muka ku muka mu jua...part 2

Hmm, what this few guys have in common....donny osmond, ray romano(everybody love raymond), and the lead singer of green day?...yupp...hmm...they are among those who were said to look like me, vice versa. Great coincidence ..or pure joke about me...but tah laa..

The donny osmond thing, hmm, it was from abang sharul and Kak Is, executive producer TV3. While sitting and chatting with maya with abang shahrul, out of sudden..abang sharul uttered.."maya, adli ni nampak macam siapa?" and maya was like .."hmm...he look like...hmm...h******e laa..."...and abang sharul continued.."macam donny osmond kan..?" and maya looked at me...and said that.."haha, tah laa, maybe zaman zaman abng sharul kot..haha..., u look much better than him"....okay, i'm not saying that maya "puji" me here, yet the point is..donny osmond. Believe me at that point, i was thinking osbourne, because i was not sure who is osmond. But, i guess that was only true among Kak Is and abang sharul, and few people around their era, at TV3.

One night, not sure when, but i was in my room in hukm, when suddenly Adlin called.."Li tengok TV cepat, tengok (MTV ker emmy) award"...and i said "napa?" .."tengok laa...,ada muka sebijik macam ko!!" ...and i said..."aku kat bilik laa..mana ada tV. apa greenday ker..?" ...and adlin..."haa....sebijik gila...aku tengok terus terus aku ingat kat ko!!"...so...hmm, as it sound, adlin's comment was not the first. Several people had mentioned about that as well, and i remember one of them is Aunty Faridah, one of Sahabat's HUKM. "Adli, semalam aunty tengok MTV, this one video clip, apa..tajuk dia...american idiot something, the singer look exactly like you...aunty suka lagu tu..." ...and at that point, puan seri evelyn was like, look at me weirdly.."ehh, tak laa..., yer ker adli?" ...

Ray ramona thingy is not that popular, it was from my relatives. We were watching everybody love raymond, went someone said, "macam li kan.."...hmm, haha. But i guess, among my family, i really look like my uncle, ayah ngah hadi, or my maternal granmother, which both are more logical, and related to me...

But, among the greatest thing about this...was a stranger, who were browsing thro my profile, either friendster or yahoo, and mailed me with this photo....saying .."I think, u look like him"....I'm not sure if i know that person who mail me....or even the person in the photo....but it was amazing to have stanger on d net saying dat ...and relate me to another stranger...haha

my comment, about this few guys....hmm, i can't say i totally don't look like them..maybe some features are the same, from certain angle, or whatever, plus every single eyes and brain, is made differently by ALLah. How do i feel..? Hmm, tah laa, at that kelakar, proud kekadang, malu kekadang but most of the time ..wondering and pondering. Looking at the many coincidence of look, it came to me, is my face too common, that it look like many other things?...hmm..tah laa...but alhamdulilah, that other things is not a mangkuk, or pinggan or other things.haha...

macam muka...

have u ever like meeting people, at functions, clinic, wards etc, and they suddenly look at you thoroughly, and u know that something is there. "Are you related to En etc etc?" or "Ni anak etc etc" or "U r etc etc etc..". And most of the time, it is not right, what they are thinking. and they will go, "ohh, u really look him"...

Or even better or juicier ...when your fren or stranger come to you and said, "U look like this famous etc etc"....Have dat ever happen to u ....funnily it always happen to me...

I just got a new hair cut...and yupp, the guess who is me is back.... It is funny how the people, can see me related to whatever they think. Their cousin, their friends, or better and easier to imagine how ridiculous it is, a famous personality.

I guess, it really really started far during primary school, but i was lack of awareness, u know being kids. But the first real, "Hey, wait"...was when i was in form 1, in maahad hamidiah...It was a form six senior, fair guy, who suddenly stopped me, on my way back to the class after assembly. Out of respect and a bit of discomfort, i stood there, a bit blur, and shaking inside. "Nama sapa ko?"...i answered...and he went.."U look like supeman...."..and i was like.."apa..."...."Superman, superman lama tu, christopher reeve..."...and i remembered, the others who passed by, were looking at us...like we were talking comic....and from that day onwards...he called me by that name, superman, woi budak superman...funny right...i can't even relate me to christopher reeve...

Things were calm for a while, until i was in form 4, it was before the world cup fever. It was akasyah, hidayah fadhilah kamsah, zaida, and suhaida. We were in the class, one fine day, their seats with the guys, were just across, when Kayah, and dayah was looking at us, the guys, whispering and laughing followed by suhaida and zaidah, with..."yer laa.."...and they went..."owen, owen..."...and after a while..dayah said .."adli...woi owen..". Honestly, at that point, i didn't know who owen is, and knowing how cheeky the girls were, i just like laugh and wonder while blur with all the things. But the things spread really fast, by the next day, or better, the few days after dat, my name changed to owen, and i received pics of this micheal owen. This thingy continue for quite a long time, till now, even i lost quite a number, i still have an ORIGINAL miniature doll of micheal owen, a framed hand sketch of him and even posters of him, dedicated to me. What a life, for not a fan of soccer. I was wearing a short haircut at that time, and i guess it was becuase of that.

