well, the 14 Feb 2009, is the day we turn 5 yrs old.
and what did we do to celebrate this wonderful mile stone.
take a look at the video and you will find out!!!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
POST's
post post post,
there are so many things i like to post on this blog, but havent decide on which one to start with..
guess I will just post ramdom picture.....
Hope you guys enjoy it.
there are so many things i like to post on this blog, but havent decide on which one to start with..
guess I will just post ramdom picture.....
Hope you guys enjoy it.
Dessert Girl
I never used to be a dessert girl. I don't have a sweet tooth. I'll order an appetizer and forgo dessert. I hate it when Thai curries are sweet, when salad dressings are sweet, when barbecue sauce is sweet - as barbecue sauce tends to be. I prefer a spicy bloody Mary to a syrupy daiquiri and a salted yogurt lassi to a mango one. I love it when you can taste the salt in chocolate chip cookies, a cheese plate makes the perfect end to a meal, I like bacon in my ice cream for pete's sake.
No, I definitely don't have a sweet tooth.
But the funny thing about dessert is that once you start eating it, you can't stop. Oh, I don't mean in one sitting, that would be disgusting but have no long term effects. I mean, night after night you will begin craving dessert. You'll scoop Nutella out of the jar with a spoon for the hazelnut sugar rush. You'll concoct odd combinations of puff pastry, chocolate chips, and frozen peaches. You'll make a microwave brownie.
I didn't eat dessert every night growing up. This is because I tend not to like Indian desserts (too sweet) but the only things lying around the house were Indian ice cream or barfi. I was rarely hungry for dessert. Everything changed after living with Kristen in Chicago. She was always talking about dessert. She's been known to scoop frosting out of the container and eat it with graham crackers, a far more ridiculous dessert than a spoonful of Nutella. Her boyfriend calls "eating ice cream" one of her hobbies. Kristen wanted dessert all the time, and she made quite a few good ones. I got recipes like chocolate espresso cookies, ginger ice cream, and football shaped mini carrot cakes from her. I also got my dessert craving from her, because now I always feel like a sweet treat after a meal.
So where does this lead except to a story about making dessert? Last weekend, Katy (another fan of dessert, specifically cookies) and I took a chocolate cooking class at The Chopping Block in Chicago. We made chocolate souffles, chocolate espresso pudding parfaits, and devil's food cake with buttercream frosting. Of the three, I was most excited about and most gratified by the souffles. I never made a souffle before, I was unsure how difficult it was. Turned out to be easy. You can find a chocolate souffle recipe anywhere so I won't type it out for you. Here are the basics: Separate your eggs properly. You can even buy an egg separator, which is basically a plastic spoon with a space to let the white drip out while the yolk stays put. Beat the yolks with sugar, vanilla, and melted chocolate. Whip your whites to stiff peaks, then fold into the chocolate mixture. Pour into ramekins and bake for 10 minutes or until just set. That's it. Instead of having to concoct strange things with leftovers, you can be sophisticated and make chocolate souffles. So maybe I am a dessert girl now, although I still like bacon in my ice cream. But that's a story for another day.
No, I definitely don't have a sweet tooth.
But the funny thing about dessert is that once you start eating it, you can't stop. Oh, I don't mean in one sitting, that would be disgusting but have no long term effects. I mean, night after night you will begin craving dessert. You'll scoop Nutella out of the jar with a spoon for the hazelnut sugar rush. You'll concoct odd combinations of puff pastry, chocolate chips, and frozen peaches. You'll make a microwave brownie.
I didn't eat dessert every night growing up. This is because I tend not to like Indian desserts (too sweet) but the only things lying around the house were Indian ice cream or barfi. I was rarely hungry for dessert. Everything changed after living with Kristen in Chicago. She was always talking about dessert. She's been known to scoop frosting out of the container and eat it with graham crackers, a far more ridiculous dessert than a spoonful of Nutella. Her boyfriend calls "eating ice cream" one of her hobbies. Kristen wanted dessert all the time, and she made quite a few good ones. I got recipes like chocolate espresso cookies, ginger ice cream, and football shaped mini carrot cakes from her. I also got my dessert craving from her, because now I always feel like a sweet treat after a meal.
