The Fish

I'm here to tell you a story of a fish. Not just any fish, but a gold fish, living in a pond with 9 japanese coys.

One day, the owner noticed something was off with the fish. It was growing at an abnormal rate, in an abnormal way. she could almost see the veins on it's stomach! Expanded to the point of bursting! So the owner worried and fretted till it consumed all of her thoughts for the entire day. She sat by the pond just looking at the fish feeling helpless.

Finally she calls the 'pond man' and he says maybe it's eating too much. cut the food supply (they can feed on the left over debris of food). The owner does that. = no difference.

then the owner thinks it's pregnant, and she fusses over the fish trying to make a comfortable spot for it to lay eggs. (HAHAHA!)I tried to help, of course and gave her suggestions on which plant to pull out of our mother's garden, and also told her which rock in the pond to put it behind. but apparently thats not help enough (sheesh!)

after a few days, no eggs, no babies and still big fat fish.

Then the owner's mother decides to call the 'pond-man' and he comes and says that the fish is suffering from a terminal illness. All the owner could do now is wait and pray.

One morning, owner comes down and after taking a peek at the pond screams, "Gone it's dead! it's finished" The pond was red. The owner's mom had actually put in a pond-tonic (to make it clean or sumn. Hahaha! the fish was still alive. but the owner was laughed at the whole day. =D

Now, finally the gold fish has past away. Let me save the "HOW did it die". Believe me you don't wanna know!

If this is happening to your fish, IT's NOT preggers.







R.I.P
Gold Fish
2009-1010

ticking away

i can feel it

right there in the middle of me

waiting to come out

i may not look it, No

But i feel it

it keeps getting stronger

and stronger

and at any moment

it might explode

i might break

u may be wounded

and still ............,

My Life so far

Today was as interesting as any day can get.

1) I almost fainted in the counseling room after listening to a client describe her injuries.
If I'm not mistaken, the word that set off a series of bio-chemical reactions that finally forced me to sit with my head in my hands was "BLOOD".
And like that wasn't bad enough, my client came out and announced, "She (me) pening d after listening to me". And my colleagues laughed and laughed and......LAUGHED!

tom i'm being de-briefed by a psychologist!

2) Aanantha from THR raaga called and since the only other Tamil speaking Social Worker was out to lunch, so guess who's appearing for a 5-min WAO-promoting stint on air?

Nervousness giler!

3) I agreed to emcee for the Annual Gathering (WTH!) i'll be fine now, wait till the day, i'll b a bag of nerves!

4) Me with my BIG mouth, told my colleague that i would like to do presentations and talks, without knowing there's one on thurs. Now, i might have to do that talk.
so soon!!

5) Lots of she says, s(he) says down in the shelter and nobody seems to be admitting their mistakes. The Result??

Stressed staff and a happy panel psychologist :)

Never a dull moment eh??

Friday the 5th

A friend sent me this today.Since i'm born on MArch 1st; teal is my color (apparently)

TEAL
You are mostly interested in your looks (go ahead make me sound shallow; like everyone else isn't). And have high standards in picking love (explains so many things). You think and make a solution precisely, and hardly make stupid mistakes (yeaa riteee). You like to lead, and is easy for you to make new friends (really???).


Tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, example orang terlalu free pada pagi hari
*my language teachers migt die of stroke if they read this*

Someone's watching "the time traveller's wife" tonight =)
Tidak Boleh Tunggu! :D

Aduhai!

Choices. Options.

Why do people always say they want more of these? People start up franchises, add pages to their menus, stock up on many, MANY things all based on the belief that people love having choices.

Me?

I completely loathe-macam-nak-mati it.

It's confusing, time-consuming, too much of effort and doesn't even come with a guarantee.

I hate going to Chillies and turning pages after pages of food without knowing what to choose while the waiter taps his notepad impatiently.


I hate going to stores and being handed down a budget to work under; while having gazillion dresses waiting for you to make up your mind.
(not to mention waiting for the line at the dressing room, hoping that the other girl doesn't take the baju you like, dealing with the looks from your bored family; who will eventually swear never to come out with you again, praying the baju will suit your body and your pocket)

I hate walking in Body Shop and being mesmerized with their pelbagai collection while having the nosy salesperson stick to you like your shadow.

you see, the problem is I'm very intuitive; i work on instincts and the Heart. And i truly believe..,

Shopping is like falling in love.

