Poof..poof.....Ka...BOOM!

...into thin air...
-The Tempest

Salam.


"Uncle,mintak rokok satu kotak,"

"Sakit apa mau?" (regarding to the picture behind the pack)

"Erk..?"

***

Should have been a different reply,I suppose?

So I sat facing the street,my uncle and cousin both facing each other in the middle of a debate. It was about the habit of smoking,by the way.

My uncle,a non-smoker and his opposition,a smoker of course,an observer and a cameraman. Em,girl. Complete corum?

Yeah!

note: Malay Language,more specifically middle Perak accent used.

Ibu: Gambo ape lagi nak kene letak blkg kotak rokok supaye budak2 ni x beli dah rokok? Macam mane kalau dalam sepluh taun lagi masa yang patutnye Wan gembira dapat orang baru (a newborn baby) dalam idup Wan,Wan kesai mnyebabkan die lahir dgn jantung yg rosak?

Pejai: *silent*

Achik: Ape je yg kome dapat beli rokok tiap2 bulan? Ce kamu kire,seminggu brape kamu abih beli rokok?

Pejai: Tengok rokok le. Mase dulu lime rengget sekotak.

Achik: Lime rengget kali 30 ari? Dah seratuih lime puloh. Kerajaan letak gambo macam2 bukan kome takut pun,beli juge.

Ibu: Letak gambo batu nesan.

Achik: Kerajaan naikkan rege,kome beli juge. Kamu pikir ye,kerajaan rogi ke macam tu? Kome le yang rogi..!

Pejai: Kalau mcm tu patut haramkan je le kemasukan rokok!

Me: Abih tu kalau kerajaan haramkan rokok kamu nak hisap ape?

Pejai: Cerut.

Me: Wahaha! Baik takyah,serope je!

Pejai: *Smiles innocently*

(Sniff2. Ade bau kekalahan dekat2 Pejai. Hahaha!)

***

I put the end here. Let's go through it one by one,shall we?

1. The government has made an effort through the mass media by providing informations about potential diseases of smoking,plus gigantic billboards near school gates and roadsides with massive scarlet prints of 'TAK NAK!'.

-Then it's up to the buyers to decide for themselves,isn't it?

But statistics showed that the campaign failed to reach the hearts of young beginners,let alone common patrons. The failure,to me,isn't totally the government's fault by the way.


-Why is it then?


2.Now they have gone a step farther by creating a lively drama of a nurse who frequents patients with diseases as a result of smoking (the effects look real,I must say,especially the mouth cancer. Eerie isn't it!)


-So now again,we'll have to wait for another statistics to see whether a more aggressive approach should be thought of and executed in two years time. That is,as if the currents are not serious enough. I mean,raising the price of cigarettes is something to look forward to,but again,the result is just a mere descend in the number of smokers.



-Fathers,continuous smoking habit does not only put yourselves in danger,it also risks your families.

-Mothers,smoking harms your beloved children and fetus,you do know..

-Sisters,smoking does not add to your grace but it made you lose one part of your dignity among folks and males,

-And brothers,smoking does not make you look more masculine to the girls.




Then why are there still smokers around us when the final results are not only less welcoming-they can also be very dangerous,I mean poisonous,and hazardous and...


fatal?


Haish...if you are a smoker do get yourself a doctor for an undoubtedly useful consultation session,or a medication to help curb the habit and start living healthy and happily away from the risks of worthless death. If you are not,alhamdulillah and perhaps,you would not want your friends to be smokers too.


If you have something to say,please,at your ease! : )


(It was my own pleasure plus my dear cousin,Pejai's request to put this in. We thought that this would be a good thing to share. The debate served as a splendid brainstorm session as it would for an evening chat.)

For Pejai who had just been called for 2010 PDRM recruit intake,I believe that you will do good there in Johor for your training. How I'd love to see you in blue uniform..musti betambah,tambah ensem lagi...! May Allah protect you and bless your way to success,cousin!


