This better work

Life is good.

My bunnies are growing up fat-ly, both of my brothers are home, Raya is tomorrow, I got MARA…..

Yes, you read that right. I finally got MARA. The phone call came last Thursday and the many many forms came on Saturday.

Looking at the forms already gave me a headache

That aside, I’ll get an allowance of USD 700 per month! Woohoo!!

Converting USD 700 to Ringgit Malaysia…that’s around RM 2000++? Of course that includes the rent and living expenses as well but those shouldn’t be expensive right?? It’s India! The cost of living is supposed to be very very low.

If it’s not, well, it should!

Anyways, since I won’t be paying for the fees myself, there’s a slight change of plan. Made, of course, by me. According to the original plan, I have to attend the orientation at MSU from 6-9 October. We’ll be going off to India the very next day. But but but, now that I’ve to arrange the whole MARA thing last minute, especially since it’s near Raya where almost everyone is on holiday, there will be some complications. I won’t be able to complete the forms in time and even if I do, MARA still have to process the whole thing.

So, assuming that I hand the forms in a couple of days late….I’ll be exempted from the orientation…

BWAHAHAHA. Good plan or not???

Stupid la that orientation. Dah la it’ll start on the 6th! It’s still Raya for God’s sake. I know most people are already working/studying by that time but I refused to celebrate Raya less than a week. And what’s the whole point of it anyway? You know, orientation is supposed to be about knowing the places and the system of the course. THAT’S ORIENTATION. Not mingling around, getting to know each other, doing dumb activities. I mean, we’ll all be in IMS for 5 and a half years. Don’t you think we have a lot of time to learn each other’s names? Yeah, that’s what I think as well!! Why couldn’t they do it in India itself? Does this mean we’ll start studying immediately after we got there? That’s so wrong. Don’t they think we’ll need at least a week to adjust to the new environment? Someone ought to tell all this to them you know. Adults so don’t know how to think! Or in this case, run a university.

Not to mention, that 4-day orientation, which according to my source is exactly the same as the one I went through when I first entered that university, costs RM 1500. I can do a lot with that amount of money I tell you.

Ho, that’s a lot of merepak-ing. But, you know, I have to vent my dissatisfaction somewhere.

So so so, I might have at least another week in Miri! I am very happy now

Talking about Raya, mums (not just my mum, but everyone else’s as well) are usually aggresive. This year however, my mum (now this refers to my mum and my mum only) seems to be a lot more aggresive that the previous years.

You know the saying? The more you study, the more you have to study.

Well, in Raya’s case, the more chores you do, the more  chores you have to do.

Wth.

I hate domesticity

I must have gotten off on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

That’s the only explanation I have for doing nothing BUT bark at people ever since I woke up.

Doing nothing is right. I feel so LAZY – you know, lazy-er than any other day, but is that an excuse NOT to help around the house??

You’re damn right it is.

Just because I’m home 24/7, they think I’ve nothing to do is it??

I happen to be very very busy.

And I’ve done more than enough already. You don’t believe me?? Wait wait, I’ll make a list! With a title.

 

Things I’ve done for Raya preparation so far

1. Baked those cakes.

2. Made popia. YES, my house has popia this year!! Usually, what I’d do every year is melantak popia at Fara’s and Rina’s house while battling with Ctah with the jar. It’s a battle of the cakes + biscuits with Ctah again this year!

3. Painted 6 chairs. Ok la, they were 8 chairs and one table. My mum and Kak Us (my maid) did one each and Kak Us did the table as well. Turned out I’m not very good at painting huge flat surfaces. But it was MY project in the first place so the credit goes to me

4. Iron + hang up new curtains in my room + bros’ room and put on the new comforters. Why I have to prepare their room as well is beyond me.

5. Started tidying my room but stopped halfway. I figured there were too much to tidy. Cannot cannot.

 

Before I received any sarcastic remarks, I know those are nothing okay, compared to what others have to do every single day. But usually each year, I wake up on the morning of Raya and iron my baju kurung. That’s it. So compared that with those on the list!!

