Thursday, May 18, 2006

DYAM Tunku Ismail Ibrahim, The Raja Muda Johor

DYAM Tunku Ismail Idris Abdul Majid Abu Bakar Iskandar Ibni Tunku Ibrahim Ismail has been appointed Raja Muda Johor on April 8, 2006 in conjunction with Sultan Johor, Sultan Iskandar's birthday in a ceremony at the Istana Besar Johor in Johor Bahru. He was also conferred the Darjah Kerabat Johor Yang Amat Dihormati Pangkat Kedua (DKII).

Tunku Ismail was born on June 30, 1984, and is the eldest prince of Tunku Mahkota Johor Tunku Ibrahim Ismail and his consort Raja Zarith Sofiah Sultan Idris Shah.

He received his early education in Sekolah Sri Utama and SRK St Joseph in Johor Bahru and subsequently received secondary education at the Australian International School Singapore and in 1999, pursued his studies at Hale School, in Perth, Australia, until 2002.

In July 2003, he followed in his grandfather's and father’s footsteps in undergoing training at the Indian Military Academy in Dehradun, India. Tunku Ismail Ibrahim was given the rank of a Lieutenant in December 2004 and was absorbed into the Indian Army as an officer in the Regiment 61st Cavalry in Jaipur, and is still serving in the Indian Army. Tunku Ismail Ibrahim, a skilful horse rider and polo player, was bestowed the “Best In Riding” award among cadets for year 2003-2004. He was also the polo player for his regiment and has won many trophies.







With DYMM Sultan Iskandar during the ceremony.







With DYAM Tunku Mahkota Johor, Tunku Ibrahim Ismail after the ceremony.


From left, Tunku Puteri Johor Tunku Kamariah, Tengku Puan Pahang Tunku Azizah, Tunku Bendahara Johor Tunku Abdul Majid and Raja Muda Johor Tunku Ismail.



From left Tunku Aminah, Tunku Ismail, Tunku Jalil and Tunku Idris.

With the Tunku Mahkota at the Jamuan Teh Istana on the same day.


With the Tunku Mahkota at the Jamuan Teh Istana on the same day.

Tunku Ismail with Tunku Mahkota Johor and Tunku Abu Bakar (Bubu) with the Johoreans.





Raja Zarith Sofiah and Tunku Azizah with the young Johoreans.

A Note From Me

Dear Beloved Friends,

The post on The Raja Muda Johor Tunku Ismail and The Members of The Family of the Tunku Mahkota Johor is done at the request of my friends from other states who are very interested to know about the newly appointed Raja Muda and his family. I would do the part on the Johor Royal Family another time, as I do not possess enough materials at present. I hope all these are informative.

Bye For Now.



* Myself at my Grandmother's holding one of her cats. Age : Cannot remember.

Friday, May 05, 2006

My Laksamana

I am back. Have been dealing with some matters that requires a lot of my attention. And I am with Anis almost everyday. I told her Mama, to train Anis to be fluent in both Malay and English. I feel it is very important for someone not only to be fluent in both Malay and English, but also to speak properly and politely as well. And, yes, to be able to write properly too.

Being an avid reader, I always find something to read. Recently I have finished two books by Ramlee Awang Murshid. They are Rahsia Perindu and Bagaikan Puteri. Now I have found a book on personality disorder being written as a story! Congratulations to Ramlee Awang Murshid for his great work and thorough research. And... I strongly recommend Bagaikan Puteri to my friends yang sedang tercari-cari buku apa yang menarik..I hereby declare my love and devotion to Saifudin @ Laksamana Sunan.

"Kita sungguh kagum dengan Laksamana Sunan. Alangkah indahnya kalau kita dapat berada di zaman Laksamana "

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Down The Memory Lane

Can't remember the exact name of this place. But it's still in the County of Hampshire. Taken from a hilltop, breathtaking views.

On the right is the photo of famous lady golfers at the Southampton PGA Tournament. Yeah, right. It was a golf course nearby the beautiful riverside, behind our Halls Of Residence. This was during Summer 98, a very hot weather it was, we went out looking for ice-cream. Guess, which one of these is actually the Spectacular Golfer? Hehehe.

Stonehenge. Not so clear, though. Taken at dusk. Very Unique.

This is The Needles, Isle of Wight. 45 minutes by ferry from the City Of Southampton. First visited this Island when I was 6, and re-visited it at the age 23. I love Isle Of Wight. If ever, one day I go missing, Isle Of Wight is one of the places my family should consider to look for me.

I love England. After Malaysia, of course. Have known England since my kindergarten days. Was going through my old stuffs in my bedroom earlier on. Found some photos of England views. I especially love the countrysides. There, you could find many shades of green. And yes, definitely island, beaches and seasides. Pleasant viewing, dearest friends.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Welcome, My Beloved Niece

Syukur, Alhamdulillah. My very first beloved niece, Anis Farissa binti Mohd. Firdaus was born on April 12, 2006 at 8:59 p.m. in Sultan Abdul Samad Johor Specialist, Johor Bahru. It was a normal birth, both mother and child in excellent conditions.

Anis is such a cute baby with a combination of her Daddy's and Mommy's looks. She has got her mother's nose. My brother recited the Iqamah in the ears of his newborn daughter. My parents were very thrilled. Both of them made endless phone calls to announce the arrival of Anis to our relatives.




