hey people its me haz, just trying to electricute the blog back to life! well lets see.. its been awhile since we wrote the last entry was before spm started. so i guess this is my post-spm entry. here we go..............
goooooood evening ladies and gents and this is late night with hazirah soffiee. First up we have got juicy updates on the current MARSH status and activity. It appears that one of the marsh-ians has officially reached the golden age of 18! The age of young adulhood with thier major perks such as...1. able to watch any movie without adult supervision (parents) 2.the age of which we start our journey to the F-U-T-U-R-E..(echos occur). actually not to delighted about that second one to be honest. Well that certain someone is marshren!!! on the 9th of january of 2010. we all gathered in pyramid mall to celebrate this historic day. Ofcourse the best part was rens reaction to our gifts (yes!!! score) A box full of treasures and an album that is filled with memories and obsession! *winks at ren. It was LEGEN....... wait for it....DARY!. we all had an awsome time ice skating and eating pizza! which was 100% vegetarian i might add! hooray. Sadly our other friends could not make it.. the guys except for matt!!. OHH and special thanks to the guy infront of forever 21 who was patient enough to take our picture repeatedly because someones camera kept dieing (nudge's sharm);p.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand after the break, the startelling career choices haz is thinking of venturing into right after these comercials.......
(news music turns on )
Hello im hazirah soffie and this is late night with hazirah soffiee! Our breaking story what will hazirah choose Dentistry, culinary or full time couch potato.Luckyly she is with us today to elaborate on the topic. Good night hazirah how are you?? im good thank you and you haz?... ohhh just great...(i am seriously loosing it arent i??)
that concludes our broadcast for tonight! im hazirah good night! :)
write to ya later! :) love love more love haz:)
Friday, January 15, 2010
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Taare Zameen Par
A breeze of fragrance
into the humdrum space in my mind.
Swimming birds...
flying fish.
Motionless dance.. .. ..
Silent songs
Delinquent nerds,
flirting with the virgin mind.
In the shadows of solitude,
between the gutters that divide
intelligence and imagination,
a playground is set,
nay, a battlefield of emotions –
steeped in confusion
but disciplined in rank.
First came reason,
with an unforgiving sword.
Last came love,
a feeble dwarf.
The battle took place,
but in dimensions divergent –
that the war continued,
but never a winner announced.
In senselessness I sense,
A secret whisper that yells,
The thousand words of a picture.
Boy do i long to see the day
The trees that dance freely,
against the command of the wind.
Tradition and religion
Beliefs and its cohesion
structured like a brickwall,
with alternate inversion
Upon removing one,
To analyze its source of tension,
I realise it all falls,
And rebegin the construction
If so i put it to you,
That you now stand
On waters of your past
a second ago, is a step away
and a month ago is the shoe u wear
Imagine you return
Bare naked to the start
With no baggage checked in
For your journey to the star?
Isnt light just darkness in a good mood?
Isnt darkness just light,
Judged and misconstrued?
Why call spade a spade,
When you can call it a zrykyrstreit?
Who makes these rules?
I wanna break them all tonight.
You're special
Dont be dragged
by the butcher, thats routine
Who kills your imagination
clips your wings
Go out there and meet
The gardener, thats life,
And live.
Live - with wind beneath the feet
Live a new day each day
Cancel the appointment
Take that leave
Go to the gardens
Talk to the trees
Tell your imagination
His freedom is your duty.
And live in his command
For life .....
Thursday, September 24, 2009
World's Dumbest Victims.
Rising crime and why I want to be a victim.
*By Marshren
As food prices soar up high, crime rates are soaring up too. This is bad news. Well, mostly bad. One good bit is that a revolutionary new type of villain is robbing people all over Asia. Readers of newspaper crime pages are learning about the victims, and sympathetically exclaiming, “Wow, some people have all the luck!”
You see, being robbed by this new type of thief can be remarkably profitable.
Have you heard of the “dumb criminal” stories going around? Like the one about the guy in New York who stole a shipment of meat and discovered he’d nicked 1,000 cow rectums?
