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Tiba2 malam ni teringat masa dok berjauhan dengan incik suami dulu2. Masa tu belom kawin la. Bila saya dapat tahu dia kena posting ke Sabah...rasa sedih juga .Tapi dalam sedih2 ada juga terselit rasa syukur sebab masa tu saya rasa kalau dia kena posting Sabah Sarawak ke saya rasa macam ada can je nak kawin cepat. Hahaha. Gatai sungguh. Masa sehari sebelum dia fly ke Sabah,batch guru2 yang sama2 kena posting ke Sabah juga kena kumpul kat Hotel ni...kat KL lah. Sanggup saya ke KL naik LRT jumpe dia. Bukan apa..buah hati pengarang jantung dah nak pegi jauh...lama lagi dapat nak berjumpa, nanti komfirm rindu rinduan. Lagi pon saya tak tahu boleh ke nak pegi ke airport hantar dia. Mana ada transport. Yang ada cuma public transport. Tapi , nak jadi cerita masa on the way balik ke rumah sewa from KL pada hari tu....terserempak la dengan my fren ni......Cik Mar saya panggil dia.... " Kak Zana, mu dari mana ... " tanya dia...saya pon bagi tahu la semua nya...sebak juga tapi tak na

Hari Selasa baru2 ni saya ke KK dengan incik suami, berdua jer. Anak2 semua tinggal dengan Hugau. Pergi nak amek stok barang2 kek. Masa on the way ke KK tu temperature kereta naik. Punya la kami laki bini risau sampai nak bercerita2 dalam kereta pon macam tak terkeluar suara. Mata ni asik dok perati je meter temperature tuh. Aduhaiii....yer la nak wat cemaner...kereta pon dah berusia, macam ni lah. Tapi tua2 kereta ni pon hari tu elok je bawak ke Sandakan. Alhamdulillah, kami sampai juga ke KK. Terus la menuju ke kedai bakery supplier nih. Namun dukacita di maklum kan bahawa banyak stok barang2 kek yang kritikal macam cream cheese, whipped cream habis stok. Maka kami beli ajela mana yang ada. Sedih tu sedih la jugak. Tapi nak buat macam mana kan . Memandangkan banyak barang yang kami nak beli tak ada stok maka kami pon nak balik ajelah. Lagi pon malam ni nak tengok citer First Wives Club. Hehehe. Lepas dan solat kami pon bergerak la. Sepanjang perjalanan dari KK ke Papar tu temperatur

Sebentar tadi, sedang saya lena tidur tiba2 hand phone saya berbunyi. Saya terus bingkas bangun. Nasib baik la telefon di atas meja kopi je kalau tak harus la saya menggagau mencari fon entah di mana. Sebab kebiasaannye memang saya suka letak henfon merata. Sebaik sahaja saya melihat skrin telefon nama sepupu saya Adrina tertera. Terus saya rasa tak sedap hati dan mengagak that it's going to be a sad news. And I was indeed right. My beloved uncle Ayah Di has peacefully departed. I choked. Ayah Di had been battling with prostate cancer for past 6 years (plus) and through all the years he had been a fighter and he fought to the end. Ayah Di....we're all gonna miss you...gonna miss you smiles....your jokes......your spirit. " Betapa kita berbangga dgn kedudukan kita hari ini, pasti ia ada sejarahnya, justru sedar lah diri dan bersyukur kepada allah swt " - (Adi Taha, April 2010) Dato' Dr. Adi bin Tah a Mantan Ketua Pengarah Jabatan Muzuim Malaysia. ( 3 Ogos 1951-

Wear matching tudung! Saya ni nak kata orang yang bergaya sangat tu tak lah.Biasa2 jer. Janji pakaian kemas , tak koyak...tak buruk sangat tak kisah lah. Kalau keluar rumah pegi pekan pon sempoi jer...tak kisah sangat tudung matching ke...ape ker. Tak ada sapa nak peduli pon. Tapi semalam...aduhai, tak pernah saya rasa tension dan serba tak kena. Bukan tak pakai baju, bukan baju koyak atau lusuh....tapi pasal tudung tak matching dengan baju. Tudung pink ..kemeja purple. Tak match la kan ? Pergi pulak ke Pasar Siti Khadijah dan Bazaar Buluh Kubu. Kedai kain batik dan jual tudung berderet2....Orang tengok semacam jer. Selalunyer saya wat tak kisah....yer la..bukan nya saya bervogel pon...cuma tudung tak match jer. Tapi bila ada sorang ni ada bisik "tak match" , tergugat la my level of confidence. Tapi masa tu masih ok lagi. Namun..bila saya perati keliling saya....saya tengok wanita2 Kelate ni...dari budak kecik (yg pakai tudung la...) sampai ke orang tua macam nenek2....SEMUA

