Tidurlah, Pujaan Hatiku....

Seorang insan bergelar lagenda. Seorang anak seni yang tiada tolok bandingnya. Di waktu malam begini, hati ku tergerak untuk mendengar suaranya. Lalu di putarkan lagu beliau. Sedang berkumandangnya kelunakan suara insan ini, tiba-tiba jari jemari terpanggil untuk melakarkan sesuatu. Terasa inspirasi singgah di hati. Sesungguhnya suara beliau begitu menawan kalbu. Ramlee bin Puteh. Diri ini serasa tidak layak untuk menulis sesuatu mengenai insan ini. Rasanya tidak cukup ilmu di dada, tidak tercapai akal ini untuk mengatakan sesuatu yang layak untuk menggambarkan keistimewaan insan ini. Kerna amat benar, insan ini cukup istimewa. Biarpun masa silih berganti, beliau masih tiada penggantinya. Melalui karyanya, dapat dirasakan kesedihannya, kegembiraannya, ketulusan hatinya. Setiap kali melangkah masuk ke dalam rumah beliau di Setapak, sering hati ini dilanda kesedihan yang teramat kuat. Air mata menitis di Kuala Lumpur. Beliau pernah menyuarakan hasrat untuk hidup seribu tahun lamanya. Nyata hasrat itu hidup melalui karyanya. Sungguh hebat bakat yang dikurniakan Illahi pada dirinya. Walaupun pada hujung hayatnya, beliau merasakan seolah dirinya sudah tidak dihargai, namun nyata usahanya sepanjang hayat tidak sia-sia. P.Ramlee seniman agung. Lagenda sepanjang zaman. Inspirasiku. Tidurlah wahai pujaan hatiku. Tidurmu diiringi doa. Perjuanganmu dikenang. Karyamu dijulang. Di dalam hati kau tetap bersemi. Seribu tahun menjadi pasti. Air mata di Kuala Lumpur bukanlah penghujung. Menitis kini kerna kagum. Tidurlah dengan tenang, Ramlee.

You Suck!

How is it that a 50 year old woman still chooses to act like a 2-year old? Oh well, you're not worth my time, I tried to be nice, I tried to make things right, but apparently this woman is just unable to comprehend the concept of MATURITY. So if you wanna continue acting like a kid, go ahead. YOU SUCK, ANYWAY!

Selamanya - Innuendo

This is an amateur video clip of Innuendo's Selamanya; a dedication to the lyricist, Azmi Abdul Rahman (Cahaya Pena).

To view on YouTube, click on the link below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR9m_deSy44

Polis DiRaja Malaysia

"Mendakap embun,

bermandi hujan,

dibakar terik panas mentari....
Tak kira siang ataupun malam,
Ku taburkan bakti...."

In a time where almost everyone in this country are having doubts about our police force, I am inclined to believe in them. Or at least in what they represent. And that not all cops are bad. There are those who are dedicated to the force and believes in upholding justice and maintaining peace for all of us.

The lyrics above was part of a song called Ku Ibarat Lilin and at one time was the theme song for PDRM. And my uncle who was in the police force sang this song many years ago for the PDRM album which was released in 1990 under BMG Records.

The lyrics fills me with a sense of pride for our police force. I still remember, at one time I wanted to be a police inspector. Somehow that plan didn't quite pan out. But I still think that one bad apple does not necessarily contaminate the entire bushel. Our police force keeps us free to do what we want, when we want. How is it that people are so quick to judge them these days? Perhaps this song could repair some of the PR damage that PDRM has been suffering of late.

Mustaffa Yusoff. The man who sang this song. The man with the golden voice. My uncle.

This post is for you, Bab, an ex-policeman who dropped out of the force because he "tak sampai hati nak tangkap orang jahat." My dad, the man with a big heart. The best dad in the whole universe. Happy Father's Day. To My Bab, and all the policemen out there. People can say what they want about the police force, but I know better. I remember loving this song so much I sang it during one of our family functions. I was only 9 at the time. I loved this song because my uncle made it special. He and my Dad are among those who believes in justice and the truth and doing the right thing. To my uncle, though many may have forgotten this song, I intend to do my part in keeping it alive.

