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Pokok-pokok di Jepun

2009-05-11T16:46:00.018+08:00

Kali ni pics pokok-pokok plak. Yang kat atas ni anak pokok Wisteria. Ala macam Wisteria Lane
tu la.

Yang ni anak benih pokok sakura.

Yang ni anak pokok oren Jepun.

Pokok bonsai pelbagai jenis. Banyak dari jenis coniferus macam pines.

Yang kiri sekali tu pokok ros, tengah peonies dan kanan tu cherry blossom a.k.a sakura.

yang putih tu jenis perennials tapi tak tau apa nama. yag kanan ni lavender jenis lain rasanya.

yang purple ni lavender yang lain-lain tu tak tau apa nama.

Yang ni macam jenis cosmos tapi tak sure. Then yang kanan pink kaler tu rasanya daisy.

Yang ni tulips.

Yang ni macam Rhododendrons.Tapi tak sure.

Yang atas ni tak tau langsung apa nama.

Yang ni lemon.

Yang ni oren Jepun.

Yang ni peonies Jepang.

Yang ni species Magnoliaceae. Rasanya Magnolia Alba.

Yang ni pokok zaitun.

Osaka - Yokoso!

2009-05-11T09:12:00.020+08:00

Jepang (dibaca: Jepun) dan sakura tak dapat dipisahkan. So berikut adalah jenis-jenis sakura yang terdapat disana. Sungguh menakjubkan.

Anak benih sakura.

Kat area rumah member Jepun. Orang sini semua beli barang keperluan harian kat convinient store macam Lawson ni. Very easy. Tapi mahal glar.

Ni pic kat Kyoto old town. Kedai-kedai kat sini semua lama. Ala-ala dalam filem Oshin/ Akantare. Belakang aku tu pokok sakura in full bloom. Nice kan.

Aku rasa yang ini Geisha betul. Pasal mekap dia nampak real dan kimono dia sangat elaborate. Pic geisha palsu ada dibawah.

Yang ni booth jual sakura jeruk. Aku tak beli sebab gheganya agak mahal.

Membelakangkan pokok sakura.

Rileks kat area taman mengadap bandaraya Osaka.

Ni kat atas bukit kat kuil lama di Kyoto. Aku baru je tilik nasib dan ikut kata tulisan pada kertas ni, aku bernasib malang. So cara nak buang soi ni aku kenalah gantung kertas ni pada birai belakang aku tu. Nanti bila angin bertiup, segala nasib malang ni akan terbang sekali kekdahnya. Macam weng je aku rasa orang Jepang ni.

Dengan Wan membelakangkan bandaraya Kyoto.

Aku dan Takaki di area Kinkakuji Temple, Kyoto.

Kat Osaka. Food joint ni memang best glar. Makan soba mee dan tempura yang takde tandingannya. Takaki belanja. Halal? ermmm insyaAllah takde babi.

McPork ni ada gak dijual di Bangkok.

Kat Kyoto dengan geisha palsu. Diaorag ni bukan Geisha betul. Tourist gak tapi sanggup bayar untuk rasa femes. So bila dah mekap barat segala, harus la ramai yang nak nyendeng amek gamba.

Kat Kyoto gak. Atas bukit dekat kuil lama. Mamat Jepang kat blakang tu nama di Takaki Sato. Nasib aku tak makan kaki dia. Aku tau dia bengang pasal aku tido dengkur tiap tiap malam. Apehal pun mamat ni memang baik (walaupun pada last day kat umah dia, tetiba plak dia teringin nak makan babi adusss). Tahan tekak la kitaorg. Belakang kitaorang tu pokok Magnolia Alba.

Membelakangkan Kinkakuji Temple. Kuil bersalut emas tak berkarat.

Membelakangkan Osaka-jo. Ala-ala istana Takeshi cuma takde la aktiviti-aktiviti giler can lompat sana sini kat sini. Istana ni istana buatan je. Yang asal dah takde.

Bebola sotong yang lazat. Kat Jusco ada jual tapi yang pasti, bebola kat sini lagi lazat!!

Mak aku cakap mana ada orang lelaki bergambo camni. Motif? Yang pasti bunga sakura memang tak tumbuh di Malaysia so rasanya tak salah aku pose camni dok?