Ok lah. mari la kita cerita benda yang berlaku Rabu lepas. Entry ni mungkin panjang sikit la yer. Tak tahu nak mula dari mana sebenarnya tapi masuk hari ni...hari Rabu juga...sudah seminggu ia berlalu. Kejap je . Tengokkan gambar dalam entry yang sebelum ni so dapat la anda meneka bahawa kami eksiden. Ya. Hari Rabu lepas. Hari tu kami tak plan pon nak pegi KK. Last minit punya plan. Dalam pukul 10 pagi baru la saya SMS incik suami tanya dia kot2 la boleh ke KK hari tu sebab dah banyak barang2 kek yang habis. Mula2 incik suami kata pegi esok sajalah (Khamis) tapi saya kata hari Khamis saya ada driving class yang saya tak sanggup nak ponteng , so saya kata kita pegi hari Jumaat ajelah.....dah Jumaat suami pulak ada hal...maka nak jadi cerita kami bertolak juga ke KK hari Rabu tu. Anak2 pula yang besar2 memang nak tinggal ...yang kecik dua orang ni jela..... Saya pon cuba tanya Ita - my weekly cleaner , dia keje kat lorong belakang rumah saya ni jugak. Alhamdulillah Ita was available so

Belum sempat nak mengarang. Tapi kita letak gambar dulu. Dah letak dalam fesbuk awal2 lagi dah sebenarnyer masa hari kejadian tu lagi...nanti ada masa skit saya akan karang dan cerita dari awal sampai akhir .... tunggu ye . :)

Owh ...lagu mano la bulih nyo tok ingat nok tulih cerito juppo saing lamo ? Ish2....tu la...sibuk sangat. Dok....nok oyat nyo ..baru2 ni ...tok ingat doh berapo haribulae...ambo gi KK. Gi blako la...bowok semo anok2. Gi nyo sebak nok juppo saing lamo. 11 tahun doh tok jupo. Last jupo maso ambo nikoh dulu..pah tok jupo2 doh. Jadi kebetulae dio mari jjale kKK nih. Hari tu lagi dio oyat nyo nok mari jadi ambo meme dok nati2 lah. Ambo gi di hotel dio....pah ambo pon turun keto nok gi cari dio la....kot luar lobi tu ambo napok doh dio nga mok dio, anok2 dio...cik abae dio.....wahahahaa...suko nyo ambo! Mujo ambo tok gi tepuh pitu kaco tuh wak nyo suko do'oh. Hahaha... Ambo bukok jah pitu lobby hotel tu dio pon napok laluh ambo....nyo lari la dio nok khabat ambo supo cito industae. Takdop music jah. Hahaha....tobat weh suko nyo jupo Suhaila. Ambo nga Suhaila ni kenal maso matrik di UPMT sekali. Dio dok rumoh lain...tapi dio sokmo mari lepok rumoh ambo mugo housemate ambo tiko tu ado spup

hari ni tak ke mana2 w/p cuti 3 hari. Minggu lepas pon cuti 3 hari jugak, pon tak kemana2 jugak. Pagi2 pegi pasar, brekfes pastu balik cepat2 sebab incik suami nak ke KK dengan Ust. Fuad. Maka saya dan anak2 di rumah sajalah. Pagi2 cuaca panas sangat, sidai baju pon semua kering . Tengok cuaca elok cerah je maka saya pon plan nak la berbasikal around taman. Sejak incik suami beli basikal tu saya tak naik2 pon lagi. Alih2 hujan lebat la pulak. Tak apa lah. Bila nampak hujan mencurah2, lebat, banyak....anak2 pon tergedik2 nak mandi hujan. Saya pon bagi. Bersorak la semuanya. Terus berlari ke dalam hujan. Teringat masa kecik2 dulu. Saya pon suka mandi hujan jugak. Asal hujan lebat mula dok terjenguk2 ke luar tingkap. Pastu kalau nampak anak2 Toksu sebelah rumah semua pakat berlari dalam hujan dengan gembiranya makin la tak tahan nak ikut mandi jugak. Hahaha. Bila Ma bagi green light......weeeeehhoooooo! terus turun tangga berlari dalam hujan. Seronok sungguh. Mandi hujan la saya sampai

