::The Last Day ::

I hate my sleep being disturbed.

Why couldnt they let me have my last sleep to be longer than usual? I am an innocent child. I need at least 7 hours of sleep or else I will wake up as an incredible hulk and 'penyet2' those monsters who dare to interrupt in my dreams!

It was not fair! I was ready by 8am while everyone was still sleeping soundly like a baby in her wet diaper. 'dorang ni tak tau ka kena g dewan pukul 8 ni? asal aku ja semangat over nih?'

I was resting my eyes on my comfy bed when Dr Noraini shouted and started to knock every room. Oh my God, now what? "Semua org pergi dewan sekarang! parents semua dah datang! Bangun!"

I rushed outside with my roomate just to see faces of awaken babies with their messy hair. Amboi! Sangat tidak aci ok, anda anda baru bangun tido padahal aku dah siap pakai baju suma dah. ishhh!

We walked slowly towards the new hall. Only both of us. Yess, we are the examples of future leaders, uuyeah! In the hall, there were many parents, the seniors', waiting for the whatever event it was to be started. The juniors, tak sampai berapa kerat pun. ishhh lagi sekali!

To fill up my time, I took a glimpse of parents and their children; imaginating my mom to be there as well. But hahhh, my mom wont be there if I am not receiving any award. Plus, the seniors who received the appreciation for passing 35 points were only a few. It frightened me a bit. Oh Sak Rukh, will we be able to meet someday???~

After the ceremony, Myra and I went back to continue our sleep. He he. Surprisingly, I didnt sleep but started to pack my things. Angkut semua baju kat ampaian, lipat, tarik keluar cadar, ambil bantai+comforter, toilettries sumbat dlm locker so that budak2 gemaputra tak buleh guna, hahaha! Hid a few things; journal, matrix card, Hindi DVDs bla3 and started contacted Elly to confirm our date.

It was 11am when Elly called, saying that she still wanted to go. We went out at 11.30 with Myra. Some waved, thinking we were going home at that time. But booooo, we were going shopping at Seremban II~!!

Lesson learnt : Never bring more than RM100 to shopping complex. Left your bank card too.

Oh my God! This is what happens when girls go shopping.

So, Myra and I bought 2 bags each. Elly bought only one. But she bought few clothes as well. I bought 2 pair of pants and a shirt. Myra? She bought a khaki slack and a very beautiful blouse. And as expected, we went to ATM to withdraw our money. Tak cukupla, yang~

At 2, pegi makanlah! We havent eaten since morning okes? Elly chose to eat at KFC. I dont like KFC actually, as I dont really fancy chicken. But I didnt mind as we gave the decision to Elly. I ate until I burped Pepsi out of my nostrils. Ugh, i hate carbonated drinks.



Around 2.30, we arrived at our beloved college. Yeah, i love my college la, no kidding maaa. Poor Elly, she had to rush and tak sempat mandi as she was going to the airport with Tracy and Ika. They would fly to Sabah and Sarawak on the evening. Heeee, beshy beshy! After waved her papai, I headed to my room.

I was supposed to go to KTM station with Myra, but her parents would only come at 6 or 7. That is too late for me, u noe how lembab KTM is kan..i would arrived at KL Sentral by 8 then. Takot takot, I dont wanna bump into any pervert anymore.

Worse came to worst. By hook or by crook, I gotta arrived at KL before Maghrib. So I took a risk and spent my precious 7 bucks to go to the KTM station alone by cab. Nevermind la, as i used to pay 14ringgit from Beseri to Kangar back then. The uncle was a nice person, but kinda irritating as he was trying to 'korek' my family affairs.

As usual, I managed to get my seat. It was damn boring in the KTM that I fell asleep. Aaahhh, what a nice feeling then. I didnt care about the people who stared at me, whether I slept with my mouth open ke, I drooled ke, lantak lah. Janji hati riang ria.

