Things I Hate - Honestly

Dear Qwerty,

Here is the list of a few things that I hate - as far as I can remember now:

I hate:

1. Hot-heads. Especially guys.
2. those people who dislike something about me but didn't tell me about it, and talk about it behind me instead.
3. last-minute stuffs.
4. it when my plan is ruined by factors that I don't expect.
5. those people who brags about things they barely know.
6. it when I do not know what to say.
7. I had to do things that I can't plan ahead. Like playing games during orientations.
8. it when I feel that someone is holding a grudge on me.
9. it when someone gets too excited over politics.
10. it when someone says too much bad things about other people - no matter who those people are.

and the ultimate hatred is...... - that time of the month when I can hate so many stuffs so randomly. Hating doesn't make you feel good!

Lets not get so much into hating. That's gonna be one of my goal for 2011. :)

Trust The Pilot

Dear Qwerty,

If we can't trust a pilot while we're on the plane, then who else that we can trust?

I was reading some Yahoo! News just now and I stumbled upon a story of a pilot who refused the full body scan at the airport. Here's the link to the news at ABCNews. To summarise, the pilot refused the scan because he thinks that such revealing scanning is taking away his liberty. Well, I have no comment on his liberty.

But I'm with the pilot.

The point here is - there's no point at all in scanning a pilot. He's in full control of the plane! If he wanted to crush the plane, it's his decision and he's perfectly capable of doing that. So what's the fuss about him? Let him bring grenades, M16, samurai swords or whatever he likes with him. It won't make any difference. He is the pilot and the lives of the whole passengers and crews are in his hand. If he wants to kill them, he needs no more than a second to do so. In the end, you just have to trust him. If he do not want to go through the scan, let him be. Leave all the pilots alone.

No matter what they do for security, US won't be a safe place for anybody until their government stop telling lies to their citizens, or at least, the citizens would wake up and stop believing in those lies.

I wonder why US citizens trust their government? Have not they any time to think?

Till then~

It Won't Stop Tinkling!

Dear Qwerty,

It has been a busy day.

After all, I still managed to steal some of my own precious time to look at something that has absolutely nothing to do with my assignments: Tonci Huljic. Do you who he is?

Tonci Huljic is the composer for some (or should I say most?) of Maksim Mrvica's piano compositions. Omg, I think I love him. Among his most famous compositions for Maksim are Croation Rhapsody (which has officially became my ringtone for the moment), Nostradamus, and Victory. Dear me! I can't stop listening to Croation Rhapsody! It's fast paced and very energetic. When I listen to it I can't do anything else - I just sit down and listen till the very end without realising that the clock is ticking away. Even when I don't purposely roll the mp3 it keeps playing in my head. So should I say that my world revolves around the song? lol~

As for Victory, I'm sure you had listened to the song, at least, once; it was always on the tv. Only now (I hate myself for this) that I found out that it was actually written by Huljic. All this time I thought it was some classical piece from some old time back then. And I'm ashamed of myself ! =_=

Err..actually I didn't plan to write about Huljic when I log in just now, I planned to write about my busy day. But you're still going to read, aren't you? :)

Alright, it's 30 minutes past my bedtime. Nytes~

Music

Dear Qwerty,

I just want to write, so will you just read? :)

At this very moment, Ballade pour Adeline is tinkling away through my WMP. Do you know what it is? It is a piano composition, one of the most beautiful composition I have ever listened to. I don't know what's the theme of the song, well, I don't really want to know either. When I listen to piano compositions, I prefer to devise my own storyline. :)

It's a bit different from when I listen to songs; songs with lyrics of course. Some songs are flexible enough to be interpreted on our own, but most of them (especially the ones that emerges nowadays) are so straightforward that I don't see them as any form of art anymore. One of my favourite songs is Kiss From A Rose by Seal. I love songs by Seal in general. They are soulful, intelligent, meaningful, everything. But let us focus on Kiss From A Rose for the moment.

