Archive for November, 2010

Mr Guitarist.

He may look kinda geeky,

‘Cause he plays with robots everyday,

But believe me he is not ordinary,

Listen to me for what I say.


In T-shirt and jeans he looks like a boy,

I said “Hey!”, he said “Oi!”,

Optimus Prime is his toy,

He is after all – Uncle Boy.


Tashya’s Ink is his band,

He plays guitar with his right hand,

When he performs he looks hot,

You hear girls screaming, but I fear not.


Cute and cuddly like Yogi Bear,

Kind and sweet are what he is,

A lot of things that we share,

He is my one and only – Mr. Guitarist.

.Iriz Iziad Abdullah.

p.s: Iriz is my cousin.


Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda.

My cousin shared this poem with me. This poem was read in the movie – Patch Adams. It is really sweet and beautiful and that’s why I want to share it with all of you. Enjoy!

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire;

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers,

And thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problems or pride;

I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving.

But this, in which there is no I or You,

So intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

So intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

Aaaaaaaaahh. Isn’t it beautiful? I’ll find more and post it on my blog. And not to worry, I’ll even write my very own poems too. All you have to do is just wait and be patient. hehe.

Dottie’s Childhood Memories.

I read today’s newspaper and I came across a 2-page article on coming of age too soon (NST – pages 14 &15). Funny, when I first got my period I thought it was not normal. Why you might ask? Because I reached puberty at the age of 15. Yes, I did not type it wrongly, i did reach puberty at the age of 15. I still remember the date, it was 22nd December 2004. When I was 13, the whole class had already gotten their period except yours truly. I was embarrassed with my other classmates as they were twice my size, their female assets had started to grow and I was just a little girl with a ponytail, sometimes 2 ponytails, who was as flat as a plywood and as chubby as Doraemon (no, not really THAT chubby. I was just being a little bit dramatic).

No one in my class knew that I haven’t reached puberty. At that time, I felt I wasn’t normal and to make things worst, I started to think that I might be a hermaphrodite! I wished I had my period when I was 9 or 10 and I could be like my other friends, who to me, were normal (at that time). When I read this article, I now know that it isn’t really a good thing. Besides, the earlier you get your period, the earlier you’ll get your menopause and you can’t have babies anymore.  So girls out there who are 12 and haven’t gotten your period, fear no more as it is a good thing. On average, Malaysian girls reach puberty between 9 and 13 and a half years old, so it is normal. Unless you are 18 but still haven’t gotten your period, do consult your physician.

OK, enough with the so-called advice. Moving on to what this article is all about.

Many were wondering, as an only child, what do I do to fill in my time. Well, I would gladly answer, the same things that you do except I do it alone most of the time. I’m still a normal person, minus the fact that I don’t have someone to grow up with or someone to share all my toys with. This article that I’m writing is about the things that I did when I was small and the things that I still do now. If you’re an only child reading this, your experience might differ from what I’m about to write. You might also been brought up in a totally different environment. If you are a writer, then you should write the same thing too.

You see, I was born and raised in a small town somewhere in Perak called Ipoh. If you don’t know where that is, Click Here. When I was born, my late Step Granddad (who brought up Mummy) was still alive and he wanted me to be a ballet dancer. Believe it or not, this is coming from a pious man but what to do, he loved me so much and i think he thought ballet dancers are pretty. Mummy rejected the idea because she said as i grow older, it is not appropriate for a young lady to show off their undies to live audience. (If I were a ballet dancer, I would have been slim and thin and what Malay people call it, ‘lemah lembut’). I am sometimes very clumsy and a bit rough, but sometimes I am ‘manja’ too and only few people know this. So ballet is totally out of the list, here are the things that I did instead.


I started swimming when I was about 3 or 4. The person who I should be thanking is Papa because without him, I would have drowned because I had a very ’round’ shaped stomach when I was small (and I still do, only a thin layer of fat due to lack of sit ups). It was only when I was 7 I started to take it to the next level. My parents hired a swimming coach to teach me the various technics of swimming. I learned back stroke, butterfly style and free style. I entered few swimming competitions but didn’t win anything. Few years later, I realized that swimming is not really something that I would do seriously and I should just do it recreationally.


