good job boys!

let's get this straight.. i'm not a big football fan.. and its not just because i'm a girl because i do know lots of girls who are way more fanatic than boys can be... maybe because i don't really get the point of the whole game...

i mean, i get the kicking the ball from one side to the other, the goaling and basics but i mean i could never understand the craziness and obsession people have about a ball... blame it on the no brothers i guess.. even abah only watches a game or two sometimes (he's more of a badminton and sepak takraw fan)

i think everyone around me knows how not 'sportsy' i am...and i'm using the term very lightly... one of my biggest fears are balls.. literally balls... be it netball, basketball, football, handball.. name any game that has the suffix ball at the end and i'm officially scared.. u must be thinking, wow she must have had a really bad experience with balls... sadly... i don't have any such experience to share.. i'm just scared of them, no reason...

but last night.. last night i did watch the match Malaysia vs Indonesia.. and i have to admit it was spectacular... seeing my country boys beating the Indonesian 3-0...that was just a crazy.. i mean again i have to admit i didn't know that they had it in them... getting beaten in the preliminary rounds 5-1 doesn't give someone like me that much confidence to support the boys...

alas they have proven...the patriotic side in me (which i guess forms a big part of me) was jumping we joy... at each three goals i shouted 'Goal' and 'yes' and 'cantek' just like an avid football fan would... well honestly according to my sister i was actually shouting throughout the whole game... not shouting curses though, rather shouting in fear everytime the ball was near our goalpost...and everytime that Khairul Fahmi (our goalkeeper) did an awesome job of protecting it...

just one thing that actually shook my patriotic streak.. unfortunate to say there was some Malaysian fans that using abah's term 'tak sekolah punya orang'... the incident of lasering Indonesian players... i mean how much more stupid could you get... have you no confidence at all for the boys... at least give our boys a chance to play with pride...not with the help of stupid lasers...gosh... balik sekolah belajar sivik ajelah org macam ni...

i wouldn't say now i'm a convert... but i have fallen in love with the boys (it does help that there are some really handsome and cute ones)... i now 'partly' understand the obsession behind the game... each single goal was worth more than money could buy because that pride and joy that the boys gave us, i can't even put that into words... they've made the country proud... i know its too early to judge.. there's still the second leg in Indonesia and I really hope they do well over there...

i wish they would have worn yellow... brings the Harimau Malaya out more

on a personal note, i've added "a good sportsman or at least can play good football" on my potential husband-to-be list... i mean, reiterating the fact that i'm not a good sportswoman (a totally lame one if u ask me) i think i'll be needing a good one by my side.. if only to teach my kids to play :)

p/s off to holiday.. nak pi utara na...

kurung merah jambu

i'm feeling really proud of myself... see, i've taken up something new! alright, i'm bluffing, i didn't actually take it up rather being 'forced upon' by mama to take up a new thing which is sewing...

yes, you heard me loud and clear...sewing, historically, a must have skill for every young girl and a pre-requisite before meeting your future mother-in-law... an activity that in this current time and age is seeing the furry lights of extinction... but which i took upon as a challenge, to finish my personal own pair of baju kurung...

fortunately, my granny, Mak Semah was around to show me the way... she even shared the story of how during the world war II, when there was no threads (benang) to be used, people those days had to use pineapple leaves that were soaked to make threads... epic....

first step, Mak Semah helping to measure and cut the material


that's me sewing the pieces together


this is called jahit tepi, where we trim the edges off


the hardest part that took me 2 days, 'menikam' tulang belut and 'menyembat'


tada.... the finish product

now i know why tailors charge more than RM35 for a basic baju kurung... it really takes a lot of patience and frustration to get it right...when will i make my next pair..hmmm.. we'll just have to see about that shall we...

p/s huge congrats to my sis kak chik for her 9A's in PMR...

