Friday, December 8, 2017


She once told me she might not get married with the person she is dating now
She once told me she might perhaps get married with a Dato' or any YB
She once told me she might end up being a spinster
She once told me if she got married it will be the simplest wedding ever without a dais or whatnot
She once told me she would not look beautiful in a wedding dress. 

Well, let me tell you this, best friend,
The truth is, 
All those things you've once told me are bullsh*t. 
You've finally got married with the person you've dated for 10 years or so and that proves you are not going to be a spinster
You are not getting married with a dato' coz you know what a dato' will not guarantee a good life. 
You have the best wedding ever; the one that beyond your expectation
And you look like a princess on that beautiful greyish wedding dress! (God, I don't know how many times I have to tell you, you are not fat!)

I cried when you got hitched. 
I don't know how to describe the feelings
Perhaps because i wasn't there witnessing your big day
Or perhaps because it feels like somebody has taken you away from me
Or perhaps because you finally with someone you dearly loved after series of challenging 'drama' that you ought to face. 

I know things are going to be different
I know things will change
Both of us are having comitments now
But I hope our sisterhood will last forever

Selamat Pengantin Baru, Best Friend! :')

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

.trying hard to be romantic.

She: Abang do you like iPhone?
He: Suka! Why?
She:'iPhone' suka you! 
He: *impressed*

Well, that was the very first time he really got blown away with my pick up line. Before this, he spoilt all my pick up lines coz he read it first on facebook before I could use it. -.-

And, this, people, deserves to be posted in here so that it could remind me I had won the pick up line Challenge once! Lol. 

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

'F' is for 'fight; not 'fool'

I don’t know

but I can’t stop thinking about this matter as it keeps on playing in my mind like the ‘I am Me’ song



I just actually attended a meeting regarding our students’ performance with some ‘outsiders’

Desperately hoping it could be fruitful to the entire teachers and students,

 And yes, it did - - -

well at least that’s what I told myself many times

But I can’t deny the fact that they actually don’t bother my students as human

My students are merely figures,


grades name it


Everything should be on paper

 should be proven by data.


Those who get A are good students

Those who failed are not

they are problematic

Perhaps I should just tell them

My students who failed is as human as the 'A' students

 My students who failed really want to study,

 really focus,

 really positive about life.


But they don’t see that

They don’t even bother

Because my students are just numbers

 without feelings.


Friday, June 30, 2017

.wearing pavlova.

Today I was planning to buy a new pair of jeans since the one that I was wearing was bought like 11 years ago?! Haha. I know right.  how time flies. I really need a new pair since traveling wearing skirt/dress/palazzo is quite hard for me. 

So I went to this one particular shop which the brand is quite well-known. 

'Miss, ada straight cut jeans?'
And suddenly she snorted. I was clueless. Did I ask a silly question?

'Yg ladies semua skinny jeans. Mana ada straight cut.'

I was like, Really??? Am I that old-fashioned??

' bout this? It doesn't look skinny though.' I asked

' Oh, yang ni jeans lelaki. Yg perempuan punya yg lagi ketat melekat kat kaki.' The salesgirl told me. I was quite unsure how to give appropriate reaction to her. But I was quite sure how my reaction was when she said, 'Tapi kalau akak nak pakai jeans lelaki pun bole. Longgar sikit.'

And so, I tried the male jeans. And guess what, it's utterly fittt (not the waist but the legs) though I tried a size bigger. I gave her the jeans back, said thank you and off I go. 

I told my husband about it. And he laughed. He said I should just stick to wearing 'pavlova'. 

P/s: and by 'pavlova', he actually meant 'palazzo'. He always has this confusion between those two. Haha. Yes, my husband is funny tho he has a stern face. And that's why I love him. Lol. Tetibe. 

Nope.  He's definitely not wearing pavlova.  Na-ah.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

.hard to say goodbye when it comes to Plymouth.

It was Plymouth all over again. 
I didn't really favour Cameron Highlands at first as I thought it could be just like Kundasang; cold,strawberries, carrots and cabbages. 
But as I entered the Mardi English Cottage, it gave me a homey feeling. 
The interior, the design, the carpet, the coldness, and the smell were really like my Plymouth. 
I felt my chest hardened as I performed my prayer. It was the same prayer clothes that I wore in Plymouth. 
And I can't help myself to reminisce how easy life was back then. 

It was the third day when we packed our things to go back. 
As I closed the front door, I told myself I should move on. 

Well, reality, bring it on! 

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

.Dear my lil caliph, (Gastro Ward, what??)

They failed to identify the disease.  The OB said everything is okay with you.  Mama's blood is still 9.  Not 6 as claimed by the other hospital.  Mama was confused.  He said again, may be there's something wrong with the machine or they accidentally changed the blood with someone else's.  Mama was frustrated.  But, we cannot blame anyone.  Papa always told us to look at the other side of the coin  (He's being so positive lately since you were in my tummy. Hee)

So, they called another specialist.  This time, they focused on mama since there's nothing wrong with you.  Well, as long as you are okay, mama will be fine too.  After waiting for about 3 hours, the doctor came.  And she straight away asked the nurses to send mama to Gastro Ward because the esophagus was bleeding. Sobs. But thank God, they could let papa stay with us.  It was already 11 pm.  Mama was tired.  So mama slept on a very comfy bed whereas papa, slept on a non-sleepable chair.  ='(

To be continued... 

Monday, July 6, 2015

Dear my lil caliph, (.The white coat men.)

They straight away brought mama to the half-critical zone.  The room filled with all these wires and machines and these weird medicinal stuffs. Once the nurses placed mama on a bed, the doctors started to examine you and me. They took 4 bottles of mama's blood. It hurt so much. So mama cried. Papa wasn't there. They didn't allow him in. Nenek, Wan and Tok weren't there. Aunties too. And your aunt Dib even. So mama cried even heavier. The nurse beside mama, was crying too.

Then, 5 doctors surrounded mama. Each one of them asked me the exactly same questions.  Mama was bored. They couldn't figure out what kind of disease mama is having. After half an hour, they called obstetrician(OB) to check on mama coz they said may be something was wrong with you. Mama was really extremely worried about you. The OB came an hour after that. He's fatherly. I guess you would like him too. He gently scanned you. And the two other doctors and a nurse inside the room were telling me how sweet you were inside the tummy. The OB smiled. And showed mama the screen. He showed mama your serene heartbeat. Mama cried again. Seeing you alive inside my tummy is the best blessing ever in this holy month of Ramadhan. Allah is the greatest. :')

To be continued...