Jiwang Karat edition

I seriously have no idea why or how, but this song keeps on cropping up whenever i start to feel how i feel. Let’s not even begin to describe how I feel, because the PC will just hang due to excessive emotional flow. The song has no association with what i am going through, the unassorted mess which is my brain matter, or whatever else lah (nak describe keadaan diri sendiri pun tak mampu dah sekarang ni ye murid-murid).

But I heard it again today, macam tau-tau je kena jadi background music to my melancholia.

Makanya I decided to just have the lyrics up on my blog. For posterity perhaps, or simply to have it here.

Suka ati akak la kan? Blog akak.

Should anyone (yes, all two of you, myself included) want to hear the song, sila la cari sendry. Or listen to Light & Easy.

Just Once ( James Ingram ) 

I did my best
But I guess my best wasn’t good enough
‘Cause here we are back where we were before
Seems nothing ever changes
We’re back to being strangers
Wondering if we oughta stay
Or head on out the door

Just once can’t we figure out what we keep doing wrong?
Why we never last for very long
What are we doing wrong?
Just once can’t we find a way to finally make it right?
Make the magic last for more than just one night
If we could just get to it
I know we could break through it

I gave my all
But I think my all may have been too much
‘Cause Lord knows we’re not getting anywhere
Seems we’re always blowing whatever we’ve got going
And seems at times with all we’ve got
We haven’t got a prayer

Just once can’t we figure out what we keep doing wrong?
Why the good times never last for very long
What are we doing wrong?
Just once can’t we find a way to finally make it right?
And make the magic last for more than just one night
If we could just get to it
I know we could break through it

Just once I want to understand
Why it always come back to good-bye
Why can’t we get ourselves in hand?
And admit to one another
That we’re no good with out the other
Take the best and make it better
Find a way to stay together

Just once can’t we find a way to finally make it right?
Make the magic last for more than just one night
I know we can break through it
If we could just get to it

Just once

If we could get to it

Just Once…

Bila la nak abis jiwang karat ni entah, tak larat dah.

D babe, u know me and continuation kan? Tak jive, babe, tak jive!

Happiness Is

Just Once, can we find a way to finally make it right…

Wah jiwang akak kejap.

I’ve been feeling out of sorts for quite some time now. Some of the reasons for this were resolved without too much tears, some with a lot of pain, and others with tears AND an angina.

Yet, despite everything being as it should be, I still have that niggling feeling inside of me. Something that I can’t quite put my finger on.

Perhaps the residual feeling that seems to always come at any time without due notice is a sign of advancing age.

So maybe it’s time for me to just take stock of what i DO have to be grateful for so i would stop being a whining, whingeing (spelling? i can’t be bothered to check), wailing beeyiatch.

Here’s a list of what or who i AM happy about, or what/who makes me happy:

1. My Kopitiam Sisters. You gals have been with me for Gawd knows how long, and yet you STILL love me? That in itself is an amazing feat. I sooo love you gals tau. They have taken the challenge to take care of me when I am a cackling, grumpy , warty, old hag without me even asking them.

 2. NAZ. Has seen me dalam keadaan tak mandi, tak tukar baju, tak basuh muka, and STILL loves me. Every facet of my complicated life is laid bare to you, and you are still here. Thank you.

3. SJJ. Ah.. what can i say. Countless nights of alternating laughter and tears as we journey into our minds, hearts, clubs, mamaks. No one compares to you babes. Goss files shall never be closed. Ever.

4. TAHH. You have sooo passed the test of friendship, haven’t you? I am so glad to have you in my life, and pray that you would never be disgusted with my behaviour and may friendship lasts forever, Amin.

5. BM (a.k.a. Bimbo Moment(s)). In such a short time, you have become a big part of my life. And actually saw a part of me that most people would never see. There are no words to describe the gratitude I feel for you, for letting me share a small part of your life. I love you B.

Aiseh. Tengah jiwang feeling feeling, kene buat kerja pulak. Goes to show that it is NOT advisable to blog on company time.

To Be Continued.

Got My EYE On You

Last weekend, we went out for makan. No, no special reason, we just wanted to. Had that yummy satay minang, bakso and Avocado shake thingy mixed with Milo. Down in Kampung Baru. After that scrumptious meal, we really had nowhere to go….

So let’s go to Titiwangsa Lake! And go on EYE on Malaysia!

Yup, talk about being soo far behind. it’s been there for I dunno, a year?

But hey, tonight is the lucky night eh? The knitwit has decided to grace the neighbourhood with her big butt and cameraphone.

Aaaaaaaaaanyways, we parked (amazingly we found parking, although had to walk a bit) and made our way….