When you see something, You have to have the initial attraction,

You should feel your heart sinking when you leave it in the shop,

then it conquers your thoughts every waking moment, You dream about your future together, The places you'll go, the people you'll meet, who'll admire and stare till their eyes pop out (all while you're still in the mall OR some times after you've left)

Your heart skips when you see it again,

your heart beats faster when you walk towards it to finally make it yours.

All this before someone else snatches it away from you.

You have this connection that only you understand.

When i have TOO- many choices, I get TOO-stressed and end up falling in LOVE with A LOT of stuff ($$$$ issue) OR HATING it all.Either way, I sedih =(

And my mom thinks shopping can be done quick and easy.

Sheesh!

p/s: I still love Shopping and i found my shopping-philosophy twin; Di! The odds people!
the odds!

=_=

Tomorrow will be a sad day for me & shereen.

Tomorrow we will with heavy hearts bury our dreams of seeing Beyonce perform Live (in the near future).

Tomorrow we will return our tickets and wait for the cheque.

Tomorrow we will snap ourselves back to reality; The concert is ........*i can't say it*

Today i sat in the train.

Today i switched on my *hot pink* i-Pod

1> Ave Maria: Beyonce
2> Halo: Beyonce
3> Flaws & All: Beyonce

Me: Okayyyy that's weird. Give it one more song.

4> Dejavu: Beyonce.
5> Irreplaceable: Beyonce

Me: OMG! the Irony of it all. The Universe has a message for me

Today i flip my Pod. The shuffle button is off!=_=

But STILL... the chances of it playing B first!

Sigh!

Guarantee for life?

*for the umpteenth time*
I love my job. talking to people and making them see the tough-stuff that makes up their core gives me immense satisfaction. It truly does!

But...,
It is also very depressing at times.

At the age i am and I'm guessing most of my friends reading this are, we often look at our world through lilac pink (coz i like it better than rose :P) lenses and dream of a lifetime of love, undying loyalty and the ability to look back in our old age and see a family complete with children, grandchildren and by god's grace, great-grand children all happy and healthy.

Then again,

everyday I'm bombarded with people who once had these same dreams as you and i; being subjected to all kinds of heartache that many of us have only read about. There's no guarantee that the guy who seems to be the love of our life now will remain that guy 20 years, 10 years or even 1 year down the road. If its only the relationship that breaks, it's still fine but more often than not, they lose a big part of themselves,who they are, their identity, their faith in life and what it has to offer, and their beliefs. On top of that they have a string of children to tend to, zero bank balance, no shelter or food. and the guy, well he is off marrying someone else or busy building up his life somewhere. *this is the worst of scenarios*

but there's always the possibility *tiniest as ever as it may be* that this can happen to anyone of us. to me.

and that scares me. it really does.

then again life doesn't come with any guarantees does it?

p/s: I sat one seat away from MarinaM at a Bar Council seminar. And IvyJ (my Boss) introduced us; hands and all. I kept a straight-face throughout and after we were seated i was like ZOMG!!! to Di (my colleague) :D

Sedih

I want the funky owl ring I saw in an online store!

I'm not a big fan of all things owl, but I'll make an exception for this.

But RM25?! for a ring? after getting tix for B! I don't think so.

Haiz!

B!

Ta-Da!!



Yep people yours truly, is set to go watch Beyonce rock on stage LIVE in Malaysia!

*Dances*

FYI this will be my first ever concert (yes! very the ketinggalan) BUT what better way to start it than with B!

I'm on natural high at the moment and have been since i got the tix
*looks away dreamily*

Nothin can burst my bubble at the moment (crosses-fingers)

:)))

Pins and Shins

I can't for the love of god stand unshaven legs!!

seriously, how hard is it to rub on the waxing cream and have smooth silky legs in a matter of minutes? too long for you? there's always the razor. It's very unflattering and since none of us are Julian Roberts, the "going-natural" thing will NOT work. heck! she gets away without wearing deodorant.

and i understand that sometimes we are just plain lazy to shave or wax. which is totally fine. Then opt for jeans, cargo or stirrups instead of shorts, minies and dresses. If you can't afford to shave your legs its understandable la, but if you can afford an inch of make up everyday then you sure as hell can afford waxing products/ razors.

