NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE !

Nothing is impossible, but I doubt they could fit inside :P

Salam..

So here comes my concluding post regarding the Perhimpunan Wira Negara Revolusi 1Malaysia.

There neither any sense of violence nor terrifying incidents happened throughout the event. It was just another youth event... One thing that should be observed is that, our youths can behave.

It is also good to see campaigns such as 1Belia1Kemahiran to be part of the event... because personally, I really feel that in all that participated, they do have their own skills that can be developed further.

The Minister of Youth and Sports , DS Ahmad Shabery Cheek once said that, he do hope and looking forward for more events that participants came full heartedly out of their own interest and accord. The 20k crowds that flocked Bukit Jalil from 7-9 January definitely did that. Those that was present came as far as Singapore, rode on their vespa to join the event.

The first step is there, to gather the youths to get to do to what they love most.. through a better channel. Maybe after this, it will be even better and bigger.

Personally, I had my piece of lesson as well. In terms of event organization, it taught me also that to have an event of that scale; it needs passion, commitment and determination. The whole event was held without any funding from the Government or GLCs or any other big sponsors. From individuals to small partners, it made the event a success.

There this one common sentence that tends to annoy me a lot, “kalau tak ada peluru, macam mana nak pegi berperang”. Translation: If do not have any bullets, how can you even go for a battle. Bullet metaphorically represents money. In their case, they did not have enough funding either, but it still came out well.

Apart from that, I understood the importance of having the right team. It is not about the quantity, it is on quantity. The event may be Bro Arman’s brainchild but it took only a team of 7 to be the backbone of whole planning. Of course, during the event day, there are people like me that worked as volunteers as well J

They taught me that nothing is impossible when you put your mind, thoughts and efforts full heartedly. For me, how they need to deal with some publics’ misperception, critics and sceptics will be just another part and parcel of life...and since it’s them, I think they got used to it by now already! Haha :P

To the 7s,if you’re reading this, good luck in everything you do bros!

To all my other readers, remember... NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE.

Xoxo,

eyem3

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If you missed the earlier posts...

here's PART 1 and PART 2

From eyem3's eyes.....

From my eyes...

I was driving on the MEX Highway when I spotted 2 Vespa’s making their way to Bukit Jalil. First thought that came into my mind was, “wow. They woke up early on a Saturday!!”. Haha. Nearby the turning to Bukit Jalil, I saw a bike, more like a skeleton of a bike, on a back of a pickup. I knew, that will be one of the bikes that will take part in the sprint test later. My driving continued... feeling sleeping on a Saturday morning.

Wearing the black tshirt for crew and tag, I reached Bukit Jalil on the Saturday morning to being my task as the crew. Task given: Taking care of the Lucky Draw registration. There was a lucky draw that let the one lucky winner took home a motorbike that worth RM 3999 !

Here’s our lucky winner...

*That was an advert*

Back to the story, when I reached there, there was already people!! I thought I was early and sleepy, definitely not the same case for those who had been there since early morning. Some even put up tent to sleep there as well. Another WOW came out of my mouth.These people are up early. Well.. it is not a norm for me to be waking up early on a Saturday, up and widely awake to be at an open air place. Well, that’s a about me, but definitely not them. J

It seems that there were even people that pitched up tents to sleep over, just to be early for the next day. There is surely a sense of commitment shown there which I am quite impressed off.

We set up the booth and everything ready for the lucky draw registration form. Some are shy, some are cheeky, some ICs are dull and old looking even though their born in 94, some has good looking brand new like IC even though they are born in the 70s. Many different ways of keeping IC s as well...

During the first day I was there, I helped many to write the lucky draw form for them. That was how I I got to see those different Identification Cards! :D and some, really look soo much better in person than the IC pic! He he he.

OK, here’s the more serious thing. Throughout the entire 3 days program, please note that there was NO group fighting, individual fightings or what so ever. It went peacefully well. The only accident that happened was when a biker carelessly did not brake his bike well during the sprint test and overshoot the track. Paramedics were there and he was treated almost immediately and all fine J

One thing for sure, I see how creative people can be.. From the composition of own songs that there were performing on stage, the airbrush designs on bikes and cars not forgetting, the type of stunts they could do. Stunts from BMX, skateboards and bikes... it definitely needed a lot of time, practice and passion. In short, I must say that I am in between the crowd that are passionate with what they love.

Apart from the motorsport related booths, there were also booths from JKJR, Agensi Anti Dadah, SPR and also MBM. Road safety was promoted and also bout dangerous drugs.MBM was promoting on the youth gathering that will be held in May as well as the new campaign of 1Belia1Kemahiran. The campaign of 1Belia1Kemahiran is to promote youth to further their studies for tertiary, a 2^nd chance to the dropouts to do vocational studies, as well to upskilled and reskilled themselves. Also promoted there is DIPLOMA IN AUTOMOTIVE TECHNOLOGY which is recognized by the Malaysian Government as well as the international automotive industry. It is like a second chance for those who did not do well in their studies before to take up on skilled diplomas and earn better jobs.

Other than the activities at the event, the dressing was also interesting. Haha! I couldn’t get the pics of many.. but what you wear tell whom you are. You can really tell there are from which and which group. My personal favourite, was this 17yrs old girl. Didn’t get a pic of her.. she looks cute. Skinny jeans, green top and Rayban sunglasses, flaunting her long healthy black hair. Nice! She did not overdressed, it was just nice. *I’m straight, no worries*

My best dressed for male category goes to........

There you go!

DEPUTY MINISTER of Ministry of Youth and Sports Malaysia.

