Mummy doakan agar Amir senantiasa diberkati dan dirahmati Allah, semoga dikurnia kesihatan yang bagus-bagus, kebijaksanaan dan keupayaan seorang pemimpin, dan sentiasa disayangi & menyayangi.
You may not be living with me at the moment, for whatever is being arranged right now, I believe, is the best for you. Mummy will always, always love you. Always.
Happy Birthday, Sayang. And here's to many more years to come, insyaAllah.
Love you much,
Mummy~
3-Nov-2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Of the Blame Game
I can't remember my style of writing in my blog anymore. I haven't peeked through it for occasional house-cleaning, let alone updating it.
I blame the new office. Things can get so unpredictably hectic that spending time even to draft an entry seemed like a guilt-trip, nor attempting work can make the load a lot less. It’s a neither here nor there situation. At times, going to work makes me feel useless – nothing’s achieved total completion. More bureaucracies, more red tapes. Even a slight decision (but a very important and urgent one, nevertheless) needs to go through processes that reading JR Tolkien’s trilogy would seem a breeze. Oh ya, logging-in the blogger page would also make me surf my blogrolls till no end. Hence to abstain myself from such sinful indulgence one must not indulge oneself in things one know one can lose out. Kira macam blog-celibacy jugak lah ni kan.
I blame the new house. I love it so much, that updating blog seems like a blegh activity to do once I’m home.
I blame my in-anonymity (‘sthere a word?). I’ve so many things to let off my chest, and when I do, I get asked, questioned, probed, interrogated and pressed for things I prefer not to dwell into or answer. This is my space, I am what and who I am, yet I’m made to feel guilty of the things I decide to fill this space with. That, made me just bored & tired & frustrated to death. I’m just not free to be me, The Roti Kacang Merah, the alter-ego I’m known for. I used to enjoy readership, but over a period of time I start to feel so rimas. Maaaaaaaaaaaacam la celebrity sangat, karn. But yeah, that gave me a wee bit of insight to the kerimasan of being a celebrity *muntahijo*
I blame the blardy BukuMuka. The trend of what it is today. And how, using my brick-fone (instead of the ‘Berries, iPhones or the likes), accessing FB from just about any corners I am at at that particular mo be it the mamak stall, the car on the way to work or the throne for some gut-cleansing rituals, posting comments and updating status is a hell lot easier, faster and cheaper on FB. My FB status-es warrants a blog of its own and kind -- they are long and ‘historical’ to me, equally recording events like my blog does. So, anybody knows how to automatically update my blog entry everytime I update my FB status, by the way? Tak yah ajar aku tang kalau aku update blog automatic masuk ke FB… tu aku tahu. Aku nak tang kalau aku update FB status, automatic it’ll update my blog entry.
Apa lagi nak blame. Lemme see….
That’s it, I suppose… for the time being that is.
Yes, EVERYTHING else I should be blaming for, but my own kemalasan. And, God I pray that dear husband would not seek my assistance should he decide to register a blog one day since these days dia sangat rajin put up entries on his FB. Aaaaaaaaaaamiiiiiiiiin. haha
Oh ya I am SO GLAD that I'm yet to be addicted to the FB's quizzes, farmstuff, petstuff, barnstuff, restaurant stuff, mafiastuff and all the jadahstuff in there... EXCEPT updating my status and checking out other people. Alhamdulillah, hope it stays that way, la kan.
Good gawd, I actually planned to write the time I accidentally locked Labu in the bedroom for 3 days and 3 nights, but now it’s getting late. Hence tah bila lagi aku akan update. Haha
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Friday, September 04, 2009
Of Ramadhan Moon
Kalaulah dapat aku pinjam barang sekejap dari petala langitNya, akanku masukkan dikau dalam botol untuk ku nikmati kecantikanmu kala dalam dakapan tersayang. 14 Ramadhan 1430H.
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Of Redang: The Journey Home
Strange how it feels like it's still 4.30pm, when it's already 6p (I tell you this Sani Ekspress Executive Coach driver is SO berhemah on the road, we highly recommend you the co.)... where as back on the island, it felt like it was already 5.30pm when it was only 4.30pm.
Welcome home to reality, ey.
Driver said we'd reach KL by 9pm. With 'kesopanan atas jalanraya' like this, I'm not surprised if it'll be at 10+pm instead!
Sian Adi, Labu and Labi.
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Of Redang: The Deep Blue Life
It's only 4.30pm, felt like it should've been 5.30pm.
Depa tak dak PBT ka on the island. Kot aku buleh apply ke. Macam tak nak balik, arr.
Will write more. I hope!
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Of Redang: Arrival @ KT
Man it just feels great to just be out of West Coast. I'm so tired of the fast-pace in West Coast.
In fact, masa dalam bas while dozing off, I took pains trying to decipher the conversations between the driver and his co below, so thick with 'Ganuan accent (and i SO failed in it). To me just the sound of them was lullaby to my ear, lulling me to La La land. We were still not out of KL back then, but they already made me feel like I was about to arrive 'Ganu. Rather blissful feeling I'd say.
(You know, macam budak yang kadang hanya boleh tidur bila dengar suara orang. I dig those babies. The distant voices definitely made you feel secure somewhat.)
Some of you may wonder what happen to the 3 orange-furred boys while we're away? Well, this is our 1st time leaving them all alone at home rather than sending them for boarding. I've cleaned their trays and put the sand quite full, and we managed to get food and water dispenser for them. So we'll see how they fare nanti. If they succeed, then masa away for Raya pun we'll just resort to methods as such. Saves us boarding fees of rm20/cat/day.
Ok, nak cari breakfast. Will periodically update both FB status (which is a lohhh-hot easier) and blog.
Rindukan the furkids di pagi hari. Hope they're well. Kalau boleh call diorang, kan best.
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