Ahhhh... no wonder lah...

Yesterday I had fun laughing at jokes only the two of us shared. His jokes were hilarious. When he teased me, I was not the only one that was amused but also to those who sat around us and knew that we were once an item.

Today, we found ourselves next to each other again. Laughing and giggling and making eye contact that send the same message. At some point, I wondered why we didn't make it since we always have fun when we are together.

After lunch he said "You are still driving a Wira??!!" (He saw Din picking me up on the first day)

"That's all I can afford, wak..." I answered.

"Both husband and wife working man..." he said, sounding as if both Din and I bring home RM10,000 each home. I just raised my eyebrows.

With that not only did I find the answer that I stupidly went to wonder, I also cancelled the plan of sending him to the airport. Just in case he might get blisters sitting in my Wira.

Jerk!

Happy Family

Yesterday, I met my ex. Today he is sitting next to me. In this combined class, besides my ex and I, there are also his ex-girlfriend's husband and my ex cousin in law. The best part is we are all in talking terms...

Hari raya

Today is the 2nd hari raya and i am on my way home. For now, home is where ayam masak merah, lodeh, baryani and kuah kacang are. I am really excited!
However, I am not thrill that ramadhan is over. My late nite home returning wud be as nerve wrecking as before. MomoKS are free now right! Yucks...

biskut masin

I can't really remember when it was but I know I was really young. Mother had decided to hang a kilo of Ritz biscuits around our necks for finishing up the biscuits served by the then tenant of dad's house which was rented out. My sister was crying and I did not understand why. May be she was old enough to know that having a kilo of biscuits around your neck while others watch and laughed was an embarassment. For me, I was more angry than anything else but started crying when my sister couldn't stop her tears. Merely because I feared that mother would not think that I have learnt my lesson.

Well, we did. Having it hung around us for a good half an hour only made us the right people to finish up the biscuits. We did that too. ( not right away la)....

As I grow older, I realised that what my sister and I did was right. That was our rezeki served to us as guest and it was only right that we try to finish it. (though, I must admit that try is an understatement la)
Anyhow, right or wrong there was a lesson to be learnt.... Apa-apa pun, I am a better being because of that.

So thank you Mak for teaching me the hard way.....

Speedo

On the way to the bundle sale that was organized by my company, we passed by the 'air asia academy'. Din pointed the building with his index finger and said 'he he spee na, spee na'
Annoyed and mostly worried that the items we plan to purchase might be out of stock I corrected him 'its spena la yang not spee na!'

'nooo, i will call her how i like to... Dia adik beradik dengan speedo la yang'
Well, ladies n gentlemen, that's Din for you. Full of crap, just like yours truly...

bugis!

" Eh... you want this bubur for buka nanti tak?" I asked Zai, a friend from my old neighbourhood.
"okey jugak" she replied.... and so I put the newly found freeze dried bubur into my cabin luggage.
5 hours after take off, the sun was setting. Milo o, tea black one sugar were the few orders I prepared for ifthar. Just as I was clearing the galley, Zai came in with a sad face.
"nak bubur" she said. I took the bubur out from my bag and begun the preparation. "bubur ni, tak de condiments lah.... kalau ada best sikit!" I said while pouring the hot water into the bowl.
Zai left and came back with some condiments she 'stole' from upperdeck for the instant noodles.
While I was stirring the bubur she said "muka kau biatch gilerrrrrrrrr, it covers up your kindness"

Biatch pun biatch le Zai, nak buat macam mana? dah keturunan lanun!

momok!

So.... it was the hottest topic discussed during Ramadhan.... Yup, MOMOK!!!!

I don't know... but as far as I am concern all momoks are tied up during this holy month... as according to Din "yang tinggal hanya lah nafsu". I believe that is true. That's why it baffles me when an acquaintance told us he was being "disturbed" TWICE during this month of Ramadhan. Never have I heard of such occurrences ever during my entire life. Or may be I have not live long enough to hear such story?

I don't know what to think really because the only momok that has been trying to "hempap" me during Ramadhan really looks like Din.... .... hahahaha......