Little that I know that he’ll be this sporting to dressed up according to the event! Two thumbs up to you YB! J

I am sorry guys, Dato’ Razali top it all~ my best dressed man for the whole 3 days! Hehe. It is not a usual sighting of our Deputy Minister in such outfit officiating an event. Heck about the boring for Batik shirt, it’s a Woodstock-like gathering y’all~ This man got style!! J

He spent about 3 hours at the event after officiating it. Here are some pics of him...the youthful Deputy Minister. Oh ya, he’s also the Deputy Head of UMNO’s youth wing.

So there you go.. those are some stuffs that I can share about the event last week.

I would really love to share with you an interview with a stunt GIRL that performed during the event. Coolness! Tudung clad, with oversize sunglass, complete with all the safety gears, she’s one woman that can made men jaw dropped! Who is she...? Coming up in my later post... “She’s stunning!”

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It took me quite awhile to sit down and write about this.. had been really busy. Sorry that the post came out late. J Hope you all enjoy it! ;)

if u missed the first part.. here's the PART 1

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7-9 January 2011 , Bukit Jalil.

Salam..

Just before I was writing this, I was looking at some pics taken during the Perhimpunan Wira Negara Revolusi 1Malaysia. It is mouthful to pronounce the full name of the event. Mouthful or not,it did not stop a total of 23737 youths from different walks of life to come over to Bukit Jalil and of course, it caught my attention as well.

When I first heard the name of the event, I asked the project director himself, Bro Arman Azhar, Ketua Wira PERKASA. Before that, let me give a little introduction about PERKASA. It is an NGO in Malaysia that fights for the right of the constitution to be followed accordingly. One their main issues raised are regarding the rights of the Malay race in Malaysia. Often misunderstood as racist, they are just another NGO that aims to uphold the constitution and nothing more. In PERKASA, there’s youth wing, which is headed by Bro Arman himself. They are very known to be very vocal as well. Some hate them, some dislike them but majority misunderstood them. Some even feel that they are a bunch of ultra racist individuals that has no life.

To tell you the truth, those in the youth wing that I met, they are just normal individuals like us. Nothing offensive about them and they do not discriminate what so ever. I had my preconceive ideas about them too in the beginning, but hey, you will not know until you make the effort to get to know. Off the stern faces, serious conversations and peaceful demonstrations, they proved to me that they are open, understanding and very youthful at heart! Working with them was not stressful but in fact, it made my weekend fun! J

So how did I lend myself in the event crew?

My tag

Simple,I volunteered for it. I wanted to know the other youths of my countries that I did not seem to get more exposure on to. Honestly, I only know a little on cars and almost no knowledge on motorbikes and its community at all. This event, it involved cars, motorbikes, skateboards, BMX and various indie bands all at one place. It was crazy!! And hell lot of people!!

The forgotten misfit.

I asked Bro Arman, what is the gathering/carnival is all about. He told me that it is about the forgotten youth. He wanted to gather the so-called forgotten youth in harmony to make their presence felt and also for others to learn about them. Bro Arman used the term forgotten, The Malaysian Insider news portal used the word misfit.

What about me?

I may not agree with Bro Arman to say it is forgotten. Not that they are forgotten but they were put too much negativity to them. Personally, it still doesn't sound nice to use misfit. They are all well and as fit as a lion! haha. Me kidding there. Nothing is wrong with that :P The only thing missing is the positive public perception.

I can’t deny the fact that the news reports even till movies, the motorbikes community left quite a uneasy perception on to the public.

During the event however, it was just not about the biker community which the popular termed as mat rempit by many, it is really about the youths that was paid less attention about.

They are neither forgotten nor unfit, they are just not given more attention to it.

To be honest, I may be surrounded by intelligent, idealistic and talented youths around me that are very inspired to become a leader... but the gathering opens up my eyes to the other side of the coin.

Most of them may not care on how UN works, international relations, world issues etc...but these are actually a bunch of talented people that have their own skills and waiting to be brushed up, getting the right people to spot them and trying their best to be spotted as well.

From the place I was at, the committee canopy, I could get 270 deg view of the event place, 90 deg blocked by the canopy next to ours :P It was from there that I started to observe...and from the visits to the event areas and talking to others, I learnt even more.

I believe that there are many good things hidden, that are waiting to be unleashed.

What did I observe during the 2 days that I was there...?

I will write that in Part 2 of my blogpost on Perhimpunan Wira Negara Revolusi 1Malaysia.

Till then~

Xoxo

eyem3

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sorry all the posting came out late..I've drafted earlier as always but kept in the laptop :P

Men,cake and dot dot dot

In general, let's see the whole male population as a cake. Out of that full cake, cut out half of it, to represent those married ones...

Let's work within the half that is left...assuming that this half represents singles, we must cut out those who are already engaged. Making the portion even smaller...

Out of this smaller portion, cut out those who has already a gf..which will then make the portion even smaller

So what's left now is a small portion of the claimed to be singles out there..However,out of this small, sought after portion...the stake got even higher when...

We ladies have to minus those who are not straight, respecting the gender orientation. Also, we have to minus those partially straight.. The ones that are still confuse with their own orientation.

So now, we're left with the straight so-called single guys. What's the next problem? Hehe.Out of this rare species left...

We must put into account that within those who are single...there are still people that without them knowing that they CHOOSE to be single because they still could not get over their lost love (if it's a lost of life, it can still be tolerable,but usually it's always a bad regret of a breakup) , they are still hoping for a lady of their dreams which in typical cases had choose to move on long time ago, or in some cases, nobody seems to be good enough for them because they somehow had put their own checklist criteria of my-perfect-lady.

Gentlemen.. to begin with, there's no such thing as perfect. A partner is needed to complement us...to complement our weaknesses, so together we will be stronger. That's how we will be needing each other. A little note for those who belong in that category; open your eyes, open your heart, open your mind, may God show you that there is someone out there that really meant for you.

Now that the cake gets smaller, there's a small portion of it that we have to remove. Those guys who just never think about future; let alone life together. Personally, man are made to lead. Thus, must able to plan and think.