Great day to ya!

These two are ours...

Parting is such sweet sorrow.
-Romeo and Juliet

Salam.

Meet my dear,oops,dears-

Putih and Tompok,as I call them. I know,the names are very common for domestic felines,those days widely used,and now better still! (For these homeless two.)

And this post does not worth posting,with me typing and giving my spine a full stretch after a midnight drive from 12 till 2 in the morning down from Ulu Bernam without a reason...


I miss the kitties.


So it would be a great pleasure to pay some sense of love even from far,with this whole story about the kiddos.

The two are siblings,Tompok an energetic Tabby while Putih a more tender,calm Tom. Most of the times I feel that their characteristics never suit themselves. The world is always upside down to me,when they are around.

I do take their photos whenever I feel up to it-and that's when they give rare pose. Rare here means,attractive. Take this for an example.


Don't they look like..well what do you have in mind? I say it's a yin and yang,if Tompok's fur was black in colour.

This was taken around 9 pm,they were sleeping soundly at the utmost center of our hostel block,which is the badminton court. (Also the instant meeting place for the Cohort 2 girls.)

One day I came back from lecture and caught a sight of Putih getting itself sun-tanned,perhaps. I scratched its cheeks to discover that it was bleeding. Yikes! Amy who happened to pass by told that Ms TQ saw it scratching its lower jaw when it suddenly 'popped' to bleed. So until today,no one knows for sure whether it was a result of a fight or an infection common to unowned cats like Putih. But I sure did not like what happened,and so did my friends. So one after another,we applied medication to Putih-


and Putih certainly did not make it easy for us.


I did not know about my friends but as for myself,there was one night when I tried to drop antibacterial liquid on the kitten when it made me feel like a real nurse dealing with children. I had to put it still to the floor,lightly but firm enough so it would not escape with the medication dripping all the way to waste. As I made the attempt,Putih gave a growl of fright and shook beneath my palm. Once it was over,Putih was relieved again before it took a leap away. Well that's okay,at least the job's done!

Next two days were more or less the same,always with Putih making efforts to escape and ended up caught by the shoulder. Haha!

As for my friend Azie,she applied minyak gamat-which was good,indeed,-on Putih's wound when Tompok which was sitting near observing curiously,demanded for a sniff or two. When allowed,Tompok jumped about in circle,frenzy. I was looking across the court from my room and laughed seeing it. I do not have a better explanation for its curiousity instead of...

It's just the way it is.

Azie gave nothing but giggles and a spontaneous comment...

"Terlompat-lompat mcm apa ntah!"

***
When I first moved into Pala the cats had a weird habit. It was rain season and it rained frequently at night. I woke up one morning to discover a kitty sleeping in my closet.

On the morning of my examination,Wani my neighbour stopped in front of my door.

"Hystrix..I rase die muntah atas kasut you."

Almost gave me a heart attack. I had no other shoes,and I had to wear a pair of heels I hardly wear but for special events! I do not like wearing high heels,no-no.

Days passed and it was then time to head home. I woke up and didn't sleep after the Subuh prayers,most motivated than the other days (my bus at 3.30 pm that evening) to finish putting my stuffs in the store-we were instructed to do so since next semester a new block will be welcoming our return to the campus. Routine to me,I headed for the water cooler for a cup of drink. And to my surprise....




There was not only the steel structure but something fluffy on the sink.

Tompok has found a new spot to sleep,and it's the freakin' sink! (If I was cheeky,I would have just pulled up the blue tap and give it a cold morning shower,mesti best!)

Sensitive as any other cats are,Tompok rose to the sound of me dragging my slipar jepun.

It never failed to give a cute look to just anybody gazing,in fact both Tompok and Putih are that way. The kitty gave me a sniff near my nose-it is the language animals use to communicate among themselves and it means: I know you!

-Yup,I know you too!



