MOHD

2008-11-18T17:27:00.000-08:00

"I've stopped going out now, I've got my own apartment in London. And I'm more interested in mopping the floor than going out at the moment. I'm trying to be a homemaker... for myself"

[British songstress, Adele, on being compared to Amy Winehouse]

"Kalau kamu nak tau kalau girlfriend kamu sekarang boleh dibuat isteri, cuba bayangkan dia tengah berak.. bayangkan sekarang.. OK? Kalau OK, OKlah!"

[SPM History teacher, Ramachendra Govindasamy, KYS]

Oh McCain, you've done it again

2008-11-17T09:09:00.000-08:00

Just when you thought that hope is still out there with Obama being up there, Papa Smurf did it again.

There where? Up where? UP YOURS!

Haha chill la Papa Smurf. See you next year ok? With less emotional baggage and more manners, set? Boleh punya la.

Ape la aku merepek pukul 4 suku ni.

Words I picked up from Little Miss Townsend 1

2008-11-15T17:36:00.001-08:00

ostracize or -cise

Verb

[-cizing, -cized] or -cising, -cised to exclude or banish (a person) from a particular group or from society

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the cruel connotations that this word suggests. The whole idea of marginalizing a portion of society just because they're not good enough according to societal perception seems so barbaric, bordering on animalistic to me.

Let's hope for a more accepting Sydney in 2009. You and I can start now. By stopping all the talks. One that is aroused by genuine concern is still considered sweet and thoughtful, but those that are merely for entertainment purposes in the form of gossiping are not on. Not on at all, my brothers.

If you have no clue on what I'm talking about, I'm gonna throw in a couple more keywords into the baking tray, just so you can bake, have a cake and eat it too, just the way your judgemental minds like it.

Gossips.

Hearsay.

Perception.

Tarnished image.

Outcasts.

Name-calling.

Bias.

Labelling.

Generalization.

Tak best kan? Tak best maaaan.

2008-11-14T07:46:00.000-08:00

Rule: List 5 good things from the top of your head. Do it for the sake of quick updates, or by any chance, you do feel the need to prove a point that you're not pussywhipped at all, to the extent of having to keep chanting: "I'm doing this for myself, not because she tagged me", as you're typing away, and that you genuinely find this tag interesting in the first place, and that you're gonna do it anyway whilst focussing on the chant: "I'm doing this not because I'm a loser, it is kind of interesting anyway so why not" .... !@$*&^%$#@$%^&* ARGHH this is not working la baboooon!! I HAD TO DO THIS BECAUSE SHE FORCED ME TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But anyways:
1) Everytime I send out an executive MASCA email to Junda, I'll mistype his name as Junad. Then I'll have to backspace a little, whilst recalling Anak Mat Nor's latest post in her blog I secretly anonymously religiously follow.

2) Everytime I pass by a Toyota Yaris parked in an alley on the way to Nasi Goreng, I'll think to myself, "Kalau R tukar jadi L ni, it'll become Toyota Yalis"

3) Ok, I can't think of anything else, and I feel like rebelling. So we're good at 2 yea?

Jacaranda, in full bloom, kinda

2008-11-13T00:32:00.000-08:00

So it's spring, I get it.

But I can't believe the cheek of you, advertising yourself as Spring, when all you are is just a mishmash of confused weather, heavy showers on alternate days, with blazing hot sunny days in between. I am disappointed to the core, Spring. Cue in the flies and harsh sun already, I've had enough of you and your sexual frustrations!

Ini pulak rakan saya, Mr. Ultimatum menyanyikan lagu Spring bertajuk "Sampai Hati" dgn Enche' Ezidy. Spring macam ni la yang kita sayang, bukan? ALL-OUT!

If Sab can't, I can

2008-11-05T19:31:00.001-08:00

Domestic god, goddess if you want me to be.

Ha hak ha.

Looking back to the days when I hoped that the laundry is biologically asexual that it would do itself, I am now giving myself a pat in the back as we speak, coz praise the lord: my room is back in its glorious istana days maaaaan.

So here's a formal invitation to a special someone: you can come back anytime you want for a thorough inspection.
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Guess I haven't introduced you to my housemate, Lydia namanya (P.O.B: Guangzhou, People's Republic of China). She says the randomest things to me like I'm bloody Bill Cosby talking to one of those darndest kids.

