deeeeeeep breath.

Ohemgeee this is soooo annoying. I've been trying to apply for a job in one of the Big 4 companies. No, I'm not going to reveal which one since it's going to jeopardize my already slim chances of being hired. Lol. Tapi seriously ape slow sangat ni. Been reloading the same page, retyping the same information on the same freaking page. Sigh. Is this a sign for me that I should stop thinking about joining the rat race and look for a filthy rich Dato' to wed me and I would give birth to beautiful kids and we would live happily ever after. The End. Snap me out of my dream because life is not that easy.

I have something to share with you guys. Stumbled upon this when I google-ed annoying images. Too bad that I couldn't apply it now because Mama will think that I'm going insane talking about the dinosaurs' existence to my laptop. So, here you go.

10 Ways to get rid of annoying people.

No matter how disinterested you appear or the excessive number of times you need to “take care of something immediately,” some people just don’t get the hint that they are super annoying. So just remember a few of these tips and I doubt they’ll ever want to speak to you again.

1. Defend Bernie Madoff. “Everyone deserves a second chance and I think Bernie has been through enough. Let’s start an office donation for his poor wife and kids.”

2. Argue that dinosaurs never existed. “Aliens put dinosaur bones on Earth years ago so that we would think they existed.”

3. Describe the nutritional content of everything you see them eat. If this doesn’t work, you can constantly talk about how they are negatively impacting the environment.

4. Stare at their forehead during the entire conversation.

5. Sketch them while they are talking to you. Be sure to exaggerate any noticeable imperfections before handing them the picture.

6. Pass gas while they are talking and say, “I refuse to apologize for my high fiber diet.”

7. Ask them for $100 every time they start talking to you.

8. Wear a superhero costume under your clothes. Say, “Can you keep a secret?” and then lift up your shirt.

9. Play the role of stenographer if you are near a keyboard. It is crucial that you DO NOT speak while using this technique. Just keep documenting their conversation until they walk away.

10. Explain why Michael Vick is innocent. “Those dogs were born to fight; it’s what they love. If anything, Michael Vick should be praised for letting those dogs express themselves naturally.”

Author: Guy Bellefonte

MyPetGroundhog

ps: today is going to be a GOOD day for you and for me. InsyaAllah

pps:doa la so I get a good job with a great pay. Sape doa I belanja. Amin.

kesian lah please.

#1: Eh, u bukan guna bb ke? I thought u guna bb coz u look like a bb user.

#2: Kak Bie, nk bb pin!

Sobs. I took that as an compliment lah ok tho dalam hati sedih menjeruk rasa. I have a confession to make. Bie Hashim is currently using her niece's nokiaidon'tknowwhatmodel handphone. LOANED FROM HER 11 YEARS OLD NIECE. I feel so old already. Geez, I can't keep up with this tech craze. Excuse much? Ala, my big fat bank account doesn't allow me to spend on cool flash handphones lagi la. The plan was to borrow the phone till next year which is only a few days away sebab next year kan dah baibai import duties on phones. But then I tamak alang-alang nak beli phone beli lah yang best sikit kan, takkan nak beli nokia torchlight tho nokia torchlight pun agak hip now. So I pun tak tau lah sampai bila I'll be using this phone.

But cool lah bila orang text kan I'd have no idea who sent it since all my contacts kan dalam my old phone. Only those yang I saved in sim memory je dapat retrieved. Boleh lah reply balik 'who is this? sorry I'm using a new phone'. Cait. Yes, I'm that pathetic. Kesian, no?

beeeeeeppp

Hello beautiful people.

I've been trying to update this blog a few times but nothing came out right. So I vowed to write something every other day during the holiday. Rigggght. It has started 5 days ago and I haven't written anything. What a procrastinator I am. Since I'm such a lazybum I'll write a snippet of everything. Macam trivia of what i went through the past few weeks. Aci?

1. I had a dream of ayoh again on the 6th, a few hours before the P6 examination. We went to have our favourite pulut pagi. We chatted a little, I kissed his hands and heeelllo reality! It.was.just.a.dream. Oh all the papers were do-able I think. Well, at least I think they were. I've got to admit that mimpi cium his hands before the big final exam did put me at ease.

2. Somewhere in the middle of the last post and this one, I went to Midvalley to celebrate my BIL's birthday. Did you know that RapidKL has launched it's own women's coaches? It was still in trail period tho. Mintak-mintak lah nanti jadi permanent just like KTM. You have no idea how hard it is for me to be in a packed coaches. Hidung paras ketiak orang. Sobs.

3. Midvalley was so effing full with people that day. Biaselah weekend, school holiday, Year End Sale and Christmas, what do you expect right. Tapi when I went there again on Wednesday the 15th pun still ramai orang. Mane diorang dapat duit? Why weren't they working? Jealous. Then I went to Stadium Bukit Jalil because Farhan wanted to buy the tickets for AFF Cup. The parking bays were full already and it was only around three kot that time. Gile ke ape sume orang ni tak keje mane dapat duit????????

4. That time yang I pergi Midvalley on weekend tu my sis and her family were staying at The boulevard Hotel. The room was on the 22nd floor. My niece, Sarah was so excited lari to the window to show me 'kereta terbang'. Whatte. Kereta terbang= cars on the flyover from aerial view *facepalm*. Cemerlang anok sdaro ciksu. Maybe for all these time kan die tak perasan flyover sebab time dalam kereta not that obvious.No?

5. Lepastu masa I nak balik there were this lady with her father naik the bus. Her father was a very old man. I mean the type yang you can tell that he's old bukan tua but macho. Macam fragile paperthin like that la. NOBODY OFFERED HIM A SEAT! I would give him my seat if I had one tapi that time heroin i was standing as well. Gile keji they all. All tegap kacak bergaya orang muda and they were seating on the priority seats. Then I told his daughter to ask them to give him a seat and a girl bangun offered her seat to him. Apekah? Baik tak payah jadi laki bai. So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, if u are reading this let's do a pledge shall we? Offer your seat to those who need it more than you boleh? Tak kira lah melayu, cina, india. Kita kan 1 Malaysia. Dah boleh bagi award warganegara insani kat budak ni *points to myself*. Warganegara insani wtfish. Came out with it sembereno-ly. Hahaha.

Hari-hari jumpa puteri,

Nanti update lagi!

Sekian, terima kasih y'all!

ps: i nak jadi fashionista! yeah you can say it out loud 'dream on!'

pps: hujan ni buat i nak makan tidur more. you?

another you.

I woke up and I cried. Sobbing. Another dream of him. I'm quite blessed comapred to my other family members sebab I paling banyak mimpi Ayoh since his demise. Every week apart from last week maybe sebab I stress nak exam tho it was only trial. But I remember tossing and turning in bed on the night before P6. Ended up crying to sleep because I missed him so much. I MISS HIM SO MUCH. There never will a past tense to it sebab I memamg rindu Ayoh every single minute. The only difference is the intensity.


