:)

I thanked God for you as the one that I spend life with

Thank you for always be there
Thank you for always wanting to be there
Thank you for sharing the laughter
Thank you for the morning hugs even if you're mad
Thank you for thanking me for each meal I cooked
Thank you for being the best man for me
Thank you for after all these years,you make me feel loved no less

I love you and always

Happy Anniversary love

Yesterday was my 9th wedding anniversary. This time I didnt forget.

There's reason why I didnt. tak bleh cakap la nanti kantoi

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the other day, M and I watched hellboy II and in the movie, Hellboy and Abe sang Barry Manilow's I cant smile

When M and I living apart, there were times he was a romantic silly and sent me some lagu lah

I think u guys pretty much can guess at least one of the few

but as an oldie as he looks now, he sang this song to me... aiyoooo so groovy k

I watched the simpson the other day. the simpsons moved out from springfield and Homer got a new job. During the office tour, the boss asked him

Boss: why do want to work here, Homer?
Homer: Because I love to work with you
Boss: My butt is for sitting , not for kissing.

Whurrdd!!

Indeed it is.

Out of sight, out of mind

Must be the hormone pills.

my mood swings like a whirlwind tornado.

and am feeling all blues

and frustrated

~~~~~

I should not continue writing coz I have nothing nice to say

Nur Kasih

More than a year ago, few friends encouraged me to watch NurKasih.

Aku bab drama melayu nih ada sket kurang lah beb.

I so cannot tahan all the meraung, skrip ntah hapa2 .. and romantic yg tak logik

Recently, i told myself why dont I give it a try.

Mencariklah di youtube

I couldnt find the episodes in the youtube but one thing forsure, there 26 episodes of them.

Kalau tgk bila masa nak abis nih

I found this website, and the blogger was so nice to write write a spoiler of each episode.

I finished all 26 episodes in less than half hour without having to watch the drama, the tears, etc etc

Mon fete d'aniversaire

In the morning,M gave me a big hug and he gave me a hand sign like a blinking light.

I was like , what the hell is that

He didnt say anything and we just do the morning cuddles. until it's time to take a shower, I said sadly, " u r forgetting something".

And M replied, "NO! I told you happy birthday with my fingers. there are ballons"

yeah rite!

Kissy kissy after kawin ya.. :)

I missed walking along Santa Monica Beach.. hmm

p/s syaf- ingat tak mamat mereng dlm sub yg hang kata "sayang hensem tp gila". the guy in this video cam muka diakan..hahahah

Mes amours

Kejam kah aku??!!

Few nites ago I was talking to Alkisahnya. In the midst of our conversation, he said that sometimes he needs someone opposite sex to share some personal emotion-related matter with.

NOT his mom nor ME!!

Actually, I was thinking of someone else instantly when he uttered those sentences.

After graduating, P and I heading north for job opportunity. Of course, we became a good friend.

On one nite, in a wee hours of morning to be exact, when I was deep asleep to a fantastic dream, I was awake by a phone call from P.

I was pretty upset of course, but hey nothing beats the brotherhood ( my classmates didnt bother to consider me as a female friend, anyway).

P wanted to pour his heart out about the kekasih dilemma he was having and he needed a comfort from a person who will tenderly empathy the vulnerable and delicate feelings.

Err..hmmm.. all what I could remember the comfort words I used to ease his painful feeling

*Padan muka hang!! * Yang hang p gatai mengorat tu pasai pa *Gatai p korek lubang kuboq hang sendiri bokpa * Nasib hang la

He hung up by saying," Nyampah aku cakap ko ni, bukan bg aku rasa lega pun"

I continued my sleep without a slight of guilt

My oh My

An old friend add me on her FB recently. As my FB profile shows the image of M and I, she replied to me, " Cita2 hang nak kawin omputih dpt gak na"

Oh if she ever knew what I was going through years before meeting Monsieur.

Had I wish to marry non malay. Maybe. but had I wish not to marry at all . YES DEFINITELY!!

During my teen and early tween years. 2 things I loathed ; Men and Children.

I have a lot of penpals, yes. but most of them are girls.

But again, (if I had the 'cita2'), it was pretty much faded when I got to know some quality lads in Itm.

Faded as in completely washed away.

And who knows , the table turns, and the karma came and bite me in the arse real hard.

I was not really the quality Malay/Malaysian lads' cup of tea.

And I was not really ready for L.O.V.E. I didnt have a degree under my belt yet and all I wanted was to see the WORLD if not the universe.

But to work in the manufacturing industry would not offer much and IN FACT, it made me feel my biological clock is ticking twice faster.

And sharing a room with two hot babes who went missing almost every night dating. No TV, zilch entertainment, except for the giggles from the next door's spinsters watching Kuch Kuch Ho Ta Hai and hearing them gasped for air when their hearthrob Shahrukh Khan flashing a smile on Tv screen, I pretty much desperately wanted to settle for any man.

And I was only 22. kann ayaq gatai dah naik ke kepala

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Among all my friends, be it female or male, they pretty much know that I never had any asmara relationship. Thanks to my principle - Say NO to bf and gf thingy and the ideal age to get married is at 35, it dons to prolong my celibacy.

but few concerned friends, tried to hook me up.

IT WAS BAD. REALLY REALLY BAD

I was duped after 1st date.

and with hurtful comments too

Tak lawa. Hitam. Gemuk. Huduh.
Tak mau pegang tangan. soh peluk tak mau.

Hello aku bini kau ke??!! kalau dah gatai sgt, pi la peluk mak hang.

Yes I love to use maternal insult when it comes to NO respect to women.

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M ---

I met a guy who amanah, strictly practicing Islam according to the 5 and 6 pillars, kind, generous, keeps his faith as best as he possibly could, in a land where many of my countrymen were taking advantage not to pray, makan ayam katok and speak trash, cause for them, I repent when I am old. life is too short not to live it.

Having said that, I am glad, if really my cita2, tercapai jugak.

young driver - pt 1

The first time I got my hands on wheels was at the tender age of 9. Nobody, I mean NObody taught me how to use the clutch. All I remembered, I positioned the clutch stick back and forward to gohead & gostan the car.

I did not know that a functional car has 5 gears or 4. yet!


Of course, I was only 9. ayah allowed me to drive his baby because I had to moved it 10 meters in radius back and forth in our small front yard cause I did him a favor of cheap labor mowing the lawn. And it was not the fancy smancy new released Metallic Green Proton Saga 1st edition. It was only a Toyota Colt 1970's model with bright sky turquoise cheap paint job with a very weird horn-looking bumper painted charcoal black and a loose string to keep the trunk hood tight.


