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“In the beginning were words. But not the sort of words you might expect.” – Amir Muhammad , Once Again – Trash, Our Trash Generation: A Collection of Contemporary Malaysian Ideas (1997) I don’t remember a world without language. Always, language and imagination, speculation, utters of sound. Words, beginning of words. What would I be without language? My existence has been determined by language, not only the spoken but the unspoken, the language of speech and the language of motion. My childhood was the oral tradition of Melayu people – which included my immediate family of one elder sister, one younger brother, one youngest sister, my father and mother. My world was the world of several places in memory; Changlun and Yan (Kedah), Lenggong (Perak), Jalan Pekeliling, Sungai Besi and currently it is Taman Tun Dr. Ismail (Kuala Lumpur). The years when I was an offspring (baby to 12-year old), I grew up within a people who didn’t get well with education, including my...

Assalamualaikum :) I am not an adrenaline junkie but on that date, I gave my best shot, trying one giant thrill ride (only after being forced) and that seven minutes almost took my life. I closed my eyes throughout the duration. Yes, I know quite a waste of time, and definitely money. Aku tahu tu. I couldn't open my eyes, rumbling heart, feeling of curiosity a bit. Poorer, Si Kamu didn't help at all, "Angah buka lah mata! Cantik gila view dia. Jangan lah jadi penakut!" And which I did for less than 3 seconds, without cease, "Ya Allah, selamatkanlah aku!" Heh! Here I am, still alive. :) The first time I went to funfair, hem, I cannot remember when was it. But count them on my fingers, they must be less than five and the obligation not to have a go those bloodcurdling amusements, even though that sluggish big wheel which seemed less hazardous. I don't have enough bravery. Here, after so long without posting any picture, I bring you to see the sigh...

Assalamualaikum :) When people sigh about having a boring time at home, Mama sighs too, all the more sorrowfully because she never feels bored at home. Which to be fair with us, she would never let us do things more than what she told us to do. I look at this as it's a full and concise schedule of her: 6.00 a.m - she's already up. 7.00 a.m - watches her favorite Halaqah, Tanyalah Ustaz etc (the only leisure time between her and the telly 8.00 a.m - prepares the breakfast, all the delectable foodies served with compassion and fondness, then later, the other chores get the attention 1.00 p.m - it's lunchy time, obviously she's in the kitchen 3.00 p.m - attends her Al-Quran lesson 5.00 p.m - does her sweepings and dumping at the back, feeds the rabbits and has this 'chat over the fences'. Well, at night we sit all together having our dinner, talk about surroundings. Someone may cause our ears to pus, free lecture on serious stuffs shaking our normal mental state on...

Since the day started my sandwich works, I almost forgot how to laugh. A bunch of files have the most priority of intriguing stuffs. Tired, yes to say. A holiday at Perak seemed to be 'never without drama'. The first time I went here was when I got wind of my other siblings existence and then I knew a girl should be forever Daddy's daughter so don't kick the ball. Um, never been a brat. So I was flying blind when the door opened and I was enveloped by a continent of woman. By the time I realized my nose was pressed at her chest. I call her Opah. She's nice. Really. By the way, she's not our real Opah, Opah Angkat exactly. There, I met this little sweetheart, Ahmad. He had morphed into a multi-armed sea which determined to keep touching me continually. An arm linked through mine, a hand on my shoulder, fingers on back. He was too charming to say for a first time meet up. I scanned the house, not for an escape routes but I wanted to recall any memories in there. Y...

Our Pak Long Bakar is a true hero of Kampung Chepor, Lenggong, Perak. He is invariably funny and outrageous, and at the same time always lovable and kind. He is not our real uncle, but a very distant cousin of my paternal grandmother. :) Pak Long Bakar has been married to Mak Long Zah for almost 50 years with 4 sons and 4 daughters around. Once they started bed-sharing, they always sleep facing each other. Err, that is what my Mama said. I wot that but too well, I'm still in my childishness affair. Just don't deliver any more, mama. *phew So last week, we went to his house for a visit since the last meeting was long ago. We could see there were construction works as an addition to that existing house. Pak Long Bakar was standing between the bricks, smeared by mixture of sweat and cement, he was seen too old for that. "Kesian Pak Long kan Ma?" "Kesian kenapa? Dia kaya tu. Memotong (menoreh getah) sehari dapat dekat beratus ringgit. Tu siap boleh tambah rumah. Kita...

Today I shall post a 'miserable' excuse for a new entry on blog and get away with it. Yes, it's my blog. Currently reading 'Alexander adalah Zulkarnain'. Throughout 175 pages I've read, Wisnu really determined in proving the great Alexander is Muslim and a descendant of King Philips from Macedonia. The writer reserved the rights of obtaining kudos and write-up for any books reviewer since the grounds are veritable peeled and genuine from Al-Quran, hadith and opinions from great scholars. So I recommend you to buy, read and judge by yourself. Halfway through reading this, I can't say I believe the writer up to the hilt because myself have no chance splitting the sources either they are absolutely true. Maybe, someday? :) Last week has been aright excitement with family. We went to Taman Pertanian Cahaya Seri Alam (I don't really remember the name cause it's freaky long). We called ourselves this sort of adrenaline junkies (though not junkie enough),...

Assalamualaikum semua :) The true lenses are heart corporates with brain. Both must be innocent. I have wondered why 'White' always adored as pure. Detergent commercials night and day pointing out the new white school uniform as clean, 'Wah, seperti baju baru! Gunalah Daia!' Whatever. For myself, that is not true. How do you know that new plus white equals to clean. Kau tipu tipu tipu aku lagi. You bought it involuntarily realizing that has been used by someone else. Who knows? It might has fallen in the stool. Yark! You just then fessed it up as clean. The resemblance associates with life. Pretty doesn't mean to be kind. White skin is not impossible to lie. Looks can be deceiving. Back to the top, use your 'lenses' to capture all the 'features'. It may be blurry so wipe them!