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i've had a long day today,


didnt intend to do anything else but work and go home, buka posa and sleep.


didnt even browse to shopping online, check other blogs, not even to look for gossips that has nothing to do with me..(hahaha)


but this is really a shocker,


today Deputy President to MCA, Dato' Chua Soi Lek is being fired!!




i worked with him during his 4 years in the Ministry, i see him every wednesday and oh hw i admire his tenacity and inteligence as a minister with a medical qualification.





i dont think he knows me,


well the only instruction he will give me on my usual wednesday meeting is


"ini tolong jgn minit ye" in which he will point to someOne else instead to me( " ,)






one thng i will dearly miss, is his cynical remarks on things..


its always hilarious yet after the laughs, one cant help but stop and wonder the irony behind it..





and today i qoute one of my favourites








“Mencemarkan imej parti adalah satu jenayah yang serius.


Saya bernasib baik mereka tidak mengantung saya sampai mati."




and i too would love to hear the answer to this question of his:

"Will my sacking boost up the image of the MCA? "

taken 12th Dec 2007 one of his final contribution to the Ministry before his big announcement in early 2008

He was witnessing another big step that Malaysia has taken with relations to World Health Organization

and im proud to say i was part of it..

weeee

cant wait to watch buletin utama tonite!

dan tertunggu-tunggu la...

menunggu, tertunggu,
terasa sangat dungu
kerana terpaksa tersiku-siku menunggu,
kalau dituju jadi buang waktu begitu
jadi kita tunggu, menunggu
sampai la jadi unggu
( " ,)

mari kita lihat apa yg ditunggu itu :

(i) my chiffon baju raya i bought online, thanks tinie! luv ya
(http://matase-sutera.blogspot.com)



















(ii) my vintage coach tobacco colour which i purchased online as well, thanks corina! ( http://coachnmuchmore.blogspot.com)
(iii) sian kartika, kena tunggu sebulan la gamaknya sebelum disebat. Rilek la kak, jgn sedih sedih..sabar menunggu ye(www.utusan.com.my)














(iv) satu lagi kematian H1N1 in Malaysia menjadikan 69, aiyo.. ini lovely nomber tapi bila mau darurat ni kawan?
(www.h1n1.moh.gov.my)

seingat ramadhan...

i know i know, im being cynical to post this pic of berbuka puasa.. i should be putting some muslimah, looking all beriman and sopan...h he heh e

but hell, this was taken a few years back at klebang, i believe it was the last ramadhan i was single and like an annual ritual, all the jalil's (my abah's father) family will berkumpul with potLucks and Potlucks of food.. the usual dish will be satay, nasi (of course), lauks and Busu Hussein homade popiah basah (as the pic above, nampak?).

and when i mean home made, i mean buatan sendiri, from the kulit of the popiah till the kuah itself...we had tu like 'catu' it, so that eOne can get a taste of it...

i dont really remember how young i started puasa, but i sure hell remember those times i minum air paip (c'mon raise ure hand if ure guilty too..haha),
puasa till noon than drama about sakit perut and lapar and rasa nak mati .. hahahaha...

and not forgetting, my idea of "puasa ganti" of a half day of not fasting, is by fasting half of the day as well...(aiyooo!!)

during UUM years, i remembered the first time i berbuka puasa..it was just me and hairani, my sarawakian roomate with our polysterine in front of us, waiting for azan, and the minute the azan came, we were both in tears, apparently it was our first time away from family, and all we have for berbuka with is in this lousy polysterine.. mana tak emo

we both cried simultaneously because our berbuka use to be like a table of food and food in which none will be finished, surronded by family...sighghhh
we ended eating anyway (sambil teresak esak, sambil ketawa like lucu la seeing both nangis at the same time.. hehe..)

the days that followed, we started eating at the pantry, where it was more muhibbah and meriah

i also remembered there was one time, i berbuka with air tebu, and it was only after i drank half of the content, i realised its abit basi...gosh, teribble cirit birit the following two days..eerrrkk

then when i started working and living in buloh, i would always stop at the bazaar ramadhan, and buy the usual food and drinks- abah with his air tebu, ma-soybean and burung puyoh goreng, me with my either roti john or chicken kebab and of course jellyMilo..mmm

then when i was living bachelor in bangi, i remembered syakirah, my housemate and me , being all buzy in the kitchen, then when azan mahgrib, we both will be buzy tasting the salt of our cooking... hahaha...can u imagine, others were already on the table eating, whilst we were still figuring sedap ke tak ni.... hahaha