Not really a dream car that you will be very proud to show off or drive off to school.


But definitely your ol' man wont mind any one or two small dent around the body.

Having said that, I officially drove my dad's car on the road (without his knowledge) when I was 13 when both my parents went for Umrah/Hajj for almost 3 months. I was warned to keep my hands off from the kitchen but not the car (not that they would expect me dare to drive it).

During that time, I pretty much know (through discreetly observation) it needs to be in gear 1 before change it to gear 2 when the car in moving mode but my knowledge and experience to operate a moving vehicle on legal road was still very very limited.

It was a long 10 minutes drive with a frantic and hysterical sister on the passenger's seat continuously yelling left and right. And she was the quietest in family.

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My first driving tutor was my mom. I would like to believe that my driving lessons were pretty challenging as my mom would ask me to take over the wheels on the winding route from Parit Buntaq to Kelang Lama through Sg Karangan. Any true blue Kedah Southerners would know how brutal it can be for amateur to drive in tight two lanes with sharp corners and string of big trucks.

And I was only 15, and no, I said NO 15 yr old kid will refuse any chance to drive.

Although with years of driving experience, I even drove illegally to Penang after SPM, 3x attending the stupid, long and boring driving course, I finally got my driving licence when I was working in Penang.

I actually failed when I was 17 after SPM. Not that I drove badly, but the idiot from JPJ asked for pre-duit raya of RM50 from me through my driving school's teacher.

Eeee tak koser mak k. sib baik masa tu aku budak tak paham bahasa lagi. kalau tak free mak dapat dosa bg rasuah.

to be or not tobe

A thoughtful friend sent me an article about a lady who kindly shares her miraculous journey to get pregnant.

Instead of feeling inspirational, I felt worse.

I appreciate (not) people's concern on my infertility. yes we're trying but it's NO big deal.

We try all we can until we exhaust all the resources. At the end of the day, we leave the rest to the hand of Allah because we believe He knows what's best for us.

But by sending me articles, talking about it yada yada. Annoying k

Rileks la beb

p/s btw, our gynae told us that I have pretty high testosterone hormone. M said now he knows where all the jumpiness come - siot

Duit raya

No! I dont get it anymore.

I'd say the pinnacle of people's generosity during Eid must be the blank cheque I received from my brother when I was at the age of 19.

Yes, it is B.L.A.N.K!!! until minutes later my bro asked me to write down the number. it was 3 digits and heaven it was good enough.

my tween years were my golden dollar sign years. Although after graduating and working, the older male figures in the family still giving me the duit raya. Probably they thought me as a minah karan who earn very little until later they found that I was making more than they do. Well the eldest one just about to launch his career in teaching profession while the 2nd one, well, err.. he was the wealthiest one. Thank you to all the development of the country, he hopped from one company to another with a handsome salary increment and perks. and the other two, oh well, let's forget about it!

but as the wise man said - besaq periuk, besaq la kerak.

then, my duit raya turned to be in formed of gift. hey Tie Rack's Scarf was not that bad either.

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Despite the right reason of supposedly the joy of celebrating eid, duit raya seems to be driving force of me looking forward to complete a month fasting.
And again, not all my duit raya memoirs are all joy. There were years where I completely duped by sista#1 and mak.

suffices to say, duit rayaku bak debu berterbangan di angin lalu

In the marking of the end of Syawal. M and I wishing all my blog readers, Selamat menyambut hari raya.

Persatuan

Haih. recently and not so recent, many 'pihak' approach me to sign up for their persatuans.

Truthfully, if they really know me, they would know that I am so not a persatuan person.

Aku ni taklah baik sangat but if people need help, kalau boleh tolong. Tolonglah kan

But again. no string attached. No commitment. I do as what I please. No one bossy me around.

And with some persatuan, if you signed up with them, hatta hang p berak ke jamban pun kena buat lapuran.

Apa keslah kan

And with the isi borang and whatnot. Aku taulah ko nak keahlian tu utk apa? dont give me shit about helping people. It's loud and clear you are helping people to help yourself.

haih. semua self interest. Dimanakah hilangnya keikhlasan

And why people get all PMS if i refuse to signup. free country meh. If you need my help and it's for good things, i would be gladly to help but why we have to make it official. do something nice of the name of persatuan. Can it just be nawaitu Lillahi-Taala.

From now on, if people asked me if I would like to signup for their persatuan, I'd say that I already have my persatuan, and it's only limited to 3 people and it's already full. the persatuan is Me, Myself and I.

Iphone!Ipad!I Care??!!

This morning M told me that RIM came out something like Ipad. a bit smaller.

Indeed I'd like to have one of Apple's product someday. It's not mandatory but it will be nice. However, M opposed the idea of me getting an Iphone. He kept asking me to change my service provider and instead of Iphone , he will get me a Samsung.

Errrkk!!!! SAMSUNG

Just so you know, Samsung Galaxy has 48 apps (whatever it is) double than what Iphone has.

But knowing me, I get bored with gadget pretty fast. So it would be a waste to spend quite moolahs for something that later would be used merely as text messaging and phonecalls.

I cannot pretend to be who i AM NOT.

Why should I bother with what people think of me if what they think mean nothing.

** this is a random post.

I wonder if M is accepting the job at *LOBLAWS*

I bet some people will take their mind off pretty wild

ahaks

Steak : Tanahair vs Mataair

being a true blue peghut melayu, I didnt fancy western food that much when I was still living in Tanahair. The closest 'steak' I've got to taste either daging panggang cicah ayaq asam and the one time Cleanguy treated me black pepper steak ygharamtaksedaplangsung at some warung near to Subang.

No fancy smancy restaurant okay.

Thank God for M, he is such a good cook of the opposite malaysian/eastern cooking. I, on the other hand, converted my hardcore sambai tumis teloq palate to some oh la la rib eye steak with beets salad (kannn hangpa pun heran kan kan kan kan)

So when I went back to Malaysia, a friend suggested that we had our gala dinner at our ol'schoolmate's restaurant (promote sket - Pannaz restaurant) for cowboy's cuisine, I was pretty ecstatic.

why?
1. Restoran ni masuk TV ok.
2. My friends raved gloriously about their food
3. I got to taste the real deal compare to years of amateur's who perasan like a 5 stars chef

