Sinatra_Z -

She was a first class graduate, paid of her study loans and married her college sweetheart. 

She was working with a renown IT Company, coding, writing, managing projects for a bit. She was really good at what she did, though the long hours and weekend working slug, the usual stress is there but overall she's okay with it. 

He was doing well as well,
the corporate world loves him as she had always expected. Smart, well dressed, assertive, emanating leadership values, all those mumbo jumbo fancy terms you hear or read in motivational books. 

Then she got pregnant. 

She was ecstatic, he was ecstatic. 

Maybe it was motherhood instinct, maybe it was because he was doing so well, whatever it was she decided to stay home, nurturing and raising her little children, Nuraina 2.0 as she sees it. 

I'll learn how to bake, maybe I'll sell cupcakes online, bake Tiramisus and sell baby clothes through blogs and such. 

Her Tiramisus are too sweet, her cupcakes looks horrid... 

Now she's with two kids,

and he is getting busier by the day, flying off to some outstation assignment. 

Driving in her sedan, picking up Suhaila from school, dropping Uzail at some overpriced fancy islamic kindergarten.

Posting pictures of kids, babies and cookies on Facebook. 

Listen about rants by other young mothers, latest hijab fashion, they call it hijab these days, watching Ustazah Bahiyyah on TV or listening to Fazillah Kamsah telling her how to be happy. 

 Cheerful mom eh? 

Happiness is this? Well partly it's this. 

Once Suhaila and Uzail are tucked in, or whether Aiman is asleep or outstation, it is then when she slids out the XPS.

Mackbooks are for cookies, pictures and social thingiess... To look at cute things or baby crap. 

XPS.... Well XPS is for me. 

Logs into her VPN, then once she feels safe, logs into the chatroom...

#El1t3kn1ghtz 

    <Lady77Medusa> Wassup boys
    <Lady77Medusa> Miss me?
    <0r10nstar> You're late!
    <0r10nstar> Bloody hell this isn't an 8th grade dating where the chick is supposed to                                 be casually late.
    <Lady77Medusa> Sorry boys, was busy jerking off to a LMFAO video clip 
    kinky.... 
    <**aster1sk**> well at least you're not jerking off to a bieber clip LOL 
    <Lady77Medusa>; sorry yo, I'm no lesbian, don't jerk off watching a girl sing :P 
    <0r10nstar> okay enough with the chatter we got shit to do
    <0r10nstar> you all behind VPNs? 
    <**aster1sk**> roger that 
    <Lady77Medusa> as far as my IP add is concerned, I'm a hooker from Amsterdam
    ready and waiting
    set sail and good to go 
    <**aster1sk**> where's zergling? 
    <0r10nstar> he's out from this gig
    <0r10nstar> says he has some real life shit to take care of
    <0r10nstar> anyway i'll be taking his part for now, as for the rest make sure you're                                     encrypted all the time.
    <0r10nstar> GMT 0000 we'll hit the fan, as we planned, for glory, for revolution, for                                   the future! 
    <Lady77Medusa> Viva la resistance! 


Cupcakes?
Puddings was never her thing, PHP.... Now we're talking.... 


-to be continued-

Sinatra_Z

I think....

I need to reinvent.....

Sinatra_Z - The Answer

As the wind blows through the opened sliding door, caressing through the walls and waltzing around the hall, like a perfect dancing partner a sweet tingling sensation of the violin caresses the ambience...

Hamzah Dolmat and Keroncong,
sadly in the days where music is judged by what is seen rather than what is heard, this legendary Malay violinist shall never be known except by the obscure few who insists on listening to songs serenaded by those who are long gone.

As he sits on that black leathered sofa, a rather muscular feature that stands out in this soothing surrounding, he lights his pipe...

"You do realise that thing can kill you..."

With his eyes duly concentrated in making sure that he gets an even burn on the tobacco....

"My answer to this rather incovinient fact that you just mentioned is just as same as my concern towards your marital status..."

"Which is?"

"I don't really care"

Sinatra_Z - 14 year old kid

On a flight to Jakarta there was this boy who sat by me,
he said hi, introduced himself and asked me from where did I came from.

Now it was a KLM flight, it came from Holland and made a Transit in KL before landing in Jakarta. So the kid was somewhat curious to have a conversation with someone from a foreign land or something.

I said I was from Kuala Lumpur.

He was somewhat surprised, the pleasant sort of surprise.

"Oh really? I'm from Kuching!"

"Ahh that's nice, I was born in Kuching."

After a brief history on why I was born in Kuching kid continued asking..

"You go there for work mister?"

"No, I'm going for a short holiday"

"Wow really, me too, me and my family are going to visit my father's friend, he is a chinese guy who lives in Jakarta."

"That's nice..."

"You know, even though he is Chinese, he cannot use his name, because Indonesia don't like Chinese people, the last leader, Suharto dont like chinese so they say cannot all must throw the name. They a bit racist like that. Unlike Malaysia they don't want people from China to come and want the chinese to go back to China. So that's why ah they all don't speak chinese and there are very few Chinese people in Jakarta, my father's friend is one of the few of them there..."

