Archive for April, 2008

25
Apr

Discovery #2

By bilanenekmembebel 0 Comments
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i don’t know how the story come up, but suddenly i found myself to be interrogated about somethig that i really don’t want to think about.

friend: so did u go to [an event in utp] with [an infamous friend]

me: yeah, but its not like we go together…

friend: did u sit beside him during the event?

me: (terdiam)

me: oh my god. u heard about the rumours…

friend: yes… no, relax! i’m not judging u.

me: (begin to incongruently explaining the unexplainable)

friend: (cut me at the mid sentence) miza…miza… it’s ok… it’s ok… i’m not judging u.

friend: i trust u, ok?

me: (tetiba rasa nk nangis)

trust… such a small word, such a big impact…

thank you friend, for trusting me… =)

22
Apr

Scary Story

By bilanenekmembebel 0 Comments
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what would you do when you know something is medically wrong with you but when the doctor checked u, nothing is out of normal?

i woke up this morning with this blinding headache. it starts at the back of my eyes to the crown of my head. at first i suspected migraine but impossible la plk kan because i have no trouble looking at the lights. then i have nausea.

i go to find the utp doctor at 7a.m. walked alone from block G to the utp clinic only to find that nothing is wrong with me (or at least the doctor find nothing is wrong with me). i don’t have the temperature and my BP is normal (120/70). he just gave me ponstan and said that when i popped the pill, everything will go back to normal. how easy. and he said that while i’m in agony with the bloody headache.

i go back to my room popped the pill (after i eat some bread) and try to resume my sleep when suddenly i feel nauseated. i promptly go the bathroom and throw up. i felt worse after that. say, a worse headache after popping ponstan? now is that normal to u?

i don’t know what’s wrong.

but hell, it’s a good story to scare your boyfriend with:
"awak, sy bangun pagi ni muntah2"
"APAAA?? tapi sy tak buat apa2!"

hahaha…

20
Apr

Boikot Procter and Gamble (PnG)

By bilanenekmembebel 2 Comments
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semua orang sibuk2 psl fitna dan nk boikot produk2 dr denmark. sampai dutch lady pun sibuk2 keluar kenyataan mengatakan mereka tak menyokong pendirian kerajaan denmark mengenai fitna. saya tau cerita fitna tu dh lapuk tapi apa yg sy nk katakan hari ni berbeza dr fitna. bukan nk kata sy tak kisah psl fitna tu, cumanya sy rasa ramai penulis blog pun menyatakan pandangan mereka ttg perkara ini dan pendirian saya pun lebih kurang sama seperti mereka. jadi, klu kamu dh baca blog org lain mengenai perkara ini, consider urself hv read about my opinion also.

apa yang mahu sy katakan sekarang adalah mengenai produk-produk dari satu kompeni besar ni. yang perempuan (mungkin juga lelaki) tentu familiar dgn syarikat ini. Procter&Gamble. atau PnG. pernah dengar? kalau tak pernah, tentu anda tahu mengenai head and shoulders, pantene, olay, max factor, anna sui? itu semua produk dari syarikat ini.

sebenarnya saya baru dapat tau produk mencerahkan kulit yang selalu saya gunakan sejak tahun kedua di universiti menjalankan ujian kejam ke atas haiwan (animal testing) atas alasan ujian keselamatan produk (product safety testing) mereka. bahan kimia yg digunakan di dalam produk mereka akan disapu pada kulit haiwan secara terus, force-fed them with chemicals, atau menitiskan bahan kimia tersebut ke dalam mata haiwan. kejam.

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saya sedih. sudahlah saya ni pecinta haiwan. dan lebih sedih bila mendapat tahu selama ini saya menyokong ujian kejam mereka ini hanya utk membeli produk kecantikan yg saya gunakan kononnya utk menambahkan kecantikan saya utk menarik perhatian org yg tak berkepentingan lansugn pada saya. what a waste.

byk produk procter and gamble yg sy guna. olay misalnya. kerana hanya inilah krim kecantikan yg sesuai dgn kulit saya. (nmpknya animal testing itu berguna juga kan? heh. manusia mmg selfish). nampaknya selepas ini saya harus bertukar kepada produk lain. syurah misalnya. atau safi. atau zaitun. ah, kenapa kamu buat muka begitu? kamu rasa produk tempatan tak setaraf produk luar negara? kamu tak patriotik. dan berfikiran sempit. apa-apa sajalah. yang penting, sy tak mau lagi menyokong syarikat yg menyeksa pihak lain hanya untuk kepentingan mereka.

saya rasa bersalah. rasa-rasa mungkin rasa bersalah ini akan menghalang saya dari tidur nyenyak setiap malam. kalau kamu pergi ke laman web tersebut, kamu juga akan rasa kasihan pada haiwan-haiwan yang digunakan dalam ujian tersebut. kejam.

