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Kaklong: Adik, jom kita pi Pulau Aman. Me: Nak buat apa pi tengok polis? OK. saya konfius. yang tu Bukit Aman. Pulau Aman is actually one of the mini islands around Penang. Yes. I never knew that. I think, there's a feri named after it... but how would I ever know it's existence?  photo taken from here I do know some other small islands around here like Pulau Jerejak and... and... and... ok. failed.  Nephew: Makcik, baba ajak p Sedim Me: Malas laa.. nak buat apa. Mak, depa nak p Sedim buat apa? Mak: Tgk tanah. Brother: Siap! cepat Me: OK la. Bila semua orang dah siap.  Me: Eh?! Awat semua orang pakai mcm nak p jogging ja? Nephew: Yala, nak mandi ayaq terjun, makcik taktau ka? Me: hmmph! (cepat2 grab another shirt and pants) Brother: Mai ayaq terjun pakai punya raget Me: fine, next time org bawak pelampung.  fuh, tgk budak zaman skrg... ke air terjun mcm ke kolam renang. siap pakai goggles. mainan pantai. heh...  haih... dah besar2 dah anak me...

I wish to be a TV presenter.  A childhood dream that never dies, probably will never happen too.

"laaa, bila balik ni....?" "awat nampak seghoh (semakin kurus) sangat? tinggai haluih (halus = kecil) hang duk sana?" "brapa taun lg? ni kak Ra (bukan nama sebenar) kat Mesir lg 6 taun" "nanti ajak tok p rumah" (referring to my mum) 1. I come to realize that whenever people ask 'when did you come back?' my standard answer would always be, 'few weeks ago'... 2. A few people has noted that I've grown thinner in some ways. That includes my dad n brother. Apparently, not eating properly throughout this year has taken it's toll on me. 3. Judging from my physical appearance, people always think I'm younger than my age. I suppose, it's not so bad if you're in your 40s... in fact, it's something I wish would happen when I grow old.  However, to be mistakenly thought as a high school student when you are at your best age of adulthood is so not cool. I wonder if this would be a problem in getting a job in the fut...

 Happy Eid!  Commonly, Malaysian Eid celebration wouldn't be complete without ketupat.. so this time around, I'm gonna show you how to wrap a Ketupat Palas (sticky rice dumpling)...  Frankly speaking I'm not a good cook (I should say, not yet), but wrapping ketupat palas is something I can proudly teach anyone. hahaha...  Though it might seem kinda easy, if you fold the leaf to the wrong direction, your ketupat might end up as 'ketupat betina' (female? ketupat)... oh well, how do I explain this, its rather perverse to put a photo or explain... well, doesn't matter... here's the steps of how to wrap a sticky rice ketupat. 1. Fold the wide edge of the leave into a cone shape container 2. Fill it with the half-cooked sticky rice (the rice was cooked with cocunut milk, a few pandan leaves and salt) 3. Fold the tail of the leaf to the left, covering the rice 4. ok, this is a tricky part... and my nephew didn't take the photo properly... hai...

2 very close relatives (an uncle and cousin) passed away last year. Yesterday, a neighbor’s grandson involved in an accident, and died. Last few months, a cousin’s house was caught fire, his wife was severely injured and breathed her last after few days in ICU My friend was 19 and he was killed in a road accident when I was 18. Another friend… a year younger, passed away of a lung cancer. A neighbor whom I don’t remember his name died last month. We all will eventually die, it’s just the matter of when… and normally whenever the thought of dying visits, it comes with that lame rhetorical question which often left unanswered… Are you ready? constantly reminded, yet continuously forgetting.... Me!

At times, you wonder about your own behavior… but when you’re back to where you came from… you know that there is nothing weird about the way you are…and if it’s in the blood, changing it would be a lifelong dream. Apparently, no one loves snide remarks. Especially when it’s thrown just in your face… funny jokes that ain’t funny… laughter and giggles that crawl into you like poisonous bugs, ripping your flesh of the bones. But hey, sarcasm works wonders when nothing else matters…. And very often, it leaves you something to live with… something like a derogatory remark about yourself… hahaa… aside from trust, self-confidence is very expensive. …and many times in my life, I could barely tell the difference between vices and virtues… I am forever small, looking up to all the great people around me. Life is good.

This is my last semester project (Semester 01, 2010) I've been wanting to put this on the blog since it was presented which is about 5 months ago.... but soooooo lazy to adjust and write... and now, I end up chucking in just my speech.   The Blurred Masterplan The project is a metaphor of Melbourne city. It is generated by the blur master plan or a blistered satellite view of Melbourne city and its surroundings. The blur master plan is a reverse representation of a typical master plan which is meant to give a different perception about Melbourne city. It represents the fuzziness of Melbourne City, its history, urban life and memories. The reading of the master plan which has been visually interpreted by the idea of distance between the dots hence becomes the rule to generate the form of the building. The rule is explored through three main strategies that response to Venturi’s Complexity and Contradiction.  Firstly, the project celebrates the interdependency between form an...

Yay! Changed my blog layout. I’ve grown sick of dark and gloomy background… besides, it’s spring yo! Flowers are blooming everywhere and the sun shines even on the rainy days, why must I all be sad and moody. Let’s get the mood brightened up a bit.   Anyway, for some reasons the blog header appears to be a bit pixelated, I don’t know why. I’m pretty sure I got the dimension correct, I’ve checked the pixels and all. Anyway, it was way worse when I uploaded the JPEG version, so I tried using PNG and it seems a little bit better, like the above. I’ve been changing my blog name a couple of times till now. I think, from now on… I shall try to stick with one. I'll use mirpof. Where did I get it from? Oh, it was a typo when I wanted to write…...... heheee… I’ll keep that to myself. But yeah, that was when I first setup this blog… the url accidentally became mirpof.blogspot.com. It really has no meaning. Unless you can find one for me. Lalaalaa…. nak balik Malaysia lagi 6 hari, ...