Kerol Izwan

When you try to post an entry for different occasions you talk lots, pretty much no content.

2012-02-04T21:07:00.000+08:00

Tell you what, people tend to write when and where. Here I am updating on a new post, just a quick one as I need to do some packing afterwards.

Today made joyous.

So February came. How relieved was that? January is so long so much time consumed last month. Big money goes with it, no surprise and I shouldn't be complaining. Well anyway, in this blog here I am congratulating you both Aizad and Hidayah. Selamat Pengantin Baru. Allah bless you two. So Aizad asked if I could be his pengapit. Heck. Of course I would do the best man thingy. He's my good friend. To be apart of your big day was such an honor dude! Some of the photos I managed to take. Sorry beb. Dah jadi pengapit mana nak sempat amik gambar. Peace.

Move on.

I haven't started packing my stuffs. I didn't buy anything for the trip, just yet. Which that is a toothbrush, and simple toiletries. I don't travel with my toilet around. Nothing pun. Basic items. Speaking of traveling, I don't know how to travel light. I carry everything, not so much of a wise move I know. I should learn to travel with less baggage. I hate to have a backache upon arrival at foreign land. Thanks Yana for the backpack. I wonder if the bagpack and backpack are the same. Knapsack for different say.

Truth is I feel pretty much nothing. Bland.

I'll update my trip soon, with pictures definitely! Till then you guys have a great weekend. Follow me on twitter, often there. Not so much of Facebook nowadays, its a horrible timeline.

Bye

Kerol

2012-02-02T17:35:00.003+08:00

I nodded more than twice today, a sign of approval. Or maybe sleepy.

You know when you had this thing you thought you have done with campus life and you cherish those moments the fact is in reality your working life is pretty much the same you still need to attend classes, do some sorts of presentations, team building and group discussion. Well that's pretty much of what you'll be doing when you're in R&D. The only thing I learnt in class today is 'there are no two words with same definition, only one word with more than one definitions'.

How sure are you?

I quote "bullshitting is my forte" yes that is so very true. How have people been telling the industry is such a waste of money and syok sendiri. Science speaks money, big ones.

So yeah, I skipped class even when I'm working and here I am, jotting.

Like I said, intelligent looking does not necessarily mean intelligent, nor good looking. Make up your mind.

Bye

Kerol

I think I have ADDH

2012-01-27T20:20:00.001+08:00

I'm not sure if I ever had ADDH. Even now. Because at times, nearly everybody in this world has it. Especially boys. It is not a disease. It's a disorder. Mind you.

So what is ADDH?

ADDH stands for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. It comprises with 3 overly functional behaviors that are Inattention, Impulsivity and the name derived Hyperactivity. If those characters are in you, at any ways, some parts, you may (or may not) suffer from ADDH. Let loose, I think the disorder is just some sort of budak nakal ways. What not. America always comes out with so-like developed country disorders with those fancy abbreviations. We all used to be kid and being kids it is all about fun and care-free.

I never thought if I had ADDH. I wasn't educated that way. Our syllabus teaches no such lessons until my sophomore year in the university. I took Psychology. I know Malaysia and Psychology have both strong stigmas to label pesakit mental as orang gila. In say, Psychology is more than that and aware not being Psychologist in the country is heck one big challenge. They say, 'kalau sakit badan ada ubat, sakit otak takde ubat'. Don't simply pointing to the hobo and say 'orang gila'. That is offensive.

But there was one time in the office I'm so mad I yelled to my colleague...

"PEREMPUAN GILA..!!!"

...3x right into her face. Everybody in the office were stared at me, frightened if I rage at them. I'm like that. This is not about profesionalism. This is about patience has its limit. Period. I literally did yell. Kidding not that was a total exemption when she is indeed labeled as Orang Gila later that day she admitted herself as one. Harsh I know. I hope her therapist prescribes her the best drugs.

So back to my case, let me get some presumptions for you to diagnose of my difficulties.

1. I have tendency to press button. Whenever. Wherever. Be it in the malls, offices, homes, cars you name it. In the mall for say, the elevator buttons look scrumptiously tempting to be pressed. Even when you're not planning to ride it in you just press. I pressed it. Crazy I know. If there's a car that has lots of buttons I'm such in a best pandemonium state. Other incident, I was in hotel. I rang the doorbell and I ran.

2. I like to jot. Not vandalism. Just jotting. I have inclination towards markers pen and post-it notes. Or any pieces of junk papers. I just write whatever crosses in my head. I draw things because my mind keeps wander and wonder. For the record my head looks exactly just like you, not sure in the inside though.

3. Look up at my writings. Do you think my entries complicated? It filled with hmm anxiety? Hype? Super craze? Vain? Worship? Whatever? Thought so. I think my entries look like someone who's having ADDH.

So I'm not sure. Even if you took Psychology course for 4 semesters, it is still hard to tell. Because being psychologist is all about theories. And if the theory proposed is provenly wrong, you'll be either wandering for more answers or blunt terminally.

Again, my behavior can be anything. I never had a night terror which that puts me in a better state. But I was once rang the bell impulsively at the concierge counter albeit the person incharge standing right in front me. That was recently.

I'm ADDH like that.

Pardon for any actions I did you think obnoxiously silly I might have ADDH.

Bye

Kerol.

Who does coffee? Well who doesn't?

2012-01-24T23:43:00.000+08:00

I do coffee. Big time.

I must admit that I'm such a coffee hoser. The witches brew really is a good fix any hours to keep me going, be it day or night. Breakfast is incomplete without coffee. Nescafe would do. I have my favorite coffee. We all are. Coffee is strangely a good-addictive-halal-and permissible drug. So why don't we drink them. I don't think Vietnam has a good coffee. I don't know. Just my personal opinion. I don't like it. It tastes like a coagulated sugars with concentrated-strong coffee flakes.

Who loves Starbucks?

Just so you know I can get really annoyed when one couldn't spell Starbucks correctly. It must include S at the end. Okay? Peace.