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bagi yang mengenali saya, tentu kamu tahu saya bukan penyebar spam yang membuta tuli menyuruh kawan2 memboikot sesuatu. saya telah melakukan research saya sendiri. this message is genuine. dan usaha saya untuk melakukan entry bahasa melayu membuktikannya. kerana saya mau mesej ini difahami semua org dari semua lapisan masyarakat. please boycott products from PnG. tolonglah boikot produk PnG. hanya ini sedikit sumbangan kita dari terus menyokong kezaliman ke atas haiwan tersebut.

Purchases of these P&G products provide the funding for their animal testing, and encourage P&G to carry on regardless. But by boycotting these products, you will hit P&G where it hurts – in the pocket. This is our best chance of persuading P&G to stop testing on animals.

17
Apr

Laundry Day

By bilanenekmembebel 0 Comments
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i have been using the same laundry detergent for as long as i can remember. i am a loyal customer. my loyalty extend to the point that i’m actually will stick to one brand if i’m happy with it. so far, i like the detergent and the softener because it makes my laundry smells so heavenly after every wash. but one day, i decide to try another brand after i went to the bathroom and smells the fragrance from the detergent used by a junior for her laundry. i asked what brand of the detergent and she told me. so i decide to try that one out.

so, cut the story short, i go to the minimarket and buy the particular brand and did my laundry. when i opened the washing machine lid, a burst of great fragrance greeted me and i was instantly ecstatic. i love it when my laundry smells great. it makes my day. haha. anyway, as per my habit, i usually will soak all the clothes in softener for a while before i hang them. but that day i decide to just straight hang them without soaking them first because i think the smells of the detergent is great enough without the help of the softener.

that evening when my laundry hv dried, i pick them up. to my disappointment, my clothes doesn’t smell like the detergent. it just smells… clean. not satisfied, i pick all the now-dry clothes to the bathroom and soak them in the softener. during the process, a junior came to the bathroom to do her business and saw me soaking a bundle of dry clothes into a pail of softener. she looked at me weirdly and started to comment something but think the better of it so she didn’t say anything. after mumbling some sort of greeting to me, she get out of the bathroom. but her eyes never left my laundry. her expression was like it’s a torture to see me with all those clothes. i was puzzled with her reactions but think none of it and just finished my soaking business.

i was still thinking about her reaction when i started doing my assignments and reports and term paper and fyp and… ok, u get the drift. i was busy but i kept thinking about her weird reaction.

suddenly i understood what she must be thinking and chuckled to myself. she must be thinking that i soaked my dirty clothes in the softener without washing them first. no wonder she looked so tortured when she saw my laundry.

what must have been through her mind:
“u poor laundry. u didn’t get proper cleaning from this horrible lady, didn’t you? oh my god, its killing me to see you be treated like this” *cringe*

hahaha… cute. fool. but cute. anyway, i know the proper technique to do my laundry, u young chick. sebbaik u cute, klu tak akak rasa terhina gk tau. hahaha…

14
Apr

Discovery #1

By bilanenekmembebel 2 Comments
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me: eh, chemist dgn chemical engineer tak sama rupanye ye?

friend: ngok. mana sama. belajar pon bende lain2.
me: eh, iye? aku igt asal ade ‘chem’ tu kira dh similar la.
friend: ngok. similar? yes. same? no. lari jauh dh tu. nape?
me: no wonder i failed dismally during the interview. tahape2 aku cock up stories to the interviewer.
friend: ko mmg giler.
me: tapi taper. the interviewer likes me. he said he’ll forward my resume to the HR ppl to consider me in chemical engineer position.
friend: really? good news la camtu. he still wants u even tho he knows ko tipu dia during interview. hahaha
me: oi jht ok. aku tak tipu dia. i just flirt with him je.
friend: sama la tu. cis. venom woman. i hate you.
me: hahahahhahaha. thanx. i know there’s a compliment somewhere in that statement.

