~~~coretan tahapehape 8~~~

Why do I think he is perfect?

Couldn't be more obvious than this....

 ~Minnie, I shall call you Squishy 

and 

you shall be MINE 

and 

you shall be MY Squishy~  

ARASO?!!

...Come on, Squishy Come on, little Squishy Come on, my little Minnie squishy....

aigoo........

Blog 56: Sorry for the long silence everyone!

time: 11.00 am

I have decided to start a new blog where I could put all my creative writings and short stories.. well, it's kinda place for me to channel my inner hidden creativity.. ha ha ha! It's just that I suddenly realized that I have stopped writing for more than 6 years and my creative juices have completely dried up and it has became so bad until I felt my life has lost its spark... hmm, so this is my attempt to capture back all the things that used to make me happy and hopefully, I would be happier, too...  :)

p/s: I'm trying to complete at least 5 stories before I reveal the link to my new blog.. please bear with me since my writing skills are a bit rusty...

Blog 55: intansidek 101 ~twilight zone version~

time: 9.00 pm

10 things yg org x tau pasal aku
(n some of them aku pon baru tau! harharhar!)

1) if i am writing about something yg buat aku emo, i tend to use full english... buktinyeh, tengok my previous blog about me mum.. full english siap ngan selected vocab lagi... ahahahha., aku bace balik pon aku rase pelik.. tapi bukan aku sengaje yek.. aku pon x sedar apasal bile aku emo otak aku jadik terlebey skema n akhirnya menghasilkan blog yg macam nak jawab soalan BI SPM 119...

2) kenkadang bile aku dengar lagu melayu, terutama yg mendayu2 zaman rock kapak dulu, otak aku translatekan lirik tu jadik BI pastu aku hafal lirik tu versi BI... mende ni biasenye jadik ketika aku separa sedar like when i am driving or tengah mamai nak tido.... ade ketikanye jugak tetibe aku nyanyi lagu tu dlm versi BI tanpa kusedari...

3) kalu aku tengah marah giler, vocab carutan aku juga lebih banyak BI dr bahasa melayu. tp tu perkara biasa buat sume org kan? same goes kalu aku nak explain satu mende yg complicated, tetibe jek aku explain dengan panjang lebar dlm full BI , walaupon aku mulekan penerangan aku dalam BM, pastu aku x paham n hangin satu badan kenapa org yg dengar x paham ape yg aku cakap... sebenarnye, aku pon x sedar bile mase aku nye BM bley tukar ke BI pasal mase aku cakap tu otak aku x sedar yg aku tgh cakap 2 bahasa yg berlainan...

4) satu lagi mende klaka yg aku buat dulu mase aku nk SPM.. as u guyz know my BM sucks like hell, so aku blaja BM guna Adibah Amin nyer buku.. alah.. buku rujukan yg blaja BM guna BI tu.. barula aku paham.. kronik kan? name jek melayu.. hempeh btol!

5) bile aku tengah tensen tahap gaban, aku suka beli colouring book winnie the pooh pastu aku kaler sesuka-suki sampai tahap tensen aku berkurangan... tapi sadly the winnie the pooh colouring theraphy dah x jalan dah skarang.. mungkin pasal tahap tensen aku terlalu melampau or mungkin aku kene upgrade ke colouring book laen seperti spongebob, ultraman or kamen rider....

6) bile aku kene berjalan ke satu tempat, biasanya aku akan buat mental calculation brape langkah yg aku akan amek nak sampai ke tempat tuh.. pastu aku akan kira langkah aku (cthnye brape langkah dr keter aku yg aku baru park depan umah ke toilet umah aku).. mende ni banyak membantu aku terutama bile aku x tahan nak gi toilet pasal it distracts my mind kejap dr pikir pasal nk kencing...hahahhahha!

7) hobi aku dari dulu sampai skarang yelah menggaru tempat gigit nyamuk yg bengkak... slalunye mangse2 aku yelah adek2 aku n my parents.. aku suke buat mark X macam tanda rahsia harta karun kat tempat gigit nyamuk tu.. adek2 aku sampai skarang kalau kene gigit nyamuk stil suruh aku buat tanda X tu walaupon ade yg dah ade anak sendirik, betol x ude? hahahah...

8) dulu mase aku sihat, aku boley bace buku citer ngan super cepat... rekod aku yelah aku habiskan buku Harry Potter The Half Blood Prince dalam 1 malam.. time tu aku ade kursus kat Kota Bahru to after abih sesi ptg aku gi KB Mall beli dlm pukul 6 ptg, start baca lepas sesi malam abis dalam pkl 11 mlm n abis bace dlm pukul 4 pagi ngan menggunakan lampu toilet hotel pasal roomate aku dah tido... pastu aku sakit tengkok sepanjang sesi kursus berikutnyeh n mate pon macam nak meletop n terkeluar dr soket...

