Friends are precious

My favourite picture of all... maybe becoz I look tall kot. hehe

Dear friends,

First of all, I would like to extend my gratitude for your support and concern this past few days. Sorry for being one angry woman and thanks for calming me down. I never really actually express my negative emotions to you guys before... so when times like this I don't know how to express it properly and end up like this.

I'm so touched that you guys really really care about me, I never thought you guys did. I definitely was so wrong. So glad we did this coz at the end it's worth it. Your smiles remind me all the good memories in UM. Something that can't never be replaced.

Then,
Leen: Thanks for listening to my complaints... your fast responds and your everyday post in circles made my job easier...

Mai: Like leen, thanks for fast responds even though you're in south... and your call last night, really really made my day. Even though I only received voice messages after that, but hearing your sisterly advice was nice.

Liya: Thanks for coming my house to pick it personally and really like that poster. It felt worth it when people love that stuff.

Nida: Thanks for your concern and ideas... some that I cannot change, sorry but I replace something nice... and I don't think I can be in your shoes when organizing stuff like this. You are a lagend.

Last but not least.... Zainal who listening to my endless whining in the wee hour and actually came out with one brilliant idea to replace that frame. Haih.. asal tak boleh terfikir bende tu.

Oh yes, Mr Ted.. Jangan menyesal lepas ni ye.... Thank you very very much.

Now, I officially announced that this project is finished and succed. (sekarang tunggu apa kata korang lepas tengok the real thing.)

I'm angry

Have you ever volunteered to do stuff (this is not including charity) and at the end of the day you regret that you actually volunteered it?

You thought this would end fast and without messy sequences. You realized that you wasted an awful lots of time, money and patience...

Geez, at this point, my patience toward this darn poster is as thin as ice on the lake in spring time. Any provocation from anybody from that butch of people will lead to the eruption of my wrath and I can end up doing something stupid.

I just can't take anymore. IKEA is out of stock of that stupid fragile frame? Are you kidding me? The fact that I have to pay one extra + my time going there + my petrol + traffic jam, now I have to go there again 2 weeks time?

I just had enough of this.

At this moment, all I want to do is to break every frame that I had with me so that nobody gets it. Ha... dah la I still have to pay same amount like everyone yang tak perlu bersusah payah ke hulu hilir pasal bende ni. Tak masuk lg bilangan SMS yang kena hantar kat semua orang everytime I need to make a decision, to remind them and to force them. Bengangnye..... Dah la sekarang tgh broke giler.... Every cent counts u know.

The unfortunate events of a photographer and his assistant

Once upon a time in a far far away, there were 6 young women who just graduated and wanted to have their memoriable day captured by professional photographer. Instead of going to studio like everyone else, they came out with this wonderful idea of asking the photographer to come to their university and shot them in background of the university's landmarks. Mr Ted came into the picture and after half day posing in heavy robe under blazing sun, few hundreds of picture were snapped.

A week or so after that, they received the soft copy of their pictures from Mr Ted. Then Mr Ted suggested a fantastic idea of doing a collage of their picture into one huge poster. Everybody agreed and at that point Mun was elected as their representative to deal with Mr Ted. Little they knew that this idea will lead them into one hell month.

First job was to find a perfect frame size for the poster. After browsing IKEA catalogue for hundredth time, Mun couldn't find the size of Mr Ted's ideal poster. So, with few other options, Mun asked opinion from other 5 persons to decided which one sould they choose. But asking for their opinion was a challenge as only 2 persons actually responded to her request in the forum. It was funny since most of them a internet junkie yet they just couldn't be online at this critical hours.

After decided about it, Mun draged her mom to IKEA on one fine afternoon. They never realized that particular day was second last day of IKEA yearly sale. As you can imagine, the crowd there was unbearable. It was unnecassary sale for Mun as she discovered that their frame was not on sale. And she found the perfect size that Mr Ted dreamed about. So all the long discussion with the girls was a waste. Happily she bought 12 pieces for 6 of them and give Mr Ted for further works.