Ku nanti jemputanmu

banyak benda dalam dunia ni, kita rasa dah nak dekat dah dengan kita, dah nak sampai dah ke tangan kita, tapi kita selalu lupa, keputusan akhir sentiasa ada di tangan-Nya...

begitulah yg dirasai saya sekeluarga.. mengikut perancangannya, insyaAllah minggu depan kami akan bertolak ke Jeddah untuk memulakan ibadah umrah selama 13 hari, 11 malam....

tapi takdir Allah yang menentukan segalanya.. tak sampai seminggu sebelum tarikh bertolak, travel agency memberitakan yang visa ziarah ditolak kerajaan Arab Saudi kerana beberapa masalah..

bukan kami je yang tak dapat pergi, malah semua rakyat Malaysia dan negara2 lain juga ditolak visanya kerana kerajaan Arab Saudi ingin 'membersihkan' kota Mekah dari pendatang2 asing yang menbanjiri kota suci...

dalam hati ada rasa sedih, rasa helpless juga hopeless.. banyak sebenarnya benda yang telah saya rancangakan.. list doa saya bertambah setiap hari.. doa untuk diri, keluarga, kawan2, kerjaya dan jodoh...

mulanya bila mama beritahu yang kami akan buat Umrah sekitar bulan 9 dulu, saya tak adalah rasa apa2 sangat.. gembira memanglah gembira tapi belumlah tergambar keseronokan sebenar yang dok diperkatakan orang tentang umrah ni..

cuma bila mengikut 2 kursus umrah barulah rasa nak pergi tu berkobar2 sangat... perasaan tak sabar melihat kaabah masjidilharam, masjid nabawi dengan mata sendiri, bertawaf dan bersaie, berdoa di Raudhah, Multazam dan Hijir Ismail serta menitip salam di Maqam Nabi dan Baqi'...

malah dengan tahap imaginasi saya yang over ni, saya terbayang bertemu jodoh di pintu Masjidilharam seperti dalam novel 'Adam dan Hawa' (walaupunlah kurang logiknya angan saya ni)

walaumacam mana pun,saya ingat kata2 ustaz ketika kursus... lainnya ibadah Haji dan Umrah ni adalah kerana ini ajelah ibadah yang tempatnya khusus, tak seperti solat, puasa dan zakat yang boleh dilakukan di mana2, Haji dan Umrah hanya boleh dilakukan di Mekah sahaja..

maka istimewanya ibadah ini adalah kerana ia di dasarkan atas jemputan ALLAH Taala sahaja... Bila Allah sendiri yang menjemput kita ke Rumah-Nya, barulah kita diizinkan pergi.. tak kiralah berapa banyak duit yang kita ada, org besar mana yg kita kenal atau persediaan banyak mana yang kita dah buat, kalau Allah belum lagi nak jemput kita, pastilah takkan sampai pun kita..

jadi sekarang, kata Abah, kita anggap ajelah bukan rezeki kita.. esok2 bila Allah nak jemput kita lagi, dengan izinnya kita dapat pergi juga insyaAllah...mungkin itu lebih baik buat kami sekeluarga......

insyaAllah satu hari nanti, sampai juga kami sekeluarga... nantikan kami ye..

hmm, manalah tahu lepas kahwin suami nak hadiahkan honeymoon sambil buat Umrah..bestnye :)


along's e-day

Alhamdulillah, selesai dah majlis bertunang along, my older sister... for the past weeks its been one of the major topics discussed in our household - the other topics includes kejadian severe diarrhea atau dalam bahasa family kitorg 'menceretan' yang berlanjutan selama seminggu sebab tersalah makan (mangsa utama, myself and bakal penunang, along). Syukur semuanya selamat dijalankan dan along kini bergelar tunang orang.


along, si penunang

hantaran yg disiapkan mak su

bakal abang iparku yang tak berapa tahu malu

our family minus kak lang (sorry lang)

tapikan, satu je yang saya tak berapa best (on my half lah)... disebabkan nilah masanya semua sedara-mara berkumpul, semuanya tanya soklan yang sama je....angah biler lagi???
alamak makcik, pakcik sepupu sepapatku semua... angah lama lagi kot... calun pun tarak lagi....hehe

p/s fiancee dalam bahasa melayu apa? Penunang? Tunangan?


15 again

my sister, kak chik, the fourth one, she's 15... that's 6 years apart from me... being home, being here for her, makes me reminiscent on my days when I was 15.. if u ask me, i think 15 is a pretty cool age to be..

when you're 15, boys seem to be a really big deal... your girlfriends talk about them constantly, you talk about them constantly... i don't know what 15 year old boys think about but i could pretty much take a big guess that girls must be a really huge part of it...

when you're 15, relationship seems to be the 'it' thing... everyone has a 'couple'.. even if it isn't declared yet, gossip just flows around... and its not even about having someone you like or not, its about having that someone, even if its just so that you don't get left out..

