Sharing something I learned from my dad.

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Okay, so I went for an open house last few days and there was this lady in front of me who was complaining the fact that no one had offered her "ikan kering". We were sat at the main table and apparently everyone there got the ikan kering except for her. And she was making such a big fuss over it till the host; who was sitting next to her went to go and ask for it from the waiter.

A few minutes later, the waiter came with a small plate full of ikan kering. And she was happy. I can say that she was (happy) because when the plate arrived on the table, she smiled with her teeth showing and said "at last, the ikan kering is finally here!". So she must be happy. And yes she was...until she started eating it.

The first thing that came out from her mouth was her set of false teeth falling out to the plate...


Just kidding (but I really wished that had happened..  )


" Unnh...The fish was fried till its as hard as the stone, how do you expect us -she mentioned "US"- to eat it??" - and that was the first thing she said.


Maybe she's being frank and maybe you guys dont see it as a problem but if I was put to be in her shoes I dont think I'd say something like that.. because I know, if my mom was sitting next to me, I'll suddenly get a surprised-pinch at my thigh.......and  ofcourse, especially because what the lady did (in my opinion) was something very rude.

I mean, how would the host feel? Eventhough its something true, but dont you think its somewhat better for us to just keep it to ourselves? well at least if you still want to be frank, shouldnt we say it in a "not complaining" manner?

I felt bad for the host.... and of course, I wished I wasnt at the table that time.. It was awkward coz the host looked pretty embarrased but mashaAllah she still managed to give the lady a smile and an apology.. How nice.. :_)

Thank you Lord, for all the nagging I received by my parents in order to correct my manners. Although I have a little bit more manners issues to overcome myself, but with everyone's guidance, I hope I - we all would not make the same mistake as the makcik. Its really uncool to hurt people's feelings just because you dont get your own way. Be grateful. 



"MAKE DO!" - thats ALWAYS what my parents say to me whenever I told them I need a new mobile or a new keyboard for myself. Even when they KNOW my keyboard has one key off.. ( the last B flat key- my cat vomited at that spot somewhere around last year). So what I did was I asked a Mr.Miracle to fix it for me. (I call him Mr.Miracle coz he can fix almost all the antiques in my house.). Though it doesnt sound as it should but I just had to MAKE DO with it...


Talking about "make do-s". I remembered my first "make do" from my dad. At that time I was in Year 4 (age 10). My mom had this home decorating book and I saw (in one of the pages) a double decker with a study at the bottom and a bed on top. Now I had a double decker. What I did was, I made a project proposal to my dad to transform my double decker to THE super double decker I saw in the book. I convinced him this and that bla bla i need it to enhance my creativity bla bla.. I even prepared and spread out all the screw drivers I found in the toolbox right in front of him just to show to him that I was serious and so up for it.


Shortly after I explained everything, he asked me to sit next to him on our blue sofa (what ever happened to that chair?) and he then told me a story of himself when he was a child and what Sidi (my granpa) had said to him. The story was something similar to my story but I forgot what it was all about... At that time I was only interested in knowing the end of the story-which I know it'll be a disappointment to my proposal- and it was, but I remembered what Sidu told him. He said "Make do with whatever you have, you are lucky that you even own one of those (I think its a bicycle), some people could only dream to own what you have up til they die".

So the moral of the story is to be grateful and just make do with whatever I have.

And I miss you guys... :)

Actually I have like a thousand of draft posts for this blog but I kept on stopping half way.. sorry.. :)

Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir dan Batin..

I break, I'm hollowed, I'm dead confused...

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*BUMP* "Ooopssie. Sorry!!"

At the cafe just now, I bumped into a girl. My ears were plugged with my earphone and my mind was somewhere else. She, on the other hand, was rushing to take up the food that was being served. So, basically, no one is at fault. Its just an accident.

*BUMP* "Ooopssie. Sorry!!"

Bumping into her was somewhat a blessing in disguise. She had a pleasant scent over her. The smell was so good. It was addictive. Within a fraction of a second, I realized that I recognize that scent. It was so familiar. My mind got me back one of the days when I was still a kid.

Yes, Now I remember.. Its the smell of Sister Beatrice of Saint Theressa's.
Back when I was younger, I'm always the only one who comes late to my kindergarten class. Sis.Beatrice was always there to fetch me at the gate. Its the smell of her.