The dreams are more or less the same. About we used to do, what he loved. Sometimes he just came out of nowhere and hugged me. Macam I tengah mimpi about something else and POOF! ayah came and hugged me. Sometimes there would be a proper storyline to it. Like the one that we had a car ride together, chatting, having fun, makan aiskrim together. Tapi I taknak balik when he sent me to my house sebab I knew nanti I dah tak boleh jumpa dia dah. He hugged me and said comforting words to me. Tapi bile I sedar I couldn't remember what we talked about, those things he said to me.


Last night was about me,mama and daddy went to Mecca. There was some kind of plague and it was so chaotic, Daddy couldn't make it. We were separated sebab kecoh sangat kan. Tapi I sampai to this one centre where they manage all the bodies. I saw Ayoh. With the look on his face exactly like on the day he died. So serene. I kissed his cheek and went to get my mom. We talked about him. Reminiscing. I ingat I told my mom that he used to rub his shaved chin to my face. That was when I felt he was soooooo close to me. Kan kasar kalau baru lepas shave and I could feel it. Macam die baru buat. Sini. Atas my right eyebrow.


I never tell mama about my dreams because there was once when my sis told her that she had a dream of Ayoh, mama said 'herm ore lain mipi blako. Mama jah tok mipi'. I know she misses her darling so much. 38 years of being together is not something that you can put at the back of your mind easily. Macam kalau I mimpi, jarang je I sedih in the dreams sebab he was so close. So bila dah bangun, dah sedar I'd ended up crying sebab baru sedar he's no longer here and it was just a dream.


Oh one more thing. If a friend of u told u about his/her dream of his/her deceased parent/loved ones, jangan lah sial sangat pergi cakap mimpi tu mainan tidur or mimpi tu tak logik sebab tu la one of the channels nak luahkan rindu. Ok enough of my crapping. Happy Saturday everyone!

so how #2

I've been pestering Farhan to take me to the newly opened Murni somewhere in USJ. Konon macam nak buat the in thing now la. I went to the old Murni once tapi laaaaame gila dulu and I forgot the taste of the foods already so I think the foods weren't mind blowing sedap la coz kalau tak sure perut I ingat sampai sekarang. I jenis very particular with everything. Nak pergi mana-mana, nak makan kat somewhere new mesti I buat research dulu. Very the statement kipas diri. Tapi usually ended up tak pergi pun. Hangat-hangat tahi ayam citpoodah.

So I googled la Murni USJ. Clicked one of the link, baca-baca bla bla bla then puked. Geli gila. Tak payah la pergi secool mana that place is. Rela I makan nasik telur mata dengan kicap kat rumah la. Look at the picture upstairs (Mimi, do I sound like a foreigner?lol) What's in the yolk? Looks like a roach to me? Ke ape? Tell me what u can see.

You are what you eat. Input kotor output pun sama lah. By output I didn't mean your poops. Lol. Jiwa hati nurani peribadi all that. My aunt EVERY SINGLE THING die buat sendiri. From jam sampai lah goreng pisang and every thing in between. Kakak I pernah kena marah coz she bought goreng pisang. My aunt said 'orang jual tu tah solat tah tidak. Gelap hati makan yang orang tak solat masak.'

So memang geeeeelap lah hati I coz almost everyday pun beli je breakfast, lunch, dinner. Oh lepas tu baru I ingat last week I went to Sushi Bonanza courtesy of my sister. Now dah ade notice saying that Unagis contained less than 0.05% alcohol. But since Unagi is my favourite I said 'Edible kot since very little. Tak memabukkan ni' to my sister *put Unagi in mouth. nom nom*. Finished the first plate, took the second plate tiba-tiba rasa tak yakin. Terus I put it back on the conveyer belt. Sampai sekarang I rasa bersalah to my sister and her daughter sebab she is still breastfeeding. Sarah, maafkan ciksu.


Tapi yang dah berkarton Unagi I makan before this tu apa? Tak kan la right now baru letak alcohol kan? Mesti dah trade secret resipi turun temurun. Patut la hati I gelap. Sigh. Ni belum masuk bab mamak lagi. TGIF, Chili's apa semua pun boleh join. Ni la harga yang perlu dikorbankan dengan arus pemodenan. Ayat konon hebat. Now, I dah macam malas to eat out. Tapi most of the times I have to since I'm very busy. Ceh. Ni belum nanti I jadi career woman. Dah la I makan sorang rasa macam tak worth it kung kang kung kang kat dapur masak sikit je makan alone gila kesian kau weh. So how?











ps: to my sister, rajin-rajinkan lah memasak. Lol.
pps: I'm on diet. Almost two days without rice. Lihat perutku...

so tell me.

What do you really want in life? Ever gave it a thought? Had a conversation which made me realised how fortunate I am. Tapi manusia memang lah. Bad luck kecik gila memang nampak terus nak kupas dari segenap sudut terus question why porque kenapa. Tapi all the good things yang everyday pun datang dalam diri mesti went unnoticed.

Ade satu miniature lolipop yang gila boleh buat kau drolls dengan satu lolipop chupachup tujuh posen yang kecik tapi edible. Which one do you choose? Basically that's the summary of the conversation. Like all the good things in life aren't perfect. U have to give some to get some u know.

Biar lah kau ade lollipop yang gila besar tapi macam tak de guna. I'd rather stick to my chupachup. Like what's the point of having an unedible lolipop kan? Alhamdulillah I had the chance to get to know the most awesome dad who really loved me, who cared about me tenderly, who never raised his voice let alone to hurt me. Though he's now I gone I know that he loved me. He loved us. Saya takde ayah now but I know it's waaaaay better than having a dad yang every single day nampak depan mata tapi tak dapat rasa his love. Yang tak pernah wish birthday, yang tak pernah concern of my whereabouts tapi has millions in the bank. Kebahagiaan tu subjektif. Which one is your desire?

Oh I'm currently at home. It was a bit weird when only my mom fetched me. They used to fetch me. But somehow it feels like he's still here. Macam dia pergi surau tak balik lagi kind of feelings. Like I'm still waiting for him. Kalau i tell to others bout this they'll go like 'he's gone. sabar la'. I know that he's gone tapi macam tah la. But my bestfriend, Ayu who had to went thru all this when she was 11 years old said she still have that kind of waiting feeling after these years. So I think only people who went thru all this understands. Kot.

ps:doakan ape yang i buat sekarang adalah yang terbaik. thanks

Mbdsjngrhk

Kalau orang tak cakap takziah kau nak emo cakap orang x considerate ignore kau punye suffering.tapi kalau orang cakap takziah pun kau nak emo cakap orang tak paham perasaan kau nak happy sekejap terus turned off.sigh.so how?

