After Bersih

Today Malaysians are entering the second day of BERSIH 4 Rally. The whole day yesterday I scrolled through the newsfeed on every social network there is. I was busy doing revision with my kids since today they are sitting for their fourth progressive exams. I could only wait for updates from friends who have decided to be part of this huge, historic rally.

I was wondering throughout the day. Will there be another Bersih Rally next year? We have had four series by far.
I was wondering how Najib would react to this year's rally? Whether Rosmah could at least shut her eyes all night? The rest of the Razak clan?
I could not sleep last night as I was busy browsing through the pictures of the rally going-ons via Facebook and Instagram.
I must say, I was very impressed this time,
I read the comments posted by netizens, locals and foreigners alike.
Positive and negative feedbacks, some were even unsure of their own stances.

Yes, a bad leader should discontinue his/her reign. Every nation in this world deserves someone who is able to protect and provide for the people.

Nevertheless, I could not help myself asking these questions:

What's next after this rally? Will the people be able to topple the culprit from his throne in unison?
The future, will it be brighter? Or will it be bleaker?

Even after cleaning up the mess, will they be able to keep up with maintaining the spic and span state?

The world is watching.

Single vs Non-Single

 An old friend contacted me last night via Wechat.

Just for a catch-up kind of convo.

We were just updating each others’ stories until at one point he asked me.

“You got yourself a boyfriend now?”

I denied. Well, that’s the truth.

It was odd for someone who’s already in a relationship asking me such question.

He replied:

“It’s not healthy to stay single for a long time, you know?”

I got a bit worked up when he said that. Just as I was about to shoot him back, he sent another message:

“Don’t be like me. Stuck.”

That immediately put a huge question exclamation slash question mark above my head.

Stuck? What did he mean by STUCK?

I let him take the wheel that moment. He shared about him having trouble with his girlfriend. Telling me that he can’t stand his other half being “kiasu”, not letting him win at least once.

“But I thought that’s normal for any couple, right?”

“It’s just that I think she’s being too much. My ex-was like that too. I don’t know why most of the women that I got hooked up with are basically the same! Girls are all the same, you know!”

“Errrr...bro, do not forget. I AM A GIRL too! Question from me; why don’t you guys take a break in between. Give yourself some space to figure things out. And why do you keep ending up with the same type of women?"

Here comes Fiona the psychoanalyst. Demmit!

Again I let him do the talking. My replies for the next half an hour were NOs, YUPs, OKs and OHs.

And he summed up, he’s always UNLUCKY.

“Hey. If you think you’re the only one being the unfortunate one in this world, think again. Think of the rest billions of people out there. Everyone goes thru crappy moments in life. Even a jovial kid can be pretty grumpy when his ice-cream falls out of the cone! Blaming on your relationship won’t work much, bro.”

“But I have done so much for her! She’s still not happy. I have threatened to leave her if she continues behaving that way towards me! But she said she can’t stay without me."

“You. Got. A. Problem.”

“What’s that?”

“You are giving in. Too much. Let her taste her own medicine once in a while lah!”

“I don’t have the heart la sis...”

Now it’s my turn to shoot back.

(Smirk. Evil grin.)

“You think that’s HEALTHY for you?”

Silence. For at least ten minutes.

I was about to carry on with my sketching practice when my phone beeped.

As expected. Hah!

“I am unlucky. Very unlucky.”

“So, do you still want to be the UNLUCKY one? Like forever?”

“Of course, NO!”

“Tell you what. Let’s not make simple things more complicated, alright? You may blurt NONSENSE right to my face. But I don’t care! I used to think I am unlucky too. But those who’ve stayed with me through thick and thin, they put their faith in me, telling me I’m a fighter and I’m a strong person (flatter myself a little, c’mon lah). Knowing that I am strong, I got to find ways to at least make me appreciate a little goodness left in me. I am sure you can do it too, bro.”

“How?”