It is not that I’m lazy. Ok, maybe a little. But mostly, it’s the fact that I HATE DOMESTICITY. I hate doing works which I don’t have to do in the first place. I simply cannot. I might try once or twice but after that I just give up. I can’t even bring myself to try. Why do you think I still suck at cooking/baking? It’s because I don’t want to learn. I hate it. If I have to do housework for the rest of my life, I’ll be suicidal. And I’m not even joking.

On top of that, Raya songs annoyed the hell heaven world galaxy universe out of me. Main la lagu Raya time Raya! Most of them aren’t even nice!! Of course, some are nice. Provided they’re not mendayu-dayu and all. Ish.

I’m already very very exhausted. All this work make me hungry.

This is nothing

Sometimes I feel happy.

Sometimes I feel sad.

Sometimes I don’t know what to write but still kepo-kepo wanna blog

I am now in a mission of retracing my books which I lend to my friends dated as far back as almost 2 years ago. Luckily for my photographic mind invented specifically to remember useless things, I still remember who borrowed which book. Or should I say books.

I don’t mind lending my books la, really. Books are meant to be shared and read. Not doing so would seem like holding the flow of nature. I don’t know how, somehow. I’m just really really sorry that I’ve to ask for them back

So, ehem, in my mission, I went to Wendy’s house on Sunday to retrieve 2 of my books. For someone who gets lost everywhere, her house was suprisingly easy to find and OMG, her parents were really nice! Thank you

That’s 2 books retrieved.

Yesterday, Jo dropped by to send 8 of my books. Yes, eight. I was so glad to see her!! I haven’t seen her since June last year! Or was it July? Oh, who cares. I have to admit, I was kindda scared to meet her all this while because, well, because…I’m not sure. That we’ve both changed? That we wouldn’t get along? Maybe. At least we still keep in touch by messaging rite…but well, meeting her briefly yesterday, I realised just how much I’ve missed her. Of course she’s changed. Who isn’t right? She might be thinner (she is!! All these years convincing her she’s NOT fat seems to pay off), more girlish (school rules indeed Jo) and more fluent in Bahasa Sarawak but well, she’s still Jolene after all.

 

How I’ve missed thy!

 

Zaman kanak-kanak. You can see the date there. Must take new pics Jo!!

 

Got sidetracked. So, 5 of my books are still with Judy. Btw, Terence, your A Walk To Remember is still with me!! And, does anyone happen to have my copies of Daughters of Arabia and Princess by Jean P. Sasson and Angels & Demons by Dan Brown?

Just asking since they’re nowhere to be found and I think someone borrowed them but I don’t remember who. Hmm… photographic-mind-invented-specifically-to-remember-useless-things indeed  *roll eyes*

I guess that’s enough about my books.

Oh, I’m also sorry to those who’ve been complaining I haven’t been online lately (yes, that’s YOU Effa, and Ija) but I’m really too lazy busy. No la, it’s just that I usually go online late at night and nowadays I’ve been sleeping early. I’m usually in bed by 12 am. Sleep early, wake up early. Nice right??

 

Not forgetting, a little preview of my brown grandchildren:

 

 

 

 

They are only 3 days of age. By Raya, they’ll be 10 days old and will be running around the house. Yes, they grow up fast! You can see in the pics they already have fur. Pretty active, they keep jumping around despite being so small

Kek Lapis

In my opinion, Kek Lapis Sarawak is overrated.

They sell only because they’re pretty, not because they taste nice. That’s like a beauty with no brain

Seriously, if I made one, I would display it under a glass box with a “strictly no tasting” sign until it’s all covered with fungus. Over my dead rotten turned petroleum body would I let anyone eat it. Humph.

But that’s just me I guess.

Usually I don’t bother helping my mum bake kek Raya because they don’t interest me. It’s not like I’m ever gonna eat them. But yesterday, the spirit of Kek Lapis Sarawak (ha ha ha) possessed me.

