For those who have a blog or two and have time to read

There is that high school stuff, MySpace to Friendster then Blog and Facebook. Actually, I don’t know the chronology. I used to have an account for MySpace and Friendster. If you typed my name, you will see a nearly 2 years of unlogged in account of MySpace and a Friendster under my real name but Nanny Fran’s picture with less than 2 friends. I put Nanny Fran’s picture because I love that show especially that funny and full of sarcastic butler. Hehehe… I forgot his name actually and both e-mail together with passwords to log in. Alhamdulillah, I remember my now e-mail which is the fourth account I have created so far though sometimes I confused my YouTube and blog password.

Here in this blog I choose to touch on various topics that interest me cause if not, why should I write and even post it, rite? I wrote about Kpop world, general stuff and me with friends stuff. I choose to write it in a positive way, as best as I could, and I hope best to those who read, with exceptional for Minho’s new nose. This is because, a blog which has its own class, a freedom of opinion with no limitation and bare-naked to public’s eyes and face is a no-no for 4D, ‘Drop Dead Dumb and Disgusting’ post that can call for death. Brutal huh.

A blog though we may call it MY BLOG, is sadly not ours only. Our family, friends, race, country and religion has their own shares. Our blog can tell a story, which we ourselves write. It is just like a novel or a short story. A story though it does not tell the real life events of the writer, in most cases, it reflects what the author believes in and eventually people will link it with their parents, environment, and most extreme, religion. Just like what we had learnt in Novel and Short Story class. It may reflect the author’s behavior, feelings and mind through the way it is presented and the choice of words. If we keep on blogging about our hatred, our prejudice and stuff like that, are we leaving readers with a good impression? Definitely not, unless we serve our friends and anonymous readers from around the globe with intelligent, wise and just good posts.

But that doesn’t mean that we HAVE to blog on knowledgeable, good from its seed till its fruit and stuff like that, just control. A continuous good stuff is awesome, continuous happy events and a little sad news is good, continuous good mix bored stuff is fine but a continuous bad stuff is a disaster. A web disaster. Yes, it is as simple as that. Sometimes, we just have to, we need to, pour our anger or disgust as we are at the peak of patience, we are on the verge of screaming till our throat hoarse in public place, or our mind is at the second of explosion but seriously, control.

If we can control our anger starting after the event that made us pissed off and go back home and membebel kat mak ada orang cari pasal, sleep and eat or pray to God asking some patience and made our Iman stronger, then you remember you have a place to pour out all your anger, so you rock the laptop or computer, connecting the internet, log in to Blog.com, write an emotional essay, and delete, and write again, put “you scumbag of the earth”, or more samseng and ganas b*** dan seangkatan dengannya, and delete it again, thinking it is too harsh, thus replace with another ‘b’ word in English or “go to hell”, as English is subtle than Malay, followed with ABC Spelling & Grammar and click send; we definitely have time to think about our action and its consequences. Importantly, if the topic deals with other people’s life. All of us know that a post in a blog can show us the way to court and even jail and might be in worst case scenario, ISA. I read from a newspaper about a blogger charged with fitnah and was brought to court. A blog can be a platform of truth and reality but it also can be a plantation of lies and fitnah. And if some readers accept lies as truth, and spread to others, a life is affected, justice is disturbed thus trust collapsed.

For me, rather than updating my own blog, I enjoy reading others, I have the thought of deleting my account twice btw. Updating blog is like homework for me. I don’t really enjoy homework though it is for my own benefit. I love reading people’s little world as I love to read on things that I never come cross with. I read from friends to a complete stranger to an extreme anonymous till an extreme famous-glamour-happening-gossip-ME blogs. It is also because of my belief that everyone and each of us has some knowledge or experiences or opinions that are beneficial, which others don’t have or yet to have. Thus, it is a pleasurable thing if we can share it.

Perfect grammar and beautifully written sentences in an interesting topic will leave me with a smile, good impression and envy too that made me say “What a good English/ Malay and what a wise and good perspective such and such can see”. A just shocking, disturbing and 99% annoying blog made me put a face that calls for slaps from family till friends, twice on each cheek. It is not just a matter of portraying our real self, or being honest, it is a matter of ethics in World Wide Web, morals and our own name. Do not take anonymity or freedom of writing as a base for us to touch or stand, for writing trash, rather choose to respect others and give yourself and those that might intentionally or unintentionally affected some respect too. It is not that we will win anything by talking back monitor to monitor towards someone or express hatred and objection. I talk based on experience and observation.

I put my blog under fine category, a continuous good mix bored stuff. In my opinion, a line between good and bored depends on the interest of the readers and writers, but a line between good and bad depends on our belief and moral.

P/s: Respect, relax and response.

On outings and Mr. Ramen

Short semester is very short, ironically there is still a plenty of time to kill. I nearly got sick with boredom. Fortunately I have cool roommates and friends to spent time with.

So far, I’ve went to Genting Highland with cutey honey, Nisa and joined Nani and her clan there. That is my first time going to a fun fair and I hope to go there again with xkuaseknah and family of course.

I’ve been to Taman Metropolitan with all my roommates but sadly on a bad time and a bad day. Insyaallah, I will go there again with proper planning. It is a beautiful place to hang out and play and have picnic.