Have you ever listened to the song? If you haven't, be sure that you would. The song talks about a lonely grey tower, how a kiss from a rose can enlighten everything, and how strange love actually is. Well what's the best part? Seal didn't tell us what he was actually saying when he was singing the song, he let us play with it. We are free to interpret the true meaning of 'kiss from a rose', the 'tower' and there's a neverending mystery about the lyrics: gray or grave? He kept the answer to himself. I prefer to take it as grave, but sometimes, when I feel like it, I change to gray. :)

When I listen to Ballade pour Adeline up there, I sense hope and light. I sense happiness and courage. I sense sadness that was forced away. It's all about moving on with life, and appreciating whatever you have with you for the moment.

Right now, Maksim Mrvica is on my playlist. I might talk about him later. For now, I just want to go to bed and have these wonderful music as soundtracks for my dreams.

Have a good night, and I wish myself the sweetest dream.

Such an Awful Experience, and I Hate It.

Dear Qwerty,

I had just had such a frightful and annoying experience, and I've got to tell you about this.

Qwerty, I had just go back from a brain-squashing test which ended around 9.45. I came back to my hostel and took another bus up the hill to reach the building. Everything was fine, and I was chatting enthusiastically with a friend about an assignment and the just-ended test, until we reached the first stop. Suddenly, the bus driver stood up and yell at us. He was asking who else ring the bell after the first bell. He won't open the door and all of us were trapped inside the bus. He kept yelling furiously and point randomly at us, demanding that someone would confess. But who do you think would?? We were so scared. It was 10 P-M and we were all young girls. And there he was getting so furious, yelling and hitting the bell with his palm (or fist, I can't really see that). I was lucky that I was going to drop off at the second stop, and was not suspected for ringing the bell. But whoever did that would have been so frightened. He should not do that to us.

At last he opened the door and let them out. I was still in the bus with my friend, waiting for the second bus-stop. All along he was barking and yelling and we were so scared. He even challenged that whoever who do not like his attitude can come and see him right then. He also said that if we don't like it, we shouldn't take the bus. We were so relieved when he finally opened the door.

Right now I'm in my room, safely writing to you. But still I am wondering why he would be so furious? Why did he did such a frightful thing to us? We didn't mean to make him angry, perhaps they were just being cautious, if he didn't notice the first bell. Maybe it was them who missed the first bell. But to yell and to lock us inside the bus are just wrong! I don't like it when people are angry. And this guy was furious about who-knows-what. I have to admit it - I was so scared. I was so scared and I was angry. I was scared that he'll do unwanted things to us at that moment, and I was angry because he didn't care for us, who are in his responsibility to be taken care of as long as we are in the vehicle. Why did he do that to us? I hate it, I hate him, I am so angry now, I feel like crying. But I won't, I won't waste my tears on him.

I'm not gonna take the bus again.

Till then, my silent reader.

My Favourite Colour

Dear Qwerty,

Do you know that I love whites? :)

I love everything in white, I just can't explain why. Most of my clothes are white, and most of my stuffs are white too. My phone is white, my favourite mug is in white, my favourite 'anything' is in white.

In my culture, white signifies sadness. White is worn during funeral and mourning. Even the ghosts are relevant to whites. But as so many other cultures do, we also perceive white as a symbol of purity.

I don't care how the community perceive things.

In my eyes, whites are the symbol of space, of brightness, of cheerfulness, of freedom, of anything that could make me smile. My eyes brighten up when I see some white devices. I always think that an artwork with the colour white as its base is the most attractive. Therefore, despite what people might think, I shall admire white the way I want to.

Qwerty, even your colour is white, do you realise that?
And that only makes me love you more. :)

Till then..

p/s: I have a new story to tell you, but that would stay just between us. :)
p/s/s: the beautiful picture of a white rose above is taken by Martin Nikolaj at Flickr.

Another Strange Stranger

Dear Qwerty,

Yesterday was a beautiful day.

It was Friday, and I need to work at the shop in the afternoon. While at the shop, a stranger came to look around. I thought he's a potential customer, so I let him take his time looking at whatever we have at the shop. He's a foreigner. Suddenly he asked about some of the cakes that we put on display at the front. My friend was busy so I had to go. I told him that it was butter cake. He said that butter cakes are very nice, but being an honest person, or perhaps overly-honest at that time, I told him that the cake wouldn't be as ice as he thought, as it was not homemade, it was packaged at the factory. He ended up not buying it (lol) and talked about something else.

