All that glitters not gold.

Me and Ahmad were dumbstrucked one evening when we were in KB.

"Ni Ubai nok gi mane nih?"
"Gi KB."
"Bakponyo?"
"Syah nok beli barang kemah."

Uh-oh.

Notice the word "nok"? Means, it is the girl who demanded the jewellery, not the parents or, in this case the father, who wanted to give her as a present. And the girl is only 14 years old for god sake.

All I could do at that time was, blink blink my eyes and zipped my lip.

When we were her age, me and my brothers never demanded such luxury. We wore the same baju, beg and kasut to school as long as it's wearable, or should I say four to five years?

My mother even begged me to buy new shoes, because holes are everywhere. But I refused until my second brother, who had started working, bought me one. Perhaps he noticed my old shoes under the tangga when he's home for raya. Yes Syaol, the old-rumah-kayu tangga you and Leila went ga-ga about :P

We wouldn't mind if other people gave us money or gifts, but not demanding money or things from our father. We just couldn't do it. He tried so much to give us as comfortable life as he could, and demanding from him seemed ungrateful thing to do.

As for Ahmad's siblings, my-my, hearing their demand alone can make Ahmad go bald. Nasib baik memang dah botak hehehe.

Kasut baru lah, baju baru lah, walkman lah, motor lah, esok lusa mintak kereta pulak :shake head:

Yang ada pun masih elok lagi. "Dah tak muat," the mother justified. Hookaaayy.

Can't totally blame the kids though. They never had hard life, and pampered.

Later that evening, I overheard my SIL and MIL teaching the girl how to pujuk the father to top up more money so that she could have better jewellery than what she's eyeing. Another uh-oh, and I quickly dashed from the conversation place.

I couldn't go and tell my MIL not to pamper her child, could I? I badly needed to maintain my good DIL reputation :grin:

But I knew Ahmad was boiling inside. He wanted to protest so much, that he scolded the girl later that night when nobody's around except me by saying,"Buat apa nak pakai barang kemas. Kak Tini tak penah ada barang kemas pun. Dah nikah baru ada."

Heh, kenapa libatkan aku lak?

Note: Ahmad tried to be hard to his siblings before because he couldn't stand them behaving like that and so that they won't get too pampered, but his mum labeled him as "zalim", cruel. Now you get the idea eh?

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Err, this is unhealthy development.

My son is showing interest to music. Rock music to be exact. Everytime he hears the sound of guitar and drum, he starts to dance. He taps his feet on the floor like carnibals doing the hungga-hungga, shakes his head headbanging-like, claps his hands and giggles away.

I've never seen him as happy as that at other times. He has the broadest smile ever while dancing, and the merriest giggle.

:hands on my forehead:

Mat tak-berapa-nak Tabligh, could you please loose those fingers from the keyboard and start reciting Qoran? Your son is getting the influence from my TV, and I still have this important Korean movies to watch :stern face:

:turn my back and continue tv-ing:

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The hardest thing about your job
is getting started.

My boss had been bugging me for the proposal paper since Thursday. She will be on leave for nearly two weeks starting today, so she would want to read through our proposals during her 'laze' days.

Eversince Thursday, I had been lazing around. The proposal paper seemed too hard to write. Reading other people's blog and writing mine seems easier teehee.

We were supposed to submit our proposals by Friday, but me being the black sheep, managed to hasut the other girls to submit theirs (each of us has a proposal to submit) after the deadline, so that I won't look incompetent :evil:

But this lazing around thing should stop. I tell myself that I have to get my work done. If not, it will haunt me like, forever.

Thank Allah, at 4 this evening, the words started coming to my brain. I opened Word and started writing my proposal. And guess what? After one and a half hour later, the proposal paper was finished. The idea just kept on flowing... like water in the river.

Perhaps I should tell my boss that, me writing a proposal is like blogging. When the ideas come, they come. If they're not, there's no way I could get my proposal done.

Now that my mind is clear of burden, the tanduk, not one but two, can emerge under the tudung woohoo!

Psst Lynn, the movie date on Wednesday, still on eh?

:wajah yang riak dan takabbur:

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Jangan tanya pasal Hazman,
nanti tinimon bertukar rasaksahijaumon.

Argh!

Tensionnya sampai ke hari ni. Cam sia-sia buat nota mental. Cam sia-sia bangun awal & tunggu depan tv.

Rumah mak di Benut rupa-rupanya tak dapat siaran NTV7. Kesian aku tak dapat tengok Hazman yang comel huwaaaaa!

Siapa yang tengok Superyoyo Grand Final, care to tell who's the champion?

