Kak Za tetiba je mesej malam semalam.

Aku: Erk? Apa mimpi??
Kak Za: Hehe. Bila nak datang JB?
Aku: Tak tau. Kalau datang karang, Kak Za tutup pintu pulak. Haha!
Kak Za: Tak de la. Dialu2kan lagi. Kak Za sebenarnya tengah sedey.
Aku: Owh. Sebab tu ke?
Kak Za: A'ah.
Aku: (Dah tido)

Sebab tu hilang di celah2 mimpi yang tak de erti.

Hari nih besday mak. Selamat Hari Lahir mak! I love you very, very much.

Mak cakap dia nak skuter. Huk2x...! Batuk semakin teruk. Skuter?? Sekarang baru korang tau, kat mana tumpahnya kuah kalau tak ke nasi. Kalau nak Kancil sebijik, aku faham la. Skuter? Aku pakai motor pun dia macam nak rak suruh beli keta. Dia sendiri pulak nak skuter. Musykil.

Johor Bahru - After Hitched Topic

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I was engrossed in my latest design work when the phone rudely interrupted me. It was the Legal Manager.

She: You sound sick.
Me: I am sick.
She (with concerns): What happened?
Me: Must be the weather. Damn hot, right?
She (smugly): Oh well. JB's raining every day.
Me (stopped fiddling with the pen tool): Why are you telling me this? To make me feel bad about leaving JB?
She: Haha! Now you know!
Me: Don't start (coughed), I'm already sick. Don't add that homesick element some more.

Yesterday:
The Finance Manager stopped by my table, looked at my design, then said,

'So when are you going to JB?'
'What's the point of me moving to KL if I'm going back to JB?' I replied incredulously. He laughed uproariously.
'You don't miss JB?' He took one look at my expression then said, 'OK. Continue work.'

This morning, while discussing some quotations that we received:

'So. Hmm. If we take this design company, you can make trips to JB.'
I shot an odd look at him.
'Is that good or bad?' I asked. He looked at me in surprise.
'Oh well. I suppose you do need occasional trips to JB.'

If Mohammed won't go to the mountains...

Lesson The Prophet Taught Us

My fellow brothers & sisters of Islam,

There is a story that is worth sharing with all Moslems worldwide of how the great Muhammad S.A.W. dealt with people full of contempts. People who recognized him only by name, but not by nature. This story is certainly better than the story of how the Danes are shouting 'We are upholding the right to speak freely!' to justify why they allow degrading images that tarnished other people's belief to be published in their newspaper. Because in this story, the Danes are the people full of contempts.

Once, during the time when Muhammad S.A.W. was still alive and spreading the good of Islam, there was an old woman who hated him that she made a point to wait for him when he passed by her house. Every time she saw him, she would shout humiliating and contemptious words to him, full of hatred.

The great Prophet S.A.W. did not flinch, or even showed a trace of anger. He smiled at her to acknowledge her presence and went on with his journey. This made the old woman even angrier because she cannot gauge the reactions that she hoped for. She wanted him to be angry at her, or to strike her, so the world could see that he was who she perceived him to be - a cruel, unkind person. So people would stop believing him and his teachings, but that didn't happen.

Every single day, the old woman waited for the Prophet S.A.W. , and every single time, she cursed and degraded him. But every time he never reacted, merely passing by with a smile in return.

Then one day, when the Prophet S.A.W. passed by the old woman's house, she was nowhere in sight. This puzzled him. The next day, he did not see her again. Overcame by curiousity, he stopped by to check on her. He found her lying down, sick and alone.

The Prophet S.A.W. called for people to give her assistance, cook for her and give her medicine. When the old woman felt better, she asked, 'Why did you come to find me at my house? I thought you'd surely hate me after all these while.'

The Prophet S.A.W. replied, 'I do not hate you. I came to find you because you had not been standing by your house to shout at me like you used to do every day and I thought you would be in trouble.'

The world is full of people like the old woman who had nothing better to do than to spread malicious words about the Prophet. But we know better who this great leader is. He is the man who repaid cruelty with kindness. Who was patient with the people who made fun of him.

If the woman had shouted 'You're a cruel man who do not deserve to be a leader!' and he had striked her, wouldn't that make what she said as true? That was what she was hoping for anyway. She wanted the world to know that the great leader of Islam was a cruel person. When Prophet S.A.W. did not respond to her accusations, she was angrier because nobody believed her.

The cartoonists who drew that malicious and vile cartoons wanted to show the world that Islam is a religion that encourages violence. We would certainly render them good services if we acted the way they wanted us to react - violently. Then the world will know that what they wrote are no more lies but the truth.

