one jealous boy

Our daily ritual after Maghrib consist of him playing  and I will be subdued from the day’s work with a book in hand. So for 15 minutes, it was suppose to be an easy affair; him with the toys, I with the books. 

Now not anymore.

The boy gets jealous of the book(s) and will attempt to snatch it away, crying, and will try to nestle his head onto mine so I will stop reading the book. He glued his button nose to my mouth, disabling any contact whatsoever with the poor book while his stumpy hand tears away the book from me.

So read the book to him you say.

But try reading 1941 to him, and try sounding silly when you read part of Blitzkrieg to the little boy, who will look to you longingly, like a lost love regained. Sungguh tidak kena.

Before he snatches the book and kick it out of sight (anyway).

So I stopped doing that. I will have to surrender and put down the book, completely stop reading the book.

And after did I stop, he will run back to his toys and continue to play out of his toy box, completely ignoring the mother.

Until I reach for the book, and up the tantrum circle.

This had been going on for about a week now and I have not been able to read (except when he is fast asleep, which by then, I will be too sleepy to do anything too)

Hanzalah 7 – Ibu  0.

‘Ibu cannot read book. Ibu must not look at something else. Ibu must look adoringly ONLY to me’ the jealous-of-the-book boy say, triumphant from his daily conquer of the Mother.

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HKA 1

Hanzalah.

Dia yang kini bergigi 7,  merangkak laju berkuak lentang, dengan senyuman semanis madu, kini genap setahun hari ini.

Setahun lepas, dalam dakapan ayah, ibu sedang bertarung nyawa menyambutmu.

Kelahiran yang dinantikan, yang dipermudahkan dan diringankan Allah, dengan seorang bayi lelaki seberat 3 kilo dan panjang 54 sm.

Dan kami namakan dia Hanzalah, sempena nama seorang panglima dan sahabat nabi.

Nama yang kami angan-angankan untuk anak pertama kami sejak mula bertemu.

Peribadi ringkas yang berani, dan dia yang tegas memilih antara dua cinta. Dia yang merasakan tertipu dengan dirinya sampaikan dikatakan dirinya munafik, walhal dirinya pantas merasa insaf dan dekat dengan TuhanNya. Itulah dia, Hanzalah ibnu Ar Rabi r.a

 

Dan harapan kami buat Hanzalah ibnu Khalis Amali, semoga terus menjadi seorang yang soleh dan ikhlas.

Semoga hatinya cepat menyerap kebaikan dan kebenaran. InshaAllah.

Semoga dijauhkan dari sifat dengki, bisikan syaitan, perkara yang buruk dan perbuatan jahat manusia. Nauzubillah.

Setiap anak itu dilahirkan dalam fitrahnya sesuci kain putih.

Semoga Allah membimbing Ayah dan Ibu selalu dalam mencorakkan peribadi muslim kepada dirimu wahai anakku. Ameen.

Selamat hari jadi, sayang.

Sanah Helwah, Hanzalah habibi.

Wahai belahan dedua ayah dan ibu.

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wordless wednesday

:) 

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tasmanian mountains

how I wish I could stay and never return.

 Oh his next hols is so faraway :-(

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angels on my right and wrong.

I have (only) one (thank God) elder brother.

He who had set the tone of the household with his comical and/or annoying gimmicks, the rebel who have an ACCA under his belt just for the sake of why not? The mathematician and music maverick whom I can not be, no matter how hard I tried, these two disciplines remains as his personal forte. Apart from that, both of us share the same insight for arts and philosophy, and will not fight about literature and politics. The good son, the beloved lazy bum who intentionally get lost during travel just to explore the unfamiliar and sudden beauties of the travel, who truly adores our mother and my child. Will soon be getting married to a wonderful lady.