Sudah la tu, malam Krismas tak dapat tengok Andrew sebab mak sibuk nak tengok Cik Mala di TV3.

Ggrr.

Nota mental lagi: Marah F sebab buat wedding pada waktu yang tak sesuai (bagi aku).

xoxoxo

Jingle all the way!

These two are my current favourite teehee.

"T is for Tiger Bar. Huh?"
- Mini Tiger Bar biscuit advert

"Kawan, jom pergi sekolah,
Kawan, jom pakai New Era,
Semua sekolah,
Semua New Era!"
- New Era school uniform advert

Kalau tak reti nak nyanyi, silalah tengok tv selalu.

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For peminat setia blogni
p/s: boleh tukar nick tak? am feeling the pressure already :D

Kesuma Dewi Saloon
Location: Plaza Pantai
How to get there: Ride the Putra Lrt to Kerinchi Station. Plaza Pantai is the building that house the station. As you exit the ticket toll (?), turn left and you'll see a sundry shop. Turn right, walk along the corridor until you find the saloon. The saloon is before Cosway shop. In front of it, is a small stall selling women apparel.

Actually you need to make an appointment, but I don't have the phone number with me. My friend has it, but she's nowhere to be seen. I'll try to get it from her.

But perhaps if the saloon is not very busy, your request for a facial may be entertained. Put your best kesian face as you plead :D

The dermalogica facial is priced at RM95. I recommend this to those who has sensitive skin, because it seems that it is the only facial that doesn't include peeling. It is also good for oily and acne prone skin.

However, the saloon also offers other facial such as Felisa, Reena's, etc. Normal facial is priced at RM45, while treatment facial is priced at RM60, depending on the cosmetics you opt.

If you are not sure of the facial that suit you the most, perhaps the friendly pakai-tudung salesgirl would be able to advise you. Don't worry, she's nice.

If you think that the saloon is out of your reach, you could go to their other branch in Pertama Kompleks.

Or you could also go to any Leonard Drake centers (there's one in MidValley). I was told that Dermalogica is being sold there. In fact, it's their main product.

Hope this info helps.

Disclaimer: Effects may vary. No skin is the same. Don't go chasing me if things won't work out the way you want it to be :D

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Dia pandang aku dengan mukanya yang berkerut hairan.

"Kenapa awak nampak cantik a?"

Ooo... abes selama ni aku tak cantik lah?

"Dah memang cantik, nak buat macam mana."

Dia buat muka tapir, bibir cebir.

"Erm, pregnant kot. Muka saya kan jadi cun skit kalau pregnant."

Muka dia dah gelabah.

"Kalau dah ada dua anak nanti, takleh main game lagi. Jaga budak!"

"ERK!" Gelabah kuasa lapan.

Seronok betul main-mainkan dia pagi tadi. Sebenarnya, Jumaat lepas aku termakan hasutan Jaja & Lynn buat facial. Sudah la tu, bila sampai ke saloon, termakan pula hasutan Akak jurujual, buat facial Dermalogica. Mahalnya ya tuhan, dekat seratus ringgit.

Alhamdulillah, memang berkesan. Keesokan pagi, jerawat batu besar di dahi mengering, kemudian mengelupas sendiri. Bekas-bekas jerawat dah tak berapa kelihatan. Muka aku jadi lebih putih dan berseri.

Nampaknya kesan facial semakin hari semakin baik. Semakin hari semakin nampak cun. Semakin hari dia semakin tertipu. Mueheheheh.

Terima kasih Dermalogica! (Sila baca dengan intonasi iklan Tummi Trim)

Selepas ni, aku nak buat facial dermalogica sekali sebulan. Kalau fulus tak cukup, sekurang-kurangnya sekali dalam dua bulan. Atau, boleh juga gunakan kuasa manipulasi wanita untuk menghasut (ugut sebenarnya) dia keluarkan duit poket untuk bayaran facial.

Tapi, ini semua tak perlu kalau betul-betul mengandung :D Muka otomatik jadi lawa.

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Mental Note: MESTI TONTON!

Channel: ntv7
Date: 26 December 2004, Sunday
Time: 9.30 a.m.
Program: Who Will Win - Superyoyo (Grand Finale)

Bukan sebab nak tengok yoyo, tapi sebab nak tengok Mohd Nazman. Nyehehehe.

Isk isk. Kenapa kau comel sangat? Boleh tak kalau kurangkan skit kecomelan? Rambut tu kalau tak wavy and panjang boleh tak?

Tahun depan amek PMR dek? Belajar elok-elok ye, jangan asyik main yoyo jek.