By 6.45, I arrived at Chow Kit after taking monorail. Abah was busy with his students when I arrived at his office, so I spent my time reading my book. 7 something, his students blah-ed and he called me to watch Chong Wei punya semi-final.

Only at 9 did we go back. Around 10, we arrived at Putrajaya.


The day after, I went to Taman Melawati; my stepmom punya parents' house. They were holding a 'kenduri tahlil'. But then, the food would only arrive at 11, so I spent my time teaching my adek tiri angkat and his kezen to speak Malay. Bencik la tawu, they didnt even know how to say "My name is bla3" in Malay, let alone to say "I am 5 years old." I was so pissed off that I continued with my Malay. They kept on asking "what is 'silap?" "what is 'kapal?". Waduhhh, sengsaranya hidup ini...

At 11.30, Abah fetched me as my bus was sceduled at 12.15pm. The food tak sampai pun. So I had to go with an empty stomach. At Jalan Duta station, I asked for my return ticket but it was sold out on the 24th. Abah was already worried as he was going to Palembang, meaning I had to handle everything on my own. He was not gonna be there to help me. He babbled and nagged that I didnt buy it earlier. "Tu la, abah dh ckp, tiket kena beli awal2. Abah takdak utk amek nanti. Nak naik flight pun abah tak buleh jemput. Paling tidak last2 kena suruh ummi hantar. Habis pulak la beratus ringgit." I giggled. There is no way my mom will drive me down there to Seremban. She is 52 okess?

Tapa, rilek sudey. I called ummi, surprisingly she didnt worry at all. So i decided to remain calm. Takdak tiket 24, kita balek la 25, kan kan?

I had the longest journey ever to Alor Star, 6 hours! And the girl beside me was so annoying. Most of my time was spent reading Ranjau Sepanjang Jalan. Lame, I know. After 1 chapter, I slept. It continued until the bus arrived at Shahab Perdana.


Hello Alor Star, here I come!

No Title

A total freedom for a week! *bear in mind that i'm gonna use both malay+english in this post.

Starting from tomolow, there will be KMS Open Week. You will find me wearing shirts and pants for the whole week and trying to act cute to attract customers to visit my booth, hehe. Uuyeah, it's Intrepreneurship bebeh. I'm in charge for the ping pong game which Suleiman insisted it to be called "Eimon Game". Why do u think he wanted that name?

Mood tidak begitu baguss lately. Tetiba rasa mcm nak sepak org, nak maki pun ada, dan sikit2 menyampah terhadap manusia yg patut dimenyampah kan. Faham tak? Buat2 faham sudey la. Aku jugak sangat senang terasa hati dgn benda remeh-temeh. Oh, tu mmg selalu jadi. Tapi one of my clasmate ni, mmg agak mencabar kesabaran aaaa. I know I may look like a level-headed person, and yes i am. But everything has its limit. Especially when you are a boy, you have to know that the way to treat girls is different than how you treat boys. Itu pun nak kena ajar ka? huehh, tetiba marah. Sori.

Aishhhh, the only way to calm myself is remain silent. I just sat down, do my 'muka taik', and smile to the deserved people. Sometimes I said sorry if I accidentally ignore people who were talking to me. Tak sengaja la. But most of the time, I prefer to sleep. Tido itu best.

KENAPA KLASMET TERCINTA SEMUA DATANG LAMBAT NI?! Ini yg menyampah lagi satu, dah buat announcement pukul 2, 2.45 pun pun still tak datang lagi. Oh, sgt menyakitkan jiwa. Sabar..oh sabar.

Malam ni ada manifesto. Malam ini jugak cikgu BM nak dtg tengok persembahan. Dan game tak siap2 lagi. Adusss, sakit kefala la. He he, ekceli kan, sakit kefala itu fasal pagi tadi bangun sgt lambat. Lagi sekali, tido itu best.

Aaahhhh, cant wait to go home...

Things I've Learnt..

1) I've learnt that 7months of holiday will turn you into a sleeping pig and no amount of midnight oil will make you sleep any lesser.