“Bro, there’s no specific manual, bro. I know there are self-help books and websites out there, but not 100 percent accurate or applicable to every person’s needs! It depends on yourself to discover what you need. People can be cheerleaders for you but you are your own engine. Like cancer cell, we all have that one thing called willpower, but I try not to make it so “pakar motivasi punya janji” lah OK. That power you have in you, you decide yourself whether to activate it or not!”

“Eshh...Malas lah!”

“See what I mean?”

“What?”

“You said MALAS. You decide it bro.”

Silence round TWO.

As I was about to put down my phone, another message came in again.

“Sis. A guy can easily nuts over you!”

That LOL moment but of course I had to let out a silent LOL. It’s almost midnight.

“OK la tu. He goes nuts kah, bananas kah, durians kah, I don’t really care. As long as he does not make my life a living hell.”

“Hope you’ll find the right one soon sis. We aren’t getting any younger now.”

Amboih, mak neneknya kau ni.

“Bro, there’s an Arabic saying. Kun fayakun. It will happen when it will. I just let things fall into places on their own timing. Don’t worry about me. There’s so much things more than just getting a life partner, bro. I may end single all my life but I tend to worry less. The journey ahead is still a mystery. Speaking of getting older, we are not Benjamin Button. But it does not mean we need to kill the inner child we’ve had all these years. That little kid inside is the reason to make a person feels happy and alive despite the age changes.”

Probably that silenced him off after he called it a night in the last text message.

At the crossroad...AGAIN!

It's been 3 years since I got home for good. Recalling the time I returned to Miri, I was pretty much a mess myself.
Yes, three years have passed. How time flies.
And so many things happened within that three years.
I must consider myself as a lucky person too, to be honest.

Nevertheless, I do feel that I am standing at that particular crossroad.
Like I used to many moons ago.
I have a permanent job and I get to do things I love most, sketching.
I am thankful many people have seen my works and glad most of them fancy them.

Again, I do feel I am standing at that crossroad.
Should I make another leap of faith?
Should I opt another roller-coaster ride?
Should I embark another adventure?

Frankly speaking, I m beginning to feel bored with the life I have now. And this is dangerous.
Very dangerous because it can hurt me and those around me.

I am unsure which path to take this time.
I am no longer young, well physically that is.
The child in me seems to be restless more than ever.
I fail to understand her ridiculous needs this time.
That child is becoming more of a rebel lately.
She keeps telling me to break the rocks ahead of us.
I am tired of telling that child to calm down.

I am standing at this crossroad now, figuring which path to choose this time. I envy those who keeps on moving to various phases  in life. Really, I am envious of such fortunate people. My lips are tightly sealed, hoping I won't simply shoot unnecessary verbal missiles. But I cannot stop my mind and heart from screaming vulgarities especially if my buttons are pushed.

This is pretty daunting and exhausting at the same time.

There are loads of people that I need to please. I am weary being the crowd/people pleaser, every single time. I guess that's why the inner child keeps knocking my head to open my eyes to all these.

Here I am...standing at the crossroad again.

Young Love

There's this one student in my class who has this weird rather peculiar habit of standing near  our door whenever she's done with works and all. Yes it's a 15-year-old girl.

She's been doing this since February this year. Later I found out from her that her boyfriend is in the next classroom. You see, our classroom's door is partially glass (on top). 

To be honest, I thought she was only joking. You know how kids love to throw pranks at us adults.

But this one, the whole class verified her confession. She has a boyfriend who is a year younger than her.

One more thing. Every week she'd ask me this question: 

"Teacher, do you think my Adam (not his real name) is handsome?" I just smiled at her first. Not knowing what to say. So I'd reply (again and again), "He's OK lah. Cute too."

And she seems not so happy with how I reply every now and then. So in the end, I'd give in and say "OK, he's handsome".

The rest of her friends told me that once a month Adam would bake cookies for her. He even walks with her after class to a fitness centre where her mom waits for her.