 I have a twin sister.
Who seems to be living out my dream. Who knows exactly how I feel and still will give me a tight slap about it nonetheless. She’s an army officer, a doctor, a nomad vagabond, a paratrooper, a skydiver, etc etc. Who is always surrounded by equally crazy friends who would always have plans to do something, somewhere, with her. She’s volatile, funny and the custodian of my deepest secrets. She who gives and gives and gives and gives and expects nothing in return. A passionate doctor who squabbles when one ask for a free mc, but understands anyway that a human need is not justifiable only on paper, and a medical encyclopedia who know nuts about football or where Tanjung Karang is(but will go to cluelessly, just for the sake of why not).

My two siblings, my two (why nots?) 6th September brother and sister.

Zainal and Zakiah.

Happy birthday.

Lucky to have both of you, right and wrong, me stuck in the middle.

Without you, I can not be who I am now.

Thank you.

all pictures taken during their visit to Manipal. :)

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cabang-cabang cinta

Abg Romi and his beautiful family (Nur, after so long, baru dapat jumpa!)  came to our humble abode. Love begets love. That's what I learn from the short but sweet visit. He wrote about our pride n' joy here.

Kekuatan dan ketabahan hati Nur dapat dirasai. Sejuk hati memandang Nada dan Marwa. Semoga menjadi anak soleh yang mendoakan ayah dan umi, ya?

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cause and effect

In my fifth year of legal practice, I noticed somehow everything I encounter is translated to Legal semantics, cause and effect, almost mathematically, always automatically. 


Like when I'm reminded to recent personal event, I would start listing all the Latin maxims:
Persona non grata. Damnatio memoriae .Ex turpi causa non oritur actio which I loosely translate it as niat tidak menghalalkan cara. 


Like how I see the recent London riots had nothing to do with the effectual incident (as you might already see, pro BN fanbois are suddenly posting youtubes on the aftermath of the riot, and heh aren't they all quite happy to see the bashing of our student?), but rather I see it as a working class uprising.


Stop- before any of you fanbois say 'that's why we need to curb these demonstrations, its not safe etc etc'.


What you don't see is, the cause of the riot.
For a nation that respects the rule of law, it still has a wide disparity of social classes, and this alone can never guarantee permanent peace. It's an ongoing process which needs to be checked and re-checked. Always. But not in Malaysia, IMHO rule of law only exist in the scribbles of my legal notes while I was studying Constitution.And think these people would rather wait until the gap between the rich and the poor becomes as wide as heaven, than to correct it.


Sigh. 


Anyway I wish I can be objective in (subconsciously) automated legal thinking while working too. Or when I really need to.
Now my brain plays dead on me while I frantically searching for cases to be referred for next Monday's submission. Even with Lexis, everything seems to be AWOL. 


Cause: rollercoaster emotions, and a huge wave of love for my men~ Khalis n Hanz.
Effect: neverending daydreaming. Haiyohhhh I need to get back to my subs la wey!


Alhamdulillah ya Allah for my family.

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1 ramadhan

Brought Little Leif for his first Tarawikh experience.

Suffice to say, I think everyone at the last row would remember (while praying) a little boy crawling across the hall as fast as he could away from the defocused mother. Haih. I could almost hear some trying not to giggle.

I even left before the Tarawikh started, after successfully chasing and yanking the babbling baby from meddling with other people's sejadah.
He was trying to match the Imam's prayers.

And the score is: Hanzalah 1- Ibu 0.



Hanzo, you're so grounded.

:)

Missing the funny  Leif now, starting this month he's stationed with a new nanny- no more nanny Macu who's heading back to campus life. Thank you Macu and ayacik for your care :')


Ramadhan Mubarak! May we attain the pleasure of seeking of His pleasure in this holy month :)

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Zoe Jane is 19

She's already 19.

Half of her is ready for the future, half is still deep rooted onto her past, her home.

Home where she laughs, where she seldom cries, and lives her life, showered by those who loves her the most. Sometime she leave home (and comes back often), to become whatever she is destined to be, may her steps be graced and blessed by God Almighty, all the same out there where danger lurks, people seemed to be in line to hurt her, where other strangers couldn't care less.