Anis is the first child of my brother, Firdaus. Firdaus and Ayati tied the knot on June 5, 2005.

The name Anis Farissa was chosen in combination of the first letter of both her parents, A and F. Anis means someone who is very comforting while Farissa means loyal.

Firdaus was by Ayati's side the entire time while my mother and me waited outside the labor room. My father was in the visitor's room. Later, after Anis has been born, my other three siblings joined us in the hospital. It was Lin who fetched Mas at UTM and Faiz at home and drove them to the hospital. All three stood outside the nursery for a very long time staring at their cute and adorable niece.

It was a memorable night for our family. I am so proud of Firdaus for his love and loyalty to his wife. He stayed by her side all the time. And I am so proud of Yati for her courage, strength and sacrifice. We stayed until midnight, all five of us to accompany Yati while waiting for our mother to return. She went back to take a few more things and perform her Isyaa'. She stayed the night at the hospital with Yati.

Congratulations to Firdaus and Ayati.

Welcome, Dearest Anis, from your Spectacular Aunt. Also from Auntie Lin, Auntie Mas and Uncle Faiz.

Of Stewardesses


Just finished reading this book. Love the terms, love the tempo, and love the book! Highly recommended.

I came to know about this book in March when the author was invited to share her experiences in a popular radio station. This book was already a bestseller at that time. I thought of getting this book at the International Book Fair at PWTC but couldn't find it.

At the age of six, I have already flewn to overseas to visit aunts and uncles studying there. It was then that I became fascinated by the profession of a stewardess. I especially like their appearances. Extremely neat and fresh-looking all the time! Once I voiced my intention of becoming an air-stewardess to my parents but they were totally against it. But while there are pro and cons, I believe it depends entirely on a person's integrity and professionalism. Still I admire them greatly.

I am in complete agreement with Yvonne in saying that it is more than just serving F & B or welcoming passengers on board. They have to know and deal with so much things at 35000 feet and yet they still must retain their charm and composure.

Congratulations to Yvonne Lee. Really looking forward to her next book.

P/S : Is it fate or a pure coincidence that Faizal's wife happened to be an ex-stewardess?


Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Two of My Cats




















These are the pictures of two of my cats, Bozo and Bobo. The left passport close-up photo is Bozo and the right full body photo is Bobo. Bozo has the prettiest color while Bobo is the cleanest. I did not manage to capture the photo of Bono, a more reserved one. All three are the 'abang' of the little Rudin who is still missing and believed to be with a new family. I really hope Rudin is safe somewhere and would return home.

Earlier today, both Bono and Bozo seen Bubu The Rabbit for the very fist time. Both took a predator's aim to Bubu who was inside his little cage. Terrified, I took Bubu inside and went to get a glass of water in the kitchen, only to find Bozo dived straight from the window heading towards the cage. I chased Bozo away and slammed the window shut.

According to Faiz, these cats are just jealous. They were like that when their mother Bochee had little kittens last time.

Pets pun tau jealous.. susah lah ini macam!

Thursday, April 06, 2006

A Special Dedication

April 6, 2006

Today is a very special day to me. For it is the birthday of my sisters, Lin and Mas.
Twins? No. Lin was born on April 6, 1982 while Mas on April 6, 1986.
They do not even look alike but many people described them as twins, because sometimes they act like one. They are so close, and kalau ada rahsia or anything, always berbisik bisik sesama sendiri.
They always follow my parents to weddings, that is, if Mas is around. She is still studying at UTM.
If my Mom went for holidays, she always bought something for us. And for the girls, my Mom selalunya akan beli something equally nice, but not exactly alike for them. Maybe some batik silk in different colors but similar motives or patterns. Or bracelets or necklaces. Mas prefers darker colors, like deep blue or black, which my Mom can never understand. Mom always complained, kenapa muda muda suka warna warna gelap? My Mom herself loves to dress up, and she herself likes bright, cheerful tones. Lin is more like her in taste and color. Major dislike : Ayam.
I would say Lin has great taste in clothes and fashion. She is sweet natured too. Ramai kawan dan ramai admirers, and she always treat them nicely. Very understanding and kind-hearted too. Has a rabbit soft-toy which she always hug when she is sleeping. She named the rabbit "Rabbit Anastasia Nemo Jazeera". Selalu buat puppet shows using the rabbit and she's quite good at it. Siap ada special voice for that rabbit. Since she love kids, I always encouraged her to create her version of stories about her rabbit. Kids love her too. She loves to read, and always read my books. She just finished her American Degree, a twinning programme with Excelsior College, New York. She graduated with good results, and her favourite subjects were Psychology, Sociology and History.
Mas? An entirely different story. She loves reading too, but her choice of books are rather pelik. Last time she was reading about Hitler, Biscmark, Mussolini and Stalin. Serious reading, though. I found a very thick book on Hitler on her bed. She even got a giftwrapper with Hitler's face printed on it. Nak jadi apa pun tak taulah. Oh, and she collects many giftwrappers too. She also likes to watch and read about the X-Files. Spent a lot to get X-Files, Scrubs and CSI DVDs. Have great sense of humour when the mood is there, but most of the time she is always blur. Her nickname in college is Blurry. Initially she wanted to major in Forensic and Pathology. My Dad was kind of hoping that she would do Medicine. Then she has this interest on Biotechnology. And now she is doing Civil Engineering. Used to like F1 so much but no longer since Mika Hakkinen retired. That left her brokenhearted with F1. Major dislike : Mancis.
To my darling sisters, Happy Birthday to both of you. May Allah bless you and grant you happiness all the time. May all your wishes come true. I will always be there for you. You are so wonderful and special. I love you both.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

I'm Too Sexy


This morning as I was driving to office, I heard this song, I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred, played at one of the radio stations. Back in 1992, this one used to be my favourite. What's more that was the time of my 'zaman kegemilangan'. Sweet 17 hehehe. Perasan model lah konon-konon. So there were times when my friends and me did some catwalk when this song was played. Teruk kan? But those were happy times.. young and vibrant.. happy 24 hours.