2) I've learnt that shopping is what girls do when they are stressed out.

3) I've learnt that even when you enjoy learning Biology as you have the most happening and stylo teacher in the world, you still have the tendency to get the lowest score in Bio quizzes.

4) I've learnt that sleeping is more contenting than finishing up all your homeworks with your eyes barely open.

5) I've learnt that at night, there is one place with quasi-funfair light which is called 'lampu tujah langit' that can be seen when you open the back door.

6) I've learnt that you should slap those who burp at your face right after they eat durians.

7) I've learnt that despite living a school life with silly rules like preparation class at night eventhough you are in college, there is no need to rebel as nothing will change.

8) I've learnt that eating nasi lemak and burger after 10pm frequently will maintain your weight at 42kg.

9) I've learnt that you get pissed off when girls scream as if they are possessed.

10) I've learnt that you will get mad but still manage to smile when people put their feet onto your fluffy pillow.

11) I've learnt that some 18-year-old students are no different than 8-year-old kids.

12) I've learnt that you will freeze to ice if you dare to increase the speed of the fan to the maximum.

13) I have learnt that despite Shah Rukh Khan has the most beautiful and sexy curved eyebrows with charming smile *ooowhhh!*, Aamir Khan too is kinda cute and easily makes you shed your tears, hehe...


I have also learnt that life is meant to be enjoyed, to be treasured and to be cherished. Every second must be spent as if there is no tomorrow. Eventhough there is bastard near you *yes, take note that i use bastard without the letter 's'*, you just have to pretend that he doesnt exist. Getting older is unavoidable, but that doesnt stop you from enjoying your youth. And yes, to meet Sah Ruk Khang, you have to love Campbell first.

Conclusion?

Unless u havent met ur Incik Budiman like me, GET MARRIED AFTER SPM, or u'll regret 4 d rest of you life.

A Lame Life, and Pathetic Me

What a hectic life I am leading...

Well, actually I am not busy at all, but I like to procrastinate la. As I think, having sufficient sleep and entertaining myself is more important than an hour of suffer trying to finish maths questions.

I dont have a lot of homeworks for now, but sometimes I give up easily when I do not know how to do them. Bensiii, malas nak tanya org pulak tu. I would prefer to copy and trying to understand it myself, which will take forever. Perangai burok!

Oh, have i mentioned that I join Interpreneurship as my non-sport group? Yeahhh, at first I wanted to join Event Management, then it was changed to Guidance, which I wanted to join also. But then, some eager students wrote their names on the paper without waiting for the teacher's instructions first. *marah* I felt like kicking their asses as I went to the hall before them but I did not write my names as Cikgu Suwandi warned us already.

In the nutshell, Cikgu approved the names. So, the pathetic ones had to run for their lives to get the place in their favourite clubs. Sgt sedeh, when I saw Guidance had already full! Saket ati, sedeh, kuciwa, sakai, sengal, u name it. Nevermind, sabar oh sabar. So, I took a look at the other clubs. Bosan. Tak menarik, not up to my liking. Enterpreneurship I was staring at, hmmm, will I enjoy myself in this group? Took a look at the members, hmm, not bad, I knew some of them. Wrote my name, and blah-ed.

Still, I did not manage to write my name in the sport group. Dancerobik, ughhhh! Cikgu took the paper immediately after it was full, regardless that the list short of 10 girls actually.

OK, fine. Last Friday, I managed to join Dancerobik lah! Huyeyyy! hahahaa, the main thing is I want to loncat2 sesuka hati, and it can only be done in that group where there are only girls in it. We had our first meeting with the non-sport group after that, interpreneurship lah. Our tokey? Hosni the great. Aaahhh, you should see him talking. He looks like a very wise man eventhough he seems funny sometimes (he is funny). But that is good, at least you wont sleep if he were to give talks in the future. The conclusion is, I am enjoying myself. See, when something do not turn out the way u want it to be, Allah is planning a better thing for you. And I am glad, thanks God!