Disco

Captain " Eh, you look very familiar lah"

Aiz " Captain!!!!! You have forgotten???? When you were based in KK, I used to call you out to the Bours**** every time I have nightstops in KK"

Captain " Oh my!!!! That was many years ago"

Lisa " Owwwwhhhhh Bours****, that was one happening disco!!!!!"

Then suddenly I heard one young CIKU giggling behind me, obviously was eavesdropping to our conversation.

Aiz " Why are you giggling? You know where Bours**** is, is it? and used to hang out there too?"
I asked sarcastically.

Young CIKU " No, my dad used to go there......"

Cipet punya budak!!!!!!! cis!

Tarzan....

On my recent long trip, it tickled me to see the changes in all of us. Dayang used to shop for her clothes and shoes but that trip, I was dragged out of my bed to accompany her to buy a pair of shoes she saw a day before for her daughter. When the rest of us wanted to leave the mall, she asked us to proceed and without looking up she shouted "see you in the hotel room" while examining the skirt she wanted to buy for her daughter. Being with us 24/7 is no more important as compared to getting stuffs for her daughter.

We had a good laugh when Ita pointed out that going to the disco is not called "going to the disco" anymore, it's called "clubbing". Still, among us we still use the word disco. Like baju "disco", kasut "disco" and so on....

No matter what we try to adapt to the changes in us and the vocabs.... but nothing prepared me for this phone conversation between my choreographer and a mutual friend.

A friend of ours had partied hard and was unable to find his way home. Since he just had dinner with my choreographer, Cikgu Ain earlier, he was the only person that our friend could think of in order to help him home. So another sober, non driving friend called Cikgu Ain and tried to explain... "hello cikgu, can you help us. we can't go back. can you pick us up in Rum Jungle?"
It was at 6 am and Cikgu Ain responded "What? Jungle? where? ramp?".... and continued.... "what jungle in a ramp somewhere? where?" and finally he didn't even have to leave his bed. I guess upon hearing Cikgu Ain's VERY clueless answer, our sober, non driving friend knew it was useless... or shall I say Cikgu Ain is useless....

Yes, I had a good laugh... because even though I still call it "disco", I sure know what and where Rum Jungle is....

Oh dear Cikgu Ain, Jungle is not in a ramp somewhere... It's in K.L. and it's called Rum Jungle... I'll take you there one day k.....

hahahahahahahahahahahaha

yahoo.........

Ramadhan is back. A big box of cotton buds is back next to my bed....

i love

Hey that's me with Dayang, my partner in crime. I ve not seen her in ages. When I finally saw her last year she said "believe me babe, we are gonna do a long flight together".... Well, I didn't believe her but this pix was taken 5 minutes ago in Joberg. It's ironic how my partner in crimes are all the "DAYANG"S.....

Anyway, this is my new hair style.... Everybody love it and complimented me on the hair except for my poor purser..... He thought I have split ends. (damn him!!!!!).. Ritz wish to tell him that my hair style is so not during Sanisah Huri era.... I wish he did....

So whaddya think? Let me know....

masak?

Sick of the stale bread for breakfast, the daily potatoes and other typical english food, Princess decided to cook for us. Before leaving for Tesco, she said " Aiz, P nak pegi Tesco, Aiz tolong masakkan nasi...." with that she gave me some other instructions I have to follow in preparing the rice. I gave her a horrified look and soon she turned to Dengong and started to brief Dengong instead.

Yesterday, I went out with Princess. I guess my horrified look in Billingham still haunts her that made her ask me a question. "Aiz memang tak reti masak ye?"... I explained in all honesty that I don't fancy cooking that much but however I can cook simple stuffs. Then she went "oooowhhhhh!" and continued.... "owhhh, Aiz tak suka masak tapi Aiz rajin berkemaskan....(a statement/question)" There was a long silence before she changed the subject....

Princess- the best team mate one could ever asked for.

princess (who cooked and cleaned for us), dengong ( my 21 year old partner in crime ), amji (our witty man) and I (who only did silly fun stuffs with dengong and amji)

for now...