Hah! Here in Asia, we have villains that make those guys look like rocket scientists. There’s a new breed of Asian thief which is dumber than any creature in history. These guys have the IQ of rocks, and I mean exclusively educated rocks. Not only do these criminals fail to deprive people of goods, but they manage to transfer their own possessions to their victims with much care.
First, consider a man named Hirose in Japan. He successfully stole a wallet containing 1,000 yen from a man sitting on a bench in Fukuoka province. But he accidentally left his own wallet with the victim --- a genuine 80,000 yen designer wallet containing 40,000 yen in cash. “I was so intent on getting away that I didn’t realize I’d dropped my wallet,” Hirose later told the police. A few more successful robberies like that, and he’d be bankrupt.
Then there was the Malaysian housebreaker who drove his car to his victim’s house, broke in, and started to open the safe. But his victims arrived home unexpectedly and he leapt out of the window to run away.
It was only after he had made good his escape that he realized that he had left his most valuable possessions behind—a box of tools, plus his keys and his car.
Envisioning his life disappearing before his eyes, he went back to the victims’ house and rang the front door bell. The conversation that took place was not recorded in the news write-up but I can imagine it.
“Hi! I’m the guy who just broke into your house and tried to steal all your stuff. Didn’t quite work out as planned, did it? Ha ha, life is funny, right? May I have my things back?”
The householders sent him off to jail and went to admire their new car.
A gang of house thieves in India also left some tools behind. Stung by newspaper reports that they had been forgetful, the proud villains decided to pretend that this was their signature, and they now leave tools behind at every robbery, raising their costs and stupidity considerably.
But most remarkable is the story of a Taiwanese man named Lu Fang-nan, 57, who was innocently riding his motorcycle when a large bundle of money—the equivalent of US$600,000—fell out of the sky onto his head.
He lost control of his bike and crashed, but was not badly hurt.
It turned out that kidnappers had asked for their ransom money to be thrown off a bridge over a highway, thinking this would ensure that they and their victims would be on different roads. They’d forgotten that other people use highways too.
Anyway, I’m hoping that one of this new breed of Asian dumb criminal robs me on the way to school or something. I could do with some cash or a new car.
*By Marshren
As food prices soar up high, crime rates are soaring up too. This is bad news. Well, mostly bad. One good bit is that a revolutionary new type of villain is robbing people all over Asia. Readers of newspaper crime pages are learning about the victims, and sympathetically exclaiming, “Wow, some people have all the luck!”
You see, being robbed by this new type of thief can be remarkably profitable.
Have you heard of the “dumb criminal” stories going around? Like the one about the guy in New York who stole a shipment of meat and discovered he’d nicked 1,000 cow rectums?
Hah! Here in Asia, we have villains that make those guys look like rocket scientists. There’s a new breed of Asian thief which is dumber than any creature in history. These guys have the IQ of rocks, and I mean exclusively educated rocks. Not only do these criminals fail to deprive people of goods, but they manage to transfer their own possessions to their victims with much care.
First, consider a man named Hirose in Japan. He successfully stole a wallet containing 1,000 yen from a man sitting on a bench in Fukuoka province. But he accidentally left his own wallet with the victim --- a genuine 80,000 yen designer wallet containing 40,000 yen in cash. “I was so intent on getting away that I didn’t realize I’d dropped my wallet,” Hirose later told the police. A few more successful robberies like that, and he’d be bankrupt.
Then there was the Malaysian housebreaker who drove his car to his victim’s house, broke in, and started to open the safe. But his victims arrived home unexpectedly and he leapt out of the window to run away.
It was only after he had made good his escape that he realized that he had left his most valuable possessions behind—a box of tools, plus his keys and his car.
Envisioning his life disappearing before his eyes, he went back to the victims’ house and rang the front door bell. The conversation that took place was not recorded in the news write-up but I can imagine it.
“Hi! I’m the guy who just broke into your house and tried to steal all your stuff. Didn’t quite work out as planned, did it? Ha ha, life is funny, right? May I have my things back?”
The householders sent him off to jail and went to admire their new car.
A gang of house thieves in India also left some tools behind. Stung by newspaper reports that they had been forgetful, the proud villains decided to pretend that this was their signature, and they now leave tools behind at every robbery, raising their costs and stupidity considerably.
