My emotions may be a little stagnant just now, but just to let you guys know, you guys mean the world to me. And for every tears that rolled down on all of your cheeks just now, I know for sure that we mean the world to each other too =)

And if anyone dares to hurt you, please DO let me know. I shall kick that person’s ass for you. No seriously. But then ar, before I kick that person’s ass, I need to wear my sparring vest, knee/ elbow guards first. For safety reasons lahh. Yes I want to be a superwoman, but no I don’t want to get bruises all over my body. Siao ah. Lebam saner lebam sini. Tak cool tau. Pffttt.

On another note, I’m down with a high fever right now. The doctor gave me 2 days MC. Early this morning, I woke up to a major headache and worse, I was shaking uncontrollably. I wanted to sms syid to tell her that I can’t make it to school today, but then I remembered that she is temporarily phone-less right now. I smsed Is instead. Hopefully Is managed to pass down the message to syid… And it’s funny scary to see how one by one, my family members is struck down by the same illness. First was amaliah, yesterday it was my mum. And now it’s me. Who’s next in line, I dare not know. All I know is that one of the reasons to why all of us are falling sick is the unpredictable weather.

On another another note, following are pictures took for the last few days. Some may be long over due. But hey, it’s better late than never kan?

bah oh bah =)

Those pictures with the kambengs were taken on Nad’s B’dae. It was a whole lot of fun. Due to some unforeseen reason, I missed the cake baking part. But it’s ok. As long as the birthday girl is happy, all of us are happy too =)

And this is my current handphone wallpaper. 

Menatap indahnya senyuman di wajahmu,

Membuatku terdiam dan terpaku  <3

ari : Fajri gelu

idel : Ridel ambarak

magic : muhammad sudirman arwah

zikri : fikri tamau

why : Sodarno

nadi : kusnadi daipaha

nama-nama ini kutulis demi mudahnya mereka menemukan blog ini, tapi harus kecelakaan dan bukan karena kuundang, hehehehehehe, liciknya, hmmm..

siapa tau mereka tertarik bikin blog juga dan pertemanan yang sudah mulai dicerai berai waktu, wilayah dan kesibukan ini, bisa segera menanjak pada level berikutnya ...

ya!!! dunia maya!!!

bukankah kita semua mencintai perkembangan zaman????

jadi bagi teman-temanku yang sudah masuk perangkap sederhana ini... silahkan "lif tha' camment, plizz"

thx b4

We met a couple of other guys going to the same place at the airport who were nice, Matt and Ross. They've both been on the road for a long time and are reaching the end of their travels. We got stuck into some Fiji Bitter and then wandered down to the fabled Ed's bar for a heavy night with the locals.

Nadi itself... not a lot to write home about. Not as nice as Apia, Samoa and nothing to do. Crap shops.

The highlight was spending a relaxing 2 hours of serenity in the Hindu Temple. See pics

Yours truly =)

Mine truly =)

After a long sweaty walk, we headed down to see the polar bears. Unfortunately for us, there weren’t any. It’s either one, they’re having their lunch or two, they’re playing hide and seek with us. You know like they can see us, but we cannot see them kind of thing? So yep, luckily though, there were a lot of seating areas. We sat there and then….. we started to take lots of pictures. Lots and lots of “senget” pictures. Senget cause most of time my scarf ended up senget. All thanks to the fan (not f’an) uh. Pfft.

[ insert you own caption here] -_-"

And guess who I bumped into at the zooo???? Its….

SueLALA!!! Hahaha. At first, I really couldn’t believe that it was her., I had to actually walked nearer to her just to be sure. I was sooooo damn suprised that I actually shrieked out loud.  Heh. After like 12516581 hugs and shrieking(s) later, both us parted ways. But before she went off, I managed to kaput her map. Al-maklumlah, both F’an and I lost our way ard the zoo . Hehe.