I dedicate this song to all ladies with the message.. being sexy is not easy, still somebody has got to do the job.. all ladies deserve to be sexy, though.. it's our privilege!

Provided, bertempat lah kan.. i.e. as a wife.. it's good to be sexy for the husband.. and so on.

Enjoy the song.. my own version.. with regards to this blog hehehe.

I'm Too Sexy

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my
'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

And I'm too sexy for Faizal.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

O Faizal, Where Art Thou?

It has been quite some time since I last talked about Faizal. Back in 2001, after he disappeared for two months, that was, after his sudden unexplainable anger in September that year, he reappeared again in November.
If I remember correctly, I sent a text to greet him of the coming fasting month. The reply was a brief 'thank you and same to you'. That surprised me because I did not expect a reply.
Then there was a series of short sms-es, and in December, I greeted him for Christmas, and he replied. Not that I celebrated Christmas, though, but living abroad has made me include Christmas as one of the celebrations in my life. My friends there always include me in their Christmas Eve dinner, taking the trouble to use halal ingredients obtained from the International Shop ran by muslim Arabian owner. I used to help them to prepare something, like preparing the vege dish, or side-dish for the dinner. It was an enjoyable time, and I still miss England now, especially during Christmas time. I am a devoted Muslim, so my joining my friends for the dinner is more to honoring invitations, nothing to do with beliefs and religion.
I do not drink, nor do I smoke. Not prejudice to those who do, but, just sorry to see people shortening their life-span.
In January 2002, things were going on well between me and Faizal. He was friendly again, and even so I found it hard to believe. I was being extra careful with what I said and tried not to do things that he did not like. You see, until now I don't even know why he was mad at that time. Sometimes I do think that nothing about that man makes sense.
I started another blog, named Jedi Archive, the web address being http://textarchive.blogspot.com. This blog displays almost all of his sms-es to me. You may wonder why I do such thing. You can find the reason in that blog.
Frankly I do not know what he is like in the corporate circle. But as a man, you could say that he is remarkable and to a certain degree, a gentleman. Credits should be given to his parents for bringing up such a fine man - again, to a certain degree.
There were times when he went jogging on Sundays.. tak tau lah apasal... tapi tiba tiba nanti dia kata dia nak pergi jogging. So okaylah, pergilah. It's not like I can join him pun. Tak taulah kat mana dia pergi, but I was thinking lucky nya girls kat sana. I would be lucky to find man like that in the area where I always jog in JB. Pacik-pacik tua ramailah. Those retired government Dato', no doubt. Because the area where I live in JB mostly comprises of top state government officials private residences. The best part was, along with the pacik, sometimes ada mak datin tercungap cungap tagging along. hehehehehehe. Probably for security purposes, or mayyybe mak datin pun nak keep fit. Also for security purposes, if you get what I mean.
I do miss chatting with him. Would give anything to have him back on air.
O, Faizal Where Art Thou?

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Cinta Suci - Datin Sheril Aida



This is a very lovely song from Datin Sharifah Sheril Aida, dedicated to her beloved husband Dato' Railey Jeffrey. The title is Cinta Suci and was very popular in the year 2002. Her sister, Sharifah Shahirul Isni was my best friend and roomate in my university days. Isni, if you are reading this, please leave a trace...and.. how's Ipin and Sofia?

Cinta Suci
Ohhh...Kala pertemuan dua jiwa
Seri cinta di hati
Sehingga aku kenali
Erti cinta
Kasih aku ingin engkau tahu
Aku takkan lupakan
Malah aku kan sanjungi
Pengorbananmu
*Kikiskan segala kecurigaan
Hatiku ini hanyalah untukmu
Yang kupanggil kekasih hati
Percayalah usah kau sangsi
Sekalipun nyawa aku pertaruhkan
Kasihku hanya satu tiada dua
Hingga nafasku kan terhenti
Tetap jua hanya dikau*
Ohhh...Detik pertemuan dua jiwa
Sentuh pintu hatiku
Tersedarlah aku akan
Cinta suci
(*)

Monday, March 27, 2006

Teratai, Seroja, Kiambang, Telepuk, Padma









From the same family, but each has different physical shape, and comes in different colors. The cool part is that.. I don't even know which one is which.. hehehehehe.... But they are all beautiful nonetheless..

