I am beginning to think of the whole concept and idea of blogging. When I went through my blogs, I started to think, perhaps I've shared more than enough of my daily life, I should have kept certain things private.

Ohhhh I finally did it ! I went surfin at Sunway Lagoon !!!!!!! Its a crazy day, I felt like a 5 year old kid who was so excited, who got up early to get ready when the parents, (in my case its my Sis) are still in bed. Yes I had to "persuade" my Sister to wake up so we could get there early. I had fun, we rented the tubes, basketball and yes the surf board. I was told to try the body board since I ve never tried the surf board, but No ... body board is too childish ..... Hahahaha .... The waves were not so big, but I was almost drowned for a few times, so much for "not being childish" .I never gave up though. I kept trying and trying till the last waves. I was among two of the girls in the crowd of surfin and the boys too were not the 'pros'. So nobody could really show off :) . (What I really mean is that I didnt look THAT bad when the waves were 'eating' me up). I managed to catch three waves and I was yelling all the way to the crowd at the end of the big pool. No I didnt get to stand on the board, its good enough that I could get the three waves just by holding tight to the board lying down .. hehe

And I tried the basketball too. I still love basketball eventhough I have not played for ages. Played with my sis for some times before she gave up and I ended up playing with the boys (mind you ..... boys as to age 10-15).

Oh what a day, my sister looked good in her new swim suit. So sexy .. and I ... looked like a secondary school girl ......

I am in Kl and am at my sister's place. Been here since yesterday, running away from the 'hassles'. Not really running, I cant run because the hassles keep following me around, in my thoughts. I feel like I'm loss. Really wish I could talk to myself, to see a different perspective of my own problems .... Friends always come to me for my views and advice, they appreciate me for my ability to listen and give views from angles they had not thought of, and thats why I really feel like talking to "Ann" right now ..................... *sigh*

When my servants question you about me,
tell them that I am near.
I answer their prayers when they call on me;
let them answer my call.
Let them trust in me,
that they may be guided along the path of righteousness.
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Al-Baqara, Surah 2:186


How soothing the words of Allah are at times when you need them most. Its very true when they say :

When you want to talk to Allah ; Pray.
When you want Allah to talk to you; Read the Quran.

There are times whenever I feel sad and depressed with life and all, I would just open the Quran at random, and there ... inside those verses I would find the soothing words, sometimes describing my feelings, sometimes warning me, and sometimes telling me what life is all about.

I remember there was one time when I was feeling down that my best friend was getting married, afraid that I would be left alone. When I opened the Book, there was this one verse where Allah said "................... everyone of you will come back to me alone....." . I was in tears.

You can have family and friends and everything in life, but when the time come to go back to HIM you will be on your own ......................

Had a crazy day yesterday. Everything seemed to get in the wrong way, my way that is when I was so grouchy and not in the mood. Must be the hormone again. And to add salt to everything my blogger template was accidentally deleted by me, the forever clumsy, and saved. I was close to fainting and all hell almost broke loose when this one temporary staff who chose to bug me at that critical moment with all stupid questions, not realizing that smokes were coming out of my head.

I tried my best to compose myself and fight not to panic. Without looking at the her face, I told the staff I was sorry that I was not in the mood of talking. Calmly, I started to look for the pages of my template, that I, luckily, recently printed, behind all those messy papers and files, and started to type in the format all over again.

Phewww ..... I must say, I'm proud of myself for not loosing my temper and all (...... I was close to loosing it, though ....).

What a day. Spending the whole day with the Tanah Merah kids. Went to the waterfall for a picnic. Stopped by at the cafe for Black Forest and Blueberry cakes. The kids are just cool !

I was listening to mix.fm "perfect match" the other day. They were having this one quiz, where a couple will be put to a test. One will be asked a few questions and later his/her other half will be called to answer the same questions, to see how many of the answers match with his/her other halfs'.

The wife was asked, how would he rate her husband 'physically' in bed, from 1 to 10. Of all the stupid answer she said "6". Imagine the shock of the husband later to find out that hes only been rated "6" by the wife when the wife should have known .... all men think they are "10" in bed .............

Its only a playful quiz; cant think what can happen to the ego of the husband after this .......... It will surely rock the boat ...... hmmmmmmm

What do I look for in a man .... ?