But she;ll be bringing our prayers for her to be safe, be protected and blessed.

This time around, she's a year older, no longer a small toddler, but a full grown beautiful maiden (who is now a baby sitter, no longer the baby sister).

My Zoe Jane.

Happy 19th birthday.

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Eid di Manipal

Kuih raya pun dah tinggal habuk, baru sekarang nak update pasal hari raya?
Haha.

Sehari lambat dari Malaysia
Ala, kalau esok bulan Syawal habis pun, kami di India masih ada sehari lagi untuk beraya. Kami beraya sehari lambat, dan waktu korang tengah makan-makan merai Eid hari pertama, kami masih berpuasa hari terakhir (dan menyiapkan juadah makanan untuk esok hari).

Entah mana ralatnya, sebab masjid dah mengumumkan raya hari Ahad, tapi padi malam Ahad, masjid tersebut masih bertarawikh. Padahal mula puasa sama dengan puasa di Malaysia. Entah macamana kira, tak pasti. Mungkin nak cukupkan 30 hari. Tapi kesian kat budak-budak yang dah siap buat rendang, keesokan harinya makanan jadi basi dan kena buat semua semula.

Nasib baik aku agak malas untuk masak awal. Aku start masak rendang daging dan ayam masak merah pun dekat tengahmalam, itu pun bila dah confirm raya esok (takdenya raya lepas 31 hari puasa). Siap masak semua dalam pukul 3 pagi.

Solat Raya
Oleh kerana kami berdua ni kemana-mana dengan vespa, jadi bila aku dah siap berwuduk dari rumah, kene pakai glove tangan sebab hari ni hari raya, kena pakai baju kurung jadi kene duduk macam perempuan ayu atas motor (sebab taknak batal wuduk le). Serious rasa macam nak jatuh. Sepanjang perjalanan ke Masjid, nampak kelibat orang-orang Islam India berpusu-pusu berjalan kaki, dengan baju raya yang meriah, walaupun hari hujan. Alhamdulillah kami selamat tiba di Masjid-e-Manipal.

Solat raya di sini tiada bezanya, cuma tiada alunan takbir style Melayu yang mendayu-dayu dan khutbah raya dalam bahasa Kannada (dialek biasa di Manipal). Tapi boleh tangkap apa yang cuba disampaikan, sebab banyak Ayat Quran diselitkan dalam khutbah.

Usai solat, jemaah masjid berpelukan (yang perempuanlah..muslimin aku tak nampak) dan mengucapkan Eid Mubarak. Terasa Meriah di masjid walaupun kelibat jemaah orang Malaysia tak begitu kelihatan.

Raya di India
Di bandar-bandar yang jauh lebih besar, solat raya akan diadakan dikawasan lapang dan diawasi pihak polis yang bersenjatakan rotan panjang untuk keselematan (oh ye, sini Inspektor Sahab je kot yang ada pistol, orang-orang bawahannya bawa rotan panjang macam cikgu-cikgu HM kita time sekolah dulu).

Populasi orang Islam di India adalah lebih kurang 15% daripada 155 juta penduduk, dan merupakan agama kedua terbesar di India. Dari jumlah ini, India merupakan negara ketiga terbesar mempunyai jumlah penduduk Islam (selepas Indonesia dan China). Menariknya, pengikut Islam di India adalah golongan minoriti terbesar di dunia.

Kebanyakan muslim disini akan berkopiah, dan wanitanya kebanyakannya berpakaikan hitam dan berpurdah (tapi kadang-kadang nampak ekor rambut dibelakang). Mungkin budaya. Entahlah. Sehairan aku melihat mereka, sepelik tulah kot dorang tengok aku. Bertudung tapi berseluar (wanita tradisional jarang memakai seluar dengan t-shirt/kemeja, kecuali untuk dipadankan dengan pansuit).