But most remarkable is the story of a Taiwanese man named Lu Fang-nan, 57, who was innocently riding his motorcycle when a large bundle of money—the equivalent of US$600,000—fell out of the sky onto his head.
He lost control of his bike and crashed, but was not badly hurt.
It turned out that kidnappers had asked for their ransom money to be thrown off a bridge over a highway, thinking this would ensure that they and their victims would be on different roads. They’d forgotten that other people use highways too.
Anyway, I’m hoping that one of this new breed of Asian dumb criminal robs me on the way to school or something. I could do with some cash or a new car.
We South Asians (indians) do have a sense of humour!
A westerner once asked how do we make indians laugh. And this was no trick question. He meant every syllable of it. But hey we indians sometimes poke fun at aspects of our own culture—such as the long names we carry. I am an exception of course thank goodness for that. Example:
*
James Bond is on a mission. He ends up on a flight next to a guy from Andhra Pradesh who speaks Telugu.
Telugu Guy: "Hello. May I know your good name, please?"
James Bond: "The name’s Bond. James Bond. You are…?"
Telugu Guy: "The name’s Sai. Venkata Sai. Siva Venkata Sai. Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai. Srinivasa Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai. Rajasekhara Srinivasa Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai. Sitaraman Rajasekhara Srinivasa Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai…”
*
This joke continues like this for a long time, but you get the picture. And now you know why there’s no Indian James Bond. The movie would be over before he’d finished introducing himself.
*
Non-Resident Indians, better known as NRIs, often swap laughs on cultural treasures of their motherland, such as Bollywood movies. Example:
*
If Titanic had been made by Bollywood:
*
(a) There would be ten times as many people on the ship.
*
(b) Kate Winslet would wear a white dress and sing in the rain.
*
(c) The movie would be seven and half hours long.
*
(d) Leo di Caprio would chase Kate Winslet around the ship, singing and dancing around pillars.
*
(e) The hero and the villain would turn out to be brothers, separated at birth.
*
(f) Leo would have a sister, brother, mother, father and uncle on board.
*
(g) Leo would survive and rescue his villainous brother, and the film would end with a musical
family reunion.
*
Actually, judging by the level of drama in it, I think Titanic probably was an Indian movie.
*
Meanwhile, the humour of young indian people nearly always focuses on the generation gap. Example:
*
You Know You Are South Asian If:
*
(a) Your dad is an engineer or doctor.
*
(b) Everyone assumes you’re good at math.
*
(c) You have a 25-kilo sack of rice in your pantry.
*
(d) Your father has the same amount of hair on his ears and chest as his head.
*
(e) You have rocks, sticks, leaves and mysterious strange-smelling substances in your medicine cabinet. (herbal medicine)
*
(f) You refer to all adults as Auntie and Uncle.
Indians often feel unfairly stereotyped, so some react against it with sardonic humour-heaps and heaps of sarcasm. Example:
*
Westerner: Why do your women wear red dots on their foreheads?
*
South Asian: So their husbands can use them for target practice.
*
Westerner: Are you all vegetarian?
*
South Asian: Yes. Even our tigers are vegetarian.
*
Westerner: Do you speak Hindu?
*
South Asian: Yes. And I belong to a religion called Hindi.
*
Westerner: Why do you people walk on burning coals?
*
South Asian: It makes our feet strong so we don’t have to buy designer shoes.
*
Westerner: Why do you go around on elephants?
*
South Asian: Elephants are what we use for taxis. There’s a meter behind the left ear.
*
OK, so I don’t expect to see a stand-up comedian from India replacing Russell Peters tomorrow. But it is important to realize that people who live in Asia, and particularly South Asia, have our own sense of humour.
*
And boy, do we need it. =D
*
James Bond is on a mission. He ends up on a flight next to a guy from Andhra Pradesh who speaks Telugu.
Telugu Guy: "Hello. May I know your good name, please?"
James Bond: "The name’s Bond. James Bond. You are…?"