So where does this lead except to a story about making dessert? Last weekend, Katy (another fan of dessert, specifically cookies) and I took a chocolate cooking class at The Chopping Block in Chicago. We made chocolate souffles, chocolate espresso pudding parfaits, and devil's food cake with buttercream frosting. Of the three, I was most excited about and most gratified by the souffles. I never made a souffle before, I was unsure how difficult it was. Turned out to be easy. You can find a chocolate souffle recipe anywhere so I won't type it out for you. Here are the basics: Separate your eggs properly. You can even buy an egg separator, which is basically a plastic spoon with a space to let the white drip out while the yolk stays put. Beat the yolks with sugar, vanilla, and melted chocolate. Whip your whites to stiff peaks, then fold into the chocolate mixture. Pour into ramekins and bake for 10 minutes or until just set. That's it. Instead of having to concoct strange things with leftovers, you can be sophisticated and make chocolate souffles. So maybe I am a dessert girl now, although I still like bacon in my ice cream. But that's a story for another day.
tag again
I am so lazy lately to update my blog, for nor particular reason. Well, maybe for one reason, that I am just lazy to update the blog. Laziness can be a reason as well.
I have been tagged a few times, by fellow bloggers, and as promised I will try to answer it one by one, although I am not really sure, anyone would even bother to read it. But somehow, for lazy people like me, a tagged is a good way to write something in a blog, because you don’t have to think so much and force yourself to be creative to write anything for the survival of your blog.
So this is a tag by mr. panzer, and here goes.
Tag: Complete the sentence
Rules:
1. Answer the questions below and put the link of the person who tagged you
2. Tag 5 people and let them know by leaving a message in their blog
My idea of going on a date would be...
The worst punishment my parents gave me was... because I...
My most extravagant splurge in the last six months is...
If I can have a super-ability, I'd want to have...
KL is...
My influences in life are...
I have climbed the highest mountain on earth and found the wisest man in the entire galaxy. And I can ask him only one question. I am going to ask him...
My wishes for 2009 would be that...
Lastly, I'd like to be remembered by...
My idea of going on a date would be
doing nothing, not even trying to find anything to talk just to impress our date that we know so much of anything, although knowing so much of anything really shows that we don’t know much of anything. Just sit there and stares at each other and shares drink while looking around to look for conversation piece and remind how everything look and resemble our date or the relation such as “the stars are so bright like your eyes” or “your chicken look so nice and succulent and juicy just like your lips” (so unromantic, yes I know) and work out the date until we finally come to the part where we said “my love to you is as much as the sand in gold coast Australia” or “I hate you because you are as bad as the Israelis taking advantages of the Palestinians”, which I prefer the latter than the former.
The worst punishment my parents gave me was… because I...
a good smack wallop with the buckle of the my fathers belt, on the eve of hari raya, although he did not intend to do it, but he was at rage and too mad at that time and tend to forget and somehow hold the other end of the belt, and was he surprised to see me cried my lungs out and twirl on the floor. Although the belt did not even touch my body, but you know how children can be such a drama queen.
a good smack wallop with the buckle of the my fathers belt, on the eve of hari raya, although he did not intend to do it, but he was at rage and too mad at that time and tend to forget and somehow hold the other end of the belt, and was he surprised to see me cried my lungs out and twirl on the floor. Although the belt did not even touch my body, but you know how children can be such a drama queen.
And I got that punishment for a very minute offense, which most children would do. I mean, everyone has done it, it’s not unusual to poke flaming firecracker (the read one, with lots of smoke) to your sister’s butt because you think it would be funny, isn’t it.