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So that’s it. That was what I did last Saturday. Wait, before I forget. F’an sent me this on friendster. I just thought that it’s super duper sweet of him to send me something like this. I cant help it but to gush each time I read this comment, Heh. It’s kinda mushy mushy. So pardon me, if you guys suddenly have the urge to vomit out blood =X

Kain Batik bercOrak-cOrak,
bercOrak-cOrak kain Si Paktik.
hee.. pantun tak menjadi..
i'm Glad to have you by my side.
Pertama Kali ku melihat wajah mu,
ku berhenti. Mencari Nafas ku.
ku memberi kan doa kepada Yg Esa,
Engkau Lah Orang nya, Kasih..
Ku Bersyukur kepada illahi.
Senyuman mu menjadi sinaran ku.
Dont forget to shake ur phoNe..
hee.. imy n ily.. =)
Ku Bersyukur kepada illahi.    

Awwwww. Sweet nyer dier...

Según la filosofía oriental los chakras son centros neurálgicos o puntos de energía espiritual situados en el cuerpo astral y que tienen correlación en el centro de la médula espinal y en los plexos nerviosos del cuerpo humano, creen que las enfermedades, sufrimientos y conflictos humanos se deben a desequilibrios o dislocaciones en el funcionamiento de los Chakras. Este sistema está formado por el Aura (campo electromagnético que resulta del hecho de que el hombre es una fusión de tres energías mayores, la primera está ligada al cuerpo físico, la segunda a su vitalidad y la tercera a su alma), los Chakras (centros de energía)  y los Nadi (canales de energía)  Originalmente los chakras se vinculaban a una divinidad femenina llamada KUNDALINI, descrita como una serpiente que duerme, enrollada tres vueltas y media alrededor del primer chakra. El nombre procede de la palabra Kundala que significa "enroscada". En la tradición tibetana e hindú, esta diosa despierta y comienza a subir, chakra por chakra, hasta alcanzar la corona en la cima del cráneo. Al atravesar cada chakra produce el despertar de la zona o plano correspondiente y cuando la travesía ha concluido se dice que el individuo ha alcanzado la iluminación completa. En orden descendente, el séptimo chakra se encuentra en la parte superior de la cabeza y se conecta con el cerebro superior, el sexto chakra se encuentra en medio de la frente (se le conoce como el tercer ojo) y se conecta con el cerebro inferior, los ojos, las orejas y la nariz, el quinto chakra se encuentra en la columna vertebral, debajo de la séptima cervical y se conecta con el aparato bronquial y vocal y los pulmones, el cuarto chakra se encuentra en la columna vertebral al nivel de la parte inferior de los omóplatos y se conecta con el corazón, la sangre y el sistema circulatorio, el tercer chakra se encuentra en la columna vertebral a la altura del ombligo, en la cintura y se conecta con el estómago, el hígado y la vesícula biliar, el segundo chakra se encuentra al final de la columna vertebral, en el sacro y se conecta con los riñones y la vejiga, y el primer chakra, se encuentra en el perineo, y se relaciona con el aparato reproductor.

New Zealand takes out a quinella, with Milford Sound and Queenstown the two highest ranked destinations. Sydney, Cairns, Byron Bay, Melbourne, Port Douglas, Noosa, Perth, Cape Tribulation, Fremantle, Alice Springs, the Margaret River, Airlie Beach and Hobart were the Aussie inclusions. With regard to the USA California dominated, with Lake Tahoe the hightest rated, and in Europe it was Rhodes. Thailand managed six mentions. One slightly bizarre inclusion was Nadi, which may be a gateway to heaps of Fijian goodness but which is a pretty ordinary destination in itself.

Can anybody tick all of them off?

[Image of Milford Sound via Anita Gould]

From Nadi, we hopped a local bus to reach the Northernmost point of Viti Levu (Fiji's main island), a town called Rakiraki. We were heading for Volivoli beach, where Sparklehorse would learn to dive while Diceman contemplated the inside of his eyelids.

It's hot here. When the bus stopped for any length of time, we quickly resembled candles left too near the fire, drooping and dripping and begging the driver to get going again so the cooling breeze would return. Heads lolling towards the windows we rattled and bounced along potholed roads towards the dive resort.