The third outing which is an unforgettable one is me and Hanis plan of eating Korean food. Hanis and I went to KLCC with just this one mission. But the restaurant was closed! Xlaku kot. I ended up with Yoshinoya and Hanis with Western food.

Last but not least, me and Nisa, again, had some fun time together at Berjaya Times Square. We did a little shopping and lots of window shopping, cuci mata which is a must and have second round lunch or preferably call it as an early dinner; at 3.30 pm. Hahaha…panggil makan petang la…tapi yang berat punya.

We ate at Mr. Ramen and were shocked! Deadly delicious food with rich, creamy and fresh fruit juices! Nisa ordered Japanese Loh Udon which is a risk as we don’t know what the hell Loh means. I ordered a safer choice out of variety of food that is Spicy Tom Yam Seafood Ramen. Very safe choice kan? Ahahhaha…

Nisa’s food came out to be a creamy and thick Mushroom soup with lots of seafood and chicken. The amalgamation of Udon and mushroom soup is perfectly delicious. Udon absorbed the soup’s taste and still leave its original flour taste. An alien to our Malay tongue but we can adapted to it as quickly as 2 spoons. Mana x nyer, sedap yang amat kot. Mine is The Rock. Walaupun Tom Yam datang dari Thailand, orang Nepal pun pandai buat oo though tak sespicy yang I want. depa x kedekut bahan, mangkuk pun besar. Mmg kenyang la. X macam café kat sini. And the price is affordable. I have put aside some money to go there again, this time with Hanis and Huda, after I finish with final exam. I can’t wait. I want to try combo set which is Chicken Katsu Don that comes together with California Roll, Mango Pudding and Japanese Green Tea. Aahhh…sukanya!

Lots of money spent outside means little money to spend inside. Nestum and Quaker oat becomes my staple food now.

Btw, Maryam’s café has improved a lot. There is a lot of variety of food to choose, with clean and welcoming environment. The price is also cheap! Lepas ni agaknya makin berisi la budak Maryam. I love going to Maryam now. Just to inform you girls that Maryam Café won first place during Quality week. Second place is Evoke café. Evoke suddenly murah harini. Mungkin sebab dah tukar cashier kot…Alhamdulillah.

A lesson to remember

In my previous post, I said I wonder what will lose next, and the answer is my wallet.

Me seriously, lost my wallet just this late morning while chit chatting via World Wide Web with Hanis Sulaiman. Me in ITD and she was in her cozy home. I was surrounded with a lot of girls and ironically, broken computers. Based on my poor calculation and memory, I tried four times to log in using four different computers and the smart computers said that I do not put the correct password. At that moment, I really want to have a seat with good and functioning computer to know what the earth is going on with Kpop world!

I am forgetful and I was clumsy.

I jumped from one seat to another and accidently left my wallet on one of the tables. Me deadly think and even now still believe I put my wallet back in my bag! But the evidence and witness says the opposite. After my alarmed clock rang, I quickly wrote daa to Hanis and log off. I did not even once glance back. Well, this is understandable because it is not like I’m leaving my boyfriend on a jet plane. I was only alarmed on this unfortunate event a couple of minutes later while wanting to buy delicious, red and icy cold watermelon juice before run to my Arabic Class. Alhamdulillah I did not ordered it yet, if not, malu besar mak nyah…

I was shocked and after I knew what was missing from my life, I quickly walkathon from HS Café to ITD and found nothing. Not even a clue.

I was wrong.

I ask people there, I loafing around with mega movement as I always do, panicking, and hoping my wallet will come back to me. I nearly broke down. This has been two times I lost my wallet containing all my important cards. My Identity card, two Bank cards, Matric card, The Body shop Card and Dental Card. Excluding my cards, in total; I’ve lost my wallet four times. I even asked for help from my Research Methodology lecturer. Kebetulan jer jumpa. I went to Pak Guard Station and filled forms. The officer there was a very friendly man and showed his sympathized and gave advice. Rhyme. He told me to go back to where I believed my wallet has gone and also checked all female toilets around there. In some cases, wallets are found in toilet with of course no cash, just trash. Rhyme. I followed his advice as Malay says; dengar cakap orang tua. I went to the crime scene again and found a piece of evidence. A note pasted on the door.

Salam,
ATTENTION TO (my full name)
I FOUND YOUR PURSE ON MONDAY AT 10:25AM. COME & CLAIM IT FROM ME, YANA. I’M WAITING YOUR CALL.

I went there thrice, and didn’t see it… the fourth one, Allah opens my eyes and my mouth utters Alhamdulillah and I remember Him more than usual days.

I am always nasii.

I am happy. And I am sad too.

I remembered my days when I lost a hundred plus ringgit, and my Fellow said something that I disagree, then and believe now. My money which was frequently lost might be because I don’t do amal jariah and sadaqah. Sometimes, Allah took back something from us, because it is not ours from the beginning, and also to remind us as we are originally forgetful, that sadaqah is very important. It helps us as well as it helps our Muslim and non-Muslim friends. The same goes to Zakah. A portion from our a’mal mufrad mal is not ours. It is other Muslims portion.
Abah,Mak,Hanis and Yana, the girl that found my wallet, all said, “ pasni hati2” or “ jangan cuai dah”. And I happily accept their advice.

What a lesson to learn, to remember and to be grateful.
So, my answer for previous post is, I am forgetful and careless.

p/s: you girls can contact me using my old number now. (n_n) I am Happy!