Two three days later, Mr Ted send a poster design to Mun. She posted it at the forum and everybody agreed that they didn't like it (when it comes to mengutuk, everyone respond so fast la). Then Mr Ted did another one and this time, they really like it. Mind you, to get this agreement, it tooks one whole week. So Mr Ted asked for final words if they really like it and take it as their design. After another 4 days, everybody agreed but little they knew that Mun already said yes to Mr Ted 2 days earlier. Suddenly came up one smartpant who suggest to change this and that and Mun has to dismiss her as the final decision was made.

Now, come the hardest part. Do they really want to buy it after hearing the printing price? The price was high enough to make people think about it 4 times. Mr Ted was kind enough to give the printing cost only without designing charges. With pressure from Mr Ted to finish up the job as quickly as he can and the late respond from other girls, Mun was stucked in the middle of decision problems. When one by one finally replied their decision, it was too late for Mr Ted to continue the job as he would leave for paternity leaves for 1 week.

Then Mun discovered that one of the girl didn't want the poster coz it was too big according to her. Excuse me? Mun already bought 12 frames. And who the hell gonna pay her another 2 remainder? After some words exchanged, she agreed to buy the frames only. Sometimes Mun wonder why some people who has fixed income, single and stayed in 3-bedroom-with-8-occupants-apartment would be so stingy enough to spend for this just one time memoriable poster. But then again who are we so say about them.

At the meantime while waiting for Mr Ted to come back from his leaves, Mun collected the payment from other 4 girls. It was not easy task mind you.

When Mr Ted came from his leaves, bad luck started to fall on him. First stop was to discovered that 2 frames was broke. To add the salt to the injury, one piece of the shattered glass hit his knee leaving him bleeding, a hole in his skin and one funny walking gait. The next day, he found out that another 1 frame broke. Then he realized that he accidently print 2 same poster and didn't print another one. Since it was his fault, he has to bear all the cost. Finally 1 day before passing the frames and posters to Mun, another frame broke. In all, he has to pay 4 broken frames (and 1 extra poster).

He rang Mun to take the frames and posters in one horrible Friday evening. That evening too, Mr Ted has a bus to catch to go back to his hometown. Mun was stucked in the traffic jam for 45 minutes before realized it was too late to meet Mr Ted coz Mr Ted would miss his bus so she just u-turn and stucked in the jam again. Later she found out that Mr Ted missed his bus anyway and he had to drive all the way.

So the meeting was resceduled to next Tuesday. After paying him the printing cost and putting all the frames in Mun car, she set a journey to meet her sweetheart. It was one hell of driving experience. Every pothole, bump and anything higher that the road gave a knot in her stomach. All the way she prayed that all the frames would be in one piece when she arrived. Eventually her prayer was not answered and 1 frame broke when she arrived at the destination.

To prevent any further damage, her boyfriend has to sacrifuce his blanket to wrap the frame one by one so that it won't broke on the journey back to her house. It was a very wise choice indeed as all the frame was safe.

Then came the storage problem. How to make sure that the frame is not broken again? Thank God for Mun's box fetish, she managed to find a suitable box to keep the frames.

The conclusion, 5 frames was broke and so does 2 other pockets. And the girl who didn't want the poster didn't have to buy the frames in the end.

Morale of the story: Why does some ideas remain ideas? Coz people know it's crazy.

Ramadhan is here again

Today is the 3rd day of Ramadhan... almost cannot fast on the first day because my red friend visited me few days before. Nasib baik dier balik the night before 1st Ramadhan. Boleh la puasa. I really cannot afford losing fasting day. Coz I have XX days pending for replacement from last year and last last year.

One of my weakness, replacing fast. Every year I have to pay fidyah, which is not bad since a lot of unfortunate people get the advantages of my weakness. Haih.

My friends' favourite question to me before Ramadhan: Dah abis ganti puasa?
Me: *Smile sheepishly* Belum
My friends: Berapa hari lagi?
Me: *Smile sheepishly again* XX days (notice: XX days not X days)
Them: *Mouth opened performing perfect O like hungry goldfish*

Every year I want to start replacing fast early but I never did. This year I promise myself to start early, no more last minute. Is it possible to puasa penuh this year?

