Please smack me on my head

Right. At the moment, I hate myself so much. During this long holiday, if I am not eating, I must be spending money at the mall. I have successfully doubled my size and almost finish all my cash in bank. I was about to use my credit card today in the mall. Thanks god the customer in front of me got panicked because all her cards were unable to use. She was all pink and blue, searching every dollar and coins in her Guess handbag. That's when I came to my sense. It could happen to me too if I keep spending like nobody's business!

I went home, feeling guilty to myself and Monkey. I fully understood we don't grow money on trees, we work very hard to earn it. Not because we are underpaid, in fact, our household monthly income is way better than average family in my kampung. However, we always think we don't have enough until the next pay day. We always play this blame game; who's spending more money every month.

To Monkey, it must be me...because I am the one who make shops as my second home. Whereas to me, it must be Monkey because he smokes like a chimney and drinks like a fish. Everybody knows a pack of 20 sticks cigarette now cost almost ten bucks. Two or three packs a day is easy for him. A long neck beer can cost from 11 bucks to 15 bucks a bottle. 6 to 7 bottles a night is a must for him. So, it must be him, not me. At the end of our argument, I always win. Not because he agrees with me, it's because he's easy. For those who don't know me, please don't think that I am good at 'producing' crocodile tears. For the record, I am very bad at it. I can't fake a cry. I have tried before and guess what, Monkey knew it, he laughed at me. I won only because he loves me and he doesn't want to fight with me. Well, that's what he said to me.

Now that I have mentioned about me hating myself, why not I give more details about it. Today when I drove home from the mall, I was thinking was it really me who spent unwisely? I was thinking, thinking, thinking, and thinking...and finally I realized,ya,Monkey was right. It was me, not him!

You see, I have this silly need to visit shopping malls EVERY DAY. Unlucky for me, there is a shopping mall right behind my house. It's only a walking distance. I pass it every day from work. When I go to the mall, I like to see what people are selling. I like to know what is new in there. My nose likes the smell of the bakery and coffee shop. My ears like the loud sound coming from the CD shop. My eyes like to feast at the fresh flowers at the flosrist's. The worst thing is that my nose is addicted to the smell of the money that just come out from the ATM. It has got a smell that you can't find anywhere but from the ATM. If you don't believe me, go withdraw some money from the ATM and smell it. Then, try to find the smell from other place, see if you can find it. I am crazy, right?

The other thing is, I hate walking out from the shopping mall without a full loaded trolley or at least a shopping bag. Be it a small hand lotion or a stupid brooch, as long as they are in the shopping bag, it'll make my day. Now, that is the real problem with me.

After doing some counting, I realized I am the culprit of this always-no-money issue at home. I bought all those unnecessary things EVERY DAY. Example, a pack of vegetable that I know will end up at my garbage bag in three days time, a live-in Redken hair treatment that I never use, 4 brooches that don't match any of my work attire, and so on and so forth. I spent on things we don't need. I'm sure the money have better place in our saving account. Instead, I deposited them into the mall's cash register. Stupid me. Why didn't I realize this all these time? Gosh, I really feel bad about it, specially after all those hard times I gave to Monkey.

Enough hanky-panky for me. Today I decided I can't take control of my own money anymore. Thus, I withdrew all money from my bank account and put it into Monkey's bank. I have surrendered all my credit card to Monkey to be cut into pieces. No more plastic money in my purse. From now on, I will be collecting daily allowance from Monkey. I feel sorry to myself that I don't trust me anymore when it comes to money. It shouldn't be like this. I used to be very good at money management. I don't know what have happened to the girl who survived on 500 bucks monthly for six years in college. I want to find that girl in me again. Someone simple and very moderate on spending. I can't let this bad attitude changes me into someone we don't know.

Arghh!! I hate myself! Please, feel free to smack me on my head!

Warkah untuk Kasih (Updated)

(I put myself in my mum's shoes and this is what I came up with. I dedicate this to my mum's husband. I wish one day he would understand women have feelings too. We women deserve to be loved and protected, not beaten and betrayed.)

PERGILAH KASIH

Helaan nafasmu semakin menipis,
Kasih, pergilah segera!

