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Last weekend went to Ipoh because my husband's friend is getting married in Gopeng. Since Gopeng tu dekat sangat dah dengan Ipoh I excited la nak ajak die kesana. Sesaja imbas kembali kenangan lama , jalan2 ke UTP, tengok balik bandar Ipoh. I dont take much pics of the wedding though Aziz had a LOT of fun playing at the yard by himself.  Saif baik je. Tido the whole time even though panassss. One interesting thing about the wedding is ade stall apam balik! Apam balik die sedap. Ade yang the crunchy apam and there is also the regular one. Even the regular one are very nice. Isi banyak dan nipis just nice. After the wedding we then checked into the hotel that we booked which is the Ipoh French Hotel. A new boutique hotel. Located in the middle of town, in front of KFC 24 hours and next to The Store and Cathay lama tu.  Bring back a lot of memories as dulu2, my friends and I always go to the Pizza Hut seberang jalan tu during weekend. Now Pizza Hut ade kat depan Tama

My school friends from JB decided to have a girl weekend. Walaupon most of us are JB girls born and bred, but most of us are now staying/working in KL. Except for 2 , one in Terengganu and the other at JB.  Since mereka yang jauh decided on the date, I decided on the hotel. We stayed at the Royale Bintang since it is easy access to semua tempat. Yeps. All of us ( who have kids) left our kid(s) with the husband at home. Kemain laki2 ni semua pesan bini masing2 to jaga perangai. Amboi.. macam kite orang ni dulu party girls je. Had lunch at Tony Romas, sit around and talk, bowl, sit around and talk and even gift exchange ( sebab we are still high schoolers at heart) then keluar makan and talk and jalan ke Jalan TAR tatkala Jalan TAR nak tutup dah, then go back and talk.  It was funny because we kept on asking so what is the gossip.. and it turned out there is no gossip. Some mild things of who marrying whom but no jaws were dropped last weekend. I think since we are older an

Mommy to be worries of cats .  I am crossing my fingers and jari kaki semua that my husband boleh balik next week. Ade orang boleh tolong cuci litterbox. It is such a back breaking chore for me. People keep on saying cats is not good for pregnant ladies that sometimes you macam takut. I berdoa je la everything is OK and after everything I read on toxaplasmosis (malas check if ejaan betul ke tak) , just take some precaution. Macam I wear disposable gloves and mask everytime cleaning out their litter and all. And make sure I thoroughly wash my hands before eating and after handling them. Aku rase my hands will aged prematurely given the amount of anti bacterial handwash I had been using setiap kali handle die orang.  As for babies and all that about allergies, studies shown that having pets at home reduced allergies in children, so aku berharap tiny tot will have to build considerable immunity against them. I have a vague plan on how to introduce the 2 creatures to each other gra

There's this tag going on in Twitter where people reminisce about their Dad and how wonderful they are. Or sometimes, how not wonderful they're.  I want to join in but it seems it is already too late. And also it maybe too long, because I decided to tell a story that had been told a lot among the family and which tickled my husband greatly.  When I was living in Kelantan, I got to know a girl who have a horse. I always came around to her home to see and stroke the horse. The horse was a great big brown horse. Normal really, maybe not that big, but to a 10 year old eyes, it was the biggest animal she had ever set her eyes on. The horse was gentle and it seems lonely.  So everyday after I got back home, I always talk about the horse and my mother told me that I cajole everybody to let me take the horse because the owner of the horse wants to sell it. My father heard me talked about it everyday was tempted to buy it for me seeing how I seems to love the horse or maybe the idea

I need to blog about the holiday. Tapi masih rasa malas. I ain't feeling like working, and at least balik office ni tadekle keje menimbun. My husband is on holiday at the moment and fixing various things that needed to be fixed at home. The cats are home at last, but sementara kucing2 masih tiada, I manage to feed some strays di belakang rumah. There's this small orange cat that always sit around at the back of the house looking so thin that I couldn't help myself but feed him/her. (My husband maintained its a her, I maintained its a him ). Currently he responded to the name "Oren". I am secretly hatching a plan to neuter or spay him. Someone made a resolution in the PF forum to spay or neuter a random cat at least once a year to help curb population and abandoned kitties, it is maybe a good way to start. Bile kucing ada di rumah, it is a bit of a hassle to feed the stray because they are not welcoming. Mengada-ngade sungguh. Dedua datang dari longkang jugak. It