At that time I knew that he's not coming to buy anything. He just wanted to have a chat with someone. He told me that he's from Iran, and stressed how I-R-A-N differs from I-R-A-Q. I find it to be quite amusing when he anxiously explained how frustrated he was when people would think Iran as Iraq. I told him that I know that they are two different countries and I can't stop myself from laughing at that time.

Later he told me that he wanted to improve his spoken English because although he can read and write well, he can barely listen to or speak in English. I think he wasn't so bad in any and I told him about it. After all, we were conversing in English and he was way better than many other foreigners I've met. We keep on talking for nearly an hour, and all the while I was wondering why he refused to sit down (lol again). He's a very interesting person. I think he's kind too. He's very polite and humble. My first impression of him was that he's a proud doctor or professor who came to inspect how we work things out at the shop, but all that thought diffused away as we chat.

I think he came to talk so that he can improve his English. It was almost 2.30 and I told him that my shift is almost over and I'll have to go. I let him know that if he wanted to talk to anyone later he should feel free to visit us as we all love to talk.

So that's one of the interesting that happened yesterday.

Type on you later, Qwerty!

*p/s: the beautiful picture of seashells up there was borrowed from D Sharon Pruitt's photostream at Flickr.

Into the Woods at Dawn

Dear Qwerty,

How are you feeling today?

Today I woke up at 5.47 am. Is that too early for you? I think it's too early for me, as I usually wake up at 6.30 am. The reason I got up so early (actually I set my alarm at 5.30, but.. =_=) is because last night I've promised to go for a morning walk with a friend. She suggested that we start around 6.10 am. I agreed and we made a contract where whoever who failed to show up will have to treat the other with icecream :) .

Don't worry, we both show up at 6.15. At that time the sun was still sleeping. Up in the sky we can still see many stars shining brightly. My lovely friend showed me a set of three stars that she called Ya's Stars. 'Ya' is her name. I asked her why she call the stars by her name, and she told me that since she was in elementary school, whenever she look at the nightsky she would notice those stars. She don't know what the scientists called them, so she gave them her name. Isn't that cute? T_T While walking we looked at many stars, and saw red. orange, blue, yellow and white stars. It was so lucky that we did not trip because we keep looking and pointing at the sky while we walk!

We went into the campus and head for the lake. It was still dark. The air was so cool and fresh. I love the smell of the trees and grass in the morning. Slowly the sun was peeking from behind the clouds. I noticed that today the clouds were blue, violet, pink, and magenta in colour. I do not see such colours of cloud so often; usually it was magenta and red. Perhaps I was a bit early today, and so I managed to see those beautiful clouds against silver sky. Qwerty, if only you can see that..

When we reached the lake, we were a bit scared because it was quite dark and I know that there are large monitor lizards lurking among the water reeds. But we pushed the thought off our mind. I even make up a fairy tale in my mind. That's because the lake is so beautiful (except for those little dinosaurs). It was surrounded by many magnificent trees. I don't remember the name of those trees but trees are always pleasant to look at. Especially those with translucent leaves and those with yellow flowers. But I also love trees that have needle-like leaves and the huge trees with wide-spreading boughs, and all other trees too? Oh no I can't make up my mind!

So, why are the blog title up there is about the woods? Easy, that's simply what I imagined while walking around the lake. :)

We walked back at around 7.10 and reached our room at around 7.20. It was such a wonderful experience. Next time I hope we can walk at the park with rows of enormous trees. Those trees are like armies of giants, but still, they look so beautiful in my eyes. I love walking with her. She's my travel partner. We both like to explore places and we always plan our journey together. She is very pretty and has a personality that makes people around her feel so comfortable. I'm so glad that I have a friend like her. :) Now, I'm back in my room sipping green tea after having a wholesome breakfast of oatmeal and honey. Life!

BumbleDee Cafe at Bukit Gambir

Dear Qwerty,

Would you like some free cupcakes? :)

Yesterday I had a wonderful dinner at BumbleDee Cafe. It offers a wide variety of western food and beverages. I had Spaghetti with Roasted Chicken, a delightful serving of Ice-blended Chocolate with Whipped Cream, and a cute little vanilla cupcake. All for RM10.40 - the cupcake is for free!

