FR : NO MO Babbling

no more babbling here

gonna copy all of my rambling called journal/diary here to my homepage, and here will be for photos and little comment.

long live the ARMS!

http://groups.msn.com/projectarms

how do you eat an elephant?
-one bite at a time.

so, things will always go slow, bite by bite, until all the elephant extinct. !

*I was reading some of my old entries and , a name, a name...a name!!
a name that used to be in my heart. awan, angin...
dan Rinoa.

damn I'm rambling again.
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Reynn asked me why Rinoa?
simple answer - imaginary friends, like penjejak awan, penjejak badai dan penjejak neraka

FR : BBQ...or barbeku?

semalam ke suatu tempat untuk bbq tapi salji turun... well, bbq semalam tak dapat dinikmati sepenuhnya kerana kesejukan yang menggigit tulang-temulang dan mengurangkan rasa ayam dan apa-2 yang dibakar dan dimakan....sampai salji pun turun...ingatkan habuk apa...dalam hutan belukar...macam kapas...ropanya salji.... balik gamagori, semayang kat masjid anjo, then aku gi opis....tido dalam sleeping bag macam kepompong...memang aku gila-gila tak sihat. kepala berat 10 kilo, dengan tak tido satu malam satu hari...dan dapat selsema lagi. isnin - selsema paling hebat dalam hidup aku  . kedua2 tepi hidung aku dah menggelupas asyik buang bahan buangan dari hidung/hingus dengan tisu. dan sakit kepala lagi. aku bertahan untuk satu hari, then malam aku balik rumah, untuk lambat ke opis keesokan harinya....lallalalala

FR : Thank God It's Friday....

but what actually does it mean to me? 

well btw, I discovered some photos in my digital camera, taken during snowing day in Nagoya.

FR : Sakura??...or So i Thought...

but not, said Hosoya-san. It's Ume.... 
well, there is this tree near my office, is having its flower that looks like sakura to me on first sight. 

btw, I'd like to apologize for calling Hang Tuah a pussy, though my opinion doesn't really change. but, at the same time, I RESPECT him for his 'Loyalty To The End'. Tuah must thank Hideo Kojima for this, coz his loyalty actually reminds me of The Boss in Metal Gear 3 : Snake Eater. another reason why, is because I'm a big fan of Metal Gear STORY [well, I don't really play the game....] 
and lately I've been watching the fan movie/music video based on MGS3 titled 'Soldier of Fortune' 

I have often told you stories 
About the way 
I lived the life of a drifter 
Waiting for the day 
When I'd take your hand 
And sing you songs 
Then maybe you would say 
Come lay with me love me 
And I would surely stay 

But I feel I'm growing older 
And the songs that I have sung 
Echo in the distance 
Like the sound 
Of a windmill goin' 'round 
I guess I'll always be... 
A soldier of fortune 

Many times I've been a traveller 
I looked for something new 
In days of old 
When nights were cold 
I wandered without you 
But those days I thougt my eyes 
Had seen you standing near 
Though blindness is confusing 
It shows that you're not here 

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by the way, I stayed in office today [thursday, right? though actually today is Friday but I'm actually writing of the past event] 

from afternoon it's been raining, and I have to ride with my boss to the mosque, mean I have to move as fast as he ready to leave. *sigh* 

after isyak is markaz's weekly masywarah/meeting. as usual I be the writer/secretary/pencatat yang moolya.... after that I have a talk with pak Abdullah nagoya and others, then went to buy banana and egg at Ito Yokado. 

went to office trying to finish my works, but end up doing it half-ass. sleep at about 3 oclock, wake up around 8:30. 

by the way, here is the so called 'ume' 

