Siapa dia sebelum daku?

Hatiku berdetik kegembiraan dan aku tersenyum sendirian
bila aku dengar jawapan kekasih kepada teman baikku.

Aku tanya dia, "Rindu si ...?".
Dia jawab "Rindu..."
(Nama dirahsiakan di sini)

Rasa macam comel.
Walaupun bukan kekasih sendiri.

Dia mengaku kepada aku tentang perasaan rindunya.
Comel la.

He does not know it but he is my hero.

I meant to write about this earlier. But somehow deep down, I know that if I post this earlier I might make my mom worriedsick (well, she reads my blog). So, I decided to wait after raya. Just to ensure that she wont freak out to soon and is able to enjoy her raya.

The story is that my mom told me earlier that she already posted my baju raya and she said something about it might take more than two weeks to arrive. So, I marked my calendar, to be ready in case the postman buzz me to pick up parcel. And just around what time shall I expect the parcel.

So, one morning, as I was leisurely waiting at my office before the clock strike 10 am and I officially need to start work, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. I was a bit shocked but remained professional nonetheless.

It was my apartment building manager. He sorta started asking if I am Dzeti Alfina (cant really remember how he pronounce my name or my Malaysian home's address. But if it was not for the serious matter, I might just laugh because it was hilarious).

Asking me this weird questions like if I am staying in my current address and other weird stuff (at this point not knowing who he was and why he is calling). Being a professional phone interviewer, I was a bit reluctant to share the details. I asked him first the reason of his call. After listening to him, my heart skip a bit. Deym you post people!

He said that he found a parcel addressed to me in a garbage bin.

He sorta thought the postman left the parcel outside my post box (because parcel too big compared to post box). Maybe some inconsiderate stupid people throw the parcel out. Because it was left there for days. I rarely checked my post box. But he was just assuming that.

The parcel arrived after 6 days instead of more than two weeks. I was not prepared to check my mailbox daily to anticipate for my pretty baju raya yet (I was supposed to do that the next week). Bravo for the speed. Not so much for the delivery.

When I saw him to pick up the parcel, I asked him why don't the postman buzz me or left a call card like usual. He said, maybe because this :

See there. No signature required.
So he can just not send the parcel.
Or leave it anywhere he wanted.

It was a blessing that I did got the parcel after all. And my building manager becomes my hero. I used to be skeptical towards him. For no reason. Stop judging people, dzeti. He just looked weird for a building manager.

Here are the parcel's pictures before being torn open by me and me screaming happily to see my pretty baju raya. You've seen my baju raya. No need for me to show pictures here.

Thank you mama.

Despite that, I was happy. I straight away tried it on and snapped a few pictures and YM it to my mom. At that point, I havent told her any of this. Just told her the happy part that it fits and I looked so deym glamorous. This post is just sorta reminder to others if you wanna send parcel and such. Oh, and bragging about my pretty baju raya, mind you.

Moral of the story : For future reference, please ensure that your parcel needs to be signed upon receiving.

p/s: If I can, I will try not to make my mom worried much. Especially with her being faraway. I understand that being a faraway mom is hard on her as she is unable to care and love enough for her children. I want her to always know that I am a happy and well. Always. Thus, worrying is not a feeling I wish for her to have.

Sukan Air

Semalam lepas hanta esaimen, buat pool party. Takde la party sangat, cuma berendam sampai bau klorin menyengat satu badan dan mata merah je. Bila bagitau mama nama-nama orang yang berendam bersama-sama, mama tanya,

"Tak melimpah ke air kolam tuh?"

Ketawa sahaja.

Mungkin jugak melimpah sebab Min kata kolam tu sangat dalam. Dia kena jengket. Selama ni berendam, tak rasa pun dalam. Haish.

Ini bukan kisah si Tanggang

Orang kata kalau kutuk-kutuk jangan sekali libatkan makbapak.

Orang kata lagi, kalau dia berperangai *sedemkian jangan nak salahkan makbapak.

Setuju.

Lagipun, kita tak kenal sangat pun makbapak dia. Tak tahu pun macam mana makbapak dia didik dia. Tak pasti pun punca perangai *sedemikian. Mungkin makbapak dia dah nasihat banyak-banyak kali. Tapi dia degil.