Oh yeah, yesterday I went to UTM Skudai to watch the Silat thingy. When I informed my parents about the event, my mom replied "not aware of u into silat" and that made me laugh like hell. Hahahaha, you should know me better la ummi. OK2, now I regret that I didnt join silat. Wuaaaa, biarlah. I know I cant afford to manage my time with the silat practice. I'd rather sleep. Sleeping is everything, uuyeah.

It was very boring. I went there to take a look at the campus only, not the silat. I spent my time fully by reading "Ayat-Ayat Cinta", and it was boring too. Didnt finish it, so I slept until we reached college.

And now, I still have tonnes of unfinished homeworks-Maths, Biology report, Tafsir Agama, Chemistry, bla3. And I am writing blog. Hahahahaha, oh my, pathetic me.

Homeworkss, homeworksss...aishhh, until next time mehh.

#I want pizza badly~

In OT I was

Hey my dear fellow friends..ceywahhh!

Here I am, in my father's office..after having a worthwhile experience in Operation Theater just now. It was my first time, and it was not so painful as I imagined before. Well, that's because the doctor injected a lot of 'ubat bius' in my left thighs.

I am not gonne let the cats out of the bag okes? (benda itu biasa2 saja, bukan cancer, bukan tumor, bukan batu gading).

Ok, the story began like this.

I planned to go home today, as my HEP set up the 'u-name-it-urself' rule that students can only go back after 10am, because we will be having gotong-royong in the morning. *perghhh* And I, the rules-are-meant-to-be-followed girl, thought that pak guard would not let me go home if I break the rule. As it happened to some girls last friday.

But then, all my roomates left me yesterday, going to their respective homes. (jahat!) By the time I decided to finish up my homeworks and wash my clothes at around 8pm, Abah messaged, telling that the hospital will be closed at 12.30pm on Saturday. So he asked "buleh tahan ka tak?" Then I said "tak bulehhla, satgi dia meletops!" I gave him Ustaz Sofi's number for him to call and inform Ustaz that I was going home on that night. Ustaz didn't answer, so he said,"balek ja lah!"

It was 11.45pm when my dad called saying that he was with pakguard now. Aiyooo, I was having a very nice dream laaa, iskkksss. Grabing all my homeworks and a pail full of unwashed clothes, I ran downstairs to my dad.

Oh, and there were these 2 guys, whom I am very sure not the IB students, A-level maybe, calling me and said "Good luck kat Banting!" (they were in front of the coop, online-ing for sure). And I was like "sapa tu? tak kenai pun~" He said "ko balek ke?" I replied "A'a, balek ja..mana p Banting pun..tapi tapala, tima kasehhh!" Hahahaha, very funny. I am looking forward to meet him, if I still remember his face la. The other guy just kept on staring. Aaahhh, that one, he is easy to be spotted, because he looked like he's a chinese. By the way, I am very fine here, no need to go to Banting where everybody studies like hell is waiting for them if they do not do so.

Okay, back to the story. This morning I went to Hospital bla3 very early in the morning only to find that the doctor will only arrive at 10.30am. Iskkkla, I was very exhausted and bored also. And then there was this girl, throwing his brother's slipers here and there. I felt like pulling her hair because she was so annoying. Her mom just sit and did nothing, huh! Sabar uhh sabar.

It was worth to wait for that long ok (around 1 and a half hour). Hehehe, because the doctor turned out to be sooooooooooooo handsome and very cute also. Hahahahaha, dont blame me. Blame him for being so friendly and chinese-looking. Aishhh, chinese-looking guys are hard to resist. My bad.

Bla3 for about 10minutes, he said I had to have minor operation but he was going to bius at the area only. "Buleh tahan ke ni?"..."Boleh2, tak sakit kan?"..."Masa bius tu la sakit, sebab kita inject."..."Takpalah, nak buat mcm mana, tahan ja."