I ordered an American something that what appeared to me not more than All American breakfast (the sausage, 8 oz of welldone steak - which i loike, another sausage, baked beans and sunny side egg)

no greens - AT ALL

Well, we all know that steak is pretty much standard. black pepper and salt. pan fried or bake or BBQ. but what make a good stake (in my 2 cents)is the gravy and how old they aged the meat.

On the second bite of my steak, M's reigns the supreme. His homemade from scratch gravy using Laziza's apple flavored non alcoholic beer, tasted thousandfold better.

I cleaned my plate like typical me the AhkaktongShamphah. I hold my tongue as I dont want to be labelled perasan but my RM70 with tips aint worth it.

My friends still raved the foods were scrumptious. I didnt say anything cause nobody bothered to ask how good my food is. Well, I am not so popular among schoolmates anyway (espe guys) and with my sister's malfunctioned blouse (keja nak menyembul bra aku ajerr.. eeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii horror mak), i pretty keep all the not-so-positive things to myself.

I dont know what jampi M sprays on his steak, but one thing forsure, I have a mataair not at tanahair who can make just how I like it. :)

Au revoir Ottawa, bienvenue XX

Raya Open house

After so long berkelana, I decided to make an open house to some close friends.

Close tak close pun, the guests is almost 60 people.

Jenuh makcik berperang didapor k

The menu for da day were

-Bihun Sup Utara (cheq promote bagai nak rak k)
-Yong Tau Fu
-Mee Goreng
-Kuew teow goreng
-Lemang with Beef and chicken rendang
-Nasi himpit n kuah kacang
-my first time ever ugly looking london almong and choc chic cookies

It was pretty fun. It was good food with great company too. no complaint

p/s will updaate the pics later

raya will come soon. mak in mekah. am thinking to make an open house. not technically an open house like in Malaysia where everybody can come. but it's raya .. who cares and this is a free country.

Am thinking to bake few cookies coz am not thinking to make nasi for that day. but i havent bake any cookies except for tart nenas for a long time. enjin tarak panas lagi lorr.. and M is not that really a helper in that department.

and the fact my cookies sparing partner sudah tiada.. haih.. pressure beb

Am suddenly missing all my good friends. Would it be great if they are still here.

a good friend left town for good. I am sad beyond any words

told sis#1 to make doa a triplet for me when she's infront of Kaabah. Then sis#1 said, can do but you have to give me one.

Dalam hati cheq berkata bagi semua pun takpa


Pak Janggut tau mati aku

Dilemma beb

nanti aa citer.. tp dilemma.. alahaiii

Breaking Fast & Sahur

For the 1st couple of days, M worked from home and subsequently cooked for iftar. After fasting for more than 13 hours, apa kes aku nak makan roti dgn salad dgn ayam bakaq aja kan

Whatever it is, Thank you M, for the cooking. but I appreciate if you can clean the kitchen stove to 'my minimum standard'

Angin Mengedik datang menyerang

sat sat tadi nih cheq ada la p jumpa abekacak kat kedai kophi

Had tang nih, cheq kena sembang dalam bahasha kitalah, kot2 nnt janggut kat ghumah mai baca, mampuih cheq kena tiau.

sebelum cheq p jumpa dia tu, cheq dapat la dia punya kertas kerja, adalah alamat kot alam maya kot2 cheq nak tgk dia gheja kompeni hapa

dah kat situ, cheq saja tekan2 kot2 adala ghupa abe ni laghu mana. cheq dok ingat ni mesti tua bangka kerepot nak mati, skali keluaq gambaq... alahaiiii gigit jari cheq oiiii..segak tak sangka

gatai la apa lagi kan

sebelum cheq jumpa tu, cheq singgah sat kat rumah kawan cheq. cheq pun saja2 la dok tayang kat anak2 dara nih satgi cheq nak p jumpak marka baaeeekkkk punya..

Bukan apa dah tua2 ni kan, cheq saja nak tunjuk kat budak2 muda, kira kacak ka tak, marka nih.. kot2 mata cheq dah kero

lepaih ghamai2 tengok gambaq, maka bersepakat la kami bahawasanya rupanya boleh tahan dong... laghi bersemangat cheq nak p bertemu..habaq mai

tp tula, tgk kot gambaq..apa kes la kan.. quote kawan cheq yg nak mendengki

*buat gewe ni sora itik*
*BO baguih punya*
*mulut berbau*

keberangkalian tu mestilah kan

jadik masa cheq sampai kat depan kedai tu, maka berjumpalah la ngan marka itew.


ALAHAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII..... bergoyah jantung cheq. lupa sat janggut kat ghumah makan sup sorang2

Awan sembilan k

hangpa nak tengok ghupa dia laghu mana

Saja Rasa Senak Titik Angkat Ekoq Rasa Oren

Parlez-vous Francais??!!

Yesterday, the instructor, the NiceOne, the Historian and I were talking about the benefit of being bilingual (and bilingual we meant English and French).

And as we were talking about the french school, the instructor and the Historian asked me whether I speak the language. And OH MY GOD without shame I said *yes* and my brain instantaneously sending alarming message *diammmm la buduhhhh* to my mouth.

Instead of shutting my karipap hole, I went on that I've stopped at level 5, and my writing and reading are way much better than the oral.

eeeiiiiii!!!!!!!!! Someone shoot me please!

I bet M will bury his head in the sand if he was there.

I didnt know how i managed to pass the exam with 97% mark. Yesss 97% okay. Sangap M swore I copied someone else's paper. Bajet la aku koman sangat

But again, I told ya I am good with exam but I can guarantee you that satu habuk pun tak lekat dlm kepala

saja nak tayang

but the noodles aiyaaaa manyak sidapppp lorrr

Aku berdoa padaMu ya Allah

Insyaa Allah Mak and sista#1 will go to Mecca for Umrah this Ramadhan. The last time Mak went to Umrah, I gave her a long list things I would like her to make doa for me. To some, the wishes were pretty bit ridiculous but heavens means a lot to me.

Looking at glass half full, only few things in the list dimakbulkan but I wonder what happened to some of the particular wishes that I REALLY REALLY want them to come true.

When couple of days ago when Mak broke the news about the umrah and Mrcleanguy is going to be a father, which I wasnt really ecstatic about the future newest edition to my father's legacy, I have lost track of how many nieces and nephews I have so far, but mak's going to Umrah means I can kirim some doa again

my previous top 5
1. I will get a job soon
2. BAGI AHKAK CUN KURUS
3. Mak will live longer and healthy, M, PIL and all brothers and sisters and inlaws as well
4. Dimurahkan rezeki
5. May M will get what he's wishing for

But now my top 5 doa is somehow change

oh well, pretty much the same but I asked mak to make doa that Allah would grant M and I triplet.

Yes a bit greedy and ambitious. Am not looking for a twin but me wanted triplet. And Inysaa Allah , I will definitely lose weight in no time. Kill 2 birds with one stone.

Smart.

kakinota - I was wondering why I was never kurus despite the kiriman doa and whatnot. truth to be told, mak never bother to doa that for me.. hampeh

She thought it was a joke. and the fact she kindly shared my list with her friends

**cringed** **cringed**

MAK!!! So NOT FUNNY okay

D.I.E.Z

in thrive for a perfect 10, I noticed that I dont care about the rest but only myself.