Neway, selamat berpuasa, berbuka, bersahur & bertarawikh... Selamat menyambut Ramadhan Al-Mubharak

The friend that never was

Have you ever had a friend that everyone thought that both of you are best friends but deep down inside you really hate her to bits. Yes I do. I thought she was my close friend too but after 2 years, I realized that she used me, a lot. When you care for someone, you will do stuff for them willingly but in this case I realized I was used and she didn't care about me at all. Yes, in front of people she would said "Don't hurt mun, she's my best friend." But nobody knows that she didn't even respect me at all.

I don't know why suddenly I'm very pissed off at her tonight. It just that all the things she did to me kept flashing in my head.

I remember one time, when I just acknowledge her as one of my close friend, she laughed and mocked at me when I told her my problem. WTF? I felt ridiculed and at the same time ashamed that how she could play with my feeling. From that day onwards, I realized she was never my friend. Friend never judged and ridiculed you. They listen, care and support you.

I remember one time she has promised me to go to some festival together. So I was rushing from home to pick her up. Yes, I admitted it was a bit late coz it was raining and as you know raining in KL means traffic jam. On the way to pick her up, she send me a message saying that she didn't want to go coz she didn't feel like to. I called her immediately but she never answered. I went to her room, knocking at her door like poor beggar but she didn't open the door. I saw the light and fan was on so you know what it means. The next day she didn't even apologize and acted as if nothing happened. I was so pissed off, I didn't talk to her at all all week even though I sat next to her in class. Surprise surprise. The week after that incident she asked me to pick her before I went to test centre. WTH.. Now you know why I said she used me.

I hate it when she self proclaimed that she was my best friend and she knew me. She never even call me. She missed call me and hoping I call back. In your dream bitch. When she send text messages, it always about something she needs from me. Never message of asking me how am I doing or something like that. I remember she said that I got more money so I should call her. Hello!! How about that she called her boyfriend 2-3 times a day and all I can hear what she talked about was "Abang....yayang rindu abang la....". Wueksss... *vomit*. So you have credit to call your boyfriend, but you don't have it to call your 'best friend'. I don't need her to call me and talked for 1 hour. Sometimes when there were important things, please call me and inform me. She never did.

At one raya, she asked me not to do open house until she came back from her Borneo home. Okay, I scheduled my open house so that she can come. Guess what? She never did. She went dating with her boyfriend. Sometimes you wondered where this friendship goes right?

I know she always used me coz I have transportation. But do she ever paid for anything. I don't mind if it's short distance journey. I sometimes tumpang my friend's car. But she never ever offered to pay for petrol in this 4 years of friendship. I remeber 1 time I asked her for toll money and she showed me a 50 ringgit note. WTH. It's only rm1 and she said she has no change. And as you can guess of course la I don't take the money. Sometimes, I don't need the money for my petrol but I hope that she at least offered to pay or even help me filling the petrol. She just sat in the car and acted like I'm her driver.

She almost made me broke up with my boyfriend. She compared him with her boyfriend. It's not fair coz hers staying like 5 minutes from here and mine was like 45 minutes from here. So when her boyfriend has to move to Klang, I laughed at her face. And I felt so good of doing it. And she did it (trying to break us) again in my final year. She talked me out of the relationship by supporting me to have affair with my lecturer. Please la... My love is stronger than that ok.

Now, my few friends complaining about her to me that she being selfish and sometimes doesn't care about people's feeling. I just smiled coz I've been through that earlier than them. I even had to live with her for 2 years.

I always hate the way she tought that she was the important people in the gang. At one time, we all went to a play except her (coz she didn't want to). It was a wonderful play and we talked about it all the time and how we had a blast time. Suddenly she exclaimed that we're happy when she's not that there. Well, of course, I shouted in my heart la. But verbally I said that it's her choice not coming with us, so don't blaimed us. What she think of herself? She think if she wasn't there, we will feel bored and had no fun?