Heh. Want to update it to Twitter, tapi macam panjang je nak tulis. So malassss and twitlonger or deckly is unkewl. Anyway, reading Blog Serius just now reminded me of an incident in BTN.  Warning: Kesah mistik ahead When I was in UTP, some of us are required to go to the BTN. Our BTN camp was somewhere in Perak near a Chinese cemetery. I remembered that we have to go past the Chinese cemetery and past some ladang getah I think to get to the camp. Nothing untoward really happened there. It was fun actually and not as racist or propaganda-ish as I thought it would be. The food sucks balls but we lived. Kate kesah mistik ahead kan. Well, no one said anything weird happened. Some people said its a bit creepy (you should see the bathroom, it looks like the set of a Thai ghost movie), however most of us get through the 3 or 4 days without incident. Again, mana kesah mistik nye? Maybe I should say slight incident. My bed on the camp was a double decker bed and I am unlucky enough to ge

I was reading some news, about the brutal killing of a girl and wondered if the world had become more heartless. Then somehow, I was brought to the memories I had when I was in my primary school, maybe because the name of the victim reminded me of one of the girls in primary. In my all girls school there used to be 2 kids that is mentally handicapped (I am not sure what exactly the correct term, mentally challenged maybe?). One of the kid is a bit obnoxious since she talks and brags a lot and us kids being bratty kids, we looked down on her when we should be more understanding. However, looking back, I don't think that she ever realized that, and if she did she never shows it. I am glad nonetheless that I always had my manners on when I talk to her as young and naive as I was. The other girl is even more pitiable. Even back then us bratty girls pity her. She is painfully shy. She was a big girl, somewhat disheveled but always with a smile on her face I don't know exactly what

Well, DOS game actually. I think I mentioned before that I was in love with the old Theme Hospital game, and none other simulation game can compare to that delightful Theme Hospital game. I did swore to try to finish all the levels. Had not succeed yet. Got caught in life before I manage to finish all. However, the last time I played, I did manage to get to levels that I had not reached before. That's an accomplishment. ( But a totally geeky and non-accomplish accomplishment). Right now, I got into my head to play another old game which is Holiday Island.  So. Does this screenshot trigger any memory yet? It'd been a long while since I last played it, so I am starting out like when I had just played the game the first time. Badly. But I remembered I was really addicted to this game and would not even go downstairs during the first day of Hari Raya, because I just couldn't tear myself away. Dah kena tenking dengan mak baru lar terkulat-kulat nak turun yek. Ah well, d

see more funny facebook stuff! I would think if you are typing while masturbating, it would be a masturbate fail. But then I had never participate in a sex chat. Did I ever tell you how I try to participate in a sex chat, but failed because I was laughing so hard while shuddering? I don't know, if I ever did, but let me rehash the story. (I think I must have told to some of my friends) I got into the internet back in 1998. It was fairly new at the time, and the thought that I can communicate with people from all around the world thrills me. Yes. I am not a boy, so I never care much about porn. But getting into the scary world of the WWW, you will be exposed to it anyway. Especially if you are new and a teenager. Digressing. Like I said I like to chat. While everyone else was getting fired up on MiRC, at the time I got into Yahoo Chat and chatted with many, many people around the world. And I assure you, not only the Malaysian men/boys kept on asking for sex chat. Of course th

Ya know, an old scandal/crush,( I don't even know how to categorize it)  requested me as a friend on FB recently.  I know it had been years since we last talk but the last time we had our interaction, he left me with a bad taste in my mouth. And I DO NOT meant that literally. And to see that he also sent me a message with a jovial-like tone to it like nothing is wrong and not that he was a jerk to me, make me feels mad. I blogged about my last interaction with him somewhere in my blog. Back then, 'category/labels' had not been invented yet, (or I haven't start using it) so it is going to be time consuming digging through all the entries. Anyway, I do not feel like adding him to my list of friends. However I hit the "Accept" button anyway. Or is it "confirm"? Can't really confirm since Facebook is block at the office.  But I am not worrying. I also know why I accept the request anyway.  1. I am curious what he is doing now and if he is married

