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a week has passed. when it comes to raya, time flies. when it comes to fasting, time moves at a snail's pace. some commented on my obsession with raya. when rania asked me to sing to put her to sleep, i sang sharifah aini's selamat hari raya. in the end, she couldnt sleep coz she was joining me.

post-raya and still humming 'satu hari di hari raya'

well, well, well...how was raya everyone? mine was fun though it could be fun'ner'. hubby only got to cuti on d third day of raya but it was still ok. for me, the best time was the raya eve. especially when u hear the 'takbir'. it was so exhilarating. ive started listening to raya songs in the car a week before raya and even rania has her own favourite raya songs. and fyi, i'm a sucker for raya tv programmes, ok. no hbo or axn are allowed during raya. :)

di bulan yg baik ni, feel free to visit my house, ppl.

selamat hari raya to all !!

ive said this many times. cant wait for raya!! to be honest, last year's raya was the best for me. why? we had a theme color; green. ive completed 30 days of fasting and before ramadhan starts, i had to 'ganti pose' for another 30 days coz when i was pregnant with rania, i didnt fast. so, u can say that it took me almost 4 yrs to realise that i HAVE TO replace it no matter what. but that was last year. this year, i dont even have a baju kurung. but mum bought for me a pink baju kurung and though rania has her own mini kebaya, mum still bought for her a pink (takde kaler lain ke?) baju kurung too. isnt my mum nice? fyi, i never hinted in any way...at all.

last monday went to bsc and when i saw a mini (mengada) baju melayu, my heart stopped. 'ada jugak org nak jual baju melayu kenit ni...' and it was difficult to choose coz they have quite a variety of colors. i bought yellow to match it with rania. when u have kids, raya gets a little bit merrier if compared to when i was married but no kids yet. it was like 'hambar'.

been trying to search for bunga api for rania. last year, she had fun coz it was her first time of handling a 'bunga api celebration.' bunga api is legal ok, mercun isnt. she had this scar a day b4 raya last year. it was above her lips. it lasted for about 4 days. and everywhere we went, esp to relatives' hse, ppl tend to ask bout d scar. she refused to admit that it was d cause of playing with bunga api, so she anwered simply. "AIR MILO NI..."

ure not that important...

u know that ure not that important when u asked some ppl out and they declined but the very next day, they make plans with other ppl.

u know ure not that important when u go to some ppl's house only to be served with food that was never to ur liking but the day b4, they served somebody their favourite dish.

u know that ure not that important when u started getting 2nd class treatment from some ppl who finally realised that they have had enuf of doing favours for u.

u know that ure not that important when all of a sudden some ppl brushed off ur opinions juz because their education level is higher than u.

u know ure not that important when out of the blue u need some help, some ppl pretended to be deaf.

pissed

ive given up on this one friend of mine. u wanna know why?
what is so difficult of replying to smses? me and another friend have discussed this b4. are we not that important for her not to reply to my smses? i would be surprised if it is true. sometimes i think that i was the one who's always making effort to sms or call, juz to catch up.
dont give me the 'i'm so bz with my work' bullshit.
everybody have to work too. what's so special about urs? and assuming ure so engrossed with ur work, cant u reply at nite when u get home? ok, u have kids, i have kids too! cant u reply on weekends?
i dont want 2 sound like a pessimist but it takes two ppl to make a friendship works.
go figure.

strolling

sometimes i try to bring my two kids strolling at nite. so, last 2 nites, rania was on her bike and omar was in his stroller. halfway, rania felt a bit tired and expected me to push her bike.
me : kayuhla sendiri, dah besarkan.
rania : penatla...
me : lain kali jalan kaki je, mcmn nak tolak basikal dgn stroller skali ni? hish...

so, again last nite, i suggested to her for a stroll.
me : cepat naik basikal.
rania : semalam naik basikal mummy marah, suruh jln kaki, ni nak suruh naik basikal lagi ke?
me : (quiet for a moment)...ok, jalan kaki la. (susahla budak pandai cakap ni.)

we havent even passed 5 houses when omar cried like crazy that i think some residents did take a peek from their bedroom windows.
rania : hish omar ni...org nak jalan pun tak boleh.
me : hehe...

poor omar, he didnt even know he was discomforting others.

a cry in the dark

after watching a movie last nite, i vow not to spread any rumours, be it true or untrue. a cry in the dark is based upon a true story. a mother of 3 was jailed for 5 yrs because of untrue allegations, which was the result of untrue rumours.

it happened in ayers rock, australia. her 3rd baby, azaria, was eaten by a dingo. they didnt find any body part, all they could find was her clothes. to me, the most painful experience that the mother must have felt was when ppl accused her of murdering her own child, without knowing the fact that she loved children so much. since the family was quite religious (the husband was a pastor), ppl thot azaria needs to be 'sacrificed' in the dessert. apparently, that's the meaning of 'azaria'. imagine facing the negative criticism from all australians for something u didnt even commit. i mean, even if the family wanted to make up stories, they must have had really, really outstanding imagination.

for me, the pain was more on when the mother was jailed and she had to give birth in prison, and she had only one hour to spend with the newborn. i cant picture any worse situation beyond that.

then, after 5 yrs, the govt let her out after finding a crucial evidence that cleared her name.

all sorts of rumours being spreaded out during that time. it was unbelievable.

to qoute some, 'kalau takde angin masakan pokok bergoyang.'

and u know what KJ said?

"MONYET YG GOYANGKAN."

sad to say, but, i may hafta agree with him on this.