SELAMAT HARI RAYA

*taken from my sis's fb. kid these days.



SELAMAT HARI RAYA EVERYONE!
Mohon maaf zahir batin

I know you are in a better place now. Al-fatihah.

It has been a month since he left. But it feels like yesterday. Till now I think I couldn't really accept the fact that he's gone. Tah la. How to describe eh? I feel like he's now in KL or some other places and he's coming back esok or lusa. Bukan tak redha. But maybe it was too heartwrenching so my mind preferred to think that way. Tak nak bagi sedih sangat kot. S'ok, nanti kami akan bertemu di Jannah insyaAllah.

Oh maybe some of u have no idea what I'm talking about. My ayoh, Hj Mohd Hashim @ Ariffin b. Ismail passed away on 4th August 2010 at 2.05 pm. On the same day that we were supposed to leave for Mecca. Dari DIA kita datang kepada DIA kita kembali.

Terkilan tak dapat kucup tangan pohon ampun tika jasad masih bernyawa, tak setia di sisi tika sakaratulmaut datang menjelma. Maybe HE knew that I wouldn't have been able to face it all. Masih ingat persis panggilan itu. No tears were shed. Numb. Pohon itu hanya mimpi. Tapi bila dah queue for flight tickets baru realization hit me. No more that deep throathy WELCOME HOME greeting from him every single time I went back home.

We reached home around Asar prayer. I knew that I have to be strong for my mom because my sister was crying all the way back to KB. The house seemed so foreign. Penuh relatives and friends but I didn't know what to do. Should I go and salam with every single one of them? Should I go and weep beside Ayoh's lifeless body? All those familiar faces seemed like strangers. I will remember the look on Mama's face on that day till the day I die. I went to salam with my aunty and cousins. And they were like 'bie duk tunggu nak g Mekoh la ni tadi?'. That was it. I couldn't handle that. Straight away into the room and prayed. Sucikan diri before jumpa Ayoh.

And there were Mama and sis beside him. Crying. I heard Mama whispered to Ayoh 'Ayoh promise dengan Mama Ayoh tunggu Mama deh'. That was so heartbreaking. But I looked at him, I felt so much stronger. He was so good looking. Terbaik yang pernah saya lihat in the past 21 years. Suci, bersih, calm and serene. He kept me going that day. Pergi dalam keadaan itu is something totally to boast about. Every single person who came said that Ayoh looked so peaceful. Syukur Alhamdulillah. Like the saying goes 'it's not how you start, it's how you finish'.

Honestly, I'm happy that he died like that. Syukur. Undoubtedly that HIS plannings were the best. HE never fails to make me feel like I'm the luckiest girl even in this situation. Ayoh left us when he was in KB. Just imagine what if Ayoh passed away while we were waiting for our flights in KLIA? Or when we were sightseeing in Egypt? Atau mungkin di Tanah Haram. Pusara Ayoh obviously wouldn't be at where it is now, 3 minutes from home.

He was bathe after Maghrib in his favourite place-his room. Mama stood by the door teary eyed and I went to hug her, she just said 'This is all too soon'. My niece, Sarah kept on saying 'nak Tok Ayah'. I just didn't know what to tell her. A 2 years old obviously couldn't understand mati tu ape kan. Solat jenazah pun penuh rumah. Alhamdulillah. I went to the cemetery as well, the only woman there. Mama was too sad and sis was too occupied with Sarah.Dari awal lagi dah berazam to be with him through it all. To send him to his final resting place. Ayoh diusung ke sana. What a sight it was. I'm sure he would be smiling if he could see that. It was drizzling. My brother and I mistakenly came from the other side of the cemetery. So to get over to my dad's we had to walk across the HUGE cemetery with 2 kids in tow. It was pitch black dengan becak dengan semalus all over. I just didn't care. I just wanted to be with him. Selipar putus pun belasah je.

Whenever orang datang ziarah said 'sabar deh', that was like a cue for me to cry. Sneaking into my parents' room to cry was a normality. Crying while lying on his side of the bed rase macam he's hugging me. So close. Lagi perit bila orang kata 'oooo ni la anak bongsu hok nok gi Mekah sekali tu'. I remember one night mase tahlil Mama was at the table and she suddenly said 'eh Ayoh'. Obviously it wasn't him. It was my uncle. Ayoh's brother. I couldn't even look at him. Sedih, sayu.

One month after that day and we are still coping. I took a month off. I just don't have the heart to leave Mama. Being at home makes me feel so much closer to Ayoh. Some people just couldn't understand why. Some even suruh I marah my mom if she still crying after a week of his passing. Kau kejam ke nak marah Mak kau nangis teringat bapak kau? 38 years of being together kau nak mak kau buat tak rasa apa, unaffected? You tell me. Bukan meratapi tapi sometimes rindu tu datang. I try to avoid crying in front of Mama. Nak nangis lari masuk toilet or anywhere else except near her.

I know that Ayoh is in a better place now. He was the greatest dad. Too bad that I didn't told him that enough when he was still alive :(




Ya Allah, ampunkanlah dosa ayahku, permudahkanlah urusannya, tempatkanlah dia bersama golongan yang beriman, tempatkanlah dia dalam syurgaMu, sejahterakanlah dia di sana, lapangkanlah kuburnya, terangilah pusaranya. Sampaikan salam rindu kami padanya Ya Allah. Al-fatihah.

ps:doakan kami kuat juga ok?
pps:raya is not going to be the same without him.

PLEASE READ THIS!

Tomorrow is the day that I've been waiting since I was 8 years old. Alhamdulillah esok I will be leaving for Mecca to perform my umrah for the second time. Syukur ayoh tak pakai Lambo pun still ade rezeki. It has been years since I last went there. Way before puberty and back when I thought kereta automatic tu memang automatic. Macam auto pilot. *slap forehead*


I still remember the first time I saw Baitullah, I cried. Speechless. Afraid. Rasa diri kerdil sangat. And that was waayy back when I didn't even know MTV. Sekarang dosa Ya Rabbi menggunung. I wonder how would I feel.

I couldn't wait to be home. I couldn't understand why Mama was crying when we were about to leave Al-Haram. Bila orang tanya 'bakpo bie lorat nak balik?'. the answer was 'nak balik main basikal.' That was the little me.


Bila dah selamat sampai Malaysia, there were many dreams of Baitullah. I still remember one night I had a dream of Kaabah. Terus bangun excited nak oyak ko Mama. And there was my mom in her mom, just woken up from the same dream. *teary eyes*


Dulu before pergi tak faham kenapa orang yang dah pergi nak rindu Mekah. Those of u yang dah pergi you can feel me right? Dah few times ajak my parents to go there again. Tapi mungkin rezeki tak sampai. 12 years apart from the last visit. Nevertheless, SYUKUR SYUKUR ALHAMDULILLAH.