Membelangkan parit yang mengelilingi Osaka-jo. Belakang tu bandaraya Osaka.

Ditaman.

Di taman lagi.

Di taman yang ala-ala Inggeris.

Ada jualan bunga segar la plak. Kelihatan Wan member aku, tengah beraksi.

Yup. Aku memang suka bunga. Belah kiri tu pokok Lavender dan yang kanan tu pokok tulip.

Jalan di Dotonbori area. Tengok jalan kat sini, takde lubang pun.

Ini je yang sempat upload. Lain kali aku upload lagi. Sorry photos ni tak ikut kronologi kejadian pun. Main bedal upload jek.

Fruits of our labour

2009-04-28T16:12:00.003+08:00

Guys my apology for the silence, ever since i got back from Osaka. Nanti i share mana-mana pics yang patut.

Meanwhile, my dad and i were thrilled by this bundle of joy. Tak sangka boleh berbuah huhu. Anggur ni ditanam di luar pagar umah aku di Cheras.

Going beyond expectation- MAS Golden Lounge

2009-03-25T22:38:00.006+08:00

I am writing this while waiting to depart at one of MAS Golden Lounge (International) PC terminals.

Yup, thanks to Wan (Wan was a Golden Lounge Officer- Butler-like position who caters for VIP and first class traveller who wait in this ever so pampered enclave while they are waiting to board-before and he knew a lot of people here. So it's a back door entry thingy with a twist)

I was lucky i guessed. Never could i imagine that i am gonna be able to wait in a pampered environment where people like Dr Zeti, Rain and all the glitteratis had rested their butts in here before.

The food was excellent and the service was beyond expectation indeed.

Tra la la la la encore.

2009-03-25T07:18:00.006+08:00

I was informed by Wan (my ex-school mate when i was at the Technical Institute of Penang and the person that i am gonna tag along with in Osaka) yesterday that his Japanese friend, Takaki-san told him that Sakura is about to bloom anytime soon this week.

Camni rupanya visa..

My first trip to the temperate climate country.tak tau cukup ke tak.

Insya Allah semuanya ada.

Phew.. can't wait. I praise Allah for His splendid creations and i'd say, subhanAllah.

Tra la la la la Yokoso!

2009-03-14T09:37:00.005+08:00

Engkaulah sekuntum bunga sakura
Mekarmu di tempat indah dan dingin
Dan aku bagaikan padang pasir di Gurun Sahara
Oh.. panas dan kering
Tiada apa nak ku bangga
Kau pastikan layu disampingku
Oh Sakura
Pulanglah sayang
Ke tempat asalmu
Di sini kuragukan
Kejelitaanmu kan jadi debu
Jangan kau sandarkan cinta padaku
Oh Sakura
Jangan kau fikirkan
Kerana cinta Gurun Sahara
Akan menjadi hutan rimba
Pulanglah sahaja
Wahai gadisku
Oh... Sakura

Loka Langkawi

2009-03-11T11:20:00.005+08:00

Syurga

Setanding Phuket atau Phi Phi

Mediterranean?

Andes..

Banyak juga yang aku dapat pada pengungsian aku kali yang ke berapa entah ke pulau Mahsuri ini. Bagaikan satu penemuan yang maha hebat yang aku tak pernah termimpi akan ku kecap.

Satu kesedaran mungkin pada kebenaran kata-kata 'tak kenal maka tak cinta'. Kini aku kenal budi baik abang Kris dan rakan taulan yang lainnya. Kami sama-sama susah dan senang lewat perjalanan yang agak beranjau ini. Mampir dikit demi dikit, susur belantara luas lepas malam santak sore. Dingin. Sulit. Sempit.

Namun kami gagahi jua. Membelah badai samudera Selat Melaka hingga ke Andaman. Laut biru membelai hati sanubari kami bagaikan teruja dan meronta ingin sampai lekas ke pulau lagenda yang tiada tolok banding indahnya.

Creepy Crustacean

2008-12-01T08:12:00.005+08:00

I had great weekend. I was in Banting last Saturday with my big brother and sis-in-law and cute little Nabila. We were on a courtesy call to 'send off' our Qur'aan teachers to the Holy Land of Makkah. May Allah bless them both and all the pilgrims.