Oh my father have no sense of humour at all.
It was funny at that time especially when I saw what big hole it made to my sister’s baju kurung at that time. We still talk about it until now, after almost 25 years.
My most extravagant splurge in the last six months is…
I bought a damn expensive car (at least with my salary, it is expensive), just because it look nice, although everyone told me not to do so (buying Korean car) and to tell you the truth I am not very sure I should because i am not really capable of doing it right now, and I am not really into korean car, and I am leaving the country soon for few years, but I bought it anyway because it look nice.
Then I bought a Gucci passport holder, for whatever reason I don’t know (which I used it as a wallet instead)
I bought a laptop, and last but not least I bought a Lacoste shoes which I don’t know when to use since I love more wearing the La Primavera sandals (which really look more like a RM10 slippers, although it does not cost RM10 at all) everywhere I go.
Nope, I don’t use credit card. I stop using it almost 2 years now.
And bloody proud of it.
If I can have a super-ability, I'd want to have...
The ability to read mind, although I don’t really care what people think of me (not really) but most importantly I want to know what other people think of someone else. For example if I am with B and C, I want to be able to read B’s mind so I know what he think of C (yes, so kepochi) and vice versa.
Emm, somehow I think, I have this ability already, especially after 7 years of learning economics in the university, we learn a lot on making assumption, assuming, make prediction and making false accusation.
KL is...
Too expensive.
Too expensive.
My influences in life are...
No one, I believe you chart your own destiny and you need no one to motivate and tell you what to do, because god gives you brain to think for yourself.
No one, I believe you chart your own destiny and you need no one to motivate and tell you what to do, because god gives you brain to think for yourself.
I have climbed the highest mountain on earth and found the wisest man in the entire galaxy. And I can ask him only one question. I am going to ask him...
How to get down fast! Basically you will never see me climb the highest mountain or any mountain for that sake. And I don’t need to ask the wisest man because we have internet and we can seek any answers there and to make your skills ability and knowledge better we can go to training and conference.
My wishes for 2009 would be that...
Everyone is happy this year, and not so engulf with the world economic problem
Lastly, I'd like to be remembered by...
That is the person that have change my life, who teaches me well and now I am a better person (hahahahah, uwekkkkkkkkk)
That is the person that have change my life, who teaches me well and now I am a better person (hahahahah, uwekkkkkkkkk)
I tag YOU!
Saatchi & Saatchi Sydney
I am soooooo happy today. I feel very much appreciated by an award winning Aussie creative and my fellow creatives. I can say to myself, work well done Joanie! Road to Cannes is long and narrow but who knows...
Last October 2007, I went to Australia to have my month long vacation. I was shuffling from one area to another. I explored Sydney in short. While I was walking around the area of Circular Quay, I decided to cross the Harbor bridge going to Kirribili by simply walking. But before reaching the bridge I passed by the road called The Rocks. I was surprised to see the sign of Saatchi & Saatchi. Who cares if I do not know anyone from there, I barged in and sneaked into the Saatchi office. Told my self that day, I have this feeling that I'll be part of this company. Since Saatchi was my Dad's first ad agency, I always had this yearning that one day I will work their too. (By the way, my Dad was also an Art Director)Came October 2008, exactly a year later after I said to myself that I'll be part of this company–My new office Ace Saatchi & Saatchi Manila. Breaking new grounds for me and giving possibilities to all my dreams. Starting today it's time to prove the world more that I am not just an Art Director–because I do believe Art Directors are not just executers but idea makers, can do a good script and probably a good presentor.
Saatchi & Saatchi Sydney.
Sneaking inside Saatchi & Saatchi Sydney.So who says dreams cannot come true? I say, dreams do happen. They existed for us to make it real. I always been a dreamer not a wanderer. I often get lost but I do find the way how to get to the right direction. So I believe none of us are losers. We do have our own trail to follow. We just have to keep in mind that whatever we do and regardless of what angle in life, we should learn not to step on anyone or hurt someone. Because I believe if you do something and on the other hand you hurt people, you will never be happy and will never succeed in life.
