LovetillJannah

You know how HR always gotta be HR.

He loved his gadgets, like literally glued his face and squinty eyes on them. To the point that I felt jealous and I gave him ultimatum,

"No gadgets whatsoever on the bed."

He slept on the carpet in the room!

Talk about priorities, people!

And to think that all of  you think I'm too clingy and jealous? Right?

Love, Love, Love Everywhere

It has been officially two years!

I still got breakfast in bed, ahhh well, just before he left for KL first.

Demi anak bangsa katanya.

Life as a working wife

This time around, me and HR went groceries shopping together, quite recently.

I bought another bottle of cooking oil. Still the 1 litre kind.

HR commented that he just bought oil. Which is true.

I explained to him, now that I no longer teaching for 30-period-of-English-per-week, I am no longer very lethargic every evening. I can cook like all the time.

Which I did. 

I still arrived home around 4.30ish every evening, with meetings and co-curricular activities and yadda yadda yaddaa (who am I kidding?), but I feel more energetic. I feel that I can focus more and do more for the kids. 

Oh yeah, there is no point to the post.

I just realized that too.

Pilihan Alfina tetap HR

The other day, I was watching a drama. Malay drama. A cerekarama; Pilihan Rozana.

I was watching alone as HR was in the other room doing his music thingie.

Guitar, 

Keyboard

Microkey

Amplifier

Tuneport

Microphone included. 

I prefer to watch alone anyway because HR loves to complain about everything in a Malay drama. 

The storyline

The actors

The dialogue

The make up

The props

The location

The food

The wardrobe

The music

Basically, everything.

After a while, he came and seek for me in the living room. And he did what he did best. I had to finally stop him from disturbing me. 

"Abang, ini pilhan Rozana ok! Rozana! Bukan pilhan Hisyam!" I didn't use the exclamation mark of course. However, HR didn't budge. Finally, I switched off the television and said we should sleep. 

After all, it was Saturday night and Sunday is a school day for us in Johore.

JohorLeads!  

Grease-y Love

HR was out and about the other day. He asked me if we need anything in the kitchen.

Honestly, a lot.

But because HR is HR, I told him to buy us cooking oil. Just the 1 litre kind.

Which he bought, the expensive one! Aha! Amateur!

But it's okay.

To make mistake is to learn.

Big Bad Wolf

Since the earliest relationship I knew that me and HR have different preferences in music, movies and books. We fought about it sometimes like he kept insisting me to like Will Ferrell and I had to justify a gazillion time to him why Peeta Mallark is way, way, way better than the other guy (The Hunger Games). 

He would tolerate my quirk of must-park-at-the-nearest-mall-entrance while I always remember where he put all his stuff, including where he park the car when in mall. 

While I let him have one room for his fanboyism and loud music (read: guitar stuff), he always amuses me with his rendition of Yuna and Back Street Boys. He would let me have Jacob Black as wallpaper while I tolerate his comics' heroes.

Since, one of his birthday coupons is books from BBW sale, we went there. 

As I learned my lesson, (to only buy books that I truly read not because of it's so cheap, we must buy so that I'll read it someday attitude; 'someday' never arrives), I focus on finding Suzanne Collin's writing and maybe Dorothy Koomson if any. 

As expected, once we entered the BBW (after I memorized where we park our car), we went our separate ways. Me in the fiction section while HR was lost in the comics and music sections. We crossed path several times. 

You would think I mind, shopping together but not truly together. 

I don't honestly.

But knowing HR's unconditional love towards me, he actually did try to find The Hunger Games books collection for me (which had sold out on the preview day itself, blergh!) first. He tried high and low, even asking the shop assistant.

That's why I wouldn't mind the difference much. We complete each other. 

p/s: I bet you remember all the tales I told you about his fondness to walk. Walk. Walk.   

Before and After

I'm keeping you round to keep you around. 

Everyone can grow older, not many really want to grow up.

The Husband, HR, officially turns 26 recently.

I had to really scratch my brain to find the perfect gift to him. I already gave him all the brilliant useful gifts throughout our relationship. So hard to top myself after being lovey-dovey for so long. I am too awesome. It wouldn't be that difficult if I had all the money in the world. Lol. 