A cup of Starbucks coffee can cost you more than RM10. Not cheap you know! Why such people, not saying you or me it could be anyone, willing to pay at such price for a cup of coffee? I am sometimes couldn't care less about the price. I (we) just love coffee. Hot hazelnut latte, coffee-based no cream is my favorite. What's yours? Coffee-yuppy-culture intrusively started in the 90s in KL. I believe Bangsar initiated it, I think. Or TTDI? Ah. Speaking of Bangsar, everything pretty much started there. We talk about the 90s.

What about tea?

Scientifically tea has higher value of antioxidant, especially green tea. In other word, healthier. Those who cope to stop with coffee addiction, they will replace tea for a change. To me, tea isn't really my thing. I could get bloated. Tea is gassy for me. I have friends who love green tea. They drink it on daily basis. I was once tried green tea something-on-the-menu at Starbucks. It tastes like Fernleaf milk. The same milky-sorta after taste. Weird. It should be bitter-like taste. I shall say no more. Casual coffee with buddies is definitely the best choice for lepak parlour.

Evolution of Starbucks logos. Very left is used from 1971 till 1987, middle 1987 till 2010 and very right is at present. I prefer the middle anyways.

Mamak neslo tarik wouldn't be a bad idea, better options in fact especially during akhir bulan. Chop I wonder how the word Mamak was derived. Ignore me.

Bye

Kerol

My arm hurts so bad I babble.

2012-01-23T16:53:00.000+08:00

I woke up this morning with serious pain. I think I twisted my right arm. It kind of locked. I feel so awful I feel like chopping it. So I came out with three assumptions. I'm not sure why, like you can even believe. Kerol kot.

Muscle spasm simply defined as sudden contraction of muscle. I was tired.
Maybe I twisted my arm. I slept so rough I twisted my arm. I had a bad dream and 2 hours of REM. Not cool.
I can't think of any better causes. Maybe it just hurt, and I should get it fixed. Rather here, blogging. Hey nothing's broken.

I don't mean to exaggerate. Why don't if kau pergi jumpa doktor je Kerol? Bising. I tend to talk nonsense when I'm in pain. When you commit a crime and there are two of you, you know how the cycle works. Out.

Anyway

Pasted below one photo from the wedding. Oh maybe I was too busy snapping hence the arm hurts.

Bye

Kerol

Urgh.

2012-01-22T00:21:00.001+08:00

Here's the thing.

I dare to say I'm a good planner. I really am. So when I plan on something, I will make sure it will work. If it won't work it is because I have better excuses. Maybe the fact I like to get things done perfectly I look grumpy. Pushy. But still, the plan will work no matter what. I am committing, that's why.

I know how to prioritize things. I organize and decide whichever comes first. And then I get it done, on schedule. Punctuality is my surname. I hate to wait. I don't understand why some people can let others waiting for them for hours, even a minute is making me mad. No. Don't talk to me 'sabar itu separuh daripada iman'. My sabar is gone a minute ago as soon after you didn't turn up. Patience is what? Nevermind. Suit yourself.

PLEASE grow up. Make decisions yourself will ya? And don't be a kid. I expect you should be able to manage your time, even for small things. Eh? Small things la lagi senang nak manage. Geez you're so blunt! You're officially out of my league. Sorry. I say what I want to say. Truth is, I don't care.

Macam mana nak kahwin benda simple tak tahu nak manage? Urgh.

I hate when I have borderline fever. It feels like, strange fatigue. Chill within and headache. My stomach won't cooperate well these past few days. I don't get it why some people make jokes like, 'kau datang bulan' clearly you're a man! Try this. Why menopause clearly it's for women, albeit the men prefixes shows pretty much nothing for guys. Which was the jokes haaaaaaaa shut up!

What am I saying?

Bye

Kerol

The RTW trend

2012-01-20T22:10:00.003+08:00

The blue starts to worn out, which was the purpose of Converse kan? I'm fucken lovin' it.

I always wanted to travel. To set foot on different regions of crusty earth every part and inch of the world, that would be a dream comes true.

I have been reading to travel blogs for quite sometimes now. It started off with Earl, then it continues to some other awesome travel bloggers. Frankly, I didn't know there is such blogger who travels and blogs at the same time. Maybe it's a trend, I think. But in Malaysia, the trend is hardly seen.

You know when you watch those shows in tv about traveling and stuffs and then you start to call your friends to plan on some gateways, purchase the plane ticket to fly off to wherever continents so instantly, that is them. A completely gasp, a good gasping indeed. Below is my favorite 5.

You can find more of them anyways. An awesome experience we read to a remarkable journey and beautiful photos with somewhat an intriguing story. If I wanted to take a rational approach to explaining the joy, traveling is.

Oh by the way, RTW simply means Round The World. I'm sure Henry Golding has gotten his chance to be in different shows more than any other celebrities do. Fudge!

Bye

Kerol

Roadtrip.

2012-01-18T20:48:00.003+08:00

I think of something dumb to do. No. Not the Bruno thingy.

So I thought why not a roadtrip.

It was too sudden. After some chaotic discussion we decided to go to Fraser's Hill. Heck. I have never been there before. There exists in our minds the names of places we've heard and wondered to ourselves, Bukit Fraser is one of them. Spending time together is what matters so here we go, Fraser! I'm like the Dalai Lama, always come out with better reasons for every actions. It was beyond belief we were such a spontaneous ourselves. Go.

Arrived at Yana's place around 9 am. Waited for Aslami almost 45 minutes.

The journey begins. We stopped somewhere in Rasa. Yes. If you know Rasa. Everybody were confused, till the sign below seen.

Bukit Fraser. Phew. It was such a relief.

Amin. Baca doa selamat pergi dan pulang. EH?

The curve.

You don't wanna know. Lepak tepi highway is super fun.


Planking ey?

The dam episode.

The first building we saw. It's haunted.

Postlady.

The horse and the cat, having extreme love for each other. At Paddock.