Ngee comelnya dikau.

p/s: aku tau ramai awek-awek yang datang tengok challenge ni sebab nak skodeng budak ni jek :P
p/s/s: aku hanya mampu drool from tv sambil kepala aku kena ketuk dengan Mat yang-tak-berapa-nak Tabligh.

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Funny how babies do that thing they do.

Ameer will have his legs, arms AND his head on the floor, with his butt high in the air. He looks like he's trying to do the somersault. Geez, I don't know from where he learned that. Perhaps from the older boys in the nursery.

He keeps on blabbering while his finger points to something.

Sometimes he sits properly, with his red car in one hand, and the other hand will flip the pages.

Once in a while, he claps perhaps for saying,"Yay, I'm so clever!"

That's him reading his My First Big Book of Words.

(But why the somersault stance?)

I'm so happy that my son is already interested in reading. I hope that my reading genetic is a lot more powerful than his father's sojournic genetic.

And thanks to Ameer newly-found interest to books, I managed to dig out a secret Ahmad is trying to hide from me. One fine evening, Ameer brought me a booklet for me to read along. So I read.

It says, User Guide for Display Card.

Hookaaayyy, so somebody bought a new graphic card. I gave him my what-are-you-guilty-of glare and asked,"Budak, ni apa ni?". As usual he gave me his tapir look and stupidly giggled. I gave Zaki a don't-you-dare-siding-him glare and asked,"Ni bila Abe Mat beli ni?" Well I know Zaki wouldn't lie. So he told.

Hah, you lier!

Well, actually he didn't lie. He just didn't tell me. Like last time, he didn't tell me when he wanted to buy a RM300+ play station, a RM280 speaker, and lots more. He only told me (and that was through phone, mind you) after the purchase was made and his first word would be,"Budak, don't be angry." Whenever he said this keramat word, I know.

He's afraid I'll disagree if he told me before hand. Off course la I will, why would we want all those things? Oh, its for father and son bonding? Yeah right, Ameer wasn't even born that time.

But, I lied a lot too. Nyehehehe like, telling him that the facial only cost me RM30 when its nearly a hundred. Like, telling him the Baju Kurung Sutera Vietnam is only RM50 when it's actually RM120.

And he believes me without doubt. How he would believe such a fine cloth priced so cheap is beyond me. When it comes to clothes/ handbags / shoes, you could deceive a guy, I think.

Hohohoho I guess we're even.

xoxoxo

This reminds me of my Abah.

Scenario 1
Tini: Waaa, cantiknya jam ni bah?
Abah: Ada orang kasi kat sekolah tadi.
Tini: Ooo.
Mak: Yelah tu ada orang kasi.
Abah buat muka selamba.

Scenario 2
Abah buka bonet kereta.
Tini: Yahooo, durian. Banyaknya!!! (Lompat macam monyet)
Ajis (another Hantu Durian, my rival): Ni abah beli kat mana ni? Banyak betul.
Abah: Ada orang bagi.

Kat dapur, tengah excited buka durian.
Tini: Sapa bagi ni Mak? Baik hati betul bagi banyak macm ni.
Mak: Mana ada orang bagi. Kalau Abah cakap ada orang bagi, tapi tak bagitau sapa bagi, maknanya dia beli la tu.
Tini: Ooo.

I still wonder why. Perhaps my father wouldn't want to tell his kids that he spent money for them because we were poor back then, so that we weren't worried of our financial problems. Or perhaps, it just a father's ego to hide the fact that he didn't mind spending his money for his kids because he loves them so.

I believe it's the latter.

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I,
screwed up. BIG TIME.

Darn.

MIL stayed over the night. With the rest of 'em kids. And my mood couldn't find any better time to swing.

I don't understand me.

Sometimes I just lost interest to say anything, or at least show a smiley face just for the manners. It doesn't have to be any reason. When the mood swing, it swings. Perhaps I'm too tired. And worried about the unfinished proposal paper.

I just gave her a zombie face whenever she talked to me. I gave her my rude I-don't-give-a-damn look when she told me she washed my fridge. I let her question of how to operate the washing machine unanswered.

Argh, what is it with me?

My mom would understand my mood swing, but not her. By now she must've stamped 'bad DIL' on my forehead. Keplek! Dish dish dish!

And last night, she packed the bag and went to another uncle's house. I don't know if it was because of me. And if it was, I'm not surprised. I had myself to be blamed.

START DIGGING YOUR GRAVE, HONEY.

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My late father had a soopah cool memory, people wise. He used to left me wallau wey?! and jaw dropping whenever he said, "oh, i think i knew him/her," then continuing to describe that person and telling me stories.

