It's a good day to be 12

Saw him walking down the pavement with a friend towards the compound. Told my company to stay put and I raced after him. Jogged to fall in step on his right.

"C'mon, ice creams on me." As promised so yesterday.

A week not to forget

You were waiting alone at the cafe and she walked by with her friends, approximately two meters from you. You fumbled with your iPod, trying to look anywhere but at her. She talked to her friends facing you, not looking at you but glancing up here and there.

Your eyes met (as the cliche goes) and she flashed you the cockiest smirk. You smirked back, knowing fully that the two of you were playing hard to get.

She walked to your table with the same steady gait she carried herself and smiled just as arrogantly. "Can I have a dollar?"

"No." She was behaving exactly like the school girl who know she's cute and wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Oh cmon, it's just a dollar."

You laughed and rolled your eyes at how easy the kid pushed your button. "Here you go."

She ran off happily only to come back later to return you the money. "Don't cry on me." She winked and head off with her friends.

As tall as me!

Deeper voice with a nasal tinge to it.

Unmistakable mischievous aura. Looks exactly like your local prankster.

A flirt, too close.. Going to grow up dangerous.

Mendidik Nerd Berjaya

harus bermula dengan menggalakkan budaya membaca.

Sejak tiga tahun lalu ketika Maru masih merengek-rengek (eh sekarang pun sedang), selalu juga bawa dia ke Perpustakaan Dar Nur Az-Zahra di Telipot sebab lokasi yang dekat dengan SRI Aman (boleh terus ambil Yaya nanti) dan Billion (susu low fat Nestle murah ya di sini, RM4.50 je. Jus karot Vegood pun RM4 je).

Dulu, lepas penat membaca, jalan kaki kot dengan budak kecil tu pergi kedai makan depan Billion. Kami kongsi nasi goreng, saya suapkan budak pendek tu. Mak cik kedai baik belanja kami susu panas. (Ayat sedikit cacat lambang berkarat.)

Sekarang sebab semua dah bersekolah rendah, sebelum boleh baca buku cerita, elok lah kita kerah mereka siapkan kerja rumah dulu.

Maru nampak sangat malas, Melle je tekun.
Moga terus rajin berusaha ya anak-anak (kah3)

Buku kanak-kanak sekarang sama tebal dengan buku medik agaknya.

Ada maksud yang lebih mendalam pada nama Maru 'Kepalabesar' Roslan

Saya mungkin ada rekod buruk di Perpustakaan Awam Kelantan, maka tidak mungkin saya jejakkan kaki ke sana.. Perpustakaan awam negeri sudah tentu ada pilihan bahan bacaan yang jauh lebih banyak, tetapi setiap perkara memerlukan pengorbanan.

Culture Shock!

Ini percubaan menulis kembali dalam Bahasa Melayu sebab hari ini saya terpaksa berbahasa Kelantan dan ianya sedikit menyakitkan hati sebab:

1) got bested for using english in a group of kelantan-speakers. so unfair, i am not going to be awkward with people i care because of language!

2) rasa macam i'm having a relationship with a frenchman, urgh. foreign and cocky.

Maka tuan puan disarankan jauhkan diri dari blog saya, terima kasih.

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Tinggal seminggu je di Malaysia maka kena betul-betul bersungguh minggu ni. Dan juga sebab ayah dah kembali bekerja maka tak best duduk rumah sorang-sorang (ayat ni ada unsur keganjilan dan penipuan sebenarnya).

Bermula dengan menghadiri Sambutan Aidilfitri 1432 SRI Aman untuk berjumpa guru-guru dan adik-adik tercinta dan old flames wooho! disamping merayap dekat sekolah rendah yang dah lama ditinggalkan.

Which reminds me, terlupa nak jenguk pokok belakang sekolah yang di-vandalize 9 tahun yang lalu. Lusa datang balik kita tengok what happened to it okay. *tulis dalam To Do List*

Dia minta belanja ais-krim tapi saya bagitahu "Sorry ada dollar je, takde ringgit" maka macam mana nak belanja ais krim dan inilah kebenaran yang sebenar.

Masuk kereta ayah persoalkan kenapa tetiba segan minta duit belanja (sebenarnya kali ni sendiri rasa dah terbanyak belanja on tiket flight hehe, pergi KL punya pasal) dan mak pun hulur RM19 sebab kesian tengok dah 21 tahun tapi takde ringgit tunai dalam beg (duit tunai aka duit raya dah habis dengan terbelinya beg baru (curse me) serta ice-blended latte yang penting bagi penerusan kehidupan).

Sebenarnya semua ini alasan sebab dah komited simpan duit untuk beli rumah.

Seterusnya ke bandar dan menindik telinga. Benda ni sebenarnya dah buat 14 tahun yang lalu tapi dipendekkan cerita lubang tinggal sebelah je. Pakai subang sebelah je nanti salah di sisi agama pulak, maka hari ni akhirnya terlaksana lah misi untuk tidak menyerupai Ryota Miyagi ;D


Berkenalan dengan Kak Anita pemilik Anita Jewels dekat Jalan Tok Hakim. Kedai dia baru bukak lima hari sebelum raya, sebelum ni dia kerja dengan ayah dia. Anak dia ada sorang darjah 5 dekat Sekolah Zainab.