One day, I was at the sink in the bathroom, shaving stuffs and stubs off my godly face, with shaving cream leaving only the eyes uncovered. Lydia came in, and here's the first thing she said:

Lydia: (Surprised look) Oh, you rook rike.... (thinking).. you rook rike (thinking).. FATHER CHRISTMAS!
Lydia: Ho Ho Ho! (she meant Santa fyi)
Me: Ho! Ho! Ho!
Lydia: Ho! Ho! Ho!

Going back to my massive room cleanup mission, there was this time when I bumped into Lydia in the living room, while I was on my way out to the laundry room with a huge laundry basket in hand, when she randomly shouted at the top of her lungs:

Lydia: MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! (Laughs)
Me: (*&^%$#@#$%^&*(*&*(*&^%$#@#$(*&^%$#) (Apa kau nak sekarang? I don't recall giving birth to you?)

So, I guessed that was still ok, and then comes the second time, for a second round of washing, when she stopped me and asked:

Lydia: Wah? Did you kill someone? Who's in that basket? (Laughs)
Me: ............................................

Haih, Lydia oh Lydia. What would I do without you? Minutes later, baru faham. She called me mommy, for I was the one doing the chores in the house, with laundry basket etc. But why MOMMY, man? FATHER CHRISTMAS? What page are you on? Kau ni random sangat la.

Forget McCain and Obama, We've Got Politics of Padang Tenggala

2008-11-04T21:59:00.001-08:00

If you know my grandmother and grandaunt in person, you could tell that they're polar opposites of each other. This is the story of Ba'aisyah and Meriam, the people who put "gala" in Padang Tenggala, Bota.

Opah Ba'aisyah, a tiny figure with a big heart. She is a woman of few words. Often her silence speaks for her wisdom, patience or even anger. By few words, I honestly mean few. If you touch that tray of apams she had religiously prepared for Raya right before everyone's back from solat, she'll mouth a simple "Ish!" and you immediately know when not to touch. That and a few occasional pouts would give you an early warning that she's not liking what she's seeing. That is Opah for you. The moment you see her, my advice would be for you to triple-check that you've worn your kain samping the right way or that you have saved a portion of rendang Tok for her favourite grandchild: Lop Yen. Oh yes, blatant favouritism is her forte too, have I told you that?

Opah Chik Meriam, a whole lot of personality. She is my muse, one who was born with wit and sarcasm, proving that those don't only exist in the Cohens' supersize McMansion and Gossip Girl's cardboard acting. Her only source of interaction to the outside world is an ancient radio, where she picks up on news like the Acheh tsunami, inflation, or even George Soros. I remember the times when she invited us kids to her house and starts telling about her stories growing up in the Japanese occupation era. How she cracks us up everytime she tried to pronounce tsunami as "sunani", and calling my sister Hanani as that too. She once made headlines, for having survived a burglary attack on a random night, with the help of only a torchlight, her pet cat and her loud voice. "Setan, kluo kamu, mude-mude dah pande-pande nak mencughi ye? Aku ni tue ape ade?" (Syaiton, kluar kau, muda muda dah pandai nak mencuri ye?)

So Opah and Opah Chik are basically in-laws, but seldom talk to each other. Opah Chik's loud mouth and sarcastic remarks on Opah's tight kebaya and excessive jeweleries would be the reasons why. For two lonely hearts who live only a stone throw away, they sure have the biggest ego. Opah has a can't-care-less attitude; the more you talk about her, the tighter her kebaya gets. All she cares about is for her kids and grandkids to visit her often and for them to succeed in everything they do. This is where Opah Chik lacks. Not that she's evil-hearted and wishes the worst for her family, but because she doesn't have any grandchildren to begin with. With only one daughter and no husband, she practically lives all by herself.

So Raya is the time when you finally see Opah and Opah Chik put their differences aside (temporarily). I remember one Raya not too many years ago, when Opah scooped a scoopful of Rendang Tok, previously saved for Lop Yen, packed and handed it to myself, while saying a mouthful: "Pergi bagi kat Opah Chik, kesian dia takde sape, tengok die dah makan ke belom." And all of us cucu-cucu will then spend the next couple of hours listening to Opah Chik yapping away on the what's what and who's who in Padang Tenggala and beyond. And yes, you've guessed right. You would have to wait until the next Raya to see this happen again. Until then, it's the same tight kebaya and the same foul mouth.

