Kenapakah????

My fren tag me a photo on FB masa zaman kat Uni dulu, time kita orang terjebak dalam aktiviti tidak sihat iaitu ala ala Beauty Pageant Muslimah wakaaaakakahaa , ye joloklah tekak korang sebab aku pun nak muntah hijau bila mengingatkan betapa tak sihatnya minda aku dulu (macam sekarang ni sihat sangat kan).

Muslimahlah sangat kalau pakai kebaya ketat ngan kain belah kan kan...waaaa tak boleh blah.Gediknya aku Ya Allah.

Sebenarnya, ketahuilah dunia bahawa kite orang dipaksa sebenarnya mewakili kolej kite orang, sedikit sebanyak kira kes penganiayaan la ni.

Penting juga untuk u all tahu bahawasanya baju yg I pakai tu pun nostalgic sangat ok... sebab ianya adalah baju kepunyaan Arwah Ibu my fiend yang juga telah kembali ke Rahmatullah herself a few years back. Al-Fatihah Intan Ezany.

Saper yg mulut gatal nak tanya muatkah lagi I pakai baju ni akan kukirim C4 di angin lalu untukmu ye, haipppp

*Kak Ayda and Mrs Nordin jap lagi nanti I sambung kisah jantanz miang semalam okay, peace.

Just Imagine this.....

Uihhh kematu jari penangan Air Asia Free Seat ni, menderita makcik. Oleh kerana website AA sedang jammed macam lebuhraya Bangkok, kita take five dulu lah ye dan menghapdate blog supaya orang tak benci kita.

Ada la orang tanya, mana part 2 kisah orang sakit jiwa tu, sabar ye puan2 , kasi kumpul bahan dulu. Malumlah kisah jiwa kacau kena lah buat ketika jiwa penulis juga tak berapa tune, barulah ada chemistry.

Setelah terbaca blog CPK dan Bapak Gegula mengenai gadis yang memaki hamun pakwenye di dalam LRT itew, I pun rasa terpanggil gak nak bukak hikayat.

Ramai orang kata budak tu tak malu dan bod* (kata2 cercaan haruslah di bintangkan mulai sekarang supaya tak ada muslimah solehah yang sentap membaca blog I) kecuali Nenek Penne, kan dear??.

Bak kata Nenet, korang senang la cakap sebab benda tu tak kena batang hidung korang. I bet semua yang cakap cemtu memang tak ada pengalaman langsung berhadapan dengan laki or pakwe korang yang di caught red handed melakukan jenayah cinta , kan Lyana kan.??

My ex inlaw telah menangkap lakinya sedang merendek di dalam kereta di tepian Tasik Taiping lagi kau...masa tu she was still in her confinement. What say U??? She gagahkan diri bawak motor skodeng lakinya only to find out that. She called me (awat la she chose to call me first, mak emo okay) . I was so shocked and rasa nak pecah dada I. I told her to call her MIL , my MIL also la obviously kan) because tu anak dia and she have to know that her son yang divangakan sesangat tu adalah hantu berbulu babon sahaja adanya.

Tapi sayangnya jodoh tak panjang mereka bercerai gak akhirnya and simply because of that pompuan kecut. But what goes around comes around, genap setahun, that pompuan kecut left coz tak tahan hidup bersama jantanz itu. Hambekk kau.

And cerita yang paling menyayat hati. En Roberto  Carlos (cam best plak bg nama laki Roberto kan?, oklah mulai hari ini nama laki aku adalah Roberto Carlos sehingga aku revised nama lain plak) mempunyai seorang kawan baik sejak sekolah yang bininya juga telah menjadi kawan I la kan. Mamat ni kengkonon intan terpilih la, background ok, career pun ok and nampak muka baik cam Bilal Kg Dusun la lebih kurang. Tapi dah namanya jantan, bilal ka tok siak ka, tetaplah jantan jugak kan.

He cheated on her sejak they all bertunang lagi. Apakah??? Kenkononnya dia telah terlanjur mengcingtai pompuan itu and its hard to turn back poonsss la (cerca sekerat camni je boleh ke Fonzie??) Can u just imagine , malam depa nak nikah tu the pompuan came all the way check in kat hotel near the Mamat punya rumah and threatened to kill herself dengan menelan panadol 20 biji. And Mamat tu pun melayan sebab takut betol2 dia bunuh diri. Deyyyyy sengal takder der nak mati la telan panadol okay, alang2 terjun la from the Penang Bridge kalau tak mati pun nyawa-nyawa ikan or lemas tu confirm la kan.