my first ramadhan with rafek around was when i was 20weeks pregnant of ashraff.. eh last ye la kan..ha hah a
i remembered i found out i was pregnant just one day before ramadhan..could not believe (untill today) that i missed the first 20 weeks...i remembered being super ngidam of the ulam ulaman lauk kampung and thank god for them bazaar ramadhan..rafek is not a sahur person, as for me, it was alot of roti bakar sardine...mmmmm

tengah pregnant and puasa, i still had to travel- yep i went to manila for a week, actually a week just before raya.. there was even one evening, we had like a late meeting, and the bruneian delegation passed me beberapa biji kurma untuk alas perut. so nice of them...

so hw will i remember ramadhan 2o09?

salam ramadhan to all.

about the haircut...

this pic was with intentions, changed in black and white (to avoid the oil-ness on my face.. hehehe)

we were both tired. i just got back from work, and he hasnt slept all day...

about the haircut-gosh finally got rid of the long, thin straight on top then curls at the end, that was keguguran most of the times,

for RM10.

the price included:

(i) few minutes of compliments to my previous hairstyle "eh eh dik, lawanya kerinting ni, buat ke?"

" taklah kak, natural, kena potong kak, semenjak ada anak ni asyik gugur je"

" lar kau da beranak eh??!!"

(cant blame her for thinking im kinda young to have a son, i was wearing a "grumpy alright" tShirt with a one of the dwarfs on it.. haha)

(ii) 20 minutes of listening to the hairdresser's story of her being bitten by a snake few years ago, then her husband family being very nice to her, bla bla bla

(iii)less than 9 minutes of snipping here and there

(iv) whole time being stared by the gurl next to me , rebonding her hair

the normal reaction was "its blardy shorttt!!! arrggghhhh" but hell yeah im closer to becoming natalie portman..all i need now is the talent to act..

kih kih kih!

LV it!

i remember her...

recently i had a short trip to penang.

my first, i repeat very the first time i had to give a presentation..errrrkkkk..

my offmate, unny had to present actually but he had something else in Sabah, so i alternate to replace him...

to cut the story short, im still thinking, entah ape ape la i merapu during that presentation.. hehe..but i manage to finish a novel by sophie kinseller, within 3 days..waaa

the last time i came to penang was about 10years ago, UUM had some 'putus bekalan air' situation, and instead of running straight home, a few frends and i decided to be in penang for a few days...then only head home...aaaa...those were the days..

anyways, on my way to the hotel, i passed thru this govt residential house, my uncle rahman use to stay, during those years he was in govt service..and of course masa arwah achick (my abah's youngest sister) was around.

gosh, the minute i saw the house, immidiately one memory led to another:

i remember that school holiday, that year fyan me and arwah achick went on a train, from KL to Penang, really long-fun holiday!, yeye (arwah achick's son) was going to have his 'sunat' moment.

i remembered there was a mcD nearby and running around the house that has a big garden

i remembered how certain place of the house felt haunted, and none of us dared to sleep alone

i remembered 'masak-masak' session i had with nirah my cousin, while the boys played badminton

i remembered arwah achick..

i remembered her so well..hw everytime i met her, she will sneakily ask hws my bf (or when will i introduce him to her)..how she always worries about nirah( her youngest/only daughter) in finding a bf.

i missed her so much that an instant, i could not stop that tear from running down.

if only she got to know rafek

if only she could be at my wedding, or during that time i had my misscarriage, im sure she will come visit

and of course the arrival of our ashraff...

i wrote this poem below, on the year she left us forever.

http://curry_n_crap.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html

i cant believe its been 3 years already.

alfatihah.

like ayah like ash

i took this from my mobile ( excuse the quality.. hehe) one nite after coming home late after a long day.

until now, it has never fail to melt my heart..whts that pepatah, ala, borek and the rintik tu.

ashraff is building character, and i cant help but notice how similar he is with his ayah:

facial impression : lately he will squint his eyes and give his biggest smile

stomach position : beerBelly as the saying goes...tersangat like his ayah.. ahaha

sleeping position : sideways with his favorite bantal peluk..aiyo sebijik!

best sleeping place : on my chest ( ...he he heh eh e..)

i can only claim one trait that i can confirm he follows me,

his farting pattern- sounds like a machine gun blasting out,with loudness depending on level of energy used at the moment. the more evergy used, the louder..

(kah kah kah kah)

wonder is he becomes as gila gila as me?