when you're 15, looks are the utmost important... well, maybe not to all, but this is about the time, the fashionista girl and the macho guy is born... you fuss about the new pimple, the recent hair growth (if it hasn't started from 13 yet).. so then you experiment on facial product, hair product and every other product there is....

when you're 15, responsibility seems like a really foreign word.. it bears not that much of a significance.. not when money comes easy (mom n dad) and life just appears to be about existing and enjoying... the only biggest responsibility that you have is your room and maybe your grades...

when you're 15, life doesn't seem that bad....not utterly great, but not too bad... at school, you're neither the youngest nor the oldest... at home, your parents don't treat you like little kids nor do they treat you like adults...

when i was 15, i was neither clever not stupid, neither pretty nor ugly, neither famous nor loner... i had success and failure, relationships that were both good and bad , both friends and enemies...

now that i'm 21, if i could turn back time and be 15 again, i don't think there's much that i would change.... the cliche would be that 'what i did in the pass shapes the person i am now'... i would love to not be a cliche, but cliches become cliches for a reason, and in my case, i'm happy settling to be a cliche....

shop till u drop


I've been spending time at home reading the shopoholic series by Sophie Kinsella that along brought back from UK... I know, i know, its so last decade ago, but i've never been really keen to read it coz i knew that it came in a series.. so u can't sorta just read one, you have to like read all five of em and since no money no talk, hence the never read one before...

so i started of with the first one, the secret dreamworld of a shopaholic.. but i kinda skipped a lot of it.. my first impression was, man, this Becky Bloomwood was really mental... not like she was crazy lunatic mental, but the constant lies, i mean, how much could one person actually lie in a day? and the shopping... OMG... some of the brands were even unknown to me.. i mean, naturally i myself am not an avid shopper, but talk about addiction... so i kinda skipped, to the next one the shopoholic abroad.. this time around she had a more stable relationship with Luke Brandon, a PR boss.. i gotta admit, as a sucker for romance, i was more keen on reading not because of Becky herself but because of her relationship with Luke actually... then, i went on to read Shopoholic ties the knot, shopaholic and sister and the last one, shopoholic and baby before doing a u-turn and read the first one again...i think the one i loved the most was the last in the series, shopoholic and baby, because again, as a romantic, i just loved it when Luke stood up for Becky against the red-haired bitch, Venetia and finally when they had their baby in the most intense situation ever (well, thats not so true considering i've never been in labour myself so i don't really know how intense it gets)...

the whole series

reading through the life of Becky, I realize how fortunate i am to dislike shopping.. its not that i hate it, i mean, shopping is an essential form of live survival (ha... being philosophical again) but the tedious process of having to dress up to go (ladies out there will understand what i mean) then getting there, and then once there having to choose, get the right size, the affordable price (most important note here) and the one i hate the most, the having to try it on in the fitting rooms (if not before that wait in line first) with no hooks and sometimes just a flimsy curtain separating your oh not so decent self and the world... if it doesn't fit or just plain ugly on you, you gotta repeat the whole process again... don't get me wrong, once in a while, yeah i like to go out with my girls, have a fun day at the shops... but to spend more than 3-4 hours, thats just torture...

the movie version

and talk about the price... prada, gucci, louise vuitton, tiffany's.. i mean... have you ever been in one of these stores... its just mind blowing... i once stumbled (i'm loosely using the word stumble because honest to god, we really did accidentally got there) on the highest floor in Chadstone (its like one of the biggest shopping centers in Victoria) where the whole floor was dedicated to these high-standard, price-blowing stores... and in front of each store was one of those barriers you see at concerts, and people were lining up just to get in (apparently only like 10 customer were allowed once a t a time).. i was seriously taken away at the price tags.. well, i didn't actually get in the store ( i was carrying a cheap mychemist bag where you get perfume for half price) but from the glass window, it was outstanding... i mean its not like i'm a cheapskate like Becky's sister Jess or something despite abah nicknaming me taik hidung masin (i won't brother translating that), but 20 AUD for a dress is my limit and even then i usually only buy them when they're half price...