Last time when I used to take the train often, I see really attractive girls, all polished and groomed till you get to the lower half and you see thick-hair all over their legs- yes! they're in skirts. My heart goes out to them, betul-betul heart-ache tau. and as if that's not enough, others go for pedi and take pictures to post on FB. OK fine. BUT why on earth do you show off the hairy legs as well? It makes the picture look as if a guy went for pedi- a guy with flowers on his toes?- *faints*

Maybe your confidence level is higher than mine, maybe I'm too E!-influenced, maybe that's the new in-thing, maybe it's none of my business...,
WTH! I still DON"T like UNSHAVEN LEGS!


Whats wrong with clean shaven legs?

Pic from Wiki.Images

Dolled-up

Its 0030 on my K530i and I'm still feeling as full to the brim as I did hours ago.

It all started at 6 something when I was getting ready to go for dinner with a friend. I first decided on wearing a black and red blouse with boot-cut jeans, then i opted for skinny jeans with a blue and cream colored empire waisted blouse, next I thought lose the blouse, and got into a white chiffon blouse with a black clincher. Still, I'm not happy. I get into a navy-blue blouse. No. Revert to first option. Yes.

Then the hair, first all loose, a pony-tail, then a bun, then all loose again this time with moose, up, down, up, down. Down. Now that's settled, make up's a breeze.

So now you think I'm going out on a date kan? Nope. I met Sheryn (who is a girl btw).

Yes I know. I'm weird like that. I have been couped at home so long that I will jump at any opportunity to play dress-up =)

We went to ChatMasala, Brickfields. We ate, Cheese Kofta, Chicken Manchurian (vegetarian of cause) and I had Aloo Paratha (potato stuffed chapathi). As if that wasn't enough, we had to come back to Maduras and have Nescafe. I knew I should have just taken a Dosa or plain ol chapathi. Haiz!

Now i'll just go and read some no-brainer book (read: Mills & Boons) till I can sleep.

p/s: Anyone has the new Dan Brown book? Buzz me.

Sore Heels

My feet is twisted. It is I swear! In some weird angle the muscle is and I feel pain every time i walk. Not so much though, just enough that i can blog about it ;p

This is what happens when you park in One Utama to go to IBM. I parked in One-Utama, NEW WING! and walked and walked and walked all the way across the damn big mall to the end of it...to Old Wing to be exact. and i thought, ok IBM should be here, but I'm not that lucky am I? Go through One World Hotel, then out on the pavement, walking down and a long stretch into IBM.

Finally! But no, it doesn't end there,

There are 2 sets of lifts and the security card I get has a big whooping 8 on it. so I naturally would think it's in the 8th Floor kan? I go in the lift and there isn't an 8! Its not even numerically arranged! I went up then down then up again cause my card doesn't allow me to press any no. I ask someone and she says the 8th floor is on the other set of lifts. Cursing my luck, I walk over the other side, even there the damn card doesn't work. I march over to the security guard and he tells me the place I wanna go to is in the CN Level. What kinda level is that? Sheesh!

Then finally i reach the place and plop down on the cool, black leather couch. Resting my poor poor feet who had to go through it all in HEELS! *sobs*

My whereabouts

I came to Shah Alam to visit my uncle before he flew back to Qatar, but guess what? the unexpected happened...,



A throat swab is the confirmation test for H1N1!
My Uncle's flight is delayed two days

and the result is NEGATIVE!

=)

my cousin is Influenza A (H1N1) free.

but me? i'm stuck here cause my mom is scared that my sister might fall sick, since SPM trials are going on.

Haiz! So in case you're looking for me, you know where to find me,

Toodles!

Roller-CARster

What is it with me and time? I'm rarely late, but on the days when i'm desperately trying to be somewhere on time, that's when i get time-scares!

Yesterday was my first ever interview (yes! i've never worked-for-pay before) so i leave my house at 9-9.15 am to go to teh office in Brickfields. And there is still bloody jam on the road on Jln Kuching and after Jln Duta leading to KL Sentral. GOD! I was praying so hard to be on time, like i've never prayed before. I was having visions of what i would be telling my great-grandchildren (I plan on being around for a long time ((= ); I was late for my first interview; does that paint a picture of a very responsible person?? NO i didn't think so too.