This trip will be completely different from the last one. I am now a woman. Not the girl who used to ask her mom to lock her in the hotel room kalau malas pergi Subuh. This might be the last trip there for me as a single woman, as anak yang still under tanggungan.I will take this opportunity nak beribadah sebaik mungkin, InsyaAllah. I hope I will change for the better. For me, my parents, and for Him. InsyaAllah this will be a turning point for me. Doakan please.


The timing was perfect. 5th August until 23rd August. We are going to land in Malaysia right on the day that my result will be out. Yay boleh doa banyak banyak kat sana!. And it's Ramadhan. It was my life long dream to fast in Mecca. My mom's too. Alhamdulillah atas nikmat berganda.


EXCEPT THAT!


I've just received a call from mama saying that ayoh might not be able to come with us. Heartbroken. I cried. I did question 'why now? why not last month? why him?'. But then I realized ni semua adalah dugaan. Kenapa time dapat pergi umrah hari tu I didn't question anything kan? Kenapa time dapat musibah baru nak why oh why.


Ayah is not feeling pretty well. Letih. Last week tapak kaki lebam. Been to 3 doctors but no one can figure out what is wrong. Everything is normal. He received an injection untuk kaki lebam tu. The morning after he got the injection he called me and my sister telling us that he's ok now. Segar. That's why the call from my mom just now was a big blow to me. To us.


I cannot do anything now. I've stopped crying. Those tears can't change anything kan? Yes tomorrow was the day that I've been waiting since forever. But now I wish tomorrow is light years away so that Ayoh can get better in time to come with us. It has been my lifelong dream to be in Al-Haram with both of my parents. On the last visit I went there with my mom and my brother.


PLEASE MAKE DOA FOR MY DAD! Please. With all my heart I'm begging you. Doakan kami selamat pergi dan balik, perjalanan diberkati dan dapat peluang terbaik untuk beribadah.











ps:crying does make me feel better. what say you?
pps: will be leaving 0100 5th August.

mummy bumpy

I've noticed that every single semester mesti I dapat kawan baru yang pregnant which is kinda cool since I'm a sucker for those baby bumps. I think pregnant women are sexxxay! Betul la. Their faces are glowing, their bodies are 'fuller' blablabla. I SALUTE they all. I can't imagine carrying those extra 20kgs of bendalir amnion whatsoever. Let alone to climb hundreds of stairs to got to class. Tengok muka pun taw diorg penat.



I think Uitm should provides parking bays for them preggie ladies. Tapi tak tak, tak boleh pakai sebab nanti semua nak pregnant sebab tak nak parking dekat padang kawad. Kesian lah they all. And Ramadhan is approaching lagi. My classmate baru pregnant 2.5 months. Comel woh. But pity her la since kelas mostly pagi. And do u know what morning means kalau pregnant? UWEEEEK! Yes, morning sickness. Kesian few times kena lari keluar pergi toilet sebab nak vomit.




Tapi I selalu curi tengok tummy die. Rase macam nak letak kepala and cakap cakap dengan baby. Pervert much? Hahaha. I have a fetish I guess. Kakak tu pulak selalu pegang gosok-gosok tummy dia. Geram je nak mintak gosok. *drools*



One more thing I geram pasal pregnant women is the oh so gorgeous baju pregnant. Dulu kalau pregnant mesti nak pakai macam maxi like that. But now, every designs pun wearable by them. Baru lah yummy mummy. But please lah tak suka kalau orang pregnant pakai baju siiiinnngkat and seluar keeetat! Buruk oi.



Oh stop blabbing about pregnant women. Nanti future employer condemn *coughs*. Perasan future employer padahal orang baru e-mail mintak hantar certificates. Last two weeks I went to ACCA Career Fair. Submitted my resumes to a few companies and Alhamdulillah one of them has responded. Not congratulations-you're-employed kind of response but I'm happy nonetheless since I'm still studying. Not bad I think.



So anyone can teach me how to make a cover letter?

I think right now I am going through a phase where reading other people blogs is more exciting than updating mine. I just don't know why. Maybe I don't have much to share. Nah, I don't think so because I've always have that 'oh i should blog about this'. So, I think the main reason is because I'm to lazy. It's easier for me to just scroll down while enjoying my cup of Milo instead of typing and making sure everything make sense.

Oh I'm running on deficit now. Seriously. Meraba-raba cari duit *hint hint*. Lol. And every single time I'm short of cash mestilah lah ade baju cantik, wedges cantik, handbag gorgeous. Sigh. Kuatkanlah IMAN.I've just started my new semester, my last semester InsyaAllah. So banyaklah nak kena bayar, nak kena beli. Sedih mak, nyah.

dreams do speak

Orang kata mimpi tu mainan syaitan. I think so too. Tapi kalau saya mimpi kahwin anak raja saya terus dalam denial kata it's a prophecy. Saya selalu mimpi. Tidur 5 minutes dalam kelas pun boleh mimpi. Tapi kalau tidur kejap je saya mimpi kena langgar lori atau jatuh longkang atau apa-apa yang boleh buat saya tersentak bangun. Memalukan sangat. Loser memang begitu.

I had a dream. It was the day of my wedding. My ARRANGED WEDDING. Take note of that. Saya tengok bakal husband saya through CCTV je masa meminang and the akad was held right after the meminang session. Saya tak ready, saya sedih memikirkan jodoh saya mungkin orang lain dan bukan yang dipaksa ini. Saya tarik muka. Silent treatment. Saya jual mahal. Our marriage seemed to be in disrepair. Husband saya baik walaupun taklah sekacak Ashraf Sinclair. Tapi kebaikan dia tu bukannya boleh saya bawak pergi function tunjuk-tunjuk menunjuk kat colleagues saya. Apelah sangat baik dia tu saya fikir. Saya pandang dia sebelah mata. Sampailah Fizz Fairuz datang nasihatkan saya to accept husband saya as he is. Saya kata 'I'll try'. Tanpa niat untuk mencuba pada dasarnya.

Sampailah satu petang, husband saya memasuki OUR ROOM dengan bertowel dan masih sweating sebab baru balik gym. Dengan badan sasa rawr dan six packs tu terus, saya cair. 'Abang nak air? Abang mesti penat kan?'. Terus tamat sudah segala silent treatment. Nasib baik mimpi ended there. Kalau tak saya pun geli nak type. ROTFL.

Mimpi ini memang bodoh pada zahirnya. Apekah tiba-tiba Fizz Fairuz jadi advisor saya. Memang tak logic lah. Tapi bile pikir-pikir balik it's a reminder actually. Maybe supaya saya tak memandang rupa dalam soal jodoh or whatsoever. I'm afraid that I'm going to be blinded by the good looks, wealth and physical attributes. Mintak dijauhkan. Ya Allah,janganlah butakan aku dengan segala rupa dan kekayaan pinjaman itu. Amin.

