Tuesday 20 January 2009

nama

Assalamualaikum,

tulah benarr! coba ktk org cek tok. cek pa maksud nama kitak orang.

Apis

Skin cream made from beeswax.

  • Feel the refreshing difference and use apis to sooth your nasty sunburn

aihhh pis, duhal nama kau inspired daripada krim losyen madu lebah segala hehe.

Jot @ Jijah @ Ngegeh Babe

The stimulation of one's genitals, masturbation, to achieve an orgasm.

  • I went to the bushes to jot.
  • He jotted three times today.
  • I was busy jotting.
  • I jotted in her eye.

matilahhhhhh.

Asma

A fragrant beauty who is not only sexy and sweet but also very sauve, sleek and "to die for"..!

  • wow.. ur such an asma..!

yerrrr suk lah ko tek, malaskuuuu

Zaki @ PLK

Someone who is a total fag in life. Used to describe someone with no manhood.

  • Man that guy is so like zaki!

larikkkkkkkkkk (sambil menahan senak perut kotan tetak)

Oon

The general smell of a person's crotch which emanates from that region before specific examination of its constituent parts, such as the vagina, penis or anus.

  • I loved the smell of her oon.
  • Her oon drew me into her, making me want to perform cunnilingus.
  • I could smell her oon just standing next to her; it was disgusting, like a dead cod.

nang kejiiii!!!!! urg yang molah tok sememangnya dengki ngan aku.

Wassalam.

Monday 19 January 2009

as the arabs sees the jews

Assalamualaikum,

Do spend your time reading this. A letter originally written by King Abdullah, grandfather to King Hussein, the present King of Jordan. Truly an eye opener.

Wassalam.

"As the Arabs see the Jews"

I am especially delighted to address an American audience, for the tragic problem of Palestine will never be solved without American understanding, American sympathy, American support.

So many billions of words have been written about Palestine—perhaps more than on any other subject in history—that I hesitate to add to them. Yet I am compelled to do so, for I am reluctantly convinced that the world in general, and America in particular, knows almost nothing of the true case for the Arabs.

We Arabs follow, perhaps far more than you think, the press of America. We are frankly disturbed to find that for every word printed on the Arab side, a thousand are printed on the Zionist side.

There are many reasons for this. You have many millions of Jewish citizens interested in this question. They are highly vocal and wise in the ways of publicity. There are few Arab citizens in America, and we are as yet unskilled in the technique of modern propaganda.

The results have been alarming for us. In your press we see a horrible caricature and are told it is our true portrait. In all justice, we cannot let this pass by default.

Our case is quite simple: For nearly 2,000 years Palestine has been almost 100 per cent Arab. It is still preponderantly Arab today, in spite of enormous Jewish immigration. But if this immigration continues we shall soon be outnumbered—a minority in our home.

Palestine is a small and very poor country, about the size of your state of Vermont. Its Arab population is only about 1,200,000. Already we have had forced on us, against our will, some 600,000 Zionist Jews. We are threatened with many hundreds of thousands more.

Our position is so simple and natural that we are amazed it should even be questioned. It is exactly the same position you in America take in regard to the unhappy European Jews. You are sorry for them, but you do not want them in your country.

We do not want them in ours, either. Not because they are Jews, but because they are foreigners. We would not want hundreds of thousands of foreigners in our country, be they Englishmen or Norwegians or Brazilians or whatever.

Think for a moment: In the last 25 years we have had one third of our entire population forced upon us. In America that would be the equivalent of 45,000,000 complete strangers admitted to your country, over your violent protest, since 1921. How would you have reacted to that?

Because of our perfectly natural dislike of being overwhelmed in our own homeland, we are called blind nationalists and heartless anti-Semites. This charge would be ludicrous were it not so dangerous.

No people on earth have been less "anti-Semitic" than the Arabs. The persecution of the Jews has been confined almost entirely to the Christian nations of the West. Jews, themselves, will admit that never since the Great Dispersion did Jews develop so freely and reach such importance as in Spain when it was an Arab possession. With very minor exceptions, Jews have lived for many centuries in the Middle East, in complete peace and friendliness with their Arab neighbours.