Two weeks of fun memories still lingers in my mind.

Archum, Marcell, Azam the friendly Russian boys are clever at having smart conversations.

I miss seeing old Maltese Tony by the ash-"bucket". Thomas, our German "fire man" who supplied "fire" for our fags. Ironically, our lighters always went missing "visiting" other places or pockets, shall I say.

Weird Leon, hilarious Phil the security and the funny James.

Paco-Paco aka Julio the sexy tall Colombian, the only friendliest of the lot who is so fond at practical jokes.

Antida, Tony's 15 year old daughter who was supposed to be sick but came out dancing the whole night away when she got to know that we were at the dance floor.


I found a secret foe but I gain many true friends.

I'm glad I went, I am extremely happy to be home.

at 542am

That was one of the stupidest entry i've ever read but it made my heart jump with tears rolling down my cheeks while trying hard not to let mother know that i am still up blogging.... sssyhhhhhhhhhhhh.......

i love you too nunui and thank you.....


*stupidest entry click here

update

ok ke 2 postings in an hour??? just because i have too many stories to tell and too little time. Still suffering from jet lag, not knowing what to do (banyak sebenarnya... kain tak lipat lagi, but u'know something that is stress free) I have decided to blog.

Since i have posted 2 entries, this third one is just to remind me to write about my birthday celebrations (note the plural)..... How busy i was, about the show that we just did and how crazy and stressful my life is right now.... and how i spend 1k in a day without seeing the things i bought?????? told u, i've gone bonkers...

ok, lah mak aku dah bangun nak sembahyang subuh... sebelum dia jerit baik aku tip toe perlahan-lahan, aku type pun dah perlahan sgt ni....

anyhow, i'll be gone for 2 weeks. I would call it a two week dream come true.... i'll update when i come back... toddles...

dan yang paling untung, AKU...

Orang kata dia ngada-ngada. Pakai baju seksi-seksi. Rambut tak nak kalah JLo, blonde gile. Bila aku kata dia ok, orang suruh aku tunggu perangai nagda-ngada dia tu.

Aku pun tunggu.... dan tunggu.... dan tunggu.... dan tunggu.... dan tunggu....

Tak de pun? Ke sebab aku pun ngada-ngada sama? Memang baju dia seksi, rambut dia blonde gile... Kalau mak aku jumpa dia, mesti mak aku tak kasi kawan dengan dia. Tapi time kita berdansa, gelak gembira, bergurau senda..... dia hilang. Not in sight!!!
Pegi solat rupanya. Kita shopping shopping, dia pun on je tapi kejap kejap dia hilang. Lagi sekali... not in sight... Pegi solat lah, apa lagi???

Bukan zaman sekarang kita tengok orang kat hati dia ke? Tapi kalau nak kata don't judge a book by it's cover pun tak boleh jugak, sebab "cover buku" dia vogue. Hati dia pun vogue jugak. Aku suka colour rambut dia, cantik. Hati dia pun cantik macam rambut dia. Pemurah,tak berkira. Paling best dia langsung tak hirau kan orang lain... Kalau dia bercerita, dia cerita pasal dia je. Tak de pun pasal orang lain?

Bila dia menari, senyuman dia sorang je yang cikgu nampak. Cikgu kata walaupun dia salah salah steps, tapi sebab senyuman dia yang cantik itu, dia salah steps tu boleh di ampunkan. Aku meleret jugak. Lenguh muscles pipi aku di buatnya tapi cikgu tetap nampak senyuman dia. Tu lah Orang hati bersih, dalam senyuman pun ada cahaya.

Mungkin cahaya aku ada malap sket kot. Takpe lah nanti aku suruh cikgu suluh...

Apa-apa pun, dia dah jadi kawan aku sekarang dan yang paling menarik sekali, dia JIRAN aku...

udit

"mak, Aiz hutang mak brape ribu lagi ah?"

"ahh sudah sudah lah tu, tak payah kira lah...."

"ei, kena lah mak... aiz nak tau ni bila aiz boleh jolie duit yang aiz selalu bayar hutang mak tu..."

