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WARNING
if you are a big fan of the twilight series, SKIP this.

First of all, i didnt read the book, just watched the movie.
here's my comment.

Edward Cullen and his family are BORING vampires. They are 'vegetarian', dull, goody-goody,play baseball during thunderstorms and what's with Edward so dazzling (literally) in the sunlight? Edward is too 'mellow' as a vampire. Looks like vampire has really changed throughout centuries. they r supposed to be all dark and batty n frightening, not sparkle in the sunlight. i suggest you to watch old classic romantic vampire film. edward Cullen is too safe (compared to other vampires, not to other human). and the story is just about bella n eddy, eddy n bella, and a lil bit convincing action in the end. I do wish edward will be with someone more cheery and lively, because he himself is already dead.

and yeah, so robert pattinson is ridiculously good-looking. maybe thats the reason the movie was watched repeatedly by my teenage girl-friends. But I'm more into stories and characters, i dont care if the hero is an old batty looking vampire. --more the reason for faris to call me makcik tua. Say "Yeeeessshh" to faris.


who am i to judge? it's just one's opinion. dont b hard on me, i did warn ya, eh?

terima kasih uncle X

Saye ade seorang uncle. Namanya Uncle X (bukan nama sebenar). Kenapa brcerita ttg Uncle X?

Uncle X;
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Seorang yg agak popular dlm kalangan anak2 buah nya. Berjaya dlm pekerjaannya. Mempunyai sebuah rumah yg besar lah jugak, serta anak2 yg cntik dn hensem (pmpuan dn laki respectively). Umur mungkin 40-an, tp mukanya boleh tahan (haha, uncle sndiri ni, tp dr sgi pndgn sorg pmpuan, hnsem kottttt..) anak2 nya cerdik pandai juga. Yg 1st arkitek. 2nd sains aktuari. 3rd n 4th study lg.

Tp nmpknya Uncle X sgt bminat mmbuat teknik soal siasat trhadap sy yg mgambil bidang perguruan ni. Tiap kali sy duduk berhampiran dgn dia, mulalah dia buka bab2 ideologinya, perihal komunis, ulama'2 dan hal perdana menteri. entah kenapa jarang sekali dia berbicara hal2 normal yg slalu dia borak dgn riangnya dgn sepupu2 sy yg laen. Dia akn mengasak sy dgn soalan psikonya, dn sy hanyalah budak setaun jagung, payah benar nak mengalah kn hujahnya yg sudah byk mkn garam. antara debat uncle X dn ank buahnya yg biasa ini adelah hal keikhlasan seorg guru. soalannya, kalau seorg ini diberi cukup mkn pki belanja, tp x diberi wang gaji, maukah dia mnjdi seorg guru? lalu jwb sy, guru yg ikhlas bgimana pun, ttp perlu meneruskn hidup, ttp mau bekeluarga.n dia dgn pantasnya menggeleng dn menyembur hujah2 bak seorang ahli parlimen. sy pula umpama anak kecil menggaru2 kepala tika seorang pelancong asing bertanya jalan dalam bahasa jerman. Kata Uncle x, pegangan seorang anak kecil bermula dari guru sekolah rendahnya. Jika ideologi komunis yg ditanam dlm anak itu, mka komunis lah yg tersemat dlm dadanya. Saya hanya termangu2, kerana sejujurnya sy sudah lupa pun siapaakh guru sekolah rendah sy. adela juga seorang dua yg tersemat dlm ingatan, tp hal2 lain byk sudah yg sy lupa. barangkali sejarah hidup Uncle X tika di sekolah rendah penuh dgn asam masin dn kerepek ubi kehidupan.