I did ask her "Does your mom know that you and Adam are dating?" She said YES.

Wow! Lucky girl, I said to myself.

When I had my first boyfriend 17 years ago, I had to date discreetly. My mother wouldn't allow me to have a boyfriend at such young age. But I did have one, met him at a church camp. I didn't do the first move, of course. We dated for 7 months until one day my mother discovered about us. So she gave me two choices; break up with him or she'd drag us both to the altar. The 15-year-old me freaked out and I broke up with him. Poor lad. My mother's the ultimate villain here, don't you think?

If you ask me, what happened to my first boyfriend later on? Now he is a happily married man with two young boys. Good for him.

Recently, the head teacher (sort of, since he does all the syllabus back at my workplace) came up with a topic on the negative sides of getting involved in puppy love relationship for the students to work on; they were assigned to write a report based on that topic. I found the points given on that sheet were a bit odd. Basically, the points seemed biased. When I handed out the sheets to my students, our Juliet (not her real name) kept quiet throughout the session. The moment I announced the topic to the class, it wiped the smile off her face. I felt guilty in a way. But I had to do my job. To compensate the negative feelings that surrounded us (I think some of the kids are in their respective puppy love thing too, judging by their reactions), I gave some good sides of being in love at young age. I told them one has to be smart balancing reality and the joy of being in love. Juliet beamed out of sudden when I did that.

Just wow...

Two years and still counting.

While most Malaysians have been busy crooning the litany of woes over the newly-implemented GST since Wednesday (of all the days, they chose 1st of April, cheesecake's sake!), I realize that I have been serving this learning centre for the past two years now. I began my job as an English language tutor here in Miri on April's Fool Day in 2013.

The biggest and the best joke to date, well sort of!

In just two years I have taught many young minds who were and are in dire need of help when it comes to mastering the global lingua franca.
To be honest, I am not a professionally trained tutor/educator. I did bachelor's degree in TESL halfway before I switched to performing arts and I graduated with Diploma in Theatre from UiTM. I spent almost 4 semesters for degree in theatre later on. Nevertheless, I had a harsh brush with one of the academicians in my campus and fell sick at the same time. That prompted my decision to return to my hometown on 15th December in 2012. Without the bachelor's degree, of course.

I recall how my parents, especially my mother, pressing me to find a job here. I was jobless for three months. One March evening a couple years ago, I went out with a former classmate. She told me that a tuition centre was searching for a part-time tutor. Since English language is my forte, she asked me to try my luck. Few days later I gained the courage to call up the centre, followed by an interview and VOILA! I got the job (I began as a part-timer) the very next month.

First few months I struggled as majority of the children speak only Mandarin. I was assigned to handle Transition levels and primary school levels as well. Nevertheless, I have never had problems in trying to adapt to languages.Since then, as I try to fix their English language skills, they generously try to teach me basic Mandarin. Oh dear! I should have tried harder at mastering Mandarin back in campus years ago.

But the journey wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. I did have one big kid (a bully) in my Transition class. A real pain in the arse, I must say. Weeks by weeks, I attempted to stay calm while having to be bothered by his nerve-wrecking antics during class. Until one day, he really pushed my limit button and I broke my "cool teacher" record. I screamed at him. The result? He refused to join the class and the mother even told my boss that her son wouldn't return if I am still teaching that class. Yes, I know, classic case of TEXTBOOK sample of SPOILT BRAT. But that didn't halt me from getting a cool offer to be a permanent/full-time staff at the centre months after the incident.

2014 was quite a year for me. I got the shock of my life when one of my students fell into epileptic seizure one afternoon. I went blank when the boy collapsed and there's so much blood and saliva on the floor. How can I ever forget that incident? My student had a close brush with Death and I was so helpless.

My 31st birthday was another unforgettable experience too. One of the classes that I taught last year found out about my birth date and they set me up. Cool birthday prank, to be honest.