"habis duit kutu ni habis lah hutang awak" (kutu round ni habis dalam masa 4 bulan lagi)

Din pun sampuk " hutang mak tak habis bayar lagi ke?"

"mana ada yang... hutang lama tak settle, i dah buat hutang baru dgn mak"

"hutang baru yang mana ni?"

"yang i amik lampu tu lah..."

"eh itu bukan pakai duit kutu ke (duit kutu aiz)?"

"memang lah pakai duit kutu, tapi i pakai duit kutu mak...."

"abis tu? duit kutu you?"

"i buat benda lain lah..."


Mak aku gelak je sambil menyembat tulang belut, teluk belanga baju merah....

Lepas tu kan, masa dia menyembat tulang belut, teluk belanga baju biru, talipon pun berdering....

"hellooooo"

"hello mak, aiz ni...."

"ha nape aiz?"

"aiz nak pinjam..........."

maka bertambah lagi lah hutang aku kat mak aku ni....
nasib baik ada mak.... thank you mak.... hihihihihi

tsk tsk tsk shame on you

it was a nightmare for me everytime i went back to melaka. All mothers were already seated on the left passenger's seat but my mother was still driving. Yup, I started driving at a very late age. Give me a manual car and I would probably crash into practically everything in front of me. Ask me to stop at the traffic lights and the engine will stop after changing the gear. I would scream if I drive next to lorries and hated if motorcyclist were in front of me at the traffic lights. So, what made me very determine to drive?

The taxi driver with amputated arms. Still, I couldn't beat him. I am still afraid of driving manual cars. I was truly amazed with how he had driven the taxi. It put me to shame..... Till now.

Azzarro sayang.....

My love Azzarro

It's time you should know that beauty dies
trust me, that's not a lie..

My sweet sweet Azzarro
To my eyes you are the rainbow after the rain
my solace when I am in pain...

My kind Azzarro
You are symphatetic, obliging, trustworthy and extremely funny
what's there not to love about you honey?

You are full of life and so much fun
a person I would not trade with anyone
I see your beauty when I see your name
hearing your voice, I feel the same.
I would hug you all the way if I could
but you and I know that, that's not too good.

So remember Sayang,
you are so much more of every single thing that you think you are not
and I personally think that even you can be so HOT!

well.....

This is my dad in law. After being away from home for more than a week, abah (and us) had a lot of cleaning up to do. Unfortunately the water supply in his area was still not available and that was the reason he was away for a week. Thinking that the water supply was available approximately after a week, abah had asked us to send him home.....


Unfortunately, we were wrong. So, I offered to take abah for a night in Melaka but abah missed home badly and decided to stay even without the water supply.




That's Din scratching his head in the hot sun.... merely taking a break from carrying two full buckets of water from the neighbour's well for abah. We just couldn't bare the thought of abah living without the water supply so we figured the least we could do was to fill in his tank in the bathroom.

Din showed me the way to fetch water from the well.

The well was quite deep. According to Din, you must flip the bucket when it reaches 2 inches above the water. Smashing the bucket on the surface of the water will stir the dirt on the floor of the well. So, this tough looking job has to be done gently..... GENTLY.... Boy, it was a hot hot day....

That's me playing "Melissa Gilbert- Little House on the Prairie".

For some obvious reasons I smashed the bucket on the water many times
before I got it right!

how to estimate the 2 inches thingy from above???? susah lah....

It wasn't that easy and after smashing the bucket twice and flipped it (wu-hoo) once

I have decided that the"Melissa Gilbert" game was not fun at all....

it was a very.... very very hot day.....

So, after these two buckets were filled......


I let Din play the "Melissa Gilbert" game... hihihihihi.....

and I must say..... he played it well....

the late Micheal London would be so proud of him....

tet tet teret tet teret... tet tet teret tererererereret.... tet tet teret terererereret...
(little house on the prairie punya lagu.....)

eiiiii........

Venue : Rasa, Alamanda.
Time : 1730hrs

Gerai Malay Lady " Ye Moi! Mau makan apa?"

