Tuesday, October 31, 2006

whoopie!

i went notebook shopping yesterday! with the boy of course. *beams*
sorry for dragging you to town even though you had school today. *big big duhh*

Anyways, i was going bonkers in class because my schedule notebook had only three pages left. THREE! As in no more space in the book to put my stupid schedule and i will be lost forever if my schedule is not in order and i will die a horrible unorganized death!

but yeah. no book = grumpy hana = hana wanted notebook this instant. :D

and i got a nice Sesame Street notebook! *beams afresh*

and now my computer has decided to play hide and go seek with me. i can't upload pictures. BOO.

ok lah. i've wasted enough time trying to blog. will end here.

toodles!



Andie : You can't lose what you never had.

Friday, October 27, 2006

pure madness II

pure madness, part two.. as promised. :D

dread.

I've always known that if i'm too happy, i'll just fall flat on my face.

It first happened when i was in Sec 2, when my form teacher died. We celebrated when she was absent the day before.

It's been happening again and again. Just when i think everything's all happy and dandy.

I was all happy and shit last week, then nenek passed away.





I don't expect this time to be any different.

There's such a thing as too much laughter and happiness. Something always manages to come and take it away. To counter balance it i suppose.

The best part is, this time, i don't even know who to turn to.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

I love Hari Raya!

*beams* I just love Hari Raya. (p.s : Harith the ten year old is the one on the left.)

I feel like making many-many collages.. Haha.. Because there are so many pictures!!!


Customary Hari Raya Mugshots of the Phabulous Phive.


Mum and Dad



We also celebrated Cik Ana's 44th birthday at Boon Lay. :D Sweeet. hehe..



(more madness a-coming, as soon as HUDA uploads the ones she has in her camera.)
(and okay, i cheated. Ammar doesn't look mad. He's just cute. :D CUTENESS PUTNESCAAA)


Haha.. Ok, back-tracking, we also celebrated Cik La-la's birthday! Berjuang sama-sama lah tu kan.. :) I think arwah nenek would have been happy that day. Because i sure haven't seen cik Ana that happy..

And! And! The chocolate cake was damn nice laa. Strawberries yummy. Must have more strawberries. *nod nod* Hehe..





Eh wait. I forgot something...

Friday, October 20, 2006

hello world

It's raining right now.. Hopefully the haze will clear. It's doing stupid things to my body. Ack.

Dad's been home since my grandmother passed away.. He's been mostly quiet.. Sad.. We took him out last night for some shopping, and supper at Boon Keng since he didn't eat much at buka..

It still feels surreal. *shakes head* Like, she could still be at her house, cooking, waiting for us to come by during Hari Raya..

I didn't get to buka with her this Ramadhan.

And i miss her. Already. A lot. Just thinking she won't be tottering away at the stove, or making us eat.. Sigh.

I wish i knew what to say. To ease everything.. anything..

I miss her.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Nenekku Sayang..

This was written by my brother, Hafiz about the events that have happened..
I wanted to share it with you guys..
Thank you for sharing Pi..
And thanks for that hand on my shoulder. It meant the world.

~*~*~*~

The flower petals on the serving tray fluttered in the moving air- each seemingly willing itself to pry free from the confines of its metal prison but each, seemingly unable; stuck to each other under an invisible weight.

Even when the fan turned and unleashed its tempestuous wrath upon the small hill of petals, the most response that they could manage was a small whimper against it all.

For a couple of minutes I stared into this intriguing pile of assorted flower peelings while the low murmurings of other people in the room continued to buzz in my ear. The tension was unnerving.

I looked down again onto the tray of petals. I actually saw the strange 'stranger lady' take out the petals by the bag and ceremonially arranging them and mixing them with other elixirs and ingredients onto the plate. It was a ritual I've never seen or known about before but somehow, I knew I would get very intimate with that tray of petals...

A small commotion in the other room pulled me yet again from my mindless stare. A shout came from the kitchen saying that, "It's ready".

A heartbeat later, another shout came out, this time from the other room, "I need about four or five strong men to help me lift it".