Damascus, Baghdad, Beirut and other Arab centres have always contained large and prosperous Jewish colonies. Until the Zionist invasion of Palestine began, these Jews received the most generous treatment—far, far better than in Christian Europe. Now, unhappily, for the first time in history, these Jews are beginning to feel the effects of Arab resistance to the Zionist assault. Most of them are as anxious as Arabs to stop it. Most of these Jews who have found happy homes among us resent, as we do, the coming of these strangers.

I was puzzled for a long time about the odd belief which apparently persists in America that Palestine has somehow "always been a Jewish land." Recently an American I talked to cleared up this mystery. He pointed out that the only things most Americans know about Palestine are what they read in the Bible. It was a Jewish land in those days, they reason, and they assume it has always remained so.

Nothing could be farther from the truth. It is absurd to reach so far back into the mists of history to argue about who should have Palestine today, and I apologise for it. Yet the Jews do this, and I must reply to their "historic claim." I wonder if the world has ever seen a stranger sight than a group of people seriously pretending to claim a land because their ancestors lived there some 2,000 years ago!

If you suggest that I am biased, I invite you to read any sound history of the period and verify the facts.

Such fragmentary records as we have indicate that the Jews were wandering nomads from Iraq who moved to southern Turkey, came south to Palestine, stayed there a short time, and then passed to Egypt, where they remained about 400 years. About 1300 BC (according to your calendar) they left Egypt and gradually conquered most—but not all—of the inhabitants of Palestine.

It is significant that the Philistines—not the Jews—gave their name to the country: "Palestine" is merely the Greek form of "Philistia."

Only once, during the empire of David and Solomon, did the Jews ever control nearly—but not all—the land which is today Palestine. This empire lasted only 70 years, ending in 926 BC. Only 250 years later the Kingdom of Judah had shrunk to a small province around Jerusalem, barely a quarter of modern Palestine.

In 63 BC the Jews were conquered by Roman Pompey, and never again had even the vestige of independence. The Roman Emperor Hadrian finally wiped them out about 135 AD. He utterly destroyed Jerusalem, rebuilt under another name, and for hundreds of years no Jew was permitted to enter it. A handful of Jews remained in Palestine but the vast majority were killed or scattered to other countries, in the Diaspora, or the Great Dispersion. From that time Palestine ceased to be a Jewish country, in any conceivable sense.

This was 1,815 years ago, and yet the Jews solemnly pretend they still own Palestine! If such fantasy were allowed, how the map of the world would dance about!

Italians might claim England, which the Romans held so long. England might claim France, "homeland" of the conquering Normans. And the French Normans might claim Norway, where their ancestors originated. And incidentally, we Arabs might claim Spain, which we held for 700 years.

Many Mexicans might claim Spain, "homeland" of their forefathers. They might even claim Texas, which was Mexican until 100 years ago. And suppose the American Indians claimed the "homeland" of which they were the sole, native, and ancient occupants until only some 450 years ago!

I am not being facetious. All these claims are just as valid—or just as fantastic—as the Jewish "historic connection" with Palestine. Most are more valid.

In any event, the great Moslem expansion about 650 AD finally settled things. It dominated Palestine completely. From that day on, Palestine was solidly Arabic in population, language, and religion. When British armies entered the country during the last war, they found 500,000 Arabs and only 65,000 Jews.

If solid, uninterrupted Arab occupation for nearly 1,300 years does not make a country "Arab", what does?

The Jews say, and rightly, that Palestine is the home of their religion. It is likewise the birthplace of Christianity, but would any Christian nation claim it on that account? In passing, let me say that the Christian Arabs—and there are many hundreds of thousands of them in the Arab World—are in absolute agreement with all other Arabs in opposing the Zionist invasion of Palestine.

May I also point out that Jerusalem is, after Mecca and Medina, the holiest place in Islam. In fact, in the early days of our religion, Moslems prayed toward Jerusalem instead of Mecca.