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A friend asked me once, "what's the difference between A and A-? it's A in its context."

To which I replied, " between 4.0 and 3.7, it is a huge different. the number makes more sense."

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An instructor balled her eyes," 9 is not pretty high??!!"

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having said all these numbers, not that I never tasted the lowest of the mark. the loss of a loser.

But if I put my utmost best, tell you mem, I dont give a damn. I want either A or 10.

And usually I dont really care what the rest of the class got, I only interested in challenging myself.

gila psycho

Second Wife @_@ ??!!!

I attended this one course recently where there were 12 married ladies. I have no idea that they are very curious how old I am as obviously I noticed some of them are younger than me, but ofcourse very fruitful with at least 2 kids.

During one of our lunch break
Lady 1: Are you married??!!
AC : yes I am. It's been a while in fact.
Lady 1: Oh you look very young.
AC: (senyum menyimpul2) Thank you.
Lady 2: Are you muslim?
AC: Yes I am
lady 1: (who apparently know a little bit about Islam) Are you a second wife?

Ahkak Cun almost sprayed her face with nasi

AC: errr NOOOOOO!!!

Lady 3: If you dont mind, how old are you?
AC: Give a guess?
Lady 3: 14

LMAO - yes mem, I was 14, 21 years ago.

Lady 1,2,3&4 : I dont believe it (yes they said it simultaneously), how could you be 35. I dont see any wrinkle in your face.

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During dinner, I told M the story and asked him whether he sees any wrinkles on my face.

Pinching both of my cheeks, he said,

" u know why u dont have wrinkles, u dont have it because u have natural botox. it calls FAT "

mamat ni mmg aaa, haram takmau kasik can langsung

The other day, M told me that after he got X, he was suggesting that we both move to Matahari Terbit under its scholarship for PhD.

Leaving X salary for a pauper's life and bekas kekasih menunggu.

Hell NO!

Lyrics | Kris Allen lyrics - No Boundaries lyrics

ujian!!!

When the weather is scorching hot, M and I decided to fast.

Well, someone bernazar and as a supported wife, I tag along.

baikkan i

but M suggested that we go for a vacation during this time in next 5 years.

Australia or Argentina

baru tuhan uji sket. akhirat nanti macamana la

Buat Apa?

I noticed that many people, whom by the chance know me, always asked

"dok rumah buat apa?"

And they mean by how I fulfilling my long 5 weekdays when M and hang-out buddies go to work.

well, one thing forsure, I know that I am searching vigorously for a job. and looking for a job, with CV and coverletter tailoring is very time consuming and yes I definitely call it a full time job.

It's tiring and emotionally-depressing. I have to make cold calls, talk nice yada yada.

so not my fortait

And apart from the job hunting. I have to take care 5 cats, oh well, M does most of the jobs, I supiring M back and forth. cooking, not everyday though but most of time. M is gettin' lazy these days. and the list goes on and on.

Seriously, I dont know how can I put up if, Insyaa Allah, one day , I have a job and children.


I betcha I'll be one headless chicken mamma.

org tanam sayuq, aku pun nak tanam.

tp awat semua buah dok bantut nihhhhhhhhhhh

but the herbs masyaa Allah.. berimbun2

habuk seranting pun aku tak guna. cehh

so schweet

We went to X and I was required to do a blood test. M escorted me to the room for moral support though he cant stand blood.

As I used to be a frequent donor, to extract out some blood was such an easy peasy lemon squeezy task. While the nurse handling the needle etc, M said

"those with bigger heart, has more blood"

I took it as a technical phrase at the beginning until the lab tech went with 'oohs' and 'aaas' to M's remarks

My honey bunny is such a sweetheart.

I took entrepreneurship course just for fun. As people closed to me knew how bad I was in dealing business. Nevertheless, I gained many useful knowledge and new friends.

After re-thinking about how my life has gone so far and how I was so tired to be 100% financial dependent to M, I decided to open a very small scale business which operated a limited hours/day so I can spend more time with M and finally earning the extra dough.

Unfortunately, M disagreed.

As he is my ultimate investor dragon, having him to opt out my choice to be a restaurateur, had left me frustrated.

From all the illogical excuses he gave me, I finally figured that he wanted me to spend more time with him at home.

didnt i tell most people that our views of marriage is companionship rather than typical kepala hotak orang melayu tak habis2 pikiaq kawin is nothing more than beromen.

but the freedom of having my own moolahhhhhhh

Bonne fete mon amour

enjoy yr last year of the thirties

Pencopek

I love to grow my own vegetables, despite of as M like to put it that I have a thumb from hell, everything i've grown usually dont live long enough to be harvested.

For that reason, after bugging M left and right, until he couldnt take it anymore, he finally helped me out planting some home-grown garden.

Help means he pretty much do all the work.

Nevertheless, to give my purple thumb a benefit of the doubt (and to proof M wrong ), I planted the chili's seed and prayed hard that it will not give up on me

lo and behold, take a look at pics plezzz




this is hasil tangan M: Tomatoes, Red/Green/Yellow pepper, eggplant, brocoli, and variety of herbs.



Ehem! my first ever plant!

Ok not as green as M's but it actually grows people.

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As our ehem *garden* ehem grows encouragingly, we have seen bulbs of the tomatoes and the peppers. and the one that almost ready to pick is the broccoli, give and take another week, it will be ready to be served on the dining table.

As we had guests yesterday, I suggested that why dont we pluck the broccoli. And like always, M with his favorite disapproval eyes-popped, objected the idea instantly.

this afternoon, I heard M was cursing at the back yard. Thinking that the furries might digging a hole in the sand again, I didnt bother to go back until M called me up and showed the missing bulb.



Cisss..celaka ko tupai! the little thief stole our first broccoli. and they ate the leaves of the eggplant too.

I guess our anticipation for the broccoli will have to extend to another year.

Dang!

Membawa diri

There are times in life where you have to go and breakaway. To be stuck in the place where all your worst memories in life are, is like to be in the horror movie either you awake or sleep.

And with all the negativism around you will only shape you as a bitter person.

And to be happy in this life, bitter is not in the department.

Having said all these, recently, someone dear told me about her love interest became a love conflict. Coming out from broken marriage with couple kids in tow, she stuck to the place she seemed a safety net but it is a mirage of spider web.

the life she's living is sucks. with instability of income and mental state of mind, she worked her ass off with what she has left.