I remembered telling him one night, about my friendship with Syaol. He then stopped me to ask who her father is. There's no way I could forget Syaol's father name, because it kinda classic hehehe, so I told him. My father raised his eye brows and simply said,"He studied in USM, didn't he?" [Ok, correct me if I'm wrong Syaol because this conversation happened soo long ago and I didn't quite remember which Univ your father went to :D]

WAAAAAAAHHH.

He told me which year Syaol's father was in, who his friends were (one of them was DSAI hehe), how popular he was, and even his nickname back in Univ, which was Bung, if I'm not mistaken.

How S.A.K became Bung is beyond me :P

The other time was when I told him details of Ahmad hehe. Yeah, those cucuk jarum session. He listened until I mentioned now-my-FIL name, and asked,"Did he go to SAS 1965?"

"There were two Alias, one is fair, the other one is not. I believe his father is the fair one."

"He was in Class E with the rest of East Coast students."

and so on, so on.

I tell you, cool or not?

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Al-Budet is RM164.78 richer today. Perhaps if his parents were a lot more responsible, he'll have more than that in his bank account :guilty grin:

Listening to the syilings in the counting machine is like music.

And I ponder, how do I manage the piggy banks when we have like, say, ten kids?

Phew, that must be a headache.

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Battle of The Brothers.

Eversince Wednesday, Ahmad has a rival.

My husband is becoming abnormal. He retires early, and sleeps in the bedroom instead of in front of his pc.

He realises I exist [finally]. He listens to what I said, and responds. He doesn't irritate me with his I-don't-care look. He watches Korean soap drama and VCDs with me. We both laugh at the artist's antics, and having fun.

Am feeling weird about this. It's like, so not him on weekdays' nights.

The reason behind the abnormalities?

Zaki is in d house.

Like Ahmad, Zaki is a games geek. When I was in KB last raya, I found him hooked in front of the PS1 like, forever. I'll go, "Oi, ni nak spm tak baca buku ke?" And SPM is like another day to go. Mind you, Zaki is best student for a boarding school in Kelantan.

So, when Zaki is at our home, it's a battle between them two. But being a good brother, Ahmad gave up his Siti Sojourniah. Well, at least for a couple of hours.

I strongly believe its in their gene. Most of them, even the 30plus and hafidz ones, craze games so much. One of them, the Accountant, as per complained by his wife, spent his nights in the attic playing games. The Hafidz from Cairo, took sweet revenge whenever he's back in Malaysia for holidays. Perhaps, the only one who don't play games, is the eldest daughter.

Erk.

Then I need to protect my sons from this chromosom defects. Help!

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Jamuan Deeparaya

From left: Z, Me, Lynn, and A


From left clockwise: Jaja, Me, A, and Lynn

Sorry, but A is unavailable. She just gave birth to a baby girl :)

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I believe I'm
DOOMED.

"I tell myself, nothing disrupts my life, even on those days."

-Misha Omar

Misha's mantra didn't help. I'm panicking.

For two reasons.

One, those days has yet to come. Am I.... pregnant? :turning green:

Gegegege.

Two, I couldn't find a file full of agreements, documents, receipts of payments, and most important thing of all, the original title for the land for the house in Sungai Buloh. Aiyoh, disaster! How could I be too reckless? I've search the office, the house, the car, but negative. I'm devastated.

Tolong! Help! SOS! Mayday! Comenga!

I wonder how Ahmad could keep his cool. Rasa cam nak ketuk je kepala dia. Geram tengok.

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Tribute to Rosalinda

Rambut dia serabai. Baju tak bergosok. Bila nampak aku, muka dia jadi macam muka budak yang pecahkan pasu kesayangan mak dia dan sorokkan serpihan yang pecah supaya mak tak nampak. Muka bersalah sebab hari tu aku minta info untuk buat pricing, dia lupa nak kasi.

Dia tegur aku, "Hai." Aku tanya,"Kenapa rambut serabai?" Dia gosok rambut dia, "Itulah."

Ina, itu playboy kau. Mungkin hari ini dia bangun lambat. Sebab tu nampak tak terurus.

Atau, dia dah takde alasan nak hensem sebab kau takde?

Haji Bad aku, macam biasa, matanya yang menusuk menggegar jiwa remaja. Nasib baik aku bukan remaja, kalau tak mesti aku tergila-gilakan dia. Macam Ina dulu. Teruja bila playboy lalu di tempat kami.

HOI?!

Sapa pulak Haji Bad? Macam2 la kau nih.. Andrew la, Mr. Costing la, sekarang Haji Bad pulak?