The Jewish "religious claim" to Palestine is as absurd as the "historic claim." The Holy Places, sacred to three great religions, must be open to all, the monopoly of none. Let us not confuse religion and politics.

We are told that we are inhumane and heartless because do not accept with open arms the perhaps 200,000 Jews in Europe who suffered so frightfully under Nazi cruelty, and who even now—almost three years after war’s end—still languish in cold, depressing camps.

Let me underline several facts. The unimaginable persecution of the Jews was not done by the Arabs: it was done by a Christian nation in the West. The war which ruined Europe and made it almost impossible for these Jews to rehabilitate themselves was fought by the Christian nations of the West. The rich and empty portions of the earth belong, not to the Arabs, but to the Christian nations of the West.

And yet, to ease their consciences, these Christian nations of the West are asking Palestine—a poor and tiny Moslem country of the East—to accept the entire burden. "We have hurt these people terribly," cries the West to the East. "Won’t you please take care of them for us?"

We find neither logic nor justice in this. Are we therefore "cruel and heartless nationalists"?

We are a generous people: we are proud that "Arab hospitality" is a phrase famous throughout the world. We are a humane people: no one was shocked more than we by the Hitlerite terror. No one pities the present plight of the desperate European Jews more than we.

But we say that Palestine has already sheltered 600,000 refugees. We believe that is enough to expect of us—even too much. We believe it is now the turn of the rest of the world to accept some of them.

I will be entirely frank with you. There is one thing the Arab world simply cannot understand. Of all the nations of the earth, America is most insistent that something be done for these suffering Jews of Europe. This feeling does credit to the humanity for which America is famous, and to that glorious inscription on your Statue of Liberty.

And yet this same America—the richest, greatest, most powerful nation the world has ever known—refuses to accept more than a token handful of these same Jews herself!

I hope you will not think I am being bitter about this. I have tried hard to understand that mysterious paradox, and I confess I cannot. Nor can any other Arab.

Perhaps you have been informed that "the Jews in Europe want to go to no other place except Palestine."

This myth is one of the greatest propaganda triumphs of the Jewish Agency for Palestine, the organisation which promotes with fanatic zeal the emigration to Palestine. It is a subtle half-truth, thus doubly dangerous.

The astounding truth is that nobody on earth really knows where these unfortunate Jews really want to go!

You would think that in so grave a problem, the American, British, and other authorities responsible for the European Jews would have made a very careful survey, probably by vote, to find out where each Jew actually wants to go. Amazingly enough this has never been done! The Jewish Agency has prevented it.

Some time ago the American Military Governor in Germany was asked at a press conference how he was so certain that all Jews there wanted to go to Palestine. His answer was simple: "My Jewish advisors tell me so." He admitted no poll had ever been made. Preparations were indeed begun for one, but the Jewish Agency stepped in to stop it.

The truth is that the Jews in German camps are now subjected to a Zionist pressure campaign which learned much from the Nazi terror. It is dangerous for a Jew to say that he would rather go to some other country, not Palestine. Such dissenters have been severely beaten, and worse.

Not long ago, in Palestine, nearly 1,000 Austrian Jews informed the international refugee organisation that they would like to go back to Austria, and plans were made to repatriate them.

The Jewish Agency heard of this, and exerted enough political pressure to stop it. It would be bad propaganda for Zionism if Jews began leaving Palestine. The nearly 1,000 Austrian are still there, against their will.

The fact is that most of the European Jews are Western in culture and outlook, entirely urban in experience and habits. They cannot really have their hearts set on becoming pioneers in the barren, arid, cramped land which is Palestine.

One thing, however, is undoubtedly true. As matters stand now, most refugee Jews in Europe would, indeed, vote for Palestine, simply because they know no other country will have them.

If you or I were given a choice between a near-prison camp for the rest of our lives—or Palestine—we would both choose Palestine, too.

But open up any other alternative to them—give them any other choice, and see what happens!