Ok well, it was 9.45 already and the interview is at 10, I still haven't passed KL sentral!!

STRESS!!!!!

Then (sheerly by some miracle) the line started to move and after several hard pumps on the accelerator and a fast bend later i was at the traffic light turning into Brickfields. Red Light. Damn! Time: 9.55

I see a homeless-possibly- mentally-challenged person my side of the road and his crossing the road; whereby he'll be right beside my door. So I, in what i thought was a discreet move had to lock my door, and the guy saw! He started towards me with a threatening finger. I must have looked cool and composed but my Heart rate was so high it would have shot of my head. Green Light. Thank Heavens!

Made two rounds before parking, walked around the car park when there was a short cut and ran into the building. Thank god i had Lift-time to compose myself. Pheww. Time: 10.01, I make my presence known.

Moral of the story:

1) Always lock your car after getting in Not only when you see potentially-dangerous people.

2) KL traffic is a bitch!

3) I always go through emotional roller-coasters before reaching my destination, but I always (till now) arrive on time ;)

thru my lense

Since my last post was very heavy, i m now gonna revert to some light-hearted observations I so easily can make day in and out.

1) Malaysians love their pasar malam. We really do! What else are we gonna do rather than carry our thick purse out once or twice a week to hoard on food that can feed an entire 'kampung' or two. And besides, it's not like we can go anywhere else because the dedicated pasar malam vendors would take the liberty of setting up their stalls WAY to early in the afternoon in the blazing madness called sunlight and block the on-going traffic!

2)There are 3 lanes on the road. 1st track slow, 2nd track slightly faster, 3rd track: you catch a glimpse of the car and the 'whoosh' of speed. Everyone is happy in their tracks and going at a pre-determined pace. Then you- Ms. middle lane, wants to overtake the car in front of you. To do that you put your signal to the left and attempt to move in the 1st track. and SUDDENLY mr. 1st lane remembers an emergency, triggered by your signal and blocks your every attempt to enter the first lane by deliberately going faster!

3) Notice how most advertisements, pictures etc showcasing the multi-racial composition of Malaysia specifically looks for a really dark boy or girl with a 'bindi' stuck on the forehead to represent an Indian. Since some people are ignorant enough, let me enlighten you, Indians are NOT all dark, oily haired, "bindi' wearers who speak with a bob in their heads. And when we do shake their heads it's because it is called Bharata-Natyam; a classical indian dance. We DO NOT walk around shaking our heads like we have a joint out of place in our neck. Chinese are NOT all flat eyed, with a killing obsession for money and Malays are NOT all lazy and self-indulgent. The only way to OneMalaysia is to STOP racial stereotypes.

4) When you are about to make a turn at a junction, waiting for the on-going cars to cease temporarily so that you can take that turn and go back home to use the toilet...URGENTLY! that is when some stupid, air-headed people (and I'm sorry to say girls/women of all ages, mostly) would walk slowly, and gracefully, shaking their hips from side to side, sharing some latest gossip about whose husband ran away with whom without a car for the bloody traffic, the cars or somebody's almost bursting bladder! And it gets worst, they have the nerve..the BLOODY nerve to stare at you if you horn at them after which they continue their pace of walking!

5) If you're feeling like getting an instant recognition date Giggs or any of the MU player. You'll be granted a title in no time. Malaysians have taken to a very generous behavior in granting titles to people these days. Dance around the tree in Bollywood, play football and strike goals like you are supposed to against MU or just jump down KLCC, you'll get your 'Grandpa'-title in no time =)

p/s: non-Malaysians are invited too. What can i say? Malaysia Boleh!

moe-ness

"you can only go for holiday when u get married- with ur husband"

am i incapacitated?
am i not capable to take care of myself?
am i not a self-sufficient?

girls..speak up.

i have no prob with getting married and having a family but yes i have a serious problem with letting my life

ONLY

revolve around being a wife and a mother.

*gasping for air*

*hits forehead*

FYI being a indian girl from a conservative indian family sucks big time!!!
seriously!!

1>ME: wanna drive after getting license
Them: No cant, let me drive, its hot/raining/car x in good condition (as if they are expert drivers)/i'm sleepy (more the reasons they shudn't drive)
____insert all imaginable excuses____

2>ME: I wanna go pasar malam
Them: wt for? stay at home. its dark d. errrmmm hello? pasar MALAM??