Telugu Guy: "The name’s Sai. Venkata Sai. Siva Venkata Sai. Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai. Srinivasa Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai. Rajasekhara Srinivasa Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai. Sitaraman Rajasekhara Srinivasa Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai…”
*
This joke continues like this for a long time, but you get the picture. And now you know why there’s no Indian James Bond. The movie would be over before he’d finished introducing himself.
*
Non-Resident Indians, better known as NRIs, often swap laughs on cultural treasures of their motherland, such as Bollywood movies. Example:
*
If Titanic had been made by Bollywood:
*
(a) There would be ten times as many people on the ship.
*
(b) Kate Winslet would wear a white dress and sing in the rain.
*
(c) The movie would be seven and half hours long.
*
(d) Leo di Caprio would chase Kate Winslet around the ship, singing and dancing around pillars.
*
(e) The hero and the villain would turn out to be brothers, separated at birth.
*
(f) Leo would have a sister, brother, mother, father and uncle on board.
*
(g) Leo would survive and rescue his villainous brother, and the film would end with a musical
family reunion.
*
Actually, judging by the level of drama in it, I think Titanic probably was an Indian movie.
*
Meanwhile, the humour of young indian people nearly always focuses on the generation gap. Example:
*
You Know You Are South Asian If:
*
(a) Your dad is an engineer or doctor.
*
(b) Everyone assumes you’re good at math.
*
(c) You have a 25-kilo sack of rice in your pantry.
*
(d) Your father has the same amount of hair on his ears and chest as his head.
*
(e) You have rocks, sticks, leaves and mysterious strange-smelling substances in your medicine cabinet. (herbal medicine)
*
(f) You refer to all adults as Auntie and Uncle.
Indians often feel unfairly stereotyped, so some react against it with sardonic humour-heaps and heaps of sarcasm. Example:
*
Westerner: Why do your women wear red dots on their foreheads?
*
South Asian: So their husbands can use them for target practice.
*
Westerner: Are you all vegetarian?
*
South Asian: Yes. Even our tigers are vegetarian.
*
Westerner: Do you speak Hindu?
*
South Asian: Yes. And I belong to a religion called Hindi.
*
Westerner: Why do you people walk on burning coals?
*
South Asian: It makes our feet strong so we don’t have to buy designer shoes.
*
Westerner: Why do you go around on elephants?
*
South Asian: Elephants are what we use for taxis. There’s a meter behind the left ear.
*
OK, so I don’t expect to see a stand-up comedian from India replacing Russell Peters tomorrow. But it is important to realize that people who live in Asia, and particularly South Asia, have our own sense of humour.
*
And boy, do we need it. =D
Thursday, July 2, 2009
MICHAEL JACKSON (1958-2009)
ugh my idol (cuz of the hair) and my hero is lost!!! nooo... MJ the genius who made moonwalk a legendary move and croch cluched his way to victory!!! ohh man i was sooooo excited to see his concert tour thingy...sighs..but wat im shocked to hear is that a dozen ppl hav given thier life away for this legendary man. Im a huge fan and all that but u dont see me put a knife on my wrist. If he was still here im sure he wouldnt like what he heard was happening to his fans....and did you guys hear about the rumour that actually MJ is still alive but he faked his death because he couldnt pay his debts. Wat a load of crap. seriously i dont think his that desperate enough to give his life for something so stupid like money problems. anyways im not here to judge.
NOW! my list of reasons why im a fan of MJ:
1. the moonwalk is awsome!!!
2.sings *cuz im bad, im bad, im really2 bad* :)
3. he's his own person no matter wat ppl think of him which i think is pretty cool
4. HE LIVES IN AN AMUSEMENT PARK!!! think off all the junk food and mind blasting rides he can go on!
5. the hair the hair the hair...what can i say..looks like mine abit huh pffft
6. love love love his hat tricks (how come i cnt do that??)
7. some how when i hear his songs i can always have fun impersonating his moves *moonwalks to the thriller song* (atleast i try to)
8. i've seen how he treats his fans and its so sweet!
9. SCREAM!!!!
10. The jaw dropping 45 degrees dance move in smooth criminal. (envy!)
11. heee heeee!!! shimone! *laughs
well thats all i can think of now but ill add more once i think of some...
all right im outta here
love u guys!
haz..out smiles*Thursday, June 18, 2009
Shoby the animal lover***
Shoby was outraged.