sudah sy sebut dlm post sblum ini, sy sudah yakin jln yg sy pilih, tp sy masih belum mmpunyai smangat jati diri sorang guru sejati. masih mncari haluan, msih terkapai2. sedar x sedar, tiap kali akal mati dan kpala buntu utk mbantut hujah uncle X, sy tlh mengutip byk falsafah kehidupan guru. sy pnya berharap sy dpt posting di tmpat bandar, at least kalau bukan di bndar metropolitan KL. Uncle X meluahkn rse respek nya pd guru yg volunteer minta d tmpat hulu, terasing dn nun d pedalaman.Kata sy, output perngorbanan guru itu mungkin kcil cuma, krana kbnykn anak muda orang asli akn mengikut jejak langkah ibu bapa masing2. bkerja dgn alam bg menyara kehidupan. Uncle X cuma berkata "let them be, but give them a chance for an education, and let them choose"
ktika sy terkesima mncri idea lalu mbuka bab baru ttg satu persoalan, yg mana lg pnting, 'keihlasan ttp output sedikit; atau usaha tnpa kesukaan, ttp mghasilkan result yg significant.
maka dia menjawab, usahlah mnjd guru jika tiada bakat di situ, baginya guru bukan lilin, tapi umpama pintu atau jambatan ke Dunia Baru (bukan cerita kat tv3). Kata uncle X

"Everybody, whether is black or white, from a rural or advancing country, has a right for an education. Everyone. and the pleasure will be in the teacher, in introducing another different worlds they have not known of."

satu lg yg pasti sy ingat smpi bila2,

"Life is about making a difference. kalau x, x guna la kita hidup dlm dunia ni. dn dpt introducing dunia baru pd anak2 yg d tmpt terpencil tu, is a big damn difference we can make. "


sungguhpun sy sering kdg2 mlarikan diri dr uncle X krn gusar ditnya soalan plik2 dn pnuh falsafah, dn sungguhpun kdg2 sy melihat dr jauh dgn rse jeles melihat spupu2 lain bercakp dgn dia ttg hal2 ringan dn kosong smbil tertawa riang, sy rse puas, dn juga xpuas, sbb dlm hidop ni, sy xprnah bawa ape2 difference yg significant. Lenggok bhs sy bgini dlm post ini adalh satu penghargaan pd Uncle X yg brckp lenggok sbgini bila brckp dgn sy.. stuff like;

"adalah satu kebanggaan sekiranya... blah4", instead of "oi, awk dh mkn?"

post ni adelah satu reminder utksy sbnarnye, sbb sy sgt mudah lupe.

Credits to Uncle X.




ps: aku xkate pong aku nak g pdalaman lg.. takot doh ular liar.

problem with holiday

"semua orang dikurniakan 24 jam"

Bill Gate ade 24 jam
Nabi Muhammad ade 24 jam
Ted Bundy ade 24 jam
Orang kaya ade 24 jam
Pengemis tepi jalan ada 24 jam

good news is,
we all have 24 hours.

problem with holiday is, 24 hours is never enough
problem with study time is, 24 hours is just too much.

and when i wrote this i couldn't help thinking.

"what have i done with my 24 hours?"

maka aku muncul lagi

sangat lah malas utk saye meng-update- blog ini. bile bukak balik, maka ape yg first thing muncul dlm pala otak--

"my god! buruknya."

malangnya, bak kata king "aku buta IT".

Somebody

help.

aku bangga, aku no hal

Kata kebanyakan orang, bodohnya aku sbb lepaskan skolar mara bioteknologi. orang berkerut bila dpt tahu aku hanya 'semata-mata' masuk maktab perguruan.

Org kata,

"Ayah engineer, anak jd cikgu?"

Org kata,

"Oh.. kat mana sekarang? maktab perguruan?" Senyap.

Org kata,

"Kau relax la.. kau buat course cikgu je.."

 Cuma satu dua yg tersenyum bangga, cuma satu dua yg menepuk belakang aku, yg kata betul jln yg aku pilih.

Yela, aku akui la kan. Aku sendiri tak pernah tercetus dlm minda aku yg aku bakal jd cikgu. Bak kata org ramai, HA! KAU NAK JD CIKGU?