Mak is not happy when I said that the man they re all "shoving" to me is NOT THE ONE. She was asking what is it about him that does not suit my taste. Well for one thing it has nothing to do with taste;... or has it ...?

Its a difficult question for me to answer. I dont look at it as a matter of taste, although taste might have some important role in making the decision. You can have feelings towards people without any concrete reason. Sometimes when you like a person, you just like him and when people ask you why do u like him, you just cant pin point the definite answer. And I am sure there are times in your life when you just dont like a person without any reason at all.

I'm not saying I dont like the guy nor am I saying that I like him. To start with, the whole concept of matchmaking has never been favoured by me. And now, that the whole family is involved, the whole thing has besome like a circus. It hurt me, especially when the relatives were intererogating me and forcing me to accept the decision they have made for me.

Now back to the question : what do I actually look for in a man. My answer will always be RESPECT. I have to respect the man. Which means that he has to earn my respect. And I know its a bit complicated because it will always follow with another question; what makes me respect a man ?

1. Knowledge ;

Someone whom I can talk to about almost everything. Especially on religion. Someone whos open to listen to my view and not being judgmental about it, one who does not live in his own world. He does not have to agree with me, suffice if he can make me agree to disagree, after a lenghty discussion, of course.

2. Firm ;

Firm enough to ignore my times of 'hormonial imbalance' and yet

3. Understanding and kind

... to acknowledge that its part of being a woman and kind enough to accept it ( 'times of hormonial imbalance)

Oh , I dont want to list down EVERYTHING ....... The first I think is enough to be the basis of my respect ........

Be Careful With What You ask For ......... You Might Get it

How many times have we been granted with the things we have asked for. If you carefully observe, you will notice that there were times when the simple asking from God had been granted, be it by way of your prayers, beliefs, or just plain talk and chanting.

But the thing with all these grants is that it follows the simple rule of life " You win some, you loose some. One cannot win everything all the time". Go figure !

You are 13% geek

OK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you're probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid or foolish or overly concerned with minutiae. God, I hate you.

Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com

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Ha ha ha ...

I have to applause to one of the best TV ad ever, the Diwali advert by Petronas. Deepavali is over but I still think about it and never fail to mention about it, for the fun of it. Its about a bunch of modern teen age Indian guys who were acting (and dressing too) as if they were black Americans, talking and rapping like one. You know the type when they "Yo" here and "Yo Man " there, "Were gonna partyyy all nite man.. " "Wats up man.. ?" bla bla bla bla. And on their side was a group of girls, giggling over them and one of the guys was trying to flirt with the girls when he suddenly noticed, at the other side of the road, his old grandmother ! Dressed in sari and very much Indian with a plastic bag on her side, just standing and looking at them. He was shocked and was squeezing himself while telling his friends "Patiii ! Patiiii ! (Pati is Grandmother in Tamil)" and his friend who still didnt get it, was yelling " Yeahh man..... we re going to party tonite mannnnn !"

The grandmother then walked towards them and greeted them in Tamil asking the boy where his mother was and whether hes having cold because of all those jumpers and wind breakers hes wearing. She then asked the friend (the one who wanted to have party all nite) his name and he said "Sam". The old lady didnt buy it, in Tamil she asked "What Sam ? Dont you have a proper name?". "Muthusamy Karrupaiah"

It was hillarious and how true when the ad ended with a message that no matter how advanced we have moved, we should never forget our roots.

Hmm...... not what I thought .....

My small kampung town is going to be declared a CITY !!! Its disputable to some when they try to argue how Alor Setar, the capital of Kedah State, can be considered "city" when there are only two 7-Eleven shops and theres no Starbucks and not even a 5 star hotel. Oh dear, I'm sweating because I dont know what to answer and how to explain to all those questions. I am sure that there are many other doubts as to "Why Alor Setar?".

In case one would like to know where the hell Alor Setar is, better check this out :-
http://www.mykedah.com/

Former PM, Tun Dr Mahathir hails from Alor Setar, even the first PM, Tunku Abdul Rahman was from the same old town. And from the opposition party, the late Dato' Fadzil Noor, the former PAS President also came from Alor Setar. Yes we have quite a number of many other politicians who are and were from Kedah.

Among the requirement for a town to be declared a city, is that the state must at least have a total income of RM80 Billion a year. I cannot imagine how in the world, Kedah can afford to accumulate those income when the major income Kedah gets is from rice.

