Scary Ride.

Yesterday I experienced the scariest train ride I've ever had. Scarier than the one I had in Genting Highland. At least the Genting one eventually give you the fun feeling as you laugh and scream all way through.

But riding the monorail is scary, you have to pray you're not going to die young. You prayed the monorail did not go off track as it swayed left and right, especially at curves. And then you see the river below.... sheesh, I better close my eyes.

But the ride back to office was no longer frightening as my attention was diverted to the handsome mat salleh next to me hehehehe.

Oh, I would like to thank my friends, Aida, Lynn, Ina & Haza, for celebrating my birthday (& Jaja) at Secret Recipe yesterday. I should say that, that is the first time ever that my friends remembered (dah aku cakap hari2 kat blog, apa taknya hehe), wished me early in the morning and celebrated my birthday. Huhu very touching. I love you guys muahss.

As for the hubby, macam biasa laaa tak wish pon, ceh!

Dah tua-tua pon mengada2 nak celebrate birthday hahaha well, we should be young at heart eh?

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Bad Me.

Terserempak dengan Doc on my way to the toilet. Sheesh.... of all people in the office.

Lynn told me that Doc reminds her of Ramli M.S. So, my bad brain was thinking just now, if Siti (the singer) were to work here, that is if she manage to get Pangkat 1 for her SPM, furthers her study and get a degree, and manage to speak in English fluently without the help of a script, she might be having an affair with Doc. Euww.

What a thought.

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Juruteraku Sayang.

Lagi2 cerita pasal birthday aku. Ni nak hint2 kat korang ke? hehe.

Ahmad Al-Kelantani asked me yesterday what I would want for my birthday. I said I don't know. He then said, he will be giving me money or credit card (even better) for me to buy my own birthday present. Very practical, eh?

Well, I don't blame him for being practical yet unromantic, for he is an engineer by qualification and profession. Practicality to engineers is like moisturization to women (if we were to refer to Dove advert - moisturization is SO important, it's like giving your hair a drink of water).

But off course, there are romantic engineer out there.

Romantic or not, my main concern now is what should I buy for myself with HIS money? White gold ring? Designer shoes? A treat to the spa? A little help here, please :D

xoxoxo
kenapa jurutera dipanggil jurutera?

kalau juruterbang, sebab dia menerbangkan kapal terbang.
kalau jurulukis, sebab dia melukis lukisan (apa punya ayat ni haha).
kalau jururawat, sebab dia merawat pesakit.
kalau jurutera? sebab dia men'tera' mesin?

xoxoxo
kenapa nak kawin dengan jurutera?

1. Nak jadi jurutera kenalah pandai, kalau tak, macamana nak paham engineering maths yang susah gila babas. itu belom lagi electromagnetic (bagi yg amek telekomunikasi cam hasben aku yang hensem tu). Apa relevannya pulak tu? Ye la.. kalau kawin dengan orang pandai, mana la tau kita pon jadi tempias2 pandai, insya allah anak pon pandai kuikuikui.

2. Kalau kawin dengan engineer, aku pon jadi glamer. Kalau balik kampong, orang tanya laki hang keje apa, hang kata injinier, gerenti mulut diorang muncung muncung nak sebut oooooo.

3. Kebanyakan engineer ni hensem hensem belaka, hasben aku apatah lagi.

4. Engineer ni banyak duit kuikuikui.

p/s: sebenarnya yang kat atas tu sampingan saja, yang penting ialah CINTA dan........ duit hahahah (nampak tak kat mata aku ada tanda RM?)

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Trima Qasih Tummi Trim!

I heard comments about me looking slimmer nowadays. En. Kamal from Legal division even remarked, "Kurang makan ke?" I took that as a compliment hehe.

When I say slim, doesn't mean Kate Moss slim or Aida/Aini's slim, but me being slimmer than my pre-pregnancy days. I believe my BMI is still exceeding from what I'm supposed to have. I still carrying excess baggage in my butt, hip, stomach, errr... all over the body.