Kbai.

If you can't do beyond the sea, do it roadie. Still a worthy cause.

Bye

Kerol

Tell me something.

2012-01-12T23:40:00.002+08:00

I have this one habit. I'm not sure if it is abnormal, out of norm you may say. I don't even know if there's someone like me, the second me.

You see, I have this thing. You know when you talked to someone or being in a conversation be it formal or informally and then you paused because you couldn't remember to recall the word you were meant to say and you just stopped and you started asking around if anybody knows the word you intended to use in the first attempt the thing is you know exactly the first letter of the word but you just stopped. Literally stopping. And then you start asking, running in a circle seeking for an assistance to find the word. That particular Word.

And so the whole group or friends starting to figure the word. Lucky those with smartphones they can just simply look up for it. Google. Weird part is I know the first letter to begin with but can't figure the word exactly. The brain has stored the word somewhere. I know it is somewhere, in my brain parts. God knows. I forget maybe the word is too rare or maybe, just forgotten. People do forget, always.

For example, when we had this lunch and someone starts talking *I'm not sure if I'm the one who started the conversation and then I asked questions about a term so suddenly. Who knows what they call for a person who involves in the wine tasting industry? Those who taste the wine to ensure the quality, aroma etcetera. It starts with M. Something M-ish.

What do you think of the word?

I thought it was mixologist. Then I googled. It wasn't quite right. The definition given was 'term for a bartender or bar chef'. At least the idea was there. Then one came out with sommelier and the other gave oenologist oh man how I got this thing tangled. See what I mean? The three words given were actually right, more or less. It is related with wine industry. It was sommelier the right term, the one with extra Ms.

Today I had pisang goreng. There is cendawan goreng too. Simply fried abalone. It occurred to me there's one word started with letter A stands for a very poisonous mushroom. I asked around, again, and made everybody annoyed. Excuse my cliche but sad, nobody knows. Then I made the research myself, and finally. Its frigging amanita. A-word! Sigh. Now only I know what they mean by the movie Lost In Translation.

I have too many incidents I can't really remember. I misunderstood the concept of bayam and kangkung. It should be kangkung, instead of bayam in yong tau fu. But did you know bayam is spinach *as popeye loves it he becomes heroic instantly afterwards and olive terus jatuh cinta kat popeye and kangkung simply defined as water spinach. Irony. They are all spinach families!

Let us try. So imagine you were saying something about say the butcher. At some point you will get confuse between the butler and the butcher, and then when the butler becomes gerard. Gerard Butler. See where I am going? It has ring to it. That's how my brain works. I'm not sure if it is a disease. But to be a speller was hell of a great feeling.

Anyway, you should be able to differentiate between calamansi and calamari. Or chaperone and pepperoni. Ok that's a bull.

Neither any of these were made to humiliate nor to judge. This is what I used to tell people that, learning process is vary. It is all about you so yeah, tell me something.

I always thought rabbit can be a host for rabies, truth is not.

Later.

Bye

Kerol

Dry weather starts to bite and 012012.

2012-01-09T22:48:00.002+08:00

I know the fact that KL is getting hotter and everybody's complaining, tweeting, pretty much babbling about how hot the weather is and stuff well ok it's January so yeah, be it. The sun won't go anywhere anytime soon. The boiling casserole in frying pan.

So I went to Yuna showcase last weekend. I wasn't so sure about it. Well Apai basically forcing me to come with him to the show. It was held in auditorium dbkl.

I know Yuna. She's a good singer. She has good materials. She is everything a singer always wanted to be. She composes songs. She's basically doing everything so being one of the prominent indie singer in the country giving her all the best access to experience better outcomes. She flies to ermm pretty much everywhere so far. The US tu gempak kot. Spreading her music career. She's 26. Ye. 26, mathematically as the year goes.

I often notice people keep comparing between Yuna and Zee Avi. What is with that? Both are great. Have you listened to the latest single by Zee Avi, ah cute thing.

I didn't expect much that night. Just fulfilling the idea of watching her, launching her new album and such. The show started a wee bit late. Maybe 15 minutes late. Maybe she's nervous. Maybe. So whilst waiting I snapped few photos. Nothing much. Just sebab bosan sangat. The crowd was unexpectedly ramai. Yuna's craze. Yuna's style. All about Yunalis Zarai. She's a trendsetter, and it works. She's basically have made a mark in local music industry. I looked each one of them. They all look like...massive conjugations! Tell me about the wayfarers. Its the in thing.

Speaking of which, this nuisance was sat beside Apai. Apai told me her hair is busuk gila. I was gloated. Ok. Not a thing.

Back to the show. Dina from Era hosted the showcase. Bla bla yada yada. Now Yuna. Ok Yuna starts singing. I was paused. I was in awed. I was completely fly. Her voice is hantu-ing. No I mean haunting like that. Wonderfully. I never watched Yuna performances before. This is my first time. And my attempt was worth. I paid RM60 kot. The show roughly about 1 hour. She sang all songs from her latest album. It was Ok, I mean optimistically Ok. Not yeah-gloomy Ok. Yuna's wavelength and music style. You know. If you like her, go buy her album. I personally like this one song, forgot what is it called. But she composed the song with Qi and soon to be a theme song for a movie called Kolumpo. Don't ask me about the movie. I have no idea.


I think that lady was running to grab that empty seat.

Indie music has taken our local music industry by storm. It's a good thing. I personally listen to indie music. When you had too much Katy Pery, why don't you try something like Ingrid Michealson. In Malaysia, we have lots of these people. Lab The Rat, Love Me Butch, Butterfingers, Seven Collar T-Shirt, James Baum, Reza Salleh, Liyana Fizi, Diandra Arjunaidi (was mistakenly spell her name DianDARA), a 16-year old Najwa Latif (I bet Harun Salim Bachik wore his garment at his best to mimic her), Nadhira and more! Internationally pun not bad. Ingrid, Joshua Radin, Katie Herzig, Holly Conhan, Jon Mclaughlin, Greg Laswell, Meiko, Vampire Weekend, Matt Hires, all good stuffs. Seriously. Go listen to them.