Now here comes the bite size left...those are genuinely ready with their hearts wide open to get to know someone, to look for a life partner...why it's bite size? Coz I don't see there's much left.

You can never know a person, if you don't get to know them...That's the number 1 rule, get to a know a person. Know the person, then decide whether you like it or not, if you like it, proceed for the next steps, if you don't, then it's ok, No harm.

After all being said, there is one reason why illustrate them as a cake. From outside,from my point of view, they are all the same, they are guys. You will never know it comes from which part of portion of the cake he belongs to until you take it to your plate.

Ironically, to find that very rare and scarce bite size is not an easy task either..have faith, and believe that you will get yours truly. Until then, the quest continues~and you don't have to force yourself to have what's on your plate either ;)

When one door shuts, another door opens. It may be not another person just yet, but it may be the door to freedom, to a wiser you or a door of opportunity to improve yourself to be even a better person that you never thought you'd be. This, applies to all the wonderful man and woman out there.

If only journey of life is just a piece of cake.

As we continue our quest to look for our other half...I constantly remind myself and would wish to remind you too that marriage is a gamble, with your life at stake. You will never know what happens next.

For those who is in full effort searching...no pain,no gain. But always remember, the right one will also finds its way :)

For those who found your other half,your efforts to maintain it should not stop.

Good luck to everyone~May all of us blessed with lots of love,joy and happiness :)

xoxo,
eyem3.

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Salam...

I should say, I was inspired by a blogger friend of mine whom I saw updating his blog just via BB. Not that I never did before, it is just that I seldom really jot down my thoughts on my BB. Thus, I decided that maybe it is about time I try to write, using BB. It's cool anyway, you can write while you are in bed,watching tv or in toilet! Haha

What came across my mind this morning is a little conversation I had with my bestie..we were talking about guys and where have they gone to. You may or may not agree with me..but this is somehow how I see the current surroundings....

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Count the blessings :)

Salam
Tadaaa.. first night at home, after I am discharged from the hospital. Cannot seem to close my eyes.. had been sleeping since I got back home anyway...
I came back from hospital today,6th day in hospital..no complaints on the nurses. They had been very nice to me.. considering how grumpy I can get at night
and how bloody my pillowcase can be when I am awake in the morning. I appreciate them.

My doctor.. he is a strict guy I must say..but very loving at heart. :) He has his own way of expressing is loving side, but I must say that he is very loving at heart :)

From the day I came back home, I shall be on house arrest for 2 weeks. No heavy work, just rest at home. At first I wonder why is that so.. However, after my first car ride back home.. gosh. i felt go nauseous.. dizzy and the first thing I did when I got back is to sleep on my bed! I sooo miss my bed. I slept like a log for good few hours!!

Well that kinda explain why I am not sleepy at 145am in the morning.. thus, writing this piece. Honestly, this time I said to myself that I am just gonna write down what comes across my mind. One big thing that had been on my mind, are the nice souls that made their time to visit me in the hospital and all the nice well wishes that I got through sms,FB,bbm and twitter.

I believe no one can ever say that 24hours a day is enough..and it is always to have extra time,find time or hope for a spare time. phrases like "kalau ada masa" is always invalid to me, coz honestly speaking, you can never have that piece of time. However, I believe in making time. You can only make time.. push and squeeze your tight schedule to do what you wish to... In my case, I am very touched, thankful and extremely happy for those who actually made time to come over and visited me in the hospital.May God bless all of you with abundance of love,joy and happiness.

I may come from a small family,but I am blessed with a big number of uncles, aunts and cousins. Adding to the list, sweet friends :)

I have an uncle of mine that took more than 2 hours to reach Pantai Medical Centre during my first night there, due to traffic and him unfamiliar with the way to get there... he was around.He made sure he came that night, coz he might not be able to come on the other days.That was so sweet :) My bestie, came with her family! :)

When I woke up from my GA, gosh, it was no joke, my nose was hurting.. and... bleeding. I heard that the doctor and nurses were talking, to let me stay in the OT area for awhile coz my bleeding was bad.. they were vaccuming my cheek and to suck the blood off. Nothing much I could do at that time other than being thankful to God that I am awake and hope that I can recover faster. It was very painful...

I did not know how bad it was until I was wheeled out.. I remembered that shocked faces from my family members. There was my family, my aunts and my uncles..which include my uncle and aunt that just got back from abroad. I have no idea how I looked like at all..all I knew at that time, it was painful, painful n painful.. discomforting at the very best. As I was dealing with the pain and the shocking faces, I heard familiar voice at the door..

First batch of friends came...I was really flattered..really.It was the batch of friends that I know how busy they are..they might not know how much it meant to me to see them around..among the firsts to see me fresh from the OT and badly in pain.I knew something was really wrong with me at that time, when they were speechless and shared the same blank face like the others. Finally,my dear friend shed some light to me.. when the golden hint was uttered.. "mi..teruk jugak ni". Bingo! that was the answer ! i was in a bad shape.. without me knowing. I only knew that much later of the day, when I went to the toilet and saw myself in the mirror for the first time. Goshhh.. i look horrible! It was baaaaaad. Cant do much about it though...all the packs and unwanted cat-like whiskers on my cheeks were taken out the following day. How was it? crazy painful. in spite of getting the drowsy injection before the doc pull out those accessories~ huhu.

back to the first day fresh from the OT,I was drowsy.. and unable to speak well..bleeding and was in pain...still in my not so fashionable OT outfit. Family members came to give their support.. n yeah,and.... someone came, that made me wanted to jump with joy! hahahaha. To be completely honest, I didnt see it coming. and to be really really really honest, yes, I did have that some little part of wish that person to come.Simple reason? There are certain people that I know that somehow can twitch my smiliing muscles to smile...people that u can smile just by looking at them. It doesnt occur to everyone.. and even that person does not know that. ;) it's good to have that much needed smiley feel good feeling in that intense pain... it was a good pain killer. if only you know that! :P haha. thanks thanks thanks n thanks for making time for me, even it was just for awhile. Given that ultra busy schedule, one thing I learnt, where there's a will..there's a way.