Perasaan raya
Haha tak boleh tipulah, memang janggal beraya tanpa keluarga dan hiruk pikuk makcik-makcik aku sebelum raya. Tapi merasa jugaklah beraya di perantauan, disamping suami tersayang. Makanan yang termampu kami buat, kami buat. Tapi burasak (makanan Bugis, nasi pulut kukus yang diletak dalam daun pucuk pisang) tak terbuat.. sebabnya tak tahu mana nak cari daun pucuk pisang. Meliur jugak dengar Mak cakap raya tahun ni Burasak menjadi. Sob sob.

Ish, cakap pasal raya, mesti tulis pasal makanan. Yalah, dah sebulan berpuasa macam la bulan puasa korang tak melantak makanan sedap-sedap . Haha.

Sekian, laporan raya.

Selamat hari raya maaf zahir batin dari kami berdua.

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Macam Mak Datin

Yelah, kerjanya hanya melawa meneman suami ke function yang dia pun tak tahu orang-orang sekeliling. Dalam dua tiga hari secara berterusan tak payah masak makan free komuniti pelajar buat open house dan diatas kesempatan nilah aku mengikut Mr K. Dan diperkenalkan sebagai Mrs K (siap ada announcement. Sangat segan ok)

Tapi tak lah Mak Datin.
Aku masih comot.

Bak kata Yah bila ber-skype tempoh hari "eww korang dorang buruk la"

Yes I have a terribly honest sibling.

In relation to that, my defence as to why I'm I'm fatter and darker:
Baru aku discover kenapa aku hitam..sebab dalam bas/train, Mr K akan suruh aku duduk di tepi tingkap. Jadi dia duduk di sebelah aisle. Alasannya sebab nak protect aku (dari apa?) tapi akibatnya, aku kena dimamah matahari. Oh sungguh aku tidak peduli.Hm maybe next time aku suruh dia pulak duduk tepi tingkap dalam bas. Baru aku ada can jadi heroin Hindustan yang putih melepak itu.

Gemuk?sebab syok makan masakan sendiri. Haha aktiviti aku seharian, boleh agak kot lah kan masak, makan, mengemas, tengok Weeds, main facebook, baca buku. Mana taknya menternak lemak. Tapi setelah mentekedarah majlis raya secara berjaya, aku bersenam aerobik pagi tadi dan telah dua hari berjogging dengan encik K tersebut di End Point yang cantiknya MasyaAllah. (Self Note: bawa kamera).

But today I got these. tu bahasa hindi : my pyar karthi hoo. Ntah apa makna dia.

Ah the guy hasn't stop being the debonair who brings flowers to his lady :) And I feel beautiful. Ataupun sebab nak pujuk Liverpool kalah dengan Chelsick semalam kottt Hahaha

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congrats sis!

Tahniah ZZ for your MD degree.
Sorry lah letak pic ni..can't resist, expression muka terlalu kiut.
Walaupun Yah kata "alah konvo je, tak penting" tapi we were very happy to be there for you.

Mak senyum sepanjang hari.
Af ingatkan I can't make it to your convo, rupa2nya just nice to make it on time.
Walaupun tak masuk dewan, tapi takdela aksi "Negaraku" sebab kitaorang enjoy je tunggu :)

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allahumaghfirlahu warhamhu.

A relative of mine passed away few days ago.

Arwah was a firemen.
So we were brought to the Shah Alam Fire Station after the post mortem for Solat Jenazah.

Arwah didn't die because of any fire mishap.
They usally can overcome critical situations, afterall, they're professionally trained.

But he died in his sleep. Just 31 years old.
(The same age with my eldest sister) Young, with two young kids.

Doctors revealed his heart stopped beating, in his sleep.
Friends told us that they found him lying on the couch of his living room in his unit, the lights was not switched off, indicating that he only meant for a nap, to take a rest.
I could imagine he must've been very tired, to just came back from his shift and dozed to sleep not knowing it'll be eternal.

