CAK!
[1]Sepetang bersama 3 gadis Pakistani di Masjid Sri Petaling.
Gadis A: Sapa nama?
Aku: Fatimah Azzahra.
Gadis A: Darah campur?
Aku: Tak. We're both Malays.
Gadis A: Oh?!
Gadis B: Kerana mata dia sangat cantik.
Adik mereka yang seorang lagi tak kata apa. Ini mesti kes tak berapa fasih berbahasa melayu hehe. Even yang kakak pon translate mixed blood to darah campur. Nasib baik aku berjaya mengontrol ketawa.
Anyway, isi penting post aku hari ini ialah bukan aku yang perasan sorang-sorang. Orang lain pon kata mata Zahra cantik :P
Masa aku report hal kejadian kepada Mat Tabligh, at first dia ingat awek2 pakistan tu tanya aku ke yang mixed blood and mata aku yang lawa, ahem. Sebab dia tak nampak pon mata Zahra tu cun even though dia dah belek2 banyak kali. Mungkin mata aku kot lagi lawa di mata dia, ahem lagi.
Mixed blood ke hapa aku ni kalo dah muka jawa hohohoho.
[2]I truly love the meeting with Ahmad's ITTM friends yesterday.
I dunno why, but I just love it.
Maybe the fact that he's happy makes me happy.
21/11/05 08:33 p.m. - Mama dan Ameer want anything?
Pagi ini baru kutahu punca salah faham berlaku. Salah aku tak charge bateri handphone. Sudah dia sms selepas isya' bertanyakan kehendak / keinginan aku sebab aku memang mengada, selalu nak macam-macam.
Patut la dia puzzled gila aku merajuk hehehehe memang bukan salah dia pon. Mengada sangat nak lemau sapa suruh. Buat sakit badan je :P
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[2]Love you?
Heh. Ada jugak hikmahnya dia kuar tiga hari bertabligh.
Kalau tak, takdenya aku nak dapat dengar 'kata-kata emas' tu. Siap dengan nada syahdu lagi.
Hehehe.
Dan seperti biasa, jawapan aku, Kentut You muehehehe.
Pressured.
The gang wanted to gatecrash my apartment this Sat. Oh no!
What if the mihun goreng tasted weird. What if I accidently spilled sugar instead of salt. What if I ran out of gas while cooking. What if the menu did not complement with each other. What if .....
Maybe I should outsource. So when things go bad, I can put the blame on the caterer.
Hehe.
Or maybe I should write down a checklist like 'the skema' Aini did hehehe.
Oh! I should inform the gang that a Mat Salleh lady will also joining the crowd. Puzzled? Don't.
It will also be my first meeting with her.
Her South African spinal specialist (should I also include rich?) husband, is also a Mat Tabligh. Her husband will also be going out of the house for three days like mine. And her husband wanted her to befriend me for, you know ukhwah islamiah? between the wives of mat tablighs? when the husbands went out for tabligh thingies?
Awkward, I am.
I hope the gang can help me to borak with her hehe. My english broken maaaa. Hohoho. I may write well, but I'm actually not fluent in English.
All in all, I hope everything goes well tommorrow.
he came to the office unshaven, looking pretty miserable. a glance at him made me feel like crying. especially for his saddened eyes.
he busied himself to avoid people from asking. he tried to look 'i'm fine'.
and who has the heart to ask him about the demise of his wife at this sorrowful moment?
but believe me people, there are the insensitive ones.
imagine losing your loved one few days before raya. imagine losing her when she's few months pregnant. imagine losing her without knowing why. (hakikat aside)
yes, life must go on for those who live, but must you ask? he's grieving for god sake.
just. leave. him. alone.
It was a very memorable Raya indeed.
The evening we reached Johore was spent hopping from one shop to another looking for the perfect sofa for the house. The old one is, well very very old. An aunty told my mom to buy new one because as far as she could remember, the sofa had been in the family waaaayyy back when she's anak dara and now she's fifty.
In the end, we chose a maroon and gold sofa that I had been suggesting to my mom at the very first shop we went. After bargaining, we got that for RM3000. Actually I had suggested a better one, but it is too expensive and my mom wouldn't want me to spend that much.