Since I couldn't really afford to buy iPhone 5S that I originally wanted to buy for him, I had to improvise. (I hate it when he glued his face to the gadgets, still I want to buy him more gadgets. Such mix signals I'm giving.)

After a while, I decided to give him 26 small tokens of turning 26.

And I concluded it would be awesome to do a treasure hunt. 

But I couldn't really hide 26 stuff in my parents' house. NOT MANY PLACES that HR is familiar with. Plus, there's too many hands that are very diligent in cleaning the house, they might just throw and ask aloud about the clues hidden.  

I chose 8 gifts with 8 places to hide for him to hunt. 8 because he is born on 8 December. (Even 12 for December is too much for me to take on. Lazy-arse).

It's not a plus side on my part since I decided this at the very last minute. Very last minute. And HR was constantly in the house. By my side. 

The smart me thought to do everything by coupons. Since I had no time and no privacy.

I made coupon for all the tokens I wanted to give him. Which he had redeemed mostly. 

He didn't suspect a thing, being clueless as he is. Which made everything a blast!

I wish as he turns 26 he will be more alert and present. 

  

       

Happy Birthday, darling!

p/s: He had to help me to buy the ingredients and also bake the cake since I forgot to bring mixer. He had to be the mixer machine for me.

not yet .. not yet ..

During the school holidays, HR once asked me, I wonder why you never bother to wake me up in the morning anymore. 

He thought it was weird. Me, waking up early, doing stuff downstairs (in KL obviously) like bugging my tok, disturbing my mom with her sequins and diamonds and crystals for the tudungs or even online aimlessly.

Basically not bugging him. 

I have no idea how to answer that.

I never really like Twitter

I think it is too short for me to write.

I like to explain stuff.. I like sharing stories. Happy stories. Sweet memories. I like making people happy. I like teaching. From my mistakes. From my errors. I like being inspiration to others. Above all, I like being right. 

Who doesn't?

After a long hiatus from writing, I turn to TV watching. 

I absolutely love watching English TV Series and being obsessed with all the characters, Claire Dunphy (Modern Family), Chuck Bass (GG), Blair Waldorf (GG), Sucre (Prison Break), Brooke Davis (OTH) and others. 

Due to some sorta technical glitch I now have to endure MALAY TV Series. Which day by day I grew accustomed too. I now need to know the ending of the story. Need to know who is the victim (it is usually very easy). I need to know what other cheesy name can their characters be, Fira Ayuni, Luna Najwa etc. I am know always with laptop in front of my (newly-finally-off-debt) TV.

If HR is around, he will always yapping about the flaws. Which I notice and I choose to ignore. It also means I have to ignore HR non-stop blabbing as well. That I can do too easily. Hahaha.

So, until one point HR just banned me from watching those dramas.

He claimed that I am turning into those characters that I watched. I am being overly dramatic. When I gossiped, I am so Joyah, in fact too Joyah. When I am mad, I turned to the most hideous strict step-mother a Malay drama can ever have.When I am too nice, even that Jannah seemed gediks.

And being a good wifey that I am, I stop. 

I feel free now. To be myself. 

Thank HR for keeping up with me.

Moon so bright, Night so fine

The other night when I was strolling in the car with HR, we saw the most beautiful round and yellow moon. I was in awe of amazement,

Grabbing his chance, HR in his deep romantic voice said that I'm gonna be his moon forever. Because I'm round, you see.

Naturally, I screamed and and yelled. Because I'm in denial about being round.

In reply, jokingly I told him that he is going to be my apam forever. Because he is getting 'gebu'er by day. My doing nonetheless.

He said he loves to be my apam forever. Because, then, I can yell whenever he returns home, Yay, apam balik!

Gosh, he's cute!

Love is always about a fight~

After weeks of persuading HR to change the bulb inside our room, he finally did last weekend.

It's not much a matter of don't know how, it is more on lazy-ass to borrow stairs from the neighbour thing. In which I agree and had no say in the matter cause I am too, lazy ass.

After finishing changing the bulb (not borrowing ladders nonetheless, HR rather risk his life with layers of chairs and tables), he played with the long bulb. He claimed it is his light saber.

The best part is when HR said, hmmm... There's no one to attack. I shall attack you.

So there I was, defending myself from a light saber.