Anyway, why January is slow, so slow it's only the 2nd week of the month. Too many in my plate right now. Plans! Gotta make it well. Work it yo. Later.

#toallaquariuseshappybirthday

Bye

Kerol

2012-01-01T19:18:00.005+08:00

Quick one.

Eh remember the other day I promised to talk about this one fella. Earl. Here it goes the link. Go read him. No lah. I didn't make money pun by sharing his website. I feel like sharing, because he's too awesome. I'm halfway his blog. Great experience.

This is good stuff.

Wandering Earl

Enjoy

Bye

Kerol

Goodbye 2011

2011-12-31T18:05:00.007+08:00

"I have no particular reason to write in green. It's the Elf thing, I think. Or Grinch".

Another year has gone. How time really flies, somehow I find this quote rather annoying. I never thought it is going to be easy, neither this hard. So much so I couldn't really know how to begin this entry.

It is a mix feeling. And raw.

This year has been tremendously colorful. The joy, sadness, bitter, all at once you name it. Pretty much in the bucket. I may have posted in the blog, or may have not. Certain things are better left unsaid. It gives you more time, to judge. This is my official figment of the year. I hope you guys have been enjoying every bit of it. My kind of story, nothing much. What we have achieved and the great feeling that goes with that. We all hope for better year. And a great health. God willing.

It's trendy to make resolutions every year. Some might like it, some are not. I probably the corner. You know looking from the afar, not really gonna resolve anything or making new wishes, pretty much. Well they say it is trendy too not making resolutions. Surprise not, I chose not to make one. But I keep reminding to myself that every plan has its routes and each route could have given you the best and the worst of the journey itself. Embrace it.

To my surprise we all may have forgotten how fun 2011 was, already. My idea of celebrating new year is waking up in a country where no one can speak to your language. Else, sitting by the fireplace. *Oh stop it already Kerol you're in frigging KL kot.

This is going to be a great year. Here it is 2012. Allow me.

Bye
Kerol

Awakening.

2011-12-30T21:03:00.004+08:00

Ehem.

Take a glance at the archives. I know it took me so long to write on a new post I would be surprise if there's still readers in here. Hello. It feels like updating despite the long hiatus I had I hope you guys enjoy with my meager offering on this one. *i shouldn't have used the word 'enjoy' it makes me look vain.

So I went to Kino the other day. A friend of mine was sought for Murakami stuffs so I thought I could find some stuff for me too there. I hovered the shelf. Looking at the books stacking perfectly on a nice mahogany shelf, enjoying the smell of pulpy wood and papers, artsy covers, beautiful pictogram, nice quotes, cozy sofas and tranquil environment and then I paused. I was in Social Science aisle.

"Dispatches From The Edge - A Memoir of War, Disaster and Survival" by Anderson Cooper.

A year ago I saw few reviews about this book. But never occurred to me to buy it or read albeit of the good reviews in the US. And I said why don't if I give it a try. It could be a great book, you know. Hesitant. To note few books have yet to read at home but who cares. So I bought it.

I read it later that night. Turning pages, continuously. No stopping. And I read, read, and keep reading it. I stopped. At chapter 3 I think. So I thought I am so awestruck. And amazed.

"Oh man. This book is something. Really is something. You can feel what he felt, the experience, the misery, the painful, the enormous bad conditions he had back then, everything! The book was written beautifully, sincere and deep. It was a full minute of stunned. His word is lucid and simple with wonderful compositions that totally embedded into my tiny brain".

And I'm continuing reading it later that night. I am really awed into silence people say. Anderson really putting himself a big responsibility for everything that happens, within and without.

I know this may have been strange to you. I never posted any review about books. But tonight I think I want to share with you so why not. Or maybe it's a good start. You know, to post entries about books, share my opinions and comments. Like a small Jane Austen Book Club, the Kerol ways. A niche. I have started my Kerol Airlines, hypothetically. Ooh, I don't read to Jane Austen by the way. Cheers.

It is good to read something that can change, reflecting to our life and helping to lift the veil. If it isn't big well even a small thing can be considered as a change. Speaking of which, you may want to change something as 2012 approaches. Share your thoughts or views anything. Who knows we might share something in common. By the way I found an amazing blogger a day ago. He's the permanent nomad named Earl. I'll talk about him soon. *i'm sure some of you have started googling his name.

I should've posted an entry for the new year remark. Maybe later.

Bye

Kerol

2011-10-23T23:53:00.000+08:00

Belasungkawa.

2011-10-06T11:26:00.004+08:00

To learn of Steve Jobs's death is making me sad, truly.

I may not know him in person (neither do you) care to share if you ever met him personally. As if my blog been read transcends everywhere la dreaming Kerol. The world has loss one person that was remarkably amazing and genius and such visionary and a brave risktaker, gambler! World sees him, and proud.

Steve Jobs is maverick!

My deepest condolences to Steve Jobs family friends all. Rest in peace Stevie. 1955-2011. You will be missed.

Courtesy photo

Apple is more than just a fruit because of You.

Dearly

Kerol

When September Ends

2011-10-01T19:04:00.001+08:00

I'm going to make it short.

First of, okay October. I know how time flies, like in a close second and you're so done with raya and stuffs. Yeah. Syawal has ended. Enough raya, enough kuih raya and importantly enough open houses. Kenyang. Nothing much anyway, to remark noted as in 10th month of the year. Fuh.

Well know something. September was pretty, ermm hectic? No? Maybe. Been here and there. Attending open houses and birthdays and working yadayada meeting up with you and pretty much about everything. So the other day right, I went to Aizad's house in Shah Alam and I got in accident. It was embarassing and so unexpected and no one ever thought that I can be so clumsy. If I'm a woman and pregnant I must've had miscarriages more than the other women. Okay not a thing. Not funny. Well I slipped, literally. The tiles were slippery and it was damn downpouring on that day so I chose not to use umbrella hence the running! Fast and quickly. You know I never made a place to be a sprinter. Weird. So I ran to the house from my car and once I got into the porch I stopped, then I slipped and my head went down first hitting the floor, my legs were a little bit went up to the air and my back was soaked! It was quick and falling down. I fell and the last the thing I could remember was the ceiling. It was beige, I think.