Papa also was the one who taught me how to ride a bike. Of course, he first bought me a tricycle and as I grew older he bought me a real bicycle. I still remember the first time I could ever rode the bicycle by myself. It was in front of my house and Papa helped me push the bike, a usual practice that we did, and I didn’t realize that he pushed me and I rode happily alone. I looked back and saw Papa waving at me. I was ecstatic! Ever since that day, I only cycle in the evening at 5.30pm onwards as I can’t be under the hot sun.


I had my first cat, Tammy Boy Adik when I was 4. I practically grew up with him. I spent a lot of time with him. Everyday when I arrive home from school, he’d wait for me at the front door. He knows when exactly is the time to wait. He has a very strong instinct. I still remember when he was still a kitten, every morning when I drink nestum straight from my “botol susu” in front of the TV, he will come running and sit on my chest and wanted some nestum. I had to fight with him over a bottle of nestum. *tears* He was my partner in crime, my cat and my brother. He passed away in 2004. He was 10 years old. P/S : I stopped drinking from my botol susu when I was 10.


Being and only child living in a house full of 40+ folks (a polite way to say ‘old folks’) is something rather unique perhaps? I don’t know how to describe it. All I can say is I could totally understand how Benjamin Button felt when he was young. Hehe. So anyway, when you’re the youngest person in the house, you have no one to play with. Yes the old folks did play with me when I was small but they tend to get tired. My best friend ever since I could read are books. Mummy used to read to me and as I grow older, I read by myself. I don’t remember exactly how many books that I have read and I must say my favorite book for now would be “The Lieutenant’s Lover” by Harry Bingham.


Since I can’t really be involved in outdoor activities, I took up indoor activities and the one thing that I’m serious about until now is bowling. I started playing bowling ever since I was 12. It all began when Papa organized a tournament for his colleagues. I joined it for pleasure and I really enjoyed playing bowling. That day I realized that I really want to take this sport seriously. After the tournament, she kept on taking me play bowling. From there, Mummy could see how enthusiast I was at the bowling alley. And so, Mummy bought me a bowling ball, bowling shoes, hand guard and a bowling bag for me. She even enrolled me to bowling classes. My first coach was Shirley Chow, a former National Bowler (in the ’80s, if I’m not mistaken). I played straight ball at first and after a while, Aunty Shirley asked me to get another ball and play Hook Ball. Once I’m ready, I played professionally and played for Perak for a very short time because I had to stop and concentrate on my PMR. It was 2004. After SPM, I was enrolled in UiTM Penang and I played bowling for my campus. I had participated and organized numerous tournaments. I really love bowling and do play until now.


I always loved English subject and ever since kindergarten, I scored high marks in English especially essays. I noticed my special gift (cehh poyo!). OK, not gift, talent since I was 14. I know, it’s quite late to discover your talent. How did I find out this talent of mine? I first wrote a song in 2004, that was when my cat, Tammy Boy Adik died. I was really depressed as he was like a brother to me. I really enjoy writing and I feel so peaceful. I know it sounds weird but I express myself better in writing. I also write poems and articles.

For now, only these 6 things I want to share with you. I’ll write more on it some other time (when I remember them). Tq for reading!

When I was 3.


When A Man Loves A Woman by Percy Sledge.

This song is one of my all time favorites. I salute Percy Sledge!


Smile by Uncle Kracker

I listen to this song whenever I’m sad and it immediately brightens up my day. Enjoy!

Kucing Saya (My cat)

My sleeping partner

No, he didn't snap this picture by himself.

He thinks he is the cat version of male Cleopatra.


People say a picture worth a thousand words. 6 pictures? You get the idea.

p/s: Add Acho on Facebook —–> TAMMY BOY ACHO

The day i bought a new nail clipper

Friday, 6th August 2010.

I finished work at 5pm. I went home straight from the hotel. When i reached the parking lot, i decided to drop by the convenient store which is located on the ground floor of my apartment. My finger nails were long but sadly i didn’t own a nail clipper – i had to borrow from one of my housemates ever since i moved to Putrajaya. *malu* So anyway, i went to the store and finally got my very own nail clipper! (and also a packet of Twiggies and some chocolates). Right after paying, i went up to my house. People say when something is about to happen no matter good or bad, you’ll definitely feel it. I didn’t feel good at all when i was walking towards my house right after stepping out of the elevator. I reached the front door, unlock the lock, grill and got into the house. No one was at home. My housemates (also trainees at Putrajaya Shangri-La) finish work at 5.30pm because they were in different departments. I took off my shoes and unlock the door and entered.