Aku bukan meminggiri mu
Aku tidak mengalpaimu
Tidak pernah menafikanmu
Aku sekadar berdiam diri
Memahami batas sempadan pilihan kita
Kasih pergilah segera
bicara ini kita habisi di sini

Kuhimpun sepuluh jari
Kuhulur salam kemaafan
andai ini bisa meruntun hati lelaki mu

Kasih, ia telah lama berakhir
Sungguh,
tiada lagi kamu dalam hatiku
yang ada cuma ingatan pahit
ada kala bertukar benci
ada kala bertukar simpati

Pergilah kasih,
Pergilah segera!
Tiada apa untukmu di sini
Tebarkan lah sayapmu dan terbanglah.

Nikahilah dia, kasihi dirinya
Tatanglah dia dengan penuh
Jangan diulang kesilapan dulu
Kelak menjadi kudis sekali lagi

Pergilah kasih, pergi segera!

She who doesn't like Mawi-Ekin goes to bed

Bad title but I loike~!

Of all local celebrities, I don't like them. Not because they are the most popular people (at the mo), but because their wedding news are all over the place ~~ TV, Internet, radio, newspaper, magazines...my good god, what the hell! Hello? Who are these people? How many times did they made our country proud, or saved us from anything dangerous out there? I mean, really, Mawi is not even good at what he is doing.

Hey, I'm not saying they are bad people. Not like that. It's just, urgh, why do TV people need to talk about Mawi and his known-not-so-good bride when the only thing I need to watch on the tele is something descent? Can't they air it some other time when I'm not watching tele? Same goes when I try to read digital newspaper and listen to my online radio. Come on digital newspaper and online radio people. You have something else to talk about right? How can you not bored talking about the same topic all the time?

I'm sorry Mawi-Ekin for having to say all these. As you may have already knew, not everybody likes us. That's a fact. In this case, I don't like the both of you. Don't take it too hard, it's only normal. There are many others out there who don't like you too. Yes Mawi-Ekin, I know you never did me any wrong, it's just that you failed to give me the impression that you people are true to yourselves and those who you call your 'music industry followers'.

Anyways, anyways, whatever it is, it won't stop me from wishing you congratulation on your wedding. Good luck, may you success in your marriage. Please, I beg you, no more continuation on your 'wedding hit' news. I need all the correct and beneficial information on the front page of our newspapers, not gibberish. You want to go for honeymoon or whatever you want to do, keep it to yourself, it's none of all Malaysian's interest. Blog it if you have to but please, no more talking about it everywhere. Thank you.

Of course I will never, ever like you but I'm still a good human being, I truthfully wish you love and happiness. Never get involved in those ugly mess like divorce, OK? Otherwise, crap stories will be everywhere on the medias again.

With that, she who doesn't like Mawi-Ekin goes to bed.

My midget world

Now, Monkey has stopped calling me 'short midget' ('coz I'm only half of his height) . Instead, he changed it to 'short and fat midget'.

Short. Fat. Midget.

Those words don't get along very well, if you know what I mean. They are good for referring a man, but not a woman. Although he usually added 'my lovely' in front of those 'short and fat midget' but nooooooo, I don't want it!

Must get rid of the word 'FAT' there. Never mind the short and midget, it's something the man above fixed for me, not something I ate. I could stand on a big rock when we take photo of us, crop it later and problem solved. I'd be as tall as Monkey in the photo. Ya, sure, there is this thing called AIRBRUSH, it does magic on photos....but boy, being fat is not only about looks in photos. It's also about being FAT in real life.

The most bothering about being fat is having to buy new Levi's for my new big butt. I hate wearing the same denim all the time...so, obviously it will cost me arms and legs. *Sigh* Didn't I promise I won't spend money thoughtlessly anymore?

FAT, I hate you. Let's fight now!

Why am I not thin?

Because I eat late at night. I must eat before I go to bed. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep. Even if I managed to trick myself to sleep, nightmares await me. I will feel very hungry and don't have enough power to do whatever I am doing in my dream, like (manually)delivering twins, raising triplets, attacking demons and building a colourful cookie castle. Weird, right? But that's what I usually get in my dreams.