Oh how things can change by use of political means.

I want my home town to stay as it is. Let KL and let Ipoh or even Penang get all the limelight. I just love Alor Setar as it is.

I was pushing my self over the limit at the gym last nite, and I'm now feeling sick. How stupid one can be !

I had this confusing idea, that maybe hes the one, may be its meant to be him. Hmm.. I was thinking maybe I should give him the benefit of the doubt. But then, started to think that I may have jumbled up the two big points:-

1. Getting married;
2. The person to get married to.

I was the whole time thinking of the fact that maybe its about time I should get married that when the idea was forced into my mind, I was not thinking that maybe I should evaluate that man first. To consider him on his own merits, not on the point on just to get married.

Getting married is one thing, and to be married and tied down to only one man, to submit to him as a loyal faithful wife is another thing.

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Maybe I have evaluated him ..................... and that he is .......................... *sigh*

I'm back at the gym. But I'm finding it hard to get back to my old diet, I'm still craving for all that fat-foods. I'm trying.. I am, bit by bit I'm fighting my big appetite, which is not easy. I wonder how I did it the last time. It was 70kg when I first started and by Ramadhan I was down to 62 kg. What an achievment I must say. But the diet and all tought me something valuable .. that if you can set your mind for it .. you can do it. Its like nothig is impossible. Because cutting down all the nasi lemak, pizza, burgers, ice cream, cookies sounded insane to me 6 months ago. My diet didnt take long, by the second month I was down by 4 kg. And you dont have to be on diet for the whole of your life. Once a week I could still indulge on my favourite foods and it didnt affect the diet at all, on the other hand it actually helped. After the third month, I can eat normally and still going to the gym .........................

My Sister .. my only sister is on the way back to KL today. I'm trying not to be sad, because I'm planning to visit her during this Christmas time, insya Allah.

The house would be back to normal again witout her, quiet and cold. Its true how much she brings the light and the laughter to the house whenever shes around. The cousins would be flocking the house, and there would be laughter and screaming as well as my sis always love to tease those small monsters. She always wants to win with them. They'd play cards and games and she would seriously play to win. But the kids never mind that, because they love her just the same.

We're the same in some ways, and yet different. Shes more bubbly and child like and fun, unlike me whos more reserved and quiet. I envy her sometimes, the way she wins my mothers heart and the way she draws the kids to her. Mak can never get angry with her long, she would always find the way on how to make Mak smile again, and sometimes Mak couldnt help laughing with her antics.

We re 4 years apart, and people always tell us how much we look alike, I mean our face, because, Anis my younger sister, is bigger than me. Note that I use the word bigger, because she is taller and bigger than me. Not quite fat, but shes applying my diet nevertheless. When we were a bit younger, we can pass as a twin.

Our friends, on separate ocassions, always tell us how we're different from them; the way we act and the way we dress and the way we live and think. My friends can say I'm weird and all, but they havent met Anis. My sister insisted the hairdresser to color her hair "blue" the other day before Hari Raya. To her dissapointment, the hairdresser refused, while advising her that it wouldnt do any good to her hair. So they ended up agreeing on reddish-brown. My sister is also mad about shoes and most of her shoes are red or green in color. And her socks would be orange and red and green or colorful with weird patterns or with cartoons. And the other day when I was in KL, I helped her choose the red rim glass. It can only look nice on Anis. When she goes for swimming or to the gym, she would take her see-through-all-you-can knapsack. You can see everything's in the bag from the outside and yes, only Anis dares to sling the bag around her back.

I can never be like her. For all that she is, I do love her with all my heart. Shes the one I can turn to whenever sadness strikes, and sometimes whenever I tell her something, which is so petty, when I come to think of it, she would just laugh. We can share so many things, she would tell me every single things that happens in her life, unlike me who would sometimes keep certain things for myself, and she never minds that because she understands me well enough. She never hesitates to stand for me, even during all the naggings about me not being married, shed just brush them off with her remarks, which only she could do it with her wits.

Oh Sis, I may not always tell you this, but I'm glad to have you as my sister and I want to thank you for always being there for me.

*Sentimental lah pulak ... heeee

I ve gained 3 kgs in just one week after Ramadhan.

I must have sounded so vain for some other ladies in some other part of the world. Here I am complaining about my weight when I should be grateful for all the good things that I have in my life .................