Secret code

When I was in high school, my friends and I had a list of secret code that only 6 of us understand. and my gal buddies were Nancy drew wannabe or at least we would like to think that we are The Famous Five - Kulim version, we copied-cat every moves, tricks, codes as far as we can go.

Anything that can leave up to our imaginations.

So, when I stumbled the piece of cloth that probably dated back in 1980s, where I handwritten the name of the first group we had ever established, I was ecstatic.

The story behind it: Ralph Macchio was a hot dude during the one of the most quotable piece of the 80's movie history, none other than The Karate Kid - BANZAI!!!. therefore, whatever we did, they must evolved around Japanese words, calligraphic, character, etc. So, it is not suprising if our first ever group named after some martial art's school

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And then come the loveS of my clueless teenage life, New Kids On the Block. When most of my galbuddies had a folder of NKOTB's Step by Step bonus pack cassette tape, I contented enough with my pasar malam's tape which i purchased for RM2.50. Of course I was envy with my galbuddies for carrying around the folder to school but I have 20 cats to feed solely on my RM10 allowance ( mak subsidized the rice) and mail postage to my penpals ( we dont have internet yet!). But once in a blue moon well that once indeed came only once, my galbuddies and I went to Penang for a movie and button-shopping. Unlike my other galbuddies who can afford to buy 20 pieces in one go, I purchased mine 2,3 one at the time. Again, I have 20 felines. When I found my NKOTB's relics in one of the boxes that tugged away in the corner, I was contemplating either to throw them away or to keep them as one of my teenager's memoirs. NKOTB is definitely my teen transition phase from Ralph Macchio's craziness pre teen era.

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From series of tapes, buttons, t-shirts of NKOTB, I moved to rather expensive collective items; COMICS

The genre still the same, it's all about martial art. Instead of falling in love with a real human form (Jordan Knight, Mark Walhberg , bla bla bla), I was falling in love with Naga Merah.... Naga Merah..auwwwww

If there's a Chinese or Asiatic guy look exactly like Naga Merah. Tua ni ai ai pu yau.

Aaron Kwok is not too bad either

Well, I was/am a hardcore fan of tony Wong's martial comics. My galbuddies didnt share the same interest cause it's comic people and they are like the Tommy Page's long lost love.

Unfortunately, my comics cannot protect themselves from the rage of termites and my nephews. hundreds of ringgit were thrown away by mutha cause they are not in the readable-shape. The space of my comics now is replaced with mak's collection of Wanita, Jelita and such.

Mental ok majalah2 pompuan kat bawah katil aku

Having said all these, I think I will resume my comics collection. well, some of the contents are PG18, but thanks to censorship body in malaysia, what I seen two blurry figures in provocative action. It was erased but u pretty much know what's going on. So not ideal for young readers.

Prezzar

I have to say, it is more annoying when people ask me about " Are you working yet?" rather than " Do you have a kid yet?"


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I called mom weeks back just to check her out. On one of her usual questions:

Mak: AC dah dapat keja ka belum?
AC: Dak lagi la mak
Mak: *with a sad tone* hmm.. AC buat la kuih2 menjuai kat sana nu


Alahaiiiii..........


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few days ago, while we were cruising along the Rockliffe promenade, suddenly M said

*you know, if you continue the Phd program, you will be halfway through.*



Dilemma beb!


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For whatever reason, I am not giving up or lost hope. I know one day I will have the job. Amin!

ApeKeMEnde

I went to youtube to check on Croquembouche but ended up watching Tommy Page's songs

Does any of you youngsters know him??

To be honest, I am not the biggest fan of Tommy Page. As a matter of fact I am not his fan at all. And I loathed all his slow romantic love songs. but I like couple of his because NKOTB is the backup singers. BIAS kan!

As I havent heard his songs like more than 20 years, why not giving it a spin. To my horror, I still remember the lyrics. I told ya that I loathed his songs.

while humming "I'm Falling in Love" (bapak jiwang karat punya lagu), I read all the comments about him and of course most of the commentaries were " I love him", "I grew up with this song" bla bla. But one comment made me LMAO, quote as below:

HAHA......I cant believe u could think that he was indian HAHA....fart on ur face...he is an american but his voice is truely combination of britney spears too...if they both go on duet they would be cartoon.

How could anyone think of Tommy Page as an Indian??!!!!

Boy that must be tubes of Fair& Lovely.

Family

Sambung jugaklah.. at least if I forgotten some memories, I can always come and read in this blog :).

Drama follows me everywhere, especially when am in tanahair terchenta.

