down

down... not up... its down... been feeling like this for quite some time now... haven't really given it much thought... but when i'm awake alone at night, i definitely feel like my mind is the devil's workshop...

I'm BACK!

ya... finally after a very long time... i'm back...
but i'll be using this as a diary instead...
will not be using twitter, linking facebook, to rant out my feelings any longer...

Farewell... Yasmin Ahmad

Yasmin Ahmad dies
KUALA LUMPUR, July 26 —Renowned film and advertising director Yasmin Ahmad died here at about 11.25 pm last night.
Her death was confirmed by Media Prime Group Chief Operations Officer Datuk Seri Ahmad Farid Ridzuan, who was at the Damansara Specialist Hospital, when contacted by Bernama.
Yasmin, 51, collapsed while presenting a working paper at Sri Pentas, the headquarters of the private television station TV3 on Thursday and was rushed to the Damnsara Specialists Hospital.
She was reported to have suffered a stroke and brain haemorrhage - Bernama

wat a sad news, to know about sum1 i know about even juz for 10mins or so has... passed away.

it was back at Isetan, KLCC, when i was working for Delsey during their promotion sales (in between november-december 2007) right in front of the 1st floor 'goin down' escalator.

i still remember her wearing her motherly smile, which will gif most of us youngster a boost of confidence, approached me with her husband, who is a chinese, saying that they need a new suit case and their current one is very old.

trying to sell my product, i approached her with a smile in return.

upon answering my question, "of what sorts of bag are you looking for, ma'am?" very fluent cantonese without any flaw, i thought that she's a chinese, who's very supportive of being a Malaysian cause she's wearing baju kurung. (since very seldom do i see chinese female wearing a baju kurung, unless its compulsory for their work or school uniform)

not until she jokes with me halfway after i talked a lot trying to promote my goods, saying that she would like to introduce her daughter to me, i do not know that she's a malay.

to my curiousity, i really did ask her, my customer, whether is she a malay or chinese.

she laughed at my question and start telling me, a complete stranger who has just known her for few minutes, her story about her marriage.

she was once married to a malay man and now a chinese man. therefore the reason she can speak fluent cantonese is thanks to her current husband. (she even joked about getting married to an indian man to learn tamil)

finally, i managed to talked her into getting a luggage with lots of pocket, which she think its interesting- 1 pocket for sandals/shoes, 1 pocket for toiletries, 1 pocket for accesories that might come in handy.

after paying at the cashier counter, she is still smiling and she even wave goodbye to me, before continuing her journey with her husband down the escalator. and that is the first and last time i see her face to face in real life.

and the funny thing was, she is so friendly that we are like making friends instead of trying to do business.

part 2 lor...

Cheers or No Cheers...
as i continue down the list...
my english was not as gud as i expected eventhough it was already an "A"...
But its only a "A"2...
haiz...
as i continue down the list...
my dreams started to shatter bit by bit when the "C" n "D" n "G"!!! started to showup...

REGRET?!

OF COURSE!!!

if only i sleep LESS in class...
if only i dun sleep in class at all...
instead i should have sleep earlier at nite...
if only i can control myself n not play too much computer games...
if only i study a little bit more before spm...
if only i study a little bit more serious...
eventhough its only a tiny little bit...

REGRET?!

too... late...

SPM results... part 1

on march the 12th...
i've finally receive the results i've been waiting for, since the mid of dec, when i've finish the last paper of spm...
when i got my hands on my spm slip...
i peep wit anxiety as if i'm playing poker...
at first...
its a ...
a capital wit round edge for my BM...
could it b a "C" or a "G"?
n wat a relief...
its a "C"...
a credit n a fail makes an unbelievable huge different, not juz in passing or failing the whole cert...
but the feeling of finally succeeding in sumthing, which i've almost, everytime, failed...
hehe ^^
CHEERS!!!

wat do u think?

erm...
wat do u think if i say i 1 2 b a chef?
or an air steward?

A simple thing about most Asians is that they feel "segan" while most mat salleh don't