Saturday, March 25, 2006

RUDIN WENT MISSING

Today, the weather is unbearably hot. I feel so weak and uncomfortable. Even Bubu, my rabbit is not as active as he usually is.
My body temperature is very high. That, and sore throat. You could say that I am allergic to heat. I do not like hot weather. Gives me headache and a LOT of irritation. Rainy days, on the other hand, cheer me up, gives me a lot of ideas and a good sleep, of course. Something to do with being a Socrpio, maybe. For Scorpions have the Water element.
I did not make it to the International Book Fair at PWTC today and am very disappointed. For I have my purple baju kurung ready to meet Kak Su (Noor Soraya). She was there to meet her adik-adik and we were told to wear purple for this matter, and to remember the secret code. It has something to do with her current project, a new book titled "Surat Ungu Untuk Nuha". Purple is her favourite color too. I have something to give her, too. But I was too weak to even get up. Earlier tonight at about 8 something, I felt a little better and was thinking of going but when I sms her, she said she will be there until 9 pm. I didn't think I can make it before 9, though.
I called Faiz, my brother tonight. Just wanting to find out how he is doing, since it's been so long since I last spoken to him. He is 16, in Form 4. The youngest of 5, he is pampered by everybody. We call him Adik, despite the fact that he is the tallest of us all. He doesn't really like to be called Adik, though. Anyway, he told me that Rudin, the kitten has been missing for a week now. I was shocked and almost shouted, "Kenapa tak beritahu awal-awal?" He told me that Kak Lin ( my sister) did go and search around the neighbourhood and once saw a cat with a few kittens at our neighbour's and one of them looked very much like Rudin. Very likely he went in search for company since his brothers are way out of his age league. To this, I relaxed a little. But I told him to go search for Rudin thoroughly.
To those I love, I am extremely defensive and protective. Touch my loved ones, and you will cry blood. My loved ones, apart from my family, include my beloved close friends, and beloved relatives, be it close or distant, and my pet. But relatives fall under subjective category. Unfortunately for me, not all my relatives are loyal and I am not ashamed at all to admit this. For we are judged independently in the Day of Judgement.
Out of 5 of us, I am probably the most impatient and would not wait if something went wrong to my family or pet. I am always ready to tear anyone apart for this matter. My siblings, especially the younger ones, are innocent and trusting. People love to take advantage of them and be mean to them. Except for Mastura, the rest are more gentle and tolerance. In a way, Mastura is like me. Anyone trying to say mean things or trying to ill-treat my siblings, is subject to her sharp tongue, at that very moment itself.
My cousin Diana, once described me as behaving like a Mafia. I laughed at this. She insisted that Mafias can survive and tolerate almost everything, but touch their family, and you are dead.
I love peace, harmony, justice and fairness. As simple as that.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

More on Multiple Personality Disorder

From http://skepdic.com/mpd.html

Memory and other aspects of consciousness are said to be divided up among "alters" in the MPD. The number of "alters" identified by various therapists ranges from several to tens to hundreds. There are even some reports of several thousand identities dwelling in one person. There does not seem to be any consensus among therapists as to what an "alter" is. Yet, there is general agreement that the cause of MPD is repressed memories of childhood sexual abuse. The evidence for this claim has been challenged, however, and there are very few reported cases of MPD afflicting children.

Psychologist Nicholas P. Spanos argues that repressed memories of childhood abuse and multiple personality disorder are "rule-governed social constructions established, legitimated, and maintained through social interaction." In short, Spanos argues that most cases of MPD have been created by therapists with the cooperation of their patients and the rest of society. This does not mean that MPD does not exist, but that its origin and development are often, if not most often, explicable without the model of separate but permeable ego-states or "alters" arising out of the ashes of a destroyed "original self."

A rather common view of MPD is given by philosopher Daniel Dennett.
...the evidence is now voluminous that there are not a handful or a hundred but thousands of cases of MPD diagnosed today, and it almost invariably owes its existence to prolonged early childhood abuse, usually sexual, and of sickening severity. Nicholas Humphrey and I investigated MPD several years ago ["Speaking for Our Selves: An Assessment of Multiple Personality Disorder," Raritan, 9, pp. 68-98] and found it to be a complex phenomenon that extends far beyond individual brains and the sufferers.
These children have often been kept in such extraordinary terrifying and confusing circumstances that I am more amazed that they survive psychologically at all than I am that they manage to preserve themselves by a desperate redrawing of their boundaries. What they do, when confronted with overwhelming conflict and pain, is this: They "leave." They create a boundary so that the horror doesn't happen to them; it either happens to no one, or to some other self, better able to sustain its organization under such an onslaught--at least that's what they say they did, as best they recall.

But if thinkers of Dennett's stature accept MPD as something which needs explaining in terms of psychological dynamics limited to the psyche of the abused rather than in terms of social constructs, the task of convincing therapists who treat MPD to accept Spanos' way of thinking is Herculean. How could it be possible that most MPD patients have been created in the therapist's laboratory, so to speak? How could it be possible that so many people, particularly female people [85% of MPD patients are female], could have so many false memories of childhood sexual abuse? How could so many people behave as if their bodies have been invaded by numerous entities or personalities, if they hadn't really been so invaded? How could so many people actually experience past lives under hypnosis, a standard procedure of some therapists who treat MPD? How could the defense mechanism explanation for MPD, in terms of repression of childhood sexual trauma and dissociation, not be correct? How could so many people be so wrong about so much?

to be continued further.







Monday, March 20, 2006

About MPD




Apart from F1 Grand Prix, I've been spending my recent weekend re-reading a book by Sidney Sheldon, titled Tell Me Your Dreams.

