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okay people.

i visited dja's friend when she just gave birth to a gorgeous baby boy @ KK last saturday.

i share with you the pix ouhkay.. hang on a second..

taadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.


baby hady & me

i love babies i tell you. their lil feet. their tiny fingers.. awwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeee!!

i kished him like mad last saturday.. i want to kish him again...

~feeling mommy-ish~

salaam people

i now juggle between my granny's house and my own home due to the fact that my granny wants my company whilst aunt goes out for her permanent night shifts slots. i grew up in the Telok Blangah Drive neighbourhood, spent my juvenilistic days there thru primary and secondary school years.


During college and tertiary education years that i went back to my own home with Daddy-O since momma's demise. As i walk home from work one day, I decided to spend a bit of my time to walk the nostalgic path.. once more.. from my now defunct primary school site, now the Circle Line Under Construction.

Psst. I'm from Jagoh Primary School, Year 1989. So if any of you guys are from my batch. Holla me ouhkay? I walked towards the Hawker Centre where we had our ice kachang treats after extracurricular activities. Familiar faces still. Though some vendors have changed, the ambience was still the same. I picture me and some of the boys and gerls alike were having our daily treats and that often we joked and laughed our hearts off. Those were da days of innocence..

We talked the talk. Walked the walk through the 6 years together when everyone got on with their own lives in their designated Sec Schools after the PSLE.

I miss those days, really.




The 'GENG-TAK-GENG' days.. The complete 'MUKA BLUR SOTONG GILER'.. The 'SKIRT PANJANG CUN CUN SAMPAI ATAS LUTUT' days..


I'm sure now all of us are grown up. A couple of them I still keep in touch with are married, with a coupla kiddos to boot! So anyone else other than those I know who're here in these blogging scene to holla me darlinqs. B glad to hold a reunion for you guys..


My prayers for the best of you people, undergoing your private lives and that May you and Your La Familia be blessed with his NUR always. InsyaALLAH.


~ice kachang for my primary school mates?~

assalammualaikkum

somehow or rather, i need to talk bout this topic. cos its been a long time i've kept things to myself...

you know some of us have siblings, some unfortunately do not..

and yeah, sibling rivalry occurs in phases and that its almost inevitable to avoid..

we are only humans.. we have feelings as individuals and for all things we feel affected if things dont go well amongst siblings..

my life story

i am the first girl in the family. and the first grandchild too. i've got 2 younger brothers, 25 and 20 years old respectively..

we're close knitted. we talk like friends. and that only when they're all grown up right now, there's some kinda detachment to emotions. all of them are striving for their own paths in life.. the youngest finishing up his 'national' duties and off he goes to finish up his studies.

Everything went well until Allah took our Momma away, for eternity. We lost her. Suddenly.

We're not even given enuff buffer to fall back on. A pillar was removed from our lives.

Lost as we may feel. We crawled back in life. Supported dad @ his shop to make ends meet. To support us through college and all.

Bros were Sec 2 and Primary 3 at that point of time and that we had to work things out at home. Chores were divided amongst all the four of us @ home and that we have to keep it all together.

All of us were brought up latchkey kids.. Our own set of independence.


The loss of our momma was not something that we loved to talk about.. It was like a missing piece of the puzzle. An empty slot in our hearts. Often I still have flashes of her reminding me some advices in life. Sometimes i wish that I could still see her greeting me @ my doorstep.


And so.. the 3 siblings survived.. We're each other support system.

We have open discussions with Daddy-O about things.


Yeah, sometimes siblings rivalry still happen. But its common aint it? So that as long as things do not go overboard with violence and all, its pretty okay. Yeah, the brothers do squabble and stuffs.. but they do not end up swearing each other away.


Yeah, point that i'm writing is this..

I found out that there are still some human beings who are too SELFISH to even have the desire to comfort their own sibling when they're down.

I found out that people do not do things unless it benefits their well being.

You know, these people are just plain pure jerks!

I do not know that its just plain pure immaturity or just nothing but being selfish!

Perhaps you can just really do me a fav. Stand in front of a mirror and look at yourself real hard!



Go ask yourself these set of questions.

For all those things that you have right now, dont you think you should even thank your sibling for it?

For those sad moment of yours, have you ever saw your sibling leave you in a lurch?

For those happy moments, find out who hugged you in pride and say, well done?


Sometimes, people just forget.. Perhaps i am writing this to remind you?


You know.. You treat other people like your own sibling BUT you forgot who's your own?


With this, I would really love you to sit down and think about things... To realise your selfishness this far and change for the better.


Sometimes.. human just forget. or perhaps they're just born very selfish?

Remember, the world DOES NOT revolve around you.. Grow up!



You can continue to make faces and show me the attitude.. O'well. do you ever want to find out mine? I would be interested to share with you ya know.. ~inquisitive~


Until you decide to grow up... you shall not be dealt with.. So.. HURRY!

salaam people.

Friday, 13th of July 2007

It was a Friday, weekend's knockin' around the corner and we're hitting home when shikin asked if me and dja's got any plans after work.. we kinda said nope.. and that she kinda said 'jom arrh pi bowling'.. least i have something to do while waiting for shai to finish work..

and so our eyes lit up.. and said.. ouhkay..

dengan tidak membuang masa, i went dwn to my desk and called the available alleys for lanes..

then i dragged the two darlinqs back to my granny's home to pick up my ball and off to bowl.

we did our maghrib prayers and that my aunt cooked for them fried kway teow 'express punyer'.. ekekekeke

we ate and off we went to bowl!!!

