The two of us

Me and HR had this tendency to ask the other person questions we know the answer too. Rhetorical you might say. But, that's is just how we roll. 

"Sapa yang tak gantung kunci kereta ni?"

"Who left the lights on?"

"Who forgot to throw the rubbish again?"

"Whose cekak is this?"

We know it is just us two in the house. If it is not me than him. But we like to ask and annoy the other person anyway.

Can I wish that I have a baby so that I can say, "It's the baby!"

Chocolate-y

The other day when I mentioned HR went away on our anniversary day, I would never had guessed the teachers from his trip would actually bought us (read:me) a gift.

It was so thoughtful. 

It was so shocking.

I felt shy shy cat.

So sweet. Their gift was so yummeyh!

Thanks a lot!!

She is my friend. She is not single.

I have this one close friend in school. We hang out sometimes.

So this one time, we went out, shopping. School stuff of course.

We talked. We gossiped. We shopped, of course.

For more than 2 hours.

Suddenly I saw myself in the mirror.

I looked like hell. Like a person who just woke up and went shopping. With the senget tudung and what not.

I asked her.
Why? Why? Why didn't you tell me?

She simply said, "Oh, aku ingatkan itu memang style ko!"

Ouch!

You know she is more than a colleague when she said that. And when she just laugh along when I said, "Siot ko, Tasha!!"

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.

Being human part 2

Christina Perri also sings something about being human.

The first few verse of her song, she sings about how she is being forced to do anything but still being vulnerable.

After a few chorus, she changed the word 'but' into 'because'. Which makes the song even more meaningful. 

So, people!

Let's be human and be strong.

I can fake a smile

I can force a laugh

I can dance and play the part

If that's what you ask

Give you all I am

Suits

To balance my fondness of Malay Dramas, I, too watch English Series. 

Currently, HIMYM has ended. I hate the ending. I hate.. I despise.. I feel enraged..

I am team Robin and Barney. Always and Forever.

Moving on.

Now, I am watching Suits. I absolutely love the intense drama and smart awesome counter moves by each party. It somehow makes me feel smarter. Lol.

HR however always needs extra time to digest stuff especially with whatever the female is doing especially Rachel because he hates Rachel with guts. Whenever Rachel does something he will always ask me the logic, the reasoning behind how women's brain works. 

Totally, Men From Mars and Women From Venus situation. 

At the end of the day, he will oooh.. and aaah.. But somehow he still hate Rachel.

One simple example is when Rachel said something like, "I will support whatever decision you make but I will not give anything concerning my opinion," upon Mike Ross, the boyfriend making decision on a job offer.

Hisyam does not understand why can’t she just say her opinion. He was just asking for her opinion and he might not use the said opinion.

This is because, once you asked, and once you answered, it will become real. What she wants. 

Mike Ross knows what she wants. She knows what she wants. But saying it will make it real. And if happens that he does not do what she wants, hearts will be broken. 

I don't know how to explain better, I think it is true men and women think differently. With different logic.

Both are smart in their own way.

As Scottie said to Harvey, "Have Donna explain your feelings for you?" when Harvey came to apologise. Harvey needs someone like Donna to peel each layer of his feelings (ego, huh!)

p/s: Hisyam always said, "There's the right way and there's Hisyam's way!" whenever I tried to tell him to do stuff.

I've been watching too much Jiwa

I personally think Malay Dramas have improved a lot in terms of acting, plot and settings.

They still however always assume that bad people, gangsters or mobs hang out or meet at the dodgy place where all the rats and cockroaches would love to join them.

With the income that they supposedly have, they can meet at any place under the sun. Including awesome eateries in Suria KLCC. Right?

Just my two cents.

Being human

The other day I watched Green Lantern (the one with Ryan Reynolds (but I still root for Ryan Gosling, in any movie)), I like one quote by him,

"I'm only human. But It does not mean I am weak. It means I am vulnerable."

It means, we can be wounded or get hurt. We are open for assault or criticism. But, we are human.We forget things easily as well. We recover. 

So, hold on to that thought. 

We are not weak!

Teachers-know-best

It's interesting to have your husband working in the same profession with you. For one, on bad days, he always understands when you said the kids drive you nuts that day and you need time off from cooking. He always allows me to buy cool stuff for the kids esp now that I am a class teacher. 

Bad thing is when I have to understand why he has to stay overnight during camps or work extra hours to train the marching kids. 

We are also able to finish each other sentences when 'mocking' the kids excuses.

"Teacher, buku apa?"

"Ni saya dah tulis. Literature."

"Teacher, buat apa dengan kertas ni?"

"Senyum je kat kertas tu, nanti dia senyum balik kat awak!"

"Sir, tak bawak..."

"Teacher, selang tak?"

"Kalau selang, cantik. Kalau xselang, jimat."

"Selang x cikgu?"

There's no winning with the kiddos. On the good days, their attitude makes you laugh. On bad day, oh, let's just pray for no bad days in teaching. 

p/s: U know how I try to cater to gardner's mutiple intelligence, writing what u say on the board (visual learners), repeating your words (oral learners), mimicking my words and asking them to do the same (kinesthetic learners) and even rhyming them for them musical bunch, it does not usually work. They just simply needing you to over and over and over answering them. No intelligence at all. Sometimes maybe me and hisyam should come up with the Multiple Idiocies.

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.

Too Long Too Loud

I went to a wedding the other day. At a hotel. Not a bragging post, I assure you.

After so much talking, gossiping and drinking the free-flow juice that kept on coming, I went to the loo. 

There's only one cubicle and apparently it was kinda hard to lock. After inspecting the mechanism for a while, I decided to just go with it. I was on the very peak, if you know what I mean. As I was going in the cubicle, another guest walked in the toilet. I smiled at her and I continued with my business. 

It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice. It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice.It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice.It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice.It was very quiet in the toilet. And I drank a lot of juice.

And unlucky for me, the toilet is the no bidet kind. 

I went on with my very long loud business.

Embarrassing, I tell you. Very embarrassing. In my mind at that time, I don't know the other guest. We will never meet again. I had to do what I had to do.

I went out from the cubicle after being so loud, I saw another guest. She immediately knew me! And she started talking to me. 

Dang! 

together ~

Not dead yet

Already in my bed

Curving on my side

With red skin tight

Step out for a walk

In the alley so dark

Flower in one hand

Sweets on the other end

I will never be a substitute

He is on my pursuit

Please don’t be rude

You are not even cute

Not yet dissipate

Snug print of my butt

From the leather seat

Yet your g-string held tied

Stir up a coffee

No sugar for me

I might be bossy

But I am a beauty!

The arched physique makes me sick

Mahogany mystique, not epic!

Might be slick but can’t apply a lipstick

You are not my replacement

He will not be abandon

Love for him will never lessen

In fact you are not a woman

Shit, its a guitar!

He is back for good

Yesterday. 

So sad that I couldn't see him. Not until my school break. Sometime by the end of March. 

He will be in Penang by this week to continue his dream. 

Sad. 

And Happy. 

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.