For God, For the Mother Land

It was just this morning, at 7 am Malaysian army, with the muscle of 7 battalions proceed their attack on Sulu people how came on shore to claim their Sabah land. It has been almost three weeks since they've landed, but it is now the time for the troopers to start the "war".

We usually read history of our old Askar Rejimen battled our way for the King to claimed right for lands. Since independence, Malaysian army mostly only used for protocols, or to make sure formal and officials occasions by the King is properly executed or the occasional misi keamanan.

But now, it is the true war that they've waited so long, to protect our land, from the people who claimed the land to be theirs.

Let's pray for our brothers and sisters who are fighting in Lahad Datu.

Pic credits to mstar.

New House - Part 1

Faidrol has been eyeing that one particular house just less than 500 metres from his mom's. As they said we need to buy a house which is farther than our in laws or our own parents, but this I myself could not resist.

The house is not as initially planned nor it is our dream house; an intermediate, no ground at the back of the house and very little beside the car porch, opening is only 20 feet and the list goes on.

But it is the house that no one can resist, as I said before. Even there were so many people set eyes on this property, prompting us to speed up our loan application.

Loan was not easy; first we got rejected because there was only one name submitted and the loan cannot be bear by only one person. Hence I stepped in to become "nama bersama" for the house; and after about 2 weeks, the loan is approved.

It was a long weekend; a CNY holiday , that we asked for the owner's permission to paint the house interior. He agreed to let us in, despite SnP had not been signed yet.

And here it is, our first project to the house; almost all parts of renovation are DIY as we cannot afford to have a contractor or interior designer to do it for us. Only 3 pictures looked good for the blog though, and here they are:



DenganMu Aku Tenang

Tuhan sentuh aku dengan cinta-Mu
Basuh rindu dendam hatiku
Berlari mencari diri-Mu
Terbata meraba di fatamorgana dunia

Tuhan ampun bila hamba terlena arungi sang hidup
Nenangis tercenung nafsu butakan sang mata
Berlutut memohon Engkau ampuni sang jiwa

Lewati sepi lewati duka
Di kehidupan yang sementara
Di dalam bising di dalam tawa
Hanya dengan-Mu aku tenang
Aku tenang

Berlari mencari terlempar tak pasti
Terbata meraba di fatamorgana dunia
Menangis tercenung nafsu butakan sang mata
Berlutut memohon Engkau ampuni sang jiwa

Lewati sepi lewati duka
Di kehidupan yang sementara
Di dalam bising di dalam tawa
Hanya dengan-Mu aku tenang
Aku tenang
Aku tenang
Aku tenang

Firefly

A firefly i saw two nights ago, made me search for a cylinder glass container or any other material for that purpose, to capture the insect and to excite my little boy.

I cant find any and with my eyes fixed to the firefly as to not miss its whereabouts, and rummaging through the cabinet to search for the container, i lost the firefly.

Brokenhearted, i told my husband :

"Ema dulu, orang gaji akan tangkap and letak dalam glass container, pastu ema akan tengok kelip-kelip tu sampai la ema tertidur...."

So sweet.

He replied :

"Aku dulu nampak ja kelip-kelip; takda orang gaji tau; tangkap dengan tangan, buang kat lantai, lanyak-lanyak".

Habis semua sweetness.

Addicted.

The black tar or the white china that needs to be cooked, they are all addicted.

Though the stories are mostly in Courtney's favour, I beg to differ. Those could be true. If they're not, they were all good lies.

Am asking for more, this time from a different author, who, he happened to interview Kurt purposely to publish this book.

Let us pray local stores has this / order this from overseas just for me :

Addicted? Come on, move on to next.

Of Whatnots : Heavier Than Heaven.

And so I have started to read one of the books I purchased.
Kurt Cobain is further distanced from me personally, as the book, as I personally take it, was more against him, describing him as a sex obsessive person or someone who was a really intimidated by his own fame.

Halfway through the book, I tried to search for some reviews that might help me to fix Kurt's bad personality as I see it (or read it to be more accurate).
Most reviews said the book is a total Love's affair, her way of covering truths and thus reveal the lies, and mostly what the writer liked to think of what it should be, as a fictional writer wants it.

I am happy to have to download more of not-so-famous-here-in-my-world songs of Nirvana (or Fecal Matter; an earlier version of Nirvana) after I've read those reviews, which siding me in the first place before I read Heavier than Heaven.

Surprisingly, I found out "Even In His Youth" sound to be interesting, among other songs.

After all, its his music that matters, it doesn't matter no more if he like to paint with his semen.

His music and his vocals are what matters most of Nirvana, not his personal broken fucked up life.

Cannot Stop. Cannot Think.

Yesterday's programme of MHI TV3 ripped me off parts of my heart, when a segment of Ahmad Adam Syukri was aired.

I cried watching it at the bus stop, on the bus to Perda, and again at the Perda bus stop waiting for Faidrol to fetch me.

I thought I will not cry after watching it several times, but tears never failed to drop, everytime.

Again watching it on my bed, cried.
Again watching it today (where I confidently said to myself I will not cry in the office big time, and I've watched it before so I should'nt cry) but I wept like a baby!.

"Adam tunggu Mama depan pintu syurga ok".

Hati kena siat.