No poll, however, will be worth anything unless the nations of the earth are willing to open their doors—just a little—to the Jews. In other words, if in such a poll a Jew says he wants to go to Sweden, Sweden must be willing to accept him. If he votes for America, you must let him come in.

Any other kind of poll would be a farce. For the desperate Jew, this is no idle testing of opinion: this is a grave matter of life or death. Unless he is absolutely sure that his vote means something, he will always vote for Palestine, so as not to risk his bird in the hand for one in the bush.

In any event, Palestine can accept no more. The 65,000 Jews in Palestine in 1918 have jumped to 600,000 today. We Arabs have increased, too, but not by immigration. The Jews were then a mere 11 per cent of our population. Today they are one third of it.

The rate of increase has been terrifying. In a few more years—unless stopped now—it will overwhelm us, and we shall be an important minority in our own home.

Surely the rest of the wide world is rich enough and generous enough to find a place for 200,000 Jews—about one third the number that tiny, poor Palestine has already sheltered. For the rest of the world, it is hardly a drop in the bucket. For us it means national suicide.

We are sometimes told that since the Jews came to Palestine, the Arab standard of living has improved. This is a most complicated question. But let us even assume, for the argument, that it is true. We would rather be a bit poorer, and masters of our own home. Is this unnatural?

The sorry story of the so-called "Balfour Declaration," which started Zionist immigration into Palestine, is too complicated to repeat here in detail. It is grounded in broken promises to the Arabs—promises made in cold print which admit no denying.

We utterly deny its validity. We utterly deny the right of Great Britain to give away Arab land for a "national home" for an entirely foreign people.

Even the League of Nations sanction does not alter this. At the time, not a single Arab state was a member of the League. We were not allowed to say a word in our own defense.

I must point out, again in friendly frankness, that America was nearly as responsible as Britain for this Balfour Declaration. President Wilson approved it before it was issued, and the American Congress adopted it word for word in a joint resolution on 30th June, 1922.

In the 1920s, Arabs were annoyed and insulted by Zionist immigration, but not alarmed by it. It was steady, but fairly small, as even the Zionist founders thought it would remain. Indeed for some years, more Jews left Palestine than entered it—in 1927 almost twice as many.

But two new factors, entirely unforeseen by Britain or the League or America or the most fervent Zionist, arose in the early thirties to raise the immigration to undreamed heights. One was the World Depression; the second the rise of Hitler.

In 1932, the year before Hitler came to power, only 9,500 Jews came to Palestine. We did not welcome them, but we were not afraid that, at that rate, our solid Arab majority would ever be in danger.

But the next year—the year of Hitler—it jumped to 30,000! In 1934 it was 42,000! In 1935 it reached 61,000!

It was no longer the orderly arrival of idealist Zionists. Rather, all Europe was pouring its frightened Jews upon us. Then, at last, we, too, became frightened. We knew that unless this enormous influx stopped, we were, as Arabs, doomed in our Palestine homeland. And we have not changed our minds.

I have the impression that many Americans believe the trouble in Palestine is very remote from them, that America had little to do with it, and that your only interest now is that of a humane bystander.

I believe that you do not realise how directly you are, as a nation, responsible in general for the whole Zionist move and specifically for the present terrorism. I call this to your attention because I am certain that if you realise your responsibility you will act fairly to admit it and assume it.

Quite aside from official American support for the "National Home" of the Balfour Declaration, the Zionist settlements in Palestine would have been almost impossible, on anything like the current scale, without American money. This was contributed by American Jewry in an idealistic effort to help their fellows.

The motive was worthy: the result were disastrous. The contributions were by private individuals, but they were almost entirely Americans, and, as a nation, only America can answer for it.

The present catastrophe may be laid almost entirely at your door. Your government, almost alone in the world, is insisting on the immediate admission of 100,000 more Jews into Palestine—to be followed by countless additional ones. This will have the most frightful consequences in bloody chaos beyond anything ever hinted at in Palestine before.