Sumpah aku ckp, antara bioteknologi dengan course tesl ni, aku menggaru-garu kepala smpi satu bulan. Pening. Dari segi norma, aku yg'science-stream' ni patotlah meneruskan subject sains juga. Dan aku tidak pernah seumur hidop mau jadi cikgu. dan bioteknologi, wah! satu bidng baru yg masih kabur2, tp membangun! Peluang cerah! majukan negara! Ke oversea 4 tahun!semua org mnepuk2 aku "ambilla biotek~~~"

Tp aku pilih tesl.

Jgn tanya aku. aku tak tau kenapa. entah. kosong. adekah ini dikatakan rmi sbgi 'intuisi liar'?

na, na, bete. jgn tanya aku. 

bukan aku buat satu pengorbanan besar. aku tertanya2, betul ke ape yg aku buat ni? dua minggu aku daftar, aku menyesal GILE. serius. tiap hari aku rse confused. betul ke pe aku pilih ni?

aku tak malu utk mengaku, aku sendiri malu mula2 utk ckp kt org course ape aku amek. maklumlah, anak'org2 len' dn kwn2 aku semuanya amik medic, engineering, akauntan, sains aktuari, n other things. 

hahaha.

habis nape aku amik cikgu? aku x habis2 terfikir,kalau la aku ambk biotek... mesti ini... mesti itu...

aku pernah dengr mak aku ckp " frustnye anak xde sorg amik doktor. yg atas semua engineer dah".

hancur lebur hati aku. dan aku juga perasan, bila org bercerita, perkataan 'maktab peguruan' dn perkataan'je' itu sudah sebati. cthnya,

"girlfren dia (ps, cte ni xde kne mengena ngan aku eh) tu kurg cerdik.masuk pon maktab perguruan je."

dan aku juga perasan, bile org tanya aku belajar kat mane, aku nak mnjwb maktab perguruan, mak aku segera mencelah, dia buat foundation je kat sane.. nnti fly ke australia..

mle2 aku sndiri rse slh pilih jln. lame2 aku nyampah. ape hinanya cikgu? org loser je ke yg msuk mktb perguruan? Tahukah korg, ade je student kt cni yg dpt straight A1, 10 A1. dn org pasti akn tanye die "dh tu nape kau masuk cni?"

wah.

tu dia.. org kene reject U je kot msk mktb perguruan ni.Org yg kurg cerdik kot. Ya, aku akui. Bukan semua masuk ni ikhlas nk jd cikgu.ade yg mmg no choice. ade yg knepaksa mak. dan pasal course aku la, ade yg masuk semata2 nak g overc. (ni satu lagi aku xphm.sanggup tnggal cte2 asal tu...)

Tp aku sgt kagum org ygmasuk cni dgn niat " ya,aku mmg nak jd cikgu".sbb kita dpt tgk cikgu yg sememangnya cikgu tulen ini selalunya kreatif, bersungguh2, dan semangat. berkaliber. puyoo. ade lagi hebat laa dr kwn2 aku yg blaja benda hebat tu (haha~ jgn terasa. bukan semua).  lagihebat la dr aku yg kononya blaja kt mrsm bitara nih. 

jgn pndg rendah pd org ygresult spm biasa. itu first thing aku blaja kt cni. sbb hidup, bukan ditentukan bedasarkan brape byk kite bce buku. hidup ade byk lg skill dn bakat yg perlu ade. kite xblaja cara nak berkomunikasi dalam buku teks.kite x blaja cra buat org ketawa dlm buku kurikulum. kte xblaja norma dn cara menilai keikhlasan dlm buku latihan. sbb ini hidup. hidup itu luas. bile kite dlm hidup, degree kita, pekerjaan kita, sikit sgt la. 

aku blaja kt mktb ni ygmanusia ad byk jenis. aku blaja yg bakat tak boleh ditiru. aku belaja tgk keihlasan seseorang dlm sesuatu. aku blajar mix dgn non-muslims.dn yg pling pnting, aku blajar utk tidak menilai seseorg bdasarkan slip result,atau course. sbb in the end,

sungguh pon aku msih blom whole-heartedly dn semangat gle nak jd cikgu, aku tahu yg aku tak buat pilihan salah.  aku belajar byk bnda baru (bukan dr segi akademik sj). I see the world through another point of view. dan aku berasa sgt seronok sbb aku tidak lagi malu dgn course aku dan aku hanya 'semata-mata' pelajar maktab perguruan. aku x kata aku dh btol2 berjiwa gurusejati. aku masih cube utk blaja dn mengutip ilmu utk jd cikgu yg baik.aku masih belajar utk mencintai bakal profesyen aku.

dn aku tak malu utk mengatakan,

AKU BANGGA MENJADI GURU.