gambar ihsan dari Google Yer kali ni saya nak cerita pasal my confession no.2 pulak. To tell you the truth I have this dream to be playing a music instrument in an orchestra. Whenever I look a group of musicians performing particularly an orchestra , I wished that I was one of them. And if I'm one of them I choose to play the violin or may be flute or piano. owh...masa kecik2 dulu memang sangat teringin nak belajar piano but faham2 lah..back then, being a musician is like a taboo. Lagipon 25 years ago hanya orang kaya2..or orang yang duit terlebih je yang hantar anak belajar piano. So berkubur lah impian saya tu. Luckily masa saya sekolah rendah dulu kurikulum baru sekolah rendah ketika itu untuk mata pelajaran muzik ada silibus belajar rekoder...jadi saya memang sangat2 gembira. So music class had always been a subject that I was looking forward to. I and was really good at it ! Asal ada lagu2 baru yang tengah hit mesti saya akan cuba ikut melody nya dengan menggunakan rekoder.

Today we say good bye to our car WDQ3918. We bought her in 2001 as our first ride and she had been a very good companion for the last 9 years. My husband loves her so much that he had bought and showered her with various types of accessories and special treatment more than he ever gave me. Oops. Her sport rim was stolen once and it had made my husband in despair for a quite some time. In 2004 she had undergone a major modification to her heart. My husband spent a quite some of ringgit just to upgrade her standard 1.5 engine to 2.0 4g63t turbo engine (which is an alien language to me). She also got new paint job. She was a beauty. I guess. Unfortunately on November 16,2005 she had involved in an accident. but it wasn't my husband who was driving. The accident had caused severe damage to her. She was turtle up side down broken glasses was everywhere but luckily the driver was not injured (for more pictures click here ) . He was just in shocked. It took almost 4 unbearable mont

Sebentar tadi kami baru sahaja mendapat berita bahawa nenda kesayangan suami saya telah pon selamat kembali ke rahmatullah di Hospital Tengku Ampuan ,Klang kerana sakit tua. Mbah (which is what we call grandma in Javanese) is a very soft spoken and nice lady. She had been suffering of sakit tua for a wuite sometime. She could barely hear or see us. Whenever we came to see her we had to stay close to her so she could hear our voices and she could caress our face trying hard to identify whom is who. Mbah to my husband is like his second mother because Mbah used to take of him when he was a little kid. Everytime we came back during school holiday a visit to Mbah's house is a must and each time the two of them meet ( Mbah and my husband) they would hug and kiss eachother with tears in their eyes. And as for me, I 'm glad that I was given the chance to take of Mbah when I was in kampung for the last couple years. Even just for a short time. I bathed her, dressed her, combed her ha

yer... hand mixer cap Khind saya dah tamat riwayat nyer dah. dua tahun lebih saya dok lenjan dia dengan bersungguh2...akhirnya riwayat nye sampai ke penghujung jua. Semalam la...eh...bukan, a day before yesterday....saya dok putar2 fresh cream ...nak deco cake la sekali dah siap2 putar saya pon off kan dia punye power.....but to my amazement whiskernya tetap nak berputar2.....zrett...zrettt gitu....saya pon tekejut la kan...tp dia putar slow2 je...ala2 tak cukup bateri.....pastu tak lama tu keluar spark kat dalam perut mixer tu...dan kemudian di ikuti dengan asap kaler kelabu2 dan bau benda terbakar.....saya pon cepat2 tutup plak main switch. Baru la spark tu padam. Hadoii.....kecut jugak saya walaupon hanya small spark. Terus saya rasa sedey....owh...mixer saya dah broke down. Tapi dia memang dah banyak berjasa kepada saya dan saya tetap sayangkan hand mixer tu walaupon saya dah ada satu lagi stand mixer BERJAYA yang besar dan berat yang amat tu. Kalau ada adunan yg skit2...saya me

