Kita Kamu

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my head is now flowers with memories

*senyum lebar sesangat*

I am lordhosni..if u are watching this..u r the ressistant

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The Crying Princess

Just got back from Johor, the land of Maksiat. My brother just got married to his fiancee, whom is from a village called Kampung Puteri Menangis, near Sekolah Kebangsaan Senang Hati at small town of Pontian. Johoreans indeed have remakable sense of humor when it comes to giving names.

Been appointed as a pengapit, or loosely tranlaslated the groom's bestman, both my parents gone through all the trouble, just to get my hair trimmed. However, their mature and obviously good looking son is so babel (damn stubborn), which, they finally hav to accept the fact that my hair will remain long like this on the pelamin (altar) at their new besan's house in Johor.

It is not the in norm of my family, to take pictures. In fact, we dun even have any camera! So, for events like this, the first marriage in the family, camera is indeed a must have thing. However, the economic policy of my father, will never allow any of his penny, to be allocated to purchase a camera.

This is the time where my Nokia Daun came in handy. However, it is undeniable, that pictures took by it, is damn low quality. The cam on my sis's fon also is damn low quality. She wud never want to have anything at his hand when we are attending the feast. And being a pengapit lelaki in a Johorean wedding ceremony, I need both of my hand to hold the kipas and also to pay the "tolls" (ask the Johoreans bout this). So, who should keep my fon and take the pictures? My parents are totally out in this technological matter.

So, to have the long story short, there are no single picture of me, being the pengapit, except for those captured by the cameramen hired by the wedding host.

Pathetic.

But I dun really give a damn, I just prayed that all the bersanding things to be quick, and off to the table, special for the couple and our delegation from Terengganu.

I dun give a damn to the damn polluted songs sang by a bloody old Johorean, nor to the ladies who keep saying "Makan la..makan la.." to our delegation.

I just warm the chair, beside my father and my sister, and finish all the dishes that i cud get my hands on.

Owh..it was heaven.

Fried prawns attached to pineapple, squids stuffed with eggs, satays, fried red fish poured with sweet n sour sauces, and all other dishes that i cant even name it. Owh dear...

Bloated, we dashed back to Kuantan for one night, and off back to Terengganu where preparations have to be arranged. God, the walimatul urus is on this Thursday. May God bless the ceremony.

Now came another problem. My morning sleep is now often been disturbed by the shouts from my parents.

"Bangun la! tolong ayah tu angkat beras! Berkampit-kampit Ayah beli tu!"

"Hosni! tolong amek pandan! Pastu turunkan pinggan mangkuk dari kabinet!"

"Basuh porch!"

"Cuci la bilik air tu! Orang kan nak datang!"

"Kemas!"

"Tolong ayah tebang buluh"

"Amek periuk2 besar dari surau!"

And many more. My advice to you, if your siblings is getting married, persuade your parents to book a hall for the feast, and get a catering service!

This is a pathetic story of a lazy-ass handsome guy. I am Lord Hosni, If you are reading this, you are the Ressistant.


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Mutiara Za'ba I

“Kehidupan didunia ini ialah kehidupan beramal atau bekerja, kehidupan berjuang dan berlawan bermati-matian seperti dalam perlumbaan. Tiap-tiap seorang hendaklah menjalankan bahagiannya sendiri dengan tidak bergantung kepada orang akan menjalankannya, tidak berharap kepada pertolongan orang akan menyempurnakannnya.”

“ Perangai bergantung kepada diri sendiri itu boleh dikata akar tunjang atau umbi kepada kejayaan; kerana asas tempat berdiri segala lemajuan naik untuk meningkat kepada kemenangan. Ia tetap akan mengalakkan siapa2 yang bersifat dengannya itu bekerja keras, dan tetap akan memimpin seseorang itu berusaha dengan cergas dan bersungguh-sungguh. Perangai itu tidak akan memberi peluang kepada tabiat suka bertawakkal buta atau berserah kepada nasib semata2 – iaitu suatu tabiat yang selalu menjadikan orang jauh ketinggalan di belakang, menjauhkan mutu kemanuasiaannya dan merendahkan hal kehidupannya. ”

“ Dalam pada itu tidaklah pula menjadi sifat kekurangan jika kita meminta panduan dan nasihat kepada orang yang lebih akalnya dan yang bijak fikirannya, walau siapa jua asalkan dipercayakan ia sentiasa benar dan tulus ikhlas pada segala perkataannya; kerana dengan jalan demikian nescaya seseorang dapat menambahkan akal-akal lain kepada kalnya sendiri. Hanya tidaklah sayugia ia berbuat demikian hingga kepada had yang menjadikan dia kelesa dan lemah; jika diperbuatynya sampai begitu nescaya hilanglah kesendiriannya dan lucut kekuatannya dan kecergasannya. ”

Dipetik daripada;

Perangai Bergantung Kepada Diri Sendiri ( karya Za'ba)

Bab 1 ( Wajibnya mendapat kejayaan ) - Fasal 1

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Home Sweet Home

Woke up at the strike of noon, I irritated my sister again as I already promised her to make kebab for our breakfast. And I have already broke my promise since yesterday. Perhaps I will fulfill it tomorrow.

Actually my mother has already woke me up a few hours earlier, asking me to buy potatoes. Well, get my hair wet a lil bit, wash my face, and off to Kedai Runcit Embak with my bike, and shout “Ketang skelo!” to my dear Embak, pay RM2.50, and rode back to home and off to bed again!

Today my lunch was superb! Mak made bergedel daging masak kicap! Owh! No wonder she asked me to buy potatoes. I ate my brunch (breakfast+lunch) with a smile, munching every juicy begedel on the dish plate, indulging each of my taste buds.

For the first time in this holiday, I finally eat something that is called home-made food. One may expect that the youngest child like me will be pampered and treated like king whenever back home. One might expect that my mom will cook the best for me.

Well, my case is a lil bit different. The first dinner at home after months of Baccalaureating is McD. The next day lunch was instant noodle, which I made it for my mom and I. Dinner that night was Hentam Sajalah Fried Rice by Chef Hosni. Lunch the very next day was catfish (bought), and the dinner is Spaghetti Mushroom + garlic bread, also by Chef Hosni. Yesterday lunch was sotong bakar and telur dadar, also by Chef Hosni, and for dinner, I ate Roti Tempayan, (bought at a night market nearby).

May be it sounds pathetic, but I think it is interesting to cook for your family. My mom always counts on me to cook for the family rather than counting on my sister, who is as lazy as Garfield. For Chinese, food symbolizes wealth. Food means prosperity and fortune. Every grain of rice, every piece of meat, every drops of oil, every packet of flour, should be cherished. Something I agree on with them.

Family is a group of strangers that are with you since your first breath. Whether you realize or not, you are what your family are. They influence you in many ways in your life. They gave a lot to you and they are still giving. In appreciation, give something to them back.

We live by what we get and we enjoy it by what we give.

Life is once. Appreciate it. Appreciate whatever in you have in your life.


This is Lord Hosni the Wise. If you are reading this, you are the Resistant.

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Akhirnya...

AKhirnya, setelah berbulan-bulan lamanya mencari, dari toko Kinokuniya hinggalah ke Borders,

Khazanah melayu unggul ini kujumpa juga!!!!!!!!!


Pendita Za'ba - Perangai Bergantung Kepada Diri Sendiri


"Kekayaan saudagar pada pundi-pundi emasnya,
kekayaan pendita pada keping-keping kertasnya"


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