Every scent has its story. Same goes for songs. Each time I hear a song, it'll remind me of a certain time.

Memories play a very important role in my life. But sometimes, I do wish that I get to screen out certain memories.....

but naah...i take back my words...I'm glad I get to remember all... good or bad... its a part of my life anyway...

Exam's on Wednesday. Wish me Luck!
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Blackforest cakkey!

"Joanna, I love you
You're the one
The one for me

I'm in love and I won't lie
She's my girl and always on my mind
She gives me her love and a feeling that's right
Never lets me down
Especially at night"

LOOOOL!!! I remembered last hearing the song when we had a family karaoke session...... over one and a half decade ago!!! Having to listen to it again after a lo-hooong time really had pleased me..

Memories... is something that I treasure most.

Yesterday, after accompanying my grandmother to the bank, I stopped by at a bakery; Sweden- Jalan Tok Lam. *smile*

I had fond memories growing up there. There-Sweden. My dad's clinic used to be along the same strand as the bakery shop. And when I was younger, my mom used to be my daddy's PA at his work place. Therefore, when they think that we need to be "loved" lol they'll bring us along to the clinic with them. We were naughty lords back when we were kids.. maybe up till now...hmm... So, everytime we went to the clinic, we were told to behave by our mother. And as for being good girls, my mom will give us an amount of money to be spent at Sweden.

So yesterday, a had a blast to the past when I smelt the mini pizza, sweet donuts and sponge cake.

I miss those days...
I so dont wanna grow up too fast ;-(

Someone ...save me... plz...

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Is God picking on me or my life is merely a joke???

Despite yesterday's "event" being ranked the top, of my "Driving School Humiliating Moments"... Today's embarrassing event followed up just well....

Cut the cheese Ameera.. what happened this time??

I assumed, that today.. everything was gonna be perfect...

After yesterday, my confidence level was back on track and I prepared myself early to avoid any mishaps like yesterdays'..

and it did...My day did go perfectly well....

-I drove the Viva like a pro... music on, gear 2,3,4, signalled left right...

-My parking? It was more than excellent... a tutor even asked his student to take note on how I controlled the handling of clutch while i reverse...

-The tyres for the hill test were 100% in the box...

-And all 4 attempts of my 3 junction went smooth, as presumed

a perfect day went perfectly well, just according to plan

.... until.....

until the guy who ruined my confidence; the first time, REappeared...

FLASHBACK!

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It was the morning of November 26th, 2009 .... I remember entering the briefing hall with a feeling of proud and excitement...

My younger sister was sat next to me, she had the mutual feeling I was experiencing... but only a bit more over joyed..*huh...kids...*

Then came a guy...He looked sturdy, fiercer than shasha aka beyonce, and then he made his way to sit on the speaker's chair; up front of the whole audience in the hall...

"oh.. so thats the speaker"

.. yes, he was...

At first, everything was fine.. He delivered his task good enough to make us all understand...

His jokes made us laugh and his questionairres were the important things i needed to jot down.. But there was one question that had changed my LIFE... FOREVER!!!

It was a question that, to me, requires HONESTY!

At one time, when the class was coming to an end, he asked us all...

"Iklah nanye neh.. Awok rese, maha dok bayo nok bowok kete neh? sungguh nanye eh.. Awok?"

*translation: Truthfully, what do you think of the price charged by this institute? Whats your opinion (pointing to me)?

So, being as honest as I always have been, I answered:

YES. (coz RM 1080 is a bit ridiculous! i mean like, my sisters did it for only RM250 just a few years ago..)

and you know what he said after that...?

"Oh... mm... kalu gitu BLAJO DIGHIIII AH!! "

And EVERYONE IN THE HALL LAUGHED LIKE THAT WAS THE MOST HILARIOUS THING THEY'VE EVER HEARD...

oh ya...the *translation: well then, if you think so, then WHY DONT YOU ASK YOUR MOM TO TEACH YOU??!

Venue : Ganda Institute Lecture Hall A, Marang.Terengganu.

Date: 26/11/2009

Time : 11.24 a.m yes, i remembered the time coz while i was faking my laugh, i was also looking down at my handphone... supposedly sms-ing...

