It's red. It's got spunk!

The W660i :

(hopefully, it won't share the same fate as my previous phone)

And it's reasonably priced too!!

I always tell people I don't see any good sense in spending more than $300 on a phone. :) Yea, I'm a scrooge like that, so shoot me..

These are Rose's first few photos. (yes, her name's Rose. Rose the red spunky W660i)

Abandoned daughters for sale!!
My parents have left for Perth for Eid Celebrations, leaving sister and I alone for Raya :(


Ka Zy (in Blue): "Hari Raya Promo - Buy 1 free 1!! Buy me for just $3 and sister comes absolutely free!!"

"Here I come to save the day~ Mighty Nas without friends!~"
Me and Ka Zy: "Our Hero!!"

Mighty Nas: "Fret not ladies. I shall save you from the clutches of desertion"
Me: "*gasps* are you strong like Popeye? Can u fly like Superman? Will you wear Captain America's suit? Aiyo kita kawin, bang!"

Huhuhu..

Much love,

T

xoxox

Silent Prayers

Repeated whispers of your name
echo inside me. Bellowing.
Ever knowing I am insufficient
to be deserving of your grace.
As my forehead touches ground
palms on earth, face down.Wondering,
would this be the closest
I’ll ever get to thou?
Murky waters lay beneath,troubled,
my soul drenched and sin-dripped.
Would you ever grant me – filthy, blemished –
a place in your nirvana?
O’ draw me strength
to fight my demons. From the turmoil,
o’ help protect me. Shine.
If only just a sliver of hope,
may I be worthy of your blessings.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

As Ramadhan enters its final stages, the mind can't help wander if the soul would still be encapsuled in body for the next holy month... InsyAllah, will meet again with the next Ramadhan.

Amin.

Footsteps of Yesteryears

This one's from way back when I was 16.
Sadly, am unsure who or what I was writing it for.
Maybe with time, it'll come back to me again. Meanwhile, I do hope you'd enjoy this piece.

Footsteps of yesteryears,

the laughter and the tears.
Joy filled days of unseen love,
rings my bell of current time -
for you, I thank the stars above;
melodies- can you hear my heart in chimes?

This dream an odyssey you made,
cast a spell upon and set storms calm.
To brighten your day the sun I would steal,
a kiss I grant upon and love you shall feel.
Hear now and hear tomorrow:
Footsteps of mine that takes away sorrow.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

MMmmmm.

It is good to be home.

*smiles*

Stolen pictures. I'm Excited!

No, not about the stolen pictures...

I'm excited cause tomorrow night I'll sleep in the comfort of home. And there's no place like home. Dorothy would know, she told me so :)

These photos fwere nicked off Fikah's facebook. heheheh... From when we had sungkai at Sunway last sunday.

After Sungkai, all five of us: (L-R: Izman, Fikah, Me, Diddy and Dede)

Wait.. where's Dede? hehehe

As you can see, was shamelessly happy to be inbetween the d-d's. huhu

Song stuck in head:

~Hiasi diri indah, riang kan hati gundah~
Bersihkan jiwa~~~ sesuci lebaran~
~Agar sempurna amalan~ Berdoalah insan~
di pagi raya... moga moga terampun Dosaaaaaa~~
-Siti Nurhaliza, Sesuci Lebaran-

Houston, we have take off

Well, in 24 hours or so at least!!! :)

To be honest, am slightly sad at the thought of heading home sweet home... But, I shan't be depressing in this post. Hahah



'Cause raya's around the corner and I've plenty to look forward and be grateful for:

- Home cooked sungkai with my parents and sister dearest

- Terawih in Brunei

- Sahur and coffee with friends
- Daily fresh laundry

- THE OVEN!
- Stolen moments with my beloved Garfield :)

- Falling asleep to the sound of dad's melodious Quran recital

- Takbir raya

- Hari Raya open houses

- Si Dong and his mute companion (house cats)

BUT, most of all..

