Td masa aku dok ber-WhatsApp dgn Azy, kami dok gagah guna semua caps lock. Aku kata kat Azy "aku rasa kita ni lagu orang tua-tua aih guna caps lock semua."
Then aku teringat masa aku kat Dhoby Ghaut dulu. Masa tu rumah mak tok guna phone land line ja and tepi phone tu confirm-confirm kena ada BUKU TELEFON. I'm sure a lot of you can relate to this. Hehe.
Mak tok was very active in her marhaban and maulud activities. So banyak la kawan-kawan maulud dia. So everytime kawan maulud baru join the gang, dia nanti suruh aku record their phone numbers in the phone book.
"Anja tolong tulih sat nombor Mami Rahmah dalam buku ni," mak tok kata sambil bagi kat aku secebis kertas with the phone number.
Aku pun tulih la seperti biasa...di ataih satu line A4 paper.
Mak tok tgk, teruih dia kata, "Apa yang haluih macam bulu mata anja tulih tu? Mak tok tak nampak apa. Tulih bagi besaq sikit."
Ikut hati nak aku tarik satu bulu mata aku lepaih tu ukoq tengok sama besaq ka dak. Oleh kerana aku tak mau kena tarik telinga oleh mak tok disebabkan ke-JUAH-an diri aku sendiri, aku pn menurut perintah Hjh Che Jam.
Aku tulih besaq skit. Lani 3 lines A4 paper tu. "Haa nindia mak tok. Ok kan besaq ni?"
Mak tok tengok sambil kerut-kerut dahi. Adoi aku susah hati dah ni.
"Besaq la lagi... Haluih tak nampak apa aih." Aku hampir pengsan dengaq mak tok suruh buat besaq lagi.
Kali ni, aku akan pastikan aku tulis dgn menepati Quality Control Hjh Che Jam.
AKU TULIH NOMBOR TEPON MAMI RAHMAH TU SEKERAT MUKA A4 tu.
Haaaa lega hati aku. Kalau tak cukup besaq lagi, aku tulih ataih dinding rumah ja lepaih ni.
"Mak tok, nindia. Kalau kecik jugak tak tau la. Dari rumah Tok Teh tu boleh baca dah."
"Anja perli mak tok na," jawab mak tok. Then we both laughed together.
مَاشَآءَاللّهُ I miss her so much. I miss teasing her. I miss cracking jokes with her.
Ya Allah please rest my mak tok in peace. I miss her, I love her Ya Rab.
Al-Fatihah :)
Friday, April 12, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
SAY "I LOVE YOU"
Festive season like this reminds me of my childhood.
Masa aku duduk dengan mak tok and tok ayah kat Dhoby Ghaut. Dah nama pun duduk dengan mak tok and tok ayah, every year bila raya menjelma, semua anak-anak mak tok and tok ayah, merangkap ibu ayah, mak cik, pak cik, sepupu sepapat aku semua nanti balik ke kampung.
A week before semua orang balik, mak tok nanti suruh aku kemaih rumah.
"Anis, hang bok keluaq semua cadar-cadar dalam bilik semua. Tudung-tudung tingkap semua bok turun nak basuh. Cuci tingkap, vacuum kat ataih," mak tok memberi arahan. Kalau mau mulut kena cabai, kata la tak mau buat. Ada berani? Takdak berani punya.
"Ok, tuan!" aku menjawab, lalu mula buat apa yang patut.
Buat kerja dulu memang bosan kalau tak dengaq music. So sebelah kanan punya poket boh walkman, sebelah kiri punya poket boh kaset-kaset yang nak tukaq. Backstreet Boys, N'SYNC, Siti Nurhaliza memang album wajib. Punya la berat walkman dengan kaset-kaset tu, sat-sat aku kena tarik seluaq ke ataih tak mau bagi terlondeh.
Tu keja aku kat ataih rumah.
Mak tok pulak, basuh bunga-bunga plastik dia, bok keluaq segala pinggan mangkuk yang pakai setahun sekali saja. Bunga-bunga plastik dia tak bagi aku basuh. Kalau aku basuh, nanti tinggai tangkai ja.
Tok ayah pulak buat keja seharian macam biasa. Sidai baju kat luaq rumah. Ya, itulah pekerjaan seharian tok ayah. Sidai baju, angkat baju bila dah kering, lipat baju, lepaih tu mak tok aku nanti lipat semua balik sebab tak mengikut QC Che Jam.
"Anja! Turun mai sat!" mak tok memanggil.
