New year passes by so nervously.
The glooming of overcast above us worried me… it’s a new challenge up ahead.
Change our attitude towards ourselves has to be made fast… no more sitting duck.
It’s going to be a tough year ahead of us, guys - trust me.
When war is to be a catalyst for economic spur…
If you thinking you’re loving what you’ve now, trust me, kept to it before its start not to love you anymore.
I’ve my monthly big entry tomorrow (from this month onwards, it will be my routine entry every month - about my past), which is kind of very-very sad.
So do come back, to say something…
Before I spoiled your holiday mood, lets celebrate someone life; cause when the love is gone, dear - it ain’t returning back.
While my love grows - hopefully, there was a Rosemary waiting at my door.
Check out the date of the chart topper and the background dancer, so classic.
Back in 80’s, late afternoon - on a day when sun is so bright and shadowed by the trees on the west - we, whole family would pack a ‘kopi ais‘ in red thermos and ‘biskut majerin‘, an inch rectangle size biscuits which you can easily get from ‘Kedai Runcit‘ - and we all went to ‘Kute‘ till dawn.
‘Kute‘ is an area where we have our sawah padi.
Although it was not our own land, my dad will ‘pawah‘ it with the land owner so this would becomes our main source of income to support us all.
Me and my sisters, we sat under a coconut tree at ‘atas gong‘, a pieces of higher land surround by ‘lelalang‘ bush that always waving non-stop blown by the strong wind. › Continue reading
I would remember running away from my mum during Maghrib time with her loud shrinking voice chasing me to go upstair to take shower after playing a ‘lempar koo‘ game with my cousin under the machang tree next to grandma place.
And I would go to a perigi to take a naked buffalo shower bordered by the bamboo wall with rusty zink door.
December like this, a wind would shake the rubber tree next to the house and you can here the POP sound from the ‘buah getah‘ drop on the ground; and the huge rumpun bamboo behind the house scratching between each other and the sound I always thought a ‘hantu kopek lanjut‘ laughing - like what mum said to scared me off; › Continue reading
It’s Friday, a day which every bit of pieces of our life we intend to celebrate with full of joy but what happen when you stumble upon a so corny piece of music like this?
While Beyonce staging her sensually devine voluptuously curves (a voice too) seeking a justice from her boy even tho she was the one to die for, through her latest song ‘If I Were A Boy’, it make me thinking what if (what if!) I were a girl… › Continue reading
I’ve to say 10 years ago, I never understood why Sheila Majid (Dato’ ) voice was so unique and she was a big huha by a certain quartered of people in Malaysia. But after listening to Renee Olstead my perception towards Jazz and Sheila Majid suddenly change. › Continue reading
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