After changing into the XXL baju, I laid on the bed, waiting for the nightmare to come true. Wearing the shower cap made me felt like I was going to deliver a baby, haha. And yesss, it was painful during the injection. Plus, he said the bius was not enough, so he had to inject more. Of course I did not shout or complain, as I did not look at what he was doing. "Macam mana nak jadi doktor mcm ni, geli pulakk. Nanti gigi orang lagi geli," the nurse said. Fine la, Im going to look at people's teeth only. If they are disgusting, I will ask them to brush their teeth, or leave.

Oh yeah, I could feel what he was doing, but not the pain. He injected the bius 3 times. If I still feel the pain, then I must be a mutant. He said I am a strong girl, I said "marry me, doctor!" hahaha, kidding.

I am very fine, thank you. Maybe I will have some hard time to climb the stairs, but, everything is gonna be fine InsyaAllah. Aahhhh, I can live comfortably after this, what a life!

Tonnes of homeworks are waiting for me. Bensiii eh, but what can I do. I am still a student. It is either being a dentist, or beggar. And I choose to be the best. Meaning, homeworks must be done. Ughhhhh~

I can still have fun, anyway. Thanks doctor.

Aku budak kolej

Finally!

Dah dekat 2 minggu aku jadi student balik, rasa mcm dah sebulan. Best ka tak eh? Secara jujurnya, best la. Ala-ala kembali ke sekolah, cuma bezanya anda boleh melaram dengan baju kurung pelbagai warna dan boleh membuat pilihan untuk menayangkan rambut anda yang lemah gemalai ataupun tidak. Jeans? t-shirt seksi? hahahaa, buat kain buruk boleyy. Ala, nak seksi2 watpa, kan manis pakai baju kurung tu, kan?

Rasanya tak payahla cerita pasal orientasi. Semua orang dah cerita pasal orientasi masing-masing, jadi kat mana-mana pun tak banyak beza. Ceramah, menari chicken dance, pocho2, ice breaking, abes sudah. Cuma bezanya, ini pertama kali orientasi yang menggunakan 80% bahasa Inggeris. "IB students must practise speaking English starting from now," bak kata semua manusia di Kolej Mara Seremban itu.

Seksa, ooyeah seksa. Baru ingat nak tunjuk skill orang utara kat sana, hahahaa. Tapi sekali lagi seksa la. Baru ja cakap "kita kena p mana?", orang dah gelak2. Apa yang lawak aku snirik pun taktaulah. Yala, mereka2 kan cakap "Kite kene pegi mane?" ngeh3..alih2, aku kontrol sket aa cakap dengan perempuan. Yang laki cakap aku-hang ja, takdak masa sopan2 dah. Motif?? Jadi diri sendiri ja la..

Kawan aku dulu penah bagi sorang feremfuan ni nanges, sebab dia cakap 'hang' kat feremfuan tu. Kah3, aku siries tak penah tau dalam dunia ni ada lagi feremfuan sensitif mcm tu. Lawak pun ada la jugak. Patutla setengah orang cakap bahasa kedah ni kasar. Tapi bila laki yang cakap utara, orang kata cumel pulak. Aduyaiii, sabar ja la. Diskriminasi betul.

Setakat ni hidup ok, dengan syarat tak keluar shoping. Susah la dehhh, mana buleh tahan godaan baju2 yang cantik, kasut2 yang jelita, seluar yang menarik, fuhhhhh! Aku perempuan ok, normal aa tu kan. Dengan syarat jangan bagi mak ayah tau la, nanti habiss takdak duit poket masuk terus. Cobaaaaannn~

Hidup sini sangatttttt lah best, sebab tak terasa tensen lagi. Cuma menakotkan tengok kaum lelaki yang sangat ramai. Dulu kat sekolah lama, perempuan 3 blok, laki 2 blok. Tu pun laki 1/4 ja. Sekarang dah terbalik. Susah sikitla nak terkinja-kinja. Kiranya sapa2 yang tengok aku kat sini, sure tak pecaya punyalahhh. Tetiba ja sopan sikit, dengan harapan akan terus jadi sopan. Yala, sampai bila ko nak terkinja-kinja? Besar dah oii, dah 17. (Yaaah, aku masih 17 tahun ok?)

