih sedih xpelah abah nanti bile2 kite pegi plak rumah nenek tu x lari mane pun hehe kelakar la abah nie.
so kitorg pegi la pasar malam sekali lagi down sebab nasi kerabu feveret saye, abah and wani xde di situ make terpakse lah beli yg merepek2 kat pasar malam tu membuang duit.
mase jalan2 dgn abah, ttbe saye terfikir, "bile last time keluar dgn abah macam nie ek?"keluar berdue (mase tu wani pegi kedai fotostat untuk binding folio die so technically, saye dgn abah je yg ke pasar malam) rase nye da lame x keluar berdue sonok jugak sekali sekala wat father-daughter thing kan?
let me tell you bits about my father
orang selalu ingat abah nie abang saye takpon boyfren saye hehee sorry hadzwan.:) he looks a lot young for his age.ade time kat sekolah dulu, abah dtg melawat saye sorg2 je and kitorg duduk dekat depan dewan sekolah mase tu.lalu lah sorang ustaz nie, ustaz salman name die and terus tegur saye,"ni siape?awak tau kan x boleh berdua duaan kat sekaolah macam nie?,"erk. xpasal2 kena.saye introduce abah kat die, and sejak tu dorg kamceng haha lawak gile la ustaz so comel la.
abah saye seorang yg sangat protective.even saye kat KL tu pon, nak keluar mid saje dah call berkali2 belum masuk nak pegi tempat2 lain lagi haissh tp slow2 die dah percayekan saye if nak pg pudu or naik tren hahaa kalau x, mcm mane saye nak balik rumah pulak kan time2 cuti?
selalu dtg melawat saye mase kat gopeng, uitm and kat um nie pon.kawan2 pelik jugak kenapa selalu sgt abah dtg jumpe saye, banyak nye mase die saye bayar ke utk die dtg selalu muahahahaaa sebenarnye abah nie super busy.die dtg jumpe saye pon mase time2 die ade keje kat KL tu, sekejap je pon jumpe.if kat rumah, x tentu selalu sgt boleh jumpe even wani yang duduk rumah pon jarang jumpe abah this week in Pahang, next week in KL macam byk wive pulak kan opps simpang simpang please hehehee.
lagi ape ek?oh...1 thing obvious about abah.die sgt mementingkan education.biarlah x kaye or x cantik pon, asalkan education ade.teringat mase kecik2 dulu, abah marah if buku Enid Blyton x habis bace, pukul if ade careless mistake mase buat maths.sampai sekarang pon, every test results i've to tell him and mak.
but now diorang dah x terlalu force dah, sampai kadang2 if saye cakap saye x larat nak study sume pon mak and abah mesti cakap xpayahlah jum kite pgi jalan2 takpun xpayahlah syira nanti mak and abah bg kawen je heheehee
i did law in the first place pun because of him, die yg nak sangat tgk saye jd lawyer, and i have grown to love every bit of this course.i'll prove it to him one day that i'll be the next legally blonde in town heheheee.
things my fater said.abah.thank you so much for teaching me that a soul cannot be tied down, a lover cannot promise security, there can be more defeats than winning in one's journey, there are no gardens without weeds, thus we have to grow more flowers for our souls and toil more soil resiliently.we cannot wait for anyone to give us fruits.
Happy Father's Day Abah :)

