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.