Well I guess about two months will give Tompok and Putih quite a challenge to hunt for food on their own,since we have been feeding them all the while,Shap with her Frieskies,me with sausage bits and bread,and other friends with whatever they have,even rice.

Be good you both,I can't wait to see you again when I get back,you must have grown bigger! I feel like taking you home but cats are not allowed on public transports,you know that don't you?

I leave you with this video of Tompok and Putih in a cat fight,they were playing actually-and tell me if you have just ONE reason not to adore them! ;)

You have a merry December!

p/s: is the allowance in yet?

Menggenggam janji,sentiasa.

Salam.

Ketika kehilangan datang satu persatu,ketika yang gugur tumbuh kembali berbunga indah berupa janji dan harapan untuk esok,satu lagi gugur menyembah bumi.

Adakah mungkin harapan cuma mimpi yang tak pasti?

Bila kata-kata membunuh hasrat,ketika suara gagal menembusi hati,ketika niat tak kesampaian,

ucaplah itu semua takdir Tuhan.

Cinta itu begitu indah untuk diungkap,begitu bahaya juga bisanya. Jika api itu mampu meleburkan besi,cinta itu mampu menumpaskan jiwa. Jika salju itu mampu membekukan jasad,cinta itu mampu membutakan akal dari segala pertimbangan yang wajar.

Saat satu hasrat gugur,kita belajar hakikat hidup. Sungguh,muda atau tua seseorang itu bukan pada usia,tapi pada hemat. Seorang sahabat pernah bertanya,saat hilangnya orang yang diharap,apa yang kamu sedari?

Dan saya telah lama punyai jawapan.

"Ya Allah,aku hilang cintaku tanpa aku sedari setianya cinta-Mu..."

Sebagaimana indahnya lafaz ikrar dari sang pencinta,tidak mungkin setanding ayat-ayat janji-Nya. Cinta itu bukan indah pada dalamnya setia saat duduk bersama,bukan girangnya jiwa saat melihat mentari terbit bersama,

tapi tenangnya nurani saat duduk berbisik tasbih cinta pada-Nya.

Cinta dunia mungkin saja dikutip di mana-mana,mungkin saja ditinggalkan setelah hilang madunya. Kekasih mungkin saja datang bila didamba,mungkin saja meninggalkan kita pada masa yang tak terduga,tapi cinta Dia Yang Maha Agung...alangkah sucinya.

Saat kata tumpas dalam pertimbangan paling waras,saat lafaz bisa membunuh jiwa,

kasih-Nya setia menemani air mata.Bukan pada gigi ombak di pinggiran pantai. Bukan sejauh renungan ke seberang laut. Bukan pada kerusi empuk tempat selalu berjumpa.

Tapi di satu sudut di dalam kamar yang redup. Pada telapak tangan yang menadah tangis memohon dibimbing. Di satu sudut hati yang tidak sebenar-benarnya lemah.

Sesungguhnya seorang perawan yang jauh dari cinta seorang lelaki yang tidak lain hanya fana,adalah kekasih yang paling dicintai-Nya,hingga Dia tidak redha ada yang menyentuh dan membawanya pergi jauh dari jalan yang hakiki,jauh dari teduh kasih-Nya. Maka bersabarlah,tahukah alangkah naifnya manusia untuk menduga apa yang terselindung di sebalik yang nyata?


Senyumlah...

Cinta bukannya bererti sepenuhnya memiliki;jiwa,raga dan segala yang zahir pada pandangan mata. Cinta itu menemui apa yang tersurat di hati dan apa yang tertakdir di tangan Ilahi. Cinta itu pengorbanan,kalau bukan untuk diri sendiri,tapi untuk dia yang dikasihi.


Sesungguhnya segala yang terbentang di atas dunia,yang menrangi dan menghias siang malam tujuh petala langit itu adalah milik-Nya. Juga kita.


Segala rahsia yang terpendam juga milik-Nya. Dan setiap dari kekasih-Nya itu akan dikurniakan oleh-Nya seseorang yang akan menemani sepanjang hidupnya,memimpin langkahnya ke taman indah yang abadi.


