Love, Killin’ Kind.

Got a forwarded message from a friend.

A guy who rode a motorbike with his girl were speeding over 100 MPH on the road.

Girl: Slow down. I’m scared!
Guy: No, this is fun!
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: …Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
The girl hugged him.
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.

In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building due to brakes failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived.

The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn’t want to let his girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even thought it meant that he would die.

Ooooowww… <:-(

Once upon a daylight…

Last Monday, went to Dufan with my brother and cousins. It was the day right before Eid ul-Fitr, the mid of holiday season, so I did expect:

1. The place to be crowded,
2. A long queue at each attraction,
3. People who would be more than happy to cut in the queue right before our very eyes,
4. Me, busy saying “Get back in the line, pleeeease!” to the people who (grrghh… #%^&%!!) just didn’t seem to give up on doing it.

Well, I admit that, at this point, I had my own so-called presumption before I entered the place towards the people inside, whom I hadn’t seen yet. This is one of those moments when I’m just too tired to even tryyyy (see how tired I am?) thinking positive coz perhaps I’ve known the situation well. Too well *sighing a la drama queen*

Anyway, all of the above came true. Yep, including number 4.

Inside and outside this adventure world, many healthy people (…whoa, good guess! They’re indeed those who aren’t dying!) cut in. Oh, no no… not so that the wars in the world end if they do. Not so that HIV stops spreading either. And tens of other not-so-that’s…

So, what good is cutting in the line for? Oh well, I suppose it’s time to say hi again to our beloved friend named E-freakin’-go. I bet u’ve met this legendary friend before, perhaps a minute ago? Who hasn’t, by the way?

Back to the Dufan story… After three times experiencing people cutting in (thank yooouuu… #%$$^&*#@!), when I was standing in line for the Dolls Castle with my peeps, I saw this man behind us. He was about 40’s of age, and was with his wife & kids. His kids tried to cut us in. But what stopped me from scolding them (right, I do have a heart to this to kids at times) was what their father did. He, patiently and persistently, told his kids to just stand in line and not to cut in ever again. And the kids instantly did what he said.

Oh wow…! To see such a view… amid the hot and humid air…! I swear, everytime someone did cut in, no one else (except my bunch, of corrzz) seemed to be bothered. At Star Wars attraction, one daddy let his kid went all the way to the front line to catch up with the mommy. My piercing look on the father didn’t have any effects at all. So I thought,”Well done. Looks like he’s done a good job educating his kid about manners…”

Now, let’s return to the Dolls Castle short story. Sorry about the sudden jumps on topics. Of course I didn’t know that man. But oh how I admired and was proud of him… of his family too! Now that what I call a true hero!!

Because, hero is one who has the courage to keep respect for others in his/her heart.

…….. Are you?

Eid Mubarak 1427 H…!

May Allah SWT protect you from all harm,

Brighten your heart with the light of Iman,

Bless you with the vision of Ihsaan, and

Elevate you with the greatness of Eid ul-Fitr.

Aamiin.

:: Far and Few Between ::

Pull up a chair, and tell me your sign :: Tell me your life, and I’ll tell you about mine :: Life can get so rough, that we both know :: And when it gets too tough, you just gotta flow

Go with the punches, I know you know what I mean :: ‘Coz the good times, can seem so far and few between

I can tell you, I surely am no preacher :: Hope you agree, living is the greatest teacher :: This world can faze you, that we both know :: When you’re lost and confused, you just gotta flow

Go with the punches, sometimes it gets real mean :: ‘Coz the happy times can seem so far and few between

What to do to get you through :: And start anew, go back to school :: The school of love :: Lord from above will set you free :: Fly like a dove

– J. Deane

‘Tis alright

It hasn’t been an easy week.

Losing… keeping… losing again… realizing…. deciding…

Seems like things just have to shiver, as a reminder that life is indeed fairly imperfect. Well, I suppose now is one of those right moments when I can learn how to kneel and to be grateful.

Confused with what I wrote? ’Tis alright. Well, have a good day. It is important.

So long, old friend….