I froze in my 'seat'. I qualified to answer that call but I didn't. My blood just froze at the thought of carrying a lifeless body; my grandmother's lifeless body.

Five men from the handful of men who were there stood up and proceeded into the room. My hesitating excluded me from what happened next. The five men proceeded out of the other room carrying between them a long white thing. It was my grandmother's body; all wrapped in the white cloth that is customary in the Muslim religion. They then brought her to the kitchen where she was to be washed, cleaned, dried and rewrapped again in more ceremonial cloth.

I stared at my handphone while the tension started to build again after the curtains to the kitchen were closed again to give the cleansing some privacy. I wanted to send a message to her, but I didn't really know what to say. I suppose I just wanted to find an excuse to say something to the person that gave me the most strength with her words. And eventually I did. And when she replied, I felt better- recharged.

The next twenty minutes was one of the longest I've ever experienced in the eighteen years of my life. The seconds seemed to crawl by, eating away from inside of me. I needed to do something. I felt restless- forced to wait for something which I knew would hammer me with emotional wave after emotional wave.

The curtains to the kitchen started to withdraw and the strange 'stranger lady' stepped out first and guided the same five men again to the empty spot on the floor directly in front of me. After laying down a long green sheet of plastic and on that, a long cottony bed with a cottony pillow at the end, the five men lowered the body onto the cottony bed and stepped away; giving me a full view of the wrapped body, just a meter away from me. The scent of 'rose water' wafted from the direction of the white packaging. I took a deep breath, deluding myself that I was breathing in the closest thing to the After-world that could ever be possible.

The strange 'stranger lady' sat cross legged near the head of the body and started to unwrap the white cloth in full view from my point of view. My blood froze. Half-way through the procedure, a look crossed the face of the strange 'stranger lady', as if she had forgotten to do something. And true enough, she slowly turned her head towards me and beckoned me to pass her the tray of petals.

Forcing my arm muscles to move, I slowly pushed the tray nearer towards the strange 'stranger lady'. Smiling, she pulled the tray the rest of the way and started to rub her hands in the damp petals on the tray, mixing and massaging the petals like mixing rice; making sure that each petal at least touched a bit of the elixirs that had been added in earlier.

She then continued to unwrap the cloth and as each layer of cloth came off the head of the body, the silence in the room became more and more deafening.

When the final layer came off the face of the body, there was an audible gasp that transcended across the room. As if the fact that they could see the face just snapped them out of their separate delusions and made the surreal reality. The gasp was then followed by a tumultuous chorus of sobbing and sniffing.

Seeing my grandmother's face also had an impact on me. She looked so different, as if her face had changed after her soul left her body. She looked more plastic-like and pale but even through the differences, I could see that she was my grandmother and most importantly, she was at peace. I could literally feel the emotion in the room slamming on me at all angles, beating at me, pressurising my chest and forcing me to cry.

I didn't shed a tear.

The strange 'stranger lady' then started to pinch from the tray of petals and just lightly distributing the petals around the head of my grandmother's body. She then motioned to the people around and asked the closest relation of the deceased to take turns doing as she did.

I then heard a familiar voice saying, "I am the husband." I turned towards the source of the voice and saw my grandfather limping forwards towards his late wife. The anguish that registered on my grandfather's face clearly showed the distraught that he was feeling. He attempted to stifle a sob as he neared my late grandmother, limping from his leg injury. After scattering the petals with a shaky hand, he swallowed another big sob as he bent down to kiss his wife for the very last time.

And a thought flashed through my mind... When you are in a relationship with someone, you can never tell when a hug would be your last hug, when a kiss with your special someone would be your last kiss or when you would hold him or her for the last time. Just imagine if you knew that that kiss/hug/cuddle was your last kiss/hug/cuddle and you can never, EVER have it again. And the tremendous magnitude of the simple act of giving your last kiss just crumpled me under its weight- an emotional slamming.

I didn't shed a tear.