On the bus we met Don Raja, a curious blend of indo-fijian native and Americanised westerner, who had left the island to study medicine and currently practises in San Francisco. He explained he was returning home for a family reunion and celebration, while also explaining that in his US life he hangs with 'old school gangsters' (his words, not mine), including on one occasion big Snoop Dogg. Diceman found this curious, because while Don Raja was whip thin, had a Lion of Juda rasta tattoo on his chest and was every inch the West Coast gangsta, he was equally every inch the traditionally raised elder son of a devout Hindu family. 'We worship Kali,' he explained, 'and every year as the eldest son I have to let a little blood in her name, even when I'm in the US.' He duly showed the scars from this bloodletting on his arm. I asked how he felt about that, compared with his hip hop life in the States (for all the violence of gangsta rap, after all, it never really incorporates ancient bloodletting ceremonies dedicated to a warrior god), but he seemed untroubled about reconciling the two. 'It's just tradition,' he shrugged.

We spent an uncomplicated few days at Volivoli while Sparklehorse did the diving thing (more on diving in a future post, Polly), and then it was back - in an  even hotter, even more crowded bus - to Nadi, to contend with more gangsters.

Before we left the capital for volivoli, we'd booked a trip to Taveuni, one of the outlying islands. At the recommendation of a waitress in the restaurant, we'd gone through a small agency in town. It was at the top of a flight of stairs in a sweaty internet cafe, and once we'd convinced them we didn't want one of their package tours (it only took half an hour), they booked us flights, and a very reasonable diving/accommodation package. A man claiming to be the boss had been very friendly, thanked us for supporting local business, and given us a ride back to our hotel in a taxi driven by his 'cousin'. We weren't totally convinced by any of this, but figured the ramshackle nature of the whole thing was just the Fiji way, and made sure to get everything in writing.

Back in Nadi, still unconvinced, we called the airlines to check our reservations: all fine. Good. Then I called the resort: they had never heard of us, of course. Bugger. On the phone we get to the agency, and put them in touch with the resort, and all is sorted out in the end, with no daylight robbery.

But this isn't the odd part of the tale. That came when Diceman went into town, alone, to pay the remaining balance for the trip. The boss man was there again. 'Ah, going to Taveuni? You need to buy kava!' he cried. And wouldn't you know it, he had a friend with a kava shop, and he'd be happy to take me there. It wasn't in town, no, we'd have to drive, just the two of us. No, no, you can't get kava in town. Only from special shops, like this one. And you have to take it, when visiting the islands, as a gift when visiting local villages.

The boss left briefly while Diceman wrangled with the travel agents, then I popped to the chemist. Outside the store another street boy stopped me with a high five and a cheery greeting. 'England! Motherland!' and so on. Did I want to see his shop? No. Did I want any weed today? You can see the pattern forming. While I talked to the shop assistant, the travel boss suddenly appeared by my side. 'Careful,' murmured the shop assistant under his breath, 'he is a conman.' I took my suntan lotion to the counter, where he wrote a receipt for me, on which he scribbled 'be careful with them.' Feeling increasingly unreal, I raised an eyebrow at him. 'See, you can tell by the packaging,' said the shop assistant, pretending to refer to a box of pills behind me, next to which the boss was standing.

A word about the 'packaging'. All the 'street boys', as they call them, are big Fijian guys, usually in sunglasses, always in bright shirts. They have dark faded tattoos on hands and arms, and are so friendly it's untrue. Their handshakes go on for a long time. After one meeting, you can tell them a mile off.

I left the store, feeling a little odd. The boss fell into step next to me. 'So, we go to my friend's shop!' No, I said, feeling very weird now, I'll just head back to the hotel. 'I'll give you a ride!' he said. No thanks, I said, I need to go to the supermarket first. 'No problem, I'll come to the shops with you!' All this with a guiding hand on my arm, shoulder, back... This was a new situation for Diceman. Whatever I said, ended with me, and him, in a car, going somewhere. 'Wait here, I go to drop this off,' he said, waving the medicine he'd 'coincidentally' been to the chemist's to buy. I glanced up the street and saw a bus ahead, and kept walking, now very much feeling like I was in some thriller. Ducking into the crowd I hopped on the bus, headed out of town, and that was the last we ever saw of the Boss. When  the travel agents dropped our tickets off the next day, there was no sign of him.