Not so much, in fact almost none. but for the sake of the children, she picked little pieces of herself and with the help of the ol' mutha.

The ol' mutha, well, this post is not about her.

So, when she met stranger after years barely surviving with the broken heart, somehow the icy cold heart sparks a little flame.

Stranger had warmed the little icy heart with a blanket of caring and love.

After a while, love is in the air and she's like a high school teenager who fell in love with her crush.

But then , like any bollywood's movie, there's always a superior authority who like to be the slacker.

Stranger and someone dear is pretty much rushing to important decisions without considering the little things that patch the concrete foundation. Probably due to the age matter, they skip all the mumbo jumbo of typical love crap.

The mutha indeed is not happy at all. In fact she furious. Someone dear was sad because she really wants the mutha's blessing and desperately need to get out from the place.

Knowing someone dear and the life she has been through at this moment, I definitely agree that she needs the break from the life she's in right now.

truthfully, I can relate to what she's been through now. The emotional roller coaster side of view that is. Although there are things I'd like to do differently but being to where I am now at this moment, I dont regret one bit.

To you who know who you are. do what your gut says, after all in all the times in your life, I've seen the best of you when you were there, the place where you insyaa Allah will return soon.

this coming 3 months wil be very very busy pour moi.

Secret code

When I was in high school, my friends and I had a list of secret code that only 6 of us understand. and my gal buddies were Nancy drew wannabe or at least we would like to think that we are The Famous Five - Kulim version, we copied-cat every moves, tricks, codes as far as we can go.

Anything that can leave up to our imaginations.

So, when I stumbled the piece of cloth that probably dated back in 1980s, where I handwritten the name of the first group we had ever established, I was ecstatic.

The story behind it: Ralph Macchio was a hot dude during the one of the most quotable piece of the 80's movie history, none other than The Karate Kid - BANZAI!!!. therefore, whatever we did, they must evolved around Japanese words, calligraphic, character, etc. So, it is not suprising if our first ever group named after some martial art's school

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And then come the loveS of my clueless teenage life, New Kids On the Block. When most of my galbuddies had a folder of NKOTB's Step by Step bonus pack cassette tape, I contented enough with my pasar malam's tape which i purchased for RM2.50. Of course I was envy with my galbuddies for carrying around the folder to school but I have 20 cats to feed solely on my RM10 allowance ( mak subsidized the rice) and mail postage to my penpals ( we dont have internet yet!). But once in a blue moon well that once indeed came only once, my galbuddies and I went to Penang for a movie and button-shopping. Unlike my other galbuddies who can afford to buy 20 pieces in one go, I purchased mine 2,3 one at the time. Again, I have 20 felines. When I found my NKOTB's relics in one of the boxes that tugged away in the corner, I was contemplating either to throw them away or to keep them as one of my teenager's memoirs. NKOTB is definitely my teen transition phase from Ralph Macchio's craziness pre teen era.

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From series of tapes, buttons, t-shirts of NKOTB, I moved to rather expensive collective items; COMICS

The genre still the same, it's all about martial art. Instead of falling in love with a real human form (Jordan Knight, Mark Walhberg , bla bla bla), I was falling in love with Naga Merah.... Naga Merah..auwwwww

If there's a Chinese or Asiatic guy look exactly like Naga Merah. Tua ni ai ai pu yau.

Aaron Kwok is not too bad either

Well, I was/am a hardcore fan of tony Wong's martial comics. My galbuddies didnt share the same interest cause it's comic people and they are like the Tommy Page's long lost love.

Unfortunately, my comics cannot protect themselves from the rage of termites and my nephews. hundreds of ringgit were thrown away by mutha cause they are not in the readable-shape. The space of my comics now is replaced with mak's collection of Wanita, Jelita and such.

Mental ok majalah2 pompuan kat bawah katil aku

Having said all these, I think I will resume my comics collection. well, some of the contents are PG18, but thanks to censorship body in malaysia, what I seen two blurry figures in provocative action. It was erased but u pretty much know what's going on. So not ideal for young readers.

Prezzar

I have to say, it is more annoying when people ask me about " Are you working yet?" rather than " Do you have a kid yet?"


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I called mom weeks back just to check her out. On one of her usual questions:

Mak: AC dah dapat keja ka belum?
AC: Dak lagi la mak
Mak: *with a sad tone* hmm.. AC buat la kuih2 menjuai kat sana nu


Alahaiiiii..........


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few days ago, while we were cruising along the Rockliffe promenade, suddenly M said

*you know, if you continue the Phd program, you will be halfway through.*



Dilemma beb!


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For whatever reason, I am not giving up or lost hope. I know one day I will have the job. Amin!

ApeKeMEnde

I went to youtube to check on Croquembouche but ended up watching Tommy Page's songs

Does any of you youngsters know him??

To be honest, I am not the biggest fan of Tommy Page. As a matter of fact I am not his fan at all. And I loathed all his slow romantic love songs. but I like couple of his because NKOTB is the backup singers. BIAS kan!

As I havent heard his songs like more than 20 years, why not giving it a spin. To my horror, I still remember the lyrics. I told ya that I loathed his songs.

while humming "I'm Falling in Love" (bapak jiwang karat punya lagu), I read all the comments about him and of course most of the commentaries were " I love him", "I grew up with this song" bla bla. But one comment made me LMAO, quote as below:

HAHA......I cant believe u could think that he was indian HAHA....fart on ur face...he is an american but his voice is truely combination of britney spears too...if they both go on duet they would be cartoon.

How could anyone think of Tommy Page as an Indian??!!!!

Boy that must be tubes of Fair& Lovely.

Family

Sambung jugaklah.. at least if I forgotten some memories, I can always come and read in this blog :).

Drama follows me everywhere, especially when am in tanahair terchenta.

My verbal nemesis is none other than UKgal. Me and her kinda have this love-hate relationship. I love her but hate her guts. and our personality is completely the opposite.

and that doesnt help!

