The Journal

Today...July 8, 2008 marked another memorable event in my family's history...my beloved uncle, Ayah Sid has peacefully departed at 12.30 noon at his residence surrounded by his wife and 7 children. Ayah Sid had been half paralyzed for almost 8 years after he had a stroke back in 2001. Since then he spent most of his time in his house in Kota Bharu. The last time I saw him was last December when I went to visit him with my husband and our 4 kids. He was so skinny and couldn't talk much. We barely could understand his bubbly words and he had to support his back if he wished to sit. Ayah Sid during his healthy and active life was a very funny man. In fact, even when he was already being struck by stroke he still made jokes.. He was a teacher, like my Abah and also was an international football referee ...(well, Abah was a referee too except he was only a national football referee). He had been travelling all over the world because of football. Ayah Sid ...you'll always rema

Hari ni aku nak bercerita pasal rumah pulak. Rumah2 yang penah aku tinggal.....dari aku kecik sampai la sekarang ni. Sejak aku kawin for the past 7 years aku dah tinggal di 4 buah rumah termasuk la rumah sekarang ni. Rumah yang mula2 kami tinggal ialah rumah No. 147, Taman Luagan. It was a semi detached house with 3 bedrooms and 2 bath rooms. Rumah tu nak kata besar...tak la besar...okayla...tp besar skit la dari rumah skang sebab semi-D kan...pastu ada laman yg luas....tepi belakang but unfortunately masa tu aku tak memang tak minat pon nak menanam ke aper....so gitu jela. It was a full-furnished house so for a newly wed like us (masa tu laa..) memang elok sangat la...orang kata just masuk cuci kaki jer. Sumer dah ada.....sampaikan tukang potong rumput pon tuan rumah upahkan. Tahun 2002 kami pindah ke rumah No.43, Taman Fajar plak.....rumah ni kecik skit..... perabut and peralatan elektrik sumer ada jugak la.....tp aku tak tahu la...aku sker sangat dok situ walaupun tak ramai kengkawa

The general election is just around the corner. Me and hubby tak balik though we both registered. Sayang nyer kan? Even a single vote is priceless because that single vote can make a lot of difference. Some of our friends do get return flight tickets and I really hope that they make the perfect choice. I know they will. I don't want to talk much about elections since everybody is talking about it. But that doesn't mean I don't follow the election progress (aper punyer ayat daaa...) . Most of the things that I read makes me sick..... I heard this song or should I say nasyid by this all-boys group called NIRWANA...but I forgot the song's title later this evening and it reminds me of my good old times with my sisters...Jie..Siti..Ahlami...Adik......we used to make fool of ourselves....and laughed .....we liked to imagine things that beyond reality like having a Kelantan Football team that insists of speaking ONLY Kelantan dialect despite of taking part in an international

Here I am at half past one in the morning...trying hard to jot down something out of my mind....out of my heart. I used to love writing and I even thought of becoming a writer or a journalist. I wrote things that I love and hate, things that touched my heart, things that I enjoyed and don't and lots more. But despite of the different things..it all came from one source, straight from my heart. I also had always loved singing. I event took part in several singing competition, seriously ! But I didn't win. I guess it's in my blood since my father was a good singer (he even had a commercial name- Ahmad Jaafar , hehehe ), well I think he's still is but now he only "sings" the words from the Holy Quran. My Kakak can sing well too...and so does my sister Ahlami.....owh....she loves to sing which everybody knows, just like me. If she didn't sing she would hum. Even my brother Welloh enjoys singing....he sings for dikir barat .....owh...how I love dikir barat . A