There's probably nothing sinister about this - I suspect it was just a clumsy attempt to get me to a shop,  where I'd feel compelled to buy stuff. But either way, not the slickest way to do business. Coupled with the reservation problems, the hotel staff telling  us that the travel company we'd used had a lamentable reputation, and then arriving at the airport to find the flight delayed by one hour, two hours, three hours, with nothing on the departure boards and no-one able to explain what was happening, we finally convinced ourselves that we were in the midst of some grand Hitchcockian stitch up, and that the airport, hotels, baggage handlers and even that stray cat over there were in on it.

But then we were called through to the plane, which looked real enough to me, and finally left Nadi and its clunking chicanery far behind, to begin the serious business of a relaxing island trip. More of that anon. Is there a moral? Well, it reinforces my view that you should always go with your hunch, when travelling: our feeling that the travel company wasn't quite right proved accurate, getting everything in writing meant we didn't get ripped off, and I'm certainly glad that I never even briefly entertained the notion of getting in a car with the Boss...but mainly, it just goes to show that you can't trust anyone in a bright hawaiian shirt.

Dari Wikipedia Bahasa Melayu, ensiklopedia bebas.

Hari Pekerja atau Hari Buruh adalah satu nama untuk pelbagai cuti tahunan yang diraikan pada 1 Mei (atau dalam permulaan bulan Mei). Akan tetapi sebenarnya hari ini disebut juga sebagai Hari Pekerja Antarabangsa, yang mana ia merupakan peringatan tentang kejayaan ekonomi dan sosial bagi pergerakan pekerja. Tarikh 1 Mei digunakan kerana pada tahun 1884,Persekutuan Persatuan Pekerja dan Buruh, yang diinspirasikan oleh kejayaan Parti Labour 1872 di Kanada, meminta lapan-jam waktu berkerja di Amerika Syarikat, dikuatkuasakan pada 1 Mei, 1886. Ini mengakibatkan mogok umum dan Mogok Haymarket tahun 1886, tetapi beransur-ansur juga di pejabat selama lapan-jam waktu bekerja.

Asal-usul
Idea gembira untuk menggunakan perayaan cuti proletariat sebagai cara untuk mencapai hari bekerja lapan jam dicetuskan di Australia. Para pekerja mengambil keputusan pada tahun 1856 untuk mengajurkan sehari pemberhentian sepenuhnya bersama dengan mesyuarat-mesyuarat dan hiburan sebagai demonstrasi demi hari bekerja lapan jam. Hari bagi perayaan ini ditetapkan pada 21hb April. Pada mulanya, pekerja Australia itu mengajurkan ini hanya bagi tahun 1856. Tetapi perayaan pertama ini membawa kesan yang sangat kuat pada golongan proletariat Australia, menghidupkan mereka dan membawa pemberontakan baru, sehingga keputusan diambil untuk mengulangi perayaan tersebut setiap tahun.

Sebenarnya, apakah yang dapat memberikan para pekerja semakin banyak keberanian dan kepercayaan pada kekuatan mereka sendiri daripada pemberhentian bekerja yang mereka sendiri telah menganjurkan? Apakah yang dapat memberikan lebih banyak keberanian kepada hamba-hamba abadi kilang-kilang dan bengkel-bengkel daripada pengaturan askar-askar mereka? Maka, idea perayaan proletariat diterima dengan laju dan, dari Australia, bermula menyebar ke negara-negara lain sehingga akhirnya ia telah menguasai seluruh dunia proletariat.