I remembered I used to love watching Home Improvement. Back then Jonathan T. Thomas was the thing. I remembered when buying Smash Hits, there is always a poster of him at the middle of the page. I think I was guilty of putting up his poster too. Hehehe. Then I saw him again in Veronica Mars and he does not change at all. Masih katik sebegitu. Dan suara macam itik. Ah well, so weird on how your tween or teen heartthrobs then seems to be so alien to you now and when you looked at them again in your 20s you will be like "OMG-DID-I-USED-TO-LIKE-EM". Though I do like to state here and now, I was never ever enamored by Devon Sawa , RIP. ( I meant Jonathan Brandis actually. Terrible mistake. Got both mixed up, and no I am also not enamored by Jonathan Brandis. Sorry Devon Sawa! ) Okeh, sudah melalut ke mende lain. Anyway, I told y'all we had paint the 'gerobok'/almari white. We also painted the katil white. There is a complete bedroom sets with bed, closet, side tabl

Currently I am listening to some old songs. The few back years songs. Specifically the Indonesian songs. I used to ban Indonesian songs. Not because I hate the Indonesians. Nope. Those who follow this blog from the beginning, will perhaps have a vague memory or notions why I don't listen to Indonesian songs anymore. Those who don't, let just say most Indonesian songs are just too painful for me to hear. Why did I begin to listen again to these songs? The songs that when I heard before make me feel like my heart is breaking little by little. I honestly don't know. To gauge if it's still painful I guess even after I am married. And you know, being married does not make your past disappear. I resent the perception of being married, that you have to be a dutiful, perfect little wifey without baggages. Or that your life is complete when you have a perfect family. Or the fact that you chose to wear a hijab, you need to be unmarked in sins. Isn't life about improvement

I am a pack rat. Asked my husband. We sometimes have silly fight on whose stuffs is the most stuffs that stuffed the room, and he always accused my stuffs. I of course deny this because I would deny everything and am a rampant liar. But of course this is true. Ask me tomorrow and I will say otherwise though. You get the gist of what constitues a pack rat. The 8 year old jeans that had seen better day (fabricwise and figurewise both) that you do not wear but you still hoard because you hope you can get your 20 year old figure back one day and smile that satisfied smile when you pull the jeans up past your thigh and butts. The countless perfume bottles and its BOXES that you saved and you hate to throw away because it cost a chunk of your money and damn it, if I paid RM200 for it, I will save em all! The old eye shadows and lipsticks that you spent in a compulsive buy during a warehouse sale and you only applied once or twice and should have thrown away because who the hell put on a brig

Sebab aku malas nak pikir tajuk. Anyway, I think most of us sudah in mood raya. Mana yang berkerja, mesti liat je nak buat keje (moi!). Mana yang dah cuti agaknye sudah excited nak balik sambil nyanyi lagu raya if not out loud, at least di dalam kepala or playing it on their car audio player. Me, personally never like lagu raya. I guess I associate it with my childhood years. Balik kampung, dozing in the car while the car stereo playing Raya songs while my Dad was driving. After my Dad died, I noticed that I never care much about lagu raya and hate it when other people speakers is blaring lagu Raya out loud. I was never sad, just I don't really like it. So you people who like to blare out loud lagu raya at the office, don't do so. Not ALL people have the same preference okeh? (Jab lagi nak mintak maap, so aku sound-sound je dulu) Mari cerita pasal Fasha dan Kurap sebentar. Nak gamba sebagai brief intermission. By the way, tomorrow we will be sending off Fasha and Kur

During my single years, I used to love poring over those horoscopes. I would look into those nonsensical things and together with my BFFs (Seri, that is especially you) we would laughed out loud and said that this is all nonsense when all the while we were wishing its were true. Despite of me thinking that this is all very superstitious stuffs, when the newspaper comes in the first thing we would looked at was the horoscope. Then we would move in to the comic strips. We were wishing for a soulmate then (and you know... just typing soulmate make 0.1% of my brain rots from stupidity). For that other person who will make us complete and set our insides in fire. If you know what I mean. So when we were dumped by our boyfriends then or get rejected we would turned into these horoscopes, looked it over meticulously over various horrible created sites (complete with blinking stars as the background) and we declared to ourselves "Oh, see... the sign say we are not compatible." Not b