Yup, that's how I spend my weekend afternoon (after cooking and feeding HR).

Nightmare

HR had a dream the other night.

Or as he said it a nightmare.

He told me he dreamed  that I was kidnapped. That he was so scared and sad. Then, he went on and on to elaborate the intense details of the event. It ended with, then he woke up.

Then he mentioned he saw me sleeping soundly next to him.

Then?

What did he do?

He slept again. Waking up late. The usual.

No heroic event.

Solat Jumaat

Remember this?

I married that geeky boy.

Look here.

See that smug face of his?

Recently, HR mentioned to me about one of his worries. Of the world.

It happened usually during Solat Jumaat.

No, not about the solat or the khutbah.

About him have to endure the 30 minutes of looking at the shirts/uniforms with grammar errors.

He is surrounded with people wearing shirts with grammar errors.

"When they time they need. Save Gaza"

"Strive for excellent."

"People make different."

Because I am a lazy ass wifey

He is working his cute ass off at the tuition centre currently.

And he send me this.

Best Question Paper EVVVER!

Yapping about nothingness is what I do best

I like talking to HR. I mean really talking about stuff. Politics, theories, nonsensical fun fact but especially about music.

He is smart.

I like especially discussing lyrics and song meanings. That is my forte. We would spend hours discussing and listening again and again to the same song.

But above all, I like talking with him because when we come to any disagreement, he would let me win. Even when is clear I have no stand and no basis for my argument. He just let me.

p/s: You should listen to his interpretation of The Thong Song. Lols.

My lullaby

HR likes it when I ask him to sing me to sleep.

He will do all the guitar parts which he knows I cannot stand.

One night after telling him off again for doing the guitar parts, he finally settled for a song. The Thong Song by Sisqo. Complete with the rap and all.

Well, at least he didn't do the guitar parts.

*

Ooh dat dress so scandalous
And ya know another nigga couldn't handle it
See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in ya eye so devilish

=)

Seven months on cloud nine and counting...

Us

The other night I decided to work on a project with HR. That's decided after we had spent most of our evening playing card games. 

Since we have different interests, it was quite hard to decide on what to do. He felt my preferences to do scrapbooking was too girly for him while I thought his proneness to sleeping is driving me cuckoo.

So, since I was in the mood for typing and he would never say no to guitar time, we collaborated to produce a song. Me, of course on the lyric and him the music (read: guitar and other electrical stuff, including voice).

I felt so productive. Plus I really like my lyric. It's cute.

Perhaps I'll share more once HR completed the final touches on the song.

He is somewhat perfectionist. I hope he could focus that energy elsewhere. But i can continue being hopeful right?

My everything man

This is the continuation to this post. I know it is long overdue. But the time is right now.

What happened was, our tyre blew. To pieces. In a dark highway.

We were alright. But I was scared shit. But I didn't go into panic attack. Lucky me. And him. Our phones were both functional. We could still call, sms, bbm and whatsapp. Facebook too if we desired. 

Since it was my dad's car. I called him first. Specifically him because I rather not my mama worries because it was at night and she just had her heart surgery. He told on me. To my mama. But all in all, my mama was the logical person to call as she tried to guide me on what to do, with the help . 

Above all these to and fro calling and calming each other, I never once thought HR could change the tyre. Not once. He showed braveness of course, looking calm and casual. But we both know underneath the facade, we were both apeshit scared.

So, in the darkness, alongside HR's awesome Samsung Galaxy W torchlight, near the busy highway in Pagoh, we changed the tyre. Man, it was hard. Hard because the tyre is the one facing the incoming fast and furious traffic. While busy jumping to unscrew the bolts, we had to somehow made sure we would not be hit by the hugeass lorries. Extra hard due to the extravagant tyre rim that my dad installed. Later, we jumped again to screw the bolts. And again, made sure we would not be hit by the hugeass lorries

We succeeded. 

So, the moral of the story is never to underestimate your man. Even though he likes to joke around, make funny faces and eat and sleep a lot. Who knew what else he is capable of. 

Here it is,

the birthday man, 

                                                                       and the tyre.

No longer a boy at the age of 25.

Happy Birthday, abang.

May our life fills with happiness and prosperity.

 Always.

A proud wife,

Dzeti.