Bila scheme jalang nya mengagalkan perkahwinan itu tidak berjaya, she has the nerve to gegar pintu pagar rumah depa in the middle of the nite. Gila Psyco.

If korang ada dalam situation his wife ni korang tak rasa nak putus nyawa kah??? Bukan setakat menjerit dalam komuter lagi I rasa, boleh jadi terbalik gerabak tu korang kerjakan.

Pastu senyap sekejap scandal ni. Until the wife bersalin and was sent back to her parents masa confinement.

Being a woman and a wife, instinct adalah tinggi dan berbio aura kan, so she sensed something wrong somewhere.

Tabah lah the wife datang from upnorth via bus express to KL sebab nak raid laki dia. Seperti biasa, siapa yang diajak untuk menjadi spy a.k.a partner in crime??? Of courselah your truly. Pasai apa lah asyik aku je orang nak ajak masa kejadian2 tak comey macam ni, masa pi rambu ramba, lupa plak kat aku ye.

We went to the house (masa ni lakinya sewakan 2 bilik to his friends sejak sebelum depa kawin coz wifey still studying masa tu and menyewa with her friends until she balik kampung to deliver).

I ni dah lemah lemau ketaq lutut semua dah, but she sooo calm and cool.Respect .

Masa kat sana, one of his uncle ada kat rumah tu but chose to upheld his constitutional right to remain silent, cam setannn.

The laki occupy the master bedroom yang sepatutnya menjadi bilik the wife lah when she balik from confinement. But to our dismay the room was locked.

She was so curious to see what's inside (and aku pun sama la kan ) so using a hammer yang dipinjamkan from the Uncle yang chose to remain silent tu (ada unsur paksaan di situ and mungkin juga melihat potensi we all boleh menjadi perempuan gila) we managed to menanggalkan tombol pintu.

Wahhh nak pengsann I bila nampak things that look like bra yg tersusun kat rack dalam bilik tu. Oh copot jantungku Kris Dayanti weiii. And masa tu I cant explain how I felt, sedih sangat. I told my friend to sabar tapi I was chocking with tears myself. I imagined if En Roberto Carlos yang buat perangai huduh tu, what would happen to me and how would I handle situation like that.

But she said nothing, still calm I guess, but I can see clearly in her eyes hatred and frustration, hurt.

She didnt call and yelled at her laki in the LRT, no. But using the hammer she break the bedroom door. Yess , all by herself. So dont underestimate a woman's strengh okay especially when she was heart broken and especially when she is her confinement, MEROYAN that is.

So we got our selves in. And betul lah bra, panties , baju pompuan tu, her expensive perfumes semua ada dalam bilik tu. Obviously she was living with him!!!

Imagine, imagine. Sigh, I just dont have the heart to continue my story......

Aunty Mary Elizabeth

There was an Indian lady named Mary (Elizabeth tu I saja tambah supaya ianya lemak berkrim).

I met her a few times during my chambering days, those dreaded - feel like jumping from the bridge- every day-and wish I'm dead - and went to straight to heaven days.

She was always loitering around the Klang Court Complex and Commuter Station.

Easily spotted and although far from being a sight for  sore eyes, she would always get a stare from people.

A fragile looking old lady in her 60's, she would be mistaken for an older version of Cyndy Lauper (despite the colour tone lah of course).

Wearing a  hair band with lots of rose buds on her short wavy white hair with  a little bit shades of auburn here and there, she used to carry her tote bag and plastics of God knows what's inside around klang town. Her blouses would always be a bright coloured, usually orange or red and paired with a contrast knee lenght skirt and not forgetting her long bright stokings, couldnt leave home without it.

Many at times, she was seen talking to herself babbling and murmuring something. Some would referred her as senile old woman.

I doubted that. There was nothing wrong with her I think, well maybe she had a weird sense of fashion. Beside that for me she was just a lonely old woman with lot of stories to tell, and she had a kind of thick British accent like Jaime Oliver (is that what u call cockney Esah??) She was no doubt, one classy babe.

Sometimes she was okay, friendly and easy. But sometimes she would be so grumpy and scolded every body around her.

Once,  she came to my office,my my. Terkezuttt mak. Whatever for lah that brought her there.

She gave a long lecture to one of my staff upon seeing her drinking air sirap. She said that air sirap contained some artificial colouring that may caused cancer and bla bla the sermont continued.