Anyway let stop here guys, will be continue later..it getting lengthy and at a point, trying to stop from people puking reading it...maybe by separating it to sevearl entry, the puking session can be reduced.......ohh yeah, why i suddenly write about this. A fairly fresh fren of my, look at my new haircut and ...yupp, he said..." Adli,konyer rambut baru ni, buat ko nampak macam owen...."......Hmm...weird ...weird eyes...

totally a non productive day...

Zamri smsed" aku pn tdo je dr td.tahla, ortho ni mcm holiday je.risau aku.skrg pn blur g.dh smnggu ni.." It seem that he shared my view.

Anyway, terrible mistake, by going home after d blog writing at noon today. I ended, sleeping after reading KlueMag, and just woke up for zohor and than slept again. Until asar. Maybe it was raining just now, but believe me, it was totally not right. So, i called and smsed several people to know what others were doing. Lydia's reply was a real wakening call..."Tengah study laa...kat bilik...". She said, she want to get some rest, when we walked together back to hostel after the cc session, yet at that point at 4 ...she was studying. It was like i'm the only one who will be blur forever.

I felt like, i'm in a different wavelenght with my other mates, until zamri smsed back. I'm glad.... It is not that, i want someone to be blur as me so i can joy with it, but at least i realised that, Zamri is in the same boat with me.

So, we somehow realised we need to do something...so next week, offivially we gonna start doing something. Why not this week?...hmm week is gonna end by tomorrow. Today, he got bukak posa with his tunang, and tomorrow he is going back to Kelantan for weekend. But, for me, the wake up call is today. Now at 4.50, ztraight after asar,....I'm at cc, trying to make my ortho notes, so i can print it out ...and read it at night...adioss...need lot of prayers....

a new month....the ramadhan

Second day of fasting, 4th day of orthopaedic posting, yet a more blur me...

Currently, i'm in orthopaedic posting , among the posting that i find to be ...tah laa..blurry. I can understand the topic, answer the questions, etc, but the feeling which i felt last year during the same posting, is here again. I need to mend it fast.

2nd day of puasa, nothing much. This year i put my aim slighlty lower, with tarawih minimum of 8, and just simple daily rountine, don't want to burden my exhausted life, yet hoping i can do better with HIS's. Yesterday, after ward round and peds ortho clinic, went to fetch kak ina at Komuter Tasik Selatan, and Ya at UPM, before we drove to Kepong and later to Mid Valley. The objectives, 1. To upgrade ya computer 2. Closing kak ina's hong leong account 3. Get my haircut 4. Kak ina and ya, wanted to buy zara's sweater.

Anyway the haircut was not planned, it was just it. Hmm, RM 12 for 12 minutes, hmm, sometime wonder why we pay 100 for the same haircut just by someone who we think proffesional, but saying that, yeah, they do a good job compare to the cheap ones. Just that, RM30-100 is just too expensive for just a haircut at my current level. I'm still not stingy considering that most of my malay fren, even think RM15 is expensive. Currently,i'm wearing a short hair, which i let it flat to the front.....a very new look after the long belah tengah hair. It suppose to be spikey, but for this first week ...i like to let it down....good for my spiritual being, not to be too funky, start with a low key.

Unfortunately, yesterday, after that session, Kak Ina down with fever again and my kancil buat masalah, the driver window was out of its track. Luckily, it was not heavily raining, just sprinkled of it, and we were on our way back, to fecth jani home. The pasar malam was also not that amazing, most of the things were the same, and we ended up only buying 2 lauk, with air soya. Imagine, at one pasart malam, about 5-6 stalls were selling, nasi dagang or nasi kerabu or laksam, and about 6-7 were selling nasi ayam, or tomato. Variety and good food are two most important things and later, the price. Luckily, the price was between "okay", even some did take advantage of ramadhan.

So after bukak puasa with almost everybody in my family except kak ijah and her family, we rushed packing, as I had to send kak ina to pudu to catch her bus, ya anad jani back to their campus, and me back to HUKM, for today's class. Hmm, so i used my mother's kelisa, leaving the kancil at home. I arrived in the room at around 9.30, grab my towel and bathed, before the isya and tarawih, no jemaah last night.

Today, i only got one class, which was at 8 just now, and clinic was cancelled. Went to the ward to see 6 of my patients, and here i am, writing down what happened through these hmm...2 days. Not an interesting life,right? I'm blur....again...

Hope that ramadhan will bring more light in my lif. For now, i will wear my hair down, until the enligthening come.Pray for me....