Here's what I love about the cafe:

The food is very good. The spaghetti was perfectly cooked till al-dente and they don't stick to each other; I was quite surprised as I thought that the spaghetti would be of the usual quality around here - which is not up to standard at all, I apologize. The tomato sauce was lovely too - it needs no extra seasoning nor it needs less of any. How do I put it? Hmm..I could say that the spaghetti was decent, it is not extraordinary but it still manage to impress you. The roasted chicken? Well, that's the one you don't find anywhere else. It's purrrrfectt! The meat was tender and succulent and it is as flavourful as I always imagine a roasted chicken to be - not the ones that I had which is friendly to the cam but never to the tongue!

If ever you decided to have some dinner over there, do try their ice-blends. I had chocolate while my pretty friend had vanilla. Both is equally delightful. The vanilla has just the right amount of sweetness and as creamy as an ice-cream. Mine is chocolate and I had found out that they are very generous of their chocolate stash as the drink was nothing but breathtakingly chocolatey and there are even some crunchy chunks of chocolate bites in it! Next time, I'm gonna go for latte for a change. :)

They give you free cupcake for every meal. The cupcakes are nice too - but the pretty buttercream frosting was not as smooth as I expected. But still, it's something that you would enjoy.

So, do try some of their food when you can. I'm determined to be a returning customer. :)

Menunggumu - Peterpan (English Translation)

in love

there is a language

that softly flows

fulfilling your soul.

i miss our story

the one that will never hurts.

while my heart is still yours

i have a question for you

'how long must

i remain waiting for you?'

i'm waiting for you

in the lovely times

i had with you

the ones that will never be

forgotten

the look in her eyes

crushes my soul

with all the love in my heart

i'm asking

while my heart is still yours

i have a question for you

'how long must

i remain waiting for you?

i'm waiting for you

in the silence i'm waiting

in the silence i'm waiting

i

in the weariness i'm waiting

in my heart i'm waiting

i

am still waiting

while my heart is still yours

i have a..

how long..

'how long must

i remain waiting for you?

i'm waiting for you

i am waiting

i'm waiting for you

in the silence i'm waiting

in the weariness i'm waiting

in the silence i'm waiting

in the weariness i'm waiting

in the silence i am waiting.

Original lyrics:

di dalam sebuah cinta

terdapat bahasa

yang mengalur indah

mengisi jiwa

merindukan kisah kita berdua

yang tak pernah bisa akan terluka

bila rindu ini masih milikmu

kuhadirkan sebuah tanya untukmu

'harus berapa lama aku menunggumu?'

aku menunggumu

didalam masa indah

saat bersamamu

yang tak pernah bisa

akan terlupa

pandangan matanya

menghancurkan jiwa

dengan segenap cinta

aku bertanya

bila rindu ini masih milikmu

kuhadirkan sebuah tanya untukmu

'harus berapa lama aku menunggumu?'

aku menunggumu

dalam hati ku menunggu

dalam hati ku menunggu

aku

dalam lelah ku menunggu

dalm hati ku menunggu

aku

masih menunggu

bila rindu ini masih milikmu

kuhadirkan sebuah

harus berapa lama

'harus berapa lama aku menunggumu?'

aku menunggumu

aku menunggu

aku menunggumu

dalam hati ku menunggu

dalam lemah ku menunggu

dalam hati ku menunggu

dalam lemah kumenunggu

dalam hati ku menunggu

Ketulusan Hati (English Translation)

my love never lies

it knows no betrayal

it knows no grief

my love is pure beauty

pure happiness

forever

everything i am feeling now

is an entertainment to you

now listen, my love

to love you

is to let the time went unnoticed

is to know no value of money

is purely sincerity

to love you

i never know the meaning of doubt

i trust you, and only you

always

my love never lies

it knows no betrayal

it knows no grief

there will be no promises

only happiness

forever

everything that i am feeling now

is an entertainment to you

now listen, my love

to love you

is to let the time went unnoticed

is to know no value of money

is purely sincerity

to love you

is to never know the meaning of doubt

i trust you, and only you

always

Original lyrics:

