PZ...

Pizza Zionis??

Tak laaaa...

HAPPY 2009, SALAM MAAL HIJRAH 1430.

Ok i admit i am guilty of not updating. Hangat2 taik ayam selalunya. But i have been bloghopping and mesmerised by this particular blog 'Piahzadora dot blogspot'.

It all started when a fellow blogger called me up, told me that i was being mentioned in a blog in a not very nice manner. I was not the subject matter at hand, but by someone who have crossed my path many years ago.

Though i was not quite bothered at first as i have erased that dark episode in my life, it seemed that the Karakatoa had suddenly erupted. As if there are not enough skeleton in that someone's closet, that someone tried to open others' closets too for the whole world to see. That particular blog's comment box was like a warzone with swearing, name-calling, retaliation, assumptions, judgements etc. Would have made Saturday Night Live cry in shame.

I read every comment, every word. But i stayed silent. Didn't leave any comments in that particular blog. Meroyan in my blog je.

Anger turned to pity. A jerk is a jerk. A fool does not need anybody's help to make him/her look more foolish. The blog has moved on. I too, have moved on. A long, long time ago.

So must you....

And then she became Piahzadoralagi. So laaaaggiiii banyak aksi terjah menerjah berlaku. The blogging world can be very disguising and dangerous. Many were fooled including moi.

A CEO of a multimillion company turned out to be a house husband. A cup C was actually a B. A self-proclaimed gay turned out to be a loving husband to a very female wife. Such was the drama.

Issues discussed are interesting too. But the commentators are the one who made the blog entertaining and addictive. PZ is currently the hippiest place to hang out (since Starbucks and anything American dah kena boikot).

I do agree with some issues. Especially on butchering of languages, both english and malay and the bag-ho..... definitely hilarious. They even have english classes in that comment box hehehehe... I think most of the commentators meant well. But certain bloggers are just beyond repair!

So to those who love watching Melodi or reading Mangga or URTV or yang sewaktu dengannya, drop by at the above blog. Unfortunately, the celebrities are not Mawi or Ekin mind you. You shall be entertained, but in a much much classier way. But i think you do need some level of intelligence to understand what's written between the lines or to laugh at the jokes. Nanti ada pulak yang jadi bahan jenaka. I think the people in PZ have taken gossiping to a higher notch.

Foul languages, sarcasm and butt crack jokes aside, don't say i didn't warn you.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!

10 Things I Hate About You...

1. Hot tempered

2. Suka berlagak pandai ( even in things you know little about... like medicine )

3. Suka mencarut dan maki-hamun, calling people names like bodoh, babi, bangang... ( i too, was not spared )

4. Perasan bagus sangat and like to downgrade others ( humble and humility never existed in your dictionary )

5. Suka cakap besar ( the higher above the ground, the better )

6. Very selfish ( you think everything revolves around you, and you only )

7. Very defensive, to the extent of mocking and humiliating others, JUST TO PROVE A POINT!

8. Do not practise what you preach, yet recite ayat itu, hadis ini...

9. No respect for other people's feelings especially those you claim dear to you

10. Mengaku intelligent, ada high IQ, well educated.... tapi bergaduh macam budak2 berhingus


I have mentioned these many, many times in an attempt to reform you to be a better person. Of course, i was delusional back then

Tapi bagai mencurah air ke daun keladi

Bagai anjing menyalak bukit

It backfired and i was hurt in the process

Very, very hurt


A few years later...

Thought he would be wiser


Leopard never change its spots

Old dog can't learn new tricks



I REST MY CASE...


p/s: Nothing to do with the parents, the reason was you, you and only YOU. Kapish???

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AGAIN (BUMMER!)...

Has it been a year already? Maaannnn..... how time flies.

Happy 35th birthday to me!!!!

It is the 3rd day of Ramadhan and i have to work. Bummer!

I am having migraine and started work in a foul mood. Double bummer!!

Only one person smsed happy birthday to me this morning. A MISEARABLE ONE!!! And he was an EPISODE in my life.

At home, mak is hosting 'Open House' for my cousins, uncles and aunties.

After all those cooking and eating, who has to clean up the mess?? Moi laaaaaa....



It is my birthday, it is still Hari Raya..... and i feel crappy.

Bummer!!!

Happy Birthday...

I am 34 today..... Yippe!!!!

Regrets...

Of all that's worthy in this world,

men are not one of them..

Mourning...

Dear all... one of my cats died after 4 months of combating an unknown delibitating disease. I am in a period of mourning. Will write about it soon.

I am just too sad right now...

Wedding Blues...

I never liked weddings...


When I was small, I hated weddings.

That was when I had to be the ‘bunga telur’ girl.

I was shy.

Giving out eggs to strangers was not my forte. Even when most of the strangers are in some way, related to my roots.

We didn’t have towels, or sweets, or mini potpourris, or wedding goodie bags back then. Just eggs…. Hard boiled eggs. Grandma used to make delicious egg curry with them left over cracked eggs… yuummmm.

When I was a teenager, I still hated weddings.

That was when all the pakciks and makciks and wan and tokcik were asking….

‘Anok daghe sape ni komeee?? ( I was pimple laden, still shy gal then)

‘Udoh besor bebenorrr’ (yeah, I was chubby. The baby fat stays on till this very day).

‘Udoh boleh kawen niiiii…’ (errr… hello, I was on my way to a higher institute of learning, not jadi tukang kutip kain pelikat kotor, or tukang kemas suratkhabar, or tukang basuh bontot budak…. Okkkk)


When I was a young adult, I hated weddings even more…

Kamu ni bila lagi? Jangan la memilih sangat…

Takkan boifren pun takde kut…

Aiks… belajar tak habis-habis lagi ke?


And when my friends’ younger sisters and brothers started having their weddings too, i just stopped attending them...

I made myself busy all the time… even when I was not. That was one of those moments I took full advantage of being a doctor.

My parents had long stopped asking me to come along.

I started sending wedding gifts thru mail.

I missed my cousins wedding, did not even bother to look at the ‘gubahan hantaran’ or wedding photos…

I skipped that wedding segment in Nona.

I stopped reading about weddings in magazines.

I think it had been ages since I attended a wedding, that I have forgotten why I hated it in the first place…


But yesterday, I went to one. One of my staff’s daughters got married…

As an HOD, I felt obliged to go.

The kenduri was buffet style. I ate at a table, alone.

All around me were families. Young couples with kids. Old couples with teenage children.

My young staffs came with their young wives and babies…..

And it all came back.



It made me feel awkward.

It made me feel embarrassed.

It made me feel inadequate.



I hate weddings….