Bidadari dari Kayangan

Wild orchids, viewed from level 5.

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Kantoi.

I’m scared, sort of. I’ve nothing to hide really, except a thing or two. But she’s a dear friend here. And now I’m going to lose my bragging right – you know, “I’ve a blog but you dunno abt it..blahblah” So, S- if you're reading this, I'm really sorry for not sharing this with you all this while - say something will ya?

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Note to self:
If I ever have a boyfriend (the real kind), I’m not going to refer to him as ‘my boy’ during semi-reunion lunch with girlfriends. The mere word (boy) reminds me of things like incest (Euuww!) and who’s that sweet young guy who got tangle with Gimme Moore (with pun intended) after she broke up with Billy- or Willy-something? However, for married persons as opposed to singles out there, the possessive determiner ‘my’ is quite important whenever you would like to mention your spouse and kids etc. esp. during catch-ups with long-lost friends, so as not to be confused with other people’s spouse and kiddies. Though, first names work just fine with me (it might sounds rude to some people if you’re to refer to your hubby according to his given name). BTW, did you hear me complaining? I, who liberally sprinkle my blog-writing with ‘I, me & myself’? (Is it too much?) I have been advised though to skip the self-pompous ‘I’ and the royal ‘we’ (even for a co-author paper) in journal-writing.

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She boleh? New words (in today’s the Star's Lifestyle)
shibboleth /"SIb@lET/ · n. a custom, principle, or belief distinguishing a particular class or group of people. – ORIGIN C17: from Heb. _ibbZleC ‘ear of corn’, used as a test of nationality by its difficult pronunc. (Judg. 12:6).

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Being in the same room with policy-makers, good mix of industry and academia, invited speaker from J*TRO,*PU, MT*N and (in *PM complex some more) - all those initials & an alarmingly high ratio of puffs to non-puffs (excusez moi, I’m still ‘young’ ok while they’re ‘old’), give me shivers but perhaps this is what ‘more’ or ‘life beyond thesis’ that I’m looking for?

About ten years ago, I was slaving for a few bucks an hour in a wafer fabrication plant that produced dies, PCB (printed circuit board?), etc. and look at me the other day *lookofwonder* – participated (by listening je..) in discussing the state and future of Malaysian manufacturing industries in particular electrical & electronic industry. And that puff – he still want to know my research findings!

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I shalt not has respect for thou…

Why is it our politician esp. those big-shots like to assume that they simply have to shake hand with everyone whenever they come in (or going ) sort of like in a popularity contest when you as a Muslim know that it wasn’t wise & necessary? Am I a prude? How about the Japanese guy who show better respect (perhaps it’s his culture *sigh*) by simply nodding his head? Yes, it’s a small thing (some of you might argued) but it make me confuse -

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My ‘slebet’ness (aka selekehness) is confirmed too since I had to imitate that opening act from Pretty Woman - painting my heels with a black marker pen! It’s actually my relatively new strappy sandal for all occasions including driving thus only the left side was damaged (manual car la..changed gears a lot in order to accelerate faster). Earlier this week, a (new colleague) friend who wear 4-inch heels (wow! I can’t never walk with this one) and went for RM1600 facial package of 8 sessions (Ish! what I can do with that amount of money) told me, “Wait la til you start working & earning money..” But I’ve had working experience before, still I didn’t spent much on dressing up, never bought gold-jewellery other than the necessary piece of Zhulian (coz my sister is selling) and once an original piece for mak (compulsory gift it’s not). I was once like her (my friend not mak) too - court shoes, briefcase, properly made-up faces with foundation, lipstick & everything but now I’m lucky enough to put up a ‘show’ with beg mengkuang instead of plastic bag that I get from buying magazine, sandal instead of oversized selipar jepun, and freshly scrubbed face instead of pimply ones (blamed the stress from all these years of studying)!

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Buai laju2…aku nak kawin dengan anak raja!

Cerita basi dah ni but I’ve just realized now that I’ve bought the digicam I’ve never ‘cuci walau sekeping gambar’! My friend (from Pangkor era) msgd yesterday saying that the photos are all cantik and clear blahblah (ahem! look who’s taking the shot)…Usually I couldn’t wait to finish a roll of film so that I can immediately see my ‘catch of the moments’ (aka official family photographer)…that was back in the sweet olde days. Now that I can immediately see the scene that is being captured, there’s no more sense of urgency & thus the photos are kept on in its binary format (don’t you even think of computer crash!). Her fave is this shot (replace her with me instead) since –well, the above sub-title is pretty obvious isn’t it? From an old (50s or 60s) movie- Bawang Putih Bawang Merah -I think..

Funny that I remember now…I wasn’t the only one who immediately thought & sang (sans the melody) that bits of song while sitting on the buaian (swing) – one of the guys who walked by also said the same phrase!