cintaku tak berdusta

tak mengenal ingkar

tak kenal nestapa

cintaku hanya indah

hanya bahagia

untuk selamanya

apa yang kurasakan ini

persembahan untuk dirimu

kau dengarkan kasihku

mencintai mu

tak mengenal waktu

tak mengenal puitis

hanya tulisnya hati

mencintaimu

tak mengenal ragu

keyakinan hatiku hanya untuk dirimu

selalu

cintaku tak berdusta

tak mengenal ingkar

tak kenal nestapa

tak ada seribu janji

hanya bahagia untuk se;amanya

apa yang kurasakan ini

persembahan untuk dirimu

kau dengarkan kasihku

mencintai mu

tak mengenal waktu

tak mengenal puitis

hanya tulisnya hati

mencintaimu

tak mengenal ragu

keyakinan hatiku hanya untuk dirimu

selalu

apa yang kurasakan ini

persembahan untuk dirimu

kau dengarkan kasihku

mencintai mu

tak mengenal waktu

tak mengenal puitis

hanya tulisnya hati

mencintaimu

tak mengenal ragu

keyakinan hatiku hanya untuk dirimu

selalu

Dealova (English Translation)

I wish to be the sweetest dream

in your slumber

I wish to be something

that you would long for

Because my steps falter

without your presence

Oh

Because my heart is now weary

I wish to be something

you will always hold on to

I wish you would know that

I always have you in my thoughts

Without you the passing time feels so empty

suppressing my emotions

Oh

Glimpses of you played upon my eyes

You're like a song I sing in my heart

that arouses my longing for you

Like the air that I breathe, you are always present

Oh

It's only you

who is able to save me

Without your presence

I feel lost

and lonely

and lonely

You're like a song I sing in my heart

that arouses my longing for you

Like the air that I breathe, you are always present

You're like a song I sing in my heart

that arouses my longing for you

Always present

You are always present

Always present

You are always present.

Original lyrics:

Aku ingin menjadi mimpi indah

Dalam tidurmu

Aku ingin menjadi sesuatu

Yang mungkin bisa kau rindu

Kerana langkah merapuh

Tanpa dirimu

Oh

Kerana hati telah letih

Aku ingin menjadi sesuatu

Yang selalu bisa kau sentuh

Aku ingin kau tahu bahawa aku

Selalu memujamu

Tanpamu sepinya waktu

Merantai hati

Oh

Bayangmu seakan-akan

Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku yang

Memanggil rinduku padamu

Seperti udara yang kuhela kau selalu ada

Oh

Hanya dirimu

Yang bisa membuatku tenang

Tanpa dirimu

Aku merasa hilang

Dan sepi

Dan sepi

Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku yang

Memanggil rinduku padamu

Seperti udara yang kuhela kau selalu ada

Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku yang

Memanggil rinduku padamu

Seperti udara yang kuhela kau selalu ada

Selalu ada

Kau selalu ada

Selalu ada

Kau selalu ada

Khabar dari Angin (Puisi)

mesranya angin menyapa,

lembut sungguh kelopak mawar,

dan harumnya,

bagaikan puisi rindu menusuk ke kalbu.

panggilan bagaikan seruling buluh,

mendayu-dayu bernyanyi lagu angin,

siapalah aku untuk menyahut?

termangu-mangu si pungguk,

menunggu pulangnya puteri cahaya.

sambil langit berubah warna,

aku tertanya-tanya,

ke mana pergi puisi rindu,

kalau bukan ke kalbu?

bagaikan si pungguk sabar,

aku menanti angin membawa khabar,

bagaikan si pungguk dungu,

aku termangu-mangu menunggu.

Kerm's Craft Giveaway

Dear Qwerty, Nadder, and lucky souls,

Hurry hurry hurry!

Kerm's Craft is currently holding an insanely cute giveaway! The closing date is August 15, 2010. So don't you dare to wait even for a second, grab your opportunity to win handmade plushies, buttons, ribbons, and guess what, FABRICS! Make sure add the adjective 'cute' before every prize I mentioned above.

Plus there could be second prize too! You'll get custom made keychain of dazzling colours and heartbreakingly cute design that you can choose to match your very own personality.