family and friends came..i even got notty cousins taking pics of me with the packs stuffed in my nose..lots of love and supports...

balloons..flowers..cookies hamper..chocolates.. baskin robbin ice cream..fruits..food...and lots n lots n lots of laughs

oh ya, got my first touch of ipad on my hospital bed! haha. very random, but yeah it is true.

i even have my dearie friend that flew all the way from KK.. thank u extremely much.

cool thing was, got a rockstar came by after a concert! haha. good thing about staying in a private hospital, you can accept visitors at midnight :D

a few came twice during my stay there. a friend of mine was awesome, cracking jokes that made me laugh till i think my nose could actually popped out! haha. from random topics to politics, yeah, politics..i dont think i can run away from that topic :P ...but it was just a lot of fun ! tq tq tq. was even singing on the bed! haha. funny but true.. some short sing-a-long random moments :P

not forgetting, phone calls from abroad,phone calls from different places in Malaysia to support... and messages from all around the world. tq tq tq tq tq

In short, it was physically a painful experience to undergo such operation.. waking up with blood stains on your pillowcase.. and countless number of times to wipe the dripping blood from the nose.Every cloud has a silver lining...in times like this, you will live and thankful to know and see people that really care for you.. people that made time for you.. in other words, people that really love and cafe for you one way or another. I am thankful to God that I have nice people around me. Nice uncles and aunties.. nice cousins.. and awesome friends. Above all, loving and supportive family members that took care of me. Mum and sis took turns to sleep with me and take care of me in the hospital and dad had been very supportive as well. I even got a very nice roomate at the hospital..I wish her to get well soon as well.

As my brother told me, count the blessings and appreciate the people that was there for you...

Thank you very very very much..though I did not mention any names here..you know who are. Thank you soo much for all the supports... Thanks for being there for me..
May God bless all of you :)

On another note, as the saying goes "Sakit itu penghapus dosa".. I know God still loves me.. giving me chance to improve myself. It was a physically painful experience...that brought more than just a little lesson to learn and mature :)

Take of your health folks, and take care of your family and people that care for you :)

xoxo
eyem3

Testing testing

Hallu hallu~
Since I changed my telco provider fr BB, I think I haven't update my blog from mobile just yet. Not a new story but I still feel like sharing ;)

It was my sista's burfday...
I'm still in the mood to practice baking cupcakes. Well~as the old saying goes.."Practice makes perfect".

Baked and decorated her cupcakes myself! ;)

There's still many rooms fr improvement..will keep on practicing :D
I enjoy baking somehow ;)

Enjoy the pics! :) n yes, I love u sista :D




Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry® smartphone

My BB Baby~ :)

Salam.

It had been awhile since I last posted something. Honestly, too much in my mind. There will be some of my writings that will be coming up later. Will fine tune some writings before I post it up.

Anyway, today i feel like writing about something that I just recently discovered, less than 24 hours ago. Nothing that serious, it is just about me.

Those days when I was in high school, I remember a very dear friend of mine that has OCD symptoms over her bed. Yes, bed. Living in boarding school required us to make sure that we need to make up our bed and the bed sheet is stretch to its best. Those days, the bed sheet was stretched out so nicely that even if you throw a coin, the coin will bounce on the sheet!

So back to my friend, back then, she would refuse to sit on the bed or let anyone sit on it when everything is stretched out. Me, being such an evil naughty monster at that time, once dive onto her bed!

I was just kidding at the time, nothing serious to me, but hey, she cried!! I felt sooooooooooo baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad... really! I did not know that she will actually cry out of that. I felt really bad.I could never forget that incident. Really, I felt really bad when she cried.

So back to what I discovered less than 24 hours ago...

Quoting the story that I just mentioned, looking at why she cried, it was not just her OCD, but me invading her comfort zone and private space. That was yearssssssssss ago.

Last night, I got my karma. Karma's a bitch? Hell yeah!

Since I used my Blackberry more than a year ago, my BB had always been my baby. It's closer than anything that exist around me. First thing I see in the morning, last thing I hold at night. Needless to say, without me realising, I am very attached to it. VERY!

Well, me being connected to the digital world... it does make sense I guess. My twitter..my RSS..BBM..noisy BBM Groups..FB notifications.. and the list go on and on.The only thing that I do not do on my BB is to play games.There are so many other things to do and read other than playing games on my BB. Well, at least that is what I feel.

I am very protective over it and no one had ever tried to go through it ................not until last night. First time!

Oh gosh..honestly speaking..i felt horribly angry, disappointed and somehow...somehow..i was holding myself from bursting into tears...

NONE ever done that and it caught me by surprise.. and from all the folders, it must the gallery that got invaded.and... as all BB users know, anything uploaded onto your BBM groups will go straight to your gallery...so in other words not every pics is taken by you.I owe no one any explanations but the fact that my private space got invaded, it sucks! Bad enough that I could not seem to sleep well last night.

I tried to decipher what turned my mood upside down about it..I thought hard...and I realised that, Not that I have anything to hide...but it was not with my permission.. and never knew that my BB grew extremely personal to me that I felt robbed over what happened.

However...then I realised, the bigger HURT was the factor that lead to the incident. Shall keep it to myself, what leads to it, but on that matter, I never expect anyone to understand what it like is to be in my shoe. It is not so much on solely the invasion of my BB.

So last night, I got my karma for my naughtiness for disturbing my friend.The bigger lesson.. I realised that.. there is a certain topic that I do not wish to be compared to and I wish it is never discussed..but I do not expect anyone to understand how sensitive it is to me.