13
Apr

Just Stop That Oredy

By bilanenekmembebel 2 Comments
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there’s something that kids nowadays do that get on my nerves. first, when they are talking during lectures and second when they miss call me.

i dont know why but i hate miss calls. i hate it as much as i hate spam and spammers. dont get me wrong. theres nothing wrong with making miss call. maybe u just want to test if i’m within coverage. thinking about the condition here in utp, i can almost forgive anyone who miss call me. what i cant tolerate is that when ppl miss call me in the hope that i’ll call them back just to save a few cents if they texting me. believe me, this is how i deal with miss calls: i ignore them. if u have something important, message me. if it’s really true that u hv limited credit but u really need to tell me something, then text me that u hv something important but u hv no credit, so cn i please call u back later. because i’ll call u back. its better than the ever annoying miss calls.

and there’s another thing. i actually prefer to call than messaging. so if i hv enough credit, i’ll call u even if i want to say something simple. i will not miss call u. so if u see my number calling u, don’t assume that i’m just misscalling u and let it ring on and on and on and annoyed the freaking hell out of anybody who happen to be near you. because do not miss call. i CALL. so.just.answer.the.fucking.phone.

and stop all the bickering while in class oredy. u hv all the time in the world to gossip and chat about the mundane things that happen in ur life with ur equally-bimbo friends OUTSIDE class, okay?

haish. ssh betul jadi org tua dikalangan budak2 ni…

09
Apr

Keluarga 69

By bilanenekmembebel 1 Comment
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remember this film by the legendary Allahyarham P. Ramlee? where the family become chaos becoz they married within families.

actually i don’t know how to begin this becoz i’m still in shock.

erm…two days ago my mom called (no, i called her. the long-due promise to call. ahaha…sorry mom, ur daughter was kinda busy these days) and tell me this: ada org nk dtg meminang sy.

yes, folk. shocking? the more shocking part is that org yg nk masuk meminang tu bkn my bf. and the most shocking part, hear this: i am related to him by marriage.

ok, so we are not blood related. but the marriage alliance is too close oredy. his mom is mentua paksu aku.

can u imagine how complicated things will turn out klu tetiba aku giler and terima pinangan dia? my paksu’s mak mentua is also my mentua, so that makes me biras with my paksu. and in the same time i’m also adik ipar to my maksu because i’ll marry her brother. and before marriage, i can be considered to be his anak sedara la. but then klu lps kawen and dpt anak, his son/daughter can also be his cucu sedara? wtf?? and relationship antara my son/daughter with my paksu’s son/daughter should be dua pupu kan, but because i marry their bapak sedara, so that makes them…i don’t know… anak sedara to my son/daughters? aish…pening2.

sapa2 rajin wat diagram leh tolong buat and clarify the matter. (haha…macamla ade yg rajin pon).

my bf freaked out to hear the news. mebi he knows me too well, he knows that i’m crazy enough to accept pinangan ni just for the heck of it (hey, the guy is financially stable, ade keter, ade rumah dh. KA-CHING!!). hahaha… but rest assured. I know i’m crazy, but not to the extend i’ll trade my bf, whom i love to someone i don’t know and don’t love.

and the thing is, i can never leave my bf. he’s sacrifice too much for me already. and i know there won’t be another guy who’d do everything and anything for my happiness. because my principle, better to choose someone who love me than someone whom i love.

aish… kontroversi kontroversi… mesti ramai slh phm nnt ni. no no no. i love my bf. we love each other, ok? the statement above just to say that i won’t trade him for anyone. kapish??

p/s: my decision for the pinangan — tolak pinangan tu. and tunggu bf aku masuk meminang plk. "relaku menunggumu, seribu tahun lama lagi…" ahahaha…

06
Apr

FESCO 08

By bilanenekmembebel 0 Comments
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wah, apekah yg menyebabkan nenek nk blog psl FESCO and not EUPHO walopon nenek pegi dua2 event tersebut? tader sbb. lgpun nenek dh delete blog psl EUPHO tu. hahaha. sorilah. nenek sure takde sape yg sempat baca blog psl EUPHO tu pun. tp wadehel la kan. blog nenek. sukati nenek la nak decide which entry to be up and which to be delete.