Quoted from Ayu bestfriend saya:

'Kalau pilih handsome je tapi perangai macam setan, kalau kena langgar lori apa yang tinggal?'

'Muka setan dan perangai setan lah.'

ps:oh yeah baby, I still can write a long post. blergh.

pps:dah penat edit. tapi die xnk turun jgk. sukehati kau lah.

POOP!

The exam is finally OVER! Now, I'm currently at home with nothing to do

and the constant am-I-going-to-ace-it-or-not-oh-what-have-I-wrote thoughts. All the papers were so hard. Especially P2 (Corporate Reporting). Sigh. My lecturer said 'dont worry. that kind of question would not come out in the final'. Guess what? THAT kind of question CAME out. Poor me. I feel like I've wasted the whole semester for P2. I thought I was ready. Boy I was wrong.

This break I should start preparing my CV, resume and all that. But nah, those things can wait. I shall wait for the results first. I'm devastated actually =( All the extra hours poured in seemed to be pointless. All the plans and hopes are like ballons. And I'm slowly losing grip of those. Oh stop me from talking anout exams please. Let's just hope miracles do happen and please don't stop praying for me and my friends ok.











I love being at home. And I couldn't agree more with the quote above. HAHAHA. Don't you guys think that's so true. Well it is for me. Hah pengotor kau bie.







ps:I need to get rid of my extra kilos.
pps:But home=foods foods foods *dilemma*

yearned solitude

'NEVER, NEVER LISTEN TO ANYBODY THAT TRIES TO DISCOURAGE YOU'

Yeah. Nice advice u've got there. I can handle that anybody. But the person who discourages me the most is MYSELF. Freaking out much? I think so. Let's just hope I can channel this discouragement into motivation in a week time. Ekk!

ps:KAK MIMI,all the best for your exam!

note to self

Remember when someone told u that u were very strong and your strength made him stronger? I want u to be that strong. Please. I need it now more than ever. And dear heart, I'm sorry for the pains caused.



So lets put on the happy face shall we? Be brave. Be very very brave.

our doas are with u.

when u called to tell us that u are at the clinic with the IV poked into u

we laughed at u

what a baby!


and now when u are lying on the bed motionless

hanging on to the machines to keep u breathing

we are crying while u are fighting for your life

guess who are the real babies now?

My friend, Shafiq Zainuddin has just been admitted because of lung infection. A possible case of H1N1 as well. He's in coma now. Please make doa for him.

I WONDER.

I intended to join a piano lesson but the plan got canceled when I asked my mom for her permission. Her reply was 'baiklah masuk kelas tadarus dari kelas piano tu'. Ouch. But it got me thinking. It dawned on me that I'm not well equipped in that department.

I surely know how to recite the Quran. I know alif di atas a ba di atas ba. But I don't really know how to recite It in the right way. You know with all the izhar, ikhfak, idgham, dengung. I do get some parts of it right but what about the other parts? Arabic is one tough language. Just a tiny difference in the way you pronounce the words may result in a different meaning. I knew it. Yet I still took the easy way to just close one eye and recite it the way I think it should sounds like. Come to think of it, there must be gazillion times I recited it wrongly.


My cousins are hafiz and hafizah. They are my closest cousins from my father's side. Yes, we always crack jokes, share the laughters but I have to admit I'm ashamed of myself. I feel so small. Hina. When the day comes, I can't do anything to help my family. I don't have the extra tickets like them. Heck I can't even guarantee a seat for myself to heaven let alone the extra tickets. I ENVY THEM!


All rounder. The trait that we all boast about. But does an all rounder really is an all rounder? I mean does the term all rounder includes the religion bits? I wonder.








ps:i think nasik berlauk is the best breakfast.

tonight's gonna be a good night.

A lame story it was.
Yet managed to put a smile on my face.

Since I have neither a car nor a bicycle, I had no other choice than to wait for the bus in the rain.Sigh.It's pretty taxing sometimes to brave the sardine packed bus but thinking that InsyaAllah in a year i will be able to buy a car with my own hard earned money, things are bearable.


Waiting is not my forte.Let alone waiting for a bus that took forever to arrive in the rain.But when I boarded the bus,the driver greeted me 'sayang,nak pergi mana?'.Oh no the driver was not a bearded stout guy,a makcik.A makcik drove that bus.Cool kan?I melted right away.Bonus point, the available seats were aplenty.


And when I got off,she waved at me.Heck after that I didn't even mind that I have to cross the road, walk a few blocks ahead and climb five sets of stairs IN THE RAIN.Just because I know the world is not a cruel place to be after all.


Thanks makcik.U made my day.

ps:and here i am writing on my comfy bed.Alhamdulillah.
pps:next time when u are all gloomy,focus on the simple things that u might take for granted.
ppps:oh you,tell me that i'm precious.because you are a gem to me.

my blog doesn't automatically show the comments i received.i have to approve it first.yes pat on the back for that.

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i was so stupid because i clicked without looking.so instead of publishing i rejected them.gile cool kau weh.

as much as i hate to say this..

I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was, but what happened is in the past and all I can do is try to change and if you can't accept that, then you weren't who I thought you were.

not so kinder bueno childhood.

I think most u guys know about the HALIMAH JONGANG hype now.Even if you don't watch it,I bet u must have heard the catchy song.It's not even a song.Just a repetition of halimah jongang with a bit of rhythm thrown in.However thanks to the plain,straight forward nature of the song,even a 5 years old can sing it.Too bad bebeh.


Because now if you look through the entertainment pages,you sure will come across one or two complaints on that series.Sebab ape?Sebab the song,the song and the song.Mostly the complaints come from upset parents whose child has a minor blot in the dental department.Can u imagine going to school everyday with people singing u that song.MOCKING YOU WITH THAT SONG.It's bad enough already when they called you bad names.Ni tambah lagi lagu pulak.Jongang itself is rude.I guarantee you it took a lot of courage to face this kind of teasing.And for a 8 years old girl to face this?Sigh.Unbearable.


Growing up,I was short and fat.Still am but most of the baby fats are gone.I still remember people calling me 'gajah' and sometimes 'badak'.Not to mention the chart topper 'gemuk'.And whenever I came home long faced my mom would tell me how beautiful I am cute intan payung to make me feel better and how they are going to be punished by Allah.All smile after that, but a few days after that the drama would recur again.It was a normality then.Not a very happy childhood huh?


I remember one Raya when I was still in primary school bila budak-budak kampung datang beraya.I served them.One of the boys said 'oloh gemuknyo die ni' straight to my face.I was the host for Pete's sake.I ran into the kitchen and cried.Oh drama queen as she is.After some consoling from my mother I managed to put on a straight face(albeit the runny nose and puffy eyes).And guess what I did?When it was time to bagi duit raya I went to him and said 'tak baik ngoto hok Allah buat'.Nope.No duit raya for him*smug*.


