Down Memory Lane...Shah Alam

The meeting went well. I meet the kids (well, kids to me..hahaha..) and hopefully I managed to clear some of their confusion and not add anymore to it ;)

A trip to Shah Alam has been somewhat giving me mixed feeling. That was the place where I spent my youth, falling down, got back up again, face some of the great challenge, experienced the years of daredevil inside of me. UiTM in particular is the place that moulded me to be this person, I owed so much to the place.

my school....we (my batch) were among the people yang 'merasmikan' this building

Hallway, lab on the left

lif canggih...press which floor you wants to go and it will direct you to which lif, was there during my time ;)

some exhibits of plant equipment, these kids are lucky, I didn't even know how a valve looks like back then

After the meeting, under the hot scorching sun, I decided to go to my used to be home away from home for 6 freaking years (1999-2005). Yup I stayed there throughout, all 6 years at the same level 3, only different rooms.

Teratai 1

This is the place where we had the morning parade every Wednesday morning. We did ketuk ketampi in those 1.5 inch shoes, we sings the 'Negaraku' while the civillians are still sound asleep and because of us, almost the whole of Teratai 1&2 had an early day comes Wednesday...hehehe...

In this college I have made the best of friends, I truly enjoyed my stay there, makan kat dining hall, plus, study at the TV room, panjat pagar time nak pi tengok millenium concert (Y2K la sangat..), singing our hearts out everytime we had PT..banyak lagi...I don't think I can list all of them. The best part is I lived my life there, really did.

the painted over the murals that we painstakingly drew!!! sangat tak best ok!!

There it is, a piece of me in the past. Will be making more frequent visit there, now that I have the extra comitment, surely enough, I will be walking down more of the memory lane...

 bus stop keramat....

What Have I Done..?

I just received a call from  a final year student, basically my super duper junior. Her intention is to get to know me and get advise on their ongoing project. We set up a meeting during this coming weekend. Suddenly I have this butterfly in the stomach thingy..I feel nervous, scared that I am not what they expect me to be. What have I done?

Falshback 2 months before, my ex-classmate, now a lecturer at my alma mater UiTM asked us a bunch of 'engineers' to volunteer being an allied supervisor to final year student. For engineering student, we did not produce thesis for our Degree, we have our final project that require us to built either a petrolchemical or oleochemical plant, from scratch...

So supposedly, we are the bunch of 'experienced' engineers will be able to give some insights on all these plant design and operation etc....So me being the forever volunteer (I don't know, since school days, I tend to volunteer in lots of things..I guess it becomes a habit..) eventhough I know I am not really a good engineer to begin with. Hence they assigned this group of students to me ;p

So come weekend, I have to face these young, up and coming engineers, probably put some straight face, confidently answer their question (or at least try to..)...

bole ke bagi nasihat camni?

p/s: my time we did not have this allied SV thingy, coz we are among the pioneer batch in the course, so not so much of industrial connection, so I basically have no clue what the uni is expecting of me...kuang..kuang..kuang.... 

Or I can just help them to 'edit'.....bole?

This Ramadhan...

Yesterday people in the office were sharing this link. I found it very user friendly. In addition to viewing the verses, you can select from a number of translations (including Malay) and you can listen to recitation. For someone like me who is not good in complex translation, this is good enough. At the very least can brush up on the ayat-ayat lazim...(ini tak..asyik repeat 4 Qul je...)

http://www.quran.com/

Personally, not sure whether I have been a better Muslim this time around. Am glad that here, at work, there are a group of people that continuously gearing the da'wah effort. We have a Ramadhan program lined up that includes tadarus, tajwid classes and also tazkirah.

I had the opportunity of having iftar at Masjib Besi Putrajaya the previous week, somehow the masjid reminds me a lot of Masjidil Haram, not the architecture, more of the feeling. Lately, I really missed the day when I don't have to care about anything else in the world, sit in front of Kaabah and just be there. I wish I can spend the whole Ramadhan there...someday insyaAllah, I will.....

Waka-waka Saga episode 2

OK, second part of the saga….same password, just (+1) to the last number.

the whole thing….

So now we are back to the old terms, just that I have to be alert on what I said to anybody, her especially as I may never know what I said will be taken personally. Am glad that she and the others are going along well now, that is all I asked for.

Waka-waka Saga episode 1

I guess it’s high time for me to share what has happened that sparks this.
This is only intended for non random people. Let me know and I’ll give the password. (Sorry Dieya, copied your strategy as I really feel that this is a private post) :)
Beware this is super duper long..read at your own account..jangan muntah sudah..;p

I tried posting as a whole, but it was just too messy and I myself could not read what I write, so all passwords are the same...

Continue reading….

So now, we are halfway through the story..you must swear on your life not to leak this, especially to the people named in the post..please...

