Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Addicted To The Backyardigans...LMFAO

Addicted to the animated show, Backyardigans, featuring, Pablo, the bubbly blue penguin, Tyrone,Pablos's bestfriend, the orange moose, Uniqua,a high-spirited pink creature with polka dots, Tasha, a girl hippopotamous, with red shoes and flowered dress and Austin, a fun loving purple kangaroo..!!

The reason why i'm hooked to this show is the way they 'gelek-gelek' to the songs. And their songs are really awesome! Some of the music sounded asian, and the Backyardigans sure can lenggok' their body to the tunes! I simply enjoyed them and i would dance around with my kids whenever the show is aired..Lmfao...

Listen to one of the amazing Asian-like tune song called "Call Of The Mermaid". Macam lagu Zaleha Hamid ar...

I also have the theme song in English, Spanish, Portuguese, Brazil, Portugal, Japanese and French...(they have a part of the song tuned like how Azean Irdawaty sang, "50 sen, 50 sen.." )

If u wanna hear more of their songs, tune in to Backyardigans every day 11.30am on Kids Central, or just simply YouTube..heh..

~ { 10:11 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;

Friday, April 25, 2008

Tuesday evening filled with anger, fear, worry and bleeding knuckles!

"nak ikut tak?" i asked Putri dat petang.

Groggily, cos she just woke up, she said, "taknak".

I was hesitant at first cos i dunwan her to be alone.

I said, "just stay in the hall in case i knock the door okay, i won't be long." I placed back the key on the table . When i stepped out, i could hear her , "KREK!" locked the door ledge. I dun feel good about this. Belom lagi ckp ape2 dia dah close the door hard and lock the door ledge..ish.But i am sure she willl be at the hall and i wont be long.

I was right. Baru je turun lift, Zul was already waiting. Too fast to be true. He was in a hurry, panting cos he needed to ease himself. Along the way, like a makcik2, i told him to balik, bath, makan and then siap for the silat lesson tonite..yack yack yak....

Sampai kat pintu rumah, we knocked. "Assalamualaikum...syasya..." silence.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!! "Putri..."- no answer

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!! " PUTRI SYASYA!!!"- no answer.

By then i was fuming mad. Budak ni tido ke?Dalam hati dah confirm, bila dia bukak je pintu, sure aku cekik2 batang leher. Still no answer.

This time with a more mighty force, i knocked louder. Real loud. It was a BAM BAM BAM!!!!

still no answer. I tried again, BAM WHAM SLANG, KERPANG, TENDANG!!!..

DANG...still no answer.

i called few times while i knock....
no answer..

By now, we were nearly half an hour outside. Marah bertukar menjadi risau. Is she alright?

Zul started calling out her sister's name.

I was frantically trying to make her pick up the phone.

I tried the BANG WHAM, SLAM, CRAM!!!, very very loudly and by now, i could see from across and below, neighbours' heads popping out. Some i think had derived their own conclusion that this must be some domestic squabble.

BANG! WHAM!! SLAM!! DANG! DANG! DANG! I looked at my knuckles, and it was reddish.
BANG! BANG!BANG!!!!!..my knuckles bled..

Suddenly ada flashback of my teenage life, of how i was locked out.That swollen knuckles and a slight bruise and blood really refreshed my memories. This is not fair! Door ledges are my enemies and now my Putri is locking me, Zul and baby Ash out????

A good neighbour came out and asked me if i forgottten my keys. I said, "worst, my daughter locked me out. she ledged the door.." no one knew wat else to be done. He offered to knock. I said, "Apek. just terajang je the pintu.." Another neighbour came out and asked if i need anything. My son grimaced and said, he needed the toilet. Thank goodness they offered. At first i declined their offer, with the hope that Putri will hear the ruckus, and open the door. But Zul was nearly in tears and my good chinese neighbour insisted.

While he was easin himself, i called Sham. He was really far from home, and he hasnt finish his job. I DEMANDED him to be back cos i really AM SO WORRIED FOR PUTRI. It was getting dark. My house from the corridor was getting soo dark, its Maghrib already, and we were nearly an hour outside, trying to break the house down. With screams and shouts, kicks and punches. It was a real commotion. With neighbours, turnned by turned, offering to call out and PUNCH the door wildly.

After an hour and 10 min, Sham came. Cool as usual, he sempat berlawak.." aiyah, this gal sleep like the mother la.." and the neighbours secara berjemaah sempat ketawakan aku...siak betol..heh..

Sham knocked hard. I told him to just kicked it open instead because i was getting nervous, agitated, afraid something might have happened to her cos she always ever of a heart pain.I was imagining the worst.If anything happened to her, i will never forgive myself!

So he put his red and black Nike on the door, held his hand on the gates and give it one mighty big kick and WOOOOSH!!! the door swinged opened. Everyone rushed in, (including the neighbours) to know wats happened to Putri. We had to turn on the lights cos it was so dark by then. She wasn't in the hall. We called for her.

Not in her room.

When we entered the master bedroom, we say her lying down.

"PUTRI SYASYA!"