Kalaupun itu salah makbapak dia, kalau dia dah dewasa maka dia dah ada pemikiran sendiri. Haruslah gunakan akal itu untuk memilih tidak mngikut jejak langkah makbapak. Dan kalau buat salah, pandai-pandai la tanggung sendiri dan jangan nak salahkan orang lain. Atau cuba rasionalkan perbuatan* sedemikian. Terutama didikan makbapak. Lainla kalau, dia adalah kanak-kanak ribena lagi.

Lagipun, bila dah besar panjang, tak ramai makbapak yang betol-betol tahu apa aktiviti anaknya. Tambahan akitiviti *sedemikian. Bukan sebab tak amik tahu tapi lebih kepada anak-anak tanak beritahu atau jenis yang beritahu separuh-separuh saja. Tambahan yang jauh di mata.

Anak-anak pulak, jangan lupa, kita sentiasa membawa nama makbapak kita. Terutama di kawasan orang suka bergossip. Setiap tindakan, pastikan kita sentiasa menjaga nama baik mereka. Berfikir sebelum bertindak.

*sedemikian = letaklah perangai yang tak elok yang kau mahu.

Looks can be deceiving

Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons
Why I should be the one you choose
All those other girls, well, they're beautiful
But would they write a song for you?

- Taylor Swift


Me in my room with my pink baju raya before Raya celebration.

Can't wait for the Hari Raya

Haish~

I jinx my possibilities in a month-full fasting as I mentioned it too early in my blog. Now, I no longer can.

Succeeded making my one kuih raya dis year. Just one.

Eaten most of them while doing it in noon

p/s: So comel when somebody searched at Google for cupcake raya and got misled to my blog instead.

sentiasa buat aku tersenyum

sampai bila-bila

Sea Deep Love

It is never easy arranging/organising something for another 26 people to agree. Individuals have different needs and desires. Catering to each one of them is, in short, pain in the ass. So far, I’ve manage to do just fine by ignoring some and maybe doing consensus decision.

HR always been the one person I babble at about stuff I have to endure while I manage some of the cohort stuff. Even when sometimes I am so furious at some stupid excuses that people provide. He will listen. As he always does. Or I'll make him listen anyway. Nodding when required and saying stuff when appropriate.

I am not complaining about the workload. Or the stuff I have to do to ensure we can still call ourselves a cohort. I don’t mind doing it at all as long as people cooperate with me. Be a considerate person. It is just common courtesy.

An example so close to my mind is during the sailing trip I organised, I opened a poll for people to vote. 14 out of 26 people voted. All you have to do is click a mouse. And maybe some thinking if you wish to. Was it that hard? Are you that deym busy? Like I have nothing better to do? I volunteered myself to do all the hardwork coz I know no one will and Sheryll will continue ranting on if not, you just have to do the simple stuff. Choosing from the options I have painstakingly provided.

Ok. Enough feeling sorry for myself.

HR once suggested to me, just for my ears that everyone should once organise an event so that they can feel the pressure and the burden so that next time they know to always cooperate. Or care. And I just laughed.

When Ramadhan was nearing last month, I was a bit worried if people requested for ‘Cohort 4 Iftar’ or ‘Cohort 4 Raya’. I am in no mood to organise one. And somebody asked. I mean a lot of people asked actually, I just simply said I have no idea. Even that I like the idea but I have no desire at all to arrange one. Luckily Farah stepped up and volunteered to lead one iftar nite. Yay! It was a blast with great food.

Then, somebody suggested Raya Celebration, I asked Farah if she wanted to continue her success work, she, with-high-spirited said no. I just laughed. She said she have enough already. After some persuasions, Min and Pikah agreed to be the host of the Raya Celebration which will be held this Monday.

I am still thinking about the dish that I'm gonna cook for that day. I hope I will get inspiration soon.