Tagged by Sue on this. Interesting... Let's see -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi 16 year ol' me, This letter should find it way in to your hand around November aight, when you turned 16? Fine. I don't believe in regrets pon and I do believe the good and the bad that comes in life mold us on who we are and who we befriended and try to be. So do what you set out to do cause you never deign to listen to advice pon kan? Dasar kepala batu gitu. But, I think around this time, you are preparing to dump a guy because he was an arse right? I mean, helloooo... what kinda boyfriend mentioned that he raked up the phone bill because he is calling OTHER girl but he NEVER called you. Yeps, so dump his loserish ass. I support you in this decision and he left no dent in your life either. Believe me, you will keep on forgetting he used to be your boyfriend. But next time, keep the gifts from the ex boyfriends k? Macam best je tunjuk k

I have a hankering to do some post on the past. So I guess I will scrap something up regarding the SBP days. Gah! I hate my SBP.Especially the rules. I hate there's a schedule when we need to study , when to wake up, when to play, when to watch TV. It was driving me insane. But it is partly my fault, I thought it was going to be fun. Hah! Padan muka sendri kan. But its not all bad. I just hated the schedule when to do this and when to do that. Macam the warden felt if left to our own devices we would have organize a Pesta Buih and trashed the whole dorm upside down. Anyway, I feel like just mentioning a few things, the day to day stuffs that we went through. As sometimes we raked our memories of the truly good times and bad times we have of a place, we completely forgot the ordinary, nice day to day stuffs that we go through which makes life in the boarding place tengah-tengah tempat jin tendang tu more bearable. Cream Crackers Galore After Isya' we would drop by the dewan maka

Gon, Seri and I (and also Seri's cousin) make a day trip to Ja's wedding last Saturday. Fuh. 10 hours in the car. Gon the driver mesti balik weng je rase. Ja looked sweet but of course she still retain her 'kebrutalan' even on her wedding days. *groans* Everybody during tepung tawar was laughingly asking the pengantins to look ahead and smile and be still for the cameras. Hoho. Bole tak the groom duk kumat kamit kumat kamit mulut membebel while the bride siap angkat2 tangan lagi bercakap dengan orang while on the wedding dais tengah orang nak tepung tawar. Hehehe. Takpe. Sebab itu memang MekJa. Tapi masih sweet ok. Huhuhu. So after few shots of pics, dapat jugak gamba die org yang ala-ala ayu. Yeay! Anyway the food was delish, daging adalah sangat sedap. Wooo... woooo. *lapar dah plak* So on the way back we decided to singgah la kejab Ipoh. Sebab semua dalam kereta itu kepingin sizzling mee kat Jusco KC. It is not exactly as what I remembered it. But probabl

with reading Middlemarch! Yeay! Like it. Will not read it again in a hurry. But I would like to pick it up again after a while. Will update with the next reading list later. A bit sleepy. At long last, I watched the Orphanage. Scary gile. Tengok cite sambil squint2 mata taknak kasik nampak sgt. Because I was so darned scared, I paused the movie sometimes during the most "dup dup dup" heart thumping times and watch ANTM in between to calm my nerves. Hahaha. Little children ghost scared me most of all, ok. Huhu. Well, yesterday AKHIRNYA berbuka puasa jua with Sheema, Gon, Ja and Seri. Had a blast. I think we should just stay put with berbuka puasa di rumah je, lepas tuh je kuar lepak2 di McD. Huhuhu. Gamba2 ada di Seri and Sheema. Kat mana-mana aje nak camwhoring. Oh, I was reading about ADHD diagnosed in women (even in their 30s and 40s) and got a scary thoughts that maybe I do have ADHD. Heh. Especially on this statement, The daydreamers. The space cadets. The little girls wh

Part 3 & 4: What we used to watch and what we used to have Part 1: We used to eat Part 2: We used to play What we used to watch... (Though I do think this is more of an early 90s cartoon) Dragonball. I don't watch these. Yups. I think those are the Power Rangers. I did watched it. It is quite as lame ass as Ultraman, but it is kinda a guilty pleasure. After the cast started to leave, starting from Amy Jo Johnson then I stopped watching. Nothing in Power Rangers is cool. Especially after you watched your brothers re-enact those battle scenes. Hikhikhik. Til today if there is Doraemon on tv, I would watch it. "Doraemon and Poket Ajaibnye". Love it. Especially the comic. Though the cartoonist kinda a paedo pervert for his persistent drawing of Sizuka in the bath or changing clothes. It also make me always excited to see dorayaki. I will be always... OMG, OMG, Doraemon favorite food! He-Man. Yeah. It was one of those cartoons muscle clad heroes wearing speedos loincloth