To be continued...

Tolonngg....ya ampun...

Gue ini kalo udah nengok sesuatu, pasti bisa lekat terus. Kek gi mana ya mau cerita, oh ya...minggu lepas gua deh seperti biasa flip channel ke sana ke mari, lalu ada satu sinetron kek baru mula, menarik deh..mulain udah berantakan, lagipun chowoknya cute bangat, langsung ngak mirip Rangga, ngak macho langsung, kek gaya muka tomboy pun iya. Cheweknya ganteng bangat!! Kisahnya kedua ini asal ketemu jadi sialan, oleh itu masing-masing bisa marah ya amat sesama sendiri.

Kok ceritanya pon sinetron, plotnya mesti twisted gitu....Ditakdirkan kakek chowok itu dan nenek chewek itu dulunya mantan kekasih, tapi terputus di tengah jalan. Kala ini nenek chewek itu di rumah sakit, lalu kakeknya chowok itu merasa bertanggungjawab menjaga cucunya nenek itu. Mulanya kakeknya bercadang mau jodohi keduanya tetapi chowok itu sudah ada pacar. Iya..pacarnya chewek yang amat jelek...mukanya aja cantik, ngak tau sopan santun, tapi udah duluan mikat ati neneknya chowok itu...

Lalu chewek itu tinggal di rumah chowok itu karena diusir gara-gara ngak jelasin kontrakan rumah sewa tika neneknya di rumah sakit, chewek ini ngak berpelajaran, lalu tingkunya amat kasar sekali, dia juga ngak bisa ngontrol emosi, lalu kakek itu meggaji dua guru persiapan diri buat si chewek. (Chewek itu miskin...chowok itu keluarganya kaya..you do the math ya..)

Episode semalam, ada pesta di syarikat kakeknya, lalu si chowok dikehendaki membawa chewek itu ke sana, terjadi adegan yang mula membuatkan chowok itu tiba-tiba perhatian bangat pada chewek itu...aku tu lagi excited, ketawa seorangan depan TV..hehehe...

Pada yang mau sama aku ketawa seorangan depan TV, channel 104, 6.30 pm..hehehe.... daaa....

betul ngak chowok itu gayanya kek tomboy? ngak macho langsung..hahaha...

p/s: aku jugak tiap kali Ramadhan pasti sangkut sama sinetron, tahun lepas Soleha..tahun ini Kirana...ya ampun....habis deh masa sore ku....

Resipi Sihat Raya Ini...

gambar recycle from last year punya..taun ni tak buat lagi..;)

Macam bunyi rancangan masak kat TV1 pulak kan? hehehe...Well actually I am finalising my cookies list for this year (ye..bunyi cam banyak..tapi nak buat 2 jenis je pon..hahaha...)

I had a hit recipe last year, so might as well I shared it here sempena bulan mulia ini..(cecewah...) Very easy recipe, I followed exactly but the cutting part may be a bit tricky as this is not a hard dough..

Eggless Pinwheel Cookies

Ingredients
• 1 1/2 cups unsalted butter, softened
• 1 cup confectioners' sugar
• 2/3 cup granulated sugar
• 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
• 3 cups flour
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 1 teaspoon baking powder
• 1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder


Directions


1. Using a wooden spoon, cream the butter until it's smooth (see tip below.) Stir in the sugars and vanilla extract until they're evenly blended. In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, salt, and baking powder. Add the dry ingredients to the creamed mixture one-third at a time, stirring after each addition, until the dough is evenly blended.
2. Set aside half of the cookie dough. Add the cocoa powder to the remaining dough and stir until it is fully incorporated.
3. Divide the chocolate dough in half. Place each half on a large piece of plastic wrap, pat it into a 1/2-inch-thick square, and then wrap it in the plastic. Repeat the process for the vanilla dough. Refrigerate the 4 squares until firm, about 1 to 2 hours.
4. Unwrap one piece of the chilled vanilla dough, leaving it on the plastic. Cover it with a second piece of plastic wrap, then roll it into a rectangle measuring about 9 by 7 inches. If the dough gets too soft and difficult to roll, slide it onto a baking sheet and refrigerate it until it's firm again, about 5 to 10 minutes. Unwrap a piece of the chocolate dough, cover it with another piece of plastic, and roll it into an 8- by 7-inch rectangle.
5. Remove the top piece of plastic wrap from both rolled doughs and invert the chocolate dough on top of the vanilla dough, lining up 3 sides and leaving about 1 inch of vanilla dough exposed on one side. Starting at the opposite side, lift the vanilla dough by the plastic wrap underneath it and snugly roll up both layers into a log, peeling away the plastic wrap as you go. Wrap the log in the plastic and refrigerate it for at least 2 hours. Repeat the process with the 2 other pieces of dough.
6. Heat the oven to 350°F Line 2 shiny, heavy baking sheets with parchment paper. Unwrap one of the logs and slice it into 1/4-inch-thick rounds. (See tip below for a safe, kid-friendly way to slice dough.) Arrange the slices on the parchment about 1 inch apart and bake them for about 13 minutes. When done, they'll still be a little soft to the touch -- the cookies will have a better texture if you don't let their edges brown.
7. Leave the cookies on the sheet for 1 minute, then transfer them to a wire rack to cool. Slice and bake the second log as the first.
8. A Kid-friendly Way to Slice Dough Slip a long piece of unflavored dental floss (about 20 inches) beneath the dough log. Pull the ends up and over the log, crossing them. Wrap the ends of the floss around your fingers and pull in opposite directions.