I must admit, I never had a pleasant thought about that woman before, but upon listening to her babbling about health , I changed  my perspective towards her. Mana ada orang gila cemtu kan, gila bayang mungkin la.

She went to see my senior clerk asking whether she could serve a summon against British Immigration for denying her an entry to London simply because they "dont see that she had a proper business" to go there. LOL. Maybe they were judging her look, or maybe she was imagining things, I dont know.

Then , I saw her at the commuter station. I just came back from Klang Court and going to Court Mammoth he he tak ler. My friend and I was on our way to the Bar Council in KL when she approached us.

She saw our files and suddenly freaked out saying that lawyers are liars. She continued cursing and we were like, oh mati la kita  kemaluan di situ because people were staring. And did I mentioned it was raining??? Oh tragis sekali bila dua orang gadis  (ke?) dimarah oleh seorang nenek yang berbaju merah, berskirt hijau, berstoking kuning dan berpayung ceti di dalam hujan renyai-renyaian.We couldnt go any where since it was raining and we had no umbrella.

Surprisingly, when the train came, she hurried us and insisted to memayungi kami berdua, ohwww baik la pulak nenek ni, tadi marah macam nak mak si tenggang nak menyumpah anaknya menjadi batu .

In the train, she sat behind us walaupun I berdoa supaya scene lecturing di luar tadi tidak diteruskan di dalam gerabak pulak.

We heard that she was talking to a group of Kelantanese chap whom were making fun of her. Kesian la plak.

Those boys were eating buah salak and she asked the name of the fruit. They said in pure Kelantanese English "This is buoh salak or sometimes we called ular sawo becos it look like ular sawo"

And they gave her some to try but she didnt liked it.

She got down somewhere soon but before that, she hand us a few cents, RM1 coins and a few more.

U wont believed it , she wanted us to donate the money to whatever fund to help nail the killer of Allahyarham Suzaily , a girl who was brutally raped and murdered by a bus driver tuh.

She was not just one classy babe, but she was good at heart too.

That was the last time I saw her. Soon after, I heard she was killed in a fire. She was alone in the house, trapped. And obviously she was living alone.

R.I.P Aunty Mary.

Dunia Hari Ini Dipenuhi oleh Orang Yang Sakit Jiwanya - part 1

I was telling my dearest friends Kay and TM the other day on my feelings towards manusia yang berhasad dengki dan busuk hati kepada orang lain. And they encouraged me to pen it down in my blog, well , itulah gunanya kita berblog pun kan, to share our thoughts and feelings with OUR friends.

Just as I intended to do the same, I saw a comment on my previous post from this orang cacat otak yang tetiba sakit hati kat I although I dont even know her/him and mengutuk-ngutuk I kat MY BLOG. Sungguh mulia dan terpuji si dia itu yang siap cakap I ni kena tahan kastam sebab banyak dosa. Wah, malaikat pun tak boleh determine and mengukur dosa insan, apatah lagi manusia, and this person can!!! Amazing.. betul, nampaknya blog I semakin popular , tidak sahaja dibaca oleh manusia malahan makhluk lain juga. Sila tepuk semua orang... I pun cadangkan pada si FONZIE ni, tukarlah nama menjadi MAKSUM yang bermaksud suci daripada dosa, buat apa letak nama cam Yahudi bukak kedai roti.

Atau mungkinkah dia ni Fasha Sandha yang retaliate kat I sebab I join group "I hate Fasya Sandha "  on FB hari tu?? Atau dia jeles sebab Kak Ji Esah and CK ajak I ngedate?? Apakah ? Apakah??

 What beats me is wujudnya manusia2 yang tak ada kerja but to baca blog orang dan mengutuk2 blogger yang langsung tak dikenali. As if they are so full of hatred and try to luahkan all the kebencian and ill feelings towards apa2 tah yang terjadi dalam hidup mereka dalam komen box orang, contohnya mungkin dia pernah didera atau dicabul agaknya kot. So sickening.

I know ramai my blogger friends dah kena serangan penyakit ni, Bapak Gegula, Kak Ezza, Kak Shana and Anija to name a few.Even Kak Nani yang rupawan and pandai masak tu pun ada orang sakit hati.

My question is why ada orang gila yang berpenyakit gila vavi camni??? Daripada mana asal usul penyakit itu?? Daripada kandang vavi kah???Tapi kenapa tauke vavi tak pernah pun kena serang penyakit ni.