'Gedebuk!' Head tremor. If only there's a scale to measure. Adoi.

So yeah. Everbody was looking at me. Some with ketupat in hands or nasi minyak and kuih raya and maybe some with agar agar sirap you know when raya those delicacies (and low budget) are amongst famous served. It was a week ago. Afraid if there's some serious concussion and what not. Kepala tak boleh main main. To me its irreversible. Sekali hentak forever like that lorh. Alhamdulillah no sign of defect or malfunction or whatsoever. It should be okay by now. Kan? I think.

We had a birthday party for the boys! Aslami Apai and Zali. I know that was pretty threesome or something but who cares. Aku nak jimat so aku combine semua. (hikhik). We celebrated them at Ben's KLCC. 9 of us and later had some serious karaoke-ing session. No drugs. No boozes. No. We played safe (as if la kan). It was great, fun and total hilarious. Oh before that. Let me share something. I went to Kinokuniya KLCC. I know photos are not allowed to be taken in the store and ya ya we get it. I was holding this compact camera and this fella named MOHD DALIL, he's a pakguard in the bookstore came to me and being all rude and unpolite with 'ingat kau bagus attitude'. Hoi sakai. He was damn jerk. Being all sarcastic and telling me not to take photos. So I obeyed lah and I said okay. Suddenly he became rage (ke tantrum entah) looking at me in the face and say 'AKU SABAHAN, AKU BUKAN NEPAL'.

#that awkward moment.

WHATTHEFREAK HOI!

Ok. I get it, no photos. So yes OKAY. But what is with the Nepal and Sabahan thingy. I didn't accuse you to be one of those Nepalese or whatsoever so just disappear. Go away! Uh-oh. He wont. He stood there looking at me like I'm such a big criminal in house who is about to pull a gun from his right pocket and starting to shoot everyone. Idiot. Remember his name, MOHD DALIL. Just so you know, I don't hate or being judgmental to security guards but you got to learn some manners man! Again, who cares if you're even a Bangladeshi.

My phone is suck. I have not been using it for like a week now. Bosan. This is the second time when the phone goes blank with frozen apple of death on the screen with continuous spinning bar. This is a technical problem which I'm not good at it. A noob if you prefer to call. Tried to jailbreak and do all the stuffs. Still won't work. I sent my phone to one of my friend and he fixed it (at least halfway). So the thing is, my phone is now version 4.2.1 with baseband 5.15.4. Problem arised because I have to get my phone restored with another baseband that is 6.15 (something) so it can be unclocked with redsnow and cydia bla bla. But I'm too malas to go such technical phase hence I campak my phone in reban ayam now. To fix it cost me roughly ermm 150 hinggit kot. Not worth. My phone should be fixed by now. Ah stress. Or maybe I just get a new one. Maybe.

Oh another thing, got a chance to watch The Secret Life of Nora for free. Thanks for the ticket. It was okay lah. But slightly lower than my expectation. But Tiara was good though. And who ever has a big crush with mat saleh you can all stare to his awesome Broadway performance in the show. Yes Ryan Silverman.

I'm signing off. What a talkative entry. I said I'll make it short but this is what I got. Mind me. Need to find a mask for the show. Later.

p.s. i should post more photos, to prove or i'm just in denial or maybe lying. i know. just saying.

Bye

Kerol

2011-09-27T18:57:00.000+08:00

Something is not right, so not right.

I know things, and I got ways.

Beware.

Bye

Kerol

Anak halal

2011-09-16T12:04:00.002+08:00

It got me thinking.

So when people keep questioning about makanan halal and haram the awareness has become to point where I find it real plague in our community. I'm not bias nor being ignorant but let just say. This is good, and crucial and neat. But if one can't stop being skeptical about the halalness of the foods cause fear and discomfort really wasn't the best thing. Ada perasaan was was.

Some reactions given;

I tak minum coffee ni. Dorang cakap ada lemak babi la - (God knows how many times the issue has been brought up)
Eh ham/bacon tu babi yeah by right - (when clearly stated chicken ham/bacon in the menu)
Gula gula ni ada gelatin babi (read before eat).
Aku minum ~~ribena~~ tapi tak makan babi. Babi geli dowh (boleh lak camtu eh?)

Boleh tak stop speculation macam ni? This is very unlikely to happen. Bosan.

All paranoia and claiming the food containing DNA babi must should've stopped. I think this is annoying. I'm not being offensive or rude or tunjuk pandai but this thing needs to stop. To have those minded who care about foods, what are we eating and drink and bla bla are much needed. Often saying 'weh jadi darah daging kita tu kau kena tahu apa kau makan' needs proper way to be said. Make no mistake these expressions aren't given because I don't care, I do care but just keep your senses normally.

We must be absolutely certain on any thoughts. Say on particular subject halal and haram. We should really enforce this knowledge not only to our own muslim, but all citizens so they'll understand.

Macam ni lah, you don't simply make any accusation until Jakim said so or otherwise.

Jakim is the right organization to release halal certificate. Government must have resolution to settle the problem. Dna babi is still babi. But any clarification has to be firmed. Kita tak boleh melulu cakap apa yang kawan kita makan tuh haram dan apa yang kita makan tuh halal, either way. But not strict to obvious item la. Takkan kau cakap makan bah kut teh halal. Tu memang problematic.

In say, don't easily judge others because they eat that and that. You never know. The best thing you can do is to check food's status before spreading the rumors biskut raya pun ada babi, implying the word haram until its proven so.

Read labels, choose wisely and eat. Bismillah.