I then saw my aunts and uncles slowly, one by one, starting from the eldest, kneeling down beside the body of my grandmother and scattering the petals like the strange 'stranger lady' did and then kissing my grandmother's body on the forehead. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my father coming when it was his turn. His eyes were puffy and red from crying but he still kept on a strong face as he approached the lifeless body of his own mother.

I've never felt so much emotion for my father before up till that moment in time when I saw his face; the face of a person who had just lost his mother, his parent, his first love. And at that point in time I suddenly wanted to lend all the strength I had left in my heart to that man whom I cannot get along with seventy percent of the time, the man I call my father. And my heart just cried out to him and all I wanted to do was lay a comforting hand on his shoulder.

SLAM. Another emotional wave hit me.

I didn't shed a tear.

All of a sudden, the adult's turns were over and then it was the children's turn to pay their last respects to my late grandmother. And since I was closest, the strange 'stranger lady' beckoned for me to come.

I froze again.

Somehow, my body moved of its own accord and all of a sudden I was kneeling beside the lifeless face of my grandmother and I was scattering the petals around her face. I then bent down and kissed my last kiss to my late grandmother and I then suddenly found myself standing back letting my siblings and other cousins do the same.

The events after that came to me like a blur. After performing special prayers for the deceased, they had the body lifted and brought to the bus that was waiting below their HDB apartment.

Since the bus and my mother's car were filled quickly, I hitched a ride on my uncle's car which promptly headed for the cemetery where my grandmother was to be buried.

I reached the cemetery before the bus carrying the body. And I used the head start to have a good look around a real cemetery. And I found out, astonishingly, that it wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Besides the fact that it was still sun up, the place impressed upon me a sense of peace and serenity. And I thought to myself that this would be a very nice place to just have a stroll in… (Not that I'd do it anytime soon.)

When the bus finally arrived, they laboriously shouldered the heavy looking casket down and marched straight to the burial site which was already waiting ominously. I followed the procession quietly and made my way to the burial site.

By the time I reached the site, I could already see that my father and his two brothers were already in the grave getting ready to receive my grandmother's body and lay it onto the earthen ground. The gravediggers that were mending that section of the grave assisted and reminded my father and his two brothers that they had to lie the body down in such a way that it would not be resting on its back. Instead, it has to be raised and put in such a way that it should lie on its side, so that its face would be facing perpendicular to the vertical walls of the grave and in effect, facing the Ka'bah in Mecca, the direction every Muslim faces when he prays.

My father and my uncles understood perfectly and received the body with loving arms and placed it into its final resting place without much incident. The gravediggers then passed down wooden structures which act like a roof for the body so that it does not get too much pressure from the earth that would be placed on top of it.

After everything was ready, the three men climbed their way out of the grave and let the gravediggers do their job.

Everyone just stared in silence as the grave was filled up and the gravediggers did their jobs efficiently and effectively. When they were done, the 'tombstone' was placed onto the grave and an Ustaz (Muslim minister) came forward to read the final prayers.

While he was reading the prayers, he periodically mentioned my grandmother's full name. And at every mention of her full name, my grandfather's shoulders started to hunch and he involuntarily started to sob.

My sister who was standing just beside me also saw my grandfather trying to control his mourning and started to tear too. My hand came up on her shoulder to comfort her. I could really feel the love that man had for his late wife. It radiated from him like a beacon of such divine passion that it was all I could do from breaking down and crying- another emotional hammer.

I didn't shed a tear.

My father stayed on for a couple of minutes at the grave after everyone had left to go back to my grandfather's house. I saw him kneel down to the grave and just caress the earth as if he was stroking my late grandmother's hair. I saw him mutter a couple of prayers under his breath and when he was finally ready to leave, I left the grave with him, my hand on his shoulder.

Since my father was the last to leave, when I finally reached the house of my grandfather again, the only people in the lift were me and my parents. My mother then looked at me and said as she hugged my father, "He just lost a mother…"

A tear came rolling down my eye.

~*~*~*~

Good night world..

life will go on..

My grandmother passed away this morning at 11.05 am.
I hope you guys can say a prayer for her..