You were kind… You were warm… You cared much about others…

You stood by your friends in their tough times…

You never missed saying ‘happy birthday’ to me, thank you…

You looked provoking though, the first time I saw you

But hey, guess what, it was amazing that you were here before…

… … …

So long my dear old friend, Edy Marpenta (1972 – 2006) …

Will being nice kill?

• Far from being friendly,
• Unappreciative,
• Giving you nasty comments and
• Responding sarcastically to what you say, but!
• Usually, oh so angelic and sweet to the boss.

I bet those are the standard requirements for a person to be awarded with the shiny Public Enemy insignia in your environment. He or she could be your teacher, your boss, classmate, or anyone whom why-oh-why you just have to deal with everyday.

I do find this kind of people many, many times. Oh dear, how I’d like to take them for a duel…

But hang on, let’s not hate them just yet. Coz I begin to wonder… what causes them mainly to be such wicked persons? It can’t be just a bad day, can it? Coz it seems to be more like a character than a behavior.

Could it be the way they’re being raised in the family? Or are there any bad histories in their lives, leaving them untrusting towards people? Most of all, what good will it bring them for being such a *beep sound 7x*? Respect? Hmm… I know people will be afraid of them, but definitely not respect. Gaining superiority? Maybe, although I don’t see what’s superiority’s use without respects from people.

Frankly speaking, I’d like to be as wicked as they are when facing people like this. Aaarggh… twice as much, if possible! Still, it won’t make me different with them, will it?

Well, one thing for sure, I don’t hate them. I really don’t. I just pity them. They seem to define ‘happiness’ differently, whereby happiness means their own happiness, not making others happy.

Now what if you’ve done his/her order and any of the first four criterias above happens, what’s the right thing to do? Ask politely to behave nicer? Give ‘Manner 101′ book as an early birthday gift? Or smile?

Yeah, would be nice. A simple one won’t kill you, right? It’s elegant as well. But wait until this wacko says,”Are you nuts smiling yourself?”

Hearts will…

- To Miss Soy Sauce

“Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable,” said the Wizard of Oz.

So girl, you know what you shouldn’t be afraid of

Burping granny

We, the whole family, call her Nenek (or Granny, in English.) Ow, not that she’s my grandmother. She’s just a 71 year-old masseur who’s, amazingly, still kicking and alive (otherwise she’d just massage herself instead, wouldn’t she?)

When she first arrived at our house to massage me, she burped. And when she was massaging me, she burped again and again. I thought that was just her old-age habit. But then, as if she could read my wondering mind, she explained to me that she would burp everytime someone needed her help and when she is massaging her client (so I suppose it’s like her “sensor” thingy.) In her opinion, there is some kinda unhealthy air within the unwell muscles and that air has to be drawn out, and at this point she usually burps. Meanwhile, I failed to reach the common sense while trying to picture her explanation in my mind *sigh*

On top of it all, Nenek is a very nice old woman. Very polite. She, in an undeniable way, brings warmth to everyone in the house every time she comes.

Anyway, I still don’t get the logic behind the ‘unhealthy air’ and ’burp’ until now. Maybe I should just ask her again next time. Or can anyone please explain the mechanism (whadda…) to me?

Soul mate (?)

I just got this e-mail below (along with the ”pass this around to na-na-na people, make a wish and something good will come to you” message.) 

[13] When you just went out with him/her, and he/she has just left you for 5 minutes, you’ve missed him/her already…

[12] You read his/her text messages over and over again…

[11] You always walk slowly when you’re with him/her…

[10] You become very gentle when you’re with him/her…

[9] When you’re thinking about him/her, your heart beats faster and faster…

[8] You smile happily when you hear his/her voice…

[7] It’s only him/her whom you see…

[6] You start listening to slow music when remembering him/her…

[5] He/she is always on your mind…

[4] You’re confident because of him/her…

[3] You smile when thinking of him/her…

[2] You’d do anything for him/her…

[1] When you’re reading this, there’s only one person in your mind at the moment…

Well, it takes more than those 13 signs to tell me what a soul mate actually is.

I suppose I can only be convinced whom my soul mate is, only when I’m about to close my eyes eternally.

Soul mate, is not a title given to someone for free.

It’s an achievement for the big heart, who’s decided to go through joy and sorrow with me