jambangan

I...

love...

...Gerberas!

Thanks to our lovely guests who brought this beautiful bouquet to our flat.

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I had a freaky dream last night. I was chosen to be the first angkasawati! *ROTFL* I swear, at the rocket launching, I was thinking "sape lah yang bodoh sangat pilih aku naik ke bulan ni?" Yes, I love the moon, but picking me as an astronaut? *ROTFL sampai pengsan*

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He came to me when he saw me working in our studio one weekend, he looked concerned and said,


"Eh, tadi Z pinjam motor aku, dia kata nak gi dating kat Perak. Kalau dia gi Perak, kau buat ape kat sini?"

"La.. kalau dia nak gi dating, takkan aku nak ikut"

"Habis tu dia dating dengan siapa? bukan kau ke awek dia?"

"Hishhhhh.. bila masa la aku jadi awek dia, awek dia kat Perak"

"Laaaaa bukan ke?"*tepuk dahi*

That was Sheikh, he had no qualm in lending his big bike to his friends who then own kapcais. (CD, if you're reading this, laki kau pinjam motor dia la pegi bercinta dulu-dulu!) And like others who did not know me well, he thought I was my best buddy's girlfriend.

I did not know Sheikh well, we only exchanged hi and bye and short chats in our Studio 100. I was shocked when a friend informed me, he was that Sheikh who passed away yesterday, he was the astronaut's brother.

Rest in Peace, Sheikh Mustafa. *AlFatihah*.

Condolences to his family.

When the Moon Kisses Town

.moon. syawal.1428.

Move along now, don't look behind
There's nothing to forget, let it lie
Move on now and don't turn around
When the moon kisses town

When the Moon Kisses Town - Fool's Garden

demam

.langit petang. Cashmere.

Finally, after a cold bath, followed with a bag of ice on my head, paracetamols & aspirins, I felt a lot better tonight. Amazingly my appetite was ok, fed myself yesterday's nasi minyak leftovers. Worse colds and fever this time compared to the last time I had flu... luckily after enough dose of analgesics, I managed to pull myself out of bed for some raya do at open houses all around Christchurch on Saturday and in this small rural uni town on Sunday. For yummy food & great company, sakit tak sakit, jalaaaaaannn!!!

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The Springboks won the Webb Ellis Cup again after 12 years. I didn't watch it the whole game, I turned the tv loud enough to be heard from my kitchen while I kacau my beef rendang and tried to remember what Mak put in her special nasi minyak. The next World Cup will be in NZ, but I will not be here anymore. Boleh start booking ticket to NZ from KL in 2011 tak? hehehe

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Ramai yang tanya.. aku marah siapa in the last post. Well.. bukan sesiapa yang ku kenal melalui blog. To cut the story short, aku dah tak marah. Dah tutup buku. Cuma suatu ketika tu aku kecewa lah sangat dengan sikap Dia. Tapi tak payah lah ku ungkit. Akhirnya, di satu majlis lewat minggu lalu, setelah kulihat dengan mata kepala sendiri kehadiran mereka berdua dan aku pasti aku tak rasa sakit apa-apa kat rusuk ke, hati ke, jantung ker, tak der pulak detik jantung aku nak tertinggal satu degupan (skip a beat? boleh gitu? hehehe), aku pasti aku dah tak marah pada Dia... maka kuhulur tangan ini pada si gadis di sebelah (yang dengar ceritanya sangatlah takut nak berjumpa aku, kenapa ya takut? aku ni makan orang agaknya?), kuperkenalkan diri "hi, saya ubi", gadis itu sambut salamku, senyum, angguk-angguk (takde geleng-geleng), sepatah haram pun tak keluar dari mulut dia. Cuma senyum. Hmmm.. tak per lah, terkejut tengok aku agaknya. At least kau tau aku tak makan orang, kan. Gadis itu menepati stereotaip gadis dari negara yang satu itu, lembut, sopan, menurut kata. Aku pasti Dia suka. Kerana dulu asyik Dia yang kena ikut kata aku... ;D

Dan aku sudah bagitahu pada Dia, tak perlu lagi bersembunyi dengan alasan "aku tak mahu menyakiti hatimu, kau akan lebih terluka melihat aku dengannya" (bluwekkkk! ish.. lagi kuat kesan loya bila diterjemah ke bahasa ibunda aku rupanya), pasal aku dah tak de rasa sakit hati kerana Dia... tak der perasaan ok. Sekarang, aku batuk, demam.. memang sakit, tapi bukan kerna Dia.