Wan Hanis Arisya

The next day I went to the hospital and was able to give a closer look, sine the baby was now in the room with the mother.

She's real cute!! My first niece, my parents first grandchild. I'm the youngest, so I never really feel what its like to have a newcomer in the house.

It was nice.
She's so adorable.
So tiny.
So pure.

and she sleeps all the time. (inherited that from me, i guess.)

but i told ya didn't i?
i am not the kid's friendly type.
never ever.

i wonder what kind of aunt i will be?

My dove, My Baby Love

Monday 28/04/2008

My pregnant sis-in-law, kak aida was due on 12.05. But due to her high blood pressure, the doctor advised her to be 'induced' (the way I heard it). This morning me and umi went to the hospital and waited in her room (312). The will-be mother was in the labor room.
We waited.
Ok, things got a little bored, so me and umi walked to Ampang Point having one of those, you know, girlie times? sounds weird.

Umi got a call from my oldest bro, abang, and we scuttled back to the hospital. It was afalse alarm though. The baby was supposed to be matured (the way i heard it, with some doubts. Even a 16-year old can be quite immature, how could this niece of mine...oh, never mind) but looked like the baby wasn't very keen to see the world.

The water broke at about 3pm. Kak aida's temperature started to rise.She had to be given the epidural. She was suposed to give birth hours ago!

So the doctor decided to operate her. Caesars.

You know how in the movies the concerned relatives all wait anxiously outside the surgery room, and when the doctor came out, everyone surrounded the doctor, sent the doctor suffocated, asking how's my baby was, or how's my wife was, or how's my sister was, and everything?

It wasn't quite like that.

We waited in a room with a TV (Impak Maksima, starring Fasha Sandha and Awal Ashaari), and a nurse asked abang if he wanted to come inside and watch, and he wore this green uniform and a scrub, looked very cool and went inside. and the grown-ups talked about how the weather was shih shah shih shah. and the kids (kak aida's nieces and nephews) hoo haa n hoo haa. Yiyi and Imie sat talking, watching Impak Maksima. Me sat silently reading a Jeffrey Archer.

There was this cute little boy, aged two I think, called Muszaphar (or so I heard), kept playing near me. since I wasn't really err.. kids-friendly, I just smiled, and continued the reading. My brother Imie played with him. And they got real closed. He had a gift with kids.

Suddenly the door opened. My brother got out. Everyone just stared (no rushing). He said she was okay. The baby was okay. and we all rushed back to third floor, to see the baby. We could only watched the baby from outside the room with a big glass window. She was so tiny!
The nurses gave her a bath.

And Imie held Muszaphar up and pointed at the baby. he whispered in an sad-mocked voice.
"Tengok tu.. dah ada baby.. Apar dah x comel dah.."
Muszaphar's sister continued "yelah.. apar dh xglamer dah.."
The toodler's face was so funny! He looked so gob smacked and kinda blurred and you know, terlopong.

Imie continued " lepas ni kalau orang tanya, mana baby?? Apar dah x boleh angkat tgn dah.. org x tgk apar dah... " His voice was really gloomy and conspiratorial as he added a very slow and deliberate whisper.
"Booooooo..."

I coudnt stop laughing.

corrections! though...

Let me clarify first.
Not ALL chick lits or novels are like that. Seriously. You guys might read my previous post and say 'she's so shallow. I read a lot of books and only few have characters like that.'

