Tired...of cooking.

Bismillah.

God...I want a break.

From life.

This recent Raya season was sooo hectic.

At least for me.

I guess because I was feeling responsible.

Like a mother feeling responsible for all the celebration going on in the house.

Well, not all.

Because my mother is already old, and not that well, so I feel like I have to rile up my siblings to help out with house chores.

And all the cooking...phew 😮‍💨

5th of April I was working, and they all went for iftar at the masjid so I didn't cook and ate whatever they brought back from there.

But 6th Apr the sahur morning, I woke up to cook sup sawi even though I was not fasting.

Then 6th April iftar, I cooked sup Thai and my sister cooked tempe goreng with sambal penyet.

That nigh we went around bazar, shopped for some fireworks and my brother's raya clothes.

7th April sahur, apparently they didn't have enough leftover rice to eat because my youngest brother ate them during midnight 😑

Went to Sunday morning market with mom.

7th April iftar, my mom cooked kengsom. My brother complained about eating weird menus 😑 Also, I cleaned the paru my mom bought at pasar pagi, cut my finger with the butcher knife 😖 damn hurt I didn't dare to open the bandage for 2 whole days!

8th April iftar, my mom cooked paru and requested me to cook kabsah rice, since she had the kabsah spice mix she bought from a while ago. At the same time, masjid was inviting people to come iftar there, they were having kabsah rice too, sponsored by some restaurant or catering or something. I had to compete apparently 😂 Even though I've never cooked kabsah before, and near iftar time the rice was almost not fully cooked, but at the end, all was well and no complaints 😌... Mom used a roundabout way to compliment me (while at the same time criticizing me, typical), saying why you're good at cooking but lazy to cook back in KL?

And, again, that older brother of mine, always had things to pick on, said he wanted to eat something he's familiar with. Bro just went blind, ignoring all my sweats and tears cooking for hours in the kitchen 🙄

9th April sahur my mom finally made singgang because that brother requested, and I woke up to cook some veggies, then went back to sleep without eating lol

9th April iftar I cooked mee lidi goreng basah, which that brother of mine complained again (!) saying why is it not the dry version. Like bro, cook yourself la! 😡 Also, I stubbed my big toe while cleaning up the house and moving furniture, it hurt like hell and was bleeding, yet no one knows because I DIDN'T TELL!

And people dare complain so much!!! GRRRRR

Then 10th April, 1st day of Raya we cooked nasi lemak, I got the sambal bilis and sambal sotong ready. My sister dared leaving the nasi uncooked and went to the mosque, like, hey! You left your responsibility to us, when we wanted to go to the mosque too!!! GRRRRR 😡

But, my sambal was so good that my brothers' wives loved it.

11th April 2nd day raya, my mom made laksa. I got so tired of cooking by now, I didn't cook anything except helping mom with cutting veggies and boiling eggs. Balik kampung balik hari, then masak nasi a bit when arrived back home, these people tumpang2 my nasi (like they don't know how to cook it on their own 🙄)

12th April 3rd day Raya, we got guests coming, stopping by our house before entering the highway back to KL. Didn't really cooked, just prepared some nasi himpit, kuah kacang, sate, serunding for them to eat.

13th April, another guest from Pekan came, ManDak. I made mee hoon sup.

14th April, another guest from Pekan, Kamil AcuDin. We made mee curry. Well, my mom made the curry, we prepared whatever else needed.

15th April. Woi, harini aku dah balik KL. Penat gila full week asyik masak aje. Naik fedup pun ada. Nasib baik sebelum balik, adik aku buat kerapu sweet sour. Tu pun aku yang goreng dulu kerapu nya.

Haaa

Nasib semua sedap

Banyak resepi refer Che Nom punya Youtube aje.

Thanks Che Nom <3

Passionate about good food

Bismillah.

Have you ever feel so strongly about something?

I guess that's what people call PASSION.

And you know what I feel strongly about? Eating GOOD FOOD.

You know what spurred me to write this post all of a sudden?

Because I was scrolling for some recipes and after a while, I felt like crying because they look sooo good and I wanna taste them all but I couldn't T_T 

That's how sad and frustrated I feel, especially if I've had that good food before. I would be haunted by how good it tasted and how I wanted to eat it more.

You might argue that I could just cook it, but it's different! I feel like whatever I cook would taste as expected. I know what I put in my cooking so I would've expected how it tastes like.

I feel like...this is an unachievable dream T_T

Unless I find a chef as my life partner ;)

Being liked, or hated.

