The rest of me.

I knew I am Japanese..haha...sort of..

I found a cool website, www.myheritage.com, from Farah's blog (promote sket)..It runs face recognition, to seek few other famous people who looked like you. Kinda self-esteem booster... :p Well, even the beautiful actors and actresses has their own "not-so-good-looking" side..which is us...the commoners...ahaha...Peace!

Poopie trap

This is a great experience indeed.

We missed the horse fair in Ballinasloe, as both me and Saz went back to Galway last weekend.

But the horse left something for us..their 'waste' all over the street, from our home in Dun Esker to the hospital (which is about 20 minutes walk from our house).
And the smell!! Astaghfirullah!! Thank God for the blocked nose!

We hopped along the street, hop..hop..hop..to escape the 'poopie' trap.


Yeah, me and Saz..I bet we can win the Teng-Teng tournament, if there's one.

We're thinking of going to the funfair last night, but the thought of stepping on the horse poo killed the idea. Yeah, missed the Merry Go Round. Missed the Ferris Wheel. And maybe missed winning the ugly pink teddy bear from 'Hit the Can' or 'Shoot the Hoop'

Well...atishoo! atishoo! They all fall down..lalalalalala....

Peace.


P/S: Dr Clarke's team is superb! LOVE THE TEAM!

for the love of MINI

Gosh!

For the last 2 weeks...I've been seeing MINI!!!





The blue metallic, the royal grey and the yellow MINI One
The solar red metallic MINI One Convertible
The space blue MINI Cooper S Checkmate.

sigh

I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I LOVE MINI. I love you. But your love is too expensive.



Yeah, you know I love you so...lalalalalalala....

mulut

Kerana mulut badan binasa.

Berjenaka ada batasnya. Mungkin tak nampak seketara sempadan Sarawak dan Kalimantan. Malah, apa batas berjenaka? Sukar nak diukur, kerana manusia dilahirkan berbeda-beda.

Batas yang mudah adalah yang terlahir dari perasaan yang terzahir. Andai aku gelak, maka jenakalah ia. Andai aku berkecil hati? Kurang ajarlah namanya.

Kerana mulut badan binasa.

Pesan pada diri: Bermula Ramadhan ini, aku berdiam diri sahaja. Bercakap akan hal yang penting sahaja, kurangkan maksiat mulut i.e. mengumpat dan bergosip dan andai berjenaka, biarlah kena dengan gayanya. Kurang dosa mulut. Kau orang, macam mana pula??? Tak insaf-insaf ke??

Lucu. Orangnya baik, agamanya lengkap, sopannya ayu. Tapi mulutnya? Cabik...Cabik....

smile

Last night (approximately 2am), Nina called me. She's back in KL, for her grandma's funeral. For someone, who has been staying in oversea for a long time, I'm surprised that she had forgotten the time difference between KL-Ireland. I guess, grievance confused her.

It's a 15 minutes call. Yet, she seemed (sound) quite happy. Jovial and bubbly as always. She refused to talk about her grandma, whenever I asked her about it. She didnt know this, but I regarded her as Angel of Happiness. She emanated happiness to those around her even though she's in a low mood. One day, I'm afraid, she'll burst so hard for bottling up too much, too long.

I wonder why she called me too early in the morning. And sincere as she always is, she admitted that she called me to querie about him. Nothing about the grandma. Ahhh..should have known that. I told her, simply, that both me and him got bored with each other. Full stop. After all, why should I spare my sadness to others who is in the cloud anyway?

Instead, I filled her in with stories on my lovely Irfan. Irfan this, Irfan that. As I done talking about Irfan, she blurted out, "Marisa, you're so obssessed with Irfan. Luckily, my short term memory is functioning well or I would have thought that he's yours!!"

I laughed. Of course I'm obssessed with him. Anyone (who is in the situation as me) would feel the same way too. Irfan is a unique baby. He smiles all the time. But the best smile would be the one as he wakes up from sleep. Such lovely and sweet smile that is. He smiles when you bath him, change him, feed him....all the time! And for someone (like me) who dont get much smile from others, I find that, a great blessing.

- A smile can make one's day. A sincere acknowledgement can make one's day. An effort to listen to others whining can make one's day. People like Najaa, or Mazni, make other people like me feel very happy, because they smile all the time, and when they do, they smile wholeheartedly. When you live long enough, and learn to study others behaviour, you'll notice that smile can be of many sort: sarcastic, innocent (yet not), flirtitious, ignorance.... Those sort of smiles - make you feel further down the hole.

I'm sorry I dont smile a lot. I sneer, smirk, make faces, but I dont smile. Lame as it may be, but I cant smile. I can blame the assymetrical TMJ and the small eyes, but I wont do that. That would be...ingratitude.