His mother was shocked to hear her youngest son died in such away. Suddenly.
She fainted few times.
Must've been very shocking, to the very least of emotions.
Afterall, arwah didn't have any health complication known of, and he was fit.
He didn't look as if he had any heart problems, he was not fat at all.
Tapi tulah.... ajal maut di tangan Tuhan.

Innalillah.
Shahriman
(1978-2009.)

p/s: peringatan untuk aku yang selalu tido dahulu sebelum solat isyak.


(Cerita sampingan: Seriously, that was my first time being in a Fire Station. I was excited (aku kan tomboy dulu) seeing the Fire Engines and yes, there were poles~one we could slide down aku ingat dalam cerita je ada? siap ada siren emergency from the tower..waaah! cepat je fire engine tu keluar, tak sampai seminit!)

When we arrived Yah quickly glanced to me and said "Sukalah tu. I know you like firemen" with that annoying look to tease me. I committed myself to embarrassment telling that to her once, but it never occurred to me of any importance why I said it, but here's my reasons.
Hah jangan ngengade ingat bukan-bukan !

True, I had always thought I'll marry one that would douse my hot temper or in truest sense, I had always been attracted to heroic-type of people.

Why specifically firemen, not policemen? I knew from I was young they receive duit kopi eughh. Memang turn off OK! I fear them.

Why not army..thing is, firemen could not save you from other evils but fire, which is not a human controlled. So it kinda made firemen a special league on their own. Yang lain tu macam boleh tercemar dengan agenda politik je?

Doctors? well, I haven't the slightest thought of marrying a doctor (sorry sayang?) But its not the same with lawyers, whom I made sure I'll never get involved with! hahahahaaaaa.) Kutuk diri sendiri. Ehem.

Anyway. siut je Yah.) Tu cerita Darjah dua laaa!

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about a girl

yang bertudung merah: feveret nurse aka rakan2 karaoke beliau

Boleh ke aku tag dia, dia tag aku balik?

Ok2. Mari aku kenalkan korang pada adik kembar aku yang bernama Zakiah.

1. Dia seorang pegawai tentera berpangkat Captain
aku rasa lawak ah orang2 bawah dia kene tabik hentak2 kaki bila jumpa dia. Haha

2. Walaupun kitaorang rapat, tapi kami jauh berbeza.
Bak kata Fariz, kami ibarat langit dengan bumi bezanya. (Dan dia bumi, sambung Fariz lagi, sebab dia bulat hahaha). Seringkali kami terpaksa bersumpah dan menunjukkan IC untuk membuktikan kami adik beradik kandung. Tengok nama pun orang tak percaya. Aku A, Dia Z. Aku nama barat, dia nama kekampungan. Muahahaha (gelak evil)

3. Laughter is the best medicine
Dia sangat menghiburkan dan disayangi di mana-mana, kalau di tempat kerja, nurse2 dan pesakit2 pun sangat appreciate beliau yang seakan2 Doctor Adam Patch. Dan aku tau walaupun dia suka melawak, dia sangat dedicated dengan kerjanya. Tak pernah aku tengok doctor passionate sebegitu.

4.Manusia 120% Air.
Dia kuat minum air dan makan pon boleh tahan jugak bergelen-gelen sehari. Aku pernah cakap dengan dia kalau tong pun boleh pecah tapi dia buat bodoh je.

5. Perangai Bugis.
Nampaknya mengikut Bonda kami yang 100% bugis (nenda2 kami bugis), hanya Yah sahaja yang ikut perangai Bugis. Aku jeles jugak tapi hahaha aku tak dapat nafikan, walaupun aku tak tau apa itu "Perangai Bugis". Dia ni suka merantau, passionate, cita-cita tinggi, terlalu berani, tak peduli orang kata apa, ada sedikit cepat melenting, cepat memaafkan, pandai mengarah (hahahaha). Tapi dia comot. Hmm.