3>Me: Ok i'll take the car and bring suha along
Them : Wt 4 laa...just stay at home. No need. can go on monday/sat depending on whiich day i asked.

when next mon comes,

4>Me: i'm goin p.malam
Them: *Repeat (2) & (3) again*

5> Me:I'm goin Gentings/Sabah
Them: *grudgingly silent*

6> Me: Can i go Redang?
Them: No its too far (i've been to Sabah!)/ Y u goin out so much (def:more than once a week is too much)?

7> Me: My friends n i goin out mkn at *insert location*
Them: y wanna waste money? nobody's bday stay at home. so if u have 1 friend, u go out 4 dinner only once. im SOOO lucky i have 6 close friends so i get to go out 6 days for dinner..yaaay!!wth?!!

8> Me: lets go holiday/ dinner outside (sin kee x count!)
Them: No can not/ no need ,stay home
wen my dad is around...,
Them: Lets go (said with full force of enthusiasm!)

9> Me: i wanna get my own place after saving up, b independent n make my own decisions etc.
Them: No. no such thing. we'll be alone. but if u get married then u can go (coz then apparently they wont be alone coz i gt married--> I + married = they not alone (does any1 see the logic?? coz i clearly don't)

10> if ur 40/ 50 n u move out OR go for holidays
Them:ok wat...so old d.betta enjoy now ("only" wen ur old can enjoy) no body is gonna rape or murder or kill or rob u betta still no tsunami or accidents can happen to u wen ur old.coz criminals and accidents only lik the young ones

therefore, your guide to knowing an indian family (read: my indian family)

1. u shud just stay at home all the time. if u go out more than once a week...., its whoa! bad!!even if ur bored to death just stay home. good girls x go out.

2. so what if in 4 years of coll u've only been on a trip with ur friends twice. day trip: genting and holiday: Sabah

3. only go on trips if ur dad is there. coz apparently all men we knw are trained in martial arts or some form of combat to keep the bad guys away

4. ladies shud not be outside after dark. esp if u live in gombak and tho ur hse is so freaking close.

5. if ur dad is not around u just stay home 4 all holidays coz its a crime 4 women to go holiday on their own remember?

6. wen e1 else complains their children are irresponsible n feeding off their parents, this ppl are happy to keep u at home n get u married off to the first nice boy that pops. stay at hoem all u want just x go out.

7.neuroticism at its worst. pessimistic, hear motorbike: snatch thief comin.
after 8 doors shud be close. all the what-ifs in the world comes to play.

8. they'll ALWAYS come up with new excuses to keep u at home. wen they alone, x go. if extended family comes, not alone but now its "everyone is here, how can u go out?"

9. they educate u, give u brains to think for yourself and u repay them by being good children who study, gop to coll, fin degree, try findin job, dont do drugs, dont do alcohol, dont do boys....be basically all nice n boring----> BUT they still x trust u. probably they never will. they say they do, but they dont.

10. u can be 30 for god's sake n they'll still treat u lik ur 3. count on it!

i wanna scream!!

the-stupid-waiter-story

yesterday after exams, mich, kohi and me decided to go for dinner at Ali Maju. i specifically was craving for Telur Bungkus. for those of u who don't knw wt it is, it has pieces of chicken in it cooked in not-too-spicy sauce and wrapped in an ommelette. here's a picture (half eaten d-coz i was starving!)


so we order rite, mich n i say telur bungkus dan nasi putih --> dua. and after a while they bring it, as i was abt to digg in, mich tells me to stop> its BEEF. so i call the waiter and say i dont eat beef and obviously asking for an replacement.
this berlagak pandai waiter starts givin me a lecture on how i shud have ordered more clearly. wth!

a) i have ordered the same telur bungkus many times before and so has mich and we never had to specify wt meat we wanted. so obviously by now i think telur bungkus is cooked with chicken. but No. apparently its cooked with daging- everytime-according to Mr. i'm- so-smart Waiter.

b) on the menu it says; telur bungkus, telur bistik (ayam/daging), ...etc. therefore how on the bloody earth am i supposed to know telur bungkus comes in ayam AND daging?? the damn management shud specify THAT on the menu!

ok so its prolly not his fault or mine, just m/understanding.fine....then he brings me the telur bungkus with chicken and starts his lecture..AGAIN abt how i shud specify wt i want.