I don't know what else to say.. So i'll just end here with this song.. dedicated to her..

***

Broken skies, heartaches that flowers won't mend
Say goodbye knowing that this is the end
Tender dreams, shadows fall
Love too sweet, to recall
Dry my eyes, Face the dawn
Life will go on
Life will go on

All day long thought that we still had a chance
Letting go, this is the end of romance
Broken heart find your way
Make it through just this day
Face the world on our own
Life will go on, life will go on

There'll be blue skies, every true love
Someday I'll hold you again
They'll be blue skies in a better world, darlin'

Tender dreams, shadows fall
Love too sweet, to recall
Dry my eyes, Face the dawn
Life will go on, life will go on
Broken heart find your way
Make it through just this day
Face the world on your own
Life will go on, life will go on

Chris Issac ~ Life Will Go On..

This has probably been the longest day of my life.
But tomorrow, life will go on.




Kaklong sayang nenek..

Monday, October 16, 2006

Kitty Meets World

Haha.. By Jove! Another addition to the family! (although how long she's staying depends on daddy.. hmm.. but her cuteness factor is overwhelming, not to mention the sound of her voice.)

*clears throat*

World, meet Kecik. The latest addition to the Ab Rahman family.



Mum wants to call her Fifi, but i think Kecik suits her better.. Because she's one-third the size of Jacque, who's the smallest one. Haha.. Shucks, i hope it's a girl. The boy cats are alarmingly bacin in attitude. Hehehe.. Not that i don't love them for it.

Mum "saved" her from.. well, mum's foot. Haha.. She accidentally stepped on Fifi/Kecik last night when the bitty cat was trying to rub her head against mum's feet. Smaaaallll cat. So mum brought her home with the intention of bringing her to the hospital later today.. Mum even told me that the little cat's injured (though she couldn't tell where). And i concluded that she was injured when she refused to stand on her four paws.

So imagine my surprise when the little cat runs around my room meowing like crazy when she smelt the tuna in the can huda just brought in. -_- The little fake. Haha.. But this kind of fakeness is a virtue in my family.. haaha.. we think it rocks. Even right now, she's lying on a nice fluffy pillow refusing to stand. Haha.. Cute little tyke. And we are all under her spell. Even Harith volunteered to bring her to the potty. _-_

Ah well, we'll see what happens.. :D

Have a great day world!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

razzle dazzle

Pictures of My Busy Weekened

Went to JB on Friday with Mum and Huda and Mak Uteh (MU) and 'Aliah to paint MU's staircase railings.. But before that there were a few errands to do at a few banks.. And at JB's EON bank... we saw this. And started giggling like mad.



Mum : Ape tu? (What's that?)
Me : Babi lah. ( Pig lah. )
Huda : Hello.. It's a duck lah. Ape aje...



Turns out she was right... It's a HEEUUUGGEEE duck all decked in what my mum would call 'babi colours'.. And it had lighted eyes!!!!! @_@ i wouldn't want to see it at night. Really.



I think they have the most fundamental names for shops there.. This one says : "Shop Selling Chinese Prayer Items Hiap Seng"



And this one says : "Thye Hoe Tong Selling Medicine and Liquor"



Huda and 'Aliah acting like tourists.. Haha.. With the customary "we're in the car" photo..



And THIS is what i had for buka......... My gad. I can still taste it. Haha.. *tsk tsk.. Posa Hana!* It's BBQ chicken with Mac & Cheese, Garden Pasta Salad and Potato Salad side dishes... And F&N Strawberry...... *drools* Kenny Rogers just rocks lah. And i have a question.

Why isn't the Singapore Kenny Rogers halal???????? HMMMMM???? *throws a chair at them*




This is the difference between Farhan's feet and mine. _-_ I felt like a monster who owns a dwarf foot and a giant foot. It's soooo big laaaahhh!!!



Here i am (mum forced me to pose) in front of my future pelamin!!! Hahahahahhahaha... *rojfl* Wanna see it??



*shinnng!* It's so lawa!!