but i guess each to its own... maybe because mama n abah brought us up, not to look for brands but rather the quality of money, but for other people, well its up to them.... who knows maybe i'll meet a guy who owns a big gigantic company and can afford to spurge me with all the luxury in the world.. ahhh... in my dreams :)

p/s i loooove my new layout

home sweet home

wow.. it feels like ages since i had the urge to pen down something here... well lets see, first of, i'm back home, Malaysia home not Melbourne home.. so i guess i'm home home... gosh, it just feels so damn good... i mean, the moment the flight attendant announced 'and to fellow Malaysians, WELCOME HOME' i was like feeling super giddy inside.. like i wanted to smile really wide and be like jumpy and stuff but the guy sitting beside me was totally like so what... so i kinda had to just gaze out the window, pretending to be enjoying the beautiful landscape outside when there wasn't really anything that cool to be looking at... ok, bad Malaysian.. sure my country's beautiful and stuff, but you know what i mean right... LCCT isn't that much of a sight if i'm being really honest..

well, let's see... the change.. wow.. i mean, i kinda knew that when you're like 9 or maybe 10 (i always get the months wrong) months away, there's bound to be some difference at home, but talk about change.. where do i start.. hmmm.. well, the house isn't red anymore, its yellow now.. not like highlight yellow or sunny yellow.. its pleasant yellow, kinda nice.. then there's the bathroom... ok, scratch that all 3 bathrooms (or jamban as we call it here) transformed.. like hotel standard... i mean not to say it was gross when i came home last year, totally not, but this time its like super duper cool and we have hot water now, which come to think of it is really quite funny considering how hot it is here... oh, abah drives a new estima now.. and its black, with tinted windows.. totally feel like your siti nurhaliza or someone important like that.. mama no longer has a car, she's driving along's... and there's this gigantic massage chair in our living room.. i was totally jakon and had like a few goes on it the moment i saw it, but honestly on your 4th round it starts to get even more sore than before you tried it on.. so, 3 rounds max i'll say... and... wait for it... yes, my house now has an exercise machine... which comes to a total shock at first, because my family, exercising..lets just say, not that keen on it (if you've seen me, you have the picture) but its kinda cool coz its not one of those fancy running ones or the cycling ones, but it sorta vibrates like really fast, i haven't got my head around how it works yet, but i guess it kinda shakes all the fat out.. sort off...

that's all physical...on the personal change.. hmm... nah... nothings really changed much.. my family is still the same whacky family i know and love.. aww.... how sappy is that.. but its true... the most obvious, kak chik and adik (my two little sisters if you can still call them little) still fight all the time.. operative word here ALL the time.. the first few days back i kinda just smiled and enjoyed it, relishing how much i missed the bickering..but all good things must come to an end.. days after that it i kinda was hoping that the law will forgive me if i accidentally shot them both..haa... kidding.. but yeah, you get the picture... abah still uses the same MO of trapping us in the car before giving hours of lectures...ooo and the jokes are still as hilarious as ever... and mama, is still mama... worrying about her kids 24/7.. when you think about it, i kinda feel guilty that she has to worry so much about us.. but she's mama, and we love her... and.. oooohhh... along is busy getting engaged... kinda out of the blue... still can't believe she's getting married...its weird actually.. you know it will happen some day, but you never think someday is today (hypothetical today, not like today today).. she's still my big sis in all senses and now she's not just gonna be along, she's gonna be like someone's wife and mom... it's got my whole family buzzing... i mean, it's kinda funny... watching mama n abah go full wedding mode.. they went to this wedding this weekend and came back with tonnes of ideas for along's majlis...some really good, some were just...hmmm...so i guess were just missing out kak lang... she's been in egypt 2 months now.. its kinda sad when we all sit together to eat or gossip and someone's missing and this time around its kak lang... i haven't seen her for months now, and i really do miss her...not forgetting, we have a new addition to the family... ENCOT... forgive the name, but he's a really cute obese cat that mama, my sisters and even abah are sooo obses about...

introducing the infamous ENCOT

i'll be home for the next 3 months.. thats a long time of doing nothing at home.. that's true really, i don't really do much at home except the daily routine of waking up (at 9.30, latest :p) doing laundry, prepare lunch blah blah blah.. things that i've been doing like forever... i mean, its been kinda the same routine each time its a school holiday since i was like form one, so now years later, even when i'm home from uni break, it still feels the same... its kinda like one of those hate/love things where u hate doing it but because you do it all the time you sort of love doing it now...not sure if i'm gonna be doing my intern... i want to, but not really putting my hopes too high... i'll try to find a new hobby this time around rather that lazing myself out but again not putting my hopes too high... lets just say, i'm allowing myself 3 months of blissful family time before that vicious time of studying comes again next year...yeah, right... :)