It is about a lovely lady suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder. An ex-law student myself, I found the subject very challenging, that is, trying to prove to the Court the existence of the disease.
I quote a review from the site http://www.twbookmark.com/books/38/0446607207/

Tell Me Your Dreams by Sidney Sheldon

Three gorgeous women.One dangerous secret.
Ashley, elegant yet haunted...Toni, sultry as well as vivacious...Alette, lovely and totally without conceit...three beautiful young women suspected of committing a series of horrifying murders. One of the One of the most bizarre murder trials of the century is about to begin and reveal an astounding, startling piece of medical evidence almost impossible to believe. Sweeping from London to Rome, from Quebec to San Francisco, this latest tale from the world's reigning master storyteller is so much more than a mystery: It is a searching, riveting, and, finally, triumphant foray into the dark, wild depths of the human heart...

....students often ask me whether multiple personality disorder (MPD) really exists. I usually reply that the symptoms attributed to it are as genuine as hysterical paralysis and seizures....--Dr. Paul McHugh

Multiple personality disorder (MPD) is a psychiatric disorder characterized by having at least one "alter" personality that controls behavior. The "alters" are said to occur spontaneously and involuntarily, and function more or less independently of each other. The unity of consciousness, by which we identify our selves, is said to be absent in MPD. Another symptom of MPD is significant amnesia which can't be explained by ordinary forgetfulness. In 1994, the American Psychiatric Association's DSM-IV replaced the designation of MPD with DID: dissociative identity disorder. The label may have changed, but the list of symptoms remained essentially the same.
I will share more when I am done with my reading on MPD.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Sepang Raceday


I have never been to Sepang to watch a live F1 race. Because, I simply cannot stand crowd, heat and traffic congestion. Impatient? Very, to a certain extent. MATTA Fair? Also, no. Had to turn Sharifah Munauwarah - my best friend- down for this matter. Same reason.

Today's race witnessed Giancarlo Fischicella claimed the title of the raceleader and winner. Team-mate Fernando Alonso finished Second while Jenson Button Third.

My Ferrari hero, Michael Schumacher managed to finish 6th behind team-mate Felipe Massa, which, to me is quite remarkable considering he started at 14th place, due to penalty ( not sure for what reason).

Altogether an eventful raceday, where many drivers had to leave the race for various reasons. Kimi was first, in the very first round. His car was badly smashed. Nick Heidfield had to leave somewhere in the last 10 rounds because smoke came out of the back of his car.

Congratulations to the winners, and mostly to my favourite team, Ferrari.

To Michael and Felipe, congratulations for today's race and hardwork. And for adding more points to Ferrari. Michael, you are a fighter. Keep up the determination for the rest of the seasons. My Best Wishes. Will be sure to watch the Melbourne GP in April 2.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Faizal and Formula One





The first Formula One race for 2006 season began yesterday at Bahrain.

Renault's Fernando Alonso claimed his first victory for this season. Seven times world champion, Michael Schumacher finished second. He started from a record-equalling pole position. McLaren's Kimi Raikonnen finished third, after starting from the back of the grid.

Hey, Ferrari is back. Yey!

I am a fan of Ferrari team. I see that Rubens Barichello has switched to Honda team while Felipe Massa took his place in Ferrari.

In 2001 and 2002, Faizal and I used to text each other everytime there was a race.

He was a great fan of McLaren's Mika Hakkinen. But in 2001, Mika was no longer racing. But Faizal was still loyal to McLaren.

Nasib la tak bet.. kalau bet hehehe.. zaman tu pulak zaman zaman kegemilangan Ferrari.

And I really admire Michael Schumacher. He is very consistent and does not know how to give up. He is a winner.

To Ferrari, Congratulations and Best Wishes for 2006.



Monday, March 06, 2006

When You Look At Me

I came across this poem years ago at a site named Ayesha's Islamic Archive. I found lots of interesting articles on Islam there. I would like to share this poem with you.

When You Look At Me

What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free

All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair

Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated

They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'

Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused

They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice

They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged

All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear

Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above

On the Day of Judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules

Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty

See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy

Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind

Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause
The role that we play definitely deserves applause

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my sight

The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me

We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight

You see we're not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt

So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated
We're not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated

We are the ones that are free and pure
We're free of STD's that have no cure

So when people ask you how you feel about tha hood
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good' ;)

-Author unknown.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Powerful Quotes

I love Inspirational and Motivational Quotes.

I would like to share some with you.

On forgiveness,

Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ~Mark Twain

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. ~Mahatma Gandhi

On fear,

You block your dream when you allow your fear to grow bigger than your faith. ~Mary Manin Morrissey

To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom. ~Bertrand Russell

If a man harbors any sort of fear, it percolates through all thinking, damages his personality and makes him a landlord to a ghost. ~Lloyd Douglas


On love,

Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky. ~V.F. Calverton

No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire. ~François Duc de La Rochefoucauld

On beauty,

That which is striking and beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful. ~Ninon de L'Enclos

A woman who cannot be ugly is not beautiful. ~Karl Kraus

On patience,

Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish. ~John Quincy Adams

One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life. ~Chinese Proverb

Here's some Blessings for my beloved friends :

To Kak Noor Suraya, My Favourite and Most Admired Author,

May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day.
May songbirds serenade you every step along the way.
May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue.
And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.

~Irish Blessing

To Julian, My Best Friend and Jedi Master

May you have warm words on a cool evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and a smooth road all the way to your door.

~Irish Toast

To My Good Self, A Padawan Learner

May those that love us, love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles
So we will know them by their limping.