So cheers to Lions!
hugs,
joanie xxx
So cheers to Lions!
hugs,
joanie xxx
KADDU WALI DAL
Ingredients:
Toor Dal... 1 cup
Chana Dal...1 tsp
Urad Dal....1 tsp
Jeera (Cumin Seeds)...1 tsp
Black Pepper.....1/2 tsp
Whole Red Chillies...1
Fresh Coconut....3 tbsp
Asafoetida.....1/4 tsp
Curry Leaves... 15 - 20
Tomatoes...1
Turmeric Powder...1/2 tsp
Oil... 1 tbsp
Kaddu (Pumpkin) Boiled.... 1 bowl
Lemon Juice... 1 lemon's juice
Salt to taste
For tempering:
Rye...1 tsp
Jeera...1 tsp
Curry Leaves... handful
Asafoetida....2 pinches
Whole Red Chillies...1
Method:
The pic shows the ingredients to be ground.
1. Roast chana dal, urad dal, jeera, black pepper and grind along with asafoetida, fresh coconut, curry leaves, whole red chilies into a fine paste.
2. Wash toor dal. Add water and cook dal in a pressure cooker with one tomato, turmeric powder and oil and cook till done.
3. To this dal, add the boiled kaddu, the ground masala, salt, and lemon juice and bring to boil.
4. Remove from flame.
5. Add tempering of rye, cumin seeds, asafoetida, curry leaves and whole red chillies.
Honest Food Campaign
Like it or not, food is a political issue: Agri-business, food aid, farming subsidies, set-aside, fishing quotas, food miles, food labelling - the list is near endless.
There are a number of campaigners who work tirelessly for a great many causes: HFW and his Chicken Out Campaign, Jamie saving farmers’ bacon, Anthony Worrall Thompson and, well anything the mercenary squashed Bee Gee will get a pay-cheque for.
And now the Tories.
I received an email from none other than David Cameron, leader of the Conservative Party, this morning (can only assume I am on some sort of mailing list, he didn't email me personally - I'm not that powerful. Yet).
Yesterday they launched their Honest Food Campaign in order to raise awareness about the misleading and quite shoddy state of food labelling in this country.
In order to illustrate their point, they use the example of a 'British' pork pie made with meat from Dutch pigs. They even have a little viral video to go with it, see? Look, just here:
Whilst I applaud the sentiment, I can't help but think it smacks slightly of bandwagon jumping. This has been an issue for a number of years and countless chefs and food writers have been harping on about it for longer than I can remember. For Ramsay's sake: CATCH UP.
Also, there are some staggeringly good viral campaigns out there. I've been left open-mouthed in awe or laughing until I cry by some of the more successful ones.
This, on the other hand, is possibly the most cack-handed one I've seen for a long time. It appears to have been designed, written, directed and animated by a team of pygmy chimpanzees with special needs. The Internet is a wonderful tool but in the wrong hands it can go horribly wrong.
So, yes, good idea, poor execution and, sadly, another example of politics playing catch-up rather than leading the charge, which is really what government should be about.
Still, nice to know that even as the country's economy continues to melt quicker than an ice cream sundae next to a glassblower's lips, our political elite are thinking about pies. My confidence is restored.
Tweet me. Go on, you know you want to.
There are a number of campaigners who work tirelessly for a great many causes: HFW and his Chicken Out Campaign, Jamie saving farmers’ bacon, Anthony Worrall Thompson and, well anything the mercenary squashed Bee Gee will get a pay-cheque for.
And now the Tories.
I received an email from none other than David Cameron, leader of the Conservative Party, this morning (can only assume I am on some sort of mailing list, he didn't email me personally - I'm not that powerful. Yet).