I'm so glad that she didn't make to the photo shot we had as our last project. Another of her stupid excuses. I'm happy that at least when I looked at my convo pictures, I only see my true friends.... the one that care about me. The one that I will always remember and miss.

Footnote: she might read this (or not!). I know she read my blog. But do I look that I care? Hell no.

You are my sleeping pills

When I'm with you
The world seems to be a calmer place
I feel loved and I'm not afraid
You let me know that
You'll be by my side
no matter what comes through
Baby, you're my sleeping pills.

When I'm with you
I'm in my deepest sleep
There's nothing that shake me
and keep me awake
Baby, you're my sleeping pills.

Baby, I've got you
To share the day and night
I just need you and I'll be okay (trust me)
Baby, you're my sleeping pills
and I'm in the sweetest dreams.

If I have a punk emo rock band, this gonna be one of my hit singles. Haha (perasan).
Dedicated to my u-know-who-u-r.

Waiting for a call

It is universally known that when a man said he'll call you back, most probably he will not. If the statement is wrong, I wouldn't staying up till 3 am writing this entry.

Just out of curiosity, why he, at the first place, has to say that? At least has a heart, give a SMS saying he can't or whatever. At least I can proceed to my beauty sleep. Sigh.

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Athirah + Adriana in action

Trying to capture the perfect picture of my nieces. But I guess it was not that easy. Better to capture their perfect moment of togetherness...

I really am scared today

I went to Pameran Hantu, Jin, Keranda dan ... at Shah Alam today. I was excited for a long time about it that I have it reminded at my phone everyday. But yesterday Zainal told me that there's 3-4 bomohs will sit at the exit door to 'scan' anything that follow us. Uh-uh... Tak nak pergi la. My dad yang excited nak pergi tu pun tetiba tak jadik pergi. My mom siap ajar ayat yang perlu dibaca 7 times or 14 or 21 or just read that all the way la. Anyway, I went there with Zainal.

When we arrived there, a poster written said that the exhibition will end on 15th September. Eh? I thought 4th October? Whateva. Since it's tuesday and not a school holiday, it's empty. Thank God there's a family of three in front of us.

Awal-awal, biasela penerangan about jin bla bla... We roughly read and walked away. Suddenly we realized that we were the only 2 people there. Then Zainal said why don't we wait for that family. Okay.... so pretending to look at the surrounding which was not much. Kata baru masuk memang la takde ape2 kat situ lagi.

After the family walked pass us, we came to a very dark place. I meant it, it's very dark. I actually almost trip over that small boy. Then I heard a voice (don't worry, it's just the worker there).

"Sape nak tengok hantu pocong datang sini."

And that uncle switched on the torchlight on his handphone. Hello uncle, why the hell you did that? You will made the 'thing' angry okay. I was gripping hard on Zainal's hand.

"Tak nampak pun. Jom gi tempat lain," I pleaded.

"Tengok jap je. Tak semua orang nampak pun," answered him calmly.

Hopefully it wasn't me. By that time, I was reciting Ayat Kursi repeatedly.

Then I heard someone said, "Tak nampak pun. Ape kau baca ni?"

Sorry guys, I was me.

So we went away. There's jenglot, toyol (which is still alive and they feed him milk every night-according to one pakcik there) and many more which I don't want to remember since I wrote this at midnight and I'm alone right now and yes, I'm also a bit coward in this area. At this point Zainal let go my hand which according to me, I might hurted him unconciously.

At the last exhibition area, we met this one pakcik which told us about things there. He said he has been there twice. He asked me to hold (or pat) the toyol (which was already 'diawetkan' and dead) which I politely said no thank you pakcik with 'are you crazy pakcik' in my mind. Well, it was lucky to meet him as he gave us a lot of info which made the exhibition scarier than it was already as since he has a lot of story related to that. I asked the pakcik if he saw the pocong but he said that he didn't. He said that we Muslim usually harder to see since we have kalimah Lailahaillallah at our forehead. Phew, what a relieve.

Then Zainal decided to head back to the hantu pocong. O K A Y. Being a supportive partner I agreed even though dalam hati rase macam nak tikam-tikam je dier.