I volunteered to help. This is what my mum asked me to do:

 

                          My first attempt : UGLY

 

You’re freaking kidding me number one.

Not only did I have to layer it, I also had to zig zag it beforehand.

Did I look like I didn’t have anything better to do??

Oh, I didn’t.

 

    My umpteenth time: It got a lot better don’t you think?

 

OMG, I’m totally gifted!!!!

Ha ha ha.

 

Guess what’s its name?

Love is Cinta. I personally requested my mum not to bake any cakes with ridiculous names. Under no condition will I eat kek Mawi. Or kek Rosalinda. Wth.

I hereby declare it as NISA.

Well, I made it right. Why shouldn’t I name it with my name?

 

The second one was peppermint and chocolate cake:

 

 

You’re freaking kidding me number two.

Layer number 1: Green

Layer number 2: Choc

Layer number 3: Cream

 

Everytime a layer was baked, I had to

 

 

press it with the bottom of a glass to deflate the bubbles so the layers wouldn’t fall apart.

Do I look like I care if the cake falls apart?

Uhuh. NO.

If it happened, I would go,

“That’s the beauty of this cake! You could pick which layer you wanna eat. I usually eat the choc one only,” *throws back my head and do a fake laugh*

Wth.

I hereby name it NISA 2.

I don’t understand why my mum has no problem buying biscuits but insist on baking her own cakes. Why make when you can buy?

When I’m all grown up, I’m gonna change this Raya cake system all together. In fact, I won’t even serve cakes. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. I’m gonna serve a big fat lunch (take-away of course) until my guests are so full, they cannot eat cakes!

I’m so brilliant, sometimes I scared myself. Ha ha ha.

So people who are planning to come to my house for Raya, strictly cannot eat the cakes I made!

FOR DISPLAY ONLY.

Siapa makan, jaga. Those cakes took me 5 hours plus!

What’s the point of doing it prettily anyway? You eat, your food goes into your stomach, they get digested. In the end they all come out as one thing right?? Bloody kek lapis inventor.

Then Effa and Lala had to drop by to drag me to do errands laugh at my misery.

Thank you thank you.

 

P.S: I have 6 new family members!!! It was supposed to be 7, but one died…but nevermind! 6 are still good enough. I am now officially a genuine grandmother!! Because the first-time dad, Yuko, is mine. Before this I only tumpang Zatyfaty’s (grey ones) and Hani’s (white ones). Now I have my own brown grandchildren! I am so excited!!!

Husnu Dzon

I learned the word husnu dzon from Sya. It’s arabic and it means bersangka baik. Hmm..what’s bersangka baik in English? Oh well, it’s not like you guys are English rite.

Last night, I discovered that my almost-one-month-old digicam was missing. Gone. Poof.

What’s that gotta do with husnu dzon?

I’ll come to that later, be patient.

So around 1 am, I realised it wasn’t in my room. Did I panicked?  *snort*  Of course I didn’t.

I just woke the whole house up.

According to my Dad and Hani, it was last seen on the table in front of the tv. That was before we left for Gran’s house.

It wasn’t there anymore when I looked for it. Suprise suprise.

I searched high and low. I turned the cushions over, dug in the newspapers and magazines, threw the pillows and comforter on the floor. I even looked inside the fridge – knowing me, I might have accidentally put it there. I searched all over the house, along with my dad even though he needed to wake up early for work the next day.

I suggested to him that maybe we should look for it in the morning. This is what he said:

“We better look for it now.”

I didn’t need any explanation. I knew what he meant.  He didn’t need to add “Or else it’d be missing for good,” for me to understand him.

You see, if that digicam was nowhere to be found, I wouldn’t be suprised. I’ve lost a BUM, a Gucci and a Bonia watches in this house and that’s just my stuff. No wonder I don’t like wearing a watch.

I like to think that someone snuck into the house in the early hours of the day and was stupid enough to take only my watches.

Miraculously, this morning, my digicam was found under my bed and not by me either. How it got there was beyond me because I didn’t remember bringing it in.

But maybe I did, and I just forgot. I am known to be careless with my things.