You see, sometimes I couldn't do them because I was hungry. Therefore, I had to ask Monkey to help me. Most of the time he didn't like it, specially the (manually) delivering twins bit. It made us fight in my dream...and that is considered as another nightmare. You haven't seen Monkey fighting me in my dream...and you don't want to picture it. That's why I need to go to bed with a full stomach.

OK. Enough craps.

Man! I hate my mouth and stomach. Because of them, now I have to live with this huge jelly on my belly. Jelly belly. Yewkk! That's gross. This jelly belly is gross!

If there is anything I am good at, it's EATING. Unfortunately, it comes with side effects (apart from jelly belly) like getting very large thighs and double chin. Ya, that's me. From 47 to 52. Then 54, 57, 59, 60....and recently 63! Man.. am I in trouble? Yes I am. YES, I AM.

I must suck up all the good energies around the town tomorrow so I have enough to start fighting food.

(Fighting food?) Sorry, I take that back.

Not fighting food, I should say fighting myself.

However, my friendship with food should be seriously revised soon. Maybe I should look around for new friends...like exercising? Or fasting? Or balance diet?

Or would it be a sin if I secretly get those slimming pills and stuff?

Jelly belly. Urgh!

What will we get when we shower a dog?

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Viola!

A happy-clean-dog!

Jazzy: "Indeed. Check me out."

Missing Xmas item

Xmas Dress - checked

Xmas Shoes - checked

Xmas Hair - checked

Xmas Fun Plan - checked

Xmas Cookies - checked

Xmas Cake - eeeerrrmmm... emmmm...

O'ow.

Xmas cake is missing!!

My mother-in-law has baked us Xmas cake. Monkey brought it home with him from OZ. We planned to make it last until Xmas but apparently it became a big hit and gone missing the very next day it 'arrived' here.

I think I did mention in my previous post that I have bought a new cooker. Sure, I can play with it by baking Xmas cake. The problem is, I need it to have the exact taste like one Mum Barbara baked. Otherwise, Monkey wouldn't enjoy it. And hell ya, I wouldn't enjoy it too. I really doubt I could bake one like her cake. My first two chocolate cakes were far from OK, they are still in my fridge. Nobody wants to eat them, which is not surprising.

Now, I don't expect myself to bake something like Mum Barbara's Xmas cake. I can't bake a cake by just looking at it's photo and remembering the taste. Or can I? So how ah? Should I ask her secret recipe and try it, or should I just order one from the bakery shop near my house? But will it taste and look like this one?

Hmmm... hmmm.. I don't know. I'll think about it tonight.

Laters.

10 things I don't wanna do anymore...

1. Being a cry baby

2. Nagging on my students

3. Saying no to booze..(evil laugh!)

4. Making eating as a pleasure

5. Spending money thoughtlessly

6. Stop exercising

7. Napping four hours a day

8. Waking up very late but still arrive work on time. Make-up? Don't ask.Horrible.

9. Complaining on having to mark 300 over exercise books, DAILY.

10. Forcing Monkey to do anything he's not willing to do.

.....but how ahh...?

11th December

If I were to choose my own name, I would name myself Gretchen or Daniella. But I didn't have the privilege to do so since I was just a hopeless little baby when I was born. I had no choice but to give the benefit of doubt to my parents to choose one for me.

According to my mama, long before I was born, they have been finding a name for me. My bapa's first choice was Ernawati.

When I first heard it, I was like, "freak..!! Ernawati? What the..!"

So I must thank my mama for fighting not to give it to me. Imagine me signing myself as Ernawati. No offence to any Ernawati in this world, I just don't see myself bonding with that name. Ever.

Then, they wanted to name me Erna. It must have been thought to be the final decision because most of my aunties and uncles who don't live with us or around us call me with that name. Some of them even spell my name as 'Erna'. It's OK by me, Erna doesn't sound too bad to me. Just, don't put the Wati together with it. Eeeew!! Anyways. Suddenly my bapa came up with a last minute idea to name me after my aunt Erin. Actually, I don't see much of her as an aunt figure. Plus, I've never been closed to her.