Bismillah.

Currently, I'm sort of thinking if people like me or hate me.

It spurred after reading a Reddit post about some MBTI type (probably INFJ?) bashing his/her ISTP partner for things that they do. They said ISTPs are egocentric, not clear of their own feelings, selfish, arrogant, cold etc. etc...

Well, I am ISTP.

And it hurts reading that.

Sure you may say to just ignore what the internet said, not everything on the internet is correct.

But still, doesn't hurt if I do some self-reflection, right?

Hah, ISTP doing self-reflection. That's a good thing.

So I started thinking. Do people hate me?

I started looking around. Is there anyone around me who hates me?

I don't think so. Annoyed, maybe. Hate? So far none, unless they're being really discreet about it.

People in my office like me. At least that's what I think, so far, after coming to the office every Wednesday and greeting them, chatting with them all around. I even organized an escape room session over a weekend, some of the colleagues I went with greet me with a smile every time they see me in office. Before this, we don't even look at each other.

That's a good thing, right?

Heck, I'm also still good friend with one of my colleagues from old company, also, chatted another one in LinkedIn. So far, all good with them.

Friends from uni time. I am good friend with one. Her birthday coming soon, so gotta go order a gift for her. And also, contacted another one that I haven't been contacting since a few years, asking if free for a chitchat or coffee (unfortunately she's not free). Hmm, don't know if it's because she's uncomfortable with me, but I'm pretty sure it's just her circumstances currently.

I think I was pretty good during my uni years. During foundation years we built a good team with FRC. Then during bachelor degree years, I got pretty good with my course mates, they elected me to be asst. lead for the batch that one time. And some of the lecturers are pretty okay with me too (in particular that one Madam teaching Stats class). Erm I guess except Prof Torla? Haha. (because I didn't like his Peer/Problem-based learning style) and because I think he noticed I was silently rebelling.

Now, in my high school years...huh. I don't know what went wrong there haha.

My lower secondary school, I guess that went fine, it was filled with my efforts trying to fit in because I was in a boarding school. My parents were close i.e. they could come fetch me once in a while since the school was just 2 hours away from home. In the dormitory I know there were some people who might've disliked me because I was a prefect (hah!), but those same people, the ones who I knew talked bad about me behind my back, they were the ones who actually helped me when I had a bad fever (my family didn't even know). Shocking, isn't it? I'm not angry at them anymore. And I hope they're not angry at me too. But other than them, I think my classmates were pretty nice and okay, too.

Now, upper secondary school...I moved to a different school. More elite...I guess? Still boarding school.

And guess what, I think this was the one real time when I felt disliked.

Form4/16y.o., it went by so fast I couldn't remember much about it. What I did remember was my homeroom teacher's disappointed face seeing my AddMaths result (it was a D or something). Well, fair enough, she would be disappointed since I was in the first-rank class, where we were supposed to be geniuses and maintain our good grades.

Come second year, Form5/17y.o., there I was, still in first-rank class (but I probably ranked last in that class haha). During the first AddMaths test to check if we remember last year's topics, guess what I got?

Zero.

Yep, all questions answered wrong. And guess what face did my homeroom teacher make? Haha.

I guess since then she targeted me as a problematic student.

I think she might be an ESTJ/ISTJ/xxTJ combo which was so strict, and expect others to perform up to their standards. One time, she organized some sort of personality quiz based on colors (green, orange, blue, gold? idr), and she was so proud of those who got the same primary color as her, which was Green/Gold, which meant that they are followers of rules, systematic, orderly, intellectual thinkers etc etc. She then mentioned something about those who got Blue, that they needed to watch out or something? like it's a bad thing, because Blue represents those who are more into feelings and emotions. I was scared to admit that I got Blue as my secondary color. Well, my primary color wasn't her favourite either, Orange means I am spontaneous, fun and enjoys adventure.

There was also a time when she invited for a one-on-one session with each of us before the big exam (SPM), each of us needs to go set up appointment and meet her alone in her room. And guess what? I think I'm the only one who didn't bother, or too scared to go meet her. That's how I felt about her, my homeroom & AddMaths teacher.

Meanwhile my classmates...hah, most of them got Green/Gold as primary colors. No wonder I felt ostracized, though they might not mean it. Or did they? I did feel comfortable enough with one girl who got same primary color as me, but the rest of them...hmm. I guess our preference clashed there, rule-follower vs. rule-breaker haha.