I think I should "blame" my husband for the reduction of size. His high-spirited will to avoid being a fitnah to Islam (since he is the only Muslim in the office) and his pursue to 'rezeki yang halal', make him a dedicated worker. He woke up early in the morning at 5.45 a.m., left home to work at 7.30 a.m., only to come back at around 7.15 p.m. (and then I didn't see him again until 9.30 / 10.00 p.m., sometimes until the morning after if he got case call)

Therefore, I have to go to office on my own (Menara is only 5 minutes driving distance, no way I'm going out at 7.30 a.m. hehe) by public transportation i.e. the putra lrt. Walking to and fro between the station and Menara, helps me lose the weight. At least, that's what I think. (Or did I really eat less? hohoho very unlikely)

In response to that, I made a few resolutions (thank you Lynn for the word haha) to make a better, healthy and confident me:

- use stairs instead of elevator / escalator at the lrt station.
- use the outdoor route to Menara so that I can take advantage of the sloppy road hehe.
- do lots of abdomen exercises.
- eat less fatty food.

err, ayam goreng not fatty right?

xoxoxo

Ahmad Al-Kelantani told me that he will be out for three days this weekend for his tabligh activities. This means he will only be back on Monday. Monday is my birthday.

He then said, since he will not be here on my birthday, his present would be his doa for a place in heaven for me.

I don't know whether to laugh or to cry.

My innerself was saying, how touching (who wouldn't want to go to heaven and being wished upon by her husband is undeniably desirable) and the other womanly naughty self was saying, what an unromantic lad.

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Royal Story.

A colleague in the office was amused yesterday when I told her that the National Front is strong in Johore because they didn't mess much with the Malays and Islamic affairs, many thanks to the Sultan. Yes dear, that very same old controversial Sultan, who during his reign as Agung act unroyally by demanding a ride on a superbike during Hari Merdeka parade.

No wonder my colleague did not believe her ears upon me saying that, since this Sultan is wellknown across the country for his gangterism manner. Despite this, gangster or not, he is a dear in our heart, at least for me, my family and lots of my Johorean friends. I tell you why.

He really did his job very well.

A Sultan in Malaysia is a guardian for the Malays and Islamic affairs, and I should say the Sultan of Johore is very firm when it come the the issue of Malays and Islam. My late father told me that the Sultan did not approve if someone were to sell Malay Reserve Land to the non-malays. Tuanku also didn't fancy the idea of changing the public holiday from Friday to Saturday. (The said person involved was able to sit in his position for one term only)

Interestingly, the Sultan owns a radio station. Yup, that Best 104 belongs to him. I love to listen to this radio compared to the more glamorous radio (mcm Radio Era hehe) because the djs are very chatty, yet very polite and speak in a proper Bahasa Melayu (the famous Linda Onn and Dj Najman of Radio Era hail from this radio station, wonder why they left, must be about the pay & glamour).

The radio station has many Islamic & community programme such as Program Membudayakan Al-Quran (my mom's favorite), Keluarga Sakinah programme and Islamic sermon. And also a special segment for the Sultan, Senandung Malam, for him to listen to his favorite Keroncong at night :lol:

The Sultan is also very close with the Pusat Islam people. My cousin, who works in Pusat Islam and prays next to him every Friday, said that the Sultan respects and befriended them. The Sultan had once patted my cousin's pot belly and said,"Waaa makin membesar ye kita?" and then showed his pot belly too hehe.

All in all, we love you Sultan.

xoxoxo

"Kami dah bagi hang hidup selesa, ada air ada api, negara takdak perang, hang belajaq kat unibersiti, oleh itu hang kenalah bersyukur kat kami. Kami lah yang bagi hang semua benda tu. Hang jangan jadi 'melayu tak kenang budi'."

Geli tali pusat aku bila dengar statement yg sedemikian rupa.

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Female-only.