Ke dalam dakapan kasih yang sejati.


Semoga rahmat dari-Nya dikurniakan untuk sahabat-sahabatku,untuk semua yang kita sayangi,untuk hati-hati yang sunyi dan berduka..ukirlah senyumanmu kembali...jangan bersedih atas apa yang belum kamu ketahui dan yakinlah pada kasih Dia yang menggenggam janji,sentiasa.

Petals on your pavement.

The better part of valour is discretion.
-Henry IV

Salam.

Another poem I had longed for... A more consistently arranged verse I promised not long ago since the last poem,enjoy! I'd be delighted to hear from you. :)


Petals On Your Pavement

Smooth grace,smooth grace
Of a sweet face's steps on the floor
Of awe
And might
I return you your sight
Do last,don't long
For the sound you call not your own

I urge,my dirge
Of fantasies not to reign fast beside you
May bend
Will stand
Make a virtue of necessity
Waved high,bid I
Across to your eyes where gazes would die

Sweet grace,sweet grace
Nor crimson petals on your palms or lace
Firm seethe
Numb cage
No lax before your grit
Far miles,to stride
Against all upheavals 'bind the blessed moonlit course


May you have a good night,and rise to a beautiful dawn...

What it takes to be friends.

Conscience does make cowards of us all.
-Hamlet.

Salam.

Remember months ago you held me close against you? Remember when you put your chin onto my shoulder,and shed tears down your cheeks? Could you feel my warm tears rolling down your shirt,'cause I could feel yours on my arms,

Why did you do this to me?

I love you with all my heart and I believed that you did so too,but I never thought that it would end this way.

So you want me to tell you about a thousand and one wonders on Earth before you can call me 'friend'. You taught me something new,that 'true friendship' never exist on Earth,it never came down from the hands of God to veil a girl's pain with the smile of another. You thought me that in a second you can tell my feelings from the look on my face and the words that I say but not long before losing them to actually realize that you never know me,not even once to even tell that I mean my words with sincerity.


Yes,true friendship never exist,if that is what you want me to believe.


But I believe that we had loved each other before we give up in each other because of this. Because I sung you a hum unpleasant to your ears that you would rather see me die than to see me standing in front. You would rather see me off than to hold my hand again and tell me that you're still here.


The moment I lost my courage you made me believe that you will stay here,that I can always turn to you if not to him.



But you turned against me for your precious,your most precious just so I am forced to know that I never meant a thing to you.

You never felt my tears on your shirt. You never felt my fingers on your cheeks. You never felt your head on my lap. It were all just nothing to talk about the truth,you and I never had something true.


"I understand why you did it and you might understand me too,but in this life,no one understands someone else too well."

-True,I never put myself in your shoes,I never failed to overlook you.


"And you may say that we are best friends but there is none,in the end you will realize."

-Oh,now I know.



So the minute you let it out,we were finished. Now I am nothing more to you but a pure hatred and a face you would perhaps just sweep off your sleeves. Go on,friend,but I now congratulate you for you've succeeded.

I have our favourite song in my laptop,our photos side by side together alive with joy and laughter,a folder with your name below the icon,a frame with your outline too close next to mine,and a thousand of memories in every recall I find it hard to believe-


-that we are no longer what we used to be.


In deep prayers and sorrowful tears,may Allah end this sufferings,I have had loses since the following week of my 20th birthday. Could it mean a thing from Him?

I want to believe that each dusk means a new start. That each dawn brings a new Sun.

A new Sun.


Have a blessed weekend,safe and sound...

Flap Tour '09: A green Kancil plus us all!

Rushing adrenaline,warm blood,raw laughter and pure joyful smiles. The road ahead will bring us there!


Salam.

So take me where you go. Hm-m,I tried hard to keep up with the Orienteering and Marching Course in the institute,but there times when I failed. Came to me a remedy. This is the report round-up for the ever-waited for Flap Tour '09. (By us. Our annual year-end tour.)