Now that I have entered the second year of my service as a tutor here, I am looking forward to several more years of teaching experience. And oh! I almost forgot this. I began to teach arts since last August and this year I have gained 4 students. I take it as a blessing in disguise as gazillions years ago, I did think my artistic talent was sort of a hand-down jinx. But hey! The old rules DO NOT APPLY anymore. New games of survival are flowing in. I hope to utilize my skills and knowledge as long as I live.

The year of the Ram enters!

Hello everyone!
Guess it's not too late for me to wish everyone A BLESSED NEW YEAR.

I purposely did not say HAPPY because once again we were shocked with the Airasia aircraft mishap that claimed about 162 lives on board.

What a tragedy to end the year 2014. Plus, we're still saddened by the missing MH370 MAS plane and the doomed MH17 MAS aircraft bound for Kuala Lumpur from Amsterdam.

2014 was a year of tragedy, I must say. The people of South Korea were hit by the sunken Sewol ferry that got over 300 people perished in it. The Arab world was  stricken by the mad so-called terrorists ISIS or ISIL that targeted the Arab Christians.

I don't want to sound like I am a street preacher blabbing about doomsday and all but we are on the verge of the end of the world.

I may be sitting comfortably in an air-conditioned room, be it at home or at workplace. Looking at things via the mass media, I feel nothing but heartache and anger.

Politicians have become circus entertainers. Now this is not quite a new scene. It's just that the plots are getting more and more interesting....and ridiculous as well.

Where do people like us, civilians, stand now?

By the way, I do hope the ram brings in comfort to compensate what the mighty horse had done in the past year.

Hope is all I have although things may turn out vague.

Bee-Yoo-ELEL-Why...? wadahel?

So, smart enough to read the title of the post above? Tacky! B.U.L.L.Y lah. Saja gedik tulis kedak ya. Why am I writing about this out of sudden? I was browsing through some FB profiles of my friends (not stalking, okay, ya lain dah ya!), I came across a profile of someone I knew when I was a child. Jeng jeng jeng!

Ingin juak ku madah orang ya secret crush ku tek, tapi bukan (the epic evil laugh). Tapi orang ya pernah buli aku dalam kadar yang terlalu kerap sampey aku trauma tahap Himalaya juak. Ingin ku berkhabar pasal giney nya buli aku dolok, tapi bila aku diat rupa nya dah jadi manusia tek nak; dah nikah, ada anak sorang dah. So, sik adil juak mun aku coba maok aibkan nya balit (kadar peratusan 'personal vendetta' dah menurun secara mendadak). All I can say now is that, rasa syukur juak tangga nya dah betul2 jadi manusia.

Manusia. Memang ciptaan Tuhan yang menakjubkan. Manusia kaji perihal manusia.
Manusia punya perihal dikaji oleh manusia.

Buli isu bukan biasa, tetapi ia memang biasa terjadi.

 

Obviously, tok gambar pakey ngias post ku tek nak? Tapi kena ngan topik.

 

Oh my Inggerisssshh!!

Where you go?

Toilet, why?

No lah. You go next time, you wait me first.

I cannot lehh...I wait long-long, it want to come out  oredi lehhh....

I don't friend you la like that.

OK lah, I no rugi oso.

(pause) 

Eh hungry. We go eat.

Eh, you say you no friend me one.

Later after we eat, we no need to friend, you go far-far....