Duh.

annoying, but addicting

CHICK-LITS EXAM

Define a hero-

1. amazingly good-looking
2. smells very sexily, thanks to the brilliant shampoo, plus the expensive and high-taste aftershave
3. owns a multi-billion company
4. born an extraordinary dancer (name it- tango, waltz, whatever)
   
5. charming (both in actions and words)
   
6. have a natural gift and ample sense in dressing style
   
7. somehow very caring, passionate, loyal
8. sensible
9. knows the exact thing to say in a dire situation
10. sweet
11. perfect
    

Define a heroine-

1. pretty (or beautiful, or cute, whatever in league)
   
2. have a great sense of humor
   
3. not necessarily successful
   
4. warm
5. caring
6. lovely
7. whaddaya call 'klam kabut'?
8. able to somehow 'fill an empty space inside the Macho Hero's heart'
9. make us laugh with a bang
   
10. special
11. lucky

NOVEL MELAYU EXAM

Terangkan apakah itu hero-

1. Lelaki kacak tapi kdg2 ego
   
2. Mewarisi syarikat keluarga (kadang2)
3. romantik (seram sejuk)
4. ayahnya Dato'
5. keretanya bergaya
6. suaranya seksi
7. alim jugak
8. suami ideal
9. berpendidikan tinggi
10. perfect

Terangkan apakah itu heroin-

1. Cantik (kiut dan sebagainya)
2. Kadang2 perangai xlah baik mana tapi takpe, sbb cantik. Beauty covers everything. mesti the Macho Hero akan tertarik dn mengubah perangai buruk heroin.
   
3. Kadang2 xkaya
4. keluarga biasa
5. pesaingnya dari golongan wanita tinggi bersolek dan bergincu tebal berkerjaya yg setaraf dgn the Macho Man.
6. Hati murni dan mulus
7. pandai masak
8. sweet dan kelakar
9. special

AMARAN: Bukan SEMUA macam ni. Certain types.

A friend asks me
"Are you jealous?"

The answer is a total NO. That's what I see, I observe.
I can actually guess what happens in the end. selected kind of people. The love story is the same. the plot is the same. the characters are the same.

yeah yeah.

annoying, but addicting.

what a poser

god. i hate chick lits. seriously. but why would i spend my beauty sleep's time reading one?

1am till 4am for Shopaholic & Baby *Good GOD, woman!*
prep time (long time ago) for The Mystery of Husbands *oh, self..*
One whole day (I had to read a line twice.Don't ask why.I wont tell) for The Little Lady Agency *Yeeesshh!*

There were others. The whole series of Shopaholics. And Can you Keep a Secret?. you know, others.

A total waste of time. But willing to spend money to buy those. And willing to fall onto my knees, to borrow from friends.

Good GOD, woman!!
I really hate chick-lits.
Though I love reading them.



What a poser.

I is for I-N-T-E-R-V-I-E-W

it was friday. I got the letter.
it was saturday. I went to Sab's house to use internet. Obtained information. resolved to read the info at night. but fell asleep.
it was sunday. went to Sab's house again. resolved to read the info at night. but fell asleep.
it was monday. I freaked out.

head = zero information
the borang = not even a box filled
the stupid essay = not a single word

relax, after all, i'm a world-class procrastinator (do not try this at home). i know exactly what to do.

right?

first, the essay. a truly vital thing. OK. no probs. switch on yiyi, my third bro's laptop (oh. by the way. yiyi is my brother's name. not the laptop's). Darn. The laptop had lancaring a mogok.

Never mind. I cud use my sec bro, Imie's laptop. Ok. No sweats. that was a lie. I did sweat a little. And I started an essay on you know, err, blowing one's trumpet? I didn't know I was quite good at it. Making a cross-country such a big deal. Like I was a hero. whatever.

Ran out to print the essay. bought lunch. what else I forgot? oh. right. the application forms. the borang. and it was, like 12 pm. relax. God, I was sweating like a sumo-wrestler (after a fight). and head was still had zero info. Abah was home. Rushed for a bath. Ironed the clothes. Done. went downstairs.