Butterflies feeding on nectar from the flowers.

I named it the Flap Tour,for the first place we headed to was the Butterfly Farm in Teluk Bahang,Penang. (Of course!)

It's a video of a cute alligator snapper. Guess what it exactly is?

a. A saltwater crocodile a.k.a the alligator
b. A snapper
c. I don't have a clue of what you're talkin' about.

Well if your answer's C,you've made a right choice! Cause the answer's none of the above.


Huhuh,x gune betul. Bagitau je la!

Alright..it's actually a species of tortoise,a cute one indeed though it resembles the outline of an alligator. I guess that's how it got it's name. This one in the video is aged eight years old,that's considered a young tortoise since this ancient species are capable to live for hundreds of years,right? And it weighed 200 grams. (I read it on the board near the glass aquarium that houses it and some other fish,hehe.)

The garden with its wonders..almost like wonderland!

Beautiful one,isn't it?

The flipping grace feeding on bananas. Yeah,they do eat fruits too! ;)

Our initial plan was to visit Bt. Feringghi and Teluk Bahang that noon,it has been long since we last pay a visit to the beige. The beige sands of the beach. I miss it. But to our disbelief,it was already 5 pm when we finished our walk around the farm! That was three hours straight just in one place,pal! And it was really worth the while and the ka-ching! Hawhaw..!


Oh yes,not to forget-Penang Butterfly Farm is not only home to these graceful butterflies,it also shelters caterpillars,scorpions,snakes,numerous types of bizarre lizards,colourful ducks,tortoises and fishes. And needless to say,these creatures are all amazing,they're all magnificent. Oh yes,I forgot,there are also giant insects that would surely scare me off the farm should one of them land their legs on my shoulder. I-would-sprint-out-like,I seriously would! Ive never seen such gigantic insects and shivered!

Photos ahead! I took these photos especially for you.. ;) Enjoy!

Tell me if you ain't scared of this. I'd whack it off if it said 'hi'. I'm just plain scared of big bugs. Don't even think of freaking me out with them in your hands pal,or I'll whack you too.

Can you see it? It's hiding! Nay it's not..it's there! Look carefully..

...the ducks,

Ever seen this? These are scorpions that glow in the dark when exposed to UV light. This is just amazing,isn't it!

These are the horseshoes,that can be a delicious dish. I discovered it from a friend a couple of years ago,


Azie and me by the fish pond. There were carps,catfish,and more including some of those I failed to recognize. Hehe..


Nadia. The carps were hungry then,I could see them aiming for her toe.


Azie and her roommate Nadia. Too bad mine weren't together,maybe some other time yeah?


Me. Where on Earth.. I am not sure why I chose that place for a photo...

I became a mean of transport for 'em. Shouldn't it be the host who takes the visitor around? Why did I have to carry them around the farm?

-the awesomeness is just at its beginning,to be continued!-

Fine Camouflage.

Give me a shot to remember,so you can take all the pain away from me.

Salam.

I was confused by my own self and the surroundings in this two weeks. Well I thought so,that it'd be just in two weeks and that it'd be gone then. But it goes on,until this very minute. Check out 'Validation' on Youtube and tell me what you have learned from the short movie. In my place,I've learned not to let others be the master of your emotions.

But I am afraid that I failed with flying colours. Voila.

Something is not right. I found it difficult to swallow the same thing all over again,day by day. I wish that you'd read between the lines. The same food everyday is just a minor favourable matter but manner is another that seemed not an easy trifle to handle. Whoa,I just have to admit this,there were times I just felt sick,inside.


Ever felt this way,you feel like talking to someone about how you feel-and it took only a flick to change your mind?