Even if someone did take it, well, isn’t it better to thank that person for returning it rather than blaming he/she for taking it?

It’s not that I’m being naive. Well, maybe a little.

Now I’m husnu dzon-ing.

Don’t break it.

sya THE fiqah

I dedicate this post to one of my best-est friends, Syafiqah Bt. Sulaiman. IC number: ______________

This is going to be a long post. You have been warned.

This is sya THE fiqah

PRIMARY SCHOOL

I first met Sya , er, somewhere during primary school I’m sure. We were so little back then, how should I remember. We were in different classes from Primary 1 to Primary 6. During that time, people in different cliques RARELY talked to each other. We sticked to our classmates like UHU glue. So it’s no suprise really that I didn’t know her probably until we’re in….. Primary 5?

We had a lot in common I guess. We were both in badminton club. We were both school athletes. We attended the same tuitions. We were both prefects. We were among the 6 students who got straight As. Only that, WE NEVER TALKED TO EACH OTHER. To me, and to everyone I’m sure, Syafiqah was this goody two shoes- a brilliant one on top of it. She was the top student. I still remember during our Primary 6 prize-giving ceremony; she practically circled the stage non-stop because she was the best student in almost every subject. She got on stage to receive her prize, got down and only had time to place it on her chair before going up again.

SECONDARY SCHOOL

We went our separate ways, not that it mattered to me at that time. She went to a boarding school in Negeri Sembilan (SMAPL) and I went to Kolej. After “the incident” occured, rumours were going wild. We, Sk-Agamarians turned Kolejians expected her to enrol in Kolej but she didn’t. She enrolled in SMK Luak instead.

I didn’t hear anything about her for the next two years.

After PMR, came the holiday. mIRC was still popular back then. For some reason, we weren’t too keen on using MSN or Yahoo. Wth. In IRC, they have these channels for us to chat at. That was where I met Sya again. Our conversation hit off because I (dengan tak tahu malunya) asked her about “the incident”. I’ve heard too many rumours so I wanted to know the real story. We were practically strangers and it was a private matter, but she humoured me. He he he.

Since we chatted almost every night, we started swapping emails when the holiday ended. We’re now in Form 4. I got to know from my sister, who was BFF with her sister, that she got accepted to Kolej. She wanted it to be a suprise- seemed like her sister spoiled it for her

About 2 weeks after school started, she appeared. It was almost 4 years ago but I still remember the day Sya joined our class, of all classes. When Madam Chai (our class teacher) accompanied her to the class, I was utterly delighted to see her. It’s Syafiqah! It must have shown on my face because Madam Chai knew instantly she was a friend of mine. She even sat behind me! Ok la, behind me on the left…

The first few weeks consisted of introducing her to our classmates and showing her all around Kolej.

Syafiqah mentioned that she was grateful to us for helping her fit in but really, I was grateful to her. Being in Form 4 meant a new class and new classmates and trutfully said, I wasn’t fitting in that well myself. When she came, somehow everything became easier.

In only a few months, she became one of the top students in our class, if not the top.

I don’t remember much about Form 4, maybe because at that time we were still getting to know each other (I hated form 4 anyway. My grades totally sucked).

Form 5 though, was much more interesting. I got a lot more comfortable around her.

We sat next to each other. That was before she moved her desk behind us (for a reason only known to me now). I didn’t know what difference did that make since everytime we talked – which was a lot of times – she would menyampuk from behind. She would suddenly piped in which suprised us because we didn’t even know she was listening in the first place.

Form 5 was the year of SPM. Maybe because of that, we talked 4 times more than we usually would. Madam Jalina even dubbed us as the “usrah” group because we talked so much.

There are too many memories to mention. The school camps we joined. That time when we came early to Physics lab to steal the best table from the other students. Biro IT. The editorial meetings of Lidah Benar 2.0. Managing the school radio every Friday. English ULBS. Kelab Anti-Katikan. Eheh.

She seemed so comfortable in Kolej that I sometimes forgot she had only been there for 2 years.