To myself and you reading this..

Open your heart and senses, observe more.. think wisely.. you would not want to be offending anyone without realising it. Not all jokes are jokes..

Spread love to the world~ :)

*peace*

xoxo

eyem3

My BB Baby~ :)

Salam.

It had been awhile since I last posted something. Honestly, too much in my mind. There will be some of my writings that will be coming up later. Will fine tune some writings before I post it up.

Anyway, today i feel like writing about something that I just recently discovered, less than 24 hours ago. Nothing that serious, it is just about me.

Those days when I was in high school, I remember a very dear friend of mine that has OCD symptoms over her bed. Yes, bed. Living in boarding school required us to make sure that we need to make up our bed and the bed sheet is stretch to its best. Those days, the bed sheet was stretched out so nicely that even if you throw a coin, the coin will bounce on the sheet!

So back to my friend, back then, she would refuse to sit on the bed or let anyone sit on it when everything is stretched out. Me, being such an evil naughty monster at that time, once dive onto her bed!

I was just kidding at the time, nothing serious to me, but hey, she cried!! I felt sooooooooooo baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad... really! I did not know that she will actually cry out of that. I felt really bad.I could never forget that incident. Really, I felt really bad when she cried.

So back to what I discovered less than 24 hours ago...

Quoting the story that I just mentioned, looking at why she cried, it was not just her OCD, but me invading her comfort zone and private space. That was yearssssssssss ago.

Last night, I got my karma. Karma's a bitch? Hell yeah!

Since I used my Blackberry more than a year ago, my BB had always been my baby. It's closer than anything that exist around me. First thing I see in the morning, last thing I hold at night. Needless to say, without me realising, I am very attached to it. VERY!

Well, me being connected to the digital world... it does make sense I guess. My twitter..my RSS..BBM..noisy BBM Groups..FB notifications.. and the list go on and on.The only thing that I do not do on my BB is to play games.There are so many other things to do and read other than playing games on my BB. Well, at least that is what I feel.

I am very protective over it and no one had ever tried to go through it ................not until last night. First time!

Oh gosh..honestly speaking..i felt horribly angry, disappointed and somehow...somehow..i was holding myself from bursting into tears...

NONE ever done that and it caught me by surprise.. and from all the folders, it must the gallery that got invaded.and... as all BB users know, anything uploaded onto your BBM groups will go straight to your gallery...so in other words not every pics is taken by you.I owe no one any explanations but the fact that my private space got invaded, it sucks! Bad enough that I could not seem to sleep well last night.

I tried to decipher what turned my mood upside down about it..I thought hard...and I realised that, Not that I have anything to hide...but it was not with my permission.. and never knew that my BB grew extremely personal to me that I felt robbed over what happened.

However...then I realised, the bigger HURT was the factor that lead to the incident. Shall keep it to myself, what leads to it, but on that matter, I never expect anyone to understand what it like is to be in my shoe. It is not so much on solely the invasion of my BB.

So last night, I got my karma for my naughtiness for disturbing my friend.The bigger lesson.. I realised that.. there is a certain topic that I do not wish to be compared to and I wish it is never discussed..but I do not expect anyone to understand how sensitive it is to me.

To myself and you reading this..

Open your heart and senses, observe more.. think wisely.. you would not want to be offending anyone without realising it. Not all jokes are jokes..

Spread love to the world~ :)

*peace*

xoxo

eyem3

Goodbye Celcom Blackberry~

Salam..

After thinking hard over the weeks..I decided to let go Celcom BB service. I had been celcom BB user fr a yeAr..
Just celebrater our anniversary together on Nov 1st :P

Well..I was there since Celcom CAreline had no many staffs that are well versed on BB services, untill the careline actually have a BB option for BB customers.

As other telcos , Celcom has its ups and downs too but my only biggest complain is the customer service and product strategy.

For me,Celcom BB service for postpaid is worth it only for those who had Bold2 or more advanced.

For humble Curve 8520 user like me, I don't see the necessity for me to be paying RM98 a month just for the BIS+Broadband connection, when my friends on CelcomBiz contract is pAying just RM118 which includes calls n sms.

As it is, I'd been a loyal Xpax customer and had been paying RM75/mth for BIS+data services. The only thing abt prepaid is that, the call rates are ridiculously expensive !!

I don't find it convenient to go to Celcom branches as it is not only limited, but also limited operating hours! In terms of Celcom centres, Maxis is waaaaaay convenient. That is one area where Celcom should improve on.

In terms of offerings, Celcom did make some offers fr CelcomBiz at my workplace. The biggest turn off is the 24months contract ! I'm not taking any free phones or discounted price for the phones and I still need to adhere to the 24months contract! Ridiculous!!

12months is acceptAble but 24 months??! Well, the unfriendly unconvincing promoter told me that even if I'm not taking any phones, I'm still bonded with it and shall be charge RM150 penalty if I breach it.

The lowest commitment is RM28/mth..if I add RM98 fr my BB, that'll be RM126/mth.

Dear CelcomBiz personnel, I rather buy a new BB Torch and commit myself with the RM118/mth BB Lite package and get RM50 worth of calls and smses.

Personally, when something is not really a good offering,don't bother calling it an offer..

So off me go..to the Maxis Centre in Gardens Midvalley just now..which something that can never happen with Celcom.

Switching to Maxis BB will be something new to me,I hope that it'll turn out ok..Well, not that Celcom really cares on their loyal customers either.

Till then, goodbye Celcom BB~

*Celcom BB breakup post :P* huhuhu

» Will miss this SignAture :
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Dear Lie... U suck...

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Dear Lie..

You suck... I thought things will change when I'm with you..but then..you are no better... u hurt me even more. Im giving back everything that you have given me throughout the journey of us together.. it means nothing no more.