"Silent-silent the potato got some flesh"

....Diam-diam,, ubi berisi katanya..Gadis itu dalam diam dah ada yang intai. Selama ni, dia lah wanita besi (karat), dia lah hati kering, tak mudah tewas pada pujuk rayu kaum Adam. Selama 72 bulan selepas peristiwa dikecewakan oleh salah seorang keturunan nabi pertama dunia itu, gadis itu bertekad untuk "delete" maksud cinta sesama manusia dalam kepala otak dia. 72 bulan yang sebelum 72 bulan yang tadi, dia memutuskan hubungan dengan jejaka hingusan (sebab gadis itu berasa sangat tidak sesuai untuk bercinta hanya kerana gelaran "budak hingusan" turut melekat pada dahinya). Apa nak dihairankan, hubungan bawah tanah selama 7 bulan pastinya tidak ke mana. Kawalan ketat di kubu sendiri mengalahkan tentera Firaun...oh, ampun! Terbawa-bawa pula Sang Penulis.
Gadis diintai Sang Teruna melalui dunia siber. 2 tahun Sang Teruna asyik mengintai di dinding MukaBuku. Dua tahun bersamaan 24 bulan. Padahal Sang Teruna sudah mengenali Gadis semenjak zaman mula membaca huruf-huruf rumi di sekolah. Usia mereka cuma setahun bezanya. Sebumbung (satu sekolah) sehingga masing-masing tamat sekolah menengah. 12 tahun berlalu, masing-masing merantau. Mark Zuckerberg, anak Amerika berbangsa Yahudi mencipta fenomena yang dipanggil MukaBuku (sila terjemah ke Bahasa Inggeris jika rajin). Itulah jasanya, kerana fenomena itu menjadi tali penyambung hubungan Sang Teruna dan Gadis.
Bulan ketiga dalam tahun kedua belas selepas Y2K, Teruna akhirnya bersuara bertanya khabar kepada Gadis. Selang sebulan, dari MukaBuku, Sang Teruna memberanikan diri, menghulur nombor telefon kepada Gadis. Tapi Gadis lebih berani, kerana Gadis lah yang pertama sekali membuat panggilan "hangit" di tengah malam. Bila keduanya sudah bersuara, Teruna bersuara, katanya ingin melamar Gadis, tidak mahu terlepas lagi kali ini. Gadis senyap, kaget. Teruna cuma guna ayat ini: Moga Tuhan buka hati awak buat saya.
Kini, keduanya belum bersua muka, cuma bertukar gambar melalui e-mel.
Kini cuma menunggu masa untuk Gadis kembali ke kampung halaman. Teruna pula tidak sabar menanti kepulangan walau hanya untuk sementara waktu...
Ke manakah lagi arah tuju Teruna dan Gadis selepas ini?

Contengan Ketika Bosan 2: Rayuan Kasanova Rookie

Adik sayang,

Ini janji Abang.

Andai laut dan pantai

Terpisah kerana badai,

Sanggup Abang satukan semula.

Adik janganlah berduka.

Adik sayang, 

Ini janji Abang.

Jika langit terbelah dua,

Akan Abang ciptakan semula

walau bercantum awan lara.

Tidak sayang,

Jangan sayang,

Tolong sayang...

Kenapa adik tinggalkan Abang?

Tiada lagi cahaya bulan terang,

Merana lagi hati yang radang.

Abangkah yang bersalah?

Abang bersumpah!

Janganlah Adik marah,

Nanti hodoh macam Kak Limah...

New Year but not entirely new stuff

OK, my last post was in October twenty eleven. And I told some of my friends that I owed some posts on commenting or reviewing their plays and et cetera. Tapi kalau dah berbulan-bulan, kalau dah berkulat memang tidak keluar lagi lah kan? Anyways, it's been over two weeks after Gregorian New Year, so Happy New Year all! Masa aku menulis post ini, aku masih menunggu flight nak balik ke Kuala Lumpur yang indah permai. Erghh!! Sungguh tidak lah, tetapi apa kan dayaku, itu juga tempat aku korek ilmu dan mencari rezeki. Bertahan dan berhati kering, bak kata bapak aku. I spent five days in the Jewel of Kedah, Langkawi Island. First time aku datang ke pulau lagenda ini. Sepuluh tahun aku menetap di bumi Malaysia Barat, baru sekarang aku berpeluang nak jelajah ke sini dan ke sana.
New year but tak ada yang baru sangat lah. Negara aku makin "sakit", itu sahaja yang aku boleh katakan di sini. Tahun baru digemparkan dengan berita sekumpulan penuntut IPTA membuat demonstrasi. Mereka dipersalahkan, katanya sibuk nak tunjuk perasaan, masa depan digadaikan. Aku seperti biasa hanya mampu jadi pemerhati "invisible". Bagi aku, mereka tidak akan "gila" begitu sahaja. Pokok balak tu takkan tumbang kalau orang tak kapakkan. Minta ampun, malas nak guna perumpamaan pokok kelapa, cliche.
Tahun lepas juga adalah tahun aku bergusti dengan bala, tetapi aku seperti belia-belia tadi, aku takkan jadi "gila" macam tu sahaja. One clue: GILA KUASA.
I'll stop here for now, getting ready to board the plane. Back to hell. Bye.