Credits to Ct for this curi-curi pic

 

Raya 2007

PRE-U

Syafiqah went to Taylor’s and I went to MSU. These two campus weren’t far though. She was in Subang while I was in Shah Alam. That’s next to each other so it wasn’t a problem for us to go back and forth to visit each other.

Kondo Ridzwan. Editing her personal statement until 3 am. The “longkang” place where we ate. Squash court (she actually bought her own squash racket after seeing some people played but gave up after once or twice, lol). Sky-high talk.

MSU 2007

UNIVERSITY

We continue walking on different paths. She’s going to University of Bath, UK majoring in chemical engineering this 20th while I will, insyaAllah, pursue my degree in medicine in IMS, Bangalore, India in the early month of October.

FACTS

• She’s known as Syafiqah, Sya, pekah, caca, pikachu
• She’s the only person I know who took the initiative to keep in touch with our ex-schoolmates consistently
• She’s the most modest, independent and patient person I’ve ever met and I’m not even exaggerating
• She’s the only person whom I could discuss politics and Islamic stuff with
• She’s the best peloya buruk and mangsa buli I’ve ever known even though she doesn’t look like it *bangga Sya*
• She has a great sense of humour. Very the lawak.
• She’s a big supporter of DiGi, Pilot and YM
• She’s one of the people whose advises and opinions I trust completely
• I’ve never seen her got mad. Not even once.

and most importantly,

• She keeps me close to my roots

Konsert Karnival Amal 2008

 

Lunch at Sya’s; chicken rice yum yum

 

Sya’s doa selamat 2008

 

Nostalgic Kolej 2008

 

Knowing that she’s leaving soon leaves me with a feeling of emptiness. I’m gonna miss her

And I quote from her,

‘zouk’ yang aku rasakan, cuma, inilah kehidupan. jikalau suatu masa di depan kelak, kita akan melupakan satu bahagian dari kehidupan yang lampau, biarlah. biarlah masa itu untuk berlalu. bak kata kawanku, itu tandanya we have moved on. bukan sengaja melupakan. cuma, dunia yang kita bakal lihat, mungkin berbeza dari dunia yang pernah kita lihat bersama di suatu ketika. sesungguhnya, sejauh mana kita meninggalkan masa lalu, masa lalu tetap bersama kita. masa lalu yang telah membentuk siapa diri kita. pengangan kita, kepercayaan kita. sebati dalam diri kita, walaupun kelak masa lalu kelihatan asing di mata kita, hanyalah kerana kita jarang menolehnya, bukan kerana kita sengaja melupa.

But of course, my favourite quote would always be,

Orang yang tiada lesen memandu bagaikan orang yang berada di atas kerusi roda. Hanya bergerak jika ditolak ke mana-mana.

Very dramatic but precise

So, Syafiqah Bt Sulaiman, I wish you all the best in your upcoming journey. May you achieve your dreams

Be it 4 or 5 years from now (cuti sik sama! cheeese!!), we’ll meet again

Matriculation

I went to a family event last 2 weeks.

I had a short conversation with this aunty (whom I did not know):

“Are you having your holiday?” she asked me.

“Yes,” Tipu sunat. I wanted to avoid all the questions.

Then she turned towards the person sitting next to her and said- not whispered, not talking in a low voice but said-

“She’s the one who didn’t finish at Labuan matriculation.”

 

Ouch.

Ouch.

Ouch.

 

On the way back, I asked my mum who that particular aunty was. I also told her that I didn’t like that aunty. My mum was perplexed. I explained to her and she said,

“Why do you need to dislike what she’d said? It’s true.”

Her comment bothered me. Of course it’s true. That aunty was only  pointing out the obvious. What hurt me wasn’t that. What hurt me was that someone reminded me of it.

It was a stab at my old wound.

Matriculation was one of the darkest moments in my life and if I could, I do not want to be reminded of it ever again.

If anything, I am ashamed of myself. If anything, I am disappointed in myself.

