Schooling a Fantasy academy

I am proud to say I am included in that 0.1% of the Malay population in Malaysia who DISLIKES Zizan Raja Lawak.

Ya allah. Nak mamposlah aku tengok budak ni nyanyi. Zamani mesti sedih gila.

The boy prolly hasn’t been born yet when this song was released. Langsung takde feel rock kapak langsung. Rasa nak lempang je.

“Lagu tu berat untuk awak sebab awak ni langsung takde jiwa rock kapak! Awak tak reti doh! Awak boybandnye lagu je boleh.”

At least aku tak sezalim Roslan suruh perform belakang stage. Aku suruh carik lagu lain je.

Minah ni ayah dia paksa nyanyi. Bapak aku paksa aku gi sekolah!

Okaylah. Yang ini aku kasi chance. Skirt dia indah betul bergemerlapan.

Ah sudah! Your downfall is your trying-too-hard last 1 minute on stage. WHY??!!!!!!

Zizan, the real flat top hair cut is the one Edry is doning – not what you have on your head tu.

What is this final song they are singing. Are you killing me???!!!!!!

My first 30minutes into this AF season resulted to 1. Oh. Takde change pun. 2. Seriously?! 3. Anyone want me to do weekly live commentary?

Fiesta lompat atas pentas. Where is that respect and dedication to impress your choreographer?

Hello 3rd Decade PMS.

First period as a 31 year old. All these joyous moments should be celebrated – at home.

Haven’t properly eaten. Not in the mood to eat. Bad vibe please go away. Will hope at least ada insan yang boleh sejukkan hati. Kakak tol.

Abang tol made my day today. Dia tanya “Lama tak nampak?” I replied and asked him the same thing. He recycled my answer. Haha.

Sometimes I don’t suka hati choose to be sick. đŸ˜¦

We’ll see what’ll happen. I can’t force myself to run a freaking 21km marathon carrying a period pain. Even a healthy person doesn’t.

Trust me, I’m already bumped and disappointed with myself for not being able to do this.


It’s nice to be greeted by someone famous first. Today Wan Zaleha Radzi greeted me first – saying she saw me at an event. #Win

A sweet surprise from my #IkalMayang team. Love you guys, Ida Nerina, Su May, Malik, Junad, Amanda & Zoey!



Birthday dinner date tonight with Serena Chong … blessed with gorgeous souls who are in fact gorgeous in real life as well.


Smart-ass political critis/analysts who sits in their posh apartments drinking gourmet coffee complaining the govt depriving people’s rights.

Gone were the days when political critics/analysts are the true heroes championing people’s rights using their knowledge and expertise.

Almost like writers who writes about people’s life from their self-made dungeons having to meet no one in their entire lives.

What’s sad is that ‘we’ (excluding me) thinks that these smart-ass political critics/analysts are so pandai so ‘we’ must listen to them.

Because orang yang kaya, pandai maa. Their access to information and knowledge lagi bagus sebab they go overseas study with orang putih maa.

And of course my grammar berterabur. I pelajar UiTM je.

You want to make a change – go into the system. Learn to navigate it from inside. Clean it.


Good Night, three decades of life.

On the 10,958th day of my life, someone asked me, “Are you a Gen X or a Gen Y?”

I quickly replied, “I’m actually in between Gen X and Gen Y but I consider myself a Gen X, only because my younger siblings are Gen Ys and because of my 11 years age gap with my younger sister, I got the chance of raising her.”

Today I start a new journey after having completed 30 years of living. For me, birthdays are milestones. That time of the year where you reflect on what you have done and how much have you achieved in life.

Thirty years of living, in today’s context is almost a lot. That includes 8 leap years, thousands of mistakes, tens of thousands of experimentation and probably hundreds of vices.

Some people like to call themselves, an old soul. Of course, I like to do that as well. Only because I don’t know what the mainstream music is playing as I get fixated to my iTunes or just MixFM, LiteFM and Klasik Nasional. Trust me, I probably only know 3 songs from Bruno Mars and I don’t even remember their titles. And no, I still don’t know what One Direction is. Are they a band? Are they like Backstreet Boys? Do they even know Backstreet Boys? Are they even legal? Have they hit puberty? See how aunty I am.

Today I went to Monash University for a screening. Not only how the kids dressed to school surprises me, but also how they react to issues, where they would prefer to contest than understanding concepts that they are not familiar with. When I was growing up, because no one explain why things are the way it is, I tried hard to learn how to understand the context of things myself. Weirdly this is not just from today’s trip. Apparently having seen all universities we were invited to screen in and having younger siblings who are still in college, this is my generic take on Gen Y. I guess they just come from a different era. In which I need to understand more of.

Three decades. The first two decades in my life, I spent a lot as a nomad, having to move houses every three years. The last decade was spent working. Initially, I only give myself four decades to live. I know, it’s God’s decision but let’s just be realistic. With this ‘realistic’ plan, I get to appreciate the power of ambition. I get to tell myself, I must do a lot of things because I can never tell when I’m going to die.

I still have ten years to tell people that I am worthy of their respect.

I still have ten years to create magic.

I still have ten years to create lifetime of memories for people to wish their prayers on me.

For tonight, this is a homage to that three decades I’ve lived through. Trust me, I have nothing but gratification for everyone who have hugged me, told me that they love(d) me, who took me into their lives, who I have fallen for and although rejected me along the way (AHAHAHAHAHA) – still managed to be that positive factor for me to be a better person, who have given me opportunities and faith is the person that I am, and always always always my wonderful great parents who loves me, ever so kindly and be that pillar of strength I can always cling on to in times I have nothing else to live for.

Three decades will not have been easy without God. Trust me, those nights spent crying on the praying mat have been the best nights in my life.

Thank you, for these three decades. I regret nothing.

In The Midst of Busyness

I am not a person who plan things. Weirdly, an anal as I am, I am not.

I like things to be organic. I like that in the weirdest moments on my desk, I get to write the most beautiful stuff (which is why I have always hated when someone discusses the ‘meaning’ behind a poem).

To me, everything is timely and happens for a reason.

Next week, will be one of the toughest weeks in my life. And toughness shall escalate gracefully from then on. But life should always escalate, no matter what.

I realised, no matter how good we are with someone, we don’t necessarily work brilliantly with them. Work chemistry is something very crucial. I am one who absorbs someone’s energy. I am an extrovert. It’s almost vampire-ish, y’know. Like I suck blood to continue living. Some people gives me nervous energy, some people doesn’t know that they themselves exude nervous energy out. I can’t blame them. These are self-made extroverts, not natural extroverts. That’s my psycho analysis bullshit for tonight.

Good night.

Kunci Kira-Kira

People who does budgeting should be paid a lot. No wonder accountants get paid a lot. Hours looking at invoices, excel sheets and numbers.

But people who does budgeting and have to present it and also follow up on it should be paid more than the accountants. Crazy!

Having said that – work begins. Budget presentation meeting at 9am in Cyberjaya. That means leaving Selayang at 7am.