Umi shrieked
"U call that IRONED??!!!"
"Looked so kampung!!"

Yeah.

Never mind. Dear Umi, I love you. Read all the biotechnology thingies in a sweep. God. What Was This? abah called. ran to the car, managed to grab all the sijil and borang and whasoever. Grabbed a pen. A piece of advice. NEVER try to write anything in a car. A moving car, to b specific.

I was mortified.

Head = 0.15% info
oh ok.
1%

my name was called. with the lafaz of basmallah I knocked the door, and entered.

The End

surprise, surprise

the results were out

I wasn't nervous.
hey, seriously.
maybe because i 'sedar diri'. or maybe i was never interested in biotechnology anyway. i mean, i love English, Shakespeare and all, and i didn't think Shakespeare was interested in cells and respirations, or inertia and momentums, nor sodium chloride is actually a salt either.

ps: maybe he was interested, again, pardon me for my ignorance.

But the important thing was, i didn't. seriously. so i checked the jpa website. sorry, 91012011-**-***, you fail!!! Oh. So I... okay, i didnt feel anything. no tears. nothing. just... numb. i didnt care, right?

and i moved on, again.

until i got a letter. an invitation for an interview. under mara. monday. 3.00pm. biotechnology. oh. there must be a mistake. i mean, maybe someone else have the same name and live at the same address. then somebody told me,
"you idiot, cek kat web mara la, bukan jpa. kau kn mntak mara!"

oh. right.
just a goofy mistake.
after all, nobody's perfect.

M for M-A-R-A

one day, umi told me
"apply MARA scholarsip"
i said
"no-no"
she said
"try!"
i said
"but..."
she said
"GO."
so i said,
"yes madam"

the truth is, I was thinking, hey, thousands applied for the same thing. I got 8 A's and a B, and there were like, trillions with 9 A's or 10 A's or 11 A's et cetera et cetera applying for mara or jpa. My chances were like, a bill gate marrying paris hilton ( possible, but unlikely), or my brother marrying siti nurhaliza (which is totally impossible).

but i checked it out anyway.

Medic, engeneering, bla3 all impossible (each requires an A in chemistry). I like english, so i checked the requirements for TESL. (me, a MRSM teacher? kihkihkih)

Here what they wrote

Mendapat sekurang-kurangnya 2 A dalam matapelajaran
a) matematik (OK.pass)
b) BI (no probs)
c) BM (bring it on!)
d) biologi / fizik (yep2)
e) KIMIA / ekonomi.. bla3../ Ert/ bla3..

So in order to be an english teacher, i have to get an A in chemistry. Gosh, which dork created that rule?

so i moved on, brokenhearted. Looked like this B-er in chemistry passed the requirements for biotechnology ( yeah, failed to take Tesl but passed to take err.. this.) , and other strange things ( like jepun kesusasteraan) or whatever. pardon me for my ignorance. looked like if i want a mara scholarship, biotech is one of the options. I mean, actually, it is the only option.

ps: i hate science

biotechnology.
who actually like that?

Appreciate your sister lohhh..

Bismillah n salam,

Kepada yang mengenali saya, tau la kot saya ni anak tunggal perempuan. Bongsu pulak tu. Selalunya orang akan komen;
1. Mesti anak manja kan?
2. Bestnya kau... ada banyak abang...
3. Wuah.. macam puteri la ni?!

Tapi realiti, selalu berbeza daripada fantasi. Anak manja? Hm, kalau nak bandingkan, rasanya antara semua anak-anak umi ni, sayalah paling banyak sekali kena bebel dengan 'mem besar'. Yalah, kita kan perempuan, buat apa pun mesti sopaaann.. tak macam laki, laki buat salah macam kiut, perempuan kalau kata tak senonoh sikit dah kena jeling maut.

Maybe saya ni memang bukan jenis tak melawan kot.. bukannya apa, nak mati kena dgn abg2? Dari kecil, tak pernah lagi tangan diorang hinggap kat saya. Tangan umi abah ada la.. Yang tak puas hati la, perempuan ni agaknya dah sinonim dengan rajin.. malangnya, saya ni pemalas tahap dewa. Tak cukup dah dengan segala jelingan, bebelan, leteran, nasihat yang diberi, tak pernah insaf.