Kelas macam biasa, macam sekolah. Bangun pukul 6, habis kelas pukul 2. Kadang2 ada kelas petang. Okla tu, sekurang-kurangnya tak payah susah2 kejar bas macam orang lain. Tapi jeles tu ada jugakla kan. Ya la, kawan2 aku yang lain suka suki ja cerita dalam bilik dorang ada tv, ada almari cantik, ada dapur, ada itu ada ini. Dalam bilik aku, ada aku, best jugak la kan? Hahahaha, nama pun kolej swasta, nak cakap apa lagi, mestila dorang punya kemudahan lagi banyak. Tapi, alhamdulillah. Dekat sini, InsyaAllah aku takkan terbabas. =P

Dah aa sikit2, mana best pun dengar crita budak2 kolej ni. Bosan sehhh, lain kali aku crita kisah pakcik salleh belakang blok aku, yang buah duriannnya asek jatuh ja tiap2 malam. Anjing pulak selalu kena sawan. Macam2 betul lahhh. Apa pun, tak buleh tido banyak dah la.

Alaaaa, menciiinyaaa~

Aku Jadi Pelajar Semula!

"..cause I'm leavin on a jet plane, dont know when I'll be back again..Oh babe, I hate to go.."

Masanya sudah tiba, untuk aku meninggalkan keluarga tersayang di desa yang, errr..tak berapa tercinta.

Finally, it's time for me to answer the call.

Cukup-cukupla dengan kursus memasak, kursus menjahit, kursus membasuh baju serta kejadian aneh seorang gadis bangun tidur pada pukul 3 petang. Esok, tiada lagi itu semua. Yang ada hanyalah kerahan tenaga berjaga dari pukul 6 pagi sehingga sehingga tidur selewat yang mungkin.

Apa yang aku dapat cuti lama2? Selain kepuasan tidur yang tidak berkesudahan, benda paling best pun, lesen P yang sampai sekarang belum diaplikasikan dengan sepenuhnya. Tapi, alhamdulillah.

Selit sikit boleh? Semalam aku diganggu mat bangla pervert yang sedikit pun tidak boleh dilabel sebagai hensem, comel apatah lagi perkasa serta mempunyai ciri-ciri perogol bersiri yang menjijiikkan. Melampau! Ya Allah, sabar ja la. Secara tidak sedar, aku mendoakan dia mati digilis bas ataupun lori. Boleh pegi mampusss manusia seperti itu.

Berbalik topik tadi, esok aku akan mendaftar di Kolej Mara Seremban dengan memakai sepasang baju kurung dan kasut coklat gelap. Kembali ke sekolah! Tapi okla, sekurang-kurangnya, mana ada pemandangan yang membolehkan kaum wanita dan lelaki mencuci mata secara percuma. Hahahahha, tak terasa ok?

Semoga semuanya berjalan lancar, uhuh!

Lessons to Learn

Di sini saya ada beberapa bijik cerita nak kongsi...

Cerita Satu.

Seorang makcik yang bekerja sebagai cleaner di sebuah pejabat kerajaan bersama suaminya iaitu seorang..err, tidak diketahui pekerjaannya, pergi ke pejabat zakat untuk memohon bantuan bagi tujuan membiayai pelajaran anak sulungnya.

Isteri: "tuan, kami nak mohon bantuan zakat"
Pegawai zakat: *merenung seketika* "aiiii, badan sihat lagi pun nak mohon zakat jugak ka? Boleh kerja lagi kan..."

*suami isteri usha muka satu sama lain*

"jomla kita balik bang, macam minta sedekah ja.."

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Cerita Dua

Pak Hasan bukan nama sebenar telah berumur 60 tahun. Beliau bekerja sebagai post guard di sebuah kolej swasta sementara isterinya bekerja sebagai tukang sapu sampah. Beliau mempunyai 9 orang anak=6 lelaki, 3 perempuan. Yang bongsu akan menduduki SPM pada tahun ini.