Yesterday they launched their Honest Food Campaign in order to raise awareness about the misleading and quite shoddy state of food labelling in this country.
In order to illustrate their point, they use the example of a 'British' pork pie made with meat from Dutch pigs. They even have a little viral video to go with it, see? Look, just here:
Whilst I applaud the sentiment, I can't help but think it smacks slightly of bandwagon jumping. This has been an issue for a number of years and countless chefs and food writers have been harping on about it for longer than I can remember. For Ramsay's sake: CATCH UP.
Also, there are some staggeringly good viral campaigns out there. I've been left open-mouthed in awe or laughing until I cry by some of the more successful ones.
This, on the other hand, is possibly the most cack-handed one I've seen for a long time. It appears to have been designed, written, directed and animated by a team of pygmy chimpanzees with special needs. The Internet is a wonderful tool but in the wrong hands it can go horribly wrong.
So, yes, good idea, poor execution and, sadly, another example of politics playing catch-up rather than leading the charge, which is really what government should be about.
Still, nice to know that even as the country's economy continues to melt quicker than an ice cream sundae next to a glassblower's lips, our political elite are thinking about pies. My confidence is restored.
Tweet me. Go on, you know you want to.
beginilah anak tunggal
maaf. tadi buat private kejap.
sbb terpost time edit! haha.
do u have a brother/brothers?
do u. have a sister/sisters?
lucky you. =]
hurm. sy da biase dgn soalan2 nih.
sy da x kesah da pon. eheh...
dr kecik. sampai besar. ke mane saje sy pergi.
semua akan tanye.
kebiasaannya. dlm drama.
dlm pemikiran majoriti msyrkt kita.
akan ckp. dan berpendpt. anak tunggal tu selalunye negatif.
sy xtaw anak tunggal lain. tp sy. mcm nih seadenye.
same je mcm yg lain. serius same. x lebeyh x kurang la =]
sbb sumenye ade kelebihan n kekurangannya.
best ke x jd anak tunggal? ade best die. ade yg x best die.
yg bestnye. parents betol3 fokus dkt kte sorang.
yg x bestnye. kdng2, mmg akan cpt rase sepi.
hey hey. tlg skit! sape kate sy dpt semua yg sy mintak? menipu la tuh.
ingt mama ngan abah ni. bkn manusia biase ke? aiyoo.
sy pon belajar utk dptkan ape yg sy nak sdiri.
bkn semua sy nak sy dpt mcm tu je.
dari segi didikan, agama, kasih sayang, semuanya cukup.
mama n abah jg sy dgn cukup sempurna.
mereka layak dpt anugerah terbaek.
segala kekurangan diri sy nih, dtg dr sy sdiri. kdng2 sy ade terpk.
mereka layak dpt anak yg lebeyh baek dr sy. huhu.
duduk sorang2? sy dah biase. terutame time cuti.
mama keje. abah pon same. mereka bz. hee.
so, sy da biase. bgnn pagi. mereka da x de. then. tgh hari.
mama blk dr skola. die rehat kejap. kdng2 die keluar blk ptg.
ade hal2 lain mcm meeting & games. abah plak. blk lewat ptg.
kdng2 main golf. kdng2 mlm tuh, mama n abah ade dinner.
so kdng2 sy mmg duk umah sorang2 dr pagi sampai mlm.
nasib baik ade kucing2! hee. tp...sy dah biase. x kesah.
tpu la kalo sy ckp sy x nak adek. abg. kakak.
sy slalu bygkan. ade kakak. blhla sy gadow2 dgn die.
berebut itu ini, haha. then blh jgk kongsi2 rahsia. whee~~~
kalau sy ade abg. mesti abg suke buli sy. n sy pon ade penjage!
hee. abg sy mesti ske lepok2 sy. haha. tp die mesti baek.
kalo ade adek plak, sy mmg akan jage gile2!