Masa dia tindikkan telinga tadi, dia layan ketakutan pelanggan dengan sangat cemerlang! Para bakal doktor boleh la kiranya mendalami bed-side manner dengan Kak Ta ni :P

Dah alang-alang di kedai emas, hantar terus rantai nama dan cincin minta dia tolong krom bagi nampak baru. Benda ni dah overdue sekurang-kurangnya dua tahun, si senget ni seorang penangguh sejati.

Selepas ini akan ke kedai Amway cari moisturizer serta mak heret ke Nirwana untuk beli blouse baru (sebab saya takde duit tunai maka kalau betul nak beli barang kena la bawa ibu bapa bersama).

Esok cuti peristiwa SRI Aman sempena sambutan pagi tadi. Dia ajak dating KB Mall (quite a flirt yo. This kid really is something.. Tetiba rasa culture shock.) tapi dah janji bawa adik-adik baca buku di Pustaka Az-Zahra.

Keluarga didahulukan, membaca diutamakan. Haha.

Because music is an art

And according to Dei, art is a bang. The feelings you get from listening to a particular song dictates how high of a quality it was made with; how much feeling was poured into and the hard work that entailed.

You don’t even have to understand the words to enjoy it; it could be complete gibberish to your ears but what sneaks into your heart is what counts. Like dealing with a stranger in a foreign language, the message will come across eventually despite the boundary of different language and vocabularies.

And because we all felt differently, thus the wide range of genre available for our heart’s preference.

The only reason I keep a copy of CN Blue's Love Girl is because their jamming is soft enough to not be at my level of liking and hard enough to dictate me as a secular person compared to people around me. I live with good people in a good surrounding; when the phone blast with jamming, we all know whose call that was for.

I refrain from listening to it though. It is obviously a sappy love song, a somewhat upgraded rendition of puppy-sick I love you; not my type. And I don’t even need to look up its lyric translation to know this. I feel sickly drowned by someone's PDA already from first time listening to it.

Above all, I have been looping to Tatsuya Ishii’s River. He sings wonderfully, so the man rendered Japanese Elton John. Just the right drawl, the correct emphasis, the timely rhythm.

Listening to it leaves me with a mixed feeling of longing, hope and just a tinge of angst. It fits right in when you’re feeling sort of a lost cause. And when I looked up the lyric translation, it keyed in and locked itself in my favourite list.

#TheScript-ed

When you have more than five related tweets, I figured they're better off blogged instead.

YouTubed #TheScript live radio show. #TheManWhoCantBeMoved's lyric just wow-ed me, read and my eyes sparkled! It's cheesy in a fine way ^o^


They're as sweet as #BrunoMars's but I find #TheScript not as ridiculously cheesy haha #biased #notsorry

That was a take at our three-way discussion on the cheesiness of Grenade last March.

Why did she leave the guy in #TheManWhoCantBeMoved? What did she wanted that he can't give? He was too good for her? Love is lost?

I don't see why you would be in a relationship if you're just going to break up anyway. Maybe I'm too #naive, at least I believe in loyalty.

But! the world is a really big place. I can't possibly imagine every complications of human life and problems we could have. #understanding

#inspired! *pulls out my notepad*

The Trouble With Jane

I am.. in no position to give relationship advices, but here goes.

Jane was having problems at school. She was stalked at every corner and bullied by a group of rabid females who made up her lecturer-husband's unofficial fan club. She wouldn't tell her husband about it; John might sit down with the fan club and that might make matter worse for both Jane and John.

Ironically suiting this post, meet Mr. Jane.

So Jane endured a few more days of coming home exhausted and in her worst state. On top of that, she was as stressed as possible. John saw her state of course, but when he asked her what's wrong, all he got was a somewhat glare and "It's nothing."

The next day, John woke up early and prepared her a packed lunch. He gave it to her with a smile and still in his apron, he said, "I don't know what's wrong, but I hope you'll be okay."

She ate her lunch in happy tears and with a renewed determination to face that group of rabid fans.

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My point here being; sometimes, knowing that you have faith in her ability to handle stressful events can be a pillar for her in itself. It's a reminder that she herself is a tough person in this game of life. Like this one person said and I quote, "I know you know you're tough."

That, and everyone adores free foods. Especially home-cooked, that's the chocolate shavings on my chocolate chip mint ice cream! (If you don't understand this sentence, you might understand 'the icing on my cake'.)

This post is a dedication and I should have used simple sentences to not confuse him any further, but I fail to write like a normal person..

Today is Mama's birthday. Also today Hakim split open his forehead again, poor thing. Not only that kid has big head (Hakim 'Kepalabesar' Hanifah) he also had his skull plated in iron.

"It's a grand for court contempt!"

"And the school is suspending me because of the pending criminal charges."
-Paul, Leverage customer

Happy Malaysia Day everyone. Let's pretend that that is a Malaysia flag.