I am tired talking about future.. you refuse to change and things will never change. You are not the kind of person that I thought you were. I am still the same me, no matter what happens. Will hang in here,though things will never be the same....

I hope you'll achieve what you dream for and would not want to stand in your way.. Go ahead I wish all the best. will still be with you..always.till my heart cant take it no more...

xoxo,

ZI (bukan nama sebenar)

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he he he...

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18th - 24th October part II

Salam.

oh yess.. i owe the story about Wednesday.

After two days attending the international conference in PWTC, I was given

the chance to attend one of the wing's general assembly.

Yes, it was my first time. I was excited and somehow nervous.

I did not get to go on leave on that day coz there was an on going work that had to

be carried out. Oh gosh.. I was thinking.. Must it be Cyberjaya... Nooooooo

How could I still make it to PWTC from Cyberjaya on time. I went to Cyberjaya

to get my work done and.............it was already 545pm.I messaged a friend of mine in PWTC, how is it going. He said, if I can, try to make it for the Head of Youth Wing's concluding speech. *ding!*

Hmm..that sounded very inviting to me. he he he

So it was 6 when I left Cyberjaya.. crossing my finger that I made it on time

for his concluding speech. There I was.. on the MEX Highway.. racing against time.

To cut the drama short, I managed to get there on time. One of the supreme council was giving his speech at that time.. that was what I saw on the TV at the concourse. So I went up the lift, and... reach the main door of Merdeka hall.

The moment of truth...

Im just a few steps away from being the most endangered species in the hall. I felt like entering a lion's den.

Few steps into entering the hall, I messeged my friend, to know where he was seated. Thank God, he was not far from the entrance. I went in and sat somewhere nearby where he was seated.

As I sat down.. in front of me, seated full of concentration... an army of Malay guys in white, listening closely to the speeches.

That day was my first time attending such assembly. It was quite an experience...

You can see from the faces, some are happy, some are not, some are sincere looking some are suspicious. Many faces and people made up the assembly.

I enjoyed the Head's closing speech.. to me it was cute, straight forward and sounded more like him as compared to the opening...

To summarize all the speeches of the evening, party members should work hard, be more people centered and improve themselves as local leaders and

as well as party youth wing leader.

Was it worth the drive?

for me,yes it was :) something new to me :)

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18th - 24th October part I

Salam All~

Had not been updating my blog well..I know.

Will try to fix some problem with internet connection at home asap.

Till then, will blog whenever I am able.

How was my week last week? 18th - 24th October. Intense, but fun! ;)

Mon and Tues :

-was at the international forum in PWTC. I got to listen to Tun M keynote address. He still has his flare and a thing for sure, he got style ! aha! :) One thing I like about him, is his calming tone.. he did not need to raise his voice or use too much gestures to express himself but his message was well delivered with a good punch to it. At the forum as well, I got to meet a number of big names..to be in the same venue with them, it made my day.. BN component party leaders were also present. I got to seat with an UMNO veteran, one piece of advice that he kept repeating to me was "read, read,read please read and know the history...that is what I see lacking in the youngs". Shall put that in mind well.

-During the closing of it, he he he... I got to shake hand with the Prime Minister!! weeeeee~

I know I sound like a kid, but hey, it is my Prime Minister! :D I do not get to see him everyday live! :P Of course, there are many other nice encounter that happened along the way..

-In short, the forum was a very good exposure for me..from the speeches given from other reps, we could learn more about the happenings in the other countries :)

So what happened on Wednesday?

Coming up next ;)

Quotes on learning

"Learning to write is learning to think. You don't know anything clearly unless you can state in writing.."


"Make it a goal to find ppl who will add value to you in areas that are important to you"




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Salam~

I must say that am lucky that I am given the opportunity to meet nice people through twitter. To name one, let me start with bro LMK,Quoting what bro LMK, twitter handheld name

@limmengkeong about writing :

“If we put constructive things up and more people read,learn and understand..we might be contributing something for good”.

That line appeared when we were having a conversation about current twitter environment.

As I’d mention before in my previous that was about twitter, for those

who had been quite a while on twitter can really feel the uneasiness on how people far people want to prove themselves until sometimes it became an exhibition, gallery of stupidity.

True bro LMK said, sometimes we do not need to justify that we are right, no point if it will end up in nothing but a conflict. We all have to learn to let go and let God.

Earlier of the day today, I got a tweet that rather puzzled.

I was in the meeting room when I read it. That tweet was NOT a reply to any of my tweets but rather just a PERSONAL ATTACK on me that appeared to that person’s 4130 follower’s home timeline and visitors of that person’s twitter profile. To reply and to mention someone in your tweets are totally two different things all together. In this case, my name was mentioned in the tweet.

To have my twitter handheld name getting the fame, partly it is kind of cool though. I would not question the motive on sending such tweet to me, if it made that person feels better writing what tweeted to me, I am glad it did. I hope it made that person’s day coz at the end of the day, it did make mine in a way! ;) No doubt, it felt good to know someone took the trouble to tweet about you to the 4k plus followers! *bliss* I was that important today :)

I could have posted the tweet on a forum, or RT or argue with that person on twitter, but hey, what can we achieve by doing that? To show that person is a loser? But really, other than that…?

My point is ladies and gentlemen, as I remind myself and all of you, be sensible when you feel like mentioning about someone in your tweet, get your facts right and try to avoid ending up sounded far from anything close to smart. ouch! ;)

xoxo

eyem3

Insensitive? I let u decide :)

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It was in the Holy month of Ramadhan when I was in my car driving to work. The traffic was surprisingly heavy as usual, just as I thought it should be clearer as many started to take their raya leave. Even radio DJ like Nadia of Fly FM was already on leave at that time.

Me? I never have a hometown. My grandparents' place is here. Thus, I never got to experience the rush, the feel of 'balik kampung'.