 

When I told the story to Effa, she said;

“Aie..bukannya kitak keluar dari sia,”

Translation: You didn’t drop out of matriculation.

 

True, I didn’t. I quit matriculation because I got a better offer. Or at least, that’s what everyone thought. What I never told anyone was that that offer came precisely on the day I decided to quit matriculation.

That offer came on the day I skipped my first ever lecture and stayed in my room and cried to sleep instead.

It came on the day when my dad had already decided to pull me out of matriculation despite having to pay RM 1000 of fine and come to Labuan to meet the officers to take me home.

It came on the day I decided to apply to a private college.

It came on the day when I succumbed to my fears. The day when I admitted to myself that I was, like everyone, weak. The day when I felt myself crumbling down, eaten away by despair.

It came exactly at the right time, the right moment.

 

Why couldn’t I stand matriculation when my friends could cope perfectly well?

I had no reason for not coping. If I stayed in block C or D, maybe I could use that as an excuse. Not only were these buildings far from the classes, they often had no water supply. If I stayed at the fourth floor, maybe I could use it as an excuse. It was tiring to climb the stairs in the heat everyday. If I hated my classmates, I could use it as an excuse.

But no. I stayed in block A, where the water supply was never short. My room was on the first floor, near to the toilet. It was also next to the building that held the classes. Next to the cafeteria.  While every room consisted of 4 students, mine only consisted of 2; me and a chinese girl and we got along really well. She once walked all the way to surau (surau was at the other end of campus, and our block, the other) to send my umbrella because it was raining and she feared I would get wet.

What reasons do I have? What excuses could I come up with?

None.

Despite where I am now, I still couldn’t get rid of these feelings. No matter what I’ve achieved so far, they still couldn’t cancel out that 2-month period.

It was a battle I lost.

Passport, done!

I hate you passport. And I know you secretly hate me too. Otherwise, you wouldn’t give me so much trouble.

I woke up yesterday at precisely 6.47 am.

 

Mission: to finally do my passport.

 

I grudgingly, sleepily, sulkily went with my dad to the immigration office. Parked the car at the opposite parking building, climbed down the stairs of the crossing bridge, crossed the road and went inside the building.

When we were already queueing up,

“I forgot to bring your birth certificate.”

Right. And you know without it, you can’t make a passport.

So we went back home to fetch it and went back there. For the second time. Okay.

Parked the car at the opposite parking building, climbed down the stairs of the crossing bridge, crossed the road and went into the building.

I handed my birth certificate and the process began. The officer asked my dad whether this was the first time I made a passport. He confidently said yes. People, remember this ok? HE SAID YES.

 

Then,

“Are you sure you never made one before?”

“Yes.”

“Then why does it says here you did?”

Eh?

I looked. There written clearly at the back of my birth certificate was:

Dikeluarkan Pasport Malaysia No: …………..pada…………..berlaku……………

I called my dad.

ONLY THEN HE SAID, “Yes, I forgot! You did!”

Eh?

“You have to bring your passport along. Otherwise we wouldn’t be able to issue a new one. We’ll have to report it and then you’ll have to wait for-,”

“A month,” I cut him in. I already knew this from Syafiqah. And I remembered telling her I hoped what almost happened to her wouldn’t happen to me since I was planning to do mine last minute.

Why is this happening to me?????????????????? I don’t have a month! I need it by this weekend!

The truth is, the only reason I dragged my lazy ass from bed early in the morning after months of ignoring my parents’ nagging is because my uni called on Saturday. They were asking for my passport so they could apply for my visa by this week. The glitch? I haven’t made one yet.

So yes, I don’t have one month okay? No passport, no visa. No visa, no India.

When I told this to my dad, he said, “Don’t worry, it’s in the drawer at home.”

So we went back home. For the second time.

 

He opened the drawer and tadaa!!

 

My passport wasn’t there. Nope, it wasn’t stacked along with the others’ passports.

The first thing that crossed my mind wasn’t, “Omg, I’m dead. Bury me on a hill overlooking the beach,” (bunyi cam cliff kat Kolej jak,hehe)

Instead, it was, “How come mine was kept separately? Were they planning to chuck me out???”