Bye

Kerol

Cars

2011-09-07T10:03:00.001+08:00

*entry ni bukan in conjuction dengan movie Cars.

VW has this exhibition (free entrance yo) at Bukit Jalil this coming weekend. Like okay fun gila nak tengok barang baik thingy. I love german cars. My whole life rooting for their exquisite machines. Like totally you name it. So when VW comes with lots of goodie cars siapa tak nak tengok kan. Tengok lah kalau jadi aku pergi.

You know German brands, let's take to the basic. We go fundamental thoughts, design stuffs and such. I always thought BMW is for younger people. Like 30-40s and Mercedez for elder say 50s and above. When I was a kid I keep comparing these two brands. Like a perfect fit to compare between apple and apple. Then Audi. Look at those 4 rings symbol (not olympic) make me stunned. Fierce. Audi is top. Even than Beamer and Merc. Any Audi model, the least salonA4 always caught my attention. Undevided okay HAHA. Know what makes it different, that eagle eyes (or whatever called). Sexy gila.

Then Japan cars. Oh I guess Civic is perhaps the most popular amongst Malaysian. Be it Chinese Malay or Indian. Civic beats other Japan cars. Then Toyota. Pakcik pakcik suka Camry. And girl girl suka Yaris. And abang exec suka Vios. Next Mazda. Second brand I vote after Honda. Mazda sekarang cun cun. RX8 ke, White Sporty Mazda3 ke. Oish. Suzuki? Not my favorite (any models have failed me). Nissan okay la. Terus target Murano (berangan). Lancer taknak? Subaru taknak? TAKNAK.

I like vintage. So American good at it. That is why Ford and Chevrolet win the battle. Mustang cars tuh semua. Vintage dowh. If I were given a chance I'll drive myself at Route 66 with mustang shelby ke cobra ke. Janji muscle. Look what American movie has influenced my mind. Aha. Mind you, I do drive manual car, my first born kot. Opt for them kalau kau feeling hot macam Andrew Garfield nak merentas desa dengan awek macam Emma Stone. Kalau dapat Camaro tak kisah nak feeling macam mana pun.

I just don't get it what is with Peugeot (pur-zhoh, per-joe). There isn't really a correct English way to pronounce it. French has 'bitter' and ecentric taste. Sebab tu suka foie gras kot. Whenever I saw Peugeot, I keep thinking of Anthony Hopkins in Hannibal poster *cringe look with mouth-leather guard.

KIA and Hyundai are both rising phoenix. Tiba tiba design semua mantap. Current Sonata and Tucson and Sportage. Lawa. Fit well dengan K-Pop sekarang. Just a thought.

I didn't despise Malaysia car. Especially Perodua. I chose MyVi SE from Perodua and Neo from Proton (or let say married man chose Exora over Alza). Cuma kalau murah sikit lagi better. Macam Deutsch beli Beetle and Japanese beli high rank Honda cars.

Tak berani nak cakap pasal kereta Italy. Paham paham lah. Hehe mahakarya kaya.

Saja nak cakap pasal kereta. I like cars (German cars) nak cakap jugak. Kalau ada sesiapa nak bagi Passat satu aku senyap. Heh?

DasAuto
Kerol

Merdeka Raya.

2011-08-30T22:35:00.000+08:00

Quick one.

Guys. Kepada yang mengenali, kurang mengenali waima tidak mengenali sekalipun, aku susun sepuluh jari minta maaf dari hujung rambut sampai hujung ~~dunia~~ kaki di atas kekhilafan ketelanjuran kesalahan (semua lah). Selamat hari raya Aidilfitri. Maaf Zahir Batin.

Tak lupa. Selamat menyambut kemerdekaan yang ke 54. Alhamdulillah.

MERDEKA RAYA!

raya 2011 - my aunty and i

'sarung baju raya, kibarkan bendera Malaysia'

Bye

Kerol

So random.

2011-08-25T18:25:00.002+08:00

*sitting at my cube.

Office has this berbuka puasa event so I wait. Just something I made to release my boredom hence the ranting. Mind you.

Office's connection does not permit any kind of fancy webby you know social stuffs say Facebook, Twitter even Blogspot. I post this entry using my phone. There's this compatible apps for blogspot. Blogbooster. Lucky.

So I feel annoyed today. I don't know. Just occured and can't help to not express it here. Maybe I'm feeling a little unwell (painful ulcer and swollen left-eye) make me grumpy. Sorry. But let just say I blurt it here, hypothetically. I'm not mad. Just annoyed. You can differentiate both feelings easily. It's pretty easy to be annoyed and mad at the same time too. Dugaan bulan puasa.

Anyway this is my second attempt to post entry through my phone. My first entry I typed went blank just then, like really terus give up nak taip baru. But this entry proves you wrong. Hehe. Aku taip jugak. Usaha.

Giving a verdict well today is not bad. Tiring but not bad. Just rasa nak demam. And please don't be sakit mata. If it's getting worse I'll get myself checked up.

I should probably get going now. My phone battery goes weak. The battery doesn't last longer. Bosan. Pakai sikit charge pakai sikit charge. I am this close to campak my phone from that super high building. But I stopped sebab Steve Jobs has resigned so knowing maybe iphone 5 tak release terus tak jadi buang. *terus sayang balik my phone. (how american brands have conquer us all, opt only apple and blackberry none other).

Just so you know, I'm just bored. No offense. Selamat berbuka. Wonder what menus going to be served. 1 more hour to go *dopey eyes salivating.

p.s. Ramadhan 25th

Bye
Kerol

Cerita bulan puasa.

2011-08-23T22:48:00.000+08:00

Aku terasa nak buka cerita malam ni.

Setiap orang mesti ada kenangan masa bulan puasa. Puasa ke raya ke mesti ada. Dan dan aku nak bukak cerita jugak. Well let's hear it (bajet).