There you have it, selamat mencuba puan-puan (terutama yang anak mpatbelas..hehehe...)

Field of Diamonds

I had this in my mailbox, as usual, this friend of mine (Asma) never fails to amuse me, she did not read my blog, but thought that it would be good to share it here :

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This morning I had a very delightful chat with my friend Mr Venezuela.

He told me he was happily married for 35 years. That in itself is older than most of us. I remarked how young he must have been when he married to have 35 years with his wife. And then, as most parents or in his case grandparent, decided to give me advice:

Asma, when I met my wife, I knew she was a diamond. She was a rough diamond. I wanted to polish her and make her perfect for me. The trouble with youngsters these days, they want to meet someone who is already perfect. Someone who meets all their criteria. They don’t realize that nobody is perfect. You have to work very hard to keep something, to mould something, to educate and nurture something to be perfect. Like diamonds. They are in its original form, carbon. They are raw. With a kazillion years of heat and pressure, they turn into diamonds. And still, they are still raw. You have to wash, polish, put in on a ring. Then it’s perfect.

(Ok I added that last 2 sentences. LOL)

He reiterated to yours truly: You have to find the raw diamond. Find the potential. Together you both work at being perfect.

Asma: I do look for raw diamonds.
Mr Venezuela: Asma, you need to differentiate between raw diamonds and a fool’s gold. Do you know what a fool’s gold is?
Asma: An idiot’s gold….*chuckle*
Serious looking Mr Venezuela: Be serious.
Bored Asma: Alritey. Fake gold.
Mr Venezuela: Yes, it’s gold that looks like gold but really isn’t. It’s people who appear perfect but really are not.
Now I have a story to tell you.


Asma: It’s not bedtime yet *chuckle*
Mr Venezuela: Asma…
Asma: Ok ok go on
Mr Venezuela: There once was a man who was rich. One day he went to see a fortune teller. The fortune teller predicted that he will find a lot of diamonds. So he searched in many continents. Spent all his money. He found no diamonds. He then passed away. The fortune teller came looking for him. Instead, he found the rich man’s son working the family field. When he asked the son whether the father had found his diamond, the son replied no. Suddenly, the son’s watchamacallit (I forgot what tool he was using) hit something. Upon digging, he uncovered carbon. Do you know what I’m telling you?


Asma: The diamond was in his backyard all along.
Mr Venezuela: Exactly. See Asma, sometimes we search the world to find the perfect person, the perfect job, the perfect everything. Sometimes it’s right under our noses.


Asma: But I don’t have a yard…KIDDING! So what happened to the son?
Mr Venezuela: He became one of the biggest diamond manufacturers or something .


Asma: I get your point. Thanks. The only thing in front of me right now is my PC monitor and under my nose is my keyboard. That isn’t really what I was looking for…
Mr Venezuela: Asma…
Asma: CHUCKLE

MORAL:


1) Find the raw diamond
2) Mould it with patience & heart
3) Don’t be duped by a fool’s gold
4) Don’t have to look far, it may be right in front of you

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My reply to her : Alaa......susah...I need to get myself a rough diamond detector….even for the closest diamond, I wouldn’t know how to tell ;p

p/s: thanks for sharing :)

This is Why....

When I told people I like football, first reaction was 'which club do you support?' More often that not people expected me to say among the top 4 BPL, but my reaction would be...

"No I don't support club, I support nation.."

This is the reason why...
http://edition.cnn.com/2010/SPORT/football/08/11/carvalho.mourinho.real.madrid/index.html#fbid=m7EhFQjq3GJ&wom=false

Players jump from one club to the other, but they can never (almost never) leave the country.

I have a friend (Arsenal's fan) that got so emo when Cesc Fabregas nangis2 nak balik Barca, doesn't make sense right?

I used to have 'one side hate and love' relationship with Mourinho when he was in Chelsea, simply because he was with Chelsea..bongok tak? hehehe....