I'm grateful to have experienced another Ramadhan come and go in good health. I pray I'd live to see and endure the next too, InsyAllah.

For everything that puts a smile on my face. For every sorrow and sickness that made me a little more humble. For every hardship. For all His blessings. For the people He bestowed in my life, and those He took away - eternalised only in prayers.

Alhamdulillah.

Granted. They can be nice too.

While hailing a cab in the Sunday-busy-as-payday-raya-shopping-for-half-a-million-people atmosphere along Masjid India yesterday afternoon:

Me and Dede waving down random taxis.
A red and white taxi pulls up.

Me:

*Opens door and peeks inside* Bang, Pegi KLCC boleh?

Taxi driver:

Alah! Dek, jauh sangat lah, ni jam teruk ni. Sorry dek, tak boleh.

Me:
Oh.. *crestfallen face* Terima kasih.

Turns over to face Dede, pouting lips and did the whole shake head and "no go" hand signal.

Taxi driver:

*unwinds window* DEK!!!

(motioning us to come inside)

Me:

Eh, KLCC boleh kah?

Taxi driver:

*Smirks* Mana nak tahan tengok muka kamu macam muka seposen sangat tu!

Dede and Me:

*peeing in our pants with laughter*

Okay, so we didn't pee nor did we purposely pull the whole "damsel in distress" move. But, MUKA SEPOSEN? huhuhu... Lama inda mendangar that expression kali ah.

Granted, despite their reputation as "the worst taxis in the world". some, like the taxi driver just now are really nice and considerate. And thumbs up for using his meter as well. Most taxis just tout the eyeballs out of us (no, I'm not exagerrating. Not really.).

In dire need of brain food.

Seriously...

Lets hope its the ants.

I better be on my way & guzzle down tonnes of almonds and gingko and fish.

Before I go, this one was written late 2007:

Untitled

And then there was sadness,

Like rapid torpedoes,

In hues of dreaded blues

A slew of swirling unbeknown emotions.

To ignore what is truth perhaps

Fairy tales that’s been long amiss

In mismatched conversations

In secret smiles with hidden meanings

So, I watch from a cautious distance

Of reflections in their faces

Scared of anger, of unbraced truth

I cling to a behemoth of recollected moments

And then there was sadness,

At the uncertainty

Of what you keep in store

As I wait for my augured happily ever after.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

On a completely different note...

It's worth noting that the KLCI (Kuala Lumpur Composite Index) has dipped to its lowest in almost 2 years, under the 1,000 mark. And as America scrambles to save its financial worries and keep their banks stable from the severe debts, there has been SLIGHT improvement. Japan's market went up a few notches.

Though Merril Lynch was bought over, Lehman Brothers remain unspoken for. However, world's appetite for oil has helped the situation for global players, as plenty take advantage of dropping oil price.

Shall keep eyes and ears posted for more updates. Though, swift actions seem to help Wall Street from the crutches of severe recession (thus, the rest of the global market).

Ok, my brain needs to rest now before i become (god forbid) even more forgetful

Bye,

Little miss forgetful
xoxox

My day in pictures

Syazee, Liza and I took touristy a trip to Masjid Jamek and its surrounding yesterday...

My partners in crime for the day, on the train to KL sentral

Syazee and I beckoning Liza to come have a look, KL Sentral

Fixated on kueh raya

Next stop: Masjid Jamek for Afternoon solat

Resting before we headed for...

RAMADHAN BAZAAR!!!!

Liza and Syazee: "Hadthiah, what are these?"

Fresh fruits and produce for sale

Ooooo.. I found kueh keria :)

Almost time for sungkai!!! Liza, deciding what to eat.

Tired and ready for bed as we waited for the 9.05 train to come

Finally, on our way back to cyberjaya.

Been a while since i've been out with the both of them together. Alhamdulillah... for good times, great friends and cherished memories :)

When the Lehman Brothers Shake...

Even dropping oil prices take a back seat. It ain't business as usual.