She stretched, and yawned, and groggily opened her eyes, looked aound in bewilderment.Blur.Like the Sleeping Beauty who slept for 100 years..pakai big earrings and pearl necklace pulak tu tidur..

" Is she alright?" the neighbours asked.

"Yes, thanks a lot. She just woke up, " i beamed at them, embarrassed for causing soo much trouble, at the same time so relieved that she is alright. I forgot how angry i was but silently felt it was quite a folly on my side for not bringin the keys instead.

After profusely thanking them and apoligising, and while Sham mended the spoilt ledge and door, i went to ask Putri if she heard us calling and knocking the door hard and why on earth is she at my bed instead if at the hall waiting for me?

She just stood there, blank faced.

Haiz...Primary school students so stressed eh..sampai tidur pon tak dgr pintu kena hentam sampai pecah? rabak...

Then i realise, tadi i keluar tak baca the usual, "Bismillahitawakkaltuallallahi.." I keluar tadi mengomel....

~ { 11:26 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;

Thursday, April 10, 2008

lagu dia siimple je..

Satu hari dalam kereta..
i think i was tuning to Sinar FM(87.8) that time, my son, who is in Primary 1, suddenly got interested in this song. He was imitating Kak Eton's high pitched voice, and repeating the chorus after her..When i turned up the volume..lol, lagu classic ni ..krekekekekeke...

He seemed to be enjoyin himself, i pon sekaki jugak joined in the song. At the top of our lungs we go

"bila berkawan..
bila berteman
biarlah ada batasan...

ada yang tua
ada yang muda
bermain api bahaya...."
Lmfao..

~ { 6:20 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;

Kembara Kita

guguran daun adalah hamparan
debunga alam itulah puisi
di celah rimbunan malam
ku cari suatu cahaya

api di laut adalah pedoman
gupalan awan memecah di angkasa
aku yang masih di sini
dunia ku masih suci

lari bersama angin
mengejar dari waktu silam
kembaraku masih jauh
bilakah ia akan berlabuh

guguran daun adalah hamparan
debunga alam itulah puisi
di celah rimbunan malam
ku cari suatu cahaya

lari bersama angin
mengejar dari waktu silam
kembaraku masih jauh
bilakah ia akan berlabuh

~ { 5:38 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Indah...Cantik...Menawan...Mempersona...

...BEAUTIFUL...

I do believe in fate cause that's how we met
It was raining and we were soaking wet
You took the last of cabs on an empty street
Then you smiled at me and said 'take a seat...'

I said do you believe in love at first sight?
You said if you give me a reason I might

Ok, well your hair is wet and your clothes are a mess
And your makeup is all over your face...

And still you're so...

[Chorus]
Beautiful, so, sweet and just adorable
You are a miracle, simply irresistible

You are so beautiful, so, sweet and just adorable
You are the finest thing that I've seen in my life
You're everything that I've ever dreamed of

Now it's been seven years 1 month and a day
Since we met and I'm so happy to say

Today we'll be man and wife and dedicate
Our lives to the precious thing we have called love

So now I'm standing here well dressed and prepared
In a black suit that you told me to wear

And when you're walking in, you amazing thing,
You take my breath away...
Cause you are so.....

[Chorus]

For richer and poorer till death do us part
In sickness, in health you are always in my heart
Till the day when we're old and grey
I will cherish and love you in every kind of way
Cause you are so....

[Chorus]

BOSSON

~ { 10:54 PM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;

Friday, April 04, 2008

haus....

HELP!! I'M FEELING SO DEHYDRATED!!

~ { 10:05 PM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;

The Terrorist In Me..

Actually, i was not totally surprised when i heard news from seberang tambak (included also in the seberang tambak's khutbah Jumaat) to boycott barangan belanda. Watching that short film via YouTube, i could sense a premonition of impending danger worldwide. I just felt that it will be injustice to punish the whole DUtch community just because one dutch politician decided to grunt like a pig and eat his own shit, instead of acting like a human being. In a mini discussion i had with a multiplier contact,
http://kingkapak.multiply.com/journal/item/38/Boikot_Barangan_Buatan_Belanda?replies_read=52,
many would have thought that the Dutch community (or the kafiruns ) sided him and agree to what they see.But the fact is, he failed to successfully negotiate a transmission of the film with any Dutch television station, thus he has to create his own website.Although his intention of releasing the film was subsequently suspended, he managed to leak it all out (thanks to the cyber world..) and successfully create anguish amongst religion.

It reminds me of a song that i know, exploring the idea of the word 'terrorist'. Though, in some parts of this song to me, it somehow talked about infidelity, here is how the singer intrepreted the song.