"Pak Hasan untung la, anak 9. Besaq2 dah semua..."

"Kalau sorang bagi Pak Hasan RM100, sebulan dah RM900. Murah rezeki noh."

*Pak Hasan diam*

"Yala, semua orang cakap mcm tu. Hampa taktau, depa tak hulur duit pun. Yang laki sorang pun tak penah bagi. Yang dok bagi yang perempuan tu la. Dia pun baru ker ja. Bagi jugak RM50...."

"....tak pa la, aku tak kesah. Bini aku kerja RM350, aku RM350. Cukupla. Aku kuat lagi, aku boleh kerja. Aku tak kacau hidup sapa2 pun."

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Ok. Sekarang aku nak bagi komen sikit. Kedua-dua cerita ni semua kisah benar yang aku sendiri lalui, ataupun berdasarkan cerita orang lain.

Kisah pertama berkenaan seorang makcik yang anak sulungnya dapat melanjutkan pelajaran ke UIA dalam bidang law. Umur sebaya kakak aku. Cantek akak ni, putih melepak. Macam yang kita sedia maklum, walaupun dia menerima bantuan (dia dapat asasi UIA), tapi duit bukan masuk on the spot. Jadi, semput jugakla mak ayah dia mula2 tu.

Berbalik pada kejadian dekat pejabat zakat. Ini bukan tujuan nak memburukkan mana2 pihak. Dan kejadian ni bukan berlaku dekat semua pejabat zakat ok? Cuma mungkin pegawai zakat tadi kurang prihatin. Sepatutnya, dia tanya dulu apa tujuan makcik ni nak mohon bantuan. Bukan main terjah ja. Makcik ni pulak yang berasal dari kampung, tak cukup kekuatan nak jelaskan tujuan utama dia. Yala, baru tanya sikit, dah kena ayat pedas seketoi. Hamekk ko, sapa tak terasa. Tebal muka makcik dan pakcik tu.

Sesetengah staf kerajaan tempat makcik bekerja yang tau kisah makcik ni, sama2 kumpul sumbangan lalu bagi dekat makcik ni untuk jelaskan yuran pendaftaran anak dia. Alhamdulillah, anak dia berpeluang masuk asasi UIA. Tapi, semester pertama ja. Semester kedua anak dia terpaksa berhenti disebabkan kekurangan wang dan sekarang sambung dalam bidang perguruan.

Jadi, sapa yang mak ayah mampu nak sekolahkan tu, bersyukur la dan gunakan peluang tu sebaik mungkin. Memangla senang untuk kita cakap 'malasnya nak stadi!'..'bencinya subjek ni!'..tapi kita tak sedar, dekat luar sana ada orang yang sanggup berlapar untuk pastikan anak2 dia dapat pendidikan.


Pasal Pak Hasan ni, mak aku bagi ceramah tentang hati dan perasaan ibu bapa kat aku selama, errr, sehari? Hahahaha, lawak la ek? Kesian la. Kepada sapa2 yang kurang sensitif perasaan mak ayah tu, bila dah kerja nanti, tak kirala dorang tu ada rumah banglo ka, kereta BMW ka, adalah tanggungjawab anak2 untuk menunjukkan sedikit tanda bahawa kita 'concern' pasal kebajikan mereka.

Anak Pak Hasan tu pulak, bukan kerja noreh getah ka, jual goreng pisang ka. Ada yang jadi Pengetua MRSM lagi. Ada yang selalu pergi kursus luar negara. Tapi ayah kerja guard, mak keja sapu sampah? Tolongla. Waktu tua adalah waktu mak ayah kita rehat dan lapangkan fikiran. Sebab tu la penat2 dia bagi ko sekolah. Supaya ko boleh tolong ringankan beban dia. Ni tak, dah tua ko baling cucu suruh dia jaga sampai 3-4 orang. ko senang2 ja goyang kaki. Dah penat dia cuci kencing ko kecik2 dulu, tua2 camni pun nak suruh buat benda yang sama lagi? Nursery ada, bayar la!