It is your press and political leadership, almost alone in the world, who press this demand. It is almost entirely American money which hires or buys the "refugee ships" that steam illegally toward Palestine: American money which pays their crews. The illegal immigration from Europe is arranged by the Jewish Agency, supported almost entirely by American funds. It is American dollars which support the terrorists, which buy the bullets and pistols that kill British soldiers—your allies—and Arab citizens—your friends.

We in the Arab world were stunned to hear that you permit open advertisements in newspapers asking for money to finance these terrorists, to arm them openly and deliberately for murder. We could not believe this could really happen in the modern world. Now we must believe it: we have seen the advertisements with our own eyes.

I point out these things because nothing less than complete frankness will be of use. The crisis is too stark for mere polite vagueness which means nothing.

I have the most complete confidence in the fair-mindedness and generosity of the American public. We Arabs ask no favours. We ask only that you know the full truth, not half of it. We ask only that when you judge the Palestine question, you put yourselves in our place.

What would your answer be if some outside agency told you that you must accept in America many millions of utter strangers in your midst—enough to dominate your country—merely because they insisted on going to America, and because their forefathers had once lived there some 2,000 years ago?

Our answer is the same.

And what would be your action if, in spite of your refusal, this outside agency began forcing them on you?

Ours will be the same.

His Majesty King Abdullah
The American Magazine

November, 1947

This article is taken from here.

Friday 16 January 2009

PARIS?

Assalamualaikum,

bonjour vous tout! comment a-t-vous été ? me manquez-vous? je sais que vous me manquez!

matilahhhh. baruk sehari d france boleh speaking french occcaaayy. aku tok bok balit france koh, yahhhh ko ada bok balit france?? dah ku gi france aku rasa aku urg france koh, i am so like the french people. hik hik. klah tok ku nak cita sikit2 la, pengalaman ku di france, kitak org mampu majine jak lah hoh. well sungguh pun 2 hari, semalam sajorkk, aku tetap maok juak loba, aku sik uli!

aku pegi france actually ada meeting, bersama kompeni yg sponsor projek phd ku tuk, bersama ngan mak hayam sofia, bapak hayam besar bob, n duak org bapak menakan hayam, glenn n eddie. actuall nak, meeting tok aku sik dtg pun sikpa, bukannya ku contribute papa, pose2 vogue, angguk2 ala paham, tp sebenarnya nan ado. tp sikpa, meeting ya sik penting, yg penting aku d france ok! paid trip gik ya hik hik.

mek org pegi sik make belon, make bintang eropah! eurostar ok! keretapi nak dbah laut ya ehh. yahhh. aku tek mula2 ingat tek nampak lah dak dolfin, ikan paus, ikan lumek segala nak. sikda papa pun. kecewa aku. tang nampak gelap jak. heh. any way kejap jak dr london ke france, sejam sengah jak.

sampe2 aku terpana gik! aii mak, anak mak dah sampe france aihh!! di hati kecil ku "this is where i belong" larikkkk. toklah first aku keluar UK, first time sampe "europe". kenak ku madah gia, sbb ada kedak urg sik recognised UK ya europe, UK ya lain katanya, n even urg UK pun madah cdak bukan europe juak. mdah cdak tek Britain jak. ndak la ku tauk. benua indon jak kau. malas ku nak mikir. yang penting aku sampe france ok!

mena lah urg madah, cdak france tok nang sik mok kakar omputeh, nang maok kakar french jak. aku tek nak masok taxi.

abang teksi perancis: bonjour monsieur, est-ce que je peux prendre votre sac ? (hello sir, may i take your bag?)

oon: lancome? louise vuitton?

abang teksi perancis: pardon, qu'avez-vous dit ? (pardon, what did you say?)

oon: ooo chanel, dior, moulin rouge.

abang teksi perancis: ce qui ? (what?)

oon: duehhh ko tok, aku tauk lah muka ku ada iras2 zidane, tp aku tetap miak kampong no 3 ok! ne lah ku paham tutor ko tok oo, mbak kakar omputeh ko sik pande, kakar melaya gik la, kelak seteng mok ko!