Can't wait to go back home and salam cium tangan with both Opah and Opah Chik.

Faiz Fazil punya fav'rit movie konon dia indie

2008-10-31T00:47:00.000-07:00

2008-10-26T04:57:00.000-07:00

Patron 1: Hey, is this a Muslim cafe? That waiter over there looks Lebanese.
Patron 2: Really? He's too short for a Lebanese.
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Cool Mcd coffee (presumably Nepalese) uncle: Are you from Nepal?
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Random Makcik at Nazi Garong: Oh, budak ni nampak macam India.

Southpark

2008-10-26T04:32:00.000-07:00

Watcha lookin' at?

I swear to God wahai Rosli Southpark, the next time you ask me trivial questions like, "Berapa orang kerja hari ni?" or "Kenapa kau selalu kerja kat atas?" or "Berapa staff discount?" or "Berapa org masuk pukul 5 hari ni?", I will personally help enroll you in CEIC3004, let you deal with the ridiculousness that is Pierre and Tuan Pham, then make you peel potatoes and onions for me soon after you finish your truckload of assignments.

Oh and just for charity's sake, I'm gonna give you a crash course on Kinetics and Reaction Engineering and award you with 3 extra assignments due in Week 13. Except that there's only 12 Weeks of Uni. Faham?

Hahaha. I love you Rosli. Chilling lah. Melawak sikit sikit between org Bota and Singapura. Macam tak biasa like the last time you grabbed my balls. Kata serumpun.

Week 12 - The brooding type

2008-10-24T07:54:00.000-07:00

I once had this friend by the name of Week 12.
She's quite annoying at times. When I already had 6 assignments due in a week, she decided hey, let's spark things up and round it up to 9. Pretty ruthless hey?

One day you say my mom's cool and interesting, the next you call her depressed and narcissistic.

Just when you thought caffeine-induced all nighters are torturous enough, you gave us rainy mornings, rainy afternoons and rainy nights, just so the level of seksaan is a bit more in-your-face. So instead of working our butts off, the temptation to tido will teach us the meaning of dugaan the hard way. Thank you lah Week 12. I love our love-hate relationship. You love me, I hate you. Fair?

But above it all, I still have a problem with that bunch of pubes on your head you call a wig.

2008-09-28T07:54:00.000-07:00

After a long tiring day, both mentally and physically, it's always nice to hear familiar voices.
That innocent voice of a baby sister happy with how her exam papers turned out to be.
That of another one who was eager to read out her trial results, just to hear comforting words on my end, on how she'll do just fine in the real one.
And knowing that the little brother is not the little brother anymore.
And knowing that the big brother is still the big brother that I know.
And that the general feeling at home is happy, full of laughs and love.

With love from Sydney,
Selamat Hari Raya
Maaf Zahir Batin

And that made my day. Just like that.

5.30 am

2008-09-11T12:31:00.000-07:00

I've just finished yet another weekly assignment due later today at 10am.

Lover will be graduating at 10.30am.

Hey there Azalia,
Two more years and I'll be done with school.

I love working old ladies. Congratulasi ya habibi.

Who's back?

2008-09-01T00:18:00.000-07:00

Smile (smīl) n. the shortest distance between two people.

Now, it literally is.

You know you have to start blogging again when....

2008-08-30T01:13:00.000-07:00

1) You have two piles of laundry yet to be washed, cleverly categorised into super dirty ones (goes way back to Cairns days), and another of not-so-dirty-can-wear-again ones.
2) Facebooking becomes a boring routine.
3) Your lover keeps bugging you to.
4) You're running out of clothes to wear. So you resort to wearing shirts (as in kemeja) to go out and seluar baju melayu to sleep. (Refer to item no.1)
5) You have 3 mid-sessions and 2 assignment submissions in the coming 2 weeks, yet you're bumming on each day that ends with 'day, like there's no tomorrow.
6) You have to beg your lover to scold you for being a bummer, but it's still not working.
7) The only thing that stops you from blogging again is this.

So here I am.