6. Al-Kitab Zakiah
Kami sekeluarga ada sediakan 100 perkara mengenai Yah dalam satu buku. Tapi terlalu personal untuk dimasukkan di blog untuk tatapan umum, pendekata Zakiah ni memang terlalu unik sehinggakan kami perlu untuk mencatat ke-unikan beliau.

7. Ahli 6 September.
Dia share birthday dengan kekanda kami Zainal. Ada beberapa gambarfoto yang menunjukkan kekanda kami yang sedang menyambut birthdaynya yang ke-5, dan aku yang waktu tu berusia 1 tahun sedang mencopet kek harijadi yang best tersebut (sebab Nal tak bagi orang sentuh kek dia)--pada hari yang samalah Zakiah dilahirkan. Mengikut riwayat dia pun nak sebok sambut birthday tersebut.

fakta: aku dikelilingi orang-orang 6 Sept. Bos aku dan anak perempuannya pun lahir tarikh yang sama.

8. Kereta Baru
Selama ini dia dikenali dengan kereta buruk aka Power rangers nya yang selalu meragam dan buat hal. Tapi semalam dia dapat kereta baru. Dia beli kereta yang simple, katanya mudah. Memang orang yang jimat.

9. Hati dia baik dan suka meraikan orang
Walaupun kadang2 dia agak menjengkilkan (esp terhadap Fariz) hahahaaaaaaaa..oh ye dia suka meraikan orang, kenduri kahwin kawan2 dia jarang miss walaupun sibuk. Honestly aku rasa dia antara insan yang membuat aku selesa dengan diri sendiri

10. Def-tone karaoke maniac.
Dia suka menyanyi dan terus menyanyi walaupun kami kutuk. Dia selalu terlupa lirik, dan menghentam sesukahati dan selalunya nyanyi out of tune. Aku kira dia pandai menghiburkan hati sendiri tapi tak peduli orang lain kata apa.

That's our Yah for you. =)

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kueh lapis

I was down with a slight fever, so I took an mc so that I could sleep through the day.
My aching back had been mercilessly got me curled in pain yesterday, but when I woke up at 11 today, it's all gone.

Like a charm.

Mother would vouch if I'd been given an mc, I'll never stay put at home longer than 11.
True enough, at noon I made my way to Terminal 2 to renew my passport, (Karen had advised me to start queuing from 7 am )but I decided just to gamble my luck.

All done even before 3. Not bad huh?
While waiting, we had lunch at Restoran Selera Pantai Timur,10 minutes drive from the Subang Airport serving mouth watering Ikan Bakar, another alternative for Ikan Bakar Jalan Bellamy.

There it was right before my eyes.



I can't help but to feel nostalgic everytime I see kueh lapis.
It made me miss my Atokne.

When I was little, I thought grandmothers live forever.
I saw her pictures doting my youngest auntie, and for a five year old, that seems a whole lot of a century.

My Atokne was from a blue blood lineage, but despite that, she lived a hard life during the Japanese invasion era and maybe just like the rest of the girls during her time, she never had the opportunity to have proper education.

But this did not hinder her to learn, and I knew she was one of the few who followed "kelas dewasa" to learn how to read. At times I saw her reading newspapers, page to page, not skipping anything.

I would always remember her as the stern-type grandmother, the family house in the village is always a tip-top condition, the leaves surrounding it would be swept clean even before breakfast. But yet food is always kept to the traditional minimum~ a Johorian trait I guess, Ikan asam pedas and some other greens. But that's it.

I remember wanting to eat this cadbury chocolate, but she kept it secured far from my reach.
As a 7 year old, there's nothing more you could be upset about.
That day I kept sulking, though I didn't show this to her (I was afraid of the bigger mess if I made a big issue by throwing tantrums, my was I that obedient?!) but later that day, she secretly called me and gave me half of the chocolate bar. I never understood this.

But I sort of knew she had always made me feel special.
Once, I had been wanting to eat Kueh Lapis so much, and she made it for me.
And this we're talking about someone who have kept food simple and just enough for the day.
She made it even before I woke up but she never said anything about it. When I sunk my teeth to the pink and whites, I could tell you I was almost near to tears.

