Keropok

Esok aku ditugaskan untuk menemubual seorang pengusaha keropok lekor..Jadi untuk memantapkan tugas, aku terus mencari bahan-bahan atau latar belakang yang berkenaan dengan industri keropok lekor di Malaysia. Nah..apa yang aku dapat, bukannya tentang sejarahnya tetapi sejumlah pengalaman orang ramai yang melibatkan keropok lekor. Melalu blog mereka, pelbagai ragam, kenangan dan pendapat dilontarkan mengenai keropok lekor, di mana aku pasti makanan ini bukan sahaja digemari oleh penduduk tempatan bahkan warga asing..Bukan sahaja makanan ini popular bahkan menjadi sebutan pasa setiap peminatnya..Yang pasti, kenangan menemubual pengusaha keropok lekor esoknya pasti akan memberi impak yang tidak akan berakhir padaku :)

Kimura is Back!!

For all fans of Takuya Kimura, don't forget to switch on to 8TV every Saturday and Sundays, 6pm. He's back with his new drama "Pride", got to watch. I've watched it and love every minute of it..See ya

Broken Dreams

"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

A month after she left...

Monday, November 08, 2004:
bai...kerinduan ku pada mu membara..
setiap hari bagaikan padang pasir
tanpamu

keindahan laut lenyap tanpa kehadiranmu
kecerian burung senyap tanpamu disisiku

bai,kaulah sahabat ku di kala ku sedih
kalaulah kawan yg merawat hatiku yg
pedih

bai,kalaulah teman yg mengajar ku erti
kehidupan
di kala ku sesat di dalam hutan

akan ku susuni jari jemariku
utk ku pohon doa utk mu
supaya kau bejaya menimba ilmu
sepanjang perjalanan ke dunia barumu

i love you bai

p/s: baii..ko ape kaba..storylah..aku rindu nak jumpe
ko..aku still adeeq yg ko kenal dulu.

This is the last message I've got from her before she past away. Tomorrow, will be a month since she passed away. How I wish that my sad feelings will go away...I still miss her at times..and sometimes my heart hurt badly..This few days, I've been thinking about death..I don't know why..but I've been having a wierd feeling about it.. I remembered it all started when I read the sympthom2 of dying. It been haunted me since maybe it is because I'm not ready for it. I even scared to tell my closest friends and family that I am really2 scared. I don't think I have enough good deeds to secure a place in heaven. I am not a good daughter to my parents as there are still things for them I have'nt complete. Too scared to think that after I died, my family will lost its breadwinner as most income comes from me. Too scared to think that my responsibilities will be handed to Ana and Mamat as they still need me as I need her so much. Too scared that my parents could not face the reality as they have put so much hope in me. Too scared that I will not have the last chance to tell them that they are my world and how I love them so much. Too scared that don't have the chance to tell all my friends that I love them so much and appreciate their friendship so much as they have helped me to build myself. Too scared to continue this anymore................................................................?????

Tired

Do u always think of a man? Why he always stared at you but don't have anything to say..Wonder if u ever wear wrong outfit or u talk very loud at place, but he still looks at you even when u just past the street? Well, that's what I felt about Wafie..a boy that i admire during SPM's era..Yes, he still haunts me once in a while..and I still bump into him almost every week. And yes..my heart still beat faster.. I really don't know what happen..I know I made a mistake by sending him one letter, a mistake which made him look at me ever since..Not only him, his friends now also join him to stare..Deep down, he one of the people who still make my heart skips at times.what a wonderful feeling, I hate to admit but I'm not comfortable every time we sat in the same foodcourt but different place. I don't want to have this feeling as I know he had already have someone special.How do I know? Don't ask..Please God, could you just make this feeling go away.. I am tired