da mcm2 sy plan utk die.mcm la die anak sy plak.
huhu. erm. sy nak buat die mcm kwn baek.
and kalo blh, semua die nak sy nak tunaikan.
n sy akan ajar die mcm2 ttg hidup, bnde yg x baek. yg terjd dkt sy.
sy x nak terjd dkt die plak. sy akan. hargai semuanya...
sy? manje? pale otak lu berjambul! huhu. tlg ahh. tidakkk.
kalau sy manje pon, mungkin time2 tertentu.
bkn manje tanpa sebarang sebab yg rasional. dgn mama n abah?
sy x manja. sy mmg rapat dgn mereka. sumpah. mereka sgt cinta sy.
banyak jgk yg mereka taw ttg sy, tp bnyk jgk mereka x kenal lg.
kalau sy manje...sy mungkin tak akan masuk asrama.
kalau sy manje...sy tak akan blh duduk d rumah sorang2.
kalau sy manje...sy tak akan pandai keluar rumah
dan jage diri sorang2.
kalau sy manje...sy tak mungkin reti buat2 keje umah.
kalau sy manje...sy tak akan beli semua bnde gune duit sy sdiri. sy cuma akan gune duit mereka kalo sy mmg da x de duit. kalau sy manje...sy takkan jd aqilah yg skrng nih. ^__^
"nape x suruh mama mengandung lg?"
SUMPAH sy benci soalan ini!
sy benci mereka yg bertanye sebegini.
bkn ape. sendiri maw ingt la. umur mama sy dah bape.
kalau mama sy nak mengandung, awal2 dulu lg die akan mengandung.
masalahnye, sape yg x suke kalau anak ramai?
sape yg x nak anak? anugerah tuhan.
sedarlah. fahamlah. bukan TAK NAK!
mama x mengandung sbb x de rezeki.
kalau sy dgr soalan ni pon sebak.
ape tah lg mama sebagai emak sy? sy fhm perasaan die.
sbb tu sy x suke mereka yg bertanye begini.
mcm2 dah mama dgn abah usaha. jmpe ustaz. berdoa. tawakal.
sampai. mama pernah buat operation.
just nak tgk rahim die. sy taw. operation ini, sgt menyakitkan...
mengikut kesehatan & perubatan, mama n abah sehat walafiat.
tiada masalah. jd. ternyata. cuma tiada rezeki.
mama pernah keguguran 2x. kesian mama. sakit taw gugur.
sy da x kesah sy sorang pon. dulu kecik2 tataw pape. slalu la merungut. da besar. sy fhm semuanya.
tp. org lain x kan pernah fhm. perasaan mama. abah. dan sy.
mereka bersyukur. sbb. sekurang - kurangnya mereka punya sy.
hurm...alhamdulilah.
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taw x. mama ngan abah sensitif sgt dgn sy.
sbb. sy sorang je die org ade.
mereka syg sy sgt3. lebeyh dr sape2 pon syg sy. sy seda tuh.
tp sy nih. kdng2 masih lg kurang ajar dgn die org. x sengaje...
buat mereka sedeyh. maaf mama. kdng2 bnde tu kecik je.
tp sy taw, mereka trase sbb da x de org lain. mereka slalu rndu sy.
serius. abah n mama slalu ckp...
"org lain x kan fhm perasaan kami"
sy sendiri. bahagia seadenye. dan...
jd anak tunggal ni x mudah jgk taw.
sbb. sy sorang je yg die org ade. jd. harapan mereka tnggi.
kalau sy gagal dan berada d bwh, mereka ttp menyokong.
sdngkan sy da menangis, sbb gagal dan juge kesian dgn mereka.
sy rase mcm da kecewakan mereka. tp mereka. lebeyh kuat dr sy.
kalau mereka da x de nnt. sy plak sebatang kara. sdeyh sgt.
sbb sy taw sy sgt perlu mereka. hurm... and yg plg ssh.
sy kene jage ati mereka betol2, sbb mereka sensitif dgn sy.
bak kate org tua2,
sy lah racun, sy lah penawar.
sy yg mewarnai hidup mereka. abaikan kata org.
mereka x fhm. tp yg plg penting.
kami bahagia seadanya. =]
sbb terpost time edit! haha.
do u have a brother/brothers?
do u. have a sister/sisters?
lucky you. =]
org selalu tanye & cakap
"best x jd anak tunggal?"