Dengan walkman dan kaset-kaset yang meleret-leret dalam poket, aku bergegas ke bawah sambil memegang seluaq agar tidak terlondeh.
"Ya, mak tok.." aku menjawab.
"Hang tengok sat tok ayah hang. Mak tok baru sat-sat sidai baju pukui 9 tadi, ni pukui 9.30 dia dok angkat dah. Hang pi tengok sat kering ka dak. Sat lagi dalam basah lencun tu dia lipat kot," mak tok berkata sambil lap pinggan.
Tok ayah aku ni creative terlebih. Baju tak dan kering pi angkat dah. Lagu mana mak tok tak hingaq? Nasib baik jugak mak tok buat pemantauan. Kalau dak, taik lalat, taik lembu habis naik kat baju kami semua.
Lepaih aku pi convince tok ayah yang baju-baju tu tak kering dan tak boleh dilipat lagi, aku sambung buat keja kat ataih. Lagu mana aku convince, hangpa tak payah amik tau boleh tak?! (tudia hangpa tanya pun tak)
Anyway, yang tu seminggu sebelum anak-anak mak tok and tok ayah balik.
Kini tibalah hari yang dinanti-nanti.... hari anak-anak Che Jam dan Abdul Kader balik ke kampung halaman yang sentiasa dekat di hati.
I was having my breakfast in the kitchen when I heard, "Depa semua balik hari ni la Che Jam? Hang masak apa hari ni?" Suara one of my mak tok's best friends, Aci Ton. Rumah dia kat belakang rumah mak tok ja, so memang boleh dengaq suara dia selalu.
"Aku ingat nak buat la gulai kepala gajah, tapi market tak dak juai," kedengaran mak tok menjawab.
Mak tok memang terkenal dengan sifat sarcasticnya.
Mak tok would cook the best dishes, the ones yang anak-anak and cucu-cucu suka sehingga menjilat jari. Aku akan ditugaskan pesiang sayoq, bawang la bagai.
And when depa dah dekat nak sampai, aku dan mak tok nanti perangat lauk-lauk, masak nasik, goreng ikan, buat ayaq. So that depa sampai ja, boleh makan ramai-ramai. And aku masih ingat, indication kata depa dah dekat tu, is when depa kat jambatan Pulau Pinang. (Ya la, dah kami duduk kat Penang, takkan jambatan Putrajaya kot)
"RINGGGG RINGGGG RINGGGG!!" telefon berbunyi.
It was my aunty Mama, telling that they were at jambatan already.
"Mak tok, tok ayah, depa dah kat jambatan!" aku buat pengumuman.
Haaa.. masa ni semua orang nanti jadi tak tentu hala. Dah prepare lagu mana pun nanti ada saja nak pebetoi last minute.
Yang tok ayah pulak, dah bukak pintu depan siap-siap.
Lalu kucing-kucing samseng kampung pun meluru masuk ke dalam rumah, buat macam rumah sendiri.
"Awat yang pi bukak pintu punya awai ni? Tengok habih kucing masuk rumah semua!" mak tok yang stress bertambah stress.
"Depa kata ada kat jambatan, kita bukak buang la pintu." tok ayah membela diri.
"Jambatan tu sikit punya jauh ka lagi. Bukan depa ada kat titi gantung rokwok tu. Tutup la kucing masuk nanti," mak tok kata sambil dok cedok gulai ke dalam pinggan.
And finally, all of them arrived.
The look on mak tok and tok ayah's face - priceless. Seakan-akan segala penat lelah kemas rumah, pi market, masak, bergadoh pasai angkat baju tak kering, semuanya hilang bila tengok muka anak-anak yang sangat dirindui.
When I think of this, I realise that there's nothing like parents' love for their children.
It can never be bought and replaced by anything or anyone.
Spend time with them while they are still around.
Balik kampung as often as you can, call them up, do whatever you can to show them that you love them.
Because only Allah knows how much they long to see you, to get a phone call from you, and to hear you say "I love you."
I'm ending this entry with an awesome video done by my colleagues at Naga DDB.
A video that each and everyone of us can relate to, regardless of our race and religion.
Enjoy :)
Masa aku duduk dengan mak tok and tok ayah kat Dhoby Ghaut. Dah nama pun duduk dengan mak tok and tok ayah, every year bila raya menjelma, semua anak-anak mak tok and tok ayah, merangkap ibu ayah, mak cik, pak cik, sepupu sepapat aku semua nanti balik ke kampung.