And sometimes, she would store the best tasting durian tempoyak and the best jem manggis into small plastic containers, as Mother would tell me, Atukne would tell her, "Afzan suka ni".

I never understood her ways, she was always serious, and I was always the tomboy trouble-maker, and not quite the hardworking Johorian type you know what I mean. So we were not really bestfriends of sorts, but when she was bed ridden I could not bear seeing her in that condition, and often I feel envious to my uncle who could serve and treat her so well.
Somehow, I felt my "special zone" encroached.
My heart broke when she died.

I miss my Atokne.
I guess its true that grandmothers live forever, in the hearts of their granddaughters.

Al-fatihah.
Raja Zabedah Raja Ahmad Ambok Ewak.

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and then it rained..

Last Friday, my ol' trusty Satria thinks she is a Motorboat.

Oh yes it rained.
And flooded.

And rained the heaven did like it never rained before.
We were inconveniently sardined into the car, which I thank God for good company, and we were a good company sardined into that hatchback car of mine from 4 pm to 11 pm!

My youngest sister, whom I picked up from school at 1 pm (on the same day lah) told me its like a journey accross the country, but the range of distance clocked was only 31 km.
She was devastated when I read out the numbers.
Would it better if the hours were used to reach some southern beach 400 kms away, hmm?

Massive jams in KL everytime there is rain.
Have to push the responsible authority for a better rain drainage, fools, thinking that it rains seasonally. So as if this thing shall pass.
(If you're not responsible, don't bother lah) Buat rugi airliur.

Haven't you heard of the worst global warming, and we can expect it getting worse.
Earth hour is one good baby step, but still, a long way to go and Mother Earth is beyond repair.
Kesian kat anak2 kita nanti. Huuuu (berkata aku yang memacu kereta berenjin petrol)

Yes yes. Rain drainage. Tol je pandai naik. Jalan (longkang pun) macam hantu.

AND! please cut down the trees that would be hazardous to the road users.
Not the trees in our Forest Reserve. Sheeeeesh.

So these were the thoughts we had while we were stuck in the massive crawl last Friday.
No time is wasted if its with your loved ones.

Boredom is not the usual case.
Panic, is not either.

But then boredom struck the car, which had been toying with the idea 'hey I can float through the flood. And which it did.'
And strikes the Panic when the schizophrenic car finally realizes that a car shall remain a car and cannot float through water. And then it died out of embarrassment.
As we caused the second reason for the traffic jam.

We came back home at 1.
Happy to be home nonetheless.

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of March 22

5-0!
Yesterday was my 26th birthday.
What a marvelous way to celebrate a birthday ~grins~
(Gerro, for your hattrick ~phwoar)

And sweet, Chelsea and Man Utd lost their games.
Arsenal, congrats for your 3-1 yeah.

Happy happy birthday!
Thank you dear family and friends for your wishes..thank you.

Sangat seronok semalam semua geng adik bradik ada (Yah who drove all the way from PPUm to Putrajaya to celebrate walaupun muka macam zombie tak boleh blah. Penat kerja).
Tak sempat amek gambar pon sebab sangat happy berborak sini sana.

And thank you, to dear husband Mr k for the double celebration cake (which I celebrated with Mom last thursday huhu): To the Queens of our Hearts, couldn't be more apt :p
Thank you Mr K (semalam Mak kata dia tolong makankan 'bahagian' pizza abg..sampai dia tersangat full hehe)

Hida and Sasha, my Summer Equinox twins, happy birtday to you babes!


aku tak lupe :D
I had a blast, I hope you had yours too....the last time kita bertiga celebrate sama2 about 2 years ago kat Nando's, kan? Bila laaa boleh celebrate mcm dulu

:D

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numb3rs

Here I go again.

115326500.
192208.
3203.
133.
4.
19.

