Bazinga!

I am so into TV Shows. Thats no secret.

Right now, I am on The Big Bang Theory re-run. I know the season is currently 12 but I am still on Season 11 and loving it.

I once asked HR, which couple are we?

Me expecting to be like Leonard-Penny coz she is pretty and I am pretty too.. (Don't judge!)

His answer totally surprise me. According to him, we are Bernadette and Howard. And it is because I am tiny yet loud.

Look at what I found.. Look at the year..

WRITE A LETTER TO YOUR OLD FRIEND TELLING HIM ABOUT YOUR CLASSMATE NAMED MOHD HISYAM

So i did write it and give it to him..
here goes

26 March 2006

1330

Nisah’s room

Dear Nana,

I think I already told you bout Hisyam. Remember? Well, here is a narrative about him. Why am I telling you this? I am not quite sure. But what I am certain of, as my bestfriend, I want you to know this guy like I know him.

He used to be my tablemate. You know that right? Basically, you know him from all the stories I have told you before. Anyway, despite his nice and goodie-goodie look, he is quite POYO. I don’t know what word can describe him best. He is one of a kind.

Born in Petaling Jaya and once lived in Setiawangsa, the last time he watched movie in a cinema was so long ago until he watched with me A Shaggy Dog. Yes, no 18sx scene. hahaha. What a relief! I mean can you imagine a city boy who never enjoyed city life? I am a different case since I’m living in boarding school.

Well, you might say he got pure heart and yada yada. This guy enjoys punk, ska and I don’t know what kind of music. Surely not my type of music la since you know how I am crazy about Alanis n pink n Ashanti.

What you should know bout dis male creature is, everyone thinks he is a nice, polite and innocent. All my classmates and my lecturers think so. Not that I’m saying I know him better than anyone else. It just that sitting beside him, make him open up his true colours which is full with kePOYOan. Hahaha. This guy is never mad at anything. So when he is not in the mood, I can easily sense it.

Have I mention that he is the last from his siblings. And he is a lot lot lot lot younger than any of them. Making him very very very close with his parents especially his mother. Yeah, I know what you gonna say, “a mommy’s boys is a tough case”. But he didn’t show his mommy’s boy attitude much. For all I care!

One thing I like about him is his brain. Man, that brain is created for grammar. If he ever read this letter and checking my grammar I know I’m gonna get lots of red pens. I am never good at grammar. Especially with tenses. For all I know, he might even laugh knowing I wrote bout him to you, my best friend. and he is always prepared for impromptu speaking and he is good at giving presentation.

Owh, I must tell you about his long tummy. Gosh, how I envy that tummy. He can eat what he likes as much as he likes and sleep all day and still be hungry without getting BUNCIT. I mean, he sleeps and he eats n he is not buncit and he got great brain. This is a remarkable discovery!

Once, I asked him, “are you a pre-mature baby?” he said no. he mentioned his best friend Dyau is one. And he asked why. And I told him. Remember kak Aizan or not? Yeah!

What I like best is he writes songs. Even though I didn’t really understand the theme of the song, he wrote them. Nice enough. Score one! And he plays guitar. You know how I like boys with instrument. Score two!

He is sorta a surau guy. What do I mean by sorta.. he goes to the surau, not frequent but a lot lot lot better than me. Well, the fact that both his roommates are very alim, has connection on this matter. And yes, he stopped wearing shorts and he wears kain pelikat instead. He is a ketua usrah n dakwah for the surau. I know you would go, “Dzeti, what had got into you? Usrah n dakwah is not in your dictionary!” Exactly! People say different attract. OPPPSSS!! What do I mean by different attract? Well, you know me better to judge me.

Neway, do write back! Reply is a must! Love you lots.

Lots of love,

(dzeti alfina)

p/s: how lame i was~

More on advice

I told HR to repair the ShareCentre thingie at the computer. Like most things he repaired, he will look for the information on the net (even how to change a light bulb). As he was reading the manual aloud, he said, "First thing first, you must consult your wife." And I thought, great manual.

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?

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!!

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.

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.

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.

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.

Wordless Wednesday

New Year 2014

No New Year Resolution yet. Too tired.

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. 

Wordless Wednesday

I should be thankful?

We got a new bibik. An old one.

As usual, we had a lot of miscommunication.

For example, when mama reminded her to wipe everything with wet cloth, she said she was gonna wipe all the screens (computers, tv, laptops) with 'Koran'. Her words. I was dumbfounded.

Until my mama explained, 'Koran' is newspapers. 

Oh!

The other day, my mama asked her to weed out the semak samun in front.

What she did was the lawn with the 'rumput carpet' which we all bought and planted.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

I told HR this. His response: 

"Oh, really? Nasib baik dia tak cabut rumput plastik (tiruan) tepi kolam tu. Lagilah sengal kan?"

Ha? What rumput plastik tepi kolam?

 There, the grass beside the reflexology thingie.

Slap forehead.

I married that guy.

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!