Get down,get down and move it all around!

Mula-mula awal tahun 2011, Ben Ali lari dari Tunisia, lepas tu Ali Abdullah Saleh pun rancak berkonflik dengan Yemen.SettleYemen, rakyat Mesir pun bangkit gulingkan Mubarak sampai terlantar atas katil orang tua tu. Tanggal 22 Ogos 2011,dunia menjadi saksi warga Tripoli bersatu menggulingkan seorang lagi pemerintah kuku besi, kawan baik Ben Ali, anak Pak Saleh dan si Mubarak,the ever gay-like dressed, Muammar Gaddafi. 4 dekad pegang kuasa akhirnya,ditamatkan tanpa rela.

4 dah jatuh,yang gambar bawah ni bila lagi lah nak turun takhta?

Yang si tembam rambut putih yang seorang lagi, pun tak lama lagi akan dapat mimpi seram terbaik!

Mongolia is still not done with YOU, France coming up!

SMILE OLD CHAPS!

Cuba teka? Boleh?

Apa yang korang boleh ceritakan daripada ilustrasi ini? Cuba ceritakan, boleh? Selamat mencuba!

Day One August, Day One Ramadhan

Tarikh hari ni dalam kalendar Gregorian dan kalendar Hijrah seiring. Satu sama Satu. Sejarah! Tak pasti kalau ianya pernah berlaku masa aku kecik dulu. Hari ni aku duduk dengan kawan-kawan "team" pengkaji untuk sebuah projek filem seorang pembikin filem tempatan yang bakal 'shooting' hujung tahun ni. Hari ni aku menikmati detik-detik akhir aku memegang angka 27 (selalunya aku akan berkata usia sebenar aku adalah 17 tahun, sebahagian cara untuk memotivasikan diri untuk 'stay young at heart'). Esok, dalam jam 10.34pagi, rasmi umur aku bertukar angka ke 28. 28? Wow! Nombor kegemaran. 28 juga menandakan tarikh hari mak aku beranakkan aku. Aku dilahirkan pada hari ke-2 dalam bulan ke-8.
Aku takda mood nak celebrate, dah tua-tua tengahari macam ni, tak rock sangat lah nak tiup lilin or kena mandi air campuran tepung gandum, sos cili dan telur mentah. Aku cuma berdoa agar Yang Kat Atas tu bagi aku peluang untuk bangun pagi esok dengan jayanya. Itu lah 'birthday present' yang paling best sebenarnya. Kalau mati mengejut nanti, (kalau betul la jadi hantu haha macam Casper), sedih tak berlagu dengar lagu hari jadi.
Hari ni nak kata aku join puasa tu, tak jugak lah...aku ada makan roti and minum air jus dalam pukul 12.30 tadi sebelum ke kelas di Setia Alam. Aku hormat kawan-kawan aku yang beragama Islam yang sama-sama duduk buat kerja dalam ofis sekarang ni. Aku bab puasa, makan boleh tahan...air saja lah masalah nya haha!
OK lah. Opening bulan Ogos serta Ramadhan tahun ni tak banyak sangat kisahnya. Nanti-nanti sajalah aku sambung cerita aku ya.