after years of merantau, things changed a lot and so did people. and family is not an exception. I feel bad for not be there or involved as much. the distance make it harder for all this to happen.

Yet, people expect me to understand their situations.

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Oui, J'ai les freres. but to actually have a brotherly figure in my entire life is like none. Probably the male-chauvinist-ism I had when I was small until later in my teenager years had somehow convinced me that males are born to be pathetic.

nevertheless, my relationship with mes freres. I dont know, it's ok but not the kind of cincang-ayaq-takkan-putus relationship.

So, when I came back and having bro#? opened up about stuff, made me ketakketahuan. I am honored actually but it kinda set the bar up high and I dont know whether I can maintained it.

Cause as mak put it, I am a very emotional psychopath whose mood always under the weather. Ok I made up the word psychopath.

But I still am very emotional. short-tempered. loose canon. Direct and bitchy when i reach to my boiling point.

But they know I dont hold grudge. after 2 or 6 years, I will come back home and happy to see everybody.

I guess it is takkan putus air dicincang

Mim Alif Lam Alif sin .... BIG TIME!

nak sambung ke tak nak ek cerita ceriti cuti2 Malaysia. Macam ada orang baca hahahahah

KLCC

On my 1st week in Malaysia while waiting for my wallet to arrive (some clumsiness that caused my eardrum almost to explode from the screaming of the other half), I decided to follow sis#1 to KLCC every morning.

As she claimed that breakfast is not her routine and I have nothing better to do, I had my generic Malaysian breakfast, Nasi Lemak Kosong, which cost me a freaking RM3.50 for half-boiled egg, kecik nak mati anchovies, burned peanuts, 2 thin slices of cucumber and sambal bawang in the left wing on the 3rd floor of KLCC which now I claimed as my new morning pad.

Haih...

The objective of me hanging out in da pad was to kill my boredom or waiting for the bank or the cyber cafe to be opened or waiting for peminatpinkygtakblehblah's sisters. I chewed the rice or whatever in my plate 400times while enjoying the hustle and bustle of the working people of what else if not the giant oil company of tanah air terchenta.

When I looked at,especially, the working females in and out the foodcourt, I was thinking to myself, "dude! dont you think you are missing sum'in'"

I found myself took a very very heavy sigh.

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After my jaw feels hurt (the 400x chewing - remember), I know it's time to go elsewhere. I finished all the sweetened drink left and I marched to concourse level.

I know I can at least entertain myself with the passersby there.

As I will sit there for quite sometimes, I figured that might as well I get comfortable. And by getting comfortable is by sitting bersila against the wall of the elevator and play Soduko.

I noticed there were 2-3 gentlemen in black, heavy with walkie talkie, which I dont think so KLCC is a terrorist ultimate target anyway, were looking so super freaking busy.

Not that I care caused my mind was thinking to get busy with the Soduko.

Not within 3 minutes in my most comfortable sitting position, one of the men in black approached me.

MIB: Adik, tak dibenarkan duduk bersila
AC: Apadia?!!

MIB gave me the look of i'llkickyourbutouttahere

MIB: Tak boleh duduk bersila disini

In order to avoid any scene, I just agreed to whatever thing he said and put my feet down instantaneously.

I am so waiting for any matsalleh to sit the way that I did so I can give the MIB a piece of me.

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As my sitting position was not approved by royal protocol MIB, I was wandering around KLCC for nicer and comfy spot to, now, read my Sidney Sheldon book which I recently purchased 25cent from Value Village. And voila! a nice comfy sofa chair, big and cushioned enough for my buttock to rest for the next couple of hours.

The thing is, it is located between the so-called two high end boutique.

Good thing I read English book. I know that I will definitely get my ass kick out by another MIBster if I flipping Harakah (all about the status people ~ haih!!!!tenfold sigh)

Nevertheless, by sitting in this area had opened myself into another kind of targets. Jeng je jeng! L&G, I welcome you not, Miss Unit trust.

Err..adik manis, tak semua orang yg duduk kat sinun, baca buku omputih, semestinya banyak duit.

If she ever know my *ehem* banking situation

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Who knows the escalator trips can be very colorful with people's cengkerama.

The unbelievable see-through tops the lasses were wearing.

The bags, the shoes, the clothes, the glasses, the TUDUNGs.

The talks of all walk abouts, family, cars, bfs, aweks, Jakarta, foods.

But the most eye sore was the malay girl tergedik2 with foreigner boyfriend.

The most loud, most skin and most clingy.

Looks like she wanted to climb her boyfriend or something.

Rileks la dik.

Berkm2 aku jalan, turun 250g je.

Sungguh tak patut

Akhirnya

Maksudnya :
"Ya Allah, rahmatilah kami dengan Al-Quran. Jadikan ia imam kami, cahaya, petunjuk dan rahmat bagi kami. Ya Allah, ingatkan kami apa yang kami lupa, dan ajarkan kami apa yang kami jahil. Kurniakanlah kepada kami agar dapat membacanya pada waktu malam dan pada waktu siang. Jadikanlah ia perisai kami, wahai Tuhan sekelian alam."


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Living in kafirun country, I believe, in my most humble opinion, in order to keep me on track is to stick to the Islamic belief and practicing it with sincerity.

Nonetheless, I noticing that I pretty much do only the wajib instead of supplement the wajibs with the 'sunat's. I am so not happy with it.

The opportunity to go back home had somehow revived the spirit of the old-self. I've forgotten how my soul was so deprived and thirsted for the extra snacks.

It has been more than 10 years, I didnt step my foot on Masjid's door for subuh prayer. But having that chance again, it made me feel so emotional and sad altogether. I got all misty eyes during standing prep to face the Great Allah AWT. and the misty eyes became pouring rain when I was with mak standing besides.

In the serenity of the dawn, I wished that the time stay still.

Walimah

My homecoming was a sudden trip, I must say. Well, there was a plan but the date was unknown. I purchased my ticket less than a week ( 4 days I guess!) and did the shopping craze in 3 days.

My reason of going home is because of this guy. ;) and of course helping mak through out prior to the wedding.



There were tons of stuff need to be done. The last time we had a wedding almost 10 years ago and it was not mine of course.

Having said that, most people that I/we met were rather surprised cause at mak's golden age, where on earth she still can have unmarried children. And I was the primary target of the bride to be. Ahaks!! padan muka M!

Much to their disappointments, when they see the names on the card. Much to my disappointment, suddenly my 9 years-old niece is now my daughter.

Damn!