She's my bapa's first cousin. The first daughter in his uncle's family. Still count as a close relative lah. Her father is my grandmother's only brother. Back then, my bapa's family was extremely poor. To make things worst, his father had this different ideology that drove people away from their family. Some said it made people hated his whole family. Oh well. Better not to start on that one. My point is, I have no wonder why my bapa wanted to name me after his cousin. It was very hard for him and his siblings to breath under his father's roof. Lucky his uncle and cousins always came to their rescue. To my bapa, his uncle is his idol. He respects him more than his own father. Hence, for his own reasons, he wanted his first child to be named after his uncle's daughter.

Again, my mama fought not to name me exactly the name of my bapa's family members. She knew if he could do it easily, then chances are all her children will be named after all my father's family members. Good move on that one, ma. Long story short, they decided to get somewhere between where everybody won. That's why today my name is Erina. Something familiar to my bapa and something not exactly the name of my bapa's cousin to my mama. Choosing a name for me must had been one hideous job my parents had to do. They probably had a few small fights here and there. Thus, 'Erina' to me means something agreeable to my parents. Not exactly the name that I fond but well, it means a lot to my parents.

This 'naming me' event took place 27 years ago, sometimes before the 11th of December.

Today 11th December comes again. My mum gave me RM150 this morning. Yaii! Knowing my mum, it must took her a lot of "good mood" for giving away that much money with no string attached! So I assume, to her, remembering and celebrating this day must be very important. It's more than just the date of my arrival into this world or the day they finally have a name for me. This to her is also the date she started a new life as a mother. The day her first love arrived in this world. I'm sure she treasures every moment of the memory happened 27 years ago on this particular date. Good for her.

Me? It doesn't really matter to me. I usually forget what kind of occasion I should celebrate on this day. This time, I think I will just enjoy my free RM150. I want to use it to buy a new cooker so I can make cookies and cakes during my holiday. This is where my sister-in-law's present for me comes very handy. She gave me a beautiful cooking book. Very thick and colorful. Hah! I should start on the cakes chapter! Mmmmmm..chocolate cake...mmmmm..! Alright. Gotta go to shop now and spend my RM150.

Before I go, I'd like to say thanks to my friends, family and parents in law for wishing me joy and happiness. Emily gets the credit to be the first one to wish me well. Meanwhile, 1010, Djue, Zue and Emma...you people are in trouble. I know I said this day doesn't really matter to me but I didn't say it doesn't matter that you people don't remember it!

LOL. Are you scared now?

In this life...

Sunday, my favourite day!

It's rather a quiet day today. Since I am in a long holiday, I do nothing but jamming my butt on this comfy chair and get my eyes even more square than before. Square eyes! Ya, that's me. I've been staring on my lappy screen since the start of the school holiday. By the time I have to get back to work, I bet my round face will be changed into square shape too. Scary.

Hmmm...not much I could share here today after the long rant on my last post. I'm really sorry you have to read that. Since I have posted it, I think I'll just leave it there. I won't retract it, something for me to look back next time.

Anger. That's what I have in me every time I think of that particular issue. I don't mean to discredit anybody for living the life they choose for themselves. I got angry because they make their loved ones get involved in their personal affair. They make everybody who are linked to them in the name of 'family' doomed by their bad decisions. The unfairness, that's what makes me fume. Oh, well. Don't worry too much, Midget. Everything will be alright. You'll deal with the anger soon or later. For now, just enjoy it. Having a half-brother (or half-sister?) and step mother (again) maybe is not that bad after all, specially when there is a plan they are going to join in the same household with the other wife. TV drama? No..., even better! I'm talking about real life. Our life! So, hhhmmmmmmmmm...

Maybe I make fuss on this thing too much already. Maybe I'm too emotional. Other people are living a life harder than mine, yet they don't complain. Just then, someone close to me told me a sad story about this one family I know. Comparing my problem to their problem, it is much more minor than what they are going through. Losing a beautiful wife over a selfish mistake in the past is really a sad, sad thing to live with in life. True, life and death is in the hand of God. It won't happen without His consent and therefore, I have no right to question the life and death of a human. Although, I could use the value from the story to be adopted into my personal life, so that I'll always remember to be thoughtful in every decision I make. God bless that family. My heart goes to the small children who have lost their mother in such a young age.