Numbers.
Numbers that means nothing to anyone else.
Numbers that I watch closely. Til sweet autumn, that is.
Sigh.

Seconds. Minutes.Hours.Days.Months.Weeks.
Here I go again.

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Anyway, the whole gang came with us this morning to the airport to watch Mr K fly off to India.
His family and mine. Their presence did take away some of the galloping sadness of temporary separation, and with them I gather strength. (sangat toyer. Ye ye aku tahu. Biarlah)

(Takde la aku melalak kalau aku drive sorang2 ke airport, pastu kene adjust seat driver bila Mr K dah fly. Sangat sedih ok!)

Nai drove us, with mak accompanying and I slept on Zt's lap (impossible I know, tapi peha katak tu ada isi yang empok rupanya! heheee).

tengok stokin busuk pink --> tu kaki milik cikodok yang kurus tapi empok.
(zetty a.k.a cikodok keroro yang gengster tu pakai tudong itam)

Bila sampai rumah, I straightaway have to go to office, but the alienating emptiness Mr K left us is quite awkward walaupun sebulan je dia kat sini. Mak pun rasa gitu. Oh!

(hehe my mom loves you, darling)

Anyway, kepulangan aku ke tempat kerja bersamaan dengan hari decision yang kami dapat order in terms. Against one big con*struction company.
Alhamdullilah.
Yeahu!

Dan encik Bos tersenyum sahaja.
Nasib baik. (Setelah gue vacation 2 minggu...harap2 kerja pas ni tak membunuh!)
Hehe.

Semangat Kerja! Oooyeah!
Allahumaana :D

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..and then we got married.

Alhamdullilah ya Allah.

Ipoh reception was as fun (and hilarious too!). We got Ayiie (the neighbour) as our jester! Gila lawak la budak tu!

I must admit that the delay to any wedding-flavoured post to this blog is simply because I can't find the right words to portray the happy events.
If I have to describe the wedding to anyone, including to those who comes to us in the future, I would tell them it was simply marvelous.

Simple.
Funny (very!)
And Blissful with a capital B.

Alhamdullilah ya Allah!

Fara even got her auntie to come all the way from Singapore to be a part of us ;)
I can never thank F.E enough. Angel.

Deep thanks to family members and dearest friends who made it happen.
I got a girlfriend who called me days before the wedding and never thought she would shed a tear for a friend who's about to get married, but did. I love you, sis.. You know who you are.

To our friends who came early for the akad and waited long enough for the function even though I could not spare more than 5 minutes for them. Thank you.
To our Friends who had to endure the hot sunny day and came all the way for us. Thank you.
To our Friends who had to rush for more important matter but still made it for us. Thank you.
To our Friends who had showered us with gifts.
And to our Friends who prayed for us.
I love you all.
You gave me support and I will cherish it for as long as I live.

To my mother, who remained my pillar of strength, thank you.
To my keroro clan, thank you.
I think (mungkin aku perasan tapi biarlaaaa) it was the most fun wedding ever!

Now that I'm back at work, and my newly wed husband is going back to India this Friday, still life could never be the same anymore for us.

Certain plans have been arranged for, I'll let you know when its due but while life is slowly taking its normal shape back again, lets just enjoy the moments.

We will continue in our struggle to live eternally happily ever after with God's guidance.
Amin.

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superwoman

Kami adalah makcik gam, makcik reben asmatik dan makcik ekor babi.
Di bawah pengawasan Mbak (Queen Latifah) yang menguntum reben-rebennya dimana-mana.

Bersama cik Ninanya di Startbucks di awal pagi.
Menonton tv bersama Puan Nora dan kekucingan mereka.
Mengelak mulut jahat dan stress kerja di galeri seni.
Tanpa gerutu dan "I slap you if.." setiap kali ditanya adakah semua ini menyusahkan.

Makcik-makcik terhutang budi kepada Mbak superwoman.
Terutama Makcik Gam.

Yang akhirnya percaya that there's such thing as wonderful and sincere hearted people.

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