Di Amerika Syarikat, perarakan Hari Buruh yang pertama telah diadakan pada 5 September, 1882 oleh Pusat Kesatuan Buruh di bandaraya New York untuk memperingati pencapaian serta sumbangan tenaga pekerja di sana. Namun banyak kesatuan pekerja yang lebih radikal mahukan tarikh 1 Mei sebagai hari buruh. Pada tahun 1886, mereka mengambil keputusan bahawa 1hb Mei patut menjadi hari berhenti bekerja antarabangsa. Pada hari ini, 200,000 pekerja meninggalkan tempat bekerja dan menuntut hari bekerja lapan jam. Kemudiannya, pihak polis dan serangan perundangan menghalang para pekerja selama beberapa tahun daripada mengulangi demonstrasi [saiz] ini. Pada tahun 1887, Presiden Grover Cleveland telah memilih Isnin pertama bulan September dan bukannya 1 Mei sebagai hari buruh di AS kerana bimbang para pekerja akan memperingati rusuhan pekerja yang berlaku pada 4 Mei 1886. Pada 1894 Presiden Grover secara rasminya mengisyhtiharkan Isnin pertama bulan September sebagai hari buruh. [1]

Sementara itu, gerakan pekerja di Eropah telah bertumbuh dan menjadi segar. Perluahan paling kuat oleh gerakan ini berlaku di Kongres Pekerja Internasional pada tahun 1889. Di Kongres ini, yang dihadiri oleh empat ratus wakil, keputusan diambil bahawa hari bekerja lapan jam mesti menjadi yang pertama dituntut. Dengan itu, wakil kesatuan-kesatuan Perancis, pekerja Lavigne dari Bordeaux, mengutarakan bahawa tuntutan ini diluahkan di semua negara melalui pemberhentian bekerja antarabangsa. Wakil dari pekerja-pekerja Amerika menarik perhatian kepada keputusan komrad-komrad dia untuk bermogok pada 1hb Mei, 1890, dan Kongres mengambil keputusan untuk mengadakan perayaan proletariat antarabangsa pada tarikh ini.

Dalam kes ini, seperti tiga puluh tahun sebelum itu di Australia, para pekerja hanya memikirkan demonstrasi sekali. Kongres telah mengambil keputusan bahawa pekerja dari semua negara akan berdemonstrasi bersama bagi hari bekerja lapan jam pada 1hb Mei, 1890. Tidak ada sesiapa yang berucap mengenai pengulangan cuti itu bagi tahun-tahun akan datang. Sememangnya, tidak ada sesiapa yang dapat meramalkan betapa pantas idea ini akan berjaya dan betapa lajunya dipupuk oleh kelas-kelas pekerja. Namun, ia cukup untuk meraihkan Hari Mei [Pekerja] hanya sekali supaya semua orang memahami dan berpendapat bahawa Hari Mei mesti menjadi perayaan tahunan dan berterusan.

Satu haribulan Mei menuntut pengenalan hari bekerja lapan jam. Tetapi malah selepas matlamat ini telah dicapai, Hari Mei tidak dilepaskan. Selagi perjuangan pekerja menentang borjuasi dan kelas pemerintah berterusan, selagi segala tuntutan-tuntutan belum dicapai, Hari Mei akan menjadi perluahan tahunan bagi tuntutan-tuntutan ini. Dan apabila hari-hari yang lebih baik muncul, apabila kelas pekerja sedunia telah memenangi kejayaannya, pada masa itu juga umat manusia akan meraihkan Hari Mei dalam kehormatan bagi perjuangan-perjuangan pahit dan kemelaratan masa yang lalu.

According to Hindu faith, thousands of years ago sages who had the power to look in the past and future of the entire universe recorded the future of people who were living and who are going to live, in the form of Tamil verses, as Palm Leaf Manuscripts. The text is written in Vatteluttu, which is an ancient Tamil script. There are different schools of thought as to the author of these leaves. They were said to be written down by different Hindu sages, who had divine revelations. Some of the sages include Agasthiya, Brighu, Kaushika, Vyasa, Kagabujandar, Valmiki and Vasishtha. This doctrine of astrology was made famous by astrologers around the Vaitheeswaran Temple in the state of Tamil Nadu and is still practiced around the temple by their descendants.