Rumour has it that the head of the family has been infected with a deadly contagious disease. He then infected it to his wife. Rumour has it too that their small children have been infected too (my heart crashed when I heard this..poor children). How he got it at the first place, it's none of our business, so hence I won't mention anything about it. The wife has gone now. It already happened. Nobody could do anything about it anymore. What left is a miserable life to live on. They like it or not, they have to live with it. All I can say is I'm sorry this horrible disaster happen to them. I'm not discrediting them, far away from judging them. I'm just trying to tell myself that I should not moan too loud about the pain I am feeling. Others are suffering from life too, I'm not the only one. In fact, who doesn't?

Hmm, I smell something nice in the air. It must be my mum's chicken porridge. Gotta go and save some before my hungry bro finishes it all! Ha ha! He is home for a short holiday. You should see his severe sun burn from his training. Poor boy. He had to 'mow' his hair too. Now he looks like a bandit, specially with the car accident scars on his face. 7 more months and I'll have to say 'Aya'i Sir!' every time he say anything to me. So, I better make use all the chances to tease him before he gets his personal gun!

Where was I before? Ahh... chicken porridge! Here I come...

Ya Antah!

Kan? Boring bah kalau balik-balik kita jak yang mengalah. Sikit-sikit kena berdiam diri dan bersabar. Apa-apa hal, mesti kita saja yang mau bersikap positif. Sebelah pihak tu tau perasaan dia jak. Masalah dia ja yang penting. Semua masalah dia mesti konon berpunca dari orang lain. Tiadalah yang berpunca dari diri dia sendiri. Bosan!

Dari dulu sampai sekarang enda lah pernah habis-habis drama dia ni. Lepas satu, satu lagi datang. Bejurut-jurut pula tu. Kalau enda libatkan orang, enda pa lah. Ini, orang yang tidak kena mengena pun kena tempias drama dia juga. Benci! Sampai bila lah konon mo macam ni? Sorang ja yang makan nangka, semua orang pun kena getah dia. Orang yang kena getah tu perlu diam-diam, bersikap sabar dan positif pula tu. Kalau enda, tambah susah hidup. Apa semua ini? Aduiiii... pening kepala orang!

Enda pa lah, ini drama yang last sudah sia mo layan. Lepas ni gerenti ada lagi drama seterusnya tapi sorilah, sia cakap awal-awal ni, sia enda mau layan punya. Cukuplah drama selama 27 tahun, kenyang sudah sia. Bukan sia inda peduli, tapi cukup sudah kesabaran sia. Sia pun ada kehidupan yang sia perlu jalani. Sia enda mau sudah biar perkara-perkara bodoh menyekat kehidupan sia. Biarlah sia hidup dengan dunia sia sendiri. Bodoh ja sia bagi ruang dalam hidup sa melayan benda-benda talingung macam tu. Susah bah. Sia enda tau sudah macam mana mau tolong. Dia tanya, mana satu yang bagus; makan tai kah, makan berak? Sia jawab, please lah, apa punya soalan tu? Tai sama berak kan sama saja, nama ja lain. Dia cakap, OK, so ko suggest sa makan apa? Sa jawab, makanlah nasi. Mee goreng kah, mee sup kah, yang biasa orang makan. Buat apa ko pilih mo makan antara berak dan tai? Lepas faham tai dan berak tiada bezanya, dia pun berpuas hati. Tau-tau enda lama kemudian dia balik, dia beteriak-teriak, moguhod, kunun tiada orang yang peduli dia kenyang temakan tai. Sigh. Buduh kah tidak buduh tu?