Me : Wah! Ni pelamin baru kaklong.. (Wah! This is my future pelamin!) *points to the stage in the middle of Jusco*

Mak Uteh : *blinks* So big ah?

Mum : Pengsan Farhan. (Farhan's going to faint.)

Hahahaha.. But reallyy!! It's so prettyy!!! Mak Uteh even pointed out that these pictures are going to help me get the pelamin from them (Jusco Management) when i get married in the future.. Haha.. Just show them the picture and say, "I want this one. And yes, i'm having my wedding here in the middle of Jusco."

And the best part is... You all can eat wherever you want! Hahahhaa... Sitting is absolutely free.. But you all pay for your own food ah. :P



Mak Uteh got me Dark Chocolate truffles!!! from MaCoca... I'm in love with these little things... Gah.. *drools* Dark chocolate with lemon filling. Absolute heaven. And i adore the little printed hearts.. :D:D:D:D




Ok lah.. haha.. Farhan is sleepy and i want to show him this post before he goes, "Zzzzzzz..."

*hugs world* Have a great day everybodeh!!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

the scent of you

Good morning world.. :) I had a goood day yesterday.. Everybody who had a good day too say AYE! *beams*

I had double sociology.. Which was overall two great sessions in one day, meaning :

1) i did not fall asleep.
2) i understood all the jargon he threw at us.
3) i enjoyed myself.

Heh. So after double sociology i met my teacher boyprennn! Wheeeee! *dances around* We- well he, broke fast at Long John Silvers (is it Long John's Silvers or Long John Silver's? I always forget.) and we just yakked and yakked the whole 3 plus hours away. :) Busy busy busy..

Got home and attempted to redo Sri's birthday present (haha.. with luck Sri's not reading this. :P) haha.. yes dear, i know i told you i was gonna study, but well, that's more urgent. Haha.. Because Hazel and Jas's birthdays are today and tmr! *stressed* And i haven't got anything for them. And i'm seeing them both this Saturday! *stressed some more*

Have MM today, and i'm bringing Dash to the cat saloon. Heh. My poor little kitty needs dematting. 'Cause his fur got tangled up and he doesn't shed fur. Gah. Then stress sendiri because he's got tight little balls of fur on his chest. -_- Dash, dash. Nevermind ok? Today we'll get that fixed. Sure become hemsem during Raya. :D

ok lah. Wah.. record. I'll be finished blogging in 5 seconds. and it's 7.37 am only.

5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.

ok bye. :P



p.s : I love you.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

they do it with mirrors

I had a blast yesterday.. *beams* Mum picked me up after school (no psychology! Woot!) and we went to Geylang! Spent about three hours there, then we left for.... IKEA! Haaha... Happy aku. Two favourite places all in one day.

This year i've got something new for the fishyyy tank. For those who came last year during hari raya, it was rabbits in the fishy tank! The year before that was fishy in the fishy tank! Aaahh.. but this year.. :D Secret. Must come and find out. :P

There's Soci at nine and make-up soci at one-thirty. Haha.. Your most truly is so belo, she went for a friday make-up class on THURSDAY. HOW BELO IS THAT? Ah? Ah? -_- And then mati-mati thinks she went for the correct class.

Haha.. I miss my teacher boyfriend... Like, a lot a lot. Don't see him much (that's my story and i'm sticking to it) what with our busy schedules. :) When we actually meet time doesn't just fly.. It goes by like the speed of light. Tahu-tahu dah malam. Nyeh.

Ok lah. 8 already. Need to get ready real fast. Macam flash.

Ok bye.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

duped.

I recently received an email with the subject : Kes Bunuh Diri Di Sun Plaza (Suicide at Sun Plaza)

1) There is NO question of photoshopping this time. You can tell the pictures are authentic albeit gruesome. (I don't even know why i kept scrolling : each picture was worse than the one before)

2) The woman who killed herself splattered her brains. Her head was SPLIT into 2. G-rue-some.

3) I REALLY thought SEMBAWANG SUN PLAZA. Which just shows me how dumb i am. Heh. Should have checked first. Duh.