Enough about this orang kurang upaya otak.Lepas ni korang buat blog sendiri pastu kutuk lah semua blogger yg korang tak berkenan, pastu advertise blog korang kat bill board tepi hi way Utara-Selatan tu, sebab sure lah semua blogger akan guna hi-way tu bila nak balik kampung kan, and jgn lupa bukak akaun nuff nang sekali, nanti kerja ko ngoblogging sesia je.Seriously, korang memang sakit, and penyakit macam ni hanyalah boleh diubati dengan kekuatan Iman dan selalu istighfar ok. Err korang tau ke istighfar tu cemana??? 

Pertempuran Raksaksa Gorgon

Uih dah lama I jadi good gerl dan tidak mempraktikkan kuasa mulut puaka jurus ke 17.

Tapi raksaksa gorgon tu nakkk jugak mencabar kewibawaan I kan kan.

Raksaksa yang dimaksudkan itu adalah pegawai kastam yang tidak berlaku adil kepada I dan my partner, warganegara Malaysia yang sangat berdedikasi dan berkakilebar (kasut saiz 7).

We all tak kisah la barang kena tax kat airport kan, udah namanya nak meniaga impot ekspot (chaittt statement tak boleh blah yang kesekian kalinya daripada saya) kenalah bayar tax.

Dah prepare pun duit dah.Walaupun masih berdoa tak putus2 dalam hati tapi mungkin buat dosa terr mengumpat banyak sangat, so Allah tak makbulkan lah sangat doa tu kan.

Walaupun my partner ngan I buat-buat tak kenal each other and masuk lorong berbeza, depa tau jugak. Ciss lahanat btol.

Mula2 he called me, tanya itu ini , pastu nak bukak la pulak bungkusan misteri I tu. Maybe sebab dia tanya berapa hari pergi Jakarta, and I of courselah good gerl mana boleh tipu, cakaplah sehari je, tu dia, terus naik antena sesungut brader bermisai tebal tu.

Ok fine, dia nak tax our things. We waited and took our own sweet time sebab nak tengok adakah beliau berlaku adil kepada kamai kaum hawa yang lemah ini.

So in front of us ada segerombolan Tante -tante dan Om-om from Indonesia bawak bungkusan misteri juga . Lalu raksaksa gorgon misai lebat tu pun suruh lah they all bukak juga. But after a bit of pujuk memujuk yang tidak kedengaran, mereka itu telah dilepaskan.

Aiyoo, mulalah bulu tengkok I kembang kan.Dan-dan tu rasa nak buat amukan Hang Jebat. Ini tidak adil.

Saya : Eh bang , ni tak aci ni,kenape derang tak kena tax , kiterang kena??

Raksaksa : (Muka cam cuak sikit dan mungkin berkata dalam hati, hek eleh minah ni berani lak sound aku ) Eh tengok la derang ni bawak apa, u all bawak apa..

Kwn Saya : Ha derang bawak apa??

Raksaksa : Derang bawak Topeng.

Dengar tak tu rakyat jelata sekalian?? TOPENG!!!!! WTF kan.

Kwn Saya : Topeng tu untuk apa bukan untuk dijual ke?? Sy tak kisah kena bayar tax tapi tolong bagi resit, saya nak meniaga secara jujur ni tak suka under table.

Akak ni pun tetiba berangin kulit pun bertukar biru hijau dah.Mula-mula macam nak guna skill gedik2 manja, tapi dah my partner dah kuar asap kot hidung, terpaksalah bertukar mode ganas.

Raksaksa : Saya pun tak suka, Kerajaan Malaysia dah bayar gaji saya cukup dah.

Saya : Ada ke orang nak buat pakai sendiri kat rumah topeng tu?? Saya tak puas hati macam ni, rakyat Malaysia sendiri dilayan macam tu, rakyat Indon dapat plak layanan istimewa patutlah derang suka sangat datang Malaysia tak nak balik2.

Tante tu tidak bergerak dan muka dah takut-takut macam tikus mondok nampak bapak kucing melihat drama yang dicetuskan oleh beliau.Kalau I tetiba sergah agaknya terus dia bayar jugak tax walaupun tak diminta.

Raksaksa : Jomlah settle kat kaunter.

Saya : Mcm mana ni bang, abang tak jawab pun kenapa derang tak kena we all kena ni??

Raksaksa : Derang tu connecting flight je lah tak masuk pun negara kita paham tak??

Eh dah tukar statement pulak dah.