I played a lawyer three years ago, defending a student expelled because of a pending criminal charge, something related to possession of drugs (or was it B&E?) We won the case playing with the sentiment "innocent until proven guilty" and "education right for everyone".

It was child's play. In today's justice reality, you don't get that. That's how we come to have Leverage on air.

Three Seasons

Egypt has only two seasons: a mild winter from November to April and a hot summer from May to October.
-Tour Egypt

Summer


Winter
No, we don't have that much snow.
Thus Jr. Pepe's reaction.


Spring
= Exam season

not even a real post, i just don't want this to be misplaced.

also i feel obliged to write something for K's birthday today however unrelated it might be. it's the thought that counts, right?

"Let's roll."

Nenek Teh told us about the break-in at her house and that of her surrounding neighbours. Targeted victims were pensioners and unsuspecting civilians waiting for the bus.

Motorcyclists rushed by, pushed you down and grabbed your belongings before dashing off leaving you to suffer head trauma.

Pensioners crossing the street in front of his house for the morning paper, got grabbed upon and be led back to his house for a thorough ransacking.

Blame her clarity or my overactive imagination, but my blood suddenly rushed with my eyes darting towards Hadi's safely-kept pocket knife (b*tch is uber sharp) and the want to stab it into the offending scum's jugular.. At that point, a gun permit is a good idea.

Told this to the guys in the car and they commented how sadistic I was.


I'm still vindictive over the fact that I can't as freely move around unsupervised with the inefficient public transport we have (wonders where the public fund goes to), and add the safety issue we're having especially against our elders?? This people.. they have no respect whatsoever..

I don't like the constant vigilant we have to be in in our own country, against each other; it should be a safe place called home.


“Let’s roll,” was heard by the passenger Todd Beamer on Flight 93 before he and others rushed the cockpit. It became a rallying cry for the entire nation.

Remembering 10 years of 9/11 and the issues that came with it.

Thought Sounds Like This

aka Day 8 – A song to match your mood.

Umair says I’m usually a happy kid and silence from me means a catastrophe is looming. Maybe around her, but with my flipping mood, I’d say I am normally content. I am blessed with so, so much.

This song is content, River by Tatsuya Ishii. I am mostly attracted to his vocal and the feeling he put into it. I heard longing and hope in this song without consulting the translation to its lyrics. And I wasn’t off by much, you can look up what that song meant here. The lyric is to ponder as well.

The point in music for me, is to be able to dissolve the many trains of thought in my head.

Please say 'I do'

aka Day 7 – Your dream wedding.

Last year our maternal grandparents passed away; both when I was in Egypt and during exam period. 2010 was exceptionally hard and I wasn’t tough enough so yeah, it sucked. It changed me somehow, unfortunately for the worse. I have only myself to blame for.

Anyway, back to the topic. Last year's summer we went back to our village in Beruas, Perak. While the rest of us camped at Ateh’s house, me and my mom went down to our grandparents’ house. No one was there, and the emptiness brought mom to tears and me felt hollow inside.


So I told my mom, “When* I get married, can I have it here?” So that the place will be lively again, so that this special home won’t be another vacant empty space. It used to be filled with us running around chasing chubby cousins for a cuddle and aunties preparing meals while uncles smoked (urgh, when will they repent?) over coffee. It was a happy place.

I want it to still be a happy place.

Mom doesn’t share my sentiment though. She said it’ll be more work for her. I still got time to change her mind, no biggies.

* The usage of 'When' is indicative of my confidence that that day will arrive, hehe.

It's a Healthy Two Years

aka Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago.
Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?

Other than the fluctuating weight and the irreversible sunburnt by constantly kissing the sun, I don’t think I’ve changed much physically for the past two years. I still wear black slacks for every occasion, still keep the same sweater and never felt the need for baju kurung other than for functions. And still retain that impossible attitude (to an extent).

So to prove this point, I'm attaching a picture of myself more than three years ago.

OLC final debate, April 2008 maybe?
From left: Faizah, Razan, Mits. Oh I miss them.

But mentally, it’s another story. You think differently once you expose yourself to others’ dreams and hopes. Mingling with people of various backgrounds and upbringing leads to exposure to variety of ideas, thus you have to be able to think critically and integrate all those information to benefit yourself greatly, among others.

And the reality is that, I realize how much of an emotional and social retard I am since I couldn’t as easily relate to their common sense. Am still learning to mix with people..

Wed

Marriage has many pains, but celibacy has no pleasures.

-Samuel Johnson

Kak Ina's. She was the closest to a big sister when I was growing up.

Wedding is in the season! There's a few anticipated nuptial ceremonies ahead of us, and that include Ira Sahri's on the 3rd September, Anah Suparman on the 10th and Abang Warouq's on the 18th. I was hoping for a PO entry for the latter given the celebrity status of our best-beloved super senior ;)

Before I forget, feel free to drop by our house on the 3rd September (that's this Saturday, people), we've got a ceremony of our own. Introduce yourself as Atiqah's acquaintance alright? Map is as attached.