Kali kali pun macam tu. Orang sudah cakap jangan makan tai, jangan makan berak, itu juga yang dia cari. Sudah kenyang, balik pi mengamuk sama orang. Kalau mengamuk bukan alang-alang lagi tu. Sampai pengsan orang dia pukul. Sampai pecah satu rumah dia belah. Itu belum masuk telinga orang berdarah berkudis dengar sumpah caci makian dia. Bila kena jawab, dia declare war. Selagi dia tidak menang, selagi tu lah perang berlarutan. Bukan main main oh, sampai bawa pi balai polis lagi. Satu ja cara mo kurangkan tekanan, buat-buat bersalah jak lah. Akun saja kita yang palui, kita yang menyusahkan hidup dia. Positif ja sepanjang masa. Sekarang sudah 27 tahun. Masih lagi jadi punching bag. Punching bag isi simen pun kalau kena belasah sampai 27 tahun, mesti sudah lunyai. Belum sampai setahun kali, sudah lunyai. Ini kan pula manusia.

Ya antah lah, sa sudah naik bosan! Memang susah betul bah ni. Mo kasi tinggal macam tu jak pun enda sampai hati juga. Enda mo kasi tinggal, sengsara sendiri pula. Antah lah!

Sekarang dia sudah temakan tai yang paling besar! Bukan sekadar besar, tai tu beracun lagi. Keteh! Kere! Purimono! Tu lah, telinga ada kasi sama kuali. Sekarang baru dia rasa. Sekarang baru dia mo menyesal, rupanya memang betul orang cakap tai sama berak memang dua benda yang sama! Mo menyesal pun tiada guna sudah. Berak sudah kembali menjadi berak. Nah kau, geram betul sia. Sampai hal macam ni pun, masih lagi blame orang lain. Kononnya pasal orang lain lah perkara buduh macam 'neketian' terjadi sama diri dia. Feck off lah. Mana ada orang suruh dia taru burung dia dalam sangkar orang, terang-terang itu tindakan dia sendiri. Lagi mau tuduh-tuduh orang. Kerana hal ini dan hal itu lah konon dia sampai buat onar macam tu. Sewel kah apa ni orang? Dia yang sedap-sedap main burung, tau-tau bila betelur, kita pula punya salah. Pui! Buduh bin bangang orang ni tau. Nasib sia inda noturunan gen sewel dia.

Ni yang lagi kuat semangat sa mo lari dari pomogunan diolo. Apa guna melayan hidup yang beserabut. Sia tinggal sini pun, hidup sa inda gembira. Sia balik tempat diorang, lagilah sia inda happy. Masalah yang bukan sia punya pun sa kena ikut tanggung. Kalau inda ikut, derhaka. Gini punya hidup siapa yang tahan? Bagus sia membawa diri. Sia mau elak banyak benda yang sia sudah nampak they're coming in future.

Bulat sudah hati sia, tiada lagi sia mau terlibat dalam drama makan tai ni. Bukan sia enda sayang diorang, sia sayang. Tapi sia penat sudah bah living a life like this. I deserve to live my own life, the one that I choose for myself. After all, I don't owe them a life. I may owe them love and money but not my life. I can't let them hold my life for long anymore. I've got to go and make the fullest of this short life. Kalau sepanjang hidup sia biar diri sia terperangkap dalam drama makan tai ini, memang sah sia ada mewarisi gen bangang diorang. Soripalis. Palis-palis!

Apapun, sia tidak akan tinggalkan tangan-tangan yang sentiasa bersama sia, menyelamatkan sia dari kecaman si pemakan tai. I'll always be there for them, walaupun dari jauh. Right now sia rasa sangat hipokrit. Dulu sia selalu janji-janji my love for them is unconditional but the truth is, it is very conditional. Yup, hipokrit kan? Kalau dulu sia percaya one day everything will be alright, sekarang tidak lagi. It's a patern, it's a fate, it's a destiny, nobody can change it. Don't even think to suggest praying coz that's what we've been doing for the past 27 years. Pastor pun ada cakap, tidak semua doa dan permintaan ditunaikan. Ada doa yang sebenarnya telah dijawab tapi kita tidak menyukai jawapan itu lalu kita tidak menerima itu sebagai jawapan, sebaliknya terus berdoa, meminta dan berharap. In my case, sia sudah tau apa jawapan doa sia...but I hoped He would change His mind about it. Well, for 27 years now He didn't change it, so I guess that's it. I have to swallow the big words SUCK IN quietly. I mean, after this when I finish marah-marah.