Subject : I became the laughing stock of some Terengganu idiots...

fish!

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End of flashback... Back to the present world...

While i stopped at the T junction, waiting for some other vehicles to pass by, he walked past my car and said:

"Commey eh... Dok penoh gi napok muke commey gini..."

*translation : youre the most gorgeous creation i've ever seen!! All hail to the Goddess of Beauty!!!!

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What made you think that I WONT get flattered after hearing that???

So I was like smiling and... "hmmmm..." =)

And right after that...

"Brrrrbrbrbr....."

The engine stopped....

T_____T

I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!!!!

Though I didnt see but i swear I heard him snickered....

arrrrgggghhh!!!!!! WHY IS MY LIFE ALWAYS AGAINST ME!!!

huuuuuuuuuuuu..........

Anywho,, this would be the list of my humiliated moments i had there :

Moment # 1 : mentioned in flashback

Moment # 2 : yesterday - had tummy ache.. stop by at the petrol station for the toilet.. had my tutor waiting for more than 10 minutes in the car..

Moment # 3 : yesterday - Waved my tutor goodbye... Only to realize that both sides of my armpit were DRENCHED ...

Moment # 4 : Just now...

haaaiiiiiiihhhhh................

tired...... wanna sleep for a while....
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just delete this from my lifeblog!

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Have you ever felt so embarrassed till your face is fully numbed; leaving you to think that you’ve gotten 10x chubbier? Your cheeks suddenly so red and warm as though you just got sun burnt? Your lips so swollen like it just got stung by a bee? And for the first time ever, you actually realize that you HAVE eyebrows, but are somehow annoyingly… sharp?

Guess it’s a no surprise to all… But I have… A couple of times… most of the few times… Oh God… more than a thousand times!!! =”<

Sometimes, it happened at the time of the embarrassment itself, other times are a short while afterwards, and often times happen a long time after the occurring situation. Although the period of time varies but the feeling is however, still, mutual. And the worse thing is, you cant even erase those memories because they kept on coming back. The more you try to get away from it, the more you’ll think of it thus the harder it gets to forget about it. So the only solution left is to just let it be…

*background sound : let it be by the beatles*

I remember back when I was in primary school, Standard One to be more precise, there were these bunch of boys sitting at the back of the class and among them all, there was this one boy, his name was Azwan, if I’m not mistaken—came up with that name coz I do remember his nick which was AWAN. He was fair, quite cute if compared with the other kids.

So, obviously, I had a mission of impressing him so that he’d notice me and we’d become friends after that. But there were obstacles…

First :I was sitting at the most front of the class My mom sat me there on my first day of school…plus because I am, since young, --vertically challenged… I don’t have a reason to go at the back.

Second :I had no plans at all on what to do. But I do know that I have to do something that would make him notice that I’m referring my acts on him alone but I know that I shouldnt make it obvious to avoid future teases from fellow classmates.

Thirdly :I am kind of scared if my teacher noticed it and would report to my mom.

Therefore, determined to fulfill the mission mine, and not get caught at the same time, I’d wait till the Bahasa Melayu teacher’s session ends.

“SEMUA BANGUN! TERIMA KASIH CIKGU!” (All rise, thank you teacher)

That was my queue!!

Without further ado, yes, I didn’t sit back on my chair, I tighten up my half ponytail, grabbed my 2B pencil and sharpener, flared my mini skirt, walked towards the noisy boys -and a prince-, and -with a loud enough( for them to hear) voice- said :

*ehem* EXCUSE ME BOYSS~ walked past them with at a pace of one step per second with my hips going EXTENSIVELY to the left and right, left hand on the hips while the other held the stationeries, eyes on the prince, flirted with a smile and a wink, and headed my way to the rubbish bin to “sharp my pencil”..

What the fudge……

What the hell was I thinking?

Now that I think of it, it was such a stupid act! No wonder he moved to Kuala Lumpur the next week! I always feel like pulling each grass from the ground every time I remember this part of my life…

ARRRGGHH!!!

Heehee…..

Well, am off to Kuala Lumpur in an hours’ time…Sending daddy off to Surabaya. Who knows, I might bumped into Awan. Hopefully I don’t make a fool out of myself again this time. LOL.

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