My dear brothers & sisters,

We are the bearers of Great Truth. God has spoken in the Holy Quran that we read every day. This world belongs to God and He will deal with them as how He wants them to be dealt. In the mean time, this Moslem sees her duty to uphold what the Prophet S.A.W. has shown. That we should show the world that the religion we embrace is not a violent religion. That the Prophet S.A.W. did not teach us to be violent.

What we believe, we must continue to believe. What they believed, we ought to show them so they will understand. Eventually, for those who think, they will believe.

Saturday While Downloading Stuffs

I have no freakin' idea why is my bike throwing tantrums of late. I mean, look how much the recent tantrum costed - RM 290! The most expensive so far!

My darling bike, at times I wonder whether getting a car is the solution to your temperamental problem. But luckily, you got one cute, little, loyal till death-do-as-part owner. Yeah, me. Just hope we don't end up dead, CLK.

I'm probably having a mental case myself but well, that's normal.

I woke up early today (considering I'm not working today), and straightaway tidied up my room, plunged into the beauty regime (scrub, scrub, scrub using the new scrubber promised to make my skin buffed up & polished), and then after a series of washing, exfoliating, brushing, toning, moisturising, cleansing and finally putting on tudung-sying, I went to send my comforter to the laundry. It will take me another week to see my comforter again. Duh. Inefficient. When I was in Skudai, I could get it by the next day... Ouch. Miss Taman U again.

Then here I am, updating my blog again (get a life!). Logged on to YM and suddenly
Mildred popped up:
M: Hiya Carneyz. What r u doing in KL?
campusgirl_utm: Err. Working?
M: But I thot ur working in *****?
campusgirl_utm: Yeah. I'm transferred to HQ.
A series of conversation later...
M: So when ur getting hitched?
campusgirl_utm: NOOO! Not that topic!
M: Or ur already HITCHED??

It's scary, you know, talking about (gulp), that topic. Now, I wonder what's Jen's story. Hmm. Jen, ur getting hitched any time soon? :P Sooner?

My Cute Little Kriss

'Kau ni, keras kepala. Mak cakap mak tak nak bawak motor nih, jangan paksa. Isk, isk! Keras kepala betul kau ni! Mak tak nak!' Mak aku dah kelam-kabut masa aku turun dari motor dan menyuruh mak yang bawak motor tu. Masa tu, azan Asar tengah berkumandang dari masjid yang berhampiran.

'Ala mak. Rilek la. Bawak je macam bawak basikal.' Aku terus bonceng kat belakang. Dengan bising dan beberapa kali ulang ayat 'anak keras kepala', mak aku akhirnya berjaya belajar memandu skuter adik aku. Lepas tu mak tak jadi marah kat aku tapi beberapa kali menyuarakan keinginan memiliki sebuah skuter sendiri (tapi aku yakin, mak aku akan jadi penunggang haram sebab dia kompem takkan lulus ujian JPJ yang susah tahap dewa).

Itu waktu aku balik Sarawak raya haji lepas.

Gedebuk! Kepala aku terhantuk di jalanraya Sabtu lepas gara2 gagal brek on time dan akhirnya CLK tumbang di tepi jalan. Buat seketika dunia berpinar2, tapi tau2 aku dah bangkit sendiri, check bumper kereta yang aku langgar, tengok tak de apa2, mintak maaf kat tuan punya kereta dan blah dari situ dengan kepala yang rasa macam nak pecah.

Calar sket la helmet tu, tapi tak de apa2. CLK plak kena hantar gi workshop. Dah scan CPU kat Hospital KL tengahari tu, alhamdulillah tak de yang serius. Cuma ada bengkak sket, tapi pengalaman masa kecik2 melompat dari atas meja dan jatuh atas kepala sampai tangan patah, jatuh longkang besar dsb. menyebabkan CPU aku kebal sket. Tapi demam gak la 3 hari. Dah lama tak buat aksi2 stunner ni.

Masa keluar dari bilik X-ray tu ler aku teringatkan kata2 mak aku, 'Keras kepala kau nih, kenapa mak dapat anak keras kepala??'

Hai la, mak... Terima kasih la sebab mendoakan kepala ni keras. Pengajaran kat korang semua, doa mak nih mustajab!

P/S: Semalam CLK eksiden lagi. Menitis gak air mata melihat CLK tak serupa CLK waktu di JB. Nasib baik yang bawak tu tak de apa2 sebab dia sempat melompat dari CLK sebelum CLK terseret lalu tumbang di atas jalan. Pagi tadi hantar CLK sekali lagi gi bengkel. Kesian CLK. Harap2 tak rosak teruk, aku sayang giler kat CLK. Tulah harta paling mahal dan paling berguna yang pernah aku miliki. I love u so much, CLK. Di mana kan ku cari ganti. Huhu...!