My verbal nemesis is none other than UKgal. Me and her kinda have this love-hate relationship. I love her but hate her guts. and our personality is completely the opposite.

and that doesnt help!

after years of merantau, things changed a lot and so did people. and family is not an exception. I feel bad for not be there or involved as much. the distance make it harder for all this to happen.

Yet, people expect me to understand their situations.

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Oui, J'ai les freres. but to actually have a brotherly figure in my entire life is like none. Probably the male-chauvinist-ism I had when I was small until later in my teenager years had somehow convinced me that males are born to be pathetic.

nevertheless, my relationship with mes freres. I dont know, it's ok but not the kind of cincang-ayaq-takkan-putus relationship.

So, when I came back and having bro#? opened up about stuff, made me ketakketahuan. I am honored actually but it kinda set the bar up high and I dont know whether I can maintained it.

Cause as mak put it, I am a very emotional psychopath whose mood always under the weather. Ok I made up the word psychopath.

But I still am very emotional. short-tempered. loose canon. Direct and bitchy when i reach to my boiling point.

But they know I dont hold grudge. after 2 or 6 years, I will come back home and happy to see everybody.

I guess it is takkan putus air dicincang

Mim Alif Lam Alif sin .... BIG TIME!

nak sambung ke tak nak ek cerita ceriti cuti2 Malaysia. Macam ada orang baca hahahahah

KLCC

On my 1st week in Malaysia while waiting for my wallet to arrive (some clumsiness that caused my eardrum almost to explode from the screaming of the other half), I decided to follow sis#1 to KLCC every morning.

As she claimed that breakfast is not her routine and I have nothing better to do, I had my generic Malaysian breakfast, Nasi Lemak Kosong, which cost me a freaking RM3.50 for half-boiled egg, kecik nak mati anchovies, burned peanuts, 2 thin slices of cucumber and sambal bawang in the left wing on the 3rd floor of KLCC which now I claimed as my new morning pad.

Haih...

The objective of me hanging out in da pad was to kill my boredom or waiting for the bank or the cyber cafe to be opened or waiting for peminatpinkygtakblehblah's sisters. I chewed the rice or whatever in my plate 400times while enjoying the hustle and bustle of the working people of what else if not the giant oil company of tanah air terchenta.

When I looked at,especially, the working females in and out the foodcourt, I was thinking to myself, "dude! dont you think you are missing sum'in'"

I found myself took a very very heavy sigh.

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After my jaw feels hurt (the 400x chewing - remember), I know it's time to go elsewhere. I finished all the sweetened drink left and I marched to concourse level.

I know I can at least entertain myself with the passersby there.

As I will sit there for quite sometimes, I figured that might as well I get comfortable. And by getting comfortable is by sitting bersila against the wall of the elevator and play Soduko.

I noticed there were 2-3 gentlemen in black, heavy with walkie talkie, which I dont think so KLCC is a terrorist ultimate target anyway, were looking so super freaking busy.

Not that I care caused my mind was thinking to get busy with the Soduko.

Not within 3 minutes in my most comfortable sitting position, one of the men in black approached me.

MIB: Adik, tak dibenarkan duduk bersila
AC: Apadia?!!

MIB gave me the look of i'llkickyourbutouttahere

MIB: Tak boleh duduk bersila disini

In order to avoid any scene, I just agreed to whatever thing he said and put my feet down instantaneously.

I am so waiting for any matsalleh to sit the way that I did so I can give the MIB a piece of me.

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As my sitting position was not approved by royal protocol MIB, I was wandering around KLCC for nicer and comfy spot to, now, read my Sidney Sheldon book which I recently purchased 25cent from Value Village. And voila! a nice comfy sofa chair, big and cushioned enough for my buttock to rest for the next couple of hours.

The thing is, it is located between the so-called two high end boutique.

Good thing I read English book. I know that I will definitely get my ass kick out by another MIBster if I flipping Harakah (all about the status people ~ haih!!!!tenfold sigh)

Nevertheless, by sitting in this area had opened myself into another kind of targets. Jeng je jeng! L&G, I welcome you not, Miss Unit trust.

Err..adik manis, tak semua orang yg duduk kat sinun, baca buku omputih, semestinya banyak duit.

If she ever know my *ehem* banking situation

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Who knows the escalator trips can be very colorful with people's cengkerama.

The unbelievable see-through tops the lasses were wearing.

The bags, the shoes, the clothes, the glasses, the TUDUNGs.

The talks of all walk abouts, family, cars, bfs, aweks, Jakarta, foods.

But the most eye sore was the malay girl tergedik2 with foreigner boyfriend.

The most loud, most skin and most clingy.

Looks like she wanted to climb her boyfriend or something.

Rileks la dik.

Berkm2 aku jalan, turun 250g je.

Sungguh tak patut