I know, I can be so dramatic at times

Anyways, after some time, we found it.

Let me tiru Sya’s way:

Gosh, my signature was nice right?

 

Went back to the immigration office for the third time and finally, finally my passport can be picked up today.

I hate you passport.

 

P.S: To Effa and Syafiqah and my parents, you guys ARE NOT ALLOW TO SAY, “I told you to do it earlier,” or yang sewaktu dengannya. All ended well right, so there’s no need to kerepak2.  Life is all about spontaneity and going with its flow. Otherwise, it’s no fun. Ok?

Elephants

I was watching National Geographic when I realised:

 

 

 

I want an elephant.

No no, scratch that. I want TWO elephants.

 

 

I want one big mama elephant and one small baby elephant.

 

 

I would love to have one papa elephant as well but 3 elephants would be too much.

 

Now which one should I choose?

 

 

 

An Asian elephant or

 

 

an African elephant??

 

They look the same to me and both are good posers!!! Very hard to make a decision. I think I’ll go with the Asian ones because

1. I’m Asian

2. They’re smaller. Very ideal for house compounds.

3. They have THREE toes, African elephants have FOUR. Wth, I thought they have five like us.

 

We can play together everyday and I get to bath them. Then at night they can sleep in the garage next to my rabbits and they could all be friends!! Then they can take me for walks instead of me taking them because they are so big! I can sit on top of the mama elephant while holding an umbrella (Miri very hot) and the baby elephant can walk next to us!

This is the coolest part: I can ask them to stamp on the people I don’t like! OR they could bang those people against buildings by throwing them using their trunks! Bwahaha.

Also, they can guard the house! They’ll be elephant-watchers! We’ll be able to sleep more soundly in our beds knowing that the elephants are guarding our house safely from any harm. 

 

Now what should I call them?

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm…

I’ll just call them mama elephy and baby elephy. Simple!

 

Well. That’s just another fantasy of mine

but if one day, keeping elephants are legal, I want TWO ok. One big one small ok.

 

Cheers.

Ramadhan Al-Mubaraq

 

Woohoo, it’s finally the fasting month!!

Alhamdulillah, Ramadhan has arrived. He he.

What’s with Permatang Pauh and ehem, the ‘kesederhanaan’ of our 51st Independence Day celebration, I say that this is the only thing worth fussing over.

 

I don’t remember when I first started looking forward to the fasting month other than because of Hari Raya.

Yeah well, Hari Raya you get duit raya and 30% of increased possibilities of getting diabetes and obesity, what could be more exciting right?

During the fasting month, not only do you not get to eat and drink, you also can’t be as obnoxious and tactless as always. Not for one day, 30 days sum more!!Can tahan is it??

 

All I can say is, if you viewed Ramadhan literally, not getting to do all the usual things could seem tiring and exhausting. But..if you see it as a month to repent and improve, then Ramadhan is an opportunity and not a liability.

Consider it as a comma in life, where you get to pause and analyse what you have and all you’ve done so far. Not unlike writing, once you’ve written the bits down, you can easily discover what’s missing. Obtaining the “missing” parts is what Ramadhan is all about

 

Since this is my only Ramadhan at home and having nothing to do (seeing that I’m currently seorang pengganggur bertauliah), I don’t have any excuse for not making the most of it. I’ll try harder to work on my personal goals this time, that’s my promise.

Starting from, of course, waking up for Sahur everyday. I stopped doing that ages ago. Yosh, Koko Crunch! He he. Sunat sunat *reminder to self*

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Jika semua harta adalah racun, maka zakatlah penawarnya. Jika seluruh umur adalah dosa, maka taubatlah ubatnya. Jika seluruh hari adalah nista, maka Jumaatlah pensuciannya dan jika seluruh bulan adalah noda, maka Ramadhanlah pemutihnya.

 

Marhaban ya Ramadhan. Selamat mengerjakan ibadah Puasa