FESCO is actually the shortform of Festival of Colors. ada cultural dance performance from 14 universities all over Malaysia. mmg grand. ttp mlg nenek tak amek gbr byk sgt. i’m not really a camwhore. haha. but i was satisfied. nenek duduk di lane performers malam tu so u know how havoc they are. very responsive group. tepuk, sorak, sokong, nyanyi… siap jd impromptu backup singer lagi derg. wah! haha…

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sgt enjoy semasa berada di sini. and i actually rasa sangat jeles tgk performers. it is one of my dreams nk jadi penari kebudayaan sebenarnya (along several other gile dreams of mine. haha) but i understand, if theres something that i cant do (mebi ade halangan dr segi masa, kewangan or logistic) i believe ada hikmah disebaliknye. positive thinking ppl! positive thinking!

aish. bila baca balik, i did the festival no justice. it was such a beautiful event tp tak reti la plk nk describe kt sini. what i can say is, i enjoyed myself. and rasa sgt puas hati because join very event in UTP before grad. and hear this, rector pun nari atas pentas tau! erm…bukanla he’s one of the performer or something. dh MC tu pggl dia naik atas pentas nari dgn derg. rector plk cool and sporting, so beliau pun join all the dancers and dance to the song. (ape tajuk lagu tu ye? Joget Malaysia by P.Ramlee i think)

ah…what a beautiful event… mmg kenangan manis di UTP. thank God. ade juge bende bagus utk dikenang sepanjang 5 thn kt sini! hahaha…

tp lps tu supper dgn mmbr, balik bilik dh dekat kul 2. atok was worried sick sampai tak tdo mlm. i was tired like hell so tak sempat nk call dia b4 tdo. so dia tertunggu2 my call (he didn’t call sbb tanak kaco nenek berpoya2 dgn kawan2). dh la tak tdo mlm, tak stadi plk (dia ada test the next day). so make me feel guilty bila dia call besoknye and asked what was the time nenek sampai bilik. fortunately he’s the kind of guy yg ssh nk gelabah. “ssh jage bini ni,” he said. hahaha. aih bi, ssh ke? i thought sy isteri solehah ape? hahaha…

01
Apr

Count Your Blessings

By bilanenekmembebel 5 Comments
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this post is triggered by a conversation i had with a friend a while ago. he told me about the hardship in his life and i sat there, transfixed to hear his colorful and adventurous life. compared to his, my life is very sheltered, very… ordinary. and i felt bad i didn’t and couldn’t say something to make him feel better as he’s bittered beyond hope. i want to say that this is not the end of the world, that life has much to offer. but he won’t listen. he asked me to elaborate. i know i cant elaborate on that, but i just know that life is full of hope. life gives you second chance. just don’t give up with life. life might treat you rough, but i believe there’s reason behind that. God wont test you with something you cant cope. HE test you harder than most ppl because you are stronger than any of us.

if u have food in the refrigerator, clothes on ur back, roof overhead and place to sleep, u are richer than 75% of the population of this world.

if u have money in the bank, in ur wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are the top 8% of the world.

if you woke up this morning with more health than illness, u r more blessed than the million who wont survive this week.

if u hv never experience the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment,  the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation, u r ahead of 500 million ppl in the world.

if u can pray in mosque without fear the harassments, arrest, torture and death, u r more blessed than 3billion ppl in the world.

if ur parents are still alive and still married, u r very rare.

so, why the frown? why lost hope? why u give up on life? no matter how big the problem seems, i think u r truly blessed, truly fortunate. don’t simply think there is only one way to be happy. IF only i can hv that, then i’ll be happy. IF only i can do that, then i’ll be happy. IF only they leave me alone, then i’ll be happy. those are big IFs. why do u hv to wait until those things to happen to be happy? why don’t u just be happy NOW?

yes, ppl will say nasty things, but do their opinion matter? do they important enough for u to care of their opinion anyway? did they pay for ur food? did their father did? no? then go to hell with them.

i know i hv to live ur life to understand what u going through, but from what little i know, u r truly blessed, truly fortunate. so be happy. i’m sorry i cant be the companion. but i’m sure there are so many ppl out there who care about u. so be happy. be grateful.

live. breath. enjoy. life only once. why waste on worrying those toxic ppl? they are not worth it…