abang teksi perancis: aiiii ak pan berkelak seteng kohh. jang ko sik tah, semu or di sit pan berkelak setengggg kohh!!!

oon: aiihh heb!!!

nasibla mak hayam sofia terer speaking french, selamat juak mek urg. cdak french tok nang sik maok lalu kakar omputeh, cdak nya rasa sepatut kita yg kakar french, yalah ku heran kohh. tp bagus juakla nya mendaulat bhsa  nya gia. tp ku perasan sigek cdak brit tok sik berapa suka gilak ngan french, n sidak french sik berapa suka gilak ngan brit. sorang nganok sorang jak. ehh mana2 lah.

sungguh pun aku sik jaoh juak jalan n kejap juak d france tok, aku dpt nagga ng benar lah benda2 nak vogue2 segala berasal dr france, urg nya, mostly vogue der vass, pande berpesen, sik kedak cdak brit, snobby sikit. maybe urg mostly madah dak french tok arrogant, maybe benar juak, sbb dr semu muka daknya nampak lawa, aku merati mostly idong cdak tinggi, muka tajam, sharp feature. aku rasa aku dpt distinguish muka cdak french dr brit. n sigek gik mata daknya ala2 kuyu seksi gtu, byk ku merati gia. n daknya jarang yg berisik, mostly slim n slender.

anyway tok la gamba2 d france. actullly nak, aku sik ngambik pun gamba2 tok, ambik dr tenet sajorkk. camera lupak indah, kejiii, sikpalahh. camtok lah rupa gaya france dengg.

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tapi nak, ney eiffel tower?? Arc de Triomphe?? LV Champs-Élysées?? mmmm sebenarnya nak, aku bukan meeting kat PARIS pun, huhuhu. last minute bok ku tauk, meeting ku tek kat Lille. bandar no 4 kat france tok huhu. sabot sekalss. dah 2 kali dah jodoh ku sik sampe ngan PARIS. tp sikpa, some day, one day, another day, bak kata kak Gwyneth:

PARIS, First Class, International.

Wassalam

Oon Vuitton (larikkkkk)

 

Sunday 11 January 2009

coaca

Assalamualaikum,

Kuching banjirina antap. aihhhh sik ku suka. bukan apa, aku mok main banjir juak aihh. dah beberapa kali kuching banjer mesti aku sikda, pegi travelling lah, pegi btu lah, eh sakk ati ku, ku mok nagga aihh. tp yalah sentap jak aku nagga gamba2 kuching banjer tok, sik pernah2. tp umah mek urg sik nait aiklah, banjir lite2 jer. tok gamba2 banjir rah kpg mek urg. foto di copet paksarela dr pak dukun.

kak_mina

rumah kak mina. ooo tedahhh, dolok kan main happening gik taman depan ya. taman rasyidah utama occay.

makcik

yerdehh. makcik tok eksen ngepong anaknya, tp sebenarnya nya feeling2 julia rais dlm mira edora. kelass makcik taww.

rumah_pink

tedah rumah tok, nuggu masa gik, tp sikpa kak, rumah ktk ttp paling extravaganza! kek lapis pandan strawbery ok! i like!

mmm pelik2 juak coaca  nektok oo. yalah sama juak keadaan sitok. mun kitak urg gago banjer, mek urg sitok gago kesejokkan koh. cayaklah kata aku, jaoh sengsara ku sitok, sik cayak, tnyk farah. sidak sitok madah, masa tok adalah masa paling sejok, sik pernah UK sesejok tok. sampe mencecah -12 celcius uolss. yahhhh just majine, peti ais gik 4 celc, freezer 0 celc. tok -12!!! leh sik! even sidak omputeh pun gik ngerepak dek dek mek duak farah yg sememangnya suka ngerepak! demam, selsema, batok adalah perkara biasa, aku ctok dah sik tauk gik nak beza aku demam kah sik, sakit tekak iboh padah, pagi2 nak bangun ya nang susah antap. rasa nak jadi beruang kutub jak aku berhibernasi, tp pa leh buat, byk kerja terpaksa juak ku turun lab. mun ktk org nagga aku berkayoh turun lab di pagi hari, kompom ktk org nangis aihh. betapa gigihnya oon membanting tulang ngumpol duit nak meli kasut prada eh salah mencari sesuap nasi. beraik2 mata idong segala.