Still ingat umur berapa start puasa? Hmm. Aku tak ingat tapi rasanya darjah satu dah mula puasa. Tak penuh lah. 15 hari ada kot. Masa kecil mak ngan abah janji nak bagi duit raya banyak kalau puasa. Sogok habis. Biasalah motivasi. Takpe la bukan selalu pun kan. Tapi aku tak ingat masa darjah berapa I can get RM100 each from my parent. Mak bagi 100, abah bagi 100. Tu belum lagi uncle, aunty, atok, nenek, mak long, pak long. Fuh best gila. Duit raya aku masa kecil dulu kira kalau 300-400 tu standard. Best woo. Untung jadi cucu sulung nih.

Ada sekali masa sahur. Tak ingat darjah berapa. Tapi sebab aku anak sulung so kenalah baca niat puasa. Kira macam practice menghafal. Hafazan. Atok suruh. So tengah mamai bangun tidur atok suruh baca niat puasa. Dia nak dengar. Aku pun dengan yakin,

"Nawaitu raf'alhadasil...."

HOI! Tu niat nak puasa ka?

Haaa kan dah kena sergah. Dari mamai terus sedar. Ya Allah. Aku baca doa lain. Mentang mentang masa tu baru belajar kat sekolah cara cara mandi wajib. Terus ingat doa tuh. Maka bergegar bergelak tawa hilai semua orang pagi pagi buta satu rumah masa tu. Sampai hari ni aku ingat dua dua niat. Niat puasa dengan niat mandi wajib (hikhik - aku rasa style gelak sekarang hikhik). Tapi kalau nak cakap kat hangpa la kan, aku ni cepat sangat distracted. Macam kadang kadang bacaan songsang tempat lain. Nampak sangat solat tak khusyuk. Haih. Tapi tak pernah lagi la doa iftitah jadi doa qunut. Melampau gila.

Aku ni ~~bukan~~ budak nakal (percayalah). Jadi takda sangat kenangan bukak periuk makan nasi yangyuk ka, minum air masa mandi ka. Kalau aku lapar sangat aku akan cakap aku nak berbuka jugak. So mak bagi. Esok puasa penuh lah. Konon bagi guarantee.

Masa dah besar besar ni takda la nak buat perangai tak nak puasa. ~~Tua~~ dewasa tak puasa apa kes? (no offense). Masa study kat Penang dulu, aku suka buka puasa kat masjid. Selain sebab jimat kos (student paham paham ah), aku suka tengok orang. Macam macam perangai masa tu. Rindu nak berbaris ambil makanan. Even makanan tak seberapa tapi ukhwah (uiks islamic gila perkataan) tu yang penting. Cewah. Serius rindu weh. Kalau tak buka puasa kat bilik (asrama), buka lah kat luar. Selalu aku pergi mamak je. Penang kot. What do you expect. Kiri kanan atas bawah semua mamak.

So ada satu hari ni kami pun berbuka lah ramai ramai. Ada member sorang ni order air tembikai susu. Honeydew. Kami suruh macha tu hidang makanan bila 15 minit sebelum berbuka. So takda ah kau hadap sangat makanan tu. Bila hidang je, air tembikai susu dia pun sampai. Ha. Gelas besar air tembikai merah campur susu pekat. Tinggal nak kacau ja. Semua nganga. Dah nak buka puasa kot. Nak taknak kau minum. Mamak punya definition tembikai susu ialah air tembikai merah campur susu pekat. Tak semua mamak la. Maybe mamak Penang ja (kejadian kat khaleel). Sorang lagi member bagitau haritu. Dia bukak cerita order air durian belanda. Soursop. Oh sedap gila air tuh. Mamak bagi apa? Dia bagi air durian siap ada isi durian sekali. Dapat imagine tak gumpalan isi durian campur air?

Sekarang pun macam macam.

Tadi bukak puasa mak buat kejutan. Semua kemaruk tengok Kasih Alia. Kira macam sambil berbuka mata semua depan tv tengok drama tuh. Mak minat Qausar kot. Tiba tiba mak cakap 'abang pergi lah audition mana mana. Abang boleh berlakon kot'. HA? Aku tengah nak suap kuih tepung pelita kot. Tersedak kejap. Aku rasa dia penat sangat la. Banyak kerja kat office. So maybe dia tak sedar apa yang dia cakap (i'm in shock).

Satu lagi. Dari kecil sampai sekarang aku diajar untuk makan kurma (tamar). Kalau berbuka takda kurma rasa tak lengkap (tapi aku tak suka ayam masak kurma).

Ok. Nak cerita panjang memang tak habis ah. Banyak. Aku share sikit sikit. Dah lah. Ngantuk gila minum milo tadi. Mahu tidur.

Bye

p.s. Ramadhan 23.

Some trait and theories.

2011-08-21T23:35:00.001+08:00

People love to generalize. They tend to have a natural preference in each area. Hak memilih (no political content is involved in the entry).

Some people have preferences towards another. Liking by others and vice versa. You know. Preference by direct translation can be mean 'the selecting of someone or something over another or others'. Eg I like Perodua more than Proton *something like that. So in my case if I choose one thing, say Durian. Why durian? Kenapa tak buah lain? I don't eat durian. Why? I know I know some of you dah buat muka 'eee poyo nya mamat ni tak makan durian bajet mat saleh'. For the record since when by eating durian makes you malay (or not malay)?

Let me ask you. Why would such expression shown? Is it a big thing if someone does not like durian? Or is it make you less melayu? Why ah? I keep asking myself. Whenever I tell people (friends ke sesiapa la) I don't like durian, they show this face like macam menyampah gila or something. Seriously tak faham. Just because durian tu king of fruits and aku tak makan so aku rugi. Put it this way.

