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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...

Enche Johnny telah menyiapkan kerja-kerja membikin reban ayam dan berhempas pulas memasak untuk seratus orang tetamu. Maka Enche Johnny berhak untuk tidur selama 14 jam tanpa apa-apa gangguan. Silakan beradu Enche Johnny.

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...

Assalamualaikum :) She is Zara Nik Faiz.

Assalamualaikum :) These, people, are faithful pictures of mine in which I have been concerned a lot to put them in public since my skill isn't as great as other photographers. If you do not absolutely reject their faithfulness, henceforth I'll be showing you the beauty of Allah's creations. Hopefully, Insya Allah. Green is not only should be seen as color. It's beyond that idea. Green is what I interpret as healthy, picturesque and has it's own power for undulating rhythm. Seeing green, even if surrounded by different strains of any other colors, somehow it stands for itself alone and capable to dim my heart. And it has been giving many of me the mind stimulation to produce more artworks using nature. :) Presenting to you, The Green Drama: Okay, thank you. :)

Assalamualaikum :) Last week there was this Flora Fest at Putrajaya for one week where there were fireworks display with cultural show. So, Star Wars! Here I come! I was buzzing round the park looking for the best port to capture the fireworks which apparently there was thousand people milling for the same reason, like seriously seriously. Meanwhile, fireworks filled the sky with blues and golds, shell blasts and the promised ring explosions. All around me, kids were telling their friends, 'That is my favorite!', 'The big one is coming out!'. As a whole, finding for 100 shots of fireworks, various colors and flowers brought out my pleasures and enjoyments to see them zoomed in very close. Sorry, the pictures were edited to be in small size due to broadband connection. :)

I was having a lazy Monday at office. After that massive lunch with some lawyers, looking back on how we just had a meeting on defense case, I decided to give myself the rest of afternoon off. And after checking some news feed on Facebook, I could see our topics of Smakl memories still become a hot list on top of everything else. Then, doing some nosy blogrolling, I just had this twitching urge to post these kitties pictures. Here we go! Just warming up my skills. And that wraps up my 'boredom illness' for you. Loves, Shey :)

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...

Assalamualaikum. :) Enthusiasm asks me to revel everyone about cats! So, here we go! I have this mommy cat whom we call her, Bubu. I actually don't know what breed she is cause her flower tail looks like she's might be a Persian so as her kemek face. However, her kemek face no longer remains after she gave birth for two times. We brought her to vet once (only once cause it's too expensive), checked for fleas but suddenly the doctor reported us for worms in her stomach. So, I guess that has caused her to get thin day after day. She's still consuming such pills and vitamins. *sigh So, last three weeks Mama called me and excitedly telling me that Bubu had gave birth for four kittens IN MY OVEN! Yes peeps, it is oven. My oven is actually under the stove which they combined together as in one box. So, my prediction is, the oven was actually opened by I don't know who and Bubu was really sick and couldn't think of any other places to deliver. Haish! Macam-macam. Thoug...

Pictures courtesy of Sheriel Aizan. :)

Disney really pulled my leg during my childhood. Not a single but both. I dreamed to be in a castle with long-princess-likely-dress together fit the floor-length veil on my head. A bouquet of wildflowers hung casually in my hand. Just so you know, this is not lame cause I believe all girls wish the same. Heh! Times treat me to mature parallel with how old my age. If only castle story still takes into my head, I will not study anymore. Because someday, I'll be a fresh attorney with a hectic schedule and no time for looking for a prince-charming! WOOT!