Moral of the story,name calling is a big NO NO.Tegur adik-adik,anak-anak,anak jiran rumah sebelah,depan,belakang cakap tak baik mengata.I've been through that and it wasn't nice.Jangan lah budak-budak tu have my kind of childhood.Nanti the world will be jam-packed with people like me.Haha.Seriously,I think it's one of the reason why I'm so dominant because I grew up in the ruthless environment.Pffft.









ps;no,i'm not going to post my gambar time kecik.hahaha
pps:when u are with someone a bit kayu,suprise is indeed very suprising.

the melted padlepop rainbow

I went to Satay Kajang to have satay last night.Obviously la pergi satay kajang nak makan satay bukan nak makan lontong.And a family came.Semua comel-comel bulat kiut metot.From the dad sampai lah the youngest child memang muka copy paste.


BUT


The guy who works there didn't let them in.Why?Because it was almost 10 pm already and they were closing.And the dad kind of persuaded the guy to let them in because the kids craved for satay but the 'gila kuasa budget macam boss' waiter didn't budge an inch.I swear I saw the expressions on the kids' faces just poofed away.Serious kesian.When they turned to head back to their car,the granny patted the boy.Macam pujuk lah.'Tak pe lah,kita makan tempat lain ok' might be her comforting words.



Bayanglah kalau family tu tak senang,anak-anak nak makan satay tapi tak cukup duit.Bapak promised 'nanti cuti sekolah ayah bawak korang makan sane'.Budak-budak counted the days to cuti sekolah.Tak sabar nak makan.Tapi jadi macam tu.If I were them sure tidur mimpi satay.But u know how drama queen I am.Pffft.



Memang lah the closing time is 10pm.But it wasn't even 10p.m.Ni lah melayu.Operation hours 9am till 10pm.Time bukak kedai pukul 9 baru start tarik pintu,sapu meja.Time closing 9.35pm dah start kemas-kemas.Apekah?Kesian budak-budak tu.










ps:having the 'malasnye' moments
pps:thank u farhan for sacrificing ur gaji for me.mak terharu nyah.

weekend wonder

pssst!im going to watch the disney on ice this sunday with sarah and adam.oh can't wait.will update later.im at the computer lab.my broadband connection has been giving me the cold shoulder.still.so thats explains why im not updating much tho every single day i have the 'eh ni boleh share dalam blog' moments.ergh.

-xoxo-

this is what I THINK

I think it's odd when u posted a picture of u kissing your boyfriend and right below it you said something about your hope of being together with him forever, followed by AMIN. I don't mind if u want to post a naked picture of u or what nots. It's your choice. But don't u think putting Amin and a kissing picture in a same page is inappropriate? I don't know bout others, but for me it is somehow mocking The Almighty. What say you?

i'm blessed indeed.

Hello beautiful people!


I got my result yesterday. Syukur Alhamdulillah I've pulled through it all. Oh in case you are wondering why I'm only updating on it today instead of yesterday-I just came back from the seventh heaven. Which I'm sure no one was wondering tho. Please bear with my show off mode today darlings.


The marks? Whoa. Way better than I expected it to be. Yes, you read it right. Somehow there was something in me telling me that I'd pass the papers but my body was kind enough to spark the occasional jitters-to keep me grounded I guess. But what I saw yesterday in my e-mail was beyond my expectations. For ACCA students, all that matter is whether u've passed or failed but they do provide you with your marks in the results. We don't have that CGPA with the fancy calculations like normal courses do since we are professional populace and we are not bothered about that*smugs*. Or maybe because our only lifelines are the final exam marks. We don't have to crack our head for assessments, assignments and whatnots. Easy breezy up til the final. Allah gave me the perfect path afterall. Alhamdulillah.



I literally burned the midnight oil last semester. I worked my ass off should I say. My friends were like 'eh Bie aku tak kenal kau sem ni','eh nape rajin sangat sekarang'. Very motivational la they all. Lol. And I had the worst fever ONE DAY BEFORE the BIGGG exam. How cool is that? I sniffed, sneezed, coughed my way through it. Not to mention the headaches. There were my companions when I was in the battle. To add cherry on top of the cake, the questions were so tough. I even left some of it unanswered. I guess HE was with me. My parents' doas were with me. Alhamdulillah alhamdulillah.



I lowered my forehead to the ground. Thanking him for the blessings, for all the enchantments around me which at times I've failed to notice. YOU ARE ONE OF THE ENCHANTMENTS as well. I hope my head don't grow along with my knowledge. Note to head:Hey,you stay put.Let the brain soaks all the knowledge.You head,just keep your toes on the ground ok?'

ps:please remind me when ever I'm feeling low that HE is with me.
pps:why the heck am i crying?
pps:it feels ggggoood to be home.

I couldn't breathe. Sad tears streamed down my face. I cried in my prayer. Albeit the tears I tried to recite the Quran. The beautiful kalamullahs were no match to my sobs. Ungrateful soul I am. Only looking for Him when I'm in the deepest pit. Ya Allah if this gentle shove is a sign from You to make me a better person I am forever thankful for it.

It was Beautiful. Distant but serene. I wish I didn't have to wake up. I wish I could stay in it forever. I wish it was real. But I know that there is no chance for me to live the dream because I've sinned.



God,is this a guidance from you?

pendek hidung kembang.

Weh aku rendah tak leh pakai seluar ni. Nanti nampak peha macam tong drum.

Aku rendah lah wei. Mane boleh pakai kebaya labuh. Nanti nampak rendang gila.

Aku tak cukup tinggi! Mane la nak beli dress. Semua nak kene alter. Benci aku.

But after reading this, I am so freaking glad that I'm a late bloomer. Yes I'm calling myself a late bloomer instead of pendek dengan harapan my hormones will realize that they are not productive enough terus buat mass production lalu I dapat tinggi. Ceh bleak gila angan-angan. Oh don't bother if you can't move your fat finger to click the link. Meh i rajin copy paste.

A mother-to-be cheated death when a giant steel girder smashed into her car - because she is so tiny.

Petite Kelli Chapman, just 4ft 11ins, was waiting at traffic lights when the 30ft steel girder fell from a passing lorry.

It ripped open her red Volkswagen Golf GTi "like a tin can" - but Kelli, 26, walked away unscathed as the girder shot through the windscreen over her head.

Crash experts said if she had been just three inches taller she would have been killed instantly by the the one and a half tonnes of steel.

Kelli, who is three months pregnant, even managed to keep a cool head and call her father PC Rob Chapman from inside the crushed vehicle to ask for help.

PC Chapman said: 'Kelli called me and said "Dad, some metal has fallen on my car"

'But when I arrived at the scene I was just stunned.

'I could not believe what I was seeing. It was carnage. If she was not such a petite girl she would be dead.