Tiba2 saya teringat masa saya skolah dulu. Owh...kalau waktu skolah...tu la waktu yang indah, kan? Kalau boleh nak balik semula waktu2 tu. hehehe... Ni kisah masa saya form 5, tahun 1994. Masa tu kakak saya yang no.3- Kak Noor, baru bersalin kan anak sulung dia... Najihah . Pastu ada sekali tu kak Noor balik ke KB and masa dia nak balik semula ke Kuantan she asked me to come with her. Kak Noor ajak pegi kejap je....wat teman dia ,pastu dok 2,3 hari kang saya balik la ke KB semula lagi pon skolah pon belum cuti...SPM pon tak start lagik....so off I went to Kuantan. Sebelum pegi tu saya tulis la sepucuk surat untuk my bestfriend kat kelas - Tick (mana la dia skang). ...siap bermadah2 lagi..hahaha...saya bitau la...by the time she was reading my letter tu...I was already on my way to Kuantan. Owh...surat tu saya hantar dekat Tick through my sister Siti yang sama2 belajar at the same school with me. Siti was 13 then. The second day I was at Kuantan my mom gave me a call. Dia tanya saya..

Semalam, tak tahu nak masak apa pasal lauk kat umah ni dah tak berapa nak ada ,cuma ada ayam and udang je.....so I decided to make Nasi Goreng Sardin. Lama dah tak makan nasik goreng sardin ni. Sebelum goreng nasi, goreng keropok dulu... Siap2 goreng panggil anak2 makan. Yang saya punye extra pedas sikit. Yang anak2 punyer mild punya pedas. Mujur la anak2 ni jenis tahan pedas....kalu tak leceh nyer ...pasal maknya sker makan pedas. Makan nasi goreng mesti ada keropok baru sedap. Krup krap krup krap. Bila makan2 nasi goreng ikan sardin ni ...mesti pulak teringat dekat my mom. Sebab my mom, kalu buat nasi goreng masa kami kecik2 dulu....mesti buat nasi goreng ikan sardin ni la. Kalu dia beli sardin tu maknanya untuk wat nasi goreng lah. Pastu kami plak adik beradik, kalu makan tu mula menggali dalam nasik, cari ketulan ikan sardin yang my mom tak terpenyek kasi hancur,hihihih. Kalau gali2 dalam pinggan and jumper....macam dapat jack pot la tu. Hahaha....tu la kenangan nasi goreng ikan s

Sophea and Laila dah mula latihan silat. At last bersilat jugak dua beradik tu. Actually, since Sophea Tahun 1 lagi dia dok mintak nak belahar silat. Tanguh punya tangguh tahun ni baru kami decide to enroll both of them. Ikutkan hati aku nak dua beradik tu masuk Gayong...macam aku and my cik abe tapi kat sini takder PSSGM or PSSPGM....so tak per...belajar jelah apa silat yang ada. Saya support je my kids bersilat..apa lagi I,myself pon seorang pesilat. Tapi dah bersara lah...hehehe. My kids boleh dikira bertuah sebab dapat belajar dari usia yg masih muda dan mendapat sokongan penuh dari kami berdua. Unlike me, I started quite late. Masa form 4 baru nak bersilat. Pastu pulak my mom wasn't very encouraging. Tak tahu la kenapa...sebab ganas ker...atau tak sesuai dengan orang perempuan ker...tak tahu la. Tak pernah tanya...tapi tidak la pulak my mom menghalang..cuma dia pernah cakap kat saya..."toksoh dok silat laaa......"tapi tula..saya ni degil. Naaak jugak bersilat. Ntah l

Itu actually panggilan aku kat jerawat. Aku sker panggil gitu. Jangan marah yer para jururawat kat spital..... Sejak dari omo 17 ....dok struggle ngan bender nih. Sedey nyer....sokmo dok berangan kalau muka aku licin....dan gebuss. Aku start ada jururawat once I had my menses tp biasa2 jela...sebijik gitu jela....orang kata kalau ada sebijik kat muka..jadik pemanis la plak. Masa aku dok Ma'ahad Muhammadi (P)...sekolah pompuan....muka aku licin woo...peminat pon ramai (wah,perasannyer) . Kiranya memang tader masalah la...sampai la aku form 4, habis SRP (yes, aku amik SRP yer..bukan PMR) aku tukar skolah pegi SMIP , sekolah campor. Mula2 ok lagi....muka aku masih menten licin....pastu ntah bila dan kenapa..makin lama makin galak plak jururawat timbul....sampai sumer peminat2 lari taww...! Mebi jugak sebab aku punyer lifestyle berubah sbb dok di Ma'ahad dulu tu aku tak aktif...my routine was pegi skolah, balik skolah...that was it. Tapi bila dok SMIP aku attended persatuan silat..