Anyway,

Selamat Hari Raya

Maaf Zahir Batin

p/s: I am going to be a teacher one day and this stuff will just be some experience that I can look back one day and think of ways to improve my leadership skills.

dam dim dum bunyi mercun

Bila tgk org letak link blog kat blog mereka pastuh akan kelihatan la bila blog tersebut latest update. Aku jadi sedikit tekanan bila tgk blog dekat link blog aku tertera 'one week ago'. Aku tau takdak sapa peduli pun tapi aku akan rasa oblige untuk bagi link blog aku jadi '2 hours ago' atau apa2 la yg sewaktu dengannya. Haruslah kena update. Sengal kan aku? Tetapi sesungguhnya ketahuilah, aku bangga sangat kalo anda letak link blog aku. Ye, aku bangga. Terima Kasih. Aku akan kerap lawat blog anda, sebab nak tgk nama blog sendiri. Loser sedikit kan?

nampak tak link aku? 4 days ago
ini dari blog nye si nisah

Aku lemah sedikit kalo bab2 kalo komen blog orang pastuh kena verification. Atau beli tiket online. Sebab aku mmg slow bab2 melihat huruf2 tersebut. Mesti kena buat 2-3 kali. Memang tak terer ah, penah sampai givap. Memang aku sengal.

Ha, mcm ni la. Payah tau utk aku

Semalam HR ajak shopping raya. Mak aih, kalo shopping ngan perempuan penat, dengan lelaki pun sama je. Dah lama takde kasut raya. Tahun ni ada kasut raya untuk cik Dzeti. Azam tahun ni nak p raya dekat tempat tak perlu buka kasut, baru la umpph tayang kasut raya. Tahun ni tak buat kuih raya. Malas~ Oh ye tahun ni puasa penoh. Rasanya mcm first time. Masa kecik2 dulu mcm ada je yg tinggal sebab demam la penat la. Bila besar tinggal sebab benda lain. Penoh babe! Bangga~


Aku pantang sedikit kalo orang tak balas sms aku bagi. Dah. No further comment.

Sudah terang lagikan bersuluh

HR pernah tanya, kalau orang tuh tak update2 blog dia, adakah orang tersebut sedang menjalani hidup yang supercool hingga tak berkesempatan untuk mem'blog' tentangnya, ataupun hidupnya terlampau superdull sehingga tiada apa yang worth it untuk di'blog'kan?

Aku senyap saja.

Sebab aku tau, dia cuba rasionalkan sebab2 dia tak update2 blog. Seseungguhnya aku tak mau rasionalnya. Aku hanya mau dia update blog dia.

Muka tipikal HR.
Btw, rambut botak ini aku yang potong ketika lewat malam.
Ini pun dah kira panjang semula.

a lesson

Ada kala Tuhan berikan sedikit kesusahan kepada kita

sebab Dia nak kita belajar untuk menghargai dan bersyukur..

Lalala~

3 Words 8 letters. Say it and I'm yours.

IDK why today I'm very rajin to blog. Anyway, as I was searching for materials for next assignment, I accidentally click Malaysian Artist Gossip site and I found something shocking. I feel like sharing it with you guys.

Aku tau, tajuk memang dramatik. Isi copy paste je.

Norman Abdul Halim, 37, melangsungkan perkahwinan dengan Shireen Mardziah Hashim, 44, pada 7 Ogos 2009 di Masjid Saidina Umar Al-Khattab, Bukit Damansara. Akad nikah disempurnakan dengan hanya sekali lafaz. Norman ialah abang sulung kumpulan KRU dan yang paling lambat berkahwin selepas Edry dan Yusry. Norman ialah CEO Kumpulan KRU Studio manakala Shireen ialah CEO KRU International. Mereka bercinta selama dua tahun. Majlis perkahwinan diadakan secara sederhana. Mereka berbulan madu seminggu di New Zealand. Shireen ialah sepupu kepada Milia iaitu isteri Edry dan adik ipar Norman. Norman dan Shireen mula berkenalan di majlis pernikahan Edry-Milia 11 tahun yang lalu. Ini merupakan perkahwinan pertama Norman, namun yang ketiga bagi Shireen. Dia masih belum mempunyai anak dari dua-dua perkahwinan sebelumnya. Turut hadir di majlis perkahwinan mereka ialah Mawi, Ekin, Maya Karin dan Datuk Shake. Semoga kekal bahagia. Selamat pengantin baru.

Source: http://www.artismelayu.net/norman_kahwin.html

Ahhh.. kecewa nya.

Aku ingatkan dia janji nak kahwin sama aku.

Kecewa.

Hati pecah dua.