4) I DID check before writing this entry though.. And as it turns out, it was a real suicide, except it occured in the Sun Plaza in INDONESIA.

5) I am disturbed that i'm even typing this entry. Haha. I suddenly have a memory of Fiza telling me about how she had a conversation with someone over MSN and one of them suddenly asked : If there's a ghost with you in your room (and you're telling your friend about it) , can a ghost read what it is you're typing?

6) Anyway, here's the link to the pictures if you're not squeamish. :D I know some ppl will STILL press the link whether they're squeamish or not. Trust me, squeamish you will be when you hit that button.

***

• On to lighter stuff : i have a class tmr, it's 2.30am. and i wonder why i'm not asleep yet.
• I want a strawberry yogurt.
• I miss You.
• Lots of work to be done tmr. I'm kind of dreading it.
• I like my lime green file.
• And my lime green watch.
• Sprite and Jacq keep fighting nowadays.
• Dash is worrying me.
• Psychology was a blast today.
• My eyes are tired, but i'm not.
• fly me to the moon.

good night world. or whoever's reading this. yes, you. *little wave* good night.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Things you shouldn't say to Hana at a Hari Raya Bazaar, else she'll think you're crazy.

1) Never never NEVER out of the blue, say "TEBU." (sugar cane)

I rounded a corner where this Chinese dude was selling sugar canes, and he suddenly puts himself in my line of vision and said (in a very loud voice) "TEBU!!??" Yes. I couldn't tell if he was offering sugar cane or telling me he was selling sugar cane. In any case, I can see the sugar cane horh uncle. No need to shout k?

2) "Mintak lah orang tu, aku jual ke kau jual?" ("Ask that person lah, I sell or you sell?")

The answer to that, makcik is NEITHER. Both you and your son are not selling your wares. No need to shout at the poor boy who's too shy to order from the hawker. -_- He's what? Four? Aish. Don't liddat can?

3) "Biarlah rahsia.."

Vendor : Lemon lime juice ni sedap tau adik, semua customer mintak recipe kita.. Tapi dia secret recipe.. (The lemon lime juice is very nice, lots of customers ask for the recipe.. But it's a secret recipe..)

Me : Iyer ke? *eyes the green coloured drink* Cik pakai sirap ape? (Oh.. Really? *eyes the green coloured drink* What syrup do you guys put in it?)

Vendor : Ah? Sirap? Uh.. Biarlah rahsia..... *smiles at me* (Hmm? Syrup? Uh.. Let it be a secret...)

Haha... At this point i just look at her expectantly.. and then..

Vendor : Ah.. gurau je adik, kita pakai sirap. Tapi kita taruk lemon. (Ah.. Just kidding, yes, we use syrup.. But we put lemon slices in also..)

Hahahahahaa.. What only. Secret say secret lah... >.>

4) "Dia kene sawan."

Customer : Cik, serunding daging ada tak?

Vendor : Uh.... *looks around her stall* Takde lah hari ni... *beat* Dia kene sawan.

-_-

***

Waiting for Sayang to be online! Wootz! OH OH ! He's here! Panjang bangaaattt umurnya..

Ok bye.. Hehe..

welcome home you

haha... Brian Litrell's song is niceeeee. :D:D

I think talking to customer service people is becoming a norm for me. -_- every month talk to customer service officer. Hahaha..

And the laydee at 7-11 tricked me! I paid my phone bill and she said the line will re-activate BY ITSELF in one working day.

And of course when i tried this morning it didn't work kan. Pfffttt.

So i called Customer Service and the nice girl said she'll activate it in 2 hours.

In fact, she did it below 2 minutes. *applauds nice customer service girl* I gave her a "1" for very good service on the feedback sms.

She also took away my irritating Bye Bye Ring Ring tone. So whoever calls me now won't be traumatised by the weird ringtone you hear. :D

Good, prompt service. I like. ;)

Welcome home you,
I know you by name
How do you do
I shine because of you today
So come and sit down, tell me how you are
I know son, it's good just to see your face...