Haaa..dari hari tu lagi dok tertangguh nak citer pasal ni tapi asyik terlupa jer....banyak sangat benda nak di fikir kot? Hehehe... Basikal Sophea hilang....tak tahu la bila hilang sebab tak sedar pon. lagipon musim dok berbasikal dah habis so budak2 ni pon tader la berebut nak naik basikal, so tak perasan la. Ntah siang ke...malam ke.....basikal Sophea tu pon basikal kecik je....bila ntah kami beli ..tak ingat la plak. Tapi tu la...my cik abe la yang perasan bila dia tengok kat luar tu cuma ada tricycle Yasmin and basikal Angah yg dah patah riuk and dah boleh di jual as besi buruk,ekekeke. Basikal Sophea tadak! So..memang sah2 hilang lah. Ada pernah sekali tu basikal Angah pon hilang jugak...tp not exactly hilang la..lebih ke pada di sorok. Ha? Basikal pon ada hantu nak sorok ker?Kuikuikui......hantu siang la ni yang sorok....alah..ada la agaknyer budak2 kat sini yang sorok.....last2 jumpe kat dalam longkang....hadoi. Tapi basikal Sophea ni memang comfirm hilang lah sebab dalam longka

I"m now actually at KLIA just arrived from KB and I'm grabbing all the chance to get myself online while I have the chance. Tomorow we'll be celebrating Eidul-Adha and my flight from KB to KL just now was only 1/4 being occupied. I guess everyone is going to Kota Bharu instead of leaving Kota Bharu...huhuhu...sedey nyer......we'll be celebrating the Eid at my hubby's kampung and this is my first time celebrating it there. I wonder how it would be.......hmm......saying good bye to my mom...my abah....my sisters.....my family....is never easy....I tried hard not burst into tears. It's okay.....we'll see each other again next year.....perhaps in May? I love all you so very much and I'm definitely are missing all of you already.Huhuhuhu....

Yesterday I received a sad news.....my dear cousin Abe Ra had passed away. I wasn't sure what was the cause of his death. Poor my auntie Cik Yah, last July she just lost her husband of 40 years- my uncle, Ayah Sid , and now her eldest son. Abe Ra is not even 40 yetbut according to my sister, Jie, Abe Ra had been complaining of severe head ache since last Raya, and he had to be warded because of that.He almost lost his life once when he was struck by high voltage electric shock at work. He burnt quite a large part of his body, inlcuding his face but he survived. He was a nice person and always in hand whenever we need his favor especially with the electric thingy. He reminded me of my late uncle, Ayah Soh...who used to do this electric wiring in our house (and other relatives)too. ***************************************** Mohd Umran Wan Abdul Rashid, had peacefully departed on 30th October 2008, leaving behind a mother (Nariah), a wife (Wan Rohaya),5 brothers (Umar Khairi, Mohs Zaf

Do you have pen pals ? Well, I used to have a few when I was young. I had my first pen pal when I was 11, I didn't exactly remember how we got to know each other and had each other's addresses but I think she was a friend's friend or a friend's acquaintance or something like that. She lived not very from my hometown and I still remember we shared the same interest- Stamp Collecting ! We regularly wrote to each other and did some stamps exchanging. I enjoyed being her pen friend and we kept writing for a quite some time but I wasn't sure what went wrong....I think it was me....that made us stop. My second pen pal was a Swedish girl named Monica Pahlsson (actually ada satu titik atas huruf 'a' tu ) . I got her address from a service called International Youth Services. At that time it was kinda a trend to have pen pals from foreign countries especially from The States and Europe, even my elder sisters had a few of themselves too. I was so excited to h