A week before semua orang balik, mak tok nanti suruh aku kemaih rumah.
"Anis, hang bok keluaq semua cadar-cadar dalam bilik semua. Tudung-tudung tingkap semua bok turun nak basuh. Cuci tingkap, vacuum kat ataih," mak tok memberi arahan. Kalau mau mulut kena cabai, kata la tak mau buat. Ada berani? Takdak berani punya.
"Ok, tuan!" aku menjawab, lalu mula buat apa yang patut.
Buat kerja dulu memang bosan kalau tak dengaq music. So sebelah kanan punya poket boh walkman, sebelah kiri punya poket boh kaset-kaset yang nak tukaq. Backstreet Boys, N'SYNC, Siti Nurhaliza memang album wajib. Punya la berat walkman dengan kaset-kaset tu, sat-sat aku kena tarik seluaq ke ataih tak mau bagi terlondeh.
Tu keja aku kat ataih rumah.
Mak tok pulak, basuh bunga-bunga plastik dia, bok keluaq segala pinggan mangkuk yang pakai setahun sekali saja. Bunga-bunga plastik dia tak bagi aku basuh. Kalau aku basuh, nanti tinggai tangkai ja.
Tok ayah pulak buat keja seharian macam biasa. Sidai baju kat luaq rumah. Ya, itulah pekerjaan seharian tok ayah. Sidai baju, angkat baju bila dah kering, lipat baju, lepaih tu mak tok aku nanti lipat semua balik sebab tak mengikut QC Che Jam.
"Anja! Turun mai sat!" mak tok memanggil.
Dengan walkman dan kaset-kaset yang meleret-leret dalam poket, aku bergegas ke bawah sambil memegang seluaq agar tidak terlondeh.
"Ya, mak tok.." aku menjawab.
"Hang tengok sat tok ayah hang. Mak tok baru sat-sat sidai baju pukui 9 tadi, ni pukui 9.30 dia dok angkat dah. Hang pi tengok sat kering ka dak. Sat lagi dalam basah lencun tu dia lipat kot," mak tok berkata sambil lap pinggan.
Tok ayah aku ni creative terlebih. Baju tak dan kering pi angkat dah. Lagu mana mak tok tak hingaq? Nasib baik jugak mak tok buat pemantauan. Kalau dak, taik lalat, taik lembu habis naik kat baju kami semua.
Lepaih aku pi convince tok ayah yang baju-baju tu tak kering dan tak boleh dilipat lagi, aku sambung buat keja kat ataih. Lagu mana aku convince, hangpa tak payah amik tau boleh tak?! (tudia hangpa tanya pun tak)
Anyway, yang tu seminggu sebelum anak-anak mak tok and tok ayah balik.
Kini tibalah hari yang dinanti-nanti.... hari anak-anak Che Jam dan Abdul Kader balik ke kampung halaman yang sentiasa dekat di hati.
I was having my breakfast in the kitchen when I heard, "Depa semua balik hari ni la Che Jam? Hang masak apa hari ni?" Suara one of my mak tok's best friends, Aci Ton. Rumah dia kat belakang rumah mak tok ja, so memang boleh dengaq suara dia selalu.
"Aku ingat nak buat la gulai kepala gajah, tapi market tak dak juai," kedengaran mak tok menjawab.
Mak tok memang terkenal dengan sifat sarcasticnya.
Mak tok would cook the best dishes, the ones yang anak-anak and cucu-cucu suka sehingga menjilat jari. Aku akan ditugaskan pesiang sayoq, bawang la bagai.
And when depa dah dekat nak sampai, aku dan mak tok nanti perangat lauk-lauk, masak nasik, goreng ikan, buat ayaq. So that depa sampai ja, boleh makan ramai-ramai. And aku masih ingat, indication kata depa dah dekat tu, is when depa kat jambatan Pulau Pinang. (Ya la, dah kami duduk kat Penang, takkan jambatan Putrajaya kot)
"RINGGGG RINGGGG RINGGGG!!" telefon berbunyi.
It was my aunty Mama, telling that they were at jambatan already.
"Mak tok, tok ayah, depa dah kat jambatan!" aku buat pengumuman.
Haaa.. masa ni semua orang nanti jadi tak tentu hala. Dah prepare lagu mana pun nanti ada saja nak pebetoi last minute.
Yang tok ayah pulak, dah bukak pintu depan siap-siap.
Lalu kucing-kucing samseng kampung pun meluru masuk ke dalam rumah, buat macam rumah sendiri.