Kesian juga umi.. Berharap sungguh dia, satu-satunya anak dara dia berperangai senonoh dan sememangnya 'perempuan asli' (bukanlah bermakna saya perempuan celup.. saya perempuan sejati 100% tanpa pembedahan). masa kecil dulu saya lagi teruk, potong rambut pendek macam askar, pantang warna pink, benda2 girlish ni mmg x main la..

Tapi tulah, kadang-kadang saya stres x ingat.. abg2 saya umur jauh dari saya, maknanya kalau nak kata kitorang berkongsi masalah hati sama2, takde punya.. macam dalam tv cerita orang putih, adik beradik pegang tangan, cerita macam2 pujuk bila sorang tu sedih. Nak tunggu macam ni, tunggu kerbau pandai terbang dulu..

Tu yg sedih kot? tiga2 abang tu memang kamcing... baik punyaaa.. tapi saya terkatik kat tepi tak tentu hala. Teringinnya nak ada adik beradik perempuan, boleh kongsi cerita, benda2 alah wanita (ewah..), ni apa pun kena rujuk member.

Tu baru hal kawan, bila bab menjaga rumah ni.. bengang tau.. yalah keluarga saya xlah kaya mana, memang x mengupah orang gaji. kdg2 bila kita baru nak baring kejap
"Turun! Kemas meja!"
atau
"Turun! basuh pinggan!"
atau
"Turun! Masak nasi!"

Mmg small matter, tapi bila kita berpeluh2 dalam dapur, malaun2 tu bergolek dalam bilik tidur dengan nyenyaknya.. lepas tu, habis makan, dorg bergolek pulak depan tv. Masa tu rasa bengang sangat. Sedap lah hidup diorg macam tu.

Tapi, yang sebenar-benarnya, saya tak layak pun nak merungut. Ada sepupu saya, 9 orang adik beradik, dia kena masak semuanya, jaga adik-adik pulak. saya mmg tak reti nak layan kerenah budak2. Entah lah, kadang2 boring betul hidup macam ni (telah disebut yang saya ni sangat PEMALAS). Rasa x sabar nak keluar rumah, hidup sorang2 (kononnya, basuh baju sendiri pun malas), xpayah nak pikir pasal org lain. Tapi, tulah.

Banyak orang hidup lagi teruk. Saya memang tak tahu bersyukur. Asyik pandang orang yang hidup lagi senang. Orang gaji dua tiga orang. Duk kat rumah goyang kaki.

kalau abang2 saya tak ade, maka tak adalah juga blog ni, sbb yg membayar bil internet ni diorag juga. kalau diorg x ada, maka x adalah henpon saya, sbb abg sulung sy yang beli(kalau tunggu umi abah, bila agaknya tu? :p) Dan tanpa diorg, takdela laptop untuk saye curi pakai (komputer besar tu dah lame berasap), n tak adalah ASTRO untuk sy tgk CSI NY (fokus: det don flack yg hensem).

pendek kata, walaupun kdg2 letihnya (yeah.. org PEMALAS mmg cepat letih dan selalunya merasakan diri dia paling banyak buat krja) layan kerja rumah walaupun kadang2 nak tengok cerita CSI NY kt AXN nak tgk Det Don Flack yang hensem tu, atau bengang bila niat nak tengok tv tertunda sbb malaun2 tersebut nak tengok bola.. entah apa yg best pasal bola sebijik tu, saya tetap bersyukur sbb saya masih ada famili, bukan sebatang kara kt dunia.

secangkir kopi awal pagi

Start thing with basmalah - my nenek used to say
So here goes..
Bismillahhirahmanirahim..

Kali pertama buat blog sebenarnya, sebelum ni jangan kata tulis, baca orang lain punya pun tak pernah. I'll try my best, though..

Welcome and enjoy reading~