It was a challenge commuting the lrt this morning. They pushed me in, tossed me aside and squeezed me. I hope I did not accidently touch anybody's *toot* in the process (I was surrounded by man, mind you and the chinese guy facing me had this rather awkward & uncomfortable face)

It might be good if we have a female-only coach. I don't know what the other women feels about being close contact with unfamiliar men, but I am not comfortable with that. Everybody has their individual space, but in the coach full of people going to work in the morning, there's no way you could secure your individual space. Bercampur laki perempuan pulak tu, ish.

When I was in the academic years, I frequently commute between Cyberjaya and Johore to meet my old folks (which is like once in a fortnight hehehe). Everytime I get into the bus, I prayed that the person next to me is not a GUY. Worst, talkative young man who tries to be funny, spreading his leg sebesar2nya, and pretending to sleep on your shoulder. Kalau macam ni, aku tolak je kepala dia, mengada2 betol.

If only the bus operator has a system whereby they can know whether the passenger is a male/female, and we can request to sit next to who.

Girls out there ada tak yang rasa macam yang aku rasa ni?

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All I want is a decent chat, as husband and wife, as parents to Ameer. We are already not seeing each other these days, so is it too much to ask for a normal humanly conversation?

I guess he will forget my coming birthday. As usual. No Aini, no kinky nightdress for me.

xoxoxo

My house is in such a mess. I must admit that's my fault. I am that lazy housewife hehe. Need to make major spring cleaning this weekend. Wish me luck :lol:

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Mothers' Blues.

There are actually a lot of mothers out there having problem breastfeeding their babies. I feel sorry for them, as it is not in their first intention not to breastfeed and substitute to formula instead. They want the best for their babies, and breast milk is by all means, the best.

However, problems do occur during breastfeeding since it is a learning process for both the mother and baby, and it is not as simple as it may seem. Most of them feel guilty about not being able to breastfeed their babies, and I would like to reassure them that, don't worry, it does not make them less a mother.

It is the act of love that's important. A mother's touch is much more comforting than anything else. It is said that a hungry baby can withstand his hunger if being cuddled snugly in his loving mother's arm. Other than that, the rhythm of your heartbeat is a therapy to your baby. Therefore, if you are bottle feeding your baby, it is important to hold him close to your heart. Look into his eye, talk soothingly and smile at him.

It is a wonderful feeling seeing him smiles back at you.

xoxoxo
Phone conversation.

Mak: Jangan perah susu selalu sangat.
Hati Aku: Huh? (I need to pump during office hour to keep the supply)
Mak: Nanti *toot* jatuh.
Aku: Laaa....
Mak: Eh, ada kakak tu *toot* dia jatuh sebab selalu sangat perah. Doktor pon cakap macam tu.
Hati Aku: Bodo piang punya doktor. Tak baby-friendly langsung. Macam mana la nak promote breastfeeding cam gini?
Mak: Doktor tu cakap, benda tu bukannya tulang, tapi tisu. Kalau selalu sangat perah, haaa lanjut la dia. Akak tu pon sampai pakai bra terkeluar-keluar.
Aku: Hehe takdelah, Mak.
Mak: Nanti *toot* kau jatuh...
Aku: Ye ikat kuat2 dengan kain :lol:

Can u imagine, nagging me over sagging breast? She went on implying (jokingly) that the "Kelantan Guy" will eventually find a new wife bla bla bla. I couldn't help but to laugh aloud.

Off course la the breast will sag Mak, but the breast pump is not the culprit. Blame it on the aging process + hormonal changes + being a mother. Realistik la skit kalau umur pon dah meningkat tua. "That thing" won't be as perky as it seems like in your puberty days. Ada-ada je diorang nih hehe.

Should I change the topic to "The Sagging Breast Enigma" :lol:

p/s: please read my disclaimer.

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Lynn resumes blogging.

She is supposed to be otai in this (discovered blog when I was still huuhaa over yahoo messenger) but she left it for quite a funny reason. But when everybody around her blog to kill the boredom in the office, she's like hey..... (and starts feeling very tak aci).