~Irish Blessing

To Faizal, My Jedi Knight

WHOEVER FIGHTS MONSTERS, SHOULD SEE TO IT THAT IN THE PROCESS HE DOES NOT BECOME A MONSTER... AND WHEN YOU LOOK LONG INTO AN ABYSS, THE ABYSS ALSO LOOKS INTO YOU

- Friedrich Nietzsche, 1886

Friday, March 03, 2006

A Cool Advice

This is the continuation of the post 'To What Do I Deserve This Anger?'.

After that Friday night, he switched off his mobile for the whole weekend. I was worried and scared. My weekend was filled with Q & A session in my head, trying to figure out the reason. I sent several messages to his mobile. But there was no reply.

On Monday, I tried to call his mobile. I tried twice, but he did not take my calls. So I took the risk of calling his office, and was prepared for the worst. I only identified myself as Ann. I asked to speak to Faizal, but his secretary cynically asked me to address him using his first name. At that time barulah I tau first name dia. Well, not , my fault. His secretary said he was in a discussion. Not long after that my mobile rang, a call from him.

"Hello, Suraya. Did you call my office?".

"Yes I did. I am so worried. Whatever happened to you? Why did you swith your mobile off?"

"I was sick, and was admitted. The whole family was there. That's why".

"I see. I am so sorry I didn't know. You sakit apa, Faizal? "

"I sakitlah. "

"Were you mad at me? If you were, why? Takkan because I did not give you the answer".

"No. Nothing."

Not only was he rude, he was not nice. An entirely different Faizal. The best part is, I have absolutely no idea why. Tanya sakit apa pun, tak mau bagitau. If I did not care, I won't ask.

"Anyway, what's your first name?"

"B****l"

"Why didn't you tell me that night"

"Saja. What's your first name."

"A**i. Hey, please, tell me are you mad at me? You are different today."

"No. I am just busy. Please note that I am a 32 years-old man not a boy of 18".

"Alright, then."

"Okay. You see, I am very busy right now. I' ll talk to you later. And stop sending like twenty sms-es per day. Save your money."

"Okay, bye".

I was totally stunned. With all due respect, he was the one who called me so early in the morning AND anytime he likes, sending flirtatious sms-es and all... and NOW he said THAT to me? Save your money.

How unfair. How very unfair.

He did not call me as frequent as he used to. In fact, he hardly called me after that.

And I have resolved to the fact that he was not as nice as I thought. He is nice only when he wants to be.

I tried to sms and call him again after that, but, when the respond was negative, after a while I stopped.

Well, that hurts but I went on as usual.

One day, I talked to my best friend, a gentleman in his early 40s, about it. Just to get a man's point of view.

My friend said " My Dear, you don't really know him, so don't bother so much about him. What he did was terrible, yes, very ungentlemanly, regardless of who he is. That is no way to treat a lady, let alone a nice lady like you. But that's him. Not you. Don't say anything bad to him or hold grudges. "

"Yeah, that's what I did. Tapi I pelik. Sudahlah dia tak kenal I, suka suka dia je nak jadi baik atau kasar dengan I. Dahsyat betul. Jenis apa agaknya tu".

"Dear, itu namanya dia mengada-ngada. Yalah, agaknya he thinks it's easy for him to get any woman. Itu yang dia layan orang suka suka hati."

"You think, dia tu handsome dan cool sangat ke, sampai besar kepala macam tu?"

"Mungkin have the looks lah.. itu yang besar kepala tu... but, cool? No lah. Difficult to say, but you fikir sendirilah, kalau buat orang macam tu, cool ke?"

"hehehehe. I got it. Habis, kalau dia ada contact lagi, nak layan ke?"

"Up to you, rasa nak layan, layanlah ".

"Nanti dia kata I tak ada principles, layan je everytime. How?"

"Dear, you do what you like. What you think is right. Apa dia nak kata, biarkan. If you still think you should give him chances, layan lah as long as you can stand him. If you have had enough, then you know what to do. Your being nice to him after what he has done does not mean you have no principles."

"Okay. But what if he thinks I am cheap or tergila kat dia?"

"If that is the case, memanglah dia mat perasan habis, tak taulah dari ulu mana dia datang. If that happens, back-off Suraya. "

"Okay, I will give it a thought. Hmm, entah apa lah agaknya dia ingat I ni kan."

"My Dear, who is he? Who is he compared to us? "

To this, I got it completely. What a cool advice.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

A Wonderful Speech


Recently I watched The Prince and Me 2, a very beautiful movie. It is a continuation from The Prince and Me (2004)


Of Dato'ship and Datinista and Julian

Some people have issues about this Dato' and Datin thing. Some would even spend a fortune to acquire the title. Some don't even care. Some holders of the title are good, and the rest are of course, the complete opposite.

I believe we should treat people with the amount of respect they deserve. Just because a person is a Dato' or a Datin, you should not expect yang bukan bukan from them. Neither should you be prejudice of them. I mean, there is this type of people, yang suddenly berkata "aku bukan heran pun dia dato' ke, anak dato' ke" for no reason at all. Trust me, I have witnessed such situation. A new employee came in, and just because words got around that that person is "anak dato'", people terus get insecure and say things..

