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.

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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!