Tori Amos said,
"There is a song called The Power of Orange Knickers that really kind of . So I put on a pair of orange knickers one morning and I decided if I am going to stalk the idea of a terrorist without having an idea of what one was then I am going to need my orange knickers. And as I started to walk over to the piano I started to think about words that rhymed with 'terrorist' and the song kept drawing me in, and drawing me in deeper and deeper and deeper and it said yes it is easy to see the enemy if it is in another country. It's easy to see the enemy in another culture. Find the enemy in your own culture. Then find the enemy in your own being. And she's there. We all have this part of ourselves that will choose to obliterate an idea instead of negotiating with it, because it takes great skill to negotiate with ideas, it doesn't take a lot of skill to obliterate, unfortunately. It doesn't sound like this one the record, but just alone here with us the essence is (plays orange knickers). ..and it goes on and I began to understand how the opposites, if they don't have understanding and a respect for one another, and hold it into balance, then the whole thing begins to bring chaos."
-- Tori; The Beekeeper Limited Edition Bonus DVD

To me it means that, we now know that he is that 'terrorist' that tried to buat kacau, made us muslims do silly things like interfering with the politics. Boycotting the Dutch, hatred towards kafiruns, wanting the kafiruns to suffer loss..
without realising, that this is not the right attitude we muslims have to potray.We have to be more civilised. We shouldn't judge other people. We can't have this feeling of hatred towards other beings. Other than the culprit cos it is not right to punish all just because ada segelintir khinzir yang bertopengkan manusia.And because of what that piggy had done, we muslims start to berpecah belah, each having their own emotional ways of reacting, some even started to create enemies, others wanting to fight, be it the pondan way, ie via blogging or the braver way like hurling stones at the Dutch houses they pass by.(Or the more outspoken ones will hurl stones at Flying Dutchman himself..) So in whatever ways, i just hope, we all still know where we stand. We have long strayed away from being a true muslim, i dun have to point it out in what ways. Reflect ourself and find the terrorist' in us.

But hey, if u see Geert Wilders in the wild..its okay to hurl stones at him...
the terrorist in me says so..

~ { 9:36 PM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;

Thursday, April 03, 2008

..there's only one God and he created Adam..and we are the children of Adam..

I remember when i was in Primary School, i could memorise the lyrics of this song cos my abah use to play this 'yellow-skinned cassette-with lyrics' sung by Yusof Islam or Cats Steven, over and over again.. I remembered back then there was music tho..i wonder why this released tak ada pulak..

A is For Allah

A' is for Allah, nothing but Allah;
Ba is the beginning of Bismillah;
Ta is for Taqwa, bewaring of Allah;
and Tha is for Thawab, a reward;
Ja is for Janna, the Garden of Paradise;
Ha is for Hajj, the blessed pilgrimage;
Kha is for Khaatem, the seal of the prophethood given to the Prophet, Muhammed (SAW);

Da is for Deen, Al-Islam, religion with Allah since time began;
Dha is for dhikr, remembering Allah;
and Ra is for the month of Ramadhan, oh Ramadhan;

Za is for Zakat to pure our greed, when we give our money to those in need;
Sa is for Salamu alaikum, peace be with you wa'alaikum assalam;
Sha is for shams, the shining sun, which Allah placed for everyone;
and Sot is for salat, for when we pray facing him,
everyday, facing him, till we meet our lord;

Allah there's only one God and Muhammed is his Messenger.
Allah, La ilaha illa'allah;

Dua is for duha, the morning light, the sun has turned from red to white;
Tua is for tareeq, the path to walk upon;
and Dhua is for dhil, a shadow;
and Aa is for ilm, the thing to know, to make our knowledge grow,
in Islam;
Gha is for ghaib, a world unseen and that we know is not a dream;
Fa is for, the Opening, Al-Fatiha;
and Qua for the Qur'an, the book of God;
and Ka is for kalima, a word we're taught to teach us what is good and what is not;
and La is for the beginning of La ilaha illa'allah;
Ma is for the Messenger Muhammed-ur-Rasoolillah.
La ilaha illa'allah, Muhammed-ur-Rasulullah;

Allah, there's only one God and Muhammed is his Messenger.
Allah, la ilaha illa'allah;

Na is for nawm, the sleep God gave to give us rest after the day;
Ha is for the Hijra, the journey that, the Prophet made;
and Wa for wudu before we pray to help us wash our sins away;
and Ya for Yawm-mid-Deen;

Allah, there's only one God and Muhammed is his Messenger.
Allah, La ilaha illa'allah;

Allah, there's only one God and Jesus was his Messenger.
Allah, La ilaha illa'allah;

Allah, there's only one God and Moses was his Messenger.
Allah, La ilaha illa'allah;

Allah, there's only one God and Abraham was his Messenger.
Allah, La ilaha illa'allah;

Allah, there's only one God and Noah was his Messenger.
Allah, La ilaha illa'allah;

Allah, there's only one God and he created Adam, and we are the children of Adam.

Allah,La ilaha illa'allah;

Allah, there's only one God and Muhammed is his Messenger.
Allah, La ilaha illa'allah.

~ { 11:46 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Yusni Jaafar Telah Kembali ke Rahmatullah?

Alfatihah..
Heard from a fren, but am not sure if its true cos no news yet. But if it is, berakhir la satu penderitaan beliau. I hope its not an April Fool prank tho..So currently, no concrete info yet. Whatever it is, let us just pray..

~ { 5:48 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;

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