I don't know if they switched on the light or that place seems brighter than before but at least I could saw the cage of the 'thing'. We sat there with other few girls and listening to the the museum worker told stories about this stuff.

Suddenly Zainal said, "Cuba tengok tu... awak nampak tak....." paused.

"Nampak ape?" Paused again. Then he just shaked his head.

Nampak ape? NAMPAK APE? I didn't see anything. Not like I want. Okay, recited Ayat Kursi again.

After 20 minutes, we gave up. I relieved. This is one thing that I don't care if I didn't see. So we exited and the pakcik was not there anymore. Felt pity to him that we left him there and just walked away to see that 'thing'.

Well, takde pun bomoh-bomoh tu. Just 2 men lepaking at the door. Are they? I dunno la.

Well, good exhibition compared the last time at National Museum. At least it scared me off.

Oh ya, by the way, Zainal told me what he saw after we went out. No I won't tell you. Remembering this stuff at wee this hour was already a torture to me okay.

100th Post

Here I am sitting next to someone who has maths test tomorrow. I'm supposed to help him but at the end I'm the one who messed his head. (He said 'mane ade....' while petting my head. Meow meow).

This is my 100th post. Who would thought that I've written 100 post, uneducational nonsense post.

So I'm gonna waste my 100th post by this another nonsense post.

Hahahahhahhahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahaahaahahahhaah....

(Dunno why I became a bit crazy today. Maybe after hearing that my dad will send me to Kluang to work there if I didn't get any job. Sigh.)

We Knew Each Other

It's the time again when somebody's sister and brother are getting married. We are quite young (ye ke) to attend our friends' wedding as nobody is going to get married in these few months. So we just attend friends' sibling kenduri. The thing about Subang is that your friends' sister or brother usually your senior in the school. So we don't feel so awkward attending their wedding. Last week was Liyana's brother at Sheraton Subang and yesterday was Amri's sister at Dewan Jubli Perak Shah Alam.

Well, the best part of this (apart from the free food of course) is the chance to meet old friends back. It's like mini reunion. This is the time where stories will be exchange and old jokes will be repeat again. It feel so nice coz it's feel very familiar and comforting. It's nice to know that these are the people who you have grown up together, people who is at all over the world and finally when you are together again, it seems that we have just meet yesterday.

It's weird when you meet once or twice a year but you can continue the story that left behind. So, you still have crush at that person? She did that? You did this? And so on. Ah, I love reunion but except my class reunion la (psl dah kena bar kot. Asyik tak datang je. Sape suruh buat malam ada AF?). So when is the next wedding? Count me in (and jangan lupa ajak Zainal. Hehe.)

At Amri's sister wedding, Kak Siti Salina (prefect yang garang).


With Zainal at Liyana's brother wedding, An and Kak Suria (they has been together since form 2!). This is not exactly reunion la since I see him almost everyday, but hell, this is my blog. Suka hati la nak taruk gambar ape kan.With Nadhirah at Sheraton Subang.

The First Test

Yey... I passed my first test in meeting my future mother-in-law. I helped her to babysit my future nieces last Weds and this is the result (from what Zainal said):

"Pandai jaga budak. Tak nangis pun budak tu." That cute little girl even like me!! (A triumph for someone who doesn't like small kids).

"Tak banyak cakap la dia ni." Is that a good or bad thing? I assumed a good thing la kan. Well, kind of expecting this already. I am a quiet person unless I really knew you.

So hopefully the next test will not come so soon. =)

Yey.... I didn't miss the fireworks

It's 5 minutes before 12 am when suddenly Naqib asked me if I wanted to see the fireworks.

"Tak nampak la, ade pokok kacau view KLCC."

"Bukan dari rumah la.. Kita naik kereta la gi somewhere."

Before my mom said yes, I grabbed my purse and handphone, screamed to Naqib to move his ass faster and we were on the way to Sunway. 2 minutes before the fireworks, we parked ourselves at a petrol station with few other cars.