It was just another fine morning when i turned the usual radio station that I listen to everyday. That day, the topic was on fasting. The DJ, was trying to fast or a full day. I have nothing against the idea of getting to know what is fasting all about and how does it feels to fast like a Muslim in the month of Ramadhan.

Towards building an Alliance of Civilization, it is important to understand cultural differences in order to accept one another. Parallel to our 1Malaysia concept, it is about acceptance.

So where did this good intention does not sound as good anymore?

1. As it is, fasting is a religious practice, not a racial based practice. Thus, if he really wanted to try it out, he should have gotten someone to really guide him not just on not eating and drinking, but the whole concept of fasting itself.

2. He did ask listeners to call in and helped him with the DOs and DONTs of fasting. Personally, some of his reactions and comments about it made him sound like ridiculing the practice.

3. That also include countless amount of grumbles and counting down of hours etc etc. Dear MrDJ, fasting is compulsory for us, unless exceptional cases. Are you trying to send the message on how torturous it is to fast? To begin with, NO ONE asked you to fast anyway.

4. Last but not least, during the rush hour, the dj at that time contacted our MR-fasting-dj to checkout on him. Minus all the non sense at the opening sentences..these words poked my ear the most….

“ MY BREATH SMELLS…bla bla bla. IT IS LIKE SMELLING A BAD GAS INTO MY MOUTH! “

Honestly, my ears could not bear it anymore. Yes Mr DJ, some people do have that breath especially when fasting. I would rather appreciate such comments did not surface on air at all either. Since it was just a few days before raya, many missed that part of the conversation..but for those who heard it, none claimed it was good to listen to either….

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*I drafted this post before raya..but I never post it. If this is what ENTERTAINMENT all about, I don’t mind being the weirdest person on planet to feel that grumblings about a religious practice is entertaining at all.Just me 2 cents.

the other world call Twitterverse~

More than a year ago, I got to know about this social network that seemed very

new to me at that time.among the big names i followed was dato tony, kj,

paris hilton and some others.

At first it was real fun reading the home timeline... especially when i started

to follow news updates. It was all up to date and for me, this social network

is even nicer than FB in terms of getting live updates.

It's real time and all it needs was just to follow tweeps that give interesting

updates. time passed and things evolved as well.From tweeting on web,

I myself now tweets on my mobile.

As time passed by,more and more people are on twitter as well.

from just people plainly micro-blogging about themselves or gossiping

about others, it had now evolved into an almost a small chat sphere.

Timelines now do not seem to fill with life stories and updates,now it also

filled with grudges,slander,taunts and many non positive ones.furthermore,

nowadays tweeting reply to someone else, will also caught attention of another

tweeps that may result a sarcastic reply to you, or some other kind of replies.

It is ironic how twitter actually provide its user with UNFOLLOW option,it is

in other words telling someone u can choose to UNFOLLOW anyone if you dont feel

like reading his/her tweets. another option is the BLOCK option which you may

use. However, when people that wanted freedom of expression and so-called right

to speak up what they claimed to be the truth,started to BLOCK other who

actually reply and express to them, it's total void. My personal view, it is

just being a big time hypocrite.Euww.

Things can really get messy on twitter especially when you actually have

politicians and hardcore supporters as well. In a way, at some point, in

certain environment, twitter turned into a black and white ground.You cannot

seem to be someone in between.A general statement replied to figures, may

become a retaliation or caused uncertain reaction onto others.

Personally, it is sad to see how it's losing its balance.Some can even get

very judgemental, immature and even worse, unclever on twitter.These mighty

140 characters can really kill a person,literally.

I myself have my own ups and down in twitter. Being misunderstood,

challenged and countless sacarstic replies had been among the part of

parcel of being on twitter.

Someone once told me that, "The best people to tell stories,

are the people who tells their own stories". I guess in twitter, "The best

people for you to follow, are the people that tweets about their ownself".

Be it their rantings, experience or views...

You may get irritated, annoyed, or burning with anger on certain tweets, but

always remember, there's always options called UNFOLLOW and BLOCK.

You neither become a champ nor a loser on twitter.everyone has always

something to share, be it right,partially right or totally wrong.For me,

'debating', 'arguing', or what ever you want to call it on twitter,

is just like an angry couple arguing on sms. Well, no matter how good you think

you are, it does not really solve things..Quite a waste of time.

Well, as long as the situation permits, you will always see me on twitter with

at least a tweet a day ;)

you are free to follow me on twitter, as i unlocks new adventures in my daily life.

twitter name : eyem3

you are always welcome to follow, and unfollow me anytime ;) hihihi

Last but not least,

"Win through your Actions, Never through Argument"

Happy tweeting tweethearts~ welcome to twitterverse ;)

Wherever you are...be there.

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Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri

Kata Al-Ghazali:

Yang Jauh Itu Waktu,

Yang Dekat Itu Mati,

Yang Besar Itu Nafsu,

Yang Berat Itu Amanah,

Yang Mudah Itu Berbuat Dosa,

Yang Panjang Itu Amal Soleh,

Yang Indah Itu Saling Maaf & Memaafkan.

Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir & Batin kepada semua dari Aimi Arina :)

Dada, dadi and who will not miss her ketupat palas?

Salam..

Ramadhan is reaching its end..and as always, this sad feeling will come about.
There is no other month like Ramadhan.. it's always speacial in its own way.

Today, i went to my Dadi (grandma) and Dada (grandad) grave. Both of them are from my dad's side.Dada passed away when i was a little kid.. i remembered that i could not see Dad for the last time coz my parents felt that I was too small to attend the funeral. Thus,I was sent to my baby sitter's place.I could not remember much at that time, other than waiting for my mum and dad to come and pick me up..My favourite pic with Dada holding me in his arm and I had a small fish shape multicolor sling bag. That was the picture I has with Dada, the last Raya with had together. Years after that, it was just with Dadi.