'crashed' part deux

ive seen thrice, bebudak melayu tak puasa during this year's ramadhan. first, it was during the first day of fasting when i went to ramadhan bazaar nearby. these 3 perasan cool kids were lighting up cigarettes in front of me and my dad. tak tau malu langsung. geraaaam je tengok tau. i heard someone shouted to them, "oi! kapir ke?"

second, 2 budak rempit kat gombak. we were on our way to my in-laws' place and these 2 kids not wearing helmets, bawak motor terhoyong-hayang, puffing their ciggies.

third, across my mum's place, one malay guy tgh seronok makan nasi dlm lori santan, tak pandang kiri kanan.

apa nak jadi dgn budak2 melayu ni?
buat benda2 tak berfaedah, serah kat dia.

one minister said, stop asking lky to apologise, we have better things to do. that one, i agree.
he said, by expressing our disappointment, it seems to HIM that 'malays never have enuf, chinese have sacrificed enuf, indians dont have anything.'

EXCUSE ME?

letter to pooh

lately, rania has this habit of wanting to send letters to winnie the pooh. so i said, go ahead. i gave her a postcard and though she didnt know how to write properly yet, i asked her to draw. so, after she was done, she put the postcard in our postbox, believing that pooh will receive it later.
told hubby about it and he bought a few papers and envelopes with pooh pictures on it. he wrote a letter to rania, claiming to be pooh, and put the letter in our postbox. u should see rania's expression whe she opened the postbox! she was so happy! when hubby asked what was her reaction, i said it was priceless. u should see it for urself.
so again, she wrote to piglet, pooh's friend, and again...she got a reply.
now she wants to write to tigger...

final goodbye

on saturday, went to my late friend's house to pay last respect. a friend picked me up and we were quiet in the car until we reached the house. as soon as we arrived, the wife welcomed us. we immediately went to the coffin. it was a sight that i dont intend to remember. coz he looked totally different. the enbalming and the make-up ruined the image that i used to remember him by.

later, we gathered around and had a small talk with the wife. ive never met the wife b4 but when i mentioned my name, she said that he talked about me sometimes. a lot of ppl paid their respects and that shows that he was liked and loved by those around him.

rest in peace, mate.

HE WAS A GOOD MAN

i lost a friend today. a very good friend.

4.15pm - ex-colleague called but i didnt pick it up.
5.00pm - he called again telling me the bad news. "Sonny passed away. Accident."

i was shocked! sonny was 48. a father of 3 grown-up kids. and yet, i was closed to him. very closed. he was like a father to me only that he's way too cool. although i left my former office a year ago, he still came and visit me occasionally. we had sushi together 2 months ago.
he's among the trustworthy ones. the last time he came and visit, i joked bout me calling him up in the middle of the night to borrow money. at that time, i was testing him, would he lent me any if i were that desperate? of course he said yes.

and over sushi, we even joked bout dato k and siti. according to him, the older they are, the more gatal they will be. he was referring to malay guys specifically. he said, malay guys will not be so gatal if they were allowed to drink and hang-out at pubs. i disagree but i didnt argue with him coz that's juz the way he is.

his mother is 85 and still alive while he's the youngest in the family. he comes from a family with money. so, i know he's financially secured although he never brags bout it. he's juz the typical 'chinaman' who's always calculative. and he goes around with his old motorbike.

i'm still digesting the news. i'm thinking, of all people, why him? we were so closed!
if i asked him to run errands for me, he would do it, no questions asked.
he did so many things for me. took the income tax form, send it back, delivered cheques to my house when i wasnt around, followed me back to my mum's place to pick up things...
and how could i forget the frequent morning coffee when the market was quiet?

gosh, i miss him. miss him as a friend.

the last communication we had was when i smsed him. i told him that fasting month is juz around the corner and i can still remember the carbonara i had with him last year, also b4 fasting month. he replied that he was bz with friends at the moment and will see me soon.

i regreted not being persuasive enough.

arent we all 'crashed'?

last nite, watched the oscar winner for best picture, 'crash'. i dont think it will come to our shore but u can get a pirated version one. for so long i havent got the chance to feel what i felt yesterday. crash got u thinking, really. it's a racist movie and the movie is all about irony behind every racist person.
so, go watch!

who the hell is this guy?

ok, on sunday, in the cbt pullout, there's this one story about this 'christien new' guy. apparently, he's a tv host. gosh, was he a show-off!
before i elaborate further, i'm in no way feeling intimidated, jealous or whatsoever.
the pic showed him and his wife standing next to their brabus SL500. with the soft top off, ok...
then, in the parking lot, journalist was shown his el grande aaaaannnndddd...wait till u hear this...a black german two-door sports coupe with more than 300hp. till now, me and hubby still trying to figure out what it was.
more to come, brader...his new toy is 360 modena spyder and also, his airtrek turbo is parked somewhere else.
and of course, his custom-made harley is in spore.
he didnt want to mention the german car due to security reason and now everybody knows what other cars he has.
??????

kuih raya

8 days of fasting has passed. another 22 days to go. frankly speaking, i cant wait for raya to come. i cant stand the thirst. me and mum have started a project of our own. that is, buat kuih raya. every year mum would order from my aunt but this time, we decided to make our own. so far, we have baked 'kuih sarang semut' and 'one nice looking kuih but forgot the name'. of course, production is faster with extra help from rania. (menyibuk sebenarnye)

on saturday, we were supposed to go to my aunty's house for break fast. told my mum, 'takyahla. makan rumah kita lagi best.' she worked hard on the best excuse to give. eversince grandma passed away, a few attempts to gather everybody for the sake of 'merapatkan silaturrahim' has gone down the drain. although i'm in no position to interfere, in my opinion, why only now? why not before?
some would say, 'it's never too late'.
and i would say, 'suka hatilah...'