In many months this was the first time I came out at midnight. This was truly merdeka. Suddenly I didn't want to watch to fireworks. I want to enjoy the moment. The moment that will be lost another 10 minutes.

After finishing my studies and back to my parents house, I was back with the curfew rules. After 4 years of rebellious, I miss my freedom. I miss the late night outings. I miss the midnight shows. I miss the premier night of a movie. I miss the late night supper at Hartamas. I miss the heart shape waffle at Hartamas. I miss the quiet and empty road at night. I miss wandering around Bangsar late at night. I miss the look at UM pak guard when I came in at 3am (before they became strict which was enforced last year. They spoilt my final year). I miss the eerie feeling when going to both 1st and 12th colleges' toilet at 4am. I miss driving around UM 3 times in 4.30am. Mostly I miss the driver that usually did all of above with me. (and yes, I'm a night owl. Definitely not a morning person.)

What merdeka means to me this year? I don't know. I never know what merdeka means to me personally. Pathetic. I don't know.

My life has always been restricted in any forms until I could mould myself into respectful woman (that's what I thought). That's was 4 years ago. Then I came to uni and life changed. I'm with Zainal, I had family feud and I gained my self-confidence and independent. But I still not that bad la if you looked from far. Inside, I had grown tremendously this last 2 years especially. Did I find my freedom? No, I'm still scared and still can't made any decision. And I'm still searching my self-freedom.

However, I'm happy and proud that my country has merdeka for 49th years... Happy Merdeka Day everyone.

When I Grow Up, I Want To Be...

Kids nowadays can have their inspiration what to become when they grow up by just watching tv. Back then when Chicago Hope and ER were very popular, they were a lot of people who wanted to be a doctor. I think that syndrom had effected my batch since in my Asasi year, everybody wanted to be a doctor. As the result, if you only you get 4.00 CGPA, you will be accepted to do medicine. Some people that I know, who tak sedar diri dapat 2.7, wanted to take medic also. I remember his mother talked to me about even if his CGPA was low, if he was given a chance to do medic, he will excelled. Come on la... there were thousands of people who deserved more than him. At the end he went to Indonesia to do medic.

Anyway, back to the topic. Tv shows today showed a lot of specific job in their stories. I'm talking about American tv shows la. Malaysia tv shows always limited to businessman (I don't know what business they do), minah kilang, secretary and mat rempit (is it a job?). As if la that's the only job that Malaysian do. Well, the tv shows (American) like ER, Chicago Hope, House MD, Grey's Anatomy and Scrubs focused the profession in medical especially doctors. (I hope after watching Scrubs, the kids would understand that doctors are not perfect okay). Then there's lawyer with Ally Macbeal, The Practice and Boston Legal. Cops come next with NYPD Blues, Cops and Law and Order. The forensic team was shown in the CSI series (CSI: Miami, CSI:Las Vegas and CSI: New York) and Numb3rs. The firefighters in Rescue Me. Even politician get their show in The West Wing. So my question is where the hell is engineers?

The only show that show the magnificent (ehem, ehem) of an engineer is Prison Break (the season 2 is out already!!). The main character in the story was a structural engineer. Even though he's in the jail, but he was in there with a purpose, to free his brother. And the best part was he has planned everything to escape from the prison. That's what unique about an engineer. They are always precise, accurate and don't take chances. Everything is well planned and every error will have compensation. When I was watching Prison Break, first time I felt so proud to be an engineer. (Even though I'm not working yet, but I'm in this area, okay.)

Engineers always become the shadows behind everything. When you watch ER where the doctors were saving the patients life using the defibrillator and patient monitor to monitor the patients, have you ever think that all the equipments were designed, built and maintained by biomedical engineers? (Nak promote biomedic engineering skit kat sini). Imagine this situation... A patient was rushed into the emergency room, dying. The heart beat has become slower and if nothing was done, the patient might died. Can doctor save him without defib? Do you think doctor was strong enough to press his chest to get back the patient normal heart beat? Think about that....

