"Crap" is a bad word?

Hmm how and where should I start... THe word 'crap' oftenly used by people who are overwhelmed with life... you know may be too stressed up with life or may be being push over the limit.. so people alway come to see me just to share how dissaponted they were with certain things.. and frequently addressed their experience as 'crap' ... so its normal .. in this 'profession' especially is oftenly heard.... and the word 'crap' refers to the feeling of unwanted.. bad..taken for granted.. thrown like rubbish... as so on... Well, I know that the the word “crap” is pretty low but again it is depending on the context. Grow up .... times have changed... today people use“crap” to refer to “stuff,” .. you know.. things that you cannot utter in public .... because its regarded as 'vulgar' as waht 'crap' traditionally meant. “’Is crap bad word?” some one came to me in the morning... That question could be answered in the perspective of TESL or BENL students or from a perspective of a practitioer like me... The way I understand it, crap also can mean “defecate” (or “defecation”) which is not considered profane or vulgar. And it WAS considered vulgar .. perhaps back to the mediavel latin 'crappa' or residue or waste ... and these people prime their mind the word 'waste' as per 'human waste' or 'shit' (hmmmm tangan kat bahu, mata naik ke atas...ayooo singkat nya fikiran mu) Dont they even think that 'crap' also means trash ?? some one who are neglected by the society can simply got crap right? they feel like trash ... so normal laa kan??? and I wonder why sampai nak kecoh kecoh just to tell others that the term was wrongly used? Oh please laa... get back to work !

My Heaven

Experience traveling around the world has given me the opportunity to acquire creativity in life. Its in the way how I represent myself to the world. And being a person that is most of the time calm, and relax but could be very strong personality and determination in life, has lead my passion to decorate my life space WHITE.

To visit Flea markets, garage sales or even thrift stores are a must for me each time I travel abroad. Its like a tunnel of inspiration see the items and while wondering into the shops, my mind is transforming the items directly to my house. The goods may only come with old painted style but my mind can make it a harmonious combination when it comes to my own interior design skills.

I always think white... for my culture sometimes white is relate to the sorrow, gloomy and death even though it could also mean spiritual strength, purification and perfection. But the infuse of white color could be dated even more metaphysical way.

As far as I remember, I seldom ended my traveling with huge paper bags of branded handbags, shirts, shoes or perfumes as most people do (even though sometime I do!!). Major attractions are on collectible items like spoon, mini mugs/jugs, unique and authentic classic items or it could be only a wooden spoon but with a craft that is significant to me.. or even a piece of paper or an old book with a signature of the writer could be so priceless to me. Exposing my collections does not mean being show off but it gives me pleasure and put them out to enjoy.

Most importantly, that I want to emphasize is the comfort feeling. A little thing will change the look instantly!

Life...

i have lots of things to write but my fingers just cannot move! about my papers... my travel log...my cats.... my new kittens... my work progress.... bla bla bla..... BUT..................................... Ulat M telah menyeraaaaaaaaangggg !!!! Huarggghhhh !!! and I wish i could borrow other people's fingers that they could update fb status each seconds! and the amazing thing.. they self claimed that the status came from their mind and spontaneously ... pelik kan? as if we dont know the updates are all auto-subscribed .. and may be they have forgotten that, not only them subscribe the auto-updates.... eekekkke dunia dunia... lantak laa labu...

Zaman dulu dulu lagi .....

Do you dare? ...




It was 60sen .... now its RM1.50

Mode: MAKAN

Arghhhhh I only have one month to complete the whole chapter .... but I am too lazy to do so.... on the other hand, it seems that I put more interest in doing something else... ohhhhh pleaseeeeeeee.......................

Wadi Hussien

Alhamdulillah, it was an ad hoc plan ... my parents were here as their monthly visit to our 'Wadi Khalju' ... and lots of things have been done... we repaired the water hose, piping, met the workshop man to see the progress of our car ... changed the absorber for Abang Naza .... and finally, to make abah happy, we decided to take him to meet his old good friend, a famous political writer, S.H. Al-Attas or known as Pak Habib.

Since I was small, his books were everywhere in our little library at the attic... most of the books were in RED ! and I have starting reading his book when I was in primary school.. at that time I won few writing competition at school ..... and having said that, silently I said to myself, one day I will become a writer .. I want to be like this person!! (VERANGAN derrrr...... but alhamdulillah....... VERANGAN comes true kan? kekekekek)






When we arrived, he was already there... with RED cowboy hat and RED jeans with Kemeja kotak kotak ... just like my dad .... kekekekekkee oldtimer laa katakan.... kekekekekek.......They started chit chat ..... and we were wondering in his Hana Garden.....

Old School - SMC

Here’s a rousing cheer
For our Convent dear
On fair Johor Bahru
May we be faithful to every rule
To each tradition true
Through weal or woe we forward go
United great and small
In virtue simple and duty strong
Is the motto for us all
In virtue simple and duty strong
Is the motto for us all
Through far we roam
From our ancient home
Our thoughts will often stray
Back to these happy convent days
Where our hearts are warm and gay
We love each dear familiar room
And gaze with rightful pride
At our lofty building on the hill
Where Malaysians sunshine smiles
At our lofty building on the hill
Where Malaysians sunshine smiles
May the good Lord bless
Our sultan kind
Who in peace preserves our town
He ‘throned Our Lady’s image there
Where she sweetly gazes down
God keep us loyal to our friends
Our teachers and our rules
May we bless the day
When we found our way
To our own dear Convent School
May we bless the day
When we found our way
To our own dear Convent School