My friend,everyone;just everyone has that jewel in him. It's only how they let it show. In the overwhelming excitement,us humans' nature of feeling proud of our own achievements or advancements over others,let us not lose our heads. Give me another reason to keep believing in you-you're perfectly better than I am,and that you do not easily get excited over it that you go around comparing and telling me that I am a pure failure in every aspect.

None of us knows what each other had been through all their lives. We all are given equal chances to experience ups and downs,fair to one another so that we learn from our downfalls and rise to our success. What matters most is for us to value the lessons and start a new pace from each of it. Prove to yourself that your achievement worth the hardship. Respect is not gained,it is earned. I look up upon those who learn,I will definitely respect you for being wise and honourable in not just words,but your acts.

I hope I could put a full stop here. I hate the way I have to do this but to talk it over would seem to me a huge loss over my time. I'd rather sit on the Combee Hill near HEP looking over the Penang Bridge,longing for home than to spend the evenings with your attitude. Not you,but your attitude. So I decided to jot it here so it would be a reminder to myself,not to do the same to others.


Dear,if you call me 'friend',and if your words are true,then RUN BESIDE ME. That's what friends do. They don't criticize for no reasons but to show themselves off to others. Just because I make mistakes,the way any normal living beings does,that made me less human than you are? Am I not your friend that I am nowhere over the borderline of being perfect? Well we are human and nobody is perfect,and we call ourselves friends-still. What were you thinking,what were you thinking.

Think. Think before you ask me to admit how superior you are. You're all the same if you keep on living in camouflage. You wish not to see me in disgrace but you are talking in the shadow of the dark. I am teaching myself to value life with its sunny days and darkest nights but you are pulling me away from everything so I can be 'flawless' like you. Wake up.


My father taught me that mistakes are to be learned from,not to be regretted over. You ever heard of this?

Life isn't hopeless. Our tears and laughter are its rain and rainbow. And my blood is as warm as yours,as fast and energetic and determination-pumped through my veins. And I'd do just anything you would;but to turn into someone else YOU want me to be.

I plead.


Have a good day walking your own path on your own feet. It's about independence,and being independent.

H-how to Survive QB With Less Than a Freakin' RM 20!

I shook the crystal,and I could see glitters..!

Salam.

I have no money. Well at least until tomorrow,they said that the allowance will be in by jolly tomorrow. But the examination ended our torture on Thursday,making Friday a holiday followed by the merry weekend. You know what it means?

I spent Friday and Saturday getting to know my dear better. But it disappointed me. My lappy. On Saturday it regretted its cruelty,and played me Slumdog Millionaire and the Nightmare Before Christmas. Twilight...I just can't see the point where I can actually get into the story. The book,as well as the movie both failed to hold me still on my chair.

The same pattern for Sunday?



No.





To make the long story short, (too late!) we went to QB,or Queensbay Mall. And earlier I mentioned that I had very little amount of money in my pocket,enough for me to at least breathe. I mean,live.

So here we go,

HOW TO SURVIVE IN QB WITH LESS THAN A FREAKIN' RM 20.

Show. Me. The. Money.

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....
..... I made it home. Alive.
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And this is how.

1. Walk around the place and enjoy the walk carrying nothing.

That means,carry no goodie bags in your hands or carry the very least number of it. In the picture above,Abang Ensem carried a minimal of one bag,and I carried a minimal of...none.

KA-ching! = none

2. Save the most out of the budget:choose a meal that would cost you minor loss in the pocket.

Eat a plain plate of Chikin' Rice and say that you love it,heartily! (I failed to.) Bring yer own bottle of water from hostel. Wah ah ah!

Ka-ching! = RM 5.15

2. Make the visit worth your journey,so you'll feel perfectly okay.

We didn't want to make our walk around QB good for nothin'. So we enjoyed the exercise,together with delicacies along the way.

I had a nice chocolate Ice Kimo while Abang Ensem had Mc D's vanilla ice-cream + waffle. (which I had to finish 'cause she didn't believe me when I told her that Choc waffle would taste awful without jam.)