Well, let's not mention the job of civil engineers, mechanical engineers, electrical engineers, computer engineers, material engineers, petroleum engineers and industrial engineers. There are a lot of engineers in this world but no show about this one noble job? (How the kids want to appreciate this job?). Maybe Malaysian scriptwriter can make one (but please do your homework first la Malaysian writer, kekadang tu nampak sangat tak logik dan tak betul.)

To engineers out there, you the nation's builder...

Why Mosquitoes Like Me Very Much

Everything in this world was made with a purpose by Allah. They might not directly useful to human but they might means a lot to other creature. So every fauna and flora in this world must be protected from exctinction.

If, I mean if, you were given a wish to make an animal, whether it's wild animal, insect or whatever under the animal kingdom to become exctinct and gone from this world, which one will you choose?

I obviously vote mosquitoes and ants (oklah, I pick two). However, mosquitoes will win my vote anytime. Mosquitoes must really hate me or love me (depends whether you are on my side or the insect's side). Whenever there's a mosquito, I'm the first person who will get bite. Before people realise there's mosquitoes in that area, I can know already by the red marks on my body. Experts have making a lot of studies about people like me. Here's a few that I managed to google.

"Experiments show that, like Rubenstein, some people are just irresistible to mosquitoes, and others, like her husband, don't have the same allure. It's not just a myth."

"Then there's your skin: Scientists have found isolated compounds on the body's largest organ that may attract different types of mosquitoes, depending on how the chemicals are combined. A blend of three--lactic acid, acetone, and dimethyl disulfide--is particularly appealing to the mosquito that carries yellow fever, says Dan Kline, a research entomologist at the U.S. Department of Agriculture's Agricultural Research Service in Gainesville, Fla. Mosquitoes from Brazil and the United States were attracted to slightly different combinations of these chemicals, he says, suggesting attractants also vary by geography.

They also vary by person. Takken's group just completed a study of mosquito appeal among 28 human volunteers. (They used a special chamber that funnels human scents to the mosquitoes but protects volunteers from actually getting bitten.) "There was a consistent difference in who was least attractive and who was most attractive," says Takken. "Some people simply produce more of compound X than compound Z." One study from Australia even suggests your genes may hold the keys to what makes a mosquito decide that you make a good meal."

-US News

Apparently Malaysian mosquitoes love me.

"Scientists do know that genetics account for a whopping 85% of our susceptibility to mosquito bites. They've also identified certain elements of our body chemistry that, when found in excess on the skin's surface, make mosquitoes swarm closer.

"People with high concentrations of steroids or cholesterol on their skin surface attract mosquitoes," Butler tells WebMD. That doesn't necessarily mean that mosquitoes prey on people with higher overall levels of cholesterol, Butler explains. These people simply may be more efficient at processing cholesterol, the byproducts of which remain on the skin's surface."

"Any type of carbon dioxide is attractive, even over a long distance," Conlon says. Larger people tend to give off more carbon dioxide, which is why mosquitoes typically prefer munching on adults to small children. Pregnant women are also at increased risk, as they produce a greater-than-normal amount of exhaled carbon dioxide. Movement and heat also attract mosquitoes.

-Web MD

I got high cholesterol on my skin? Might be, especially after I put on some weight lately. But the genetic part might be true too. But I get bite first than others in the family (exceptional if Naqib also in the range. He will get first, then only me).

Well, since no solid evidence has been discovered by the scientist, I might has to deal with all the mosquitoes which is biting me at this very moment. It's annoying especially when they buzzed at your ear when you are trying to sleep. The worst part is, I can't stand the smell of the insect repellant spray; I can get asthma attack. So my hope is depends on other mosquito repellent that doesn't smell so much especially those which use electric power.

By the way, I heard there's a plant that mosquitoes hate. If there is any, I really want it.

You are not alone

Sometimes in life you think that you are all alone and forgotten by others. You think that life has abondoned you and time moves faster than you can catch up. You sulked and sat at the corner of the room just to make way to others so that they don't trip over you. You hated yourself for being such a loser. Everybody is so succesful but you.... depressed at home. Pathetic.