The first thing i realised was my curtain was flowing and the windows were opened. The table was very near the window and all my things were scattered all over the place and i thought “OH MY GOD!! SOMEONE OPENED MY WINDOWS AGAIN AND THIS TIME HE/THEY TOOK SOMETHINGS WITH THEM! MUMMYYYYYYY!!!” So i called Mummy straight away. As i was talking to her,  I walked towards the window and found out that my watch box and jewellery box were missing. The chair was pulled to the window. While still talking to Mummy telling her what was stolen, I had the greatest shock in my life when i realised my laptop bag was wide opened and my laptop was GONE! I shouted “MUMMYYYYY! THEY TOOK MY LAPTOP TOOOOOOOO! AND MY BROADBAND AND MY HEADPHONEEEE! *cry*”

I felt my hands were cold which is normal to me when I’m shocked or surprised because i have low-blood pressure (that’s why i sometimes faint). Mummy calmed me down and told me to call the hotel straight away(because the house belongs to the hotel) and report to the police. I called Miss Apple Tan, the Training Manager and she said there’s nothing they can do about it and i have to report to the police straight away first. So i called Yunus and he came over and took me to the nearby Police Station (Balai Polis Presint 11). I got out of my apartment, shivering and sat in the car quietly. I had mixed feelings, sad + pissed off + sad. My eyes were already red and puffy due to the crying i did all the way from the minute i knew they took my laptop to the minute i arrived at the police station. The officer took my details asked me what had happened and what was taken. This is what was actually written on the police report:

Laptop jenama FTEC  – hitam

Kotak jam Fossil yang mengandungi kad warranty jam tangan

Kotak aksesori Ted Baker yang mengandungi beberapa aksesori (perhiasan diri)

Lain-lain barang tidak dapat dipastikan lagi. Saya syaki barang-barang milik saya telah dicuri.

When it was time for us to go into the detective’s room, he asked me a lot of questions including:

“Laptop tahun bila beli? Berapa harga? Kalau jual sekarang berapa dapat” and he taught me how to calculate depreciation and i was like “Eh Pak Cik ni terer accounts la!” Next he asked me:

“Dalam kotak jam tu ada jam tak?” And i said no, i’m wearing the watch. I just bought it for a week now. What was in the box was only the warranty. After i told him that, he started laughing macam tak ingat dunia and i was like “Eh betul ke dia ni detective? Macam err tak betul je?” I asked him why did he laughed he said “Adik, saya nak tanya satu soalan. Kalau adik pergi mana-mana nak jual jam tangan adik pakai tu, ada nilai tak?” I answered yes. He continued “Satu lagi. Kalau adik bawak warranty tu pergi mana-mana nak jual, ada nilai tak?” and he started laughing yet again and i told myself, AGAIN?? Is this guy for real?? “Pak Cik, ini bukan masa sesuai untuk bergurau senda ya. Saya sedang tensi dengan apa yang sedang berlaku, tolongla jangan naikkan darah saya. TOLONGLAH!” That was what i wanted to say to the detective but i never did.  I know what he said was true but I used money to buy that watch and not his ugly moustache! I get his point but they did ask me what was taken and i answered what they had asked me. Don’t blame me for saying anything stupid. Haiih!

After about an hour and a half listening to his crap, we headed home. Yunus sent me and i had to wait for another detective to come over to the house to check for fingerprints. An hour after i reached home, Inspector Nazirah came with an old police officer who looked like who was going to retire soon with a briefcase. They snapped few pictures and later went outside and opened the briefcase. I was like “Wow! Macam CSI la!” I mean, hey, i was amazed! They went back after spent time about half an hour. I entered my house, bathed and continued checking on items that got stolen. I found out 6 more items were missing and they are:

  • laptop cable
  • broadband
  • headphone
  • scientific calculator
  • digital camera charger
  • pencil bag which i had used since school days (including my favorite and oldest pencil

That night i couldn’t sleep at all thinking how in the world could they did that! And i was scared that the thief might come back again. In the end i could not sleep for several nights feeling scared and depressed. I pray that who ever did this to me will burn and rot in hell. Allah knows who he/they are and only Allah can repay what they had done to me.

So, that was what happened on the day I bought a new nail clipper.

These are what was left in the laptop bag. 😦