Why can't people treat people normally and nicely? Is pleasantry and politeness too much a trouble? I just don't belong to this group. Plain and simple. I cannot see why a person has to judge someone he or she does not know. Strange enough there are many people like that. Too many. I don't know what makes them think they are so good that they can simply make assumptions on anything or anyone. I don't like them. Oh, while we're on that, I also don't like office politics. Simply because I do not kiss ass (forgive the expression).

Back to the subject, well, apalah nak susah susah.. should you meet a dato', or a datin, respect them, as you would respect another human being. If a friend or a neighbour or anyone has been decorated with the title, congratulate them. If you are honored to receive the title, accept it, and don't forget to bersyukur, of course. If not, tak payahlah nak dengki atau buruk sangka kepada yang ada. Kalau diaorang ni betul mengada ngada, taji ajelah hehehe.

There is no use of berhasad dengki dan berprasangka. After all, semuanya hanya untuk sementara. We will not be assessed in the akhirat based on this title.

Speaking of titles, I do not know how a Dato' and his Datin would be addressed in functions in other places in Malaysia. But in my hometown, they would address them in invitations as

Kepada:
YB Dato' Johari Adzam & Datin.

If the invitation is for Datin alone, they used to address it like:

Kepada:
YDH Datin Dato' Johari Adzam.

Even in the list of committee members, they used to do that. Style Mat Salleh hehehehe.
I don't know but I found that a bit funny. Imagine when they annouce the arrival.. bila announce ada nama lelaki.. yang tiba perempuan.. kahkahkahkahkah.

But for now, they have altered it a bit. They will officially address a datin as follows:

YDH Datin Hanna (Johari Adzam)

So you see, the name of the husband appears in bracket. This is far better, I think.

Of all Dato's and Datins in my hometown, there is this one particular Dato' that I like and admire. This is not to say I syok kat dia or anything. He is my best friend pun.. But I really like his style.. most unassuming. In my hometown, he is unique, a different kind of Dato', you would say.

I had his consent to talk about him in my blog, so here is why I like Julian's style so much. He has a long name, but I call him Julian. His mother is English, and his Dad Malay. Both of them live in England now, but for reasons unclear to anyone, si Julian ni suka sangat dengan JB city. So, whenever he is in Malaysia, he resides in his parents' house in JB. In his forties, Julian travelled a great deal, for he is a successful businessman.

The most beautiful thing about him is that he is so humble, simple and down-to-earth. And funny too. But more importantly is the way he dress. The man is gorgeous... so damn extremely gorgeous and handsome.. the man is crazy. When you say "Dato", in JB one would mentally picture a middle-aged man, dressed smartly in suit, or in expensive kemeja batik, or baju melayu teluk belanga. But Julian.. he is comfortable in his jeans.. and t-shirt.. and still looks dashing. Oh and ada juga dia pakai baju and seluar yang rugged (tak tau nak panggil apa).
When in formal functions, he would dress appropriately, of course, but off-the-scene, he is an Adonis. Made all the models dim in comparison.

Married? Yes, he was. But he has been on his own for the last 10 years. Poor Julian. Once, he said to me, "Susah susah you ajelah jadi wife I, Su". My instant reply was "Tak nak lah, nanti I kena belajar masak ikan". For Julian loves to eat fish and vegetables. Vegetables, I don't mind, sumpah I don't. But fish, ever since I had bad experience years ago when I was attempting to cook a Mackerel in England, I have resigned from even learning to cook lauk yang ada ikan. Even if my Mom yang masak, I bukan makan semua ikan. My fav would be Steamed Fish and Ikan Bawal Masak Tomato. The rest, I am fine with Ikan Masak Gulai Merah or Masak Lemak Cili Api. Yang lain? SORRRYYYY. Ikan Parang? Mintak Mahap, lagi baik I main Playstation daripada membuang tulang tulangnya. If I am to be Julian's wife, alamatnya hari hari u makan fish fillet lah Julian oi... heheheheh.

But we are very close. Very close friends. We share everything. Long time ago, he indicated that he would want to be closer than what we were having. But even then that was not possible. It's not that I did not want to. But I was never available. I was already with someone. I tried to be as good a friend as I could be, because I did not feel good letting him down. He is a great guy. A very loving man, a wise one. A gentleman. And we are so good together. Probably because of the age difference.. Every time Julian balik, I tried to be in JB in during weekends. Best dengar cerita dia travel. Kutuk dia pun best heheheheheh. Sorry, Julian. But we do what we could, went jogging at the beach, lepak at Singgah Selalu, went to borong DVD at Holiday Plaza, explore all the roads in JB..

To Julian, I hope you find your Datin soon.. someone to accompany you everywhere, someone to come home to, someone to care for you when you are not well, someone who knows how to cook fish (hehe) and most important, someone who loves you for yourself, Julian...

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Of Sundays

I just got back from Shah Alam.. from meeting my favourite author - Noor Suraya. At first rasa malu juga nak pergi jumpa dia.. she's sitting nearby the stage.. together with other Creative Enterprise's artists.. But after the prize-giving ceremony for Karaoke Contest ended, I beranikan diri juga... and she was sooo great.. orangnya sungguh lemah lembut dan tenang.. automatically rasa malu beransur pergi... after introducing myself and bersalaman dengan Kaksu, we spent time chit-chatting. I asked her questions about her books, herself. But I did not stay long, even though I wanted to. I did not want to disturb Kaksu, and I wanted to give other fan of hers the precious opportunity to spend time with her. I was so happy because I've got Kaksu's signature on my copy of Nyanyian Tanjung Sepi (NTS). I also bought one more for my friend, Sharifah Munauwarah and Kaksu autographed it too. As with her other fans, Kaksu gave me a souvenir, a lovely multi-color covered pencil, which will make a fine addition to my collections.