Adeiii...memang pening betul kepala sia sekarang ini. Ada juga perasaan malu sama masyarakat. Sepatutnya di lewat usia manusia semakin bijak dan disegani. Menjadi tempat rujukan orang muda. Tapi ada juga manusia yang semakin tua semakin pelik. Bukan menjadi tempat rujukan, jadi bahan umpatan pula. Mungkin bagus juga, berpeluanglah orang kampung menggunakan peribahasa 'tua tua keladi, makin tua makin menjadi', 'bagai mencurah air ke daun keladi', 'menconteng arang ke muka', 'cakap tak serupa bikin'... dan apa-apalah peribahasa yang diorang fikirkan sesuai.

Yang betul-betul bikin panas hati sia sekarang, sia yang baru kawin ni lah yang sepatutnya sibuk mo beranak. Sia yang berabis mo anak sampai sakit-sakit mo berubat, enda juga dapat anak. Ada orang tu sinang-sinang dapat, bulih-bulih dia tuduh itu satu kesilapan yang berpunca dari orang lain, pas tu bulih cakap tarang-tarang sama urang, bagus dia kasi tu anak sama sia pasal sia enda pandai beranak sampai sekarang!!!!!!

*&^%#@!$^*(**^#!#$$^^(())(**&^%#$@#%&*((*&^%*(*&^%$@#!!@@#$%^&!!!!!!

Tasu napasa kepio tulun diri. Sudah kasi malu satu keturunan, sempat mengejek sia lagi. Kalau sa ada sana sekarang ni, memang patah riuk sudah sia kerjakan.

Nah, bagus sa brenti sebelum keluar hantu panas baran sia. Edeiii diti. Kinorohingan, ompuno oku. Otogod oku no poma kopio diti.

Book Game

Everyone in my roll is doing this. Here's the sentence from my book.

"The anger that Jeremiah felt welling up in his own heart was not his own but the wrath of Yahweh." -- A History of God by Karen Armstrong (1993)

Come join in the fun! :)

Rules:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 57.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence along with these instructions in a note to your wall, and post your sentence in a comment here as well. Include the title of book and author.

2nd December...

A memory visits me today.

Standing outside the registrar office.
Happy.
Scared.
Excited.

Later in the afternoon,
There was a wedding ring-
on my wedding finger.

Vows has been exchanged.
A letter was signed.
A party to celebrate.
A new life to live.
As a wife.

People speculated.
People judged.
We are two people from different background.
They said we won't last long.

God blesses us.
We are still here.
Together.
Standing strong.

Yes, we've been into many things.
It's true,
we are two people from two different worlds.

We once almost lost our faith,

trust and patience.

But this one thing called LOVE,

keep healing our wounds,

and grow bigger like us.

~~He he..

As long as we have love,

god will,

we will always be together.

United in this marriage.

2Nd of December will keep visiting me.

Same time, just different year.

Since it visits me again today,

why not I take it as a chance

to wish me and Monkey,

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

Monkey dearest...

With you as my husband

my life is now complete.

I've found my Jerry!

Though sometimes I wish you were Tom.

Coz being a midget like me and Tom,

I could easily catch you

and drag you out from your endless meetings

so you could take me out to a candle light dinner!

Bad Monkey!

Bad..bad..bad..bad Monkey!

May I borrow your lighter please?

Life as a teacher can be very interesting!

You said English is Easy? Try these..

Fill this blank withYes or No. Tell me what you got when you finish.

1. __ I don't have a BRAIN.

2. __I dont have SENSE.

3. __I am STUPID.

Ahhh... not so easy ah?

Ha ha!

Eeee...Seramnya!

Kenapa Ella kenakan mekap macam ni ah? Rambut mengurai dengan baju warna putih pula tu! Sorry lah Ella, jangan marah I terpaksa say I seram tengok muka u dalam gambar-gambar ni. Ke, u sengaja buat penampilan macam ni? Ikut tema majlis ke?

Nice Jump!

Latest Bra Design (18sx)

No, I wouldn't try it! Would you?

Ada apa dengan CINTA?