Saya : Ye ke connecting flight??? Boleh ke kastam bongkar2 barang passenger yg connecting flight?? Bukan terus je masuk kat dalam ke?? Kenape dia ikut laluan ni?? (tak yakin sangat dengan kebenaran statement ni tapi biasalah alang2 cari gaduh kan)

Tu pun dah pukul 12 malam, ada lagi flight ke Air Asia tu tgh2 malam ?? Tah.

Dan adengan perang mulut tu pun berterusan dan Raksaksa tak mampu menjawab soalan yang bertubi-tubi.

Raksakasa : Dah undang-undang cakap macam tu .

Saya : Ye ke? Undang-undang apa yang cakap jual topeng tak kena tax??Ok lah 30% tax from harga barang saya terima tapi abang boleh bagi consideration RM100 saja plak, ada dalam Akta mana and siapa pegawai kastam yang diberi kuasa menentukan amaun tax tu?? Tolong lah cakap saya nak balik baca sampai khatam Akta tu.

Raksaksa : Ah ceklah baca lah Akta tu. Sama je Undang-undang tu

Relevan sangatkan jawapan Raksaksa tu kan??? SPM dulu mesti distinction Bahasa Melayu kertas dua,kefahaman dan surat kiriman.

Nasihat saya, kalau rasa nak shopping banyak2 especially kalau untuk berniaga, please avoid taking Air Asia, kerana kastam kat LCCT memang sangat berjiwa penyayang dan sangat prihatin kepada kita. Sila ikut KLIA kerana kastam kat sana pandang sepi je bila kita balik walaupun beg kita sebesar almari ok.

Drama Queen

Budak pompuan becok : Mommy, kakak peliklah ,kenape Mommy dah kawin tapi Usu belum kawin2.

Ibu Mithali : Apa yg pelik, Usu kan adik Mommy, dia muda lagi pun.

Budak pompuan becok : Eh kakak ingat Usu tu abang Mommy sebab Mommy nampak lagi muda daripada Usu

Ibu Mithali : (Kembang setaman kerana statement yang dianggap satu pujian)

Budak pompuan becok : Tapi dia kan dah ada girlfriend ,kenapa taknak kawin?

Ibu Mithali : Mana ada girlfriend dah sekarang

Budak pompuan becok : Haaa?? Dah takder??Ohw kakak tahu dia dah PUTUS ASA ek ngan girlfriend dia?

Ibu Mithali : Putus asa tu macam mana??

Budak pompuan becok : (dengan keyakinan jurus tertinggi) Putus Asa tu
macam Putus Cinta la, Breakkk Offf, get it??

Di suatu ketika yang lain....

Ibu Mithali : Siapa ajar kakak sepah sepah barang pastu tak tau kemas

Budak pompuan becok : Siapa lagi, TEMAN LELAKI mommy lah yang ajar (sambil memoncongkan mulut ke arah bapaknya yang bermuka cuak kerana menyangka isterinya mempunyai teman lelaki lain yang juga suka menyepahkan barang seperti dia)

Ohw my,maybe she had seen too much drama on tv.

Scary Movie

My pak long passed away last Wednesday. I was saddened, pretty badly. Because I only have ONE pak long , I mean my truly flesh and blood lah not kinship by marriage or so to say.He was my Abah's eldest brother from 13 siblings (tu dia nohh hebat sungguh Tok ngan Tok Wan kita Lyana, depa makan pil kuda ka pa).

Last month, I went back to my Abah's kampung in Penanti, Bukit Mertajam. This place is very special to me because we have all my aunts and uncle living very much to each other. If I would spent a whole day there, I could have breakfast at my Ndank's, lunch at my Mak Cik's and Dinner at my Mak Chaq's , and I still have a few set of supper and tea break to chase at my Mak Su's and other Ndank, and not to mention a few of my cousins who settled there as well. So, we would one day might fenced the area and make it a gated community since my cousin Lyana is now available to be the security manager he he.

I saw Pak Long, sitting with his wife while chit chatting with somebody. We were there to attend my Pak Su's daughter's wedding next door. He would in his usual self would 'keloi' me calling me "Suraya" (instead of my real name, coz he never liked my real name, its my fault ka adoiii if I were to choose I want to be named Victoria Rania Sofia or something okay) . But he did not. So I promised him to drop by after we had our meal, since Adik sedang buat perangai askar Junta mengamuk.

But, sadly we did not drop by because we were chasing for our Asar prayer, and I regretted it so much. That was the last time I saw him. If only I knew....

Actually, what I am trying to sampaikan di sini is this. A few days back, I had a bad dream, some kind of a premonition. Jeng jeng (Attn. Cik Kiah n Hjh Esah Jolie, ni version misteri nusantara gue okay).