~Welcome home You, Brian Litrell

Crap. it's 8. ok bye. :D

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

bah.

i really should clean up my room.

it's in such a mess i don't even want to look at it. :S

and my hp is dead today. argh.

not a good start.

Monday, October 02, 2006

So we had a blast at Tok Mak's house last night.. Ahha.. I forgot how fun it was to hang out and... MAKE FUN OF COUSINS! Heheheheee..

There's this verbal disease going around.. I shall call it Statetisitist. Bahaha..

Examples :

Case Of the Pee-pee and the Poo-poo

At this point of time, I was about.. let's see... eight (or seven, or six..) i think. And i remember it so clearly because i was sitting next to her while we were on a trip through Malaysia. The grandparents were talking about the Malaysian states, Perak and Kuching when suddenly little Amirah goes :

Amirah at four (or three, or two..) : Berak? Berak sebelah Kencing?

Berak means uh crap in malay, and kencing is pee. hahaha...

Heh heh heh... (I feel like putting up this really cute baby picture of Amirah.. but kenot lah horh. Later she kill me then how? Kenot blog anymore. Hahaha..)

Case of the Stern Reminder

Haha.. Okay, parents like to remind us that.. let's see.. if you steal, you will go to the Hellfire; if you tell lies, you will go to the Hellfire.. etc etc etc In Malay, Hellfire is pronounced as Neraka.. And a couple of weeks ago, this was heard.

Ammar who is five : Eh, tak boleh bohong tau.. Nanti masuk Melaka. (Eh, cannot tell lies you know, later you will go into Melaka.)



*giggles*

and last but not least :

Case of the Missing State Emblem

This occured just last night. Statetisitist has a way of skipping weeks and months and years. ahahaha.. We were all joking and laughing at the dinner table about my dear brother HARITH who has a crush on a certain girl.. To protect her identity, we shall call her T, or Tijah for short. *laughs*

The brother got embarrassed and tried to change the subject :

Harith : Eh! Sarawak! *points and hugs a tupperware of SERUNDING and begins eating it*

*just. dies. laughing*

and the BEST part of it all was, we were all trying to see whether there was a state emblem or the name Sarawak on the tupperware before we realised he was talking about Serunding. W T H.


before.


belo.

ok ciao. ESAP at 130pm. :D

All my love to the world...

Sunday, October 01, 2006

I'm Zipping Off To KL To Paint Walls!!!

hehe.
Gotcha.

JB only lah.. (I hope you didn't shit in your pants. You know who you are.)

Soooo.. It's 8.48 a.m now.. I'm waiting for the pore pack on my nose to dry, inhaling the sweet aroma of "Japanese" oranges and well, typing this entry. Will be setting off soon come 9 a.m where i will be enroute to Austin Hill?Powers? to paint the house. :D

After that will be breaking fast at.... uh.. Tok Mak's house? I think so. Hmm..

In other news, Sayang the Cat is home safe, with a slight limp. And, yeah.. A chipped tooth. She's kinda sweet once you get to know her. I liked the innocent look she gave me when she pushed the container of colour pencils off my desk. Pure cheek. I like. :D

Dash the Cat is IRRITATING. Why you ask? I punished Sprite the Cat yesterday because he ate something he was not supposed to eat. His punishment : momentary exile in the toilet. I turn away for five mins after putting him in the toilet and Dash the Cat OPENS THE TOILET DOOR FOR HIS FRIEND.

I shouldn't have been so happy when he learnt how to open the toilet door.

And yesterday was SATURDAYYY!! And of course time flew by fast. Boo.

I met Sayang the Farhan at BB (Bukit Bahru) and we set off for Chinatown! And the beads! YAAY YAAY! I got to get stuff for my beads! I haven't even unpacked them yet! Ahem. After that was Bugis for prayers and also to break our fasts. And then we shopped for his sister's birthday present then set for home.

And i got me an Emily HP strap. Gad, i'm obsessed.



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This is what my family ALWAYS has on the first day we break our fast. Lots and lots and lots of food.

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