"Awat yang pi bukak pintu punya awai ni? Tengok habih kucing masuk rumah semua!" mak tok yang stress bertambah stress.
"Depa kata ada kat jambatan, kita bukak buang la pintu." tok ayah membela diri.
"Jambatan tu sikit punya jauh ka lagi. Bukan depa ada kat titi gantung rokwok tu. Tutup la kucing masuk nanti," mak tok kata sambil dok cedok gulai ke dalam pinggan.
And finally, all of them arrived.
The look on mak tok and tok ayah's face - priceless. Seakan-akan segala penat lelah kemas rumah, pi market, masak, bergadoh pasai angkat baju tak kering, semuanya hilang bila tengok muka anak-anak yang sangat dirindui.
When I think of this, I realise that there's nothing like parents' love for their children.
It can never be bought and replaced by anything or anyone.
Spend time with them while they are still around.
Balik kampung as often as you can, call them up, do whatever you can to show them that you love them.
Because only Allah knows how much they long to see you, to get a phone call from you, and to hear you say "I love you."
I'm ending this entry with an awesome video done by my colleagues at Naga DDB.
A video that each and everyone of us can relate to, regardless of our race and religion.
Enjoy :)
Monday, February 11, 2013
The Day Tok Ayah Went Away
It was 26 January 2013.
Today was the day of my cousin, Elish's wedding reception. I was so looking forward to this day, maybe because I was partly involved in planning the reception.
Around 7.30am, my phone rang and I saw it was my ibu.
"Assalamualaikum ibu..," I answered the call.
Ibu said, "Wa'alaikumussalam. Anis....... tok ayah dah takdak."
I just kept quiet. I couldn't believe it for a while.
Yes, tok ayah had been sick for some time. But I guess no matter how much you think you are prepared for this, when the time finally comes, it still hits you hard.
I quickly got myself together and headed to Aunty Mama's house in Kota Kemuning.
Alhamdulillah, everything went smoothly. Maha Suci Allah yang telah mempermudahkan segala urusan pengebumian tok ayah. By 11.30am, tok ayah selamat disemadikan.
After that we rushed to the dewan, to prepare for the wedding. I pity my Aunty Mama, who was the hostess of the reception, and she just lost her dad. I couldn't imagine being in her shoes at that time.
Duka dalam suka.
That's how I can describe what we felt that day. It was a day to remember for our family.
As some of you might know, I grew up living with my mak tok and tok ayah.
Allah knows how much I love them.
In June 2009, I lost mak tok. It was one of the hardest moments in my life.
I felt part of me died with her.
And now, tok ayah said goodbye.
Up until now, I find it hard to believe that he was gone. I just felt that he was still there at my Aunty Mama's house. That I'd go over the weekend, to say hi and sembang with him for hours.
But I have that no more.
No more talking about wars, about politics, about life.
No more buying him toilet paper rolls, cotton buds, minyak cap kapak. No more.
Sometimes when I visited him, I salam him and then he said, "Awat Anis lama tak mai. Tok ayah rindu kat Anis." Then I'd apologise for not coming for some time, that I had "stuff" to do. He'd just smile and said, "Jangan kerja kuat sangat. Kesihatan kena jaga."
I'm sorry, tok ayah.
I'm sorry for not visiting you as often as I should've.
I hope you know how much I love you.
I hope you know how much I am missing you.
You will always be in my prayers, for as long as I live, InsyaAllah.
Al-Fatihah.
Today was the day of my cousin, Elish's wedding reception. I was so looking forward to this day, maybe because I was partly involved in planning the reception.
Around 7.30am, my phone rang and I saw it was my ibu.
"Assalamualaikum ibu..," I answered the call.
Ibu said, "Wa'alaikumussalam. Anis....... tok ayah dah takdak."
I just kept quiet. I couldn't believe it for a while.
Yes, tok ayah had been sick for some time. But I guess no matter how much you think you are prepared for this, when the time finally comes, it still hits you hard.
I quickly got myself together and headed to Aunty Mama's house in Kota Kemuning.
Alhamdulillah, everything went smoothly. Maha Suci Allah yang telah mempermudahkan segala urusan pengebumian tok ayah. By 11.30am, tok ayah selamat disemadikan.
After that we rushed to the dewan, to prepare for the wedding. I pity my Aunty Mama, who was the hostess of the reception, and she just lost her dad. I couldn't imagine being in her shoes at that time.
Duka dalam suka.