Hehehe.. itu satu lagi santapan mata aku di opis. Bertukar pula kepada dia, sebab sejak balik bercuti raya, aku tak jumpa Mr. Costing yang cute tu lagi. Seperti namanya, Haji Bad memang nampak macam orang yang Islamisasi. Sentiasa kemas dan tenang. Hidungnya mancung seperti Ahmad. Nampak macam skema, tapi kelakar sebenarnya. Dia pernah kata, kepala otak dia rasa nak pecah sebab opis kami terlalu senyap hahahaha.

Mampos aku kalau Ahmad baca ni :P

Takpe, dia kan tau aku ni chaotic mama :D

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This is a sad love story.

Meriam is a princess. Johnson is a mere commoner. On top of that, they're of different religion.

I believe that they were so in love at that point of time, that he went all the way to smuggle his princess out of her country to Los Angeles.

Meriam lost her family and title, but I don't think she cared. She had wanted to get out of her rigid life (as she claimed), and thanks to Johnson she got what she wanted.

Poor Johnson. Because of his antics in the name of love, he lost his career as a marine, and barred from re-enlisting. He then worked as a valet parker, parking cars of hotel and casino guests to put food on the table.

And Meriam? She was tempted of "the city of sin" life, frequented night clubs and casinos every night, and ignored her husband.

Now, they are divorced after five years of marriage. She's the one asking for it.

I think, there's hole in Johnson's heart at this moment. Tulah, lain kali jangan bawak lari anak dara orang. Padan muka :P

I hope that Meriam will be back to the guiding light. Amin.

xoxoxo

"Rambut dah pendek?"
"Ha ah kak, suami saya potongkan pagi raya. Kat Kelantan panas."
"Wah, pandai suami awak potong, cantik! Tak payah pegi kedai."
"Hehehe ha ah."
"Eh, cantiklah baju awak!"
"Hehehe, suami saya yang belikan."
"Berapa ringgit ye ni? Cantik material dia..."
Baju punjabi aku dibelek-belek.
"Tak tahulah kak. Suami saya tak bagitau."
Sengih.
"Ooohh... kira surprise la nih?"
"Taklah kak. Saya merajuk, dia lupa birthday saya."
Masih tersengih.
"So nak pujuk, belikan baju la?"
"Eheh, ha ah kak."
"Bagus la macam tu. Merajuk dapat baju."
Kami ketawa.

Mesranya suasana. Aku rasa keadaan tandas wanita memang begini :P

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In KL, there are many a time when you should be selfish. Like when you're in the lrt, and standing.

I was standing in front of a man reading The Sun. Besides me was a girl. Well, it's a trick to stand in front of the people sitting, because when they'll get up, you'll get their seat hehehe. Like what I had anticipated, the guy got up when we reached the Masjid Jamek station.

When the seat finally vacant, I felt like the time frozen for a while between me and the girl. It's like, OK now it's between you and me, who deserved the seat more?

Both angel and devil played their part in my head. And yup, the devil always win! Don't blame me. Blame the devil. You, bad devil!

Hah! Go to hell to goodie goodie Cinderella, and welcome aboard selfish Tini. This is KL. No need to feel guilty.

Furthermore, her butt couldn't fit.

xoxoxo

Wallau wey! Cun siot meeting room kat Menara Maxis. Dah la mamat-mamat dia, very the impressive gitu. Kalau letak Ina kat tempat aku, gerenti bontot dia tak selesa duduk.

xoxoxo

Only today I managed to open a new account at Bank Islam. Now I am so pleased with myself for the drastic move to change banks.

Actually I had been planning to open up a Bank Islam / Bank Muamalat account for quite a long time. I believe that as a Muslim, it does not hurt if we put our faith and belief to Islamic Banking.

Off course the convensional banks also have their islamic banking, but how true they are at practising the concept is a question mark. How could you ascertain that your money in the same bank (that offers both islamic and convensional banking) is not being used to invest in haram entities, such as gambling and liquor business?

No, you could not.

Perhaps we did not have a choice before. But now, we have Bank Islam, Bank Muamalat and Tabung Haji. And they are as efficient as the popular banks.

To my surprise, Bank Islam has their Internet banking too. And not charging for the facility. Well, at least for now.

Most of their fees are cheaper. For example, you only pay RM1.05 for a banker's cheque, in comparison with BCB RM2.50 and Maybank RM5.

And now that Bank Islam is within my office building, I can pay my utility bills, insurance, deposit my tabung haji saving, pay zakat and whatnot at the counter without a cost! Before, Maybank charged me RM1 for each transaction.

If you want to argue about the time consumption, I tell you, that's not a issue here. The bank is usually empty :D

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