They were the studious ones, while I was the wild one.

And I do think that most of the guys in that class might have hated me. One occasion was that we had to act out the drama script in our BM literature class, the teacher told the guys that some of them would need to redo it because their dialogues were too short. Then they protested, mentioning my character and said that I would need to redo it too because my character just kept repeating similar lines.

I guess it's fair that they protested, but to single me out from the other girls...I guess they disliked me that much.

And then the other time where the teacher (yep, same homeroom teacher) was holding a meeting for the class, sort of like to air out our disagreements about the class and stuff. And again....guess what, they singled me out. They said I was loud in class, whenever teacher asked if we understand what was being taught, I would reply yes if I understood. And they hated that. Of course, it's fair, they reasoned that they didn't understand yet, so me, answering yes to what the teacher asked, caused them to miss out on whatever's the teacher was teaching.

I think they could've just asked the teacher if they don't understand, why would they blame me for replying to what the teacher was asking?

Then, would it be better if I kept quiet, and left the teacher unanswered, facing the whole class that was so quiet?

Heck, I did have experience teaching a first-rank class during my teaching practicum, and let me tell you, it's sometimes scary that no one answered me when I asked them if they understood me or not. It made me question if I'm teaching human beings or robots.

To my defense, I don't want to leave the teacher hanging. Me, answering yes to them, at least help encourage them. Heck, that one Stats lecturer madam during my uni time would often search for my face in class, because I always answered her questions with the yesses or with confused looks. Because I think for her, I am an easy feedback. It helps her teaching as well. And the fact that she often looked for me makes me happy, like I'm wanted in the class. And I'd like to believe that she liked me as her student as well.

You know, IIRC I cried during that session, that meeting/disagreement session during high school. Because I was standing alone while everyone else was sitting, and blaming me. There was only this one guy, one guy who dared to disagree with his mates, saying that it was okay for me to keep saying my yesses to teachers, agreeing with my reasoning. But he was the only guy, and I think the other guys were glaring at him when he said that. I had a brief crush on that guy.

See, people remember how you make them feel, not what you said or what you did.

Other than my classmates, I think I fared better in the dorms. Ya know, my dorm girls were so kind and nice they appointed me to be assistant leader again...though I didn't think it carried much weight. It was just a title. Other than that, I do admit I was overall pretty weird, but I was good with them girls, happily going around visiting other rooms, being friendly with them, joining nasyeed and drama competition etc. etc. I was still wild, going alone to the city, waking up late and coming late to the surau and stuff...but I think I was pretty liked.

Though I do admit, I was immature that time,  compared to my other friends. I made a lot of mistakes, I was childish as well. But I enjoyed being childish. Being intentionally childish helped me bond closely with my late father. I don't like to lose my childishness and grow up so fast. My childhood was fun, and being an adult just sucks.

All that said, I think I'm pretty much okay. Not hated. I do hope I don't have horrendous traits that make people stay away from me. So far I'm the one who sort of stay away from people haha. Overall, other than those guys in my classroom, I don't remember times when I was singled out and attacked so brazenly haha. And I hope that time would never come again.

I guess, being smart but placed in the wrong place is worse than being average but placed with people who accept who you are. I guess, better to be the top student a low-ranked class than being the last student in top-rank class. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

New project, and food.

Bismillah.

I got a scratch, see. It's a result of playing with 2mm-steel wire. Not recommended for crafting projects that require cutting, twisting and turning it a lot. Too thick. 1.6mm might be better, softer but sturdy enough.

Was trying to spiral bind a DIY book made from boxes and brown wrapping papers, got them from my office. We ordered a 6-months supply of coffee, so we got a few boxes and wrappers to throw away. Their conditions were still good so I chose to take them home.

Heh, I can be a hoarder sometimes.

Now I'm deliberating whether to actually use this handmade book or not. Spent my precious time and effort into making it, I don't want to sully it with my meaningless writings ><

That, and also, I used those steel wires I bought to sort of make a makeshift steam rack to be used with my 16-in metal pot. We don't have a steaming pot here in our rented house, so, gotta figure out how to actually have one. Why do I need it? Well, I've been thinking of making these cuties:

Those are the dumplings that I managed to make with the makeshift steam rack I told you about. I'm satisfied, really. I even got the awesome scar on my hand that I can use to show off.

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I told you I'm on a 2-months extended leave from work, right? I took it because my boss told me to. Why? Because I said to him that I wanted to quit, so he wanted me to take some time off.