To tell you the truth dieya, I started falling in love with Spanish football because of Galacticos (perasan tak nama baru I...hahaha) and now Portuegeses (managers + players alike) are flooding Madrid, I may have to rekindled my love with the club..hehehe...

But then again I enjoy a good game anytime, only come World Cup and Euro, I started to take sides, boleh? ;)

p/s: as much I am denying it, it was CR that influenced me to buy the blue Man U jersey....looks so good!!! so yeah...i lliikkeee  hiiimm..... (bukan topic yang sesuai waktu bulan pose kan?)

Greetings

These days people resort to greeting others on any occasion via FB. Last 5 years maybe, the moment penyimpan mohor besar done with his duty, you'll get endless SMSes, one after another, pastu malam raya Maxis even claimed that delivery report could not be sent due to high traffic. Which I don't think is the case nowadays. But still I did received 2-3 SMSes to wish selamat berpuasa. One that I like the most is :

Pejam celik pejam celik dah lama tak jumpa,
Pejam celik pejam celik dah dekat nak posa,
Makin dipejam celik makin banyak salah & dosa,
Sementara masih celik, banyak2 la buat pahala,
Sebelum pejam tak celik2 harap maaf jika tersalah kata,

Selamat berposa....

Catchy yet tajam menikam....huhuhu....

Ramadhan memories

picture ehsan pakcik Google

Its another Ramadhan, a chance to redeem ourselves, grab all the opportunities to be closer to the maker. Used to be its all about 'makan'. When I was young, my mum used to make all sorts of kuih, me and my sisters will be the messengers, running up and down the flats, trying to deliver most of it to the neighbours. On certain days we just pushed the dish to each other sebab dah penat lari turun naik, to the point we keep track sape yang tak hantar lagi....kids..;)

First time away from home, I was in uni, iftar with friends was a new experience, tambah lagi lauk yang kureng...(the company that makes it all worth it). We have to tapau lauk sahur at some 1-2 in the am, or wake up at 5am, walk to the dining and eat there. Lucky for me, my roomates was the type that could not missed a meal, so I have friends in the wee hours.

When I started working here, we gather all the singles and go to the bazaar together, even rotated as to whose places we are going, but sometimes you just could not avoid buka puasa sorang2. Which reminds me, there is one time, I have already promised another girl nak buka puasa sesama. She was stuck in the office and asked me to buy her some foods, and decides later on where to eat. It turns out she was working with this dude R, a weekend hubby (meaning not staying with the wife) and he ask us to join him and another colleague, Z (who is also a weekend hubby) for iftar. So we went to Z's place.

Buka puasa, makan, everything normal, then we went back home solat and all. After that only then I realized, if ever (god forbid) orang buat serbuan waktu tu, sure kitorang kena cekup berkhalwat dengan suami orang..serious!! Hahahaha... thinking back we sure never really considered that ;p

Starting from last year, I have a housemate ;) so most likely I am not alone. New resolution, not to spend too much on food for iftar. I know hotels in KL is booming with Ramadhan buffet promo, and I used to be the one that went out looking for these as well, but worth to ponder, is our ibadat as much as what we spend on iftar? (ade yang terasa ngan statement aku ni..hehehehe..)

So Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan people, semoga Ramadhan kali ini makin bererti buat kita, insyaAllah...

p/s: suke tengok Upin & Ipin berpuasa.. :)

a new book, same old me but more real...

This is a start of something new. You may wonder why? In my previous postings, some of them has been misunderstood and backfired at me. I'll tell the details later, but one thing for sure if I continue to blog under the same name and identity, I will not be able to be the real me. I have been denied my freedom of speech, my entitlement to an opinion, just to please one person. Its too complicated to be told on the first post under new domain.

I choose to mantain the same name and same setting because I love my blog so much. I am importing all my previous posts because to me they are too precious to let go. On this one, I hope I can really express what I felt without fear or consequences. This will be a testament of what ticks me. It may potray me as a good person, sometimes bad and maybe even worse. I don't care, I am not always nice though I try to.

Those of you who knew me from previous blog, from now on I am Jeet, just plain Jeet, I am hiding this from that one person. The person who could not accept me the way I am. So be it, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. I have severed the ties, nothing will ever be the same again, am trying to salvage whatever that is left of the friendship, insyaAllah..

p/s: gatai nak tukaq domain kan...dah mess up the setting and all, its late, nanti2 la i'll have a look.....

I'm a Gleek ;)

I may never say it, but I am now!! I love GLEE!! so very much ;)



too bad they do not have the video for this one ;(

another favorite ;)



I am so digging the season finale, heck the whole season, can watch and listen to them over and over again ;)

p/s: not that I just watch it, just that never blogged about it ;)