How dare this monster kill the poor creature in cold blood. Yes it was a stray, but it is also a creature of God. She had witnessed the horror as she sat at the sidewalk café with her friends, sipping the coffee.
On hearing the shot, Shoby had reacted in an instant. She ran to the man, grabbed his air gun and whacked him across the shoulders with it. The man staggered at the force of the blow. Luckily Ashish and Lekha ran up, and grabbed Shoby, and pulled her back to the coffee shop. The enforcement man was not really hurt. But he was angry.
“Kali ini kau nasib baik. You cuba sekali lagi… habis ah kau… saya panggil polis,” he shouted at them before he was accosted by his colleagues from the dog catching crew, and they went away.
Shoby was shaking.
“He is a monster. I am not letting this go. He has not seen the last of me. Just watch.”
She was seething with anger.
“The poor creature. What did it do to him? He killed it in cold blood”.
“Come on, Shoby. Cool down.” Lekha held her shoulders.
“Let’s go away from here.”
“Yeah, I’m hungry. Let go grab a bite.”
They left in the car. There was silence in the car. They knew Shoby needed some space. She had to cool down. She was such a lover of animals. She couldn’t see how people could bring themselves to hurt the poor things. Soon they were at their favourite shop. Fatty Ho’s Stall. They went in, and Fatty was there.
“Hai, Miste Lam … today wai so rate ? Kam Kam, your favolate taber lesev for you…. Ah Soong ah, 唔該埋 單 唔該 埋單唔 該埋單 ,” Fatty called out to the server.
Ah Soong handed them the dog eared menu books. The three of them made a show of going through the menu, but they always ordered the same things. Every day.
“Ah Soong ah, get us some chicken soup to start la.”
“You got roast suckling pig today ? Yes ? Great, we’ll have that”.
This was Shoby’s favourite. She loved roast suckling pig.
How dare this monster kill the poor creature in cold blood. Yes it was a stray, but it is also a creature of God. She had witnessed the horror as she sat at the sidewalk café with her friends, sipping the coffee.
On hearing the shot, Shoby had reacted in an instant. She ran to the man, grabbed his air gun and whacked him across the shoulders with it. The man staggered at the force of the blow. Luckily Ashish and Lekha ran up, and grabbed Shoby, and pulled her back to the coffee shop. The enforcement man was not really hurt. But he was angry.
“Kali ini kau nasib baik. You cuba sekali lagi… habis ah kau… saya panggil polis,” he shouted at them before he was accosted by his colleagues from the dog catching crew, and they went away.
Shoby was shaking.
“He is a monster. I am not letting this go. He has not seen the last of me. Just watch.”
She was seething with anger.
“The poor creature. What did it do to him? He killed it in cold blood”.
“Come on, Shoby. Cool down.” Lekha held her shoulders.
“Let’s go away from here.”
“Yeah, I’m hungry. Let go grab a bite.”
They left in the car. There was silence in the car. They knew Shoby needed some space. She had to cool down. She was such a lover of animals. She couldn’t see how people could bring themselves to hurt the poor things. Soon they were at their favourite shop. Fatty Ho’s Stall. They went in, and Fatty was there.
“Hai, Miste Lam … today wai so rate ? Kam Kam, your favolate taber lesev for you…. Ah Soong ah, 唔該埋 單 唔該 埋單唔 該埋單 ,” Fatty called out to the server.
Ah Soong handed them the dog eared menu books. The three of them made a show of going through the menu, but they always ordered the same things. Every day.
“Ah Soong ah, get us some chicken soup to start la.”
“You got roast suckling pig today ? Yes ? Great, we’ll have that”.
This was Shoby’s favourite. She loved roast suckling pig.
Friday, June 5, 2009
by d way..
ren..u shud reali consider journalism or jus writin a book n bein a worldwide famous author.. =) ur articles r sooooo good..its kinda hard 2 believe tat u wrote it actuali..u knw..bein a psycho tat u r.. hehe :p u knw i love u =)
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