Ha,if u guys were in the car I'm pretty sure you would end up jadi pancake with blood oozing from your head macam maple syrup.Slurp oh yummy.The pancake.Not the flat head.Tak pon dah macam ting tong sebab kena kutuk dengan besi.Hanya orang pendek macam I boleh survive.Boleh print ni cerita ni tunjuk dekat orang kutuk I pendek.

If you are A BIT short,I LOVE YOU!I do.*muahs*

ps:eva longoria pon pendek ape.kawan i lah tu.
pps:oh shah alam i hate you!

LOL.

I'm very particular about my English.Spelling mistakes,grammar flaws are eyesores.Honestly,I enjoy reading other people's blog just to spot their mistakes.Yes,I'm evil.But somehow this is my way of learning.What annoys me the most are the obesis students.Oh i sound like ienvyyoui'mstuckinmalaysia girl.Hahaha.Say what you want.They are now in an English speaking country but somehow their English are...HOPELESS.

I couldn't tolerate it any longer when I saw my friend's facebook status.Noticed that he needs VOCATION and not vacation.I assumed he misspelled the words so I thought he would realise his mistake.But he cockily replied me with the definition of vacation.Please.Do I look like I don't know what vacation means? But you said vocation dammit!


So i replied with my short lecture of vacation is not vocation bla3.And his answer was*drum roll please*WELL SAYA ORANG MELAYU.wtf.Why are you making Melayu as an excuse not to learn other language?Pathetic.This is one of the reasons why Melayu is always being labeled as pemalas.This guy now is in United Kingdom.The homeland of English.How ironic is that.

ps:ye mmg sy jeles pon.
pps:makan makan makan.ergh

Make my day.

I've been feeling dejected all day long.Scratch that.The feeling has been with me since yesterday.It maybe because of the hormones.Ergh.I HATE this feeling.But somehow one thing leads to another and here I am feeling worthless and insignificant.Hello people,can't u see me?Or u just don't bother?I think if I'm being kidnapped,no one will notice that I'm gone.














ps:i can't stop u from hating me.
pps:hv to re-read 'the secret'.pronto

ah tak kira,nak merajuk jugak.

Sedih part 1:I planned to terminate my CELCOM BROADBAND due to its snail-like performance. So I made a brave move not to pay my bill. How long did I manage without my Internet? Two days people. Pffft. Last-last nangis mintak orang bawak pergi bayar bill. Harapan lah nak jadi Robinson Crusoe.So yes I'm back.Thankfully the connection is a bit better. I repeat A BIT.Bukan kan a lot.Maybe sebab I bayar extra.My due payment was rm60-ish but I paid rm100. Hah baru nak laju sikit.Kalau aku bayar cukup-cukup tak laju lah? Gila pilih kasih kau CELCOM. Taw lah aku miskin tak de duit harap duit scholar.Kau siat hati aku CELCOM.Oh drama.





Sedih part 2:I've been eyeing one brown wedges from clarks since Raya. Kumpul-kumpul duit baru sekarang cukup duit nak beli.Kalau mintak duit dengan mama nak beli Clarks sure the answer is 'ala Mama pakai kasut BATA je'. Ha terus rasa bersalah tak jadi beli.So baik tak mintak terus kumpul duit sendiri.Turned out that the salesman is Farhan's friend and he gave us his staff discount.30% beb.Almost rm100 could be saved.Dah boleh beli kasut Bata for Mama dah.But,



But





But


The smallest size that they have is 4!


BUT I'M A SIZE 3!!!!!


So the guy called his friends at clarks the curve and plaza masalam.And BOTH of the stores do not have size 3!Sedih wei.Hampa.Macam budak dapat belon lepas tu terlepas. Camtu ah rase die.
Tapi ni lagi sedih la sebab budak tu menabung sikit-sikit nak beli belon tu.It is not a big deal that I can't find my size.But,30% discount?Ok dah merajuk tak nak beli kasut setahun.



Ni mesti Santa tak baca surat ni.













ps:nak aiskrim milo!

pps:farhan,could u ask your friend to ask his friend at clarks sunway pyramid?Please.i gave u a hint just now.

ppps:night night everyone!muaaahs.

hey you i hate you!

hello.

i NEED to update more often.it's not that i dont want to but the internet connection thwarted my intentions.i couldn't get connected or on any rare odds that I could, it's so freaking slow. I had to keep hitting the refresh icon. Few times. And to my despair 'the page cannot be displayed' or 'the connection was reset' appeared on the screen. Thanks mak hampa.


Bayar mahal-mahal tapi macam hape je.Ni internet Malaysia ke Botswana?Thanks celcom broadband. THANKS.













ps:ni i online before subuh.kalau tak memang tak dapat.

some rice please!

Have you ever felt so stuffed macam pizza stuffed crust after dinner walaupun tak makan pizza? Well I'm sure you had. Kan kan kan? Tak payah gedik tak nak ngaku. Ngaku cepat. By that time you have to loosen up your belt to give some room for the new 'addition' to your life. Alah tak kan tak pernah? And you will blame the foods for being so good that I you cannot resist. Padahal memang salah sendiri makan tak ingat budget perut ade empat macam lembu. Pffft.


My brother in law and my sister once said that they don't mind bringing me to a buffet dinner or lunch or breakfast. Money well spent. A mountain-ish pile of foods from the spread on the plate,next thing you know BURP!!. End of story. I still remember one time when I went to a steamboat buffet I was so stuffed and bloated to the neck I nearly puked. Luckily my body still had some dignity to hold 'it' all inside. Macho bai. The ride home was painful. I had to recline the seat to give the foods a downhill ride to the pit of my stomach. Boleh imagine tak? Tak kira. Nak explain jugak. Kalau I duduk straight makanan tu macam segan lah nak turun sebab sempit kan. Claustrophobic mungkin. Tapi bile dah recline seat tu die jadi macam turun slide. So makanan tu happy je nak turun. And I even had to unbutton my jeans to persuade them. What a night!


But it was back when I was A LITTLE BIT slimmer and lighter on the scale. Oh how I miss the good old days. Now I have to watch what I eat because my weight is so pumped up to show bigger numbers. They are so obsessed with the bigger the better trend now. Maybe my body had gone loco after all the excessive 'care and fondles'. Kiasu sungguh. Mungkin jugak due to the overloading of sushis every once in a while.


But now I have a new problem. I'm so windy and gaseous that sometimes I felt so full even after a small sized meal. So I've came out with my own solution. Pop an Actal,put some Minyak Mestika on my tummy,give my tummy a warm cuddle with the bengkung and lie down. Soon enough I will be burping like a cow but I haven't heard any of the cows burped. And oh expect some farts too. Teehee.I'm blushing already. There goes my biggest secret. Ni dah kira potong markah dalam aspek pembinian. Tapi mungkin akan naik markah dalam aspek mak mertua-an sebab independent dan arif menggunakan kaedah tradisional dalam kata lain tak menghabiskan duit anak die demam sikit kena pergi Gleneagles wtf. To all the doctors to-be please give your opinion on what should I do to get over this problem.