But to think of it with the age of my marriage right now, my first born should be that age. If I have one.

But I dont, and nothing else matter.

Dear Cleanguy, I wished you and your bride a happiness ever after.

Return to IceAge

When PeminatPinkYgTakLehBlah asked me whether I have internet connection at home, I was burst with laughter, especially with the look she got from her husband.

Her hunch was right. Not just that I dont have internet connection, I dont even have any mean of telecommunication; cellular nor cable.

*Though the fact we have astro*

*Though the fact that my mother has 2 cellphones and 2+1 workable lappys*

*Though the fact that everyone has cellphone except for moi*

Nevertheless, although I was completely cutoff with the outside world, I didnt miss a thing.

*The fact that I have more free time and the urges to go to internet to read FB, blogs were completely depleted (YES!What a HUGE surprise chum!).

*The fact I have more time to go out (but in this case stuck indoor cleaning out the endless mess)

*The fact that I no longer bother to charge my cellphone


Seriously, I felt technologically-liberating. I am no longer internet-slave. I dont care if my inbox flooded with e-mails or spams. I dont care any thing that is not happening infront of me or/and in the vicinity of my kampung. The virtual world doesnt exist - at that time.

And life is much simpler.

Shouldnt it be that way?

If I were in kampung (sans internet) at this moment where now I am typing my entry, I would be somewhere in warung to buy nasi lemak and hustle my niece to go to school.

Mind you, M like cicak makan kapur, he was going mad for being out of touch.

Rilekslah beb!

Selingan ~

Yesterday we had leftover from MemSahab's lunchie.

M: Your language all sound the same. one word can bring a lot of meanings
AC: (muka malas nak melayan pasai laki dah start nak merepek) Such AS??!
M: what do u guys said sleep in Malay, it sounds like Kentot

* told ya he started to merepek *

AC: Mana mai Tidoq sounds like Kentut?
M: Oh, not that word, it's the other one, Kenyunck (Kenyang). see sounds the same, Kenyunck and kentot.

As M done with his dinner, he rubbed his belly and fakely burped

M: Alhamdullilah, I am so kentot
AC: Eeewww you are so gross.

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One nite on the way home from MemSahab's house

M: did you bring that Padtai?
AC: WHAT???!!!!!
M: the stinky thing that u guys eat with the shrimp
AC: She didnt cook any padthai and we didnt eat any padthai?
M: Yes we did, i can eat it raw. make the urine smells stink
AC: Ooo PETAI lah, padthai mai mana.

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I was doing my cross-stiched when M came over from the basement

M: hey, what kawchow (kacau) means? It has few meanings rite?
AC: yeah, it depends on where and what for
M: yes, yes tell me
AC: Kacau as stirring and kacau like disturb. for example like now, you are kacau me with all these questions. but in a good way, can u please kacau the sayoq on the stove.
M: yeah rite


Oh M, why dont you just give up from butchering my language.

I wished something good come out and M can xxxxx what he actually planned this year.

Not that I really want it, I want it for him.

Please Ya Allah. grant me this one wish. Ameen

So much of cravings

Before I came back, I made a long list of food I'd like/must eat.

True enough, I didnt waste any time marching to food parlor or any fast food branch to satiate my craving of prosperity burger the very moment I landing to the ground of tanahair terchenta.

Not that i wanted to eat it so much, I probably had it like less than 5 times in my entire life but seizing the Gong Xi Fa Cai McD's specialty and after termakan hasut of outrages raving from the mother, I surrendered to the urge that I didnt bother to have nonetheless.

Honestly, looking down at the burger, (after missed couple floors, went down and up again, not forgetting the left and right turns) I was so unconditionally, completely and irrevocably disappointed. The burger was mushy and drowning in black pepper sauce, the chili sauce was so unbelievably hot; my tongue was numb from the burning sensation, my head was spinning hard like a wheel, and I perspired like a oink.

Only the iced milo tasted heavenly good.

Who am I trying to fool me? I am only a Minah Kampung who enjoy a good ol' fashioned way nasi campoq in kakilima warung or any burger ayam special depan masjid.

yes, the burger wrapper, the ambience; they all looked nice but I need the kick of thin crispy greasy chicken patties layered in God knows what (fried shallots??!!), smoldering with local brand chili sauce and cheap mayo. Probably the CO2 from the passing vehicles gave the extra ummph.

Motorbike

I havent ride a motorbike for more than 10 years. Although I used to ride a bike back and forth between Penang and home when I was working in Penang, I never owned 1. The motorbike which I used to ride was a courtesy from bro#2 and sometimes, I exchanged using it with bro#3.

Thanks to sis#1 who is riding a bike to work and also to anywhere bike-reachable (literally everywhere), I was riding down into memory lanes.

I mean, beyond my imagination that I would one day will go through the routes my classmates and I had rode many times during our college years, and it was a freaking eons ago and now, it was me, riding behind my sister, with 110 km/hr speed, with L sticker at the rear of the scooter (yes, she's still a Lembu Licence holder),my buttock felt numb and my hemorrhoid will plunge out any second and we were riding through the past of my life.

Of course a lot of things have changed. But during that moment, I felt the young Adik Cun resurfaced.

And how I wished 'that' magically stop beside us at red traffic light.

"Every day so many people pass through our lives, each person leaving behind a small part of themselves, giving us a broader understanding of life" -quote

Pengorbanan ibu

I brought forward my Malaysia trip so my friend and I can go back together. She with 3 yrs-old tot and ~7mths preggie and traveling alone, something that I can't think of. Nevertheless, thanks to her 'fewer luggage' had allowed me to squeeze my excessive luggage into her empty slot.

Thank you Tokey Lembu Merah for sending me to the airport and also those friends who volunteer their assistance. I knew M was a bit taken of with me at the airport. But wont we always like that..hahahaha

I never traveled with young kid. It was quite an experience, a definite experience that I dont think so that I would LUUURRVVVEEEE to experience it soon. Am not saying that her kid was a Tasmanian rat, she behaved better than I am I guess but something touching me dearly when I saw her slept on top of her mommy's growing belly on 13hours flight.

It was tough man.

I couldnt even bear the fat on top of my belly.

And the mother done it without a single complaint.

Hats off to you!

RumaH ManiS RumaH

I have no idea how I missed my house, my bed, M, furries so much. but curling up in my own bed and blanket with abe disisi

Bak kata Belinda Carlisle - Oh Heaven is a place on Earth