At long last, oil prices have dropped to under USD100/barrel, but then, the Lehman Brothers decide to declare bankruptcy. The global market nosedives, Asian stock markets are effected.

It's true... Good news never last long.

Alas the fact remains, America's capitalism will always efect the rest of the world. What happens in Wall Street, don't just stay there.

Proof that the sordid notion of democracy spurs little else but overdriven consumerism (with dire consequences such is the case with the credit crunch).

But, best be keeping opinions to self.

And shake the Lehmans did indeed.


Oh, well...

Will promise to post less boring stuff after my trip to Masjid Jamek later. Planning to get good shots of Ramadhan atmosphere here in KL. And lots and lots of goodies for sungkai :)

"Under capitalism, man exploits man..." - J.K. Galbraith

A really tall tale :)

This I wrote, not of boredom. But, endearment....

DESARIA

At the end of a place called Cyberjaya

stands a condo, yellow and white-

altogether three blocks in all,

Desaria, they say it’s called.

The middle block,

So aptly named B

Buzzes away, busy as bees.

Rowdy and lively and sleep does not fall

Rest you shan’t cause it’s a party for all.

I live on its tail -

Block C, by the pool.

With country fellows,

in levels one through till five.

For us this is home, away from Brunei.

A snake and its master dwell at five.

Raphael, the snake she calls.

A boa python: brown and all.

She feeds him little white mice

in a week, she tells me, just thrice.

Then there is me at level four:

Quiet and sometimes a bore.

I write and I read, but mostly I clean-

Mary Poppins I’m certainly not -

just slightly obsessed with mopping my floor.

Trained in the army he also plays rugby -

The genteel giant of level three.

His secret though he hides so well:

Who would’ve known, shopping’s his game?

He eats like a beast but he’s ever so swell.

Two sisters stay on level two,

Smiley and bubbly whither or who.

The elder makes one mean chilled slice.

Mars bars, she said with air popped rice:

makes the slice gooey and nice.

Though I know not much at all

let’s not forgo the guy on one.

This much I know is oh-so- true

a cousin, he is, of the sisters at two.

And very well, he’s a very tall lad.

Before I end, I shan’t forget

To tell you a tale of Desa’s head:

Little Block A, on the very tip.

The place to go when things go bad

to voice your woes and pay the rent.

Now the story I will end,

Of a place at Cyberjaya’s end.

Yellow and white and tall,

altogether three blocks in all.

Desaria, they say it’s called.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

I shud've gotten one:

Overheard yesterday while queueing behind some Mak Datin at the Casheir in Godiva, KLCC:

Casheir:

Ma'am, will this be all?

Mak Datin:

Yes, I tak tahu Godiva sini jual biscuits yang ni. My stock dah habis, I slalu beli when I'm in the states.

Casheir:

Oh, ni agak laku jugak, people tell me it's addictive.

Mak Datin:

Heavenly betul!! Ni pun *points at her basket full of chocolate bisuits* I boleh finish sekejap jer.

Needless to say, I backed out of the queue to get myself one pack of the "heavenly" biscuits. Only to almost die of an embolism....

MYR54 for a small little pack!!!! Erkk.. Maybe next time?

Ahhh.. the things rich people say and buy.

Otherized, stereotyped and victims of prejudice.

A shared sentiment by almost all Muslims.

"We did not vilify white men when they bombed Oklahoma, give out his family's address or church or blamed the bible... Correspondents edit images. Archives facilitate lazy journalism. And when we talk about holy books, hooded men and death, why never mention about the KKK?... I don't give a fuck about Bin Laden his vision of the world don't represent me or those I love."

- Suheir Hammad-

Fi Amanillah Muslimeen.

Where I wanna be..

(No, not KFC...)

Come whisk me to Marrakesh,

to stroll along the isle of souks -

sights and sound all new and fresh.

The pictures I see in travel books,

they haunt me in my sleep.

Will you take me to Marrakesh?

To marvel & awe its old world charm:

Vibrant colours in mix and mash,

hues of reds and everything warm.