Later that night, Mr TanjungTualang, Mr GrahaResidenku, AJ and i went the the much coveted food joint in Kelana Jaya. Thank you Ms MyaSefia for the guide. William - as the name goes- was a dilapidated street food setting. I reckon the place was a market by the day. When we arrived at about 9-ish, the place was already packed with foodies. We had to scout around for seats. My first glimpse of the place was that the serving plate was huge and the serving itself was generous!

We had creamy seafood pasta load with sea creatures and crustacean whose name we did not have the slightest idea of. For the second serving, we had this nasi goreng mixed with sumptous chicken and as for the third, we had dried mee goreng with chicken. Yummy!. The service was ok and the food tasted heavenly.

And while loading all these into the system, we listened to Mr Graha's charming imagination of life.

surfing...

Sweet Salty Sweat

2008-11-27T10:22:00.004+08:00

Proud owner of these masterpieces posing with the artist

I bought these at MidValley yesterday from the "sporting artist" because the subject matter for his art piece would be all about sports and sportsmen. There is this exhibition going on there. It's cheap and it's original.

Simply inspirational. It's about time to relinquish the joy of being sweat all over again. Hmm got to find those running shoes back.

Opor-opor- kalau bole makan, aku makan kau

2008-11-27T08:27:00.010+08:00

Opportunist is abound in this world i'd presume. I am not sure if by being so, we'd be bettter off or simply reduced to be the loathe of people.

A colleague of mine recently got the chance to see one of Malaysia's popular rock singer in the office. By see, i mean, to listen to his plight and understand what can be done to help - the task that i and two of my collegue supposedly (willingly or unwillingly) do on a daily basis. This colleague of mine ever so help+fooly entertained this glitterati guest as though he is trying to steal the limelight from my section which is tasked and specialised to do the mundane complaint taking. And by the way, he's from a different section.

The normal course of action for any given staff (of different section other than mine) in any given day when member of the public came to lodge complaint would be that they will come to my section and tell that "ada orang nak lodge komplen". Fine. Since we are tasked to do just that, we would go and see the public with smiling face.

I have no issue if at all he got to see the singer instead of me. After all, both of us work with the same intention and objective.

What fanned my deepest anger up was the fact that nobody and i mean nobody (accept for two who work with me in same section) would care enough to 'see' member of the public if the member of public is ordinary/lame/nobody/angry/sad/bitchy/smelly ect.

And the best thing of all is on that fateful day, NO ONE tells my section that a glitterati guest wanted to lodge complaint.

Pagi ni datang jumpa aku nak bagitau pasal benda yang dah berlalu dua hari lepas. Ko process la komplen tu sendiri! bodo. arghhhh!!!!!

Farewell to my Manager

2008-11-26T17:12:00.003+08:00

Today will be my manager last day in the office. He will soon commence his new job as branch manager in JB. We will be missing you sir.

I remember him of saying that in life we have choice. We must always dictate what we wanted in life and how we are going to go about life in general.

I'll cherish that sir. Thank you.

a cause célèbre

2008-11-24T08:51:00.004+08:00

And i quote,

"...television, as the poet T.S. Elliot warned in 1963, when the then-new medium was spreading into homes, permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome". [Daniel Goleman, 'Social Intelligence' (2006)]

To MustheGreat, thank you for being inspirational.
To GrahaResidenku, thank you for being different.
To TanjungTualang, thank you for being what you are.

Have a great week guys.

A sad good bye.. Ramadhan ya Ramadhan

2008-09-30T15:03:00.007+08:00

Eye on Melaka

At the beginning of Ramadhan i had a wish. I wish that Ramadhan would become the training ground for my spiritual up liftment. And of course, a reason amongst other, to shape up my physical self. A month passes and i still feel the same. I have failed to make use of the holy month in full term. Nonetheless, i am greatful that i am given the chance to experience it. Let us pray that we would be able to meet Ramadhan once again next year.

Eid Mubaarak. I congratulate those who managed to find Laillat-ul- Qadr.