That's how I can describe what we felt that day. It was a day to remember for our family.
As some of you might know, I grew up living with my mak tok and tok ayah.
Allah knows how much I love them.
In June 2009, I lost mak tok. It was one of the hardest moments in my life.
I felt part of me died with her.
And now, tok ayah said goodbye.
Up until now, I find it hard to believe that he was gone. I just felt that he was still there at my Aunty Mama's house. That I'd go over the weekend, to say hi and sembang with him for hours.
But I have that no more.
No more talking about wars, about politics, about life.
No more buying him toilet paper rolls, cotton buds, minyak cap kapak. No more.
Sometimes when I visited him, I salam him and then he said, "Awat Anis lama tak mai. Tok ayah rindu kat Anis." Then I'd apologise for not coming for some time, that I had "stuff" to do. He'd just smile and said, "Jangan kerja kuat sangat. Kesihatan kena jaga."
I'm sorry, tok ayah.
I'm sorry for not visiting you as often as I should've.
I hope you know how much I love you.
I hope you know how much I am missing you.
You will always be in my prayers, for as long as I live, InsyaAllah.
Al-Fatihah.
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| Tok ayah at mak tok's graveyard in 2009 |
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| He couldn't see clearly, yet he smiled for me :) |
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| Cooking his favourite menu was one of the best memories. |
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| When tok ayah got really sick :'( |
Sunday, December 23, 2012
TOUGH WEEK
Assalamu'alaikum wbt.
I'm sitting beside tok ayah, listening to one of his stories back when he was young. We are both at University Malaya Medical Centre. Yes, tok ayah is in the hospital, admitted for his lung infection and low blood pressure. It's been 5 days now.
I gotta say, this week has been one of the toughest week for me this year.
I screwed up at work. Lately I have been screwing up with work very frequently that I hate myself for it. I lost focus, I was exhausted, I was stressed. Too many things to do, too little time to do it. I was overwhelmed.
It started all on last Wednesday.
At the same time I received news about tok ayah's lung infection. I broke down.
Let's not elaborate.
Enough said that I was frustrated with myself in terms of work, and I was sad thinking about tok ayah.
It's funny how when all these happen, there's no one here with me. I mean physically. My parents are far away, my best friends are away. I'm all alone. And I feel even more depressed. And I have never felt this lonely in a long time.
But then again, this is a test from Allah. Every now and then, my faith to Him has to be tested. What is faith without tests? Right? Life is not a walk in the park. Life is tough. As long as this depression brings me closer to Him, I will take it.
I believe this test is a way of Him showing me how much I am loved and blessed.
So yes, I can face this.
I will get through this, with Him by my side and in my heart. I will have the strength. Because my strength lies in knowing that He is here for me, no matter what. When no one is here with me, He is. When no one shows they care, He does. When I don't believe in myself, He believes in me.
And for Him, I will get through this.
May Allah swt be with me and all of you through our hard times. May our hard times strengthen our relationship with Him. And may we all be reminded that at the end of the day, He is all that matters.
Ameen Ya Rabbal'alamin.
I'm sitting beside tok ayah, listening to one of his stories back when he was young. We are both at University Malaya Medical Centre. Yes, tok ayah is in the hospital, admitted for his lung infection and low blood pressure. It's been 5 days now.
I gotta say, this week has been one of the toughest week for me this year.
I screwed up at work. Lately I have been screwing up with work very frequently that I hate myself for it. I lost focus, I was exhausted, I was stressed. Too many things to do, too little time to do it. I was overwhelmed.
It started all on last Wednesday.
At the same time I received news about tok ayah's lung infection. I broke down.
Let's not elaborate.
Enough said that I was frustrated with myself in terms of work, and I was sad thinking about tok ayah.
It's funny how when all these happen, there's no one here with me. I mean physically. My parents are far away, my best friends are away. I'm all alone. And I feel even more depressed. And I have never felt this lonely in a long time.
But then again, this is a test from Allah. Every now and then, my faith to Him has to be tested. What is faith without tests? Right? Life is not a walk in the park. Life is tough. As long as this depression brings me closer to Him, I will take it.
I believe this test is a way of Him showing me how much I am loved and blessed.
So yes, I can face this.
I will get through this, with Him by my side and in my heart. I will have the strength. Because my strength lies in knowing that He is here for me, no matter what. When no one is here with me, He is. When no one shows they care, He does. When I don't believe in myself, He believes in me.
And for Him, I will get through this.