Then the handphone beeped. A message received. A long lost friend congrats you and missed you. You smiled. Another message received. A former roommates who always put a smile on your face texted that she loves you and also missed you. Your smile grew bigger. Another beep. A new friend that you just met asked how are you. Then another beep. Your love one messaged that he loves you. You grinned alone.

Who said that you are alone?

One Proud Day

After 4 years in UM, finally came the day where everybody was allowed to be as proud as they can be. The convocation day! Engineering faculty was on Thursday and I was excited like hell. Who wouldn't be? After 4 years struggling (more than 4 years actually. It started the moment I chose science stream back in form 4) of maths, assignment, thesis and exams, finally the day that people can recognized you as somebody who is worth to employ for. Let's pictures speak for that day.

The proud moment.

The proud parents.The proud boyfriend. (ye ke? My tudung didn't do me justice that day)The proud classmates (half of class la).

Weeeee.....

Random Quiz for a Boring Night

What the?

You Are 64% Scary

Sorry to break it to you, but you're a pretty scary chick. Men don't know what you'll do or say next, and that freaks them out.

Do You Scare Off Men?

This is better

Let's Call You a Silver Digger

You don't weigh a man's appeal only on his income But you've never been known to turn down a free dinner Does this make you sleezy? Not at all! Just make sure not to miss out on your dream guy... Income brackets can change :-)

Are You A Gold Digger?

Hmmmm....

Your Spicy Score: Mild

You may not make the hottest first impression.. But you're definitely the type of girl that sticks in a guy's mind. You prefer to play things cool. You know that good things come to those who wait. And the amazing thing about you is that you get hotter over time!

How Spicy Are You?

Last but not least....

Your Love Quote

Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.

What Love Quote Suits You?

Story of a Love

This is the story of my cousin...

My cousin, X (not the real name) was coupled with Y (not the real name) for 6 years. So this year they decided to engage. But apparently Y parents not very excited about this coz they postponed it 2 times when my uncle and aunt wanted to visit them. Their reasons were unacceptable such as there were too many wedding they have to attend, too many people going to hajj and they have to visit etc. Finally they agreed on a date and all the preparations was on the way.

Until a week before the engagement, Y father called X to ask about the hantaran and all. X frankly told Y's father to discuss that matter with his parents on the engagement day. But Y's father was furious and told Y that X was hard to deal with even before marrying Y. He then called X's father and cancelled the engagement.

X was furious (and he also quite stubborn la, no doubt) and agreed with all things. We asked him to call Y and discussed about this but he refused. He refused to pujuk Y's father because he said that Y's father has hurted his father and must apologized to his father. At the end, they broke up.

Three months later, we (my family la) got a call from my aunt (X's mother) that X was going to get engaged. But with other girl, Z (not the real name too). We were shocked as X and Y was broke up just 3 months ago. I was wondering if this is the case of rebound guy? (Cleo had warned all girls about rebound guy, get away from them). But X insisted on it, and we just went along with him. X and Z even wanted to shorten their engagement period. Futhermore, Z's family was welcoming us with so much joy and happiness which is so opposite with Y's family.

Last Sunday, X came to our house. He always come to our house, so it's quite normal. After he went back, my grandma told me what he told her. X was very quiet person, so to have him talk was quite difficult. But that day, my grandma said he volunteered talking and telling my grandma about his feeling.

Apparently, Z wanted the whole marriage thing to go so fast. X was still in vague about the whole process. When asked about the ring which was about to give to Y, X said he gave Y as birthday present last month. He remembered that Y really like that ring when he bought it. He said he still can't forget Y. From what my grandma gathered, if Y wanted him back (of course she wants la, but the parents was the problem) X would definitely want her back too.

Well, from my view, I don't know if I can fall in love with other people and get married after just 3 months of knowing him. And, the break up was not even our fault. I felt pity with X and Y. They loved each other but Y's parents were selfish enough to acknowledge their love. (Don't give some bullshit about they are not suitable. Both are them are graduated accountant and my cousin came from good family). I don't know other people. Some people said that no matter how long you know him but if it's not your fate, you'll never be together too. Hmmm....

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