Four posters bed

2008-09-30T09:34:00.007+08:00

I am appalled by the sheer lacking of customer relationship skills of some of Malaysian owned companies. How many times in our entire life as a consumer and customer that we feel cheated, over-charged, duped, 'cross-sold' etc.? MANY i would presumed.

We no longer had the ease of mind even after the things that we buy and the service that we enjoy had been rendered. There is always this doubt as to whether the money we paid really being reasonably comensurated by the things that we get.

I had terrible time dealing with an Indonesian run furniture shop and a plumber recently. These are, to sum it all, munafiks. They made promise and then they broke. I guess these people no longer needed customer these days. Yesterday was the culmination of my most terrible experience as a consumer. I was given false promises by a jati furniture shop - Seni Ukir Budaya Ulu Kelang- the whole day. At first they promise to deliver the good at 12 noon, then at 3 pm, then at 6 pm. And guys, i had to call them up over and over again instead of them calling me!. They didnt even apologise for the munafik promises thay made. I waited until 10 p.m as they promised to deliver by then. And guess what? They didnt come and they dont bother to call!!.

I have wasted by whole Monday waiting in agony. I am thinking of filing a complaint to the Tribunal should the munafik refused to refund my deposit.

...2 hours later

Hmm i finally got the reason why this Indonesian-owned furniture shop did what they did to me yesterday. It turned out that they were pre-occupied by a request from a new mosque in Bangsar to install a new jati mimbar. I guess the reason why they didnt called me is because they didnt have a system of delivery that monitors the movement of goods akin to IKEA. They didnt even have client list and dont bother about receipt. Kampong style indeed. Can't blame them really. So the manager profusedly apologise to me and said that she was incapacitated by the sudden increase of orders for Raya. Her softspoken-ness and motherly look made me to reconsider buying the bed frame.

speech therapy

2008-04-30T11:11:00.004+08:00

I was strucked by my sheer ignorant today thanks to my colleague. I should be more careful from now on whenever and whatever i am going to say in this blog. This piece of space that i 'owned' has now gained an honourary encroachment from within the organisation. I can't blame anyone but myself for this. And i don't think it's fair to call everything off either. I just need a moment to reflect and contemplate and try to adapt the new era of 'cautious' freedom of speech.

Intoxicated

2008-02-06T09:37:00.000+08:00

We were at the famous Jalan Bellamy ikan bakar hawker centre yesterday. Two of our colleagues had recently being promoted to Manager position. So as it has always been, a tradition of sort, the newly appointed Managers had to buy the whole office lunch. The spread was good-the fish ranged from ikan pari, ikan keli, ikan terubuk and ikan jacket. The dippings (and this include sambal belacan) i must say, were the raison d'etre for the whole ikan bakar affair. Same goes to Tangling and several other ikan bakar joints that i used to patronised, it was the dippings that matter.

A course mate of mine-a Pakistani- several months back asked me as to why is it difficult to find a good Malay restaurant offering authentic Malay kampong food in K.L particularly in Bukit Bintang area. I don't know what to reply. The question still lingers in my mind up to this day and is still valid. My observation on Malay restaurants in and outside K.L has always been that these joints are barren, short-lived and not as colorful and bright as mamaks.

More often than not, it is those Malay hawkers selling their fares under the Ketapang trees and besides mouse-infested drains who survived and thrived. No offence though and mind my shallow observations but this is what i see and notice. And almost half of these hawkers are not Malaysian. They are either Southern-Thais or Indonesian.

A food for thought indeed.

A new journey begins...

2008-02-04T09:22:00.000+08:00

Starting afresh, rejuvenated by Pansoon's current and life as an independent man. A week loads of life-turning experiences. Thanks mom. dad. friends.

Elle est souriante - She smiles

2008-01-29T08:57:00.000+08:00

"...last nite moon said to me, if your friend is not messaging you, why don't you leave your friend. I looked at moon and said does your sky ever leave you when you don't shine...?"

This was an sms sent by one of my few female friend whom i got to know back then, when i was a student in Gombak.

Lately i have been receiving a healthy dose of messages and e-mails from my female friends- several of which i knew while the rest i can barely recalled.

And for the past weeks, i have been bombarded again, by that inevitable question of marriage - one from my Pengarah during staff meeting, one from a colleague at cafe and several others from my own relatives.