Ka-ching!= Rm 2.50

3. Walk,and walk,and do mapping.

It's now one and a half year of us staying and lingering in Penang Island. But still,most to our shame,we got lost in QB. Up there is a map we referred to in our attempt for relocating our position.

4. Head straight to your favourite spots,kick everyone outta your way.

Mazda impressed me by parking its 8 malevolently awe-inspiring cruisers in the heart of the mall. 'The Seasick Stig' disgusted me by telling me that he didn't just get near,he got in the car. He sat in it. Upon hearing him showing off,I uttered a sweet and simple "I...hate cha." I was just too shy to get near that I preferred a bird's eye view instead. But him-he just hopped in! Ukh!

Here he is,'The Seasick Stig' and his,em..sweet 'The Stiggess',my sister. Huehue!

5. And when you're there,go after your favourite stuffs! But buy it not,touch it;yeah.

Here's a book,titled '501 Movies You Should Watch Before You Die'. And in the list is 'The Great Escape'. To me,it makes sense,yes it does. See here,the picture.

It shows a man and his bike,trying to make it to the other side of the fence and it appears terribly not an easy attempt. If he succeeded in escaping---he himself and a bike under THAT fence,it truly IS a GREAT ESCAPE. Bravo,bravo!

My favourite spot in Borders. I'd get stuck around this partition in every single visit. The English Fictions and Literature sections.

Glance over eye-catching stuffs. Look! This is so impolite of them,they published noblemen's love letters and turned it a public affair!

Whoa. I read King Henry's love letter to Anne Boleyn. Phew,I just did,we just did,and this one is Robert Burns'.

This one's a good read. A true story of pre-independence Malaya by an author who served the Union during the period.

Ka-ching! = none.

6. End your visit with a nice 'See you,goodbye' treat. You might not drag plastic bags in each fingers to the hostel,but the stomach won't cry a shriek over the night when there's no cafe to head to for food.

'Hot and Roll',serving steaming yummy stuffed paratas. I told 'The Seasick Stig' that it tasted like roti canai. The fellow replied,"It is roti canai."

We ate it all the way home-I mean,hostel and savoured it to the very last bite. "Let's get hold of this again some other time!" RM 3.50 costed nothing but "emm,emm!

Ka-ching! = RM 3.50

So,overall,that added up to a grand total of only RM 11.15 spent in QB. Almost impossible to believe,but I lied not. I don't feel like it. And I had a weekend!

Anybody up to the challenge of surviving QB with just RM 10? Give it a go! (Please don't call me if you get stuck in QB,if you suddenly get yourself a job there. Don't.)


Nice day to ya!

That flipping little buddy!

Ain't a fish! It's a...bird!

Greetings!

Right. I was browsing the net for something to be shared in here. And after a day of reading,(plus movie,I admit...) I finally decide to work on this one!

Simple,but simplicity is the best.

Meet the Bee Hummingbird,the cutest member of the Aves,pal!

Ouch,aw,aw. That's not it,I'm sorry.

This is it!

Trust me. You'll want to know why,just why it's cute. Other than the fact that it definitely is. (unless you're too jealous to admit...? Uhum!)

So what's so special about this tiny birdie??


Measuring at 2.0 inches with the mass of 1.8 grams,it is the world's smallest bird.But wait,that's not the only reason why it's special. The bird captures every gaze at it's magnificent multi-coloured feathers,of which the males impress the females with. It's mixture of bluish upper parts,grayish-white underparts and scarlet red throat is always a breath taker. The female,slightly bigger than the male,is of green upper-parts and white under-parts. The tailfeathers are patterned with white spots.

A breeding male with pink coloured head. Note its size,relative to a pencil.

Falling under the the category of near extinction,the case may be made worse due to its lower rate of egg production,for the females lay only two eggs during the breeding season.

Flipping its graceful wings at a rapid pace of 80 times per second,it is able to hover in the air near blossoming flowers,as they feed mainly on nectar.

-to be continued-