-Senyumlah selalu. Senyum itu sedekah pada hati yang gundah-

budak baru vs aku

Semalam, budak2 baru sampai.

Semalam jugak, aku sedar aku dah final year.

Aku agak, macam ni lah perasaan akak2 final year masa kitorang pertama kali sampai di Galway. Teringat balik dengan akak2 yang sehousemate dengan aku masa aku mula2 sampai dulu. Kak Aida yang comel, Kak Zeti yang sarcastic, Kak Fida yang lemah lembut dan Kak Ida yang pendiam. Aku nak kater "terima kasih" buat akak2 ni, sebab diorang la, tahun pertama aku kat Galway ni, aku agak tabah sket. Especially buat Kak Zeti yang tarik aku masuk teksi, yang kemudiannya sedar dia dah tersalah amik budak. Kalau tak, aku dah lama dok Ardillaun. Nasib aku tak dok Ardillaun...no offence....eheh....

Kadang2 kita slalu perasan diri kita ini muda sentiasa. Cewah. Sampailah satu tahap itu, di mana, kita dah dikelilingi oleh orang yang lagi muda dari kita...barulah kita sedar diri ni dah tua. Tiba masa dah nak blah dari sana.

Ye, terasa diri sangat tua (walaupun umur masih 23), sebab tengok budak2 baru ni comel2 dan kecik2 belaka. Punyalah zaman akak2 senior aku dulu, besar2 dan tinggi2 belaka. Orang makin naik tahun makin kecik...pelik...

Dah tua, maksudnya jugak dah maju ke depan. Tak kisah ah, bidang akademik ke (statik..tak pernah2 nak overall 1st class), bidang ekonomi ke (agak maju sebab duit saham dah masuk ribu2 ngalahkan duit saham mak), agama ke (mundur sedikit sebab cuti summer aku jadik "setan"), atau sosial (mundur jugak....)...

OVERALL: statik

Tak tau lah nak jadik apa ngan aku ni.

Ye, aku budak final year. Tahun ni, aku dipanggil kak Marisa. Cukup tahun aku grad. Aku tak pandang jauh. Tak macam orang lain, aku takde wawasan. Wawasan aku ialah to get through every day, alive.

Generasi ke-8

Dah sampai Galway. Bosan pulak. Rindu ngan Irfan. Rindu ngan Dudin. Rindu ngan mama dan papa.

Semalam, kakak aku cerite dia dah botakkan si Irfan. Nak kasi tumbuh rambut baru. Harap2 raya nanti, tumbuh lebat sket. Aku tengok gambar "irfan botak", cina abis muka budak tu. Tak kene langsung dengan bapak nyer yang melayu itam tu. Ikut belah kakak aku yang cina putih la..ehehe.

Pengajaran dari intro yang singkat kat atas tu, aku nak cakap, janganlah memilih pasangan hidup semata2 nak anak yang comel. Contohnya, tengok kakak aku ngan husband dia. Keluar anak, comel gak, putih cam mak nyer. Ahaha. Contoh lain, tengok mak bapak aku sendiri. Mak bapak aku dulu, mak aku putih, bapak aku cerah...ahaha. Tengok2 kuar anak sorang, si Azam, gelap abis......ahahahahah..tapi muka iras2 cina. Aku slalu panggil dia cina itam...ahaha.

Hari tu, kakak aku cerita masa dia kat Sibu, Uncle Philip i.e. adik mak aku, pun ada kat Sibu gak time tu. Dia baru balik dari NZ masa tu sebab nak trace family member, nak buat kitorang punya family tree. Rerupernyer Irfan ni cucu pertama datuk nenek cina kitorang dan merupakan generasi ke-8 dari keturunan Wong yang start dari Tanah Besar China. Agak lucu jugak sebab Uncle Philip beriya2 try nak translate nama kitorang ke sebutan cina. Nama "Marisa" jadik "Malisa". Nama "Muazzam" jadik "Mu Ah Cam". Si Izzuddin jadik "Ih Ju Din". Nama kakak aku "Ruhiyati" tak dapat tukar. Last2 Uncle Philip pakai jek nama timangan dia iaitu "Dayang" jadik "Diana"....ahahahah...Gelak abis aku dengar nama baru kakak aku...dari sedap2 nama Indonesia, jadik nama orang putih...eheheh.....

Kazen Peggy aku, anak Uncle Sinang, kawen bulan 12 ni. Beriya2 diorang suruh kakak aku datang, sebab nak Irfan ada kat majlis tu. Cayalah....Irfan ketua generasi ke-8 keluarga Wong...tabik sama lu Mat Pan!!!