Minta mahap, sedikit emosional. Aku sangat tak boleh terima anak2 yang lupa mak ayah ataupun kurang sensitif. Jangan tanya mak ayah ko dengan soalan bodoh seperti "mak cukup duit tak? Tak cukup saya nak bagi". Sapa la yang bijak sangat nak cakap dia takdak duit kat anak dia. Itu tanggungjawab, bukannya derma. Masa ko kecik2 dulu ada mak ko tanya "Leman lapar ka? kalau tak lapar mak tak payah bagi makan la."

Mak aku cakap, ibu bapa sememangnya tak kisah anak2 dia hulur duit ka tak. Kalau dorang kerja bagus2 pun dah cukup. Tapi 'cara' tu yang penting. Beliau cakap lagi, anak2 umpama 'investment', kalau untung, alhamdulillah. Kalau tak, yang penting ibu bapa dah lakukan yang terbaik untuk jadikan anak2 dia seorang manusia. Fenomena sekarang, anak2 lelaki selalu utamakan isteri berbanding ibu sendiri. Agaknya berapa orang yang namakan aset dia atas nama ibu dia? Nama isteri banyak lah. *grin*

Layan orang macam mana anda nak orang layan anda. Kalau terasa nak pelempang anak ko yang melawan cakap, jangan buat perkara yang sama.

May Allah bless us and our family and give us the happiness we need.

We humans have mind to think. Use it wisely. World definitely needs more thinkers.

Selamat Hari Bapa!

Abah..

Happy Father's Day.

I cannot write any further due to the fact that we're not so close. In fact, I guess a simple thanks for making my life as comfortable as now, if not prefect would do.

May Allah bless you..

and also all fathers in the world.

Oh, and by the way, I heard that the best thing a daddy can do for his children is to love their mother...100% sure, hihi.

Home Alone

Last night was a nightmare...

Kereta mak aku rosak dalam perjalanan dia nak balik dari keja. Disebabkan dia memang selalu balik lambat, sama ada g beli barang2 dapur ka, atau jarak dari tempat keja ke rumah yang sememangnya jauh tu, aku memang jarang risau.

Masa dia call cakap kereta rosak tu, aku rasa biasa2 ja. Tapi pukul 11, dia kata tengah2 jalan rosak lagi. So, dia tak boleh balik malam tu. Terpaksa tido rumah kawan.

Takut? Yessssh, aku sangat takut duduk sorang2 malam2.

Tapi macam manapun, aku buat2 berani la. Kunci pintu dakg? Daaaah. Bukak lampu belakang dan depan tak? Daaaaahh. Itu dah buat? Daaaaaah. Ini dah buat? Daaaaah...

Beraninya anak dara ni. Tapi aku tau mak aku jarang risau pasal anak2 dia, dan sebab tu aku jadi makin berani nak p mana2. Ye la, kalau mak tak risau dan rilek ja, kiranya tu petanda baik la kan? Hopefully..

Tapi still aku sangat takut. Walaupun masa Form 2 dulu aku lagi kerap duduk kat rumah sorang2, tapi kali ni beza sikit la. Maybe sebab dah lama tak merasa duduk sorang2 malam2. Kalau siang2 aku suka!

Bila nak landing ja, terbayang ada lelaki pecah pintu rumah pastu terjah masuk bilek aku, herkkk! Sebab tu, aku sangat takut untuk tido. Takut takut..

Nak elak tido punya pasal, aku tengok match Austria lawan dgn Poland kot, eh? Not my feveret, tapi gagah la jugak..

Pukul 5 pagi baru aku tido, itu pun tertido.

Ummi, jangan la buat prangai camtu lagi...hukhukkk!

#viva la vida Portugal! haha, tiba2 ja..