9) walaupon aku ni debab orangnye jgn terkejut ngan tahap fleksibiliti aku... dari dulu aku mmg boley split pasal aku ni penah buat gimrama (knape? x pecaya.. haiyoo.. aku x tipoolah!) n kalu kat skolah dulu ade jangkauan melunjur... alah, mende yg ko kene bengkok kan badan pastu cikgu PJ kira banyak mane ko boleh bend ur back tuh.. aaa.. akulah juaranyeh... time tu aku rase kalu aku bertanding peringkat olimpik pon musti aku menang.. bile aku dah tua baru aku sedar yg antara sebab2 yg membantu aku dulu yelah kerana kaki aku pendek.. har3! skarang baru aku paham ape perasaan yesung.. hahahahha! sori watie!

10) antara menda yg plg malas aku nk buat yelah kemas handbag aku... ude kate handbag aku macam tong sampah bergerak... pastu dia potpet x berenti.. skali die tertengok handbag yana bile yana dah start keje ni pastu terus x pot pet kat aku dah.. korang raser knape? harharhar! sori yana!! (n trima kasey kerana distractkan ummi nuha dari membebel psl handbagku.. huhuhu)

okies... dats all 4 now... kalu ade mende yg aku ingat, nanti aku update lagi.... hahahha.....

Blog 54: bits n pieces of my past... a tribute to my beautiful Mama on her 56th birthday...

time: 10.00 pm

I was born as the eldest child of six to a struggling young dad who was only 27 and a homemaker mom who was about the same age. Life was tough, especially when Abah decided that he wanted to venture out from his comfort zone of being near to his family as well as Mama's in Johor to secure a better future for his own family. My Mama used to work as a secretary but she stopped working when we moved to Malacca. Abah was promoted to a junior officer post at that time and both of them felt that Abah's salary was enough support us. Everything went well at first but then fate rolled its dice. What we wouldn't know for years to come after that was moving to Malacca had became the starting point on our arduous life journey.

Just like the old saying goes, 'when it rains, it pours' but in our situation, it could very well be called a thunderstorm. Money was tight and my parents had tried everything to make ends meet. We moved quite a lot due to various reasons and Mama's exceptional talent in sewing really came in handy. She was also a very good cook and that also helped us a lot, especially when she did some small catering business. I could still remember vividly how she cooked and sewed until late at night, sometimes till dawn. Since I was the eldest, the image of her back which was always bent on sewing baju kurung or baju kebaya or even preparing curry puffs was forever imprinted in my mind.

However, my parents; bless them, believed in one thing. Education was super important to them. Wait, before anyone could say 'oh well, another too good to be true tale' or claim my story as too Rider Digest-like, I would like to ask all of you personally, how many parents would prioritize their child's tuition classes and was willing to pay the expensive fees and to compensate for that we had to eat fried rice for the whole week or sometimes almost a fortnight. Fried rice, in the true sense of word, which was white rice fried with only long beans, onions and sometimes anchovies.

Many of you would wonder why did I choose to write all this as a tribute to my beloved Mama on her birthday. Truthfully, we just got back from celebrating her birthday and this year, we chose a special Korean restaurant as her birthday treat. The food was superb and the ambiance was fantastic. We were also personally served by an attendee who grilled the beef, seafood n mushroom. Here's a picture of the wonderful delicacy we had just now.

After dinner, we casually asked Mama about the food and this came out from her mouth.

"Mama bersyukur sangat korang semua belajar rajin-rajin, kerja elok dan bagi Mama peluang merasa makan kat tempat macam ni... "

"I am grateful that all of you studied really hard, have good jobs and gave me a chance to eat in a place like this... "

This simple yet meaningful sentence made me all teary because suddenly memories of my past; no, our past flashed in front of my eyes. Us eating plain fried rice everyday, painful memories of my Abah having to sell his car, then his motorcycle and in the end us going to school with Abah using the public bus or perhaps remembering how I had to split RM 1 and gave 30 cents each to Angah and Uda everyday as our recess and lunch money and so on and so forth.

Some sceptics might say, 'ah, so what? Some people don't even have rice to eat' but bear in mind, my parents were not some illiterate, uneducated people. They started as a young couple who did well in school and by right, should earn enough to start their own family and feed their children but sadly, they became one of fate's cruel ironies. Perhaps my story was not at the same par as Cinderella's but I know now for sure that eating all those bland fried rice and always being hungry in school and waking up early and running to catch the public bus with Abah didn't even matter anymore. We'd hit a rough patch but in the end it was Mama's happy smile on her wrinkly face which sealed it all; yup, we did well and we managed to make her proud and that's what really matters!

p/s: mama, along sayang sangat2 kat mama n along harap mama sentiasa sihat dan gembira. terima kasih di atas segala pengorbanan yg mama lakukan pada kami dari dulu hingga sekarang... bukan mama yg patut bersyukur dengan kejayaan kami, kami yg sepatutnya bersyukur kerana mama ngan abah x pernah putus asa menyuruh kami belajar sehingga ke tahap yang paling tinggi... terima kasih kerana percaya yg kami boleh berjaya...