Aku terkejut, membulatan mata.

G.M.L. " Moi..... Mau makan?"

Dia mengulang soalan awalnya itu.

Aku masih terkejut lalu menjawab....

" Ye, mau makan....."

G.M.L. " Nasi berapa? "

" Satu saja..." jawapanku sungguh baku sekali dengan accent Ah Moi ku.

Din tergelak lalu segera membuat pembayaran makananku. " Berapa?" Din bertanya.

" Wahhhhhh! Banyak makan ah???!!!!!!" kata si G.M.L. itu sambil menjeling le arah pinggan ku.

" Ye lah, Ini Ah Moi cantik banyak lapar ohhhh...." jawab Din sambil menghulurkan duit.

Aku? Aku rasa nak belasah je makcik ni!!!! Hampeh tul!

"mirror, mirror on the wall...", "WHAT THE..."

I can never point out the similarity between us hence it puzzles me every time they say I look like her and I act like her. This svelte mother of two speaks very intelligently. She dresses to kill, very bold and outstandingly smart. Even with the brief introduction one can tell that I am nothing near being similar to "F.R.".

I met her today at the office. She looked gorgeous. Her jet black hair was even better than Rihanna, yes Rihanna the singer. I couldn't recognised her from the back but it was my menakan who told me that it was her. From where I hollered her name, she looked like a teenager. When she turned towards me, she looked even better. This "I am like her" thingy kept on playing in my head when I scanned her beautiful self. These people must be blind. "F.R" was in front of me and I didn't feel like I was looking in the mirror.

We said our hellos since we only "meet" on facebook. I complimented her good looks but she pretended not to hear. How modest. Then she confessed that she reads my blog and that her doctor husband reads it too. She then went on that she enjoys reading it. I was flattered. Well, now I know that at least we do have something in common, this blog.

Since I don't often take compliments well, I felt awkward and decided to do the disappearing act. You know, look at the watch and pretend that you are very late to do something important. Yeah, that was what the coward me did. But before leaving she asked me to write more often.

So I left her there looking very pleasant just by standing still. Sigh..... She didn't wear any falsies.....

As I walked away, I already knew what to write tonight. I mustn't make "F.R." wait for my next post. As I started typing, I found that my fingers continued tapping the keyboard flawlessly about her. Scientifically, that brief meeting sub consciously made me think a lot about her and what she had said today.

Humanly, it's because I like her.

F@zlina R@mly, I hope you enjoyed reading this.

where bonus went...

the lima puluh satu clan has a hybrid car....
RM8 for every 155km...
not bad eh....

jahat.....

Yes, I was truly upset over the incident that happened. I knew I did my best and I knew I always give my 100% cooperation. Maybe I forget sometimes but hey, I am merely human.... But I guess you should know that this is one of the things that I love best!!!

I hated looking back at the video and hearing your voice correcting our movements and postures. I had no choice, I had to because I am committed. But what I memorised was not the steps. I knew when your voice was gonna be heard and I knew what was gonna be said. It was awful and my sadness reemerged again.

I am glad that you felt guilty on your entire journey to Osaka. I seriously think you ought to because you just couldn't imagine how unfair I felt I was treated.... How I dreaded the trip over to the studio yesterday. Thinking that yesterday was gonna be a disaster.

Well!!!!! I am glad it wasn't. Thank you for being human yesterday. I am glad you took that holiday to Osaka and I am glad you enjoyed it. The truth, I always knew you are a nice person and that was one of the reasons why I felt truly bad. I am glad we are friends and thank you for the birthday gift all the way from Universal Studio, Osaka. I loved it!!! It's so me.

orang jahat itu a.k.a. the choreographer

birthday gift all the way from OSAKA...




and since I am at it, thank you DIN for the Fantasy perfume.... I know you hate Britney Spears but you still bought the perfume for me anyway.... I love you...

prezen....

Finally, I got it!!!!

With Husni's cash that he gave for my birthday plus the cash that menakan gave for my birthday, I bought a pair of sunglasses.

Thank you Husni & Enna......