Dalam dunia ni ada tak benda kau tak suka makan? Bagi satu contoh. Let just say you don't eat TAUGEH. Yes beansprout. Does it ever occur to you that this preference can also be mean of being selective? No? Tipu! The thing is maybe taugeh is not that prominent, and rare so people doesn't really bother. Or maybe another example. Have you ever in this awkward position when you start to eat in a restaurant and you look at the next table that dude was actually separating his sayur from mee goreng? I did. Contoh lain ikan sungai. My dad doesn't eat freshwater fish. He eats only those marine fishes. Not even ikan keli. I know masak sambal ikan keli pecalele macam syok terangkit habis but he doesn't eat it, AT ALL. So why's that? Do you think he's not purely malay he doesn't eat freshwater fish? Some said freshwater fish contains too much mercury. Something to think about. God knows. My mom is another case. She eats almost about everything (hehe).

So my point is people tend to perceive us in a weird way. And label others by their preferences. Macam sambal belacan, budu, cencalok, tempoyak. For example bila artis A ni kahwin dengan mat saleh. Let say his converted name is Mikael (previously known Micheal) and she was being interviewed by majalah Manggis.

'Mikael suka makan sambal belacan. He loves it, like a lot! I always teach him to makan ulam ulam like petai. Jering too' - and then when artist A starts to giggle (just saying)'.

I have a friend who doesn't eat redbeans, and mix vege (the kind of vege you add in nasi goreng with green peas and corn and dice carrot), and some only consume Starbucks coffee (none others) and someone who prefers lamb over any red meats. So how do you define that? For me it simple, that just something that they like (or dislike). And that just it. So tak payah lah nak accuse orang orang ni less melayu. In my case;

'You know what. I like pastas. Really. All types. I love Italian foods. I do. They all look good and cheesy and so comforting. And pizzas, pepperoni. Sedap'

So shall I be claimed to be Italian then? Ehem. It just something I like to eat for myself. Jangan la judgemental sangat. So lepas ni kalau ada member or sesiapa sahaja yang cakap tak suka makan itu ini, maafkan lah dia k. Tapi kalau terlalu cerewet boleh la tegur, in a polite way. Macam;

'Eh kau ni semua tak makan. Cerewet betul. Susah nanti nak kahwin. Cari suami/isteri kalau cerewet sangat macam ni' *smirking.

To admit, yes I'm a bit fussy when it comes to food. That's my nature. Itu la ini lah. All I'm saying is semua ada hak untuk memilih. Setuju?

Bye.

Siapa tak suka biskut raya kau freak ah.

2011-08-21T11:39:00.005+08:00

Raya!

I don't bake. Maybe the hardest bakery ever made was pound cake, that was it. Or maybe choc cake. But whenever I try to bake choc cake it's either tak naik or uneven. But still edible. So makan sendiri. To say I love raya cookies. Who doesn't kan. You know when raya is about to come and everybody was baking and stuffs. Oh I like that. I like the house to smell like cookies. Macam heaven best gila. Pastu terus makan. Best.

I have my favorite raya cookies. Oh wait wait. Before that, this entry is not to sell raya cookies or so. In say just to share my thoughts. I don't bake remember? :0

1. Pineapple tarts (i have this thing to spell 'apple' first then only 'pine' to avoid wrong-spelling). These cookies maybe have been my favorite since ages. Its puffy and creamy and melt in the mouth weh. Habis sepah sepah baju melayu kalau makan tart nenas. Sedap punya pasal.

All types. Semua sedap.

2. Mama carries. Oh this is my guilty pleasure cookies when I was a kid. The cookies are sweet. I mean sweetest because they have these frozen icing on top of the cookies. So being a kid, of course la suka benda manis. Hence I always to lick the frozen icing instead of the cookies. Once the icing is done so I eat the cookies (but most of the time buang terus) HAHA.

See the flower motive. I can lick it sampai hilang.

3. Bahulu. Maybe the only traditional kuih I like so far, till now. Eh kejap. Bahulu can be group as 'kuih' kan? Not cookies. Just saying. Oh anyway I love bahulu that only made by nenek. This is my first raya without nenek. Sedihnya. Nenek is very good at baking bahulu. She made it traditionally using api sabut kelapa on top and bottom of the bahulu. The outcome is delicious. Sweet and MOIST! Yeah most importantly Moist. I don't prefer bahulu in the market nowadays. They bake it using oven. So the bahulu is either dry or something less. Macam bersepai dalam mulut. Tak suka. Good bahulu is when you can retain the moisture and you can still taste bit of eggyolk and caramelized sugars. Eat it whilst still warm. Pergh the best!

I only dig for this shape bahulu. Shape lain tak suka. Especially bentuk ikan.

4. Choc chip cookies ni lately macam satu trend pulak. You can see everybody selling it in the market. I love those too. Good choc chip is either crunchy kau munching tak henti henti or soft choc chip yang kau boleh hisap hisap to the bit of the chip. Uiks meleleh air liur. Scrumptious woo.

Imagine panas panas. *meleleh.

5. I'm not certain on this one. It's either almond london or semperit. If almond london ada choc sauce, rather westernised. If semperit dia melt dalam mulut feeling terbaik. Hmm. Okay I chose almond london. Dah suka choc nak buat camna. Tapi takut nak makan almond london this year sebab riot kat london hari tu. Okay tak lawak.

Best kan kunyah almond. Rasa puas hati. Lagi puas dari almond cadbury.

There you go my favorite raya cookies. Nak list banyak banyak baik aku berniaga terus macam mak Hanis kan. Hehe. What's your favorite? Batang burok eh.

This raya might not be as fun like previous years. Since nenek is no longer with us so the excitement little less mesti tak sama. Hmm. Frankly I didn't tempah any baju raya pun. Just pakai apa yang ada. Selalu pun pakai baju melayu tengah hari dah bukak. Panas. Pakai pergi solat raya je. So I don't really looking forward. Entah. Tak rasa apa apa.

Alright ah. This is my raya pre-post. Shall I post post-raya we'll see. Okay nak makan biskut raya.

Bye.

p.s. Ramadan 21.

Bye.

2011-08-21T10:46:00.000+08:00

I read her blog. I feel better.

Good things come when we least expect them.


courtesy picture: http://thegoodthedadandthebaby.com

Cheers.

Bye.