Heh. After reading all those nasty blog posts I wrote, complaining about work, you'd think it's about time I quit, right?

...I don't know.

I mean, I know my past self(s) has been complaining and suffering because of work, but now that I'm on an awesome long leave, it doesn't feel that way anymore. Heh, I'm pretty sure that's just because it's not in front of me anymore. I mean, we tend to forget things that are already in the past, right?

Huh. I know. 'Si' (introverted sensing), dwelling in the past is not my strength. I'm so much more on the 'Se' (extroverted sensing), meaning I live in the present. But that doesn't mean the past didn't happen, right? It did, it's just that it's harder for me to actually learn from them and not to repeat them again.

*sigh* Problems always come from our own selves. 

Dude, when am I going to accept the fact that I'm IMPERFECT?

***

So with this long holiday, you've witnessed what I did with my free time. 

Some new recipes once in a while, new projects, even watching TV. Something that I don't usually do.

Oh, and I also went to places, and took selfies! ...Another thing that I don't usually do too.

Dude...so gedik. The pose was suggested by my housemates. My usual, normal, real self selfies would be full of funny expressions, photo bombs and me sticking my tongue out. Nice, polite smiles aren't something I'm comfortable with, I can try if you ask me to pose that way, but it would be a big fake picture for me. 

That picture was taken when I went to North Malaysia during the weekend, followed my housemate back to her hometown. Even went to Malaysia-Thailand borders. Had fun eating and snapping photos. Well, that's what girls like to do...right? Housemates. Called me to take photos with them, but then they complained about my pose or my expressions. Lol. I know. Girls like to look pretty, but I'd rather look fun and interesting.

Needless to say, that whole trip took about RM200+ if I remembered correctly. Transportation being the biggest culprit. Heh. Here I am, spending money that I don't really have. Well, not really, but when you're no longer working, there's no money coming in, right? So I'm just spending out of my savings basically.

But that doesn't stop me from spending it anyway. Especially on FOOD.

Dude...you can't live without food. No, seriously. Although I do worry about having to spend money (that I don't have), sometimes I really need to just eat out. Taste something new. Eating the same thing everyday can really mess up your taste buds. Lol don't believe everything I say. 

At some points during my 2-months break I just want to rebel and find something new. Be it the best nasik lemak in town, in which I haven't managed to find one, to finding some warm, homey noodle soup, or even just nasik campur with quality lauks. Or sometimes, I'm just finding excuses to get out of the house and go somewhere, ya know? Being unemployed (oops, not yet) can be quite lonely since you're not going out and meet people much. That photo above costed me RM21 at NY Steak Shack. Cool stuff, I like it once in a while.

***

Anyways, wanna know why I wanted to quit? I'll tell ya.

In the mood to cook

Bismillah.

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Menu for today is:

○Nasi putih

●(White rice)

○Patin masak tempoyak

●(Silver shark catfish/iridescent shark (scientific name: pangasius hypophthalmus) stew with fermented durian)

Lol payah nor bahasa omputih nye ^_^"

○Ayam, ikan goreng

●(Fried chicken, fish)

○Ulam (ulam raja, timun, lobak, tomato)

●(Salad: cosmos caudatus, cucumber, carrot, tomato)

○Cip kentang + ikan bilis

●(Potato chips + anchovies)

○Keropok ikan tamban

●(Fish crackers)

○Tembikai

●(Watermelon)

○Puding roti gula hangus

●(Caramel bread pudding)

○●Cappuccino ice blended

*********

God...so appetizing. Especially the patin masak tempoyak, made by yours truly ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

Ignoring makanan yang tak sedap

Bismillah.

Nabi, time makan bila dihidangkan sesuatu yang dia suka, dia makan. But bila dihidangkan sesuatu yang dia tak suka, dia senyap je.

Kita pulak, sedap makanannya kita komen, kalau tak sedap lagi lah banyak kita komen.

Nyum nyum sedapnya kek coklat

Haih, macam mana nak jadi macam Nabi ni.

So, bila makan tak yah cakap apa-apa pasal makanan tu. Dah kenyang, cakap Alhamdulillah.

Makanan tu kan nikmat dari Allah?

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Aku memang pandai. Bila ada je kengkawan aku cakap sesuatu yang aku tak suka, aku buat-buat tak dengar.

Dah tu nak suruh aku buat apa? Makin aku marah, makin diusiknya. Aku jugak yang sakit hati nanti.