When we got back home, I got rashes all over the body. Oh my god, it's damn itchy! Must have gotten the germs from one of the shops. Ggrr. I spent the night crying in my pink room huhu. (Since I'm the only daughter, mine is the only pink room in the house hehe)
But when I woke up in the morning and saw the new sofa in the living hall (it arrived as I confined myself in the room the night before), I was like, wow! So nice. It really matched with the whole concept of the house. Except for maybe, the old curtain. Nevermind, bonus next year beli curtain pulak.
Looking at the now-has-new-sofa living hall and feeling proud of myself, the itchy rashes seemed to fade away.
Monday. We went to Johore Bahru. Arrived at Long's at 1.00 p.m. but nobody was at home. We found out later that it was schooling day. So, we went to Jaya Jusco, Taman Universiti to shop for Zahra's carseat and some other things. Wanted to buy some pillows to complement the sofa, but unsure if they would match. But we managed to grab one nice tablecloth for the dining table in the living hall. Then we went back to Long's to pray and laze around.
After Asar, we went to my old school to meet my aunty and her family for buka puasa. My aunty is the penolong kanan there, so she get to live in the teacher's quarters. Hmm.. to those srikandis reading my blog, I just want to tell you guys that our school is still as beautiful as ever. Should have taken pictures. Mat Tabligh couldn't say much because his SMACH is so ugly when we went there, and I went eeii buruknya, and my school is sooo nice and all. All he could mumble was, well my school used to be beautiful. Hek eleh.
Anyway, the buka puasa buffet was great! We ate at a restaurant in Bandar Baru Uda, fronting the mosque. Just thinking it back make my mouth waters :slobbering:
Wednesday. Went to Batu Pahat to meet up with the Danilas girls. Fauzah is glowing with maternal beauty, and Mat Tabligh commented that she looks cuter than when she's thin hehe. Fauzian maintain kurus, but I've already enlighten her that chubby is sexier :wink:
Went to The Summit BP to check out the pillows. OK, this was where I sprained my ankle. A day before raya. Whadda?! Not only I failed to find any suitable pillows, sprain ankle somemore. I couldn't walk the whole night. How am I going to Raya? Huhuhu... seeing my agony, Mak put kapur and halia tumbuk on the ankle and bandaged the whole leg. Aiyooo the halia was soo hot and again, I cried in my sleep.
First raya. I limped to walk. Ngee.. but raya still raya hoho. Furthermore I couldn't sit around and watched while Mak busy attending to the guests. They're too many for everyone to handle so I gotta help. Many commented that I look slim :eyebrows: :muka kerek:
Second raya. Time to beraya. Drove back to KL after Isya'.
Third raya. Afternoon flight to KB. Abah fetched us nearly 30 minutes late, mumbling about the bad traffic jam. Yeah, now that all the KLites balik kampung. Tak boleh ke balik kampung lain? Johor tak jam pon hehe.
After Asar we went straight to Perdana Beach resort, PCB for Tok Ayoh's family gathering. The family, well... so huge. I couldn't even remember their faces whatmore their names. The pakciks and makciks are easy, Makcik Nah, Makcik Ma, Pok Su Ne, Pok Ngoh so on so on, but their children until their cucu.. aiyooohh, all I can do was to flash my superficial smile ngeeee.
Fourth raya. Sukaneka, but I stayed in the room. Dengan alasan Adik Zahra and Ameer were still sleeping. Hehe, they were sleeping. But even if they're not, I'll make up other excuses because I'm still sleepy hoho. I joined the crowd at about 11.30 a.m. and Ameer upon seeing the swimming pool, went straight there so Mat Tabligh left me alone to tend to myself ggrr. Again, the superficial smile.
But we won the cabutan bertuah yay!
Fifth raya. Spent the morning visiting Ayoh Hassan and Mok, and Mok Salor. Then we rushed to the airport to catch the 3.00 p.m. flight.
Oh, did I mention that I got diarhea in KB?
Sheesh.
rashes, sprained ankle and diarhea. what better way to celebrate raya eh?
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