Another colleague of mine proposed to be my middleman. He has a list of names (an A-list that is) comprising of lecturers, lawyers and teachers.

I smiled at this collection of coincidences. I am loved! Will i ever then? Ameen.

Heavenly Heaven

2008-01-28T08:59:00.001+08:00

The sweeter side of life...

Last week has been great. However, I had mental torments along the way though. I was assigned to 'escort' a colleague to Kuantan on Thursday. The downfall about tagging along this senior colleague of mine was that i had to listen to his incessant campaign to join his way towards 'a greener pastures' by becoming a direct-selling agent. I was brainwashed starting from Genting-Sempah up to Gambang.

Fine. I nodded ever obediently to his arguments. Neither that i said i am gonna signed up nor i objected any of his reasonings.

The fresh sea breeze and a dip down Hyatt's deep blue pool was indeed heaven! I was for a second, drifted by the sheer beauty of the South China Sea.

I arrived in K.L just in time to catch the Mak Yong perfomance at I.B. We (Amy, Mya and the K.Ys) had mixed feelings about the performance though. After the performance, Amy, Mya, Sham and i went to Naili's at Sentul for a mini birthday bash to celebrate Mya birthday.

On Saturday nite at K.Y, we (the K.Y members) had serious discussion about marriage life. Our blissfully married friend, Hazem shared his experience about what it was like to be someone's husband, the responsibilities and the 'politics' in bed. We were mesmerised by his vivid descriptions on what its like to be in bed with the opposite sex. huhu.

On Sunday we scouted for gifts at IKEA. I owed Amiey and Mya gifts each for their birthdays. Come nite, we spent time at Shah's house for 22nd AJL.

Fais de Beaux Re^ves

2008-01-22T09:42:00.001+08:00

or simply means "Sweet dreams.."

I learnt this from my tutor Madmoiselle Lin - a bubbly, 30 something celebataire (bujang aka dinch marrien) lady from Shah Alam.

Ever since i joint the class, my whole worldview on lifelong learning has changed drastically. I am more ready to embrace the realm of student-hood and everything alma mater has to offer. I am passinonate to learn and keep learning. I am moved by the sheer spirit to improve one-self as rightfully depicted by Haron, Mitch and several others of my good friends.

Let us learn and keep discovering.

Kindred spirit

2008-01-21T10:11:00.000+08:00

It's been a while since my last posting last year. The hiatus though was not due to anything big, not that i am bogged by work or anything. I was time and again succumbed to that ever repressive force of procrastination and 'malas'.

The year 2008 has been thus far great in the sense that quite a number of things have been 'corrected'. My relationship with my KY mates and office mates have been good albeit some hick ups here and there. My mom has been tolerating with me quite amazingly. I have started to live my life in an orderly manner and have been enrolling in a couple of language classes.

I have one thing that i need to overcome with. The fear to fly.

I just need to relinquish my courage to fly again.

I just need to fly...

When you love someone like that

2007-11-05T13:43:00.000+08:00

It's funny how heart works.

The same goes to feeling and of course the heart and feeling go hand in hand and when they both in actions, Allah knows how you can't cheat them.

I was having a terrible heart and feeling breakdowns (emotionally that is) couple of days back thanks to ayam, the dream of it, the price hike and the eventual damnation of it. That's it. No more mention about ayam anymore.

The last couple of days have been quite a corner stone turning of life if i may put it that way. I was dragged to the almost ethereal experience of how hard it is to cheat and ignore my heart and feeling. I realised now, how heart can grew fonder whenever you try to ignore someone who love you dearly.

I am loved but i am not in love...

Flying without wings

2007-11-02T14:26:00.000+08:00

My life has been 'peaceful' these couple of days. The sudden hiatus that i took, away from the mundane, predictable and almost routine undertakings has proven to be uplifting.

I need a break, a hiatus from an almost incessant turkey talkings, sweet slanderings and that state of mind where i feel like i am under the influence of morphine (not that i've tried this, it's just that surreal feeling of flying without wings to no man's land thingy).

Farewell mak ayam. I hope you'll roast to perfection in hell.