"How old are you kid?"

"I am fourteen, why do you ask?"

"Nothing I was just wondering...."

I just couldn't bear to point out the irony that in a Dutch Airline, bound for Indonesia, we are two Malaysians conversing in English.

On the flight back to Kuala Lumpur, I was surrounded by a family of Indonesian Chinese, going for a holiday to KL I think, siblings with babies and such, pretty noisy bunch, by which during entire flight, they all spoke Indonesian...

I wanted to tell the kid that,
actually there are many Chinese in Jakarta, it's just that, Unlike in Kuching... In Jakarta you got to look really closely to tell the difference.

But he's just fourteen.... I'll let him discover porn first...

Sinatra_Z - Hectic

LIMA is over,
was an exhibitor there.

Been sick the past 3 weeks or so,
hope to recover soon, which is why you don't see much update.

Hope to start again writing soon.

Anyway it's december,
time to reflect on the year, or in my case, time to take some time off to rest.

Good Night

Sinatra_Z - Spare me your SPAMS (BBM Users)

I own a Blackberry,
a cheap curve 3G Blackberry, not that great. The rubber button on top which also is the MUTE button peeled off last month and since I had to press that button to Unlock this blackberry so I had to change the whole damn casing.

And Since Blackberry us no Nokia the whole thing costs me about 160. One hundred bloody sixty for the cheapest blackberry 3G model.

It's not that I can't afford a nicer model it's just that I'm cheap, so 160 pisses me off. Anyway, there was a bunch of casings to choose from and the shop owner suggested the original piece, but since I was going to blow some money over this might as well pick a casing that makes my blackberry look unique and lo and behold I pick a dark Blue casing.

Dude was looking at me and asking me twice whether I was sure, and so I was very darn sure.

And now I have a blackberry that looks like a blueberry and often people mistake it for a cheap handphone toy one may find at Giant Hypermarket Taman Permata.

Blueberry Blackberry.

But putting things aside, with it's price and crappy apps and OS I actually like my Blackberry and the chief reason for that is the Blackberry Messenger.

Blackberry Messenger is like the nut in M&Ms, without it it's just like a clourful sweet chocolate, makes the difference between M&M and Smarties.

But of course,
though I love the technology, like many things I just can't stand the bloody users.

Imagine getting spams daily,
these days out of the 10 dings I get from my BBM 9 of them would be some retard spamming something crappy, either some advice coming from someone, a list of crappy jokes or just some retarded greetings like

"Good morning my BBM frenszzzz Luv U allz 4eva!!"

And it get's really bloody annoying,
when I get a Ping in the middle of the night, and fearing that perhaps a lonely hot chick may need some company in the middle of the lonely quiet night and all she can think of is me though that may be quite remote and as unlikely as a million rabid monkeys typing shakespeare over some parallel universe BUT IT MIGHT HAPPEN...

Lo and Behold

I get an asshole spamming me with advices on how to be a good man or insignificant news like dogs getting rabies on the testicles in rural china so authorities are clamping down on dog meat buffets.

Please....

No matter How awesome you might think that advice may be,
or the fact that if you forward this message to your friends you dreams will come true.

Do me a favour..

Spare me your SPAMS

Sinatra_Z - Dalam hati ada taman

Kalau anda bandingkan antara ucapan yang dibuat dalam Bahasa Melayu dan Bahasa Inggeris untuk tajuk dan isi yang sama, anda akan dapati Bahasa Inggeris hanya memerlukan separuh dari masa yang diperlukan berbanding dengan Bahasa Melayu.

Ini adalah kerana dalam ucapan Bahasa Melayu banyak masa akan dihabiskan pada perenggan pembukaan yang biasanya berbunyi seperti berikut:

“Assalamualaikum, Salam sejahtera, Salam Satu Malaysia, yang berusaha tuan pengerusi majlis, Encik Saapari Yakoop Deraman juga merangkap selaku tuan rumah kita pada hari ini. Yang Berhormat Dato Dr Tuan Haji Ahmad Supardi bin Dato Seri Tuan Haji Abu Hurairah, Adun bagi kawasan Gopeng Jaya, tak lupa juga yang berbahagia Tuan Haji Daud Deraman Misbun, Ketua Kampung Kepayang Hilir Simpang Pulai, Yang berbahagia Naib Ketua Kampung merangkap tok siak Masjid As Sobirin Kampung Kepayang Hilir, Cikgu Yeop Zambahari Kulop Udi, ahli-ahli Jawatankuasa kemajuan kampung, hadirin dan hadirat yang dirahmati sekelian. Syukur kepada Allah kerana dapat kita berkumpul pada hari ini untuk bersama-sama kita bersua dan memperbincangkan hal kemajuan kampung ini, namun sebelum saya meneruskan ucapan saya ini ingin saya memberikan serangkap pantun, Pulau Pandan Jauh ke…..”

http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/2011/11/24/dalam-hati-ada-taman/