The source point of Nadi Astrology leaves can be traced back to approximately more than 2000 years. These Nadi leaves were initially stored in the premises of Tanjore Saraswati Mahal Library of Tamilnadu. The British rulers later showed interest in the Nadi leaves concerned with herbs and medicine, future prediction etc; but ironically left most of the Nadi prediction leaves to their loyal people. Some leaves got destroyed and the remaining were auctioned during the British rule. These Nadi leaves were obtained and possessed by the families of astrologers in Vaitheeswaran Temple. This is an art passed down the years from one generation to the other.

The notion that astrologers claim these predictions were made for all human beings who have lived or will ever live is not completely true. Nadi astrologers say only a certain number of souls' future predictions are there in the leaves. They are reported cases of exact match in the past details and future predictions. Since the prophecy is written in the form of Tamil verses, their interpretation is subject to the nadi astrologer's way of understanding and interpreting them. But those who can understand poetic Tamil (professors, etc.) can understand the verses without the help of an astrologer.

There is a perception that a person's past is described fairly accurately by Nadi astrologers but the predictions about the person's future are not quite as accurate. Some have ascribed the presence of a favorite deity (or even an invisible ghost) whispering about a person's past into the nadi astrologer's ears as they do a palm leaf reading but this notion is not widely accepted.

But as time passes by, I slowly fall in love with them. In life, we have to always expect the unexpected. Who ever knew that I actually found the true meaning of love and friendship there? I found my now ex boyfriend there. And of cause, I found my kambengs there. Not forgetting, there’s asy and Juliana danker (hehe) and azm too.

Gahh. I miss hanging out with them. I miss those days where we took endless pictures at esplanade. I remembered there’s one time; we randomly sang the acappella version of this song. I forget the title but the songs starts off with “ when the night…has come”. I remembered us, snapping our fingers while singing “sheebab sheebab” Konon background music lah gitu. Haha. I don’t know why, but I’m suddenly missing these nadi-ans so much. And I really wish asy was there yesterday. Sigh.

Ok lah, I’m done blabbering. Ive finally upload all those pictures. I don’t know about you guys, but I found most of these pictures really funny. Us, nadians, have lots of facial expression eh?

Jamil.

Taz and niz.

I really have no idea what they’re doing.

Love love =)

Fisherman’s friend. Heh.

Ok the following two pictures turned out unplanned.

First. Shidah’s tongue was out, whereas for me, my face errrrrm entahlah eh.

Then it was my turn to stick my tongue’s out. And shidah took over my facial expression. Haha. Weird weird.

We were planning our game plan. And I of cause, was the most stressed up one.

She’s really as light as a feather. Geez

Ok, this picture you have to take an extra look at it. Focus on the left side of the picture. It really looks as if all three of us were trying to catch the food package thrown by the Salvation Army via the helicopter. But apparently sarina didn’t want to share it with Niz. So she used her big palm (exaggerating sikit) to push Niz away. Out of the places, she pushed her face away..Hahahaha. I practically rolled down on the floor laughing when I first saw this photo.

ok, shidah dah pancit.

Fishball cheeks.

See see. I told you ain was up to no good. She wanted to meletopkan my balloon. Using her sharp fingernails you know!

So after that telematch, we’re off to play much less tiring games. We played charade but sue’s version. Instead of acting it out, we have to hum out songs. Haha. We were laughing so hard. I didn’t get to take any pictures cause I was too nervous to do so. Apparently all the songs listed are malay songs. I rarely listen to malay songs, you know. When it was my turn, I had to hum out this song “ 1,2, 3 kucing berlari” Ape seh. Seumur hidop, I've never heard of that song before. So I hummed out that riddle instead. Thank god, my group members managed to figure it out. If not, I become belo for no reason -____-

Then next was bbq. Woohoo. And yeah yeah, I was that mualaf (sp?) and I was also that sotong. Thanks lah ain. Aku syg kau byk2. Pfft.

“Kau nmpk tong nie??”- My favorite phrase for that day. Heh.

Julie =)

Ok I’m done. All thanks to sue, everything turns out perfectly well. And yes han was there too. We’re cool now =) 

P.s: Fir, please beep2 me once you’re awake. iwbw. Heh.