bukan setakat di luar, dlm bilit pun rasa cam peti ais. mun ko sik make 2-3 lapis stokin, kompom kejong! ya ku madah, ktk nak sik pernah merasa winter mesti rasa cam best jak nak, cam rasa feeling snow white gtulah nak. yahhhh sik perlu ko feeling! sak ati ku tok aihhh! mun awal pagi nak mandik, harus ngerepak dolok, kakya melekat dirik kat heater, dah ngumpul tenaga baruk boleh bergerak. tok ku nak mintak ampun la, subuh selalu juak aku tertinggal, ng sikpat terus ku nak angkat aiiih, ng sik mampu, ngambik aik semayang ya satu bebanan, tajam2 jak rasa tgn, huhuhu, jaik rasa ku, tp yalah. ada sekali aku mandi, lupak on heater, ko nagga aku nerais begegar melompat lam shower. rasa nak putus jantong, terus ku mbak ngucap. aku dah rasa nak sampey ajal indah masaya huhuhu.

tp sitok jarang2 turun snow. sejok2 gtok, sik semesti nya snow, mun ada snow is better actually, sbb mun ada snow, ari sik sejok gilak, sbb snow ya menangkap haba kah gtu, ndakku tauk juak. sidak madah fenomena tahun tok pelik sikit sbb even though winter, tp angin nya kuat, angin tok d bawak dr kutub utara uols, north pole ok! keji abg santa ho ho ho. sbb yalah. selalu sidak madah sik camtok, sejok mmglah sejok, tp tok antaprina sejok. salu cik anah nyk, aku akan madah sik sejok, besa2 jak, malas bah nyuroh urg tua bingong. tp kenyataannya, ng sejok mak.

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yahhh rupa tang best nak, tp...

coaca sejok gtok bukan jak menganggu fizikal aku, bahkan emosi juak, mm pelik aihhh, aku rasa cam emosi sik stabil jak, sedih, ngansa, resah, gelisah, cepat nak manas. matilah simptom2 menopos. haha. nen dak, nyengok luarr penjan nangga ari mendong, langit kelabu, awan yg terpilu gtu.  maybe tokla  cdak madah winter blues nak hoh.  huhu.

yalah, mun ktk org rasa nak ngerepak pasal banjir kah apa, ingat jak aku sitok, sik tertanggong oon koh, aku nak balit waaaa!!

Wassalam.

update: mak ku tepon madah umah mek urg dah kenak nait aik juak aihhh, dah nak masok bilit aku dah!! chemm ni tukk... harus aku bertukar menjadi mermaid!

Thursday 8 January 2009

ajal

Assalamualaikum,

ada sorang colleague aku di upm btu ya. Abang Ahmad namanya. asal urg saratok. gik biak juak, early 30's. gik single. tp mek urg ngelar nya pak ngah, sbb nya tok ada ilmu kaunseling. besanya cdak kauselor2 tok akan dipanggil pak ngah la rasa ku. mmm. sik tauk kenak. maybe jd urg tengah kot. anyway pak ngah tok bait, tulus, ikhlas orgnya. nya adalah jenis urg yg mun ko nagga, ko xda rasa benci or sik suka. jenis urg yg 'sejok' d tangga. semua warga upm btu senang ngannya. sik byk mulut, d sayang student n d senangi staff. xda lah molah masalah.

aku masih ingat gik first jumpa ngannya masa melapor dirik, mula2 ku ingat urg melaya duhal urg swak. nya first urg swak yg kelaka ngan aku. very welcoming. gik ingat ku cermin mata black frame nya n rambut ala2 afro sik afro. sigek best nya tok, dgn urg melaya pun nya kelaka swak, sik lalek nya.