(Credit to isuhangat.blogspot.com)

CINTA, KEKAYAAN, KECANTIKAN, KESEDIHAN, KEGEMBIRAAN ...
Alkisah di suatu pulau kecil, tinggallah berbagai macam benda-benda

abstrak: ada CINTA, KEKAYAAN,KECANTIKAN, KESEDIHAN, KEGEMBIRAAN dan sebagainya. Awalnya mereka hidup berdampingan dengan baik dan saling melengkapi. Namun suatu ketika, datang badai menghempas pulau kecil itu dan air laut tiba-tiba naik semakin tinggi dan akan menenggelamkan pulau itu. Semua penghuni pulau cepat-cepat berusaha menyelamatkan diri.

CINTA sangat kebingungan sebab ia tidak dapat berenang dan tak mempunyai perahu. Ia berdiri di tepi pantai mencuba mencari pertolongan. Sementara itu air makin naik membasahi kaki CINTA. Tak lama CINTA melihat KEKAYAAN sedang mengayuh perahu."KEKAYAAN! KEKAYAAN! Tolong aku!" teriak CINTA. Lalu apa jawab KEKAYAAN, "Aduh! Maaf,CINTA!" kata KEKAYAAN. "Perahuku telah penuh dengan harta bendaku. Aku tak dapat membawamu serta, nanti perahu I ni tenggelam. Lagipula tak ada tempat lagi bagimu di perahuku ini." Lalu KEKAYAAN cepat-cepat mengayuh perahunya pergi meninggalkan CINTA tenggelam.

CINTA sedih sekali, namun kemudian dilihatnya KEGEMBIRAAN lewat dengan perahunya. "KEGEMBIRAAN! Tolong aku!", teriak CINTA. Namun apa yang terjadi, KEGEMBIRAAN terlalu gembira karena ia menemukan perahu sehingga ia tuli tak mendengar teriakan CINTA. Air makin tinggi membasahi CINTA sampai ke pinggang dan CINTA semakin panik. Tak lama lewatlah KECANTIKAN.

"KECANTIKAN! Bawalah aku bersamamu!", teriak CINTA. Lalu apa jawab

KECANTIKAN, "Wah, CINTA, kamu basah dan kotor.Aku tak bisa membawamu ikut. Nanti kamu mengotori perahuku yang indah ini." sahut KECANTIKAN. CINTA sedih sekali mendengarnya. CINTA mulai menangis terisak-isak. Apa kesalahanku, mengapa semua orang melupakan aku.

Saat itu lewatlah KESEDIHAN. Lalu CINTA memelas, "Oh, KESEDIHAN, bawalah aku bersamamu", kata CINTA. Lalu apa kata KESEDIHAN, "Maaf, CINTA. Aku sedang sedih dan aku ingin sendirian saja... ", kata KESEDIHAN sambil terus mengayuh perahunya. CINTA putus asa. Ia merasakan air makin naik dan akan menenggelamkannya. CINTA terus berharap kalau dirinya dapat diselamatkan. Lalu ia berdoa kepada Tuhannya, oh tuhan tolonglah aku, apa jadinya dunia tanpa aku, tanpa CINTA?

Pada saat kritis itulah tiba-tiba terdengar suara, "CINTA! Mari cepat naik ke perahuku!" CINTA menoleh ke arah suara itu dan melihat seorang tua reyot berjanggut putih panjang sedang mengayuh perahunya. Lalu Cepat-cepat CINTA naik ke perahu itu, tepat sebelum air menenggelamkannya. Kemudian di pulau terdekat, orang tua itu menurunkan CINTA dan segera pergi lagi. Pada saat itu barulah CINTA sedar, bahwa ia sama sekali tidak mengetahui siapa orang tua yang baik hati menyelamatkannya itu. CINTA segera menanyakannya kepada seorang penduduk tua di pulau itu, siapa sebenarnya orang tua itu."Oh, orang tua tadi? Dia adalah "WAKTU", kata orang itu. Lalu CINTA bertanya "Tapi, mengapa ia menyelamatkanku? Aku tak mengenalnya. Bahkan teman-teman yang mengenalku pun enggan menolongku", tanya CINTA heran. "Sebab", kata orang itu, "hanya WAKTU lah yang tahu berapa nilainya harga sebuah CINTA itu... ... "