~guilt by then has surrounded me... i'll tell you later why..~


8.30pm - West Coast Recreation Club

Lane's are well oiled. Xcept for the houseballs.. i think they didnt find it good.

Best of 3 games.

~guilt was damn building in me... i felt restless as i'm a pretty bad liar~



during the games, i texted him..

Guilty as charged: Aaadik afiq. ngah wat pe?
Mr Coach, CLUELESS: Masih kat work. nape kakak?

Guilty as charged: Ouhkay adik. take care ouhkay.
Mr Coach, CLUELESS: Dah otw balik pun

Guilty as charged: Aaadik dah shampai umah lum? Ngah wat pe?
Mr Coach, CLUELESS: Dah. Dari tadi. Now ngah watch tv and sembang2 ngan my parents.

Guilty as charged: Later call kakak ouhkay.
Mr Coach, CLUELESS: Okay kakak. later i call you ouhkay.


When i was in the bus ride home with dja... he called...

Guilty as charged : Assalammualaikkum aadik afiq.
Mr Coach: Wa'alaikkumsalam kakak.

Guilty as charged : Aadik. Kakak ada got a confession..
Mr Coach: And that is??

Guilty as charged : Hmmm..
Mr Coach: Kakak.. Kat mana ni?

Guilty as charged : Dalam bus nak pulang.
Mr Coach: Dari mana?

Guilty as charged : Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. Kita dari west coast
Mr Coach: Buat apa kat West Coast?

Guilty as charged : hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. pi main bowling?
Mr Coach: Uhuh!! ~nagging mode engaged~

Guilty as charged : Ouhkay. I'm a bad liar. Just cant continue this..
Mr Coach: ~still nagging~ kan dah kata tak boleh bowl in about 2 weeks?

Guilty as charged : Ialah. Tapi just now cam impromptu gitu
Mr Coach: Gi ngan siapa?

Guilty as charged : Dja and one of my colleague.
Mr Coach: How's the lanes? Your games

Guilty as charged : ~went on analysing my games and the lane conditions~
Mr Coach: ouhkay.. Monday pi main bowling sendiri arrrh..

Guilty as charged : Aaaaaaaaaaadik mana leh coach pi tanpa disciple nyer?
Mr Coach: My disciples went bowling w/o their coach?

Guilty as charged : Yeah, but all we wanted to do was to build our games
Mr Coach: Uhuh.. ~not bothered to listen..~ Banyak nah reasonsnyer

Guilty as charged : Okay laarh. sorry mr coach
Mr Coach: I still want to bowl on monday!!!



Gosh. i still am so bad in lying.. pffffffttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!


and to mr MUSE.. i'm sorry for dumpin you yet again on bowling sessions.. i'll make it up to you ouhkay darlinq.. ~muuuacks~

salaam people.

i think i'm nearing a nervous breakdown.

anytime soon.

i dun seem to know what i'm feeling. which leads to an emptiness in my heart.

the only things left are daily supplications and prayers to HIM. of which that keeps me sane.




so many things are happening for now.

cries myself to sleep for the past few days.

i'm trying to stay the same. stay myself.

i just failed.


flashes of my late momma, comforting me to be strong. to stay steadfast.

i cant help it. i miss her. i wish she was here.

to listen to my girly woes. relationships. men. hear me vent my insecurities.


i'm just crumbling. bit by bit. but certain.


the strength i have is slowy melting. like ice put to fire.

the smiles i have are no longer existing. they're gone.


i'm just turning reclusive. building a wall around me. so that i dun get hurt no more.



no one's to be blamed for this.

its just me. and myself.


i'm just too phreaked out.


as i write this. tears are definitely brimmin in my eyes.

i dun wish to share with anyone this piece of sadness. its just not beneficial for everyone.


just lemme be with myself.

perhaps i'll sort things out..

perhaps i'll just let myself rot.

salaam people.

its another weekend yet again. naaah! its not an outing to beat the GST hike.. but its another random outing. to share happiness and lurve all around us, bros and sistas!

we went for an early dinner @ the House of Ayam Penyet and then whisked ourselves off for our asar and maghrib prayers.. and then its OFF to bowl again!

and this time round, i collected my own personalised bowling ball! how nice!

i decided to pick up this sport, with the careful guidance of my shifu..

i decided to go for a 10 lbs MAXIM ball. PURPLE no less!

but it was a sad fact that i didnt perform that well during my 3 games, using my personalised ball. pffffffffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttttt! the excitement was too unbearable until i forgot to sync my footwork with my ball release. ~cheeKEN-doodle betul arrh~

but, fret not.. seeing the frequency of us bowling, i sure do hope to pick things up and that learn properly. ehh shifu ekkhs? tahan laarh kerenah your eva 'lurvable' disciple nieh.. tahan..tahan.. JANGAN tak nak tahan tau..

ask me how it feels having my own bowling ball. it was extremely SMOOTH baybeh!

ouhkay laarh. tak nak bebual lagiks arrh... like wat shifu said.. we'll settle @ the lanes arrrh people!!

here's the pixes.. enjoy ekkhs! takmo jeles2.. nak.. jOIn kita... hee3