May Allah swt be with me and all of you through our hard times. May our hard times strengthen our relationship with Him. And may we all be reminded that at the end of the day, He is all that matters.
Ameen Ya Rabbal'alamin.
Friday, December 7, 2012
ADAM & HAWA
This morning Azy buzzed me at YM.
Tiba-tiba, dia tulis "Kenapa cium kain tu... cium laa tuan yg kasi kain tu."
"Hang ni pasaipa dengan tak semena-mena ni punya gatai? Bila masa hang bagi aku kain?" aku jawab. Musim mengawan ka ni? Bisik hati ku.
"Aku dok tengok Adam & Hawa rah! Sweettttt sangat...!" dia menjawab.
Ooh.. yeah, drama ni memang tengah hot skarang.
Adam & Hawa is everywhere - in Facebook, Twitter. Everyone is talking about how sweet, romantic this drama is. Maybe I'll check it out when I have the time.
"Kenapa cium kain tu... cium laa tuan yang kasi kain tu."
Memang sweet.
Aku yang baru dengaq ni pun berbunga-bunga hati, tersengih macam kerang busuk di depan laptop ni. Belum lagi tengok cerita ni. Kalau tengok, aku tak tau la nak gatai lagu mana. Takot la pulak nak tengok cerita ni!
"Sinilah sayang... Tempat isteri kan di sisi suami." Azy menaip lagi.
PERGH! Memang cayaq terok la aku.
Azy menyambung, "Aku klau a guy call me 'sayang'... DAH LOMPAT TINGGI... LOMPAT BINTANG SUMA."
Aku pulak jawab, "Aku kalau husband aku panggil aku 'sayang', aku bukan kata lompat bintang, LOMPAT KATAK, LOMPAT KANGAROO semua sekali kot."
"Kalau Ijah nnt KETUK KETAMPI la kot," Azy menambah.
"Lepaih ketuk ketampi, dia nanti LARI DALAM GUNI pulak," aku boh lagi nasik tambah kot ataih.
So to all guys out there, lihatlah betapa gembiranya if you call your spouse dengan romantiknya. "Sayang", "Sweetheart", "Darling" etc memang boleh melembutkan lagi hati wanita yang dah sememangnya lembut.
Yes, it is a given that you love your wife.
Yes, your wife knows that you love her without saying it.
But like what Mufti Menk said, "Your wife is given ears by Allah swt, and you are given a mouth by Allah swt. So tell her how much you love her, because she needs to hear it."
Same goes to all of us, ladies.
Same goes to us.
May Allah swt grant us happiness with our spouse in life and the hereafter.
Ameen Ya Rabbal'alamin.
Tiba-tiba, dia tulis "Kenapa cium kain tu... cium laa tuan yg kasi kain tu."
"Hang ni pasaipa dengan tak semena-mena ni punya gatai? Bila masa hang bagi aku kain?" aku jawab. Musim mengawan ka ni? Bisik hati ku.
"Aku dok tengok Adam & Hawa rah! Sweettttt sangat...!" dia menjawab.
Ooh.. yeah, drama ni memang tengah hot skarang.
Adam & Hawa is everywhere - in Facebook, Twitter. Everyone is talking about how sweet, romantic this drama is. Maybe I'll check it out when I have the time.
"Kenapa cium kain tu... cium laa tuan yang kasi kain tu."
Memang sweet.
Aku yang baru dengaq ni pun berbunga-bunga hati, tersengih macam kerang busuk di depan laptop ni. Belum lagi tengok cerita ni. Kalau tengok, aku tak tau la nak gatai lagu mana. Takot la pulak nak tengok cerita ni!
"Sinilah sayang... Tempat isteri kan di sisi suami." Azy menaip lagi.
PERGH! Memang cayaq terok la aku.
Azy menyambung, "Aku klau a guy call me 'sayang'... DAH LOMPAT TINGGI... LOMPAT BINTANG SUMA."
Aku pulak jawab, "Aku kalau husband aku panggil aku 'sayang', aku bukan kata lompat bintang, LOMPAT KATAK, LOMPAT KANGAROO semua sekali kot."
"Kalau Ijah nnt KETUK KETAMPI la kot," Azy menambah.
"Lepaih ketuk ketampi, dia nanti LARI DALAM GUNI pulak," aku boh lagi nasik tambah kot ataih.
So to all guys out there, lihatlah betapa gembiranya if you call your spouse dengan romantiknya. "Sayang", "Sweetheart", "Darling" etc memang boleh melembutkan lagi hati wanita yang dah sememangnya lembut.