Now let me feed with you some facts. Did you know that every six seconds a child dies because of hunger. How many children died in a year? You do the math. Mak tak kuasa. Ha ni tgh type ni pun dah ade budak meninggal kat Ethiopia tu. Sedih kan. Tak sedih kau bukan human.


Budak ni kalau ikut perkiraan mesti dah arwah. Pity him. He looks like he never had a proper meal. Tak rasa bersalah ke makan banyak-banyak tapi orang lain tak cukup makan? What about this boy? You can almost see the in-five-minute-dinner-will-be-ready-smile on the vulture's face. This picture won a Pulitzer award but I read somewhere that the photographer took his own life because of guilt after winning the award. Cue:nangis sekarang!


And it makes me think it's ok to punch this kids though technically they are not at fault. Adam and Sarah jangan jadi macam ni ok. Alolo cute kau pegang remote.



Ni lagi lah extra irritating. Large set tu bro. Ni pun mungkin dah mati. Heart failure or hypertension perhaps. Dead body in a expensive casket with a velvet lining. Beautiful words on the eulogy 'James was a child with a gold heart. He lighten up the life of many people'. Yes gold heart it is. Golden from all the greases and the fats. And I'm sure all the hotdog vendors and Mc Donalds which he had lighten up their lives will be mourning.

So what can you do? Click here.Answer the questions and 10 grains of rice for each correct answer will be donated to the needy. Yeah I know 10 grains of rice are nothing. Lekat celah gigi orang kata. But if you and you and you answer at least 10 correct answer per day,believe me every grains of that rice will helps someone to keep living. It's a win-win situation. They get their rice and you gain knowledge. Hooray! The world is not so cruel after all=)



Please please please. I'm begging you guys. Help them. We have nothing to lose. What if it happens to your family?

DAH PERGI MAIN SEKARANG. CLICK HERE NOW!!!

ps:makan lempeng berkeping-keping,lepas makan sila pumping.
pps:i malas nak pergi class lah sekarang. sokongan moral sikit boleh?

'supermodelme' failed attempt

meletop tak mak pose ni nyah?clipart.com

I wore my new wedges today.Clap clap.Ok gila bimbo nak bangga pakai wedges baru.But that's not what I'm trying to say.My feet hurt.Pity them.Have to support my whale-ish body the WHOLE day.I'm more to flip flops and flats and the wedges must gave quite a shock to my kaki halus mulus.Blergh.I normally wear wedges or high heels for special occasions like make gulai or graduation or dinners which I don't have to walk so much.Pergi makan makan makan balik end of story.But this morning I was in my melawa mood but all my effort goes swwoosh down the drain as I ended up queuing for almost two hours with my somekind of wobbly feet and people pushing me from all sides.Mak taw lah mak glemer nyah.Jangan lah tolak.Ok alasan konon hot.Padahal sebab pendek orang main tolak je.Pfft.Mental note:jangan pakai heels or wedges bile register.Tapi semangat kental nak jugak pergi pyramid.Gila tak sedar diri.Spent a few good hours walking there.But have to maintain the supermodel struts or I would look like hantu Mona Fendy tengah tarik besi bunyi streeet streeet.And for my case it's tarik wedges.Phew.So much hardwork in a day.



So now I'm on my bed.Cursing the inventor of high heels,wedges whatnots.Dreaming for a hot hunk to massage my feet.Which is unlikely to happen.But the Imelda Marcos in me will still keep me buying high heels and wedges which in the end will 'bites' me.Ouch.Damn you !@$%&^*!!!

AND WHY DO YOU STILL THINK HIGH HEELS ARE ATTRACTIVE??

ps:back to school people!!!

mati itu pasti

It feels weird when my FB's sidebar thingy showed 'Mohd Hanafi Mohamed says hello'.No,it's kind of spooky.

If could turn back time, I want to say to you how much aku treasure our friendship. Tapi aku tak leh Pi. And somehow deep down ade jugak aku regret tak reply msg or rase serabut bila mu call. But now sometimes I cried alone coz I missed you. Aku simpan msgs mu. Biarlah common msg 'cute' which I think I'm not the only one hok dapat pon. At least it reminds me of you and it is something that I can hold on to. Aku rindu gak boleh aku tenung msg tu.



Banyak benda kita plan tapi tak buat kan Pi. Nak jadi jiran, nak makan sushi, nak beli oblong. Tapi takpelah. HE loves you more. Untung mu Pi gi dulu. Kurang sikit dosa. Aku ni duk sini duk tambah dosa jah. Aku pindah dah loni to section 7. Just the way we planned. Neighbour aku tak best Pi. Ngepek sokmo. Kalau mu neighbour aku kan best. Boleh main ketuk tin. Boleh main masak-masak. Aku ingat time aku lapar je aku cari mu mintak tolong beli makanan. Tapi each and everytime mesti mu duk lain. Tapi mu tak biar aku gitu je kan. Mesti after that call aku tanya makan dah ke tak. Now aku tak de kawan macam mu Pi. Kalau aku msg Deli kate aku lapar pon 4 hari after that baru die reply.




Tapi Pi after mu gi baru aku macam appreciate orang sikit. Sikit je lah. Tak banyak. Tapi it helps me a lot. Mu taw kan aku ego. But right now aku try ngaju kejap je. Aku takut aku duk ngaju tak reply msg tak angkat call orang aku ngaju tu tinggal aku forever gano? Thanks Pi. Mu buat aku sedar tu. Aku nak oyak gapo pon aku beringat. Tapi sokmo jugak terlepas. Tapi aku nasib baik lagi .Sempat jugak mintak maaf. I don't want to die after saying bad things about someone and I don't want the person whom aku 'ngato' die with my words on their minds. Loni gapo-gapo aku kasar aku mintak maaf selalu Pi. Kalau tak aku tak sedar.



I hope you are doing fine down there Napi. Aku taw ramai orang doa ko mu. I tried to visit you but neither Deli nor Pa knows where you are. Nanti next time aku gi deh kalau panjang umur. InsyaAllah. I miss you Napi. Rindu.....

MOHD HANAFI MOHAMED 1989-2009

AL-FATIHAH

ps:please do come into my dreams.I don't mind.
pps:abu raihan,are you mad at me?

MEMANG takkan melayu hilang di dunia

1)Bukak Google Image.

2)Search 'Melayu'.

3)Tengok search result.



Di mana Jalur Gemilang?Di mana Dataran Merdeka?Di mana Tun Mahathir.Saya memang berbangga tak terhingga menjadi Melayu.Anda bagaimana?

















ps:nasib baik saya Scottish.*coughs*
pps:Happy New Year everyone.