Selamat Berpuasa dan Selamat Minggu Persahabatan. 

I love AUGUST!

My name is Maria and I'm a Pinoy.

Masa aku tengah leka drive kereta tadi, aku khusyuk pulak dengar iklan serbuk pencuci jenama Daia. Perbualan antara seorang suri rumah tempatan dan pembantu rumahnya yang bernama Maria. Loghat Maria sah-sah Filipina yang agak pekat.
Aku terfikir, kalau sebut wanita Filipina, gerenti selalu jumpa yang bernama Maria. Aku fikir balik, kalau Malaysia, selalu dapat perempuan bernama Wati, Yati, Ida dan Ina. Indonesia pulak, mesti akan dapat jumpa Yanti, Sari, Dewi, Rikka Sumanto (hah?). Kalau Sepanyol, Rosamaria, Corazon, Maria jugak, Rosalinda, Paloma..Jepun pulak Aiko, Ayumi, Reiko, Kiko Kiki Lala segala...
Aku nak jawab apa pulak dengan nama aku ni?
 Susah sangat, aku jawab:

Aku ni United Nations sikit.

Makan macam orang Jerman

Kawanku yang bernama Azim Sharim telah berjasa besar dalam bab mematahkan semangat aku untuk mengurangkan tabiat makan berlebihan. Kenapa aku cakap macam tu? Dia telah memperkenalkan restoran German Deli kepada aku dan beberapa orang sahabat kami. Pertama kali aku menjejakkan kaki di restoran ini, sebulan yang lalu, tidak akan pernah aku lupa saat pertama kali aku berdepan dengan burger yang diberi nama Megaton 500g. Sungguh ku tak percaya. Aku makan macam orang Jerman, kononnya!

German Deli punya signboard.

Inilah dia restoran German Deli di Ampang. Azim kata ini adalah HQ restoran ini. Cawangan lain ada di Ara Damansara dan Putrajaya.

Yang digambarkan sedang melantak burger dengan rakusnya adalah pemilik serta pengasas restoran German Deli yang bernama Mohd Nazrin @ Ludwig Gaisbauer, seorang muallaf berbangsa Jerman yang telah bermastautin di Malaysia. Azim kata yang paling hujung atau belakang mamat yang tampak sedikit kerdil itu adalah anaknya. Melihat rupa mereka berdua membuatkan aku musykil sedikit.

Inilah dia keistimewaan German Deli, burger Megaton. Tak percaya kah kalau aku cakap saiznya lebih besar daripada tapak tangan aku? Baik. Tak apa.

Jadi, bagaimana? Sudah percayakah anda?

Jadi, kalau ada masa, cubalah anda makan macam orang Jerman ya.

Sekali Lagi

Bukan. Ini bukan pasal aku nak cerita pasal filem Sekali Lagi. Ini pasal aku buat blog SEKALI LAGI. Apa dah jadi dengan blog aku yang satu lagi? Ada lagi. Hidup lagi. Cuma kalau aku rasa nak gedik-gedik aku conteng la kat situ, buat masa ni aku bagi blog yang satu lagi tu "rehat".

Kenapa aku gatal tangan nak buat blog baru ni aku sendiri tak pasti. Gatal tangan la katakan. Blog ini lahir ketika penyanyi pop British Amy Winehouse selamat dikebumikan dan aku masih lagi dalam suasana pilu pemergian pembikin filem kegemaran aku, Allahyarhamah Hajjah Yasmin binti Ahmad. 2 tahun dah dunia filem tanahair ni suram tanpa kehadirannya. Nanti aku post lagi. Sebagai manusia jahil bernama Fio Kab ni, banyak aku nak cerita. Tapi....biarlah tapi tu disambungkan nanti ya. Salam Aman Damai wahai Warga Planet Ketiga dari Matahari!