Anonymous

A strange dream indeed

2007-11-01T15:33:00.000+08:00

I woke up this morning feeling rather dizzy. I was having a bad dream. I dreamt of an old hen with golden comb and wattles on the verge of being slaughtered after being paraded under the yolk of heavy pillory in downtown Jalan Ampang. The hen a.k.a mak ayam tua was sentenced for being foul-mouthed, an act tantamount to treason in a peaceful country of Darul Iman.

I didn't watched the bloody scene not because i have pity on the poor old hen but because i am sick of seeing blood. Blood makes me nausea what more if the blood belongs to an infidel hen with golden comb and wattles.

Today i am wearing a stoic and angry look. My anger towards the mak ayams and their butter uppers and their friends still haven't subsided. I don't want to see these disgusting creatures of Allah anymore. Ever.

Mak Ayam Yang Bodoh

2007-10-31T21:49:00.000+08:00

Chickens are gregarious birds and live together as a flock. They have a communal approach to the incubation of eggs and raising of young. Individual chickens in a flock will dominate others, establishing a "pecking order," with dominant individuals having priority for access to food and nesting locations. Removing hens or roosters from a flock causes a temporary disruption to this social order until a new pecking order is established. Adding hens, especially younger birds, to an existing flock, can lead to violence and injury. - Wikipedia

Some people just cannot shut their mouths up or they tend to speak (or rather, peck) their minds too loud that it makes you wonder whether to shoot back at these motherfuckers or just keep quite. I choose to remain silent for the sake of friendship.

The general perception on those unmarried 40's and above and having a lopsided sexual orientation would be that they are a bunch of angry-headed, foul-mouthed control freaks. A bit harsh as it may sound but not unheard of.

These are the heartless energy-suckers that will squeeze you up to your last blood. These are the lonely looneys whose only craving in life is attention and praise from the butter uppers.

These are those worth being hang on pillory in public.

"They don't call me Mak Ayam for nothing tau..." - Christz the infidel hen with golden comb and wattles when asked on the recent government move to set the ceiling price for chicken at RM5.60/kg.

No punt intended.

A room for two...and the rest is history

2007-10-25T17:02:00.000+08:00

I was with the K.Y gang last week. Mooty had a bad ache on his back, Abg J (Abg J has a nifty fingers that churn magical decoratives and everything art-sy) needed his fortnight dose of handjobs a.k.a massage and Shah (a dandy looking bachelor with pan-Arabic look and a loyal customer of Auntie slimming pill) just being a plain tag-a-long.

We arrived that night, full of hopes and expectations passing through a group of physically able men whose eyes vigilantly cast on us. My only hope is that the place won't be like the one i have had been into in the past- you know, that seedy, suspicious looking joint with gloomy ambience and infused with strong smelling ylang-ylang.

I was taken aback the moment i step into the place. My only hope has not materialised. The place was indeed gloomy, fancy and not to forget ylang-ylang smelling. We seek refuge at the corner of the center, partly hiding ourselves from the other customers at the waiting area and partly from a group of physically-able men in shorts and singlets.

Abg J, was given an album. After a flip through or so, he was led to a cubicle where he'll get his healthy dose of handjobs a.k.a massage. Mooty was next. Wearing a rather unassuming look, Mooty tagged along his masseues. What left were Shah and I and the rest of the hopefuls and the physically-able bunch.

I was offered a place in a sauna room. I was contemplating at first for that 'risky' offer and on the physically-able men inside and outside the center. After a split seconds of weighing the pros and cons, i decided to take the offer. I was alone inside that humid room. I was still contemplating even as i was inside the room. I could see several bewildered eyes peeking through the small sauna window. Some wore that "knock-knock who's inside" look while others wore that look similar to that of the hopefuls at the waiting area.

We left at last... with mixed feelings. As i passed through the group of physically-able men outside the center on our way back home, i was still contemplating. But this time on the physically-able men alone and not on the sauna. Why they do the things they did inside.

Why..oo why..?

The humid room where the physically-able men work

Of Kelisa, Kedah and Kari Kambing Kawah

2007-10-25T15:41:00.003+08:00

I was in Alor Star a couple of days back. I was there partly to fulfill my filial responsibility as a son and partly to relinquish my long lost memory of Alor Star and the who's who in my dad's family tree. It has always be the case where mom's relatives are better known than that of Dad's. I wont dwell on this. Perhaps later when i have a child of my own.