"mesti best kan sbb dpt semua yg u mintak?"
"mesti x best kan duduk sorang2 je?"
"x nak adek ke?"
"mesti manje nih..."
da worst part.
"nape x suruh
mama ngangdung lg?"
"best x jd anak tunggal?"
"mesti best kan sbb dpt semua yg u mintak?"
"mesti x best kan duduk sorang2 je?"
"x nak adek ke?"
"mesti manje nih..."
da worst part.
"nape x suruh
mama ngangdung lg?"
hurm. sy da biase dgn soalan2 nih.
sy da x kesah da pon. eheh...
dr kecik. sampai besar. ke mane saje sy pergi.
semua akan tanye.
kebiasaannya. dlm drama.
dlm pemikiran majoriti msyrkt kita.
akan ckp. dan berpendpt. anak tunggal tu selalunye negatif.
MANJE!
TAK BERDIKARI!
SPOIL!
TAK BERDIKARI!
SPOIL!
sy xtaw anak tunggal lain. tp sy. mcm nih seadenye.
same je mcm yg lain. serius same. x lebeyh x kurang la =]
sbb sumenye ade kelebihan n kekurangannya.
best ke x jd anak tunggal? ade best die. ade yg x best die.
yg bestnye. parents betol3 fokus dkt kte sorang.
yg x bestnye. kdng2, mmg akan cpt rase sepi.
hey hey. tlg skit! sape kate sy dpt semua yg sy mintak? menipu la tuh.
ingt mama ngan abah ni. bkn manusia biase ke? aiyoo.
sy pon belajar utk dptkan ape yg sy nak sdiri.
bkn semua sy nak sy dpt mcm tu je.
dari segi didikan, agama, kasih sayang, semuanya cukup.
mama n abah jg sy dgn cukup sempurna.
mereka layak dpt anugerah terbaek.
segala kekurangan diri sy nih, dtg dr sy sdiri. kdng2 sy ade terpk.
mereka layak dpt anak yg lebeyh baek dr sy. huhu.
duduk sorang2? sy dah biase. terutame time cuti.
mama keje. abah pon same. mereka bz. hee.
so, sy da biase. bgnn pagi. mereka da x de. then. tgh hari.
mama blk dr skola. die rehat kejap. kdng2 die keluar blk ptg.
ade hal2 lain mcm meeting & games. abah plak. blk lewat ptg.
kdng2 main golf. kdng2 mlm tuh, mama n abah ade dinner.
so kdng2 sy mmg duk umah sorang2 dr pagi sampai mlm.
nasib baik ade kucing2! hee. tp...sy dah biase. x kesah.
tpu la kalo sy ckp sy x nak adek. abg. kakak.
sy slalu bygkan. ade kakak. blhla sy gadow2 dgn die.
berebut itu ini, haha. then blh jgk kongsi2 rahsia. whee~~~
kalau sy ade abg. mesti abg suke buli sy. n sy pon ade penjage!
hee. abg sy mesti ske lepok2 sy. haha. tp die mesti baek.
kalo ade adek plak, sy mmg akan jage gile2!
da mcm2 sy plan utk die.mcm la die anak sy plak.
huhu. erm. sy nak buat die mcm kwn baek.
and kalo blh, semua die nak sy nak tunaikan.
n sy akan ajar die mcm2 ttg hidup, bnde yg x baek. yg terjd dkt sy.