This is the first look at the EYE. I thought of capturing KLCC, KL Tower and the EYE together in a sexy pose. But you know lah cameraphone. And the models were a bit rigid in their stance eh? hik. But beautiful just the same.

Ahhh…they had this..I dunno what do you call it? Water sprays, fountain-like, and images shot on the water spray/fountain. (yes, I get lost when it comes to technical bits). When i actually figured out what it was, they were showing dolphins. But when i snapped the pictures, the dolphins went into the water and stayed there *sigh*

So I got the eagle…

 

And the lady…(which I only figured out when I saw the picture..*sigh*)

 

and theeennnnnnnnnnnn we were there!

the EYE on Malaysia!

This is the ticket booth…yes, the thingies we would sit in looked like this too.

 

So wait, wait, wait, queue, queue, and voila! we we IN the EYE!

The thingy ( I don’t know what else to call it ha-ha!) can fit maybe a family squeezed in together? But there were only four of us in it. The other two girls, I have no idea who, lah. But the girl next to me was really, really scared so I tried not to move too much…

Here’s a view from the thingy.

Here’s another view as we were about to get off.

Not bad eh?

It was moving kinda slow in the beginning, when we were all excited taking pictures and everything. But then it went at a slow but moving speed. Several rounds. After Round 3 or so, it got a bit, well, the same. Ah..KLCC. Ah..Istana Budaya. Ahh apartments…Ah..people below…Ah..KLCC again.

But, hey. It was a good ride in all.

Bliss is..

Bliss is…

 

 Lung Pollutant should you feel the urge, Large drink should you feel the thirst, knitting your hand, Anuar Zain in your ears..

There ARE days when things are just  right.

Courtesies Are Made of These

So there i was this morning, at Ampang Park LRT’s newspaper and thingamajigs shop. One girl was at the cashier’s and another boy was just beside, looking through the newspaper. A lady asked where Wisma MCA was. Two Pairs of eyes looked at her blankly and the boy went ‘atas, atas’ (atas mana dik? atas langit?). The lady tried again, Dekat tak?  The boy answered ‘dekat, dekat’.  The girl decided that she could give telepathic answers and just stared (she must have been watching the X-men trilogy). Lady: ‘Bangunan warna apa? Putih?’. Boy: ‘ya, ya’. All this while the girl was not so vocal..and she had this look on her face. Go figure.

Now. Here’s the thing. Right after the lady left, they both started giggling and going ‘ tak pernah la orang tanya bangunan warna apa!!!’ and several other comments.

I was thinking, hey, the lady obviously has never been to Wisma MCA, and so she would want to know those things right? if you don’t know, just say don’t know can or not? (my grammar goes to the dogs when i get upset like this). No need to make face, give weird weird answers all, right?

I was thinking, since it’s no longer the official Visit Malaysia Year and all, so does that mean we do not have to be nice anymore? Would how we help fellow Malaysians (she was Malaysian, I presume) differ from how we would help tourists?

And the look on the face! crack the face if one smiles, isit? *sigh*

But then I am not free from blame either. I could come up to the lady and offer her directions, instead of contemplating the ever serious decision of whether to buy original or apple & cinnamon Fisherman’s Friend while eavesdropping, no? But by the time I remembered that I have  got a functional mouth and i do know how to get to Wisma MCA, the lady was gone *hangs head in shame*.

That incident bothered me. A typical incident, and that bothered me more.

To be honest, I would probably forget all about this later. Until something similar comes up and I get all riled up again. But that’s why we have blogs now don’t we? A kinda not-so-magical Pensieve (re: Dumbledore) for us to remind ourselves?

Hm? oh yeah, this blog is supposed to be about knitting.

Salah konsep lagi……

Malaysia Celebrates!

Merry belated Christmas!

I am always behind with my greetings (as I always am behind with updating blogs, etc etc). Was going to post about christmas yesterday, but caught up with sleep instead (one can never have enough sleep, i always say), so here I am, on a very busy working day, squeezing in some time to write something.

But I digress.

I just wanted to share some christmas spirit in town this year, as I always try to do every year (and usually belated too, so i’m keeping in with tradition eh?)

The Curve really went to town this year, with all sorts of lights, a rollerblading rink and Frosty to greet you.

 

They even had snow! Well, the picture’s not too good, so we would have to use our imagination, would we not? But I loved the lights and the atmosphere.

KLCC had their usual giant Christmas tree, which i distinctly remember from last year. So nothing new there eh? But they had some hanging wreaths along the way which was new.

 

Actually, I personally thought their Deepavali columns were a lot better? Absolutely gorgeous dahlink!

 

Oh well, while we’re at it, the one at KL Sentral  was good too.

    

I was at a get together christmas eve, but that’s coming up in another posting.

Tum ti tum, back to work! (or at least thinking about doing work).