So people, let's get crazy about this, and join here :

http://cikkerm.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-1st-giveaway.html

Why Are You Afraid?

Dear Qwerty and Nadder,

What makes us afraid?

Today, on the way back to my room from the cafe, I heard a cat mewing loudly from rooftop. I look up and saw that there was a cat on the roof at third floor balcony, but he was too afraid to climb back to safety. I knew that cats are actually very afraid of height, though they are gifted with incomparable agility that allows them to jump or hang from practically anywhere they want to. And the cat I was talking about, he was only needs to jump for o.7m to save himself. Any creature belonging to the family of feline domestica can easily accomplish that. But he didn't, he don't even dare to move his feet. He was afraid of the other possibility; that he would fail and fall 6 meter down. In fact he won't, if he can't make it he'll fall back to the balcony. He's just plain scared, and that's it. That's simply the reason.

I tried to lure him back, but he keep refusing and hissing. After about 15 minutes talking to a cat, I left him up there. It was quite a disappointment, really, for we both know that he can do it. But he didn't. I threw down some snacks for him though. I'll see if he's still there tomorrow morning.

Let's just pray that he'll be okay and gain some courage to do it.

Good luck, kitty. Your life depends on your courage.

USM Expo Convocation 2010

Dear Qwerty and Nadder,

Today is the last day for Expo Convo!

I went to look around to see if there's any sale going on. Yup! There is! But it wasn't as fun as I expected it to be. Some of the stuff which go downpriced are fabrics (RM50 for 3) and gifts (eg keychains, plushies etc). I think it's quite a good bargain, but the weather was against me.

How do I describe it? It was humid, hot, and the ground was soaking morning rain to the last bit of sand that I felt as if I was walking in the middle of a swamp. There wasn't any puddles though, but yeah, it's just me, I'm not a fan of hot and humid stuff, or a spongy ground.

I spent about 15 minutes looking around and talking to some hawkers, but in the end I took nothing but some apples and oranges. Some of the snack stalls had close down, though I initially planned to get some nuts or peas. The deep-fried snacks stall are still swinging, with the hawkers shouting "hooo hooo keropok lekor terengganu panas-panas hoo! dah nak balik hoo!" or "mai mai dik cucur cempedak tak mau rasa kaa!" and "manis ni dik akak tak tipu!". The MCs at the background join the clamor by breathlessly shouting out of their neck to attract the audience.

Overall it was not so bad if not for the malicious weather. The days before were fun enough with the smiling sun and the laughing breeze. I did have some soft ice-cream and cheese burger there. But I think last year Expo Convo was a bit more exciting, probably because I was still a curious freshie back then.

That's it for USM Expo Convocation.

Will write to you again soon! :)

A Sudden Journey

Dear Qwerty and Nadder,

Today is a funny day!

Why? That's because a lot of things happened they way they shouldn't. And again, I've met interesting people!

Referring back to the title above, I went to Tesco today. All by myself though, for my room mate have set her goal to be the next PM of Malaysia and therefore attending as many meetings as possible, and I just like to walk around by myself. The problem is, when walking around alone, we need extreme self esteem, which would seriously take appearance into account. Well, I screwed it up.

Let's see what I've worn to Tesco:

1. A baby pink t-shirt

2. A magenta cardigan (which matches well with the shirt, somehow)

now it's time for the horror:

3. A black track bottom (which doesn't fit well)

4. Blue flip-flops

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! It's a fashion tragedy, and I was all alone.

But back then I didn't really care. I was just looking for something convenient and comfortable to go, for I need to walk about 2 km, up and downhill. Anyhow, everything was OK, no fashion police around.

But the funny bit was; I was thinking of getting a new pair of sneakers. So I walk into the XES shop looking all confident and determined, picked up a a pair of nice sneakers, and ask the promoter to find my size. But then, when I was about to put my feet into the shoe, dang! The promoter noticed my nearly rotten dingy flip-flops lol! What a shame! Anyway I managed to keep the poker face and tried it on. It doesn't fit well though, and I left with a winning smile haha.

But all starts bad can somehow ends well; I managed to fulfill the to-buy list, and arrived home (room) safely and happily.

OK my dear (s), I'm gonna go to bed now. So goodnight and sweetdream. :)