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It was a hospital. But somehow I knew it was a mental hospital. I was there with my mom, my younger brother , my daughter (kakak) and a baby. Anak sapa tak pulak dibisikkan kepadaku. Somehow jugak, I knew we were there to get the immunisation for the baby..(tu dia pi cucuk baby kat mental hospital, kelass dak mimpi mak??? Ko ader??)

Anyway , I asked la Mak Cik Mary, ibu saya itu, "Mama, buleh kah mai cucuk baby tang hospital ni?"

She said "Awat tak buleh pulak, nama pun hospital. Lagi cepat , tak ramai".

Tiba-tiba kakak wanted to go to the loo. So I took her , we went hi n low looking for the loo, at last jumpa la. While she was doing her business, I tried to look for a wash basin to wash my hand. Cari punya cari, I terencounter a room, which was hidden at the back, so small stuffy and the ceiling were low.

U know what I saw??? Jenazah uolzs, terbaring di pembaringan. Tapi muka "beliau" itu tidak ditutup, so I nampak he was wearing a kopiah putih and a white jubah. Apalagi bertabur la acik larikk. But strangely and scarily, I kept coming to that same room and saw that same corpse.Adoyaiii, betapa stressnya mimpi itew.

Akhirnya, setelah beberapa episode cemas, I berjaya melarikan diri, but wait a minute..di mana anakku??? Owhhh tidakk.Jadi la drama tamil lak kat situ adengan akak menangess mencari anak yg hilang. Di kala akak menjadi sasau mencari anak yg hilang yg penuh drama amma appa ayoyo kadawale kilometer kalala itu, I pun tersedar daripada mimpi because of my phone alarm. But I remembered shouting " No , no dont wake me up , anak aku belum jumpa lagi " Mongok kan ??

Ok, so the more spooky side of the story was that, arwah pak long dipakaikan jubah putih and kopiah putih exactly as the dead man I saw in my dream in his pembaringan *berlatarbelakangkan lagu selimut putih * When I sampai to the house, jenazah baru selesai dimandikan. Uihhh ketaq lutut I upon seeing arwah in that clothing tau.

And the best part, Kakak "hilang" right after the jenazah was taken to the graveyard.

Everybody was panicking. And the same commotion of cerita tamil in my dream menjadi kenyataan. Luckily, she was found at the graveyard. She followed my uncle there whom she referred to as "pak cik yg sudah semestinya sedara kita" just because that pak cik waved her good bye during a kenduri once. Baguih anak mak.Luckily it was my uncle. Syukur. Kalau hantu kubur???

I 've been getting that kind of strange thingy quite often. Mimpi gigi patah tu jgn cerita lah. Its more than that. I had quite a sharp instict as well , it scares the hell out of me. I can tell if some body's is not telling the truth. Its like I have a lie detector implanted somewhere inside my body. Selalunya tepat dan jitu. I can tell whether a person tu is sincere or ada bad motive dalam diri dia. Many at times, I dont like some of En Kanda's friend, a few of them. And it turn out to be depa semua adalah musang berbulu ayam. But ada dia dengar cakap I when I told him that I sensed something fishy mula2??? Yelekk. Bila dah terkena baru nak kata I ni ada bakat jadi bomoh ..@##$&^%*^ btoi .

Twice, I got to know that 2 of my friends were moving in my neighbourhood. But I didnt exactly knew where, but in both occasion, my instinct told me correctly of both of their houses without me having a clue whatsoever, and ianya adalah menakutkan okay *sambil jenguk belakang kot2 ada belaan yang I tak perasaan selama ni "terbela'.

And banyak lagi sebenarnya insiden2 twilight zone yang berlaku sepanjang hidup I. Tapi tak nak lah cerita semua because nanti korang semua tanak kawan I plak. And to tell the truth, most female family member n my mom's side juga mempunyai so called kebolehan kebolehan aneh ini, mungkinkah sesuatu telah di instilled kan oleh Tok nenek I , Raja Reman Pattani itew??? Oh aku adalah ketakutan okay.

Mungkinkah aku seorang psychic (sory tak tau eja)?? Shuld I get a crystal ball and change my name to Madame Zorda?? Tapi korang jangan lah mintak nombor plak tu I tak suka, nanti tok nenek I marah okay.

As long as I don't say "I can see dead people....all the time" , I guess I'm allright kot, kan PS?? Nauzubillah.