Why do you want to be Wannabe?

Dear Wannabe, he is Shakespeare and he is about literature, not a linguist okay!

I first heard of the Wannabe when eating out with Latep. What is wannabe? Oh,
-One who imitates the behavior, customs, or dress of an admired person-. Yes, I think I met many wannabes but don't know the label. Unluckily this one wannabe is near to me. She claimes she read novels by famous authors. She bought all the series of this lady author. I believe her, after all, why would one want to claim something that she does not do?

Then comes the hit. If she really read, why can't she write a simple line? I was confused. Then came by wonderful lecturer's advice- she said the only way to improve your English is by reading. Read what ever you like and you will improve gradually.

Ahah! If she reads, she would not be asking for help to check on her grammar. Oh wannabe, how sad of you. That is why, I must keep this reading habit.

Read on gal!

What lies beneath thee

What lies beneath thee

the mysterious religious

brought me high and low

take me with you

take my life

let me be drunk

before i sleep..

Dead Sea Sunset Waves

How I long to live in a house like this..

My white Kancil 850 is 6 years old. Should I get a new one? I am fond of Proton Savvy but I so could not afford other than Kancil. When thinking about this I still punish myself for being naive a.k.a damn stupid for marrying him. He got my life screwed up and now I have to do everything on my own. I do enjoy my unlimited space and freedom. But sometimes there comes the natural call and I need a shoulder to cry on. Imagine myself in the flaming red Savvy, how so comfy.

I better save more money to rent a better house for my family. I don't need a new car. The kancil will do us fine. A better roof on our head is what we needed most. I want to spend the rest of my life in a house like this. How peaceful. How sincere..

Dear Blog..

An old friend recommended clicking into lots of sites that would pay after submitting articles. Write? Do I have the talent? I know I could but many things are bugging me. This subconscious mind is talking about many things. Why do I blog? Chances are I love to write. Why am I procrastinating? What am I waiting for? No prince charming would come to ask for my hand. Yes, I will write. Dear blog, I promise I will write, at least once a week. Promise to make this blog a more interesting one.

Morning Dose with H.O. Solo

Halim is alone this morning. Kinda miss him last week when Rina was solo. I'm attracted to his sample of hari "adik-beradik" where siblings will get together, without their parents or friends. Good suggestion, i like that. But not applicable for me as my brother passed away a few years

ago.

Standing on the train, been thinking. Yes, I would like to have a "Hari Menulis Surat" to Malaysians- this means writing on a piece of paper and post it! The art of writing letter has long gone. I remember when I was in my second year in ITM, my English lecturer made the class write a letter and submit to him as an assignment. It was in 1990. Nowadays, we are too fond of sms and sending e-mails. People are too technology 'savvy'. Every single words are being shortened. Whatever happen to our stamps? Dont forget the art of licking the stamps. How many people do go to the post office or to the post box to send their letters and compare them to the number of sms and emails we send each day.

So dear Halim, I am suggesting the "Hari Menulis Surat" to all Malaysians, to appreciate the art of writing on a piece of paper, put in an envelope, paste a stamp and post it. I am sure it's going to be interesting.

Rafting?

Had a dream last two days, me and many people rafting at Sg Padas, Sabah. Dear God I was so excited. But of course, as always, its the budget. Promised my girl if she managed to score 5 As, then she will come with me. The beckoning Sabah air, never failed to seduce me..

my morning dose

I only listen to the radio a few minutes in the morning, when driving to LRT station. Before Sinar FM, I listen to Light and Easy. People call me an "old timer". I love retros. Never enjoyed Siti Nurhaliza or other young singers. Ok, back to Sinar. The few minutes of Sinar in my car, I do like the subjects of the morning shows, except for last year when Halim continuosly highlighted to pre-marriage of Siti Nurhaliza. Bored of it. And those callers who keep teasing Halim "bila nak kahwin" thingy. Gosh, Halim should do something about that.

I have always wanted to call Halim and Rina but I'm sure the line would be congested. Don't want to waste my prepaid either. I choose to be a silent listener:)

If only I could call them, I would do so on Friday. Friday has always my emotional and gloomy day. Would I want to share my emotions with Sinar listeners? What value would it give me?

Yesterday morning's theme was "pengalaman tertinggi yang dicapai". I would say it was my Kinabalu climb on November 20,2006. I walked alone for three hours, battling with myself, asking time and time again, why I am doing this? Why am I torturing myself? It was the longest walk ever, EVER. The longest battle with myself. I came to discover my trueself and potentials. I keep telling myself it was "mind over matters", "slowly but surely". Flashes of my children keep coming, every minute. I was totally confused why am doing all this. I prayed and meditated, God please help me to conquer the peak. I gave up countless times. I apologised to those who have sponsored my trip. I was the last to arrive. Alhamdulillah I made it, the very hard way! Been there, done that and I'll never do it again, no THANK YOU!

This morning Rina was alone. The theme was something about "Father's Day". Quickly I recalled memories with my late father. My relationship with my father was not very sweet. The tremendous thing he did was to insist that I go to an English medium school, so that "kamu pandai cakap orang putih". Yes, both he and I succeeded. I went to a Methodist school in Ipoh, knowing nothing about English. I remembered my father subscribed to New Straits Times, that was how I picked up English.

If only father is here, I would like to thank him for where I am now. Feel like tuning in to Michael Buble's HOME. Suddenly I missed every one who has touched my life. Sigh..

To Halim and Rina, thank you. Your morning talks has somehow made me think and write. Don't worry Halim, you will still be bujang tersegak. I like your voice Rina. At least both of you are hundred times better than Shida. She made me believe a bad stammer could be a DJ. Can't stand her host on weekends. Thank you Halim and Rina, you made my day:)