To sip a glass of sweet mint tea.

They tell me it’s nice in Marrakesh.

Carpets and cloths and shoe makers too.

Scent of meals brewed in tall tajine pots.

A kingdom where legends were born

and dreams came true.

-Hadthiah Hazair-

So, will you take me to Marrakesh? *smiles*

"The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life" -Muhammad Ali, Boxing Champion-

The things they say :)

Over sungkai at nandos:

Me: Di, lawa eh the girl yang duduk behind you ah.

Didi: iyakan? Tadi ku liat inda jua.

Me: Lawa!! Macam ada arab arab sikit.

Didi: Nada eh, macam mukanya atu macam babu-babu.

Me: Huh?

Didi: Awu ah, macam u bah, macam babu-babu.

WTH man? hahhahah LOL

Lost...

You know that feeling when u've got so much to do and so little time left that you don't know where to start or how to do it?


Need I say more? *SIGH*



Things due:

- Event Management Planning

- Feature Story

- 2nd week reading log

- 3rd week reading log

- Harmony Gongs' profile

Ugh ugh ugh ugh. Ces't La Vie, I guess.





Thought I'd post up some old photos I found in an old pen drive. It's nice to look back over the years...

2005, with Harpan and the Mach gang ...

I THINK this was late 2006, car boot sale with Rohanni & Shima. Shaheeb joined the fun.

OMG!!! Hari Raya 2004!!!!! ahahhaha (or was it 2003? With Neng and Alin)

Wow, how time flies :)
Next thing you know it'll be 2009 and we're a year older (none the wiser, yet).

I should've done work...

But:

Razzle me, Dazzle me.

Oh, if you only knew

what it is you do to me:

Things that doth come so few.

Times I’ve been bewitched,

by fervent spells you cast

has left my heart a twitch.

'Tis a thing I just can’t trust.

Razzle me, Dazzle me.

Oh, set my life ablaze;

win me, make me see

dreams upon which thou gaze.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

Wouldn't it be nice to live a life w/o buts.. ?

K, this time am really going to attempt work (or sleep, whichever comes first)

Lest we forget...

He has made Ramadhan a month for us not just to fast, but reflect.

And may He always put it in our hearts to help those who need our help the most.

Robbana Atina Fid Duniya Khasanah Wa fil Akhiroti Hasanah Wa Qi Na Aza bannar. Amin.

Rasullah S.A.W bersabda yang bermaksud:
"Sesiapa yang mempunyai kenderaan yang melebihi dari keperluannya sendiri hendaklah bersedekah kepada orang yang tidak mempunyai kenderaan dan sesiapa yang mempunyai lebihan bekalan makanan hendaklah ia bersedekah kepada orang yang tidak mempunyai apa-apa bekalan makanan..."

(Hadith Riwayat Muslim)

Let us help, wherever we can, whenever we can.

Desperate Housewives Marathon

Funny quote:

"What do you want me to say? My husband likes to wear metal clamps around his nipples... Hooray!?"

– Bree Van De Kamp (on finding out her husband’s dominatrix fetish).

Aaaaahh, don't you just love the ladies on Wisteria Lane and the drama that goes on about?
Hahaha, I absolutely adore Bree and her anal ways - brings a smirk on my face. *grinz*

Ok, am gonna get back to my I'm-actually-procrastinating-work-desperately-deperate housewives-session.

*sigh*

Slap me silly, someone...

Simple Pleasures

Finally got hold of a special gift from a really special cat :)

Thank you, hun.

And I know you like this one *hugs*...

SIMPLE PLEASURES

A smile on my face,
The dance of your voice in my ears,
Heart as light as feathers,
Life's simple pleasures,
Chase away all my fears,
Laugh away all my complexities,
Just for the moment - simplicity!
Appreciative of life's simple pleasures,
Eternally cherished,
perpetually treasured.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

The Thing abt Malay Dramas

... Is they make my problems seem like little ants. And I appreciate this.