So, Lynn.... happy blogging!

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Gloomy Weekend.

Ada seorang lelaki yang telah menyebabkan hujung minggu aku jadi kacau bilau.

Kucar kacir kepala otak aku dibuatnya. Jiwa tak tenteram. Aku jadi bingung. Rasa nak nangis pon ada, tapi macam bodohla pulak. Tak pasal-pasal hujung minggu aku jadi tak berperisa. Kerana mamat sorang ni.

Puas suami pujuk, pesan minta pertolongan dari Tuhan. Nasib baik dia memahami.

Yang aku tak paham, kenapa mamat yang bergaji lima angka ni nak aniaya aku & meminta2 sesuatu yang kononnya hak dia daripada syarikat. Hak syarikat daripada dia macam mana pula?

xoxoxo

Pagi-pagi lagi, Nik Aziz dah buat lawak. Tersenyum aku mendengar kenyataannya. Bila ditanya berkenaan kemenangan PAS di Senggarang tanpa bertanding, dia berseloroh "Seperti bulan jatuh ke riba, dalam peribahasa Melayu takde seperti dacing jatuh ke riba".

Haha, thank you Nik, you bring back smile to my face :)

Tapi.... masalah aku masih tak selesai.

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Kali Pertama.

Pengalaman kali pertama selalunya manis, adakalanya masam macam cuka, tak kurang juga yang rasa pahit macam hempedu.

Saya masih ingat lagi perasaannya kali pertama ke restoran segera KFC. Abah membawa abang Ali dan saya, berumur 5 tahun ketika itu, ke restoran tersebut dan memesan aiskrim untuk kami.

Aiskrim itu cuma satu scoop, berperisa coklat. Glamernya sebab ada sekeping wafer dan diletakkan dalam mangkuk yang tinggi. Kalau budak2 zaman sekarang, tak heran agaknya dengan aiskrim ni.

Tapi entah kenapa kami berdua sentiasa teringat2 perkara itu. Mungkin aiskrim itu (yang dianggap sungguh glamour at that point of time) & dibawa berjalan2 sudah cukup istimewa bagi kanak2 seperti kami.

Mungkin juga hati kami terusik, kerana abah membawa kami ke situ untuk meraikan dirinya mendapat gaji pertama hasil penulisannya di akhbar. Walaupun saya masih kecil & belum faham tentang kehidupan, saya seperti terasa perasaan "contentment" yang dirasai Abah ketika itu.

Itu pengalaman kali pertama yang paling manis bagi saya.

Kali pertama berjumpa suami? Buat masa ini, tak perlulah saya ceritakan di sini :p

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Kenapa Memblog?

Saya sebetulnya tidak gemar menulis. Apatah lagi untuk menulis diari atau apa2 catatan mengenai kehidupan saya. Pernah juga bercita2, tetapi hanya terjadi untuk dua tiga minggu. Akhirnya buku diari yang harganya mungkin puluhan ringgit menjadi koleksi buku2 cantik yang tak bererti.

Kali ini saya mencuba untuk menulis blog pula. Walau pada mulanya, saya sering tertanya mengapa orang mahu menulis blog di Internet. Mengapa harus kita membenarkan orang lain mengintai sebahagian daripada kehidupan yang sepatutnya menjadi hak peribadi dan privasi kita?

Akhirnya saya mengerti, manusia memerlukan platform untuk bersuara, untuk melepaskan rasa di jiwa, untuk mengucapkan sesuatu yang tak terucap. Sesuai agaknya untuk sang kekasih yang malu2 tetapi mahu, yang lidahnya kelu & hilang kata2 bila bersua. Kalau dibiarkan saja rasa cinta, marah, benci, suka, duka, geram, mandrem & apa saja perasaan yang wujud dalam dunia ni bertongkol dalam jiwa, mau jadi gila agaknya.

Lagi pula, ada yang sekadar menulis untuk simpanan peribadi.

Jadi, hari ini merupakan kali pertama saya menulis di blog saya.

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