Of Tortilla Wrap and Tyra Banks

I'm loving my new lifestyle. The one that I abide to my alarm clocks. It never work before. But nowadays I can find myself reaching out to the alarm and shut it off, take few turns in my lovely duvet and opened my eyes slowly. Especialy time sahur. No one has to kejut me anymore.


I am used to wake up at 4.30ish for my sahur. Hang awhile before Subuh prayers around 5.15ish and only then slowly drifted back to dreamland or just watch stuff on laptop until next agenda on the list.

At 4.30am, TV2 provides Trya Shows. Which is not my favourite thing in the world, but cool enough. As I munch my food, I just nod along with whatever topic she discuss. Some are interesting and some are just lauhing materials to accompany me eating.

Interestingly today, as I flick my TV on, Tyra shows just ended (at 4.28ish). I thought maybe Tyra Show is back to back. To my surprise, it is NOT!

4.30am today, TV2 shows some bible theme story. I was furious. Haish. Bosan betol.

I just listen to this guy preaching about the fifth or was it sixth commandment : Respect your parents. Nasib baikla tajuknya menarik. I just watch here and there. It discusses about the length of how and why you should respect your parents, nothing that I don't know.

Luckily, my sahur meal was delicious. Tortilla wrap. A bit cold as it was prepared around 9.00pm last night. With hot hot nescafe. I got the perfect meal while I continue flicking the channel to find more cool stuff to watch.




I decided to blog to avoid from sleeping before Subuh. Which I succeded. Baru je azan Subuh. YES!

Off to my prayer.

Merdeka Malaysia Merdeka

I know it's kinda late to wish Selamat Hari Merdeka. Urm, do people wish others for this celebration? Seems awkward. Anyhow, I just wanna say this year celebration is just boring as last year since I live abroad.

I am proud though. From afar.

Being Malaysian, we are accustomed to our own ways and etiquettes and manners and courtesy. Just today as I was hanging out with my workmates, they were saying that Asian students, if kept in a class for 7 hours, they would not make much noise and study obediently as compared to Islanders that need to move about noisily every ten minutes (True, according to own experience. With limitation of course).

We Malaysians have unwritten sets of rules that we follow. Not because we are losers with no life that only like to follow but never lead, but it just how we have been brought up, or I can proudly say, I have been brought up. Just some simple expectations on how to react.

I mean, it's common courtesy, if you are absolutely late, sms first to not let the others know. If you are going to someone's house, bring food. If you already RSVP, do come. If it is required of you to attend, show your face. If you feel others might be worried about you, let them know you are alright. If you don't know, ask around. And others.

These simple things that would make many other peoples life easier. Much much easier. It is just to show that we do consider other people feelings. And Malaysians are famous for this. This simple stuff reflect who we really are and how we are brought up. (Mahu tak mahu, akan kena tempias kepada ibu bapa kita juga).

Selamat Hari Merdeka.

please be considerate to others

p/s: Aku tak tahu apa tema merdeka tahun ini.

Selamat Hari Lahir Adik Lelaki ku

Namanya ialah Ahmad Syahmi.

Dia berumur 18 tahun tahun ini.
Dia lahir pada 3 September.
Sekarang menuntut di Kolej Mara Banting.
Cita- cita nak jadi doktor.
Idolanya adalah Dr Gregory House.
Tahun lepas dapat hadiah sweater dari kakak.
Tahun ni dpt kiriman sms cukup lah kan?

Ami & Arif bergaya makan aiskrim Movenpick

Ini kami ketika summer di Auckland Domain.

Walaupun kami selalu bergaduh semasa kecik2, kami tetap sayangkan antara satu sama lain. Aku dapati semakin mature umur adik2 aku, semakin jiwang mereka menjadi. Tapi tak kisahah, kerana mereka tetap sayang padaku~


Ucapan untuk si dia.


Dear Ami,

Semoga panjang umur dan murah rezeki.
Ceria-ceria selalu.
Jangan dipikirkan tentang yg lepas.
Bunga bukan sekuntum.
Belajar rajin2.
Mintak2 la dapat fly tempat2 yg menarik, boleh kakak dtg melawat (atau honeymoon di sana).
Jaga diri elok2.
Sembahyang jgn tinggal.

Happy Belated Birthday

Kakak.



p/s: Maaf la lambat post.