Yes, it is a given that you love your wife.
Yes, your wife knows that you love her without saying it.
But like what Mufti Menk said, "Your wife is given ears by Allah swt, and you are given a mouth by Allah swt. So tell her how much you love her, because she needs to hear it."
Same goes to all of us, ladies.
Same goes to us.
May Allah swt grant us happiness with our spouse in life and the hereafter.
Ameen Ya Rabbal'alamin.
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| Ya Allah, kurniakan aku seorang suami yang soleh. Ameen. |
Sunday, December 2, 2012
TWILIGHT THE BIJIK SAGA - Breaking Dawn Part 2
Yesterday
Azy and I went to watch Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2. I am not a Twilight fan.
I just don’t get why 2 good-looking guys chasing a girl who doesn’t even have a
character. I just don’t get it. Anyway, cik Azimah kita ni la nak tengok sangat
Jacob dia tu… benci punya pasai ikut ja la pi.. (sayang tak mau mengaku punya
kawan aku ni)
The story shows how Bella has become a vampire, and that Edward and her have a child named Renesmeberry. What? The name is wrong? Haaa.. sebab tu la orang-orang tua pesan jangan dok boh nama anak payah-payah. Siti, Aminah, Rosnah, Sakinah semua dok ada, dok pilih yang susah-susah pasaipa. (tak sedaq diri nama aku Nurisfahanis)
So yeah, they have a computer-generate child. It’s so obvious I find it funny. Even scary. They should’ve spent more time making it look more real. Tapi come to think about it again, tu anak vampire, it IS supposed to look scary. Ok enough about the baby.
Other than the fact that menjadi anak derhaka sebab tinggai mak bapak hanya kerana seorang kekasih, another thing that I find irritating about Bella is her mouth yang constantly ternganga.
Aku bisik kat Azy, “Deni awat suka nganga. Sampai aku terikut ternganga sekali ni. Lengoh mulut aku.”
Then there was a scene where Bella’s dad came to see her for the first time after she became a vampire. Edward whispered to Jacob and the rest of the family, “Let’s give them some privacy guys.”
“Yang deni pulak becakap macam dalam mulut ada emaih pasai pa tak tau. Cakap apapun tak dengaq. Macam penakot ja.. Pontianak penakot ka?!” Azy pulak hangat ati kat Edward sebab tak becakap kuat macam dia.
Aku pun apa lagi.. boh nasik tambah la… “Tula pasai. Becakap lagu orang saket. Kalau lagu ni punya becakap lagu mana nak pi interview keja semua nanti? Memang tak dapat la keja tu...Kalau masuk Kadet Remaja Sekolah, confirm la tak dapat dapat jadi komander!”
Dan dalam kegelapan panggung tu, aku boleh “nampak” Azy bagi amboi-deni-menyimpang-terok-aih punya look kat aku.
We arrived at the last scene of the movie.
The story shows how Bella has become a vampire, and that Edward and her have a child named Renesmeberry. What? The name is wrong? Haaa.. sebab tu la orang-orang tua pesan jangan dok boh nama anak payah-payah. Siti, Aminah, Rosnah, Sakinah semua dok ada, dok pilih yang susah-susah pasaipa. (tak sedaq diri nama aku Nurisfahanis)
So yeah, they have a computer-generate child. It’s so obvious I find it funny. Even scary. They should’ve spent more time making it look more real. Tapi come to think about it again, tu anak vampire, it IS supposed to look scary. Ok enough about the baby.
Other than the fact that menjadi anak derhaka sebab tinggai mak bapak hanya kerana seorang kekasih, another thing that I find irritating about Bella is her mouth yang constantly ternganga.
Aku bisik kat Azy, “Deni awat suka nganga. Sampai aku terikut ternganga sekali ni. Lengoh mulut aku.”
Then there was a scene where Bella’s dad came to see her for the first time after she became a vampire. Edward whispered to Jacob and the rest of the family, “Let’s give them some privacy guys.”
“Yang deni pulak becakap macam dalam mulut ada emaih pasai pa tak tau. Cakap apapun tak dengaq. Macam penakot ja.. Pontianak penakot ka?!” Azy pulak hangat ati kat Edward sebab tak becakap kuat macam dia.
Aku pun apa lagi.. boh nasik tambah la… “Tula pasai. Becakap lagu orang saket. Kalau lagu ni punya becakap lagu mana nak pi interview keja semua nanti? Memang tak dapat la keja tu...Kalau masuk Kadet Remaja Sekolah, confirm la tak dapat dapat jadi komander!”