My Dadi, was a very beautiful lady. Trust me, at the very old age of hers, she still got the style ;)
She could understand and converse in Hindi well..She does not need to look at the subtitle when watching Hindi movies.That is one thing that I regretted not learning from her. Though I do picked up some Hindi words, but I do wish I could converse in Hindi, just like her. :) She could speak english, malay n hindi. My dadi was awesome.

However, as usual..being a typical human, I must admit that I took the time she was still around for granted.During her final years, I did not make much efforts to visit and spend time with her much. Yes, I was in the boarding school at that time, but looking back at that time, it should not be an excuse at all.I remembered very clearly.. that morning, when I wasin my english class in Theaterette 6. I was called out of the class to go to the office.. at that moment, I felt something
was really wrong.. When I was told that Dadi passed away, the only thing that went through my mind at that time was, oh God,please let me see her for the last time.

From Melaka,we rushed all the way to Bangsar's mosque.It felt like ages for me to reach Bangsar.. we even got stopped halfway on the highway by traffic police for speeding. At that time, I learnt that traffic police officers do have hearts.We told that we are rushing to grandma's funeral..I remembered we were very teary at that time. We got off from being summon.I reached on time, they were bathing dadi.. I got to see her. At that time, I realised that I have no
more grandparents. My dadi was the last..my grandparents on my mum's was not around way even before I was born.Aidilfitri will never be the same.The following Aidilfitri..I really missed dadi.

For those of you that still have your grandparents..cherish your time with them. When they are gone, nothing you could do to patch all the lost time with them and things that you thought you should do. It will all be just too late to regret and painful to forget.pls pls plssss love your grandparents and appreciate them well, while they are still around.

My raya routine after that...

Beraya at my house.. Go to mak wok's house (my babysitter + Godparents)..and later to Aunty Noor's place (Mum's elder sister)

Aunty Nor...

Aunty Nor..is my mum's elder sister. The best Ketupat Palas maker in town. I could really save my tummy for her ketupat palas. So far, I never get to taste another ketupat palas that is as good as hers. Two things that I really looked forward when it comes to her place, ketupat palas and her colourful apam.It tastes so good that you could take 10 in one go.Apart from all that, Aunty Nor's place had always been the meeting point of my mum's side on 1st day of raya.

Why Aunty Noor is close to heart, one thing as far I as I could remember, she's always nice to me. Never i felt intimidated or being put down by her before..Futhermore, she was a very encouraging person in her own way.She may not understand what I study, or what technical stuffs that I am talking about.. but as far as I could remember, she was never discouraging let
alone try to put me down in front of anyone. That's Aunty Nor to me.

Life had been very hectic with me during my final semester. That was even when I developed all these unwanted pimples as well. After my last paper for my final exam in May this year,I had to clear everything coz i am done for good,if everything went through. I was really tired..after my last paper, I had only 10 days to prepare my stuffs to go to Rio for the 3rd UNAOC Forum.I thought everything would be fine and should have no problem.I came back home, very charged up to prepare for Rio. That weekend, I spent my time to prepare for Rio and went for Thomas Cup as well.I slept late and intended to wake up late the following day...which was a Monday.

In the morning, my mum woke me up.. Aunty Nor fell at home, she got admitted in the hospital.I was too cranky at that time, and made my regret of the year... I did not follow mum and dad to the hospital.When they got back, they told me she fell and somehow they got to talk to her coz she was got conscious.However, later that night, things went bad.. and she was
unconscious..went into coma.That week, we were making trips to Serdang hospital almost everyday.

At that point of time, I felt so weak.. I had my sick aunt in mind, and my Rio trip to prepare.I had to juggle things up and it was not easy.On Thursday, we were told that her organs were failing..we were all praying the best for her.Solat Hajats were done and lots and lots of prayers..

On Friday 21st May 2010..right after the Zuhur's azan..she left us. We were so devastated. Since she was admitted on Monday,she was only conscious once..and after that, she was unconscious as well as sedated.I really felt the lost...One thing that always ringing in my mind when it comes to her, was one of our last conversations together.. which she told me quite repeatedly.."Aunty suka dengar aimi bercakap"- she likes it when I speak. Never knew that will be the last words
from her.When I was on Awani's Sudut Pandang, I do have her in mind. I know that she will definitely will be in front of tv to check me out to listen to me speak...if she's around.

For the first time in my life, I did not care about my birthday at all..her funeral was held on the next day which was on my birthday.The next day, her funeral was held in the morning and tahlil in the evening. I felt like crying when bro LMK made everyone sang me a birthday song when I met him and the others at the Bgsrtweetup which I had to drop by in order to complete some assignments to prepare for my Rio trip.I was just too tearful.That little deed really made my day..but it still could not take the sorrow away. That saturday night, tahlil continued..and it was even more touching when my uncle (aunty's hubby) lead the prayers and Yassin recital.A husband that every girl would dream of...

Sunday, tahlil continued..but I could not make it. Had to check on my Rio trip..my flight to Rio de Janeiro was on Monday.When the plane took off, I was such in a mixed feeling..I was not as excited as I was weeks before.I remembered sleeping almost throughout the journey.I was just too mentally and physically tired.

Now that Aunty is not around anymore..Raya will never be the same again.Miss her dearly.

This year's raya..
It'll be just my house.. and mak wok's place.on tummy note,no more ketupat palas to look forward..ask anyone whom had tasted it before,

who will not miss her ketupat palas?



*semoga ketiga2 arwah that I mentioned in this post dicucuri rahmat oleh Allah swt*


Wsalam.

Happy Merdeka Day!

Salam All~

Happy 53rd year of independence to Malaysia my heart n soul :)

As much as I agree with my former PM, to retain the independence is also as challenging to fight for it.

May Malaysia live strong well and prosperous :)

I love u Malaysia~







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