Here's the song Ibarat Lilin. Enjoy. Hidup PDRM!

Bye Bye Stress. Hello Sanity.

Next, please!

I am just so angry at the moment. Livid, positively flaming with rage. If I was not at the office I would have probably smashed something against the wall by now. The rage that is boiling in me has almost reached its peak that it might just explode and result at profanities being hurled at anything or anyone that decides to cross me right now. Somehow I am trying to contain it and wait until I get home before I explode. I still have one more news to read on-air at 8pm; can't afford to lose my cool now. But once I'm done with that I'm heading home to yell expletives and bash a wall.

What meeting is so horrendously important that I am not allowed a few hours to unwind and enjoy this weekend? What gathering is sooooo friggin' vital that I am being relegated to a weekend of take-outs and reruns of reruns of reruns? Are you people trying to solve world hunger? Plotting to take-over the British Empire? Working on a cure for the common cold??

This is why I am beyond furious. Remember Carrie? She was nothing compared to what I'm feeling right now. Hell has no fury like a woman who's weekend just got hijacked by a pot-luck gathering! Words can't even begin to describe how mad I am.

It isn't that I don't want to understand. I can. And I think I have been patient enough. I believe I deserve a day to enjoy and unwind and just walk around malls or have tea at some mamak. Bukannya aku ajak pi Bali ka Paris ka. Just a simple day out.

So here I am, blogging from the office on a Friday night, going back to watch Ghost Whisperer and pig out on McDonalds, and tomorrow's Saturday, stay at home watching Cosby and ALF reruns, pig out on McDonalds, and then it will be Sunday, same thing all over again, and then it's Monday already and a whole week begins again, miserably awaiting for next weekend, probably to get just as disappointed as this one.

Next, please. (Note to next: You better not ditch me for pot-lucks!)

Is that an act, or were you born obtuse?

Now isn't that a romantic idea? A key-chain with the picture of a couple in love. I thought it was romantic. My boyfriend thought it was romantic too. That's why he carries the key-chain I got for him with his car keys and takes it with him everywhere he goes. But apparently there are those who do not like this idea. There are those who probably think this is a romantic idea but feels a tad bit jealous. I don't know, whatever it is, please lah keep your jealousy to yourself.

Fact of the matter is, I am with him and he is with me. We have no idea what the future holds, maybe we'll get married, maybe we won't. Only God knows. But one thing we know right now is that we both love each other and we are together. In an effort to be polite, kindly back off. Sesiapa yang tidak berkaitan tu tolonglah dengan segala hormatnya stop crossing the line. Whatever feelings you may be having for him, will you kindly keep it to yourself? He obviously doesn't feel the same way, so all you're doing is making a fool of yourself.

At this point in my life, I am beginning to despise women over 40 who are constantly scheming, manipulating and trying to make me lose my mind. Bukan satu ja woman over 40 that is giving me heartache right now, there's more than one. So I think I can safely draw this conclusion: They are jealous of the fact that I am single, never been married, have no baggage and I am at the prime of my life. But the THREE ultimate reasons of jealousy has to be these:

Number One:

I am THIN and TALL and HOT
(I may not have the looks but I know how to work it!)

Number Two:

I'm young. 'Nuff said.

And Number Three:
I've got the elegance and style.

So those are the conclusions I came up with. It has to be. Otherwise, why are they so eager to menyebok with my life? Aku tak kacau orang pun. I'm just a girl, who met a guy and fell in love with him. Yang korang ni nak jealous apahal? Ramai lagi laki kat luar tu. Silalah pi memancing kat tempat lain. Please lah, stop giving me headaches. Why must you keep hoping and hating me in the process?

But anyway, I kinda feel good because they are jealous. I mean come on, what else can it be, right?

Here's a piece of advice: Just stick to being his friend and try to accept the fact that he's taken. It will make life easier for you, him and me. At this point, I am hating you to the point of sheer resentment. Go away. Now.