Dan dalam kegelapan panggung tu, aku boleh “nampak” Azy bagi amboi-deni-menyimpang-terok-aih punya look kat aku.
We arrived at the last scene of the movie.
Bella and
Edward were at a beautiful sort of garden, full of flowers in purple. Both of
them so deeply in love, Bella expressing how much she loves Edward bla bla bla.
And then, she looked at him and said, “I have to tell you something…”
“MENGANDUNG pulak dah?” aku menyampuk ala-ala mami jarum the movie.
Azy yang baru sudah menelan ayaq mineral water yang dibeli di Jusco itu tergelak besaq.
“Hang ni nasib baik aku dan telan ayaq! Kalau tak, tersemboq ayaq aku minum, basah kepala maknya depan ni rah!"
Kalau la jadi lagu tu, si Voliture and the Cullen & Gang tak jadi berperang dalam movie tu, KAMI yang nanti perang dengan maknya dalam panggung tu.
What? It's not Voliture? Haa tu la. Boh nama orang jahat pun bukan main punya susah. Tengok P. Ramlee. Dia boh Sarip Dol ja. Sampai lani orang ingat.
Kesimpulannya, aku tak dak la rasa nak strangle myself after watching this movie. It is okay compared to the last one.
However, I didn't like the way the director told the story.
Nothing creative about how it was shot.
Script pun biasa ja, nothing deep.
And Bella is very much emotionally disconnected from her daughter.
I didn't feel her love for Renesmulberryblackberrybold.
“MENGANDUNG pulak dah?” aku menyampuk ala-ala mami jarum the movie.
Azy yang baru sudah menelan ayaq mineral water yang dibeli di Jusco itu tergelak besaq.
“Hang ni nasib baik aku dan telan ayaq! Kalau tak, tersemboq ayaq aku minum, basah kepala maknya depan ni rah!"
Kalau la jadi lagu tu, si Voliture and the Cullen & Gang tak jadi berperang dalam movie tu, KAMI yang nanti perang dengan maknya dalam panggung tu.
What? It's not Voliture? Haa tu la. Boh nama orang jahat pun bukan main punya susah. Tengok P. Ramlee. Dia boh Sarip Dol ja. Sampai lani orang ingat.
Kesimpulannya, aku tak dak la rasa nak strangle myself after watching this movie. It is okay compared to the last one.
However, I didn't like the way the director told the story.
Nothing creative about how it was shot.
Script pun biasa ja, nothing deep.
And Bella is very much emotionally disconnected from her daughter.
I didn't feel her love for Renesmulberryblackberrybold.
Sekain. Eh, sekian.
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| Edward dan Bella sedang bercengkerama di bawah sinar lampu minyak tanah. |
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| Tengok! Tengok cincin pun nak tenganga. Tak penah tengok cincin ka? Awat yang aku dok hangat ati sangat kat Bella ni pun aku tak tau la. |
Saturday, October 13, 2012
10 Things I Should Not Do When Riding Motorcycle (but I do it anyway)
- Day dreaming (which I’m soo damn good at)
- Listening to the radio (because ‘Fafau’ and ‘FBI’ crack me up and simply because it is so damn bored riding a 45-minutes journey listening to the sound of the engine)
- Glancing at Volkswagen Golf (it’s too beautiful~~)
- Singing (well, I don’t really sing but when it comes to my fav song, sometimes I feel like singing along and that’s when all the dusts from the streets, cars, other motorcycles, buses, lorries, go into my mouth.)
- Wearing make up (I’m not really a make up kinda girl but when I’m in the mood, I’ll spend some time to put some on. Then, here comes the rain and there goes my make up. Damn!)
- Wearing lipstick (again, the dusts. By the time I get to the office, instead the color of pink, I get the color of black on my lips)
- Yawning (again, the dusts)
- Passing at the corner (I know it’s dangerous, but, hear me out. When you come across a guy riding at 20km/h, would you wait??? If I run, I’d still be faster that him. I haven’t got all day for God’s sake. I’m late for work!)
- Forget to check the side mirror (I do look at it from time to time but there’s a time when I just checked it and all of a sudden this maniac passed me like a hurricane! I could have a heart attack if this happened everyday!)
- Sneezing (do you realize that everytime you sneeze, your eyes will automatically close itself? So my friend suggested – pull over if you feel like sneezing. It’s like “I need to stop to sneeze!”)
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