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Raya & tetamu senja

Eid Prayer at Hagley Park

Salam Raya to everyone. I bet you readers in Malaysia are still feasting on ketupat rendang. Sabar-sabar sikit makan tu ya. My raya was a good two days of meeting friends, eating and lotssssss of eating do. To all friends who jemput me, thanks for all the invitations (and the foods!) and to those who came over to my place, thank you for visiting my humble abode.

To all yang still bercuti.. stay safe on the road, go easy on the food!

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Note: Karangan geram 3 Syawal telah ditarik balik oleh penulis. Hehehe.. well.. after some muhasabah diri (ye lah sangat aku ni bermuhasabah kan...), saya tersedar sesetengah orang kenal watak utama dalam karangan.. maka itu dah masuk kategori mengumpat dengan satu dunia kan.. dan lagi pulak boleh menjatuhkan air muka seorang lelaki. Not that i care pasal air muka dia, tapi nanti nak kena mintak maaf susah lah pulak kan. Karangan semalam di buat pada tahap kegeraman dan kemenyampahan memuncak... when I'm pissed, I can bitch!

Eid Mubarak

Masjid Makmur, Losong. KT.. that's where I wanna be

pack your bags

It's over for the All Blacks...

dan saya sakit hati pasal saya baru sempat tidur sejam, lepas tu bangun balik nak tengok match.. pastu KALAH?!!!

pffffffttttttttt...

Ubi: Don't cry Dani.. big boys don't cry...

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tears of a captain

Teek, this one is for you

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this was T0m Sc0tt's cartoon before they left...


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ON SALE! a disappointed fan's way of coping with loss ;)

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Mike M0reu's stages of grief
(I'm still in a little bit of everything)

the 'break'

To keep up with my yearly 'tradition' of putting food pics during Ramadhan (click one of these * , * , *, *, *, *, * , *, * , * , & * to get to past years saje-sukahati-letak-food-pic posts), here goes some of my recent Ramadhan dish. Nothing much to shout about, not even close to become a drooling factor.

Yesterday's ayam bakar/golek/percik? I donno what to call it.

Sahur 2 days ago, ala kadar.. toasted muffin splits with tuna & gherkins

potluck dish brought to iftar at a friend's place: baked pasta with smoked salmon

does this look familiar??? super malas dish: instant noodles

Vegetarian 'chicken' fried rice (very oily!). Didn't cook this one, I tapau from a vegetarian restaurant. Those meaty looking things are fake chicken bits.


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We are now in the 10 final nites of Ramadhan. As a person yang tak terkira banyak dosa, I may not be the chosen one to be able to find Lailatul Qadar but I always promise myself that I would try my best to make the most of the nites even though my mind kekadang (ok, the exact word is selalu) wanders to 400 different places on earth WHILE doing my terawih and all the solat sunat. Yes, my head is full of my own setan gondol! The malas in me Tuhan saja yang tau but I'm up to try my best & do what I'm supposed to do. Who knows, I may not get to see the next Ramadhan. Dah la bulan-bulan lain tu sibuk kumpul dosa aje kan.

Maka..... when I discovered that I got my 'monthly MC' an hour before iftar today... my flatmates heard a loud "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" from my room. Oh dear 'bestfriend' why do you come so early? Huk huk huk....

No wonder lah emo semacam aje these few days. Hmmppppphhhh.

Rākaunui

Rākaunui, Ramadhan 1428

*Rākaunui: full moon on the fifteenth night (Maori)

self-conversation

I was a bit dizzy after my terawih and decided to take a nap. An hour later I was woken up by my flatmate's voice in the kitchen saying she bought bread for me.

How much issit for the bread?

93 cents... oh by the way, I met XXX just now, I think he lost so much weight.

I didn't ask any further question. Was half awake but in the next minutes my mind started to wander. It has been almost 3 months since I last saw him. Why did he lose so much weight? Ah may be he just wanted to look better, did he? Or is he sick? Is he ok? Is he coping well with life? She's there for him, she'll take care of him, wouldn't she? Oh, his lung problems, I hope it does not get any worse. Oh God, please, not his lungs.
Had so many questions on my mind and gave myself my own answers when finally a rational voice in there spoken;

Why are you so worried about him when he doesn't give a damn about you anymore?
Why do you even care?

Grow up, woman!