January 1, 2009. aku dikejutkan ngan sigek berita. kwn ku msg:

"salam, pak ngah meninggal, accident kat jalan sri aman"

aihhh, aku rasa bulak, tetiba aku rasa sentap. campor2 jak rasa ku, sedih, terkejut n insaf. jaik gilak rasa hati ku. tetiba muka2 nya terus terpancar. rambutnya, spek nya, moto nya, opis nya, gaya nya tetak. tiba2 aku teringat. aku actually sik juak rapat ngan pak ngah, tp dah sama opis kira nang bertegur sapa, beramah mesra. lebih2 lagik, pak ngah tok nang jenis ramah. tp yalah, dah nama ajal. sik ngira ko biak, tua, bujang. mun dah sampei, sampei juak.

Al-fatihah buat Abang Ahmad Abai aka Pak Ngah. Semoga roh nya di cucuri rahmat. AMIN.

yalah, kehilangan pak ngah molah aku byk berfikir. lebih2 gik sorang2 sitok. aku byk mikir pasal maut lamak tok. ajal nang nuggu jak belakang kita. kita sik tauk. maybe tgh aku molah ekperimen kah, tgh nuggang beskal kah, tgh posing kat big ben kah, tgh naip blog kah. kita sik tauk. aku just harap, mun ajal ku sampe, aku benar2 dah sedia.

coba kitak urg imajine.

cemni mun aku madah ajal aku sebenarnya dah sampei.

cemni mun aku madah, masa kitak urg maca tok aku sebenarnya mmg dah 'sikda' agik.

cemni mun aku madah, sebenarnya aku mmg sik sampe pun ke UK tok.

cemni mun aku madah, flight aku ke UK on March, 12 2008 sebenarnya terhempas. ajal aku sampei masa ya.

so, sapalah molah segala post-post dalam blog aku tok??

MOMBOK!

Wassalam.

Sunday 4 January 2009

Malaysian @ Berkshire

Assalamualaikum,

hye nong2, deng2, jang2. nuthing much nak cerita kali tok. mmm boring oo. esok kerja, esok ku gi lab. ehh sak ati ku ari senin. mm neway next week aku ke paris. sikda langsong ku rasa excited koh. sik ku pian eiffel tower segala ya. huhuhu. barang k presentation lom papa. result lom lengkap. nebes eh. cuak ku present depan sidak saintis2 professor2 vogue der vass klk. huhu. masa kedak tok la aku majine nak jadi salesman perfium kat parkson. sik lelah ku mikir benda ntah papa tok. chemmm ni tukkkk.

eh malas nak mikir lok. neway kali tok ku nak bersusey, ari sabtu ya tek. for the first time ever. Malaysian Berkshire Gathering. yahhh. nuggu oon datang juak baruk nak molah nak hehehe. masatok la berkumpol semua malaysian di Berkshire. before that kitak urg jgn konpius. aku tok sbenarnya d Reading kah Berkshire? camtok, Reading adalah salah satu tmpt dalam Berkshire ya. selain dr ya ada Bracknell, Slough, West Berkshire, Windsor & Maidenhead ngan Wokingham. kira Berkshire ya kuching la, ada Petra Jaya, Padungan, Pending segala. gitulahh.

so ari ya tek, sidak kat uni kmk org tok nak molah gathering gtula. nak ngumpul semua malaysian. mek urg plan molah potluck. embak2 jak apa2 k makan. so aku tek molah lah the ever-famous legendary Pelamin Anganku Musnah. hehehe. sikda lain nak polah nak. hehe. neway it was fun. baruk tok lah nemu malaysian ramei2. sikla ramei nei. mostly urg2 yg dah di kenal. so ktk org tangga jak gamba2 tok k.

Wassalam.

Berkshire's most elig bachelor. larikkkkk.

Ladies of Berkshire

rasa kedak raya lah pulak

yerrrr sapa pandei gilak molah kuih kaler pink ya. sesuai jadi menantu. hehe.

banyak tok jakla Malaysian kat Berkshire tok