Especially the ones they play this time around, for Ramadhan. I mean, talk about humbling. hehe

Oh, and they remind me of someone too. *smiles*

For Nini :)

Once an old lady taught
to a child of only nine:
"Always say your prayers."

Once this old lady cooked,
for the child who was unwell

Some porridge for her soul.

And then she said some words
for the child to keep at heart:
"Dear, praise Him while you can."

Now the child is older,
wiser, stronger, and grateful

for lessons she was taught.

To have been raised by you

Dear lady, I am lucky -
God made you my granny.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

Note: this is actually a series of haikus put together to form a poem. Instead of the 5/7/5 pattern the Japanese adhere to, I used 6/7/6 .

Time for afternoon class now...

*waves*

Kebungkayangan *burps*

Song stuck in head:

~Berpuasa~ Rukun Islam ke tiga~

Wajib kita~ Untuk menunaikannya~

~Tidak kira usia tua dan muda~
Miskin dan kaya~ Semua serupa~

-Senario, Puasa & Raya-

I'm haaaPppPPYyYYyy :)

Alhamdulillah, I had the best sungkai so far this Ramadhan. Effa, Heba and I cooked at her place and the four of us (with Didi) ate till we could talk no longer.

Suddenly, the looming boring class I have to endure in a few hours dont seem too bad.

HasbiAllah Wal ni' Mal Wakeel, Wal Ni' Mal Maula, Wal Ni'man Nasseer

"Allah and His blessings is sufficient for me (to rely on) as he is the best protector and guardian"

A Limerick For Monday

Goodness, why does the weekend seem so short? *sigh*
It'll be Monday in a few hours.

Limericks can be a hoot to write but are crude, and usually poke fun at people and situations.
So, I write them only when I feel revengeful (and rarely post them for anyone to read).
But here's one for my monday morning class, just for fun :)

All she wears is black!
Monstrosity. It's humour she lacks.
Cool she’s not - poor dreary soul.
When she teaches, I wanna bawl.
Monday class? URGH! Someone, hand me the axe!

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

The thing tho with limericks is I feel guilty afterwards. Hahahha.
O well.. Better make do and savour what's left of my Sunday before I face tomorrow's dull orchestra.

Hmm.. what shall sungkai be?

*tuts*

When Hana Was Here

Thought I'd post up photos from when Hana came to KL for a weekend visit. Some 2 weeks ago.

Would be nice if she came again for a weekend sungkai supremo.
But, I guess, I cant have everything I wish for.

@ Home before setting off for a Sunway adventure

The suspension bridge left us woozy. haha (well, me and Hana at least)

Hana, Me & Didi after Euphoria :)

It's times like these that reminds me why i wrote this poem way back in the mid nineties. It still puts a smile on my face when i read it.
Hopefully you'll enjoy it too. It's for families and friends and the people who've left an impression in my life:

THANK YOU

Pink and blue in shades of pastle;
I thank you now for patience that never rattles.
For heavenly comforts and endless laughters.
Times treasured in the past and whatever shall happen after.
Rainbow filled days made possible,
Blessings I say forever shall remain affable.
I thank you now for the friend you are:
For bringing change that never will mar,
Winning my trust like a million to woo.
For the person you are -
I thank you.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

This One's for Ain

Wow, I forgot I created this account eons ago. Stumbled upon it once again, and have decided to make full use of this one.

Will be using the site for my poems, haikus and limericks.

This one's for my baby Ain:

WHAT USED TO BE

Gaping, gasping...

Eyes searching for permission,

to let go of life, of what used to be.

Helplessly, unwillingly

I watched you lose the battle.

Oh, what a perfect companion you used to be.

Tears, grief...

As you weakened and left.

My rock, the only constant that used to be.

Memories , trinkets...

All that’s left of you, of us.

And it’ll forever remain what we used to be.

Painfully, struggling...

And though I wallow in this odium of loss;

to Him, I know you must return.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened” - anonymous