FR : Nasib Lebai Malang

though i'm not lebai, but serabai -__- still not sleeping yet, my work taking longer than I thought it would to finish. and I caught flu after the storm/typhoon. [saya menangkap influenza?] on the way back to office from the mosque, I almost hit a..a..a...a apa aaa? sigh, lost my words here. hampir terlanggar bonggol, tapi sempat brake, dan terbang ke depan macam superman. still hurt...luka masih berdarah...err...takder la keluar darah but still hurt. komputer pak iwan masih tak beres, tambah pening kepala, kena operate kat 'hospital' plak. 'hospital' plak dah ler tak 'quarantine' sepenuhnya. i'm gonna finish my work and get on the damn meitetsu train and go home and sleep on my bed! uh, it still hurt. and flu, too. still can't continue my work.... update: i finished my work, and walk from office to station like a drunkard. with my broken arm...err..umbrella, I use it as a walking cane, to support my injured leg. , my injury is not really a big deal, but I'm also tired, sleepy, hurt, sick[flu], hungry [fasting] etc etc....with all my remaining energy I made it home, and sleep from 10 to 1 and from 2 to 4, and the berbuka ala kadar, takder kurma pon kat rumah, so I cook some cekodok. ada nasik beriyani apis but it looks like a getah sekerap. tapi hampir abis gak, ingat nak lantak tapi dah abis hahah so I went to terawih at kaikan, said to be held at 7 but we started at 7:30. melayu? then, I dun really know what to do..., even I have full plan for my day off. oh, after terwaih, amik gambar raya, then balik pon sempat posing ngan pedang dan pistol. i cook tonight. special kari, ayam masak pedas hahaha

FR : Ok SO Whats For Today?

I've been very busy lately, got something to finish, then I can be work free, for some days. 
so busy that I can't make time for writing here. 
I hate to say that I'm busy, but maybe that's my old self. 
even rock can change...and I'm just mere human. 

OK, so maybe I should record my life today, here. 
I sleep at 12:30 am, wake up when Pak Iwan call me at 4:30 am, then he picked me up for Fajr prayer at the mosque. Then I went back to office and do some work and sleep again, and wake up at 9:00 am when my boss mr razan call me to bid in an auction. I failed though. 

Then the obaa-san and razan and amir-bai came and at 12~ we went to mosque to pray Zuhr. I continue my work, and the rain started to fall heavily. Yeah, the 'TAIFU' has started! 

so, obaa-san decided to return home early, so I was alone again in the office. I plan to go to the mosque for asar but....arghh!!!!!! 

the first time I DID NOT PRAY ASAR with jamaah, since the start of ramadhan. actually, the first time i pray alone since ramadhan, coz I always have the luxury to go to the mosque. 15 minutes walking is nothing but this time it was different. 

typhoon hitting nagoya, and japan. 
my reason - typhoon. heavy rain and strong wind. 
I wear shoes, so I'm afraid it will get wet, and wet shoes is not good. 
I can't use umbrella, even if I use it, it will either be broken or fly away, gone with the wind. 
Then I will get all wet, and it's not nice to enter mosque with that condition. 

with these petty reason, I missed the biggest thing. 

but then I decide to go for maghrib in the typhoon. I found a sandal in the locker, and garbage plastic bag to make a 'rain coat'. I walk through the storm and my umbrella almost broken [actually it is],and so i decide to clsoe my umbrella and run my way to the mosque for breakfast and maghrib. 

I arrived at teh mosque almost the same time as amir-bai and razan-bai, so they all asked me why I didn't call/tel. them. I just answered errr.... 
the real reason is, because I can walk my way here, why should I bother other people? 

so, breakfats is like usual, kurma/dates and fruits etc. something light. then I went together with pak iwan to his home, but then all electricity in his area went down, so we ride in the storm to find torch light but only got some candle at the 'kombini'. 
on the way to his house, we saw a car jumped into the paddy field. no other people stopping by to help the driver get his car on the track, so we decided to stop and help him. 

but failed. then his mother came[the poor driver's mother], and 4 of us tried but still failed. I wonder why no other japanese stop to help? the driver, a young man, thanked me and pak iwan non-stop but we just don't care and tried our best to help hahah. then after a while while we struggling to lift the car, another man came and offer his help and we managed to put the car back on the road. 

the young man then handed me some paper, i thought it was his card name or something, but when i looked closely it was some piece of yen. i tried to returned but he refused so i run to pak iwan and asked pak iwan to return it.... 

in pak iwan's house he served me some dry clothes and hot soup and some heavy dinner....that actually makes me failed to concentrate during 20 rakaat taraweeh -__- 

sigh...now I'm in the office again, trying to finish my work and also trying to clean pak iwan's notebook and installing new everything....still failing in both ~~>_<~~

FR : My Messed Up Language

my messsed up language

can't help it. at home i speak malay at work i speak jap and english, mix of both at forum and here i write in english. in the end its all mess up, i cant really speak like normal human being. jumpa bapak indonesia tukar slang bahasa indon. jumpa org kelantan lidah kelantan. slang trg aku dah lama tak asah.... semalam makan berbuka [berat] di rumah razan-bai, my boss. together with pak iwan, amir-bai, and also the mosque's imam, a hafiz. very nice meal that we have.