sy x nak terjd dkt die plak. sy akan. hargai semuanya...
sy? manje? pale otak lu berjambul! huhu. tlg ahh. tidakkk.
kalau sy manje pon, mungkin time2 tertentu.
bkn manje tanpa sebarang sebab yg rasional. dgn mama n abah?
sy x manja. sy mmg rapat dgn mereka. sumpah. mereka sgt cinta sy.
banyak jgk yg mereka taw ttg sy, tp bnyk jgk mereka x kenal lg.
kalau sy manje...sy mungkin tak akan masuk asrama.
kalau sy manje...sy tak akan blh duduk d rumah sorang2.
kalau sy manje...sy tak akan pandai keluar rumah
dan jage diri sorang2.
kalau sy manje...sy tak mungkin reti buat2 keje umah.
kalau sy manje...sy tak akan beli semua bnde gune duit sy sdiri. sy cuma akan gune duit mereka kalo sy mmg da x de duit. kalau sy manje...sy takkan jd aqilah yg skrng nih. ^__^
"nape x suruh mama mengandung lg?"
SUMPAH sy benci soalan ini!
sy benci mereka yg bertanye sebegini.
bkn ape. sendiri maw ingt la. umur mama sy dah bape.
kalau mama sy nak mengandung, awal2 dulu lg die akan mengandung.
masalahnye, sape yg x suke kalau anak ramai?
sape yg x nak anak? anugerah tuhan.
sedarlah. fahamlah. bukan TAK NAK!
mama x mengandung sbb x de rezeki.
kalau sy dgr soalan ni pon sebak.
ape tah lg mama sebagai emak sy? sy fhm perasaan die.
sbb tu sy x suke mereka yg bertanye begini.
mcm2 dah mama dgn abah usaha. jmpe ustaz. berdoa. tawakal.
sampai. mama pernah buat operation.
just nak tgk rahim die. sy taw. operation ini, sgt menyakitkan...
mengikut kesehatan & perubatan, mama n abah sehat walafiat.
tiada masalah. jd. ternyata. cuma tiada rezeki.
mama pernah keguguran 2x. kesian mama. sakit taw gugur.
sy da x kesah sy sorang pon. dulu kecik2 tataw pape. slalu la merungut. da besar. sy fhm semuanya.
tp. org lain x kan pernah fhm. perasaan mama. abah. dan sy.
mereka bersyukur. sbb. sekurang - kurangnya mereka punya sy.
hurm...alhamdulilah.
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taw x. mama ngan abah sensitif sgt dgn sy.
sbb. sy sorang je die org ade.
mereka syg sy sgt3. lebeyh dr sape2 pon syg sy. sy seda tuh.
tp sy nih. kdng2 masih lg kurang ajar dgn die org. x sengaje...
buat mereka sedeyh. maaf mama. kdng2 bnde tu kecik je.
tp sy taw, mereka trase sbb da x de org lain. mereka slalu rndu sy.
serius. abah n mama slalu ckp...
"org lain x kan fhm perasaan kami"
sy sendiri. bahagia seadenye. dan...
jd anak tunggal ni x mudah jgk taw.
sbb. sy sorang je yg die org ade. jd. harapan mereka tnggi.
kalau sy gagal dan berada d bwh, mereka ttp menyokong.
sdngkan sy da menangis, sbb gagal dan juge kesian dgn mereka.
sy rase mcm da kecewakan mereka. tp mereka. lebeyh kuat dr sy.
kalau mereka da x de nnt. sy plak sebatang kara. sdeyh sgt.
sbb sy taw sy sgt perlu mereka. hurm... and yg plg ssh.
sy kene jage ati mereka betol2, sbb mereka sensitif dgn sy.
bak kate org tua2,
sy lah racun, sy lah penawar.
sy yg mewarnai hidup mereka. abaikan kata org.
mereka x fhm. tp yg plg penting.
kami bahagia seadanya. =]
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