After almost 3 days on the road Alhamdullilah I finally arrived at home safe and sound. The journey was tiring but having 3 seats all for myself on more than 13 hours flight. Aint complaining girlfriend.

Aint sure of writing down my trips and makan angin. But there are few personal experiences that I probably would like to share with others.

I didnt eat as much as I would like myself to eat. The most ridiculous craving I did was eating RM10 of goreng cempedak (Imagine the huge portion okay) and I ended up not enjoying the show and the awesome food at Restoran Nelayan in Kota Kinabalu.

Not forgetting the typhoon-type migraine attacking me at the very moment. What a bummer!

I will upload pics and insya Allah have the mood to upload in my deserted blog

Sabar ya!

every start has its end

and so is my balik kampung trip.

Lots to jot

Old memories, breaking news, hearts that broken or mended, forgiven glitch, reconciliation feud, breathtaking views

I missed M oh so much

not forgotten the furries

Can't wait to come home but my heart break to leave the loved ones behind

C'est la vie

Musnah harapanku

When we went to the bank the other day, hatiku berbunga2 when I saw M changed the dough.

Deep down in my heart, I was jumping with joy cause I would have more reason to enjoy my *ehem* balik kampung trip.

But

ku ingatkan panas hingga ke petang, rupa2nya hujan di tghari

M has his own agenda of how the dough should be spent

Sayonara Singapore, Au revoir Sabah

I cant afford you just yet.

Balik Kampung

Yes I am

Suprise? Indeed

Korang percaya ke? percaya la

Shopping

Told mak that no more souvenir this time around as I spent ~$3K during my last visit

Nak apa lagi la kan


But being pompuan

Kirim salamlah

Tommy, Guess, Esprits and not forgotten Value Village - 50% sale

plus pesanan penaja

hmm.. having said that should i make a jiffy shop at Levi's Outlet?!!

Pengsanlah kekanda M when he sees the bill this month

reminiscing

A very old song when I was very small but the lyrics and the song itself bring so much memories of one of the nights where my sisters and I listening to the only available radio station inside bilik kecik when the lights off.

There was no luxury of CD player nor MP3 let alone Ipod. what we had only an old radio, survived with collective cello-tape bandage.

But we hummed the song, shared stories/dreams while these songs played at the lowest volume until ayah gave his warning cough from bilik besaq cross the room.

In one of the craziest nights, my sisters will go out and walked around kampung in the wee hours of 3 o'clock in the morning with their faces white with bedak sejuk and had mistakenly caused the infamous hantu simpang that some of unlucky kampung chaps met.

I must say that my sisters must be helluva brave bunch of gals to wander around kampung with the only torch of moonlight.

I missed the ol' times. It wasnt much but it is mine.

Takdir Penentu Segala

Berat rasa kakiku melangkah pergi
Menujui ke destinasi tak pasti
Andai kata ada harapan untukku
Berikan ku tanda agar jalanku lebih bererti

Kau kucinta dari seluruh ragaku
Melebihi segala di dunia ini
Namun harapan masih tinggal harapan
Dilema menanti lebih menyiksa dari segala

Sesungguhnya...
Takdir penentu segala
Bahagia yang dicita
Hanya sedetik jaraknya

Namun masih... tak tersentuh kau jua
Kabur jua pandangan
Kekasihku... berapakah lamanya
Ketabahanku mungkin akan pudar

the other day i was talking/chatting with a stranger. I guess from the way he was mentioning UKgal,he must be a pretty close acquaintance to her.

Je ne sais quoi

Contrary to many beliefs, I am not a friendly person especially to the opposite sex.
So having them to ask my personal stuffs on our first time socializing, definitely put me off.

Disini rupa2nya

One night in the basement, we were wondering where all the furries gone.
They usually never leave M alone

Tipping toe to upstairs, we found them bermaharajalela
on our bed



haih!!

The problem is that we made a lot of effort converting the guest room to their room so they can have the older bed as their tempat beradu.

But they will sleep wherever we sleep. Sometimes I wonder who runs things in this house.



Yes bighead, you are guilty as charged

Grammy

When I was small I seldom missed any American Awards blah blah on TV but now all those stuffs are no longer my thing.

Old age is catching up!

I think it has been almost 7 years since the last time I watched any grammy's award, and when I ran to it in youtube to see GaGa ( oh yes! she's a freaking interesting to watch) I suddenly noticed that I dont really missed any of those.

Look! I am not criticizing peeps who were watching it and actually looking forward to watch it. I was in that shoes before and it took me by surprise how that as we're getting older, entertainment become less and less of our priority.

And the fact that I lived in LaLa land and worked in the vicinity of Tinseltown and of course to come across some movie stars filming at the Univ and we received a flyer to become extras, I never been to the Shrine to catch a glimpse of A-listers.

And not that I dont want to!

Bukan boleh masuk pun. Nak tgk artis ni baik pegi Santa Monica.

Hmm.. middle age crisis, yes?!

Handbag where are thou

I was looking around for a lil' bit pricey handbag or purse what they call it here. My current purse is in the dire state that need to be replaced soon.

Having said that, I asked my cayang buchuk (kena la puji2 sketkan) to buy me one


Knowing M, in order for me to get something unnecessary, kenalah meminta during waktu i tgh berjasa

Where and when else if not during my supiring ^-*

AC tersengih2 sambil mengerling manja

M: What do you want?
AC: hmmm
M: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
AC: Can I buy a purse? but I want yg expensive la
M: you have a lot woman and you dont even take care of them. look what happen to your purse now.
*AC needs PLAN B pronto!*
AC: OK lah. what if I sell all the handbag that I seldom used and I get the one that I like.
M: By all means, go ahead BUT dont use my CC.

ciss!



korang, cantik kan?

tudia aihh laki hamba berkeroh

Nak kawin lagi??? dush dush dush

I was talking to mak the other day and mak told me that the wifey of mr cleanguy wanted to sign the form for mr cleanguy to marry another one.

Not that mr cleanguy want to marry another one!

I told M the story of mr cleanguy's wife would be the ultimate perfect idaman kalbu wife for all men. M without hesitate second that.

Nak carik nahaslah kan mamat ni.

trying his luck
M: *shoving his palm pretending it was the nikah's form* hey, here's the paper, sign this
AC: hah sign mana?, this is your first page *shoving my fist to his face*
M: oo tricky..this is 1st page & this is 2nd page *showed his right & left fist*
AC: oh dont worry honey, i dont just give you 2 pages, I'll give you 4 pages too *pointing to my right and left foot*
AC: and I smash your head to the wall. how's all that before I sign the form?

ye aku mmg ganas. dah gatal sgt kan, mai nak garu dgn dawai besi.

dont worry friends, we both take this lightly, it's illegal to polygamy in Canada anyway. I dont oppose polygamy but I dont think I am that strong to be involved in a 'BIG' realtionship.