To Kaksu, my sincere thanks for your precious time , for signing my copies of NTS and for the lovely gift. I will continue to read your wonderful books. Also, tak sabar nak tunggu cerita Alang dan Nuha.... Thank you for making today a happy Sunday for me..

I usually spend my Sundays tidying my house, resting and sometimes, meeting friends. That is when I do not have any class. I am not really the outgoing type.. nor am I the homely type. But I am a loner - by choice and by nature. Probably because of my upbringing, being the eldest grandchild. I was the only child for four years before my brother was born. My grandmother and my parents are very watchful of me in my early years. So, I was used to playing alone, playing with cats, playing with the elderlies. And in later years, I only play with my siblings. I did have friends from school, but since most of them lived far away from my place, we only met at school.

I do have my own friends. Best friends, the ones I can really go crazy with. My zany, crazy, optimistic and brilliant friends. My trusted consortium. But, being true friends, they understand me completely and they accept me as I am. They know when to be close, and when to leave me alone. They are simply great.

During of my years of being Faizal's friend, weekends were the times when he was usually quiet. No sms, no calls from him. And I never complained, for I knew the reasons too well. And this was where being a loner came handy. You don't really depend on others to entertain yourself. When he was busy - be it with his work or family- I did my own things. Always did my own things. Watching movies, Friends series, tending to the garden, going out with friends to lepak at JB City Square, shopping, re-decorating my room, going for island vacation, snorkelling - the list is endless. Who has time to miss anyone, or to even complain? ;)

But there are times when he was able to contact me on Sundays. Once, he sms me while he went jogging on Sunday - though God knows how he managed to do that. I mean, when you're jogging, you are jogging. How on earth did you sms people when you are running? Even myself, normally I will go down the hill to the beach to jog. The moment I arrive at the seaside, dah lupa diri dah. What's with the people, laut, the magnificent view - macam mana lah nak sms? Let alone when I am jogging. Terer jugak si Faizal ni.. or.. could it be that he said he went jogging, when what he did was strolling? hehehehehehehehehehe...

Here's a lovely song for all of you...


Never On a Sunday by Melina Mercouri

Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday a Monday a Monday
is very very good
Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday a Tuesday a Tuesday
in fact I wish you would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday a Thursday a Friday
and Saturday is best
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday a Sunday
cause that's my day of rest

Most any day you can be my guest
Any day you say but my day of rest
Just name the day that you like the best
Only stay away on my day of rest

Oh, you can kiss me on a cool day a hot day a wet day
which ever one you choose
Or try to kiss me on a gray day a May day a pay day
and see if I refuse
And if you make it on a bleak day a freak day or a week day
Well you can be my guest
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday
the one day I need a little rest
Oh, you can kiss me on a week day a week day a week day t
he day to be my guest





Why Jedi Knight?

(moved by author)

Sunday, February 19, 2006

A Dedication To A Very Respectable Friend

To DSJ, my very respectable friend from JB City, a.k.a Tanjung Puteri.. Senorita by Justin Timberlake

SENORITA

On that sunny day
Didn't know I'd meet
Such a beautiful girl
Walking down the street
Seen those bright brown eyes
With tears coming down
She deserves a crown
But where is it now
Mamma listen

Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things, that you don't have to
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm
But you could feel this real love
If you just lay in my...

Running fast in my mind
Girl won't you slow it down
If we carry on this way
This thing might leave the ground
How would you like to fly?
That's how my queen should ride
But you still deserve a crown
Well hasn't it been found?
Mamma listen

Senorita, I feel for you (Feel for you)
You deal with things, that you don't have to (No, no)
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm (He don't love ya baby)
But you could feel this real love (Feel it)
If you just lay in my...
Ah, ah, arms... (Won't you lay in my) Ah, ah, arms... (Mama lay in my) Ah, ah, arms...
(Baby won't you lay in my) Ah, ah, arms...

When I look into your eyes
I see something that money can't buy
And I know if you give us a try
I'll work hard for you girl
And no longer will you ever have to cry

Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things, that you don't have to (Deal with things you don't have to)
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm (No, no)
But you could feel this real love (Feel it)
If you just lay in my... Ah, ah, arms... (Whoa) Ah, ah, arms... (My baby) Ah, ah, arms... (Oooh, yea) Ah, ah, arms...

When I look into your eyes
I see something that money can't buy
And I know if you give us a try
I'll work hard for you girl
You won't ever cry

Now listen I wanna try some right now
See they don't do this anymore
I'll sing something
And I want the guys to sing with me
They go "It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?"
And then the ladies go "I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you"
Guys sing It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?
And ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you
Feels good don't it, come on It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?
Yea, ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you
Show the good to me
Sing it one more time It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?
Ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you Yea, yea..
It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?
Ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you

Gentlemen, good night
Ladies, good morning

That's it

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Welcome Back

Welcome Back , DSJ, this post is dedicated to you... about your song.. hee hee nanti I akan post, okay...

Next week Insya Allah I akan balik ke Tanjung Puteri...

Monday, February 13, 2006

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Friday, February 03, 2006

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Wednesday, February 01, 2006