Cik Zah in her elements at Hj. Ramli's

As far as my memory serves me, Alor Star hasn't change that much. Not since my last visit on my official assignment couple of years back; taxi driver still didn't use meter and charge fare at a predetermined rate (but i dont mind this as i understand their predicament and the hardship working as a taxi driver in an almost-shanty town like Alor Star), there is hardly any new development took place save for the new housing areas and Pekan Rabu is still the main attraction whenever you're in Alor Star despite the utterly imposing structure of Menara Telekom Alor Star.

There are two things that i am looking forward to whenever i hit the road away from K.L. These are: 1. Food and 2. Chances of stumbling upon plants and its peripheral.

On this fateful trip, i managed to salvage several polybags of plants and indulged in a heavenly kampong food.

Pak Ya was time and again reminded by his friend to not to miss Restoran Hj Ramli whenever in Alor Star. And so our top agenda has been to dutifully find this place and eat. As luck may have chanced upon us and thanks to Pak Ya's razor sharp memory of Alor Star's whereabouts, we found Hj Ramli's and eat our hearts out at this juntion. It was hell of good food they served there, no joke. The food was quintessentially Kedah. The only downside is perhaps you gonna have to bear the long queue.

Burpps.. Alhamdulillah.

The Kuala Lumpur Food Shortage

2007-10-18T09:10:00.000+08:00

I could never be able to experience a near-famine condition in my whole life while in K.L if i hadn't hang out with The K.Y gang. And by the way, K.Y stands for Kak Yah - a dilapidated food joint tucked amongst the 'seedy' enclave of Taman Dagang where we hang around to dine, to brag and to loosen up.

You see we have been experiencing the unnecessary shortage since the third day of Raya. Almost all food joints that we used to go were closed. Even the trusted Burger boys weren't around to cater for our insatiable hunger.

So for the past 3 days or so, we have been scoured around for food only to be dissappointed by the empty and mice-infested joints.

Last night i was with the The K.Y gang. After a rather dismall (?) Raya meet up at Taman Shamelin, Mooty (a close friend with big heart and half better than anyone elses) and i decided to head for Tesco Ampang. It seems at first this was our last bastion to trudged at on our unholy quest for the F & B.

True enough we've made it and won the battle against hunger. But it wasn't the sweetest of victory for the service at Kluang Station was 'delayed' and the food has becoming less tempting.

There goes my soul train...

Lucky no. 30

2007-10-18T08:47:00.000+08:00

The '30' seems to be my best number in recent months. More often than not, i can't help my self but to quote this number whenver i was asked about my much awaited (not!) wedding. It feels like this number is my only way out to end and refute the unwanted conversation.

Q:"So bila hang nak kawen?"
A:"Umor 30 tahun"
Q:"Awat lewat sangat?"
A:"Abah pun kawen umor 33"
.......the end (phewws!)

Pak Lang and Mak Lang together with Kak Mazni's and Kak Mazlina's families were in K.L since Tuesday. They have been my favourite relatives to hang out with whenever i was in Penang not only because of Kak Mazlina's thick Utara accent but also by the sheer delight of being amongst them. For to them, being pretentious and 'propah' are so not proper.

Let 'em out and be yourself.

Geli-geli & Buas-buas

2007-10-17T17:04:00.000+08:00

Geli-geli (Cyrtosperma lasiodes) adalah tumbuhan yang digunakan untuk merawat penyakit gout, sakit buah pinggang dan herba untuk bersalin.

Buas-buas (Premma cordiflora) adalah tumbuhan yang digunakan untuk rawatan membuang angin dalam badan, membuang cacing dalam perut dan mandian ibu selepas bersalin.

The only thing that has never failed to amaze me and soothe me is perhaps, The Plant and every aspects of it. The Human on the other hand, has always been (and will always be) the subject for incessant contentions and ramblings. No doubt about it.

On this note and this sudden rush to explore, i shall embark on a journey to find the sweetest concoctions of Life made out of The Plant and The Human for my soul and ultimately the Higher Being . May Allah help me.

Ameen.