and i told him la my reasonings: a) and b). but no can't back dwn, can he?. still goin on bout how i shud have ordered clearly!

helllooooo......isn't the customer always right?! and besides i do feel i'm right!
god i wish he spoke english!!it wud have gone on n on!!
finally he moved away after i just looked dwn at my food and ignored him.

orang2 yg sungguh mengada

since i was home today, i din actually have anythin to blog about till i met shamala on9.
sham is my school friend who during the crucial years of F4 n 5 used to be my teman ber-day-dreaming. we talked about everythin actually, being next oprah, winning malaysian idol, being high flying career women who could command ppl..basically pair of teenagers with an active-over-the-top imagination. an there are some ppl that we din like..ohh i shud add mimi to the list too. she was one of us in being mean. ok we werent so mean lik in the movies and all la. but some ppl we just can't tahan n so we...ignored them and prolly gossiped about them

i'm gonna be talkin about 2 ppl here A and K. sham knws who they are. (for the rest of u ask me ..privately.)

So K was supposedly the smartest person in class and she probably thought the whole school. and she walks around with a superior air that shereen once described as "she/he walks around as if her/his shit doesnt stink". always around the teachers, buying them expensive and may i add totally unnecessary gifts. prolly to gain more attention.
reasons we x lik K:
1> his/her arrogance
2> the way he/she sibuk ask u for ur marks but hide her paper. hello?
3> always grabbing ppls exam paper n find reasons to make teacher mark u down. go get a life la!
4> sucking up to the teachers and always wanting to be in their good books
---come on! all of u must have had someone like this in your school or at least somewer along ur life. these kinda ppl are everywer its like somekinda invisible quoata that every school shud have one. -----

this is a convo between sham n me today:
ME: wer do u think K is?
Sham: prolly kiasu-ing in some corner of the world.
Me: u never knw....LOL!

then we come to A. with A we dont really know y we din like him. we just din. was it his show-off-ness? the way he tried to shun the limelight when it was so obvious that he loved it? the way he tried to make jokes that just got us rolling our eyes? we'll never knw. but he was sham's friend (she's gonna keeeeel me!)or at least tryin to be.....tilll now. tak putus asa!

1> sham n i were sitting beside each other and we had this unspoken agreement that we x talk to A. But A always mau jugak come talk to sham. so one day he comes

A: sham wer is the________(i x remember)
Sham: trying hard to pretend she din hear him (he's rite infront of her), looks down, up and everywer but him.
Me: looking away trying hard not to lauff.
A: continues his question
Sham: still ignoring and looks back...
Sham & Me: ketawa terbahak-bahak under the table.

2> A goes and talks to one of my friends and she
A:lalalala
N: kau jgn la cakap ngan aku, aku tak nak cakap ngan kau.

somehow he created that effect on ppl. tho now wen we think bout it, we do sound mean. but at that time we just x tahan ppl so fake like A & K. but i think we have grown up now and our tolerance level has gone up. hopefullly they have changed as well...if not kasihan the ppl who have to deal with them now ;)

but i do miss those ketawa-bawah-table-times dont u?

the engagement

i so enjoyed talking to jessie late last nite. we are still as wacky as we were in tuition last time. jessie is one of the people i can instantly start talking like i've been seeing her eday tho i havent seen her close to a year d now. so yea when we spoke yday, we were day-dreaming and talking about all the i-wish and i-hope and i-wants. it was really nice to talk to her after so long.=)

today again instead of jogging, christy took us to secret recipe. i was praying hard that no one i knw wud come there. i loooked lik crap, sweating, sticky n wearing shoes thats twice my size (suha's fault!). we had heated arguments on gender rights and society n individuals n ethin else la over brownies+ ice-cream.it really was very nice and in suha's exact words: orgasmic!


=)

then christy surprised suha with a borneo (freshwater) pearl ring which looked really pretty. and it was so funny, he got dwn on his knees and sang a song to her b4 putting it on her finger. e1 in secret recipe was cheering them on and congratulating them on their engagement.
this is the ring:




i personally prefer white pearls but heck its not my ring to comment.

hahhaaaha....okie no! they arent engaged. he just gave her a present which is the ring all the rest i made up. before suha skins me alives n buries me in my phase 2 padang.