Prinsip aku: Kalau bukan kita nak jaga hati sendiri dari disakiti, siapa lagi?

Blablabla. Mengomplen pandai.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

***

Hujan~

Hmm, hujan lagi.

Ahahaha. Dengar suara Suha panggil Timah cakap “Hujan!”. Timah jemur baju la tu agaknya.

Ah, aku pun jemur baju gak.

Oh, no worries. Aku jemur bawah atap.

Hmm. Banyak jugak aku basuh. Ups, bukan aku, mesin.

11 haribulan ni, exam EDF. Historical and Philosophical Foundations of Education.

Hmm. Aku tak boleh kata aku suka amek Minor in Education.

I think I’m going to freak out bila berdepan dengan students nanti. Well, dengan adik-adik aku, I got no problem la. Dengan anak orang?

Huh. Malaslah nak pikir. Ni topik tak abes baca lagi.

Hurm. *baca baca*

Eh, korang. Kalau nak buat slide untuk presentation, kalau boleh jangan buat penuh gila dengan ayat ye. Huhu.

Penat saya nak baca. Tapi tak paham-paham jugak. Sakit hati pun ada.

Oh well. Tapi saya tak paksa. Korang nak buat jugak macamtu, buatlah.

Panjang-panjang pun, nak exam nanti kena baca jugak.

Huh.

Tapi tak paham-paham jugak.

***

Ke bab philosophy ni memang ayatnya panjang-panjang?

Argh tensionnye bila baca tapi cakap tak straight to the point pun. Balik-balik pusing ayat yang sama jugak.

“Apa yang ko cuba nak sampaikan kat sini??!” aku berkata sambil membaca nota Philosophy.

See.

Kenapa tiba-tiba aku rasa macam nak buat Math pulak? Huhu.

***

Makan Megi lah. Kari Letup, tapi tak pedas pun.

Ah, makanan, rezeki ko petang ni. Makan je la.

“Urm…nak makan apa ek petang ni?” <—soalan yang biasa ditanya pada diri sendiri setiap hari. (alah korang pun sama)

Well, what can you do if the choices are limited? Pilih je la apa yang ada kan.

Ha’ah. Harini makan tomyam, esok makan nasik goreng cina, pastu nasik goreng kampung, pastu kuey teow goreng, pastu kuey teow tomyam, pastu…

Repeat.

Aku boleh tahan pedas,but I refrain myself from doing so. Sebab aku taknak kena gastrik. Plus, I would like to avoid makan makanan yang banyak bijik lada because buat penat aku je asingkan setiap satu yang ada dalam nasik @ kuah tu.

Hey, makan banyak sangat bijik lada boleh menyebabkan appendix tau.

And also, argh boleh tak kalau tomyam tu kurangkan minyak? Argh serius aku terpaksa refrain myself from buying tomyam jugaklah ni nampak gayanya.

Da da da da da da da da da da…….

Okeh. Patutla kat sekolah dulu aku tembam, kat sini kurus balik.

Meh. I’m sad. =_=’

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

Well, dah lepas 15 Ramadhan dah pun kite ek.

Jujur aku katakan, this Ramadhan is not the best Ramadhan I’ve had so far. Well, tak tau la kan, ni baru habis separuh. Lagi separuh tak sure lagi macam mana.

Bayangkan lah, baru je masuk Ramadhan dalam 2-3 hari, bantal aku dah basah dengan air mata.

Haha. Aku pun tak tau lah.

Aku ingat, dah lepas nangis 2-3 malam, lega lah sikit. Aku ingat hormone imbalance je ke ape. Tapi tak. Berlanjut lagi beberapa hari kemudian. Dalam 15 hari Ramadhan, hanya beberapa hari je yang aku tak nangis.

Haha memang aku rasa Ramadhan kali ni bagi aku ialah bulan kesabaran.

Ntah ape yang sedih sangat la. Well, maybe sebab aku lapar kot. Aku kalau lapar, memang aku akan badmood. Huwaa Tapi hey Effe ni kan Ramadhan bulan puase, tahan la lapar kau tu sikit~

Hmm. Maybe jugak sebab ni Ramadhan pertama tanpa bapak aku. Yeah, aku terasa kehilangan dia. Tapi apa aku boleh buat? I have to adapt to this new situation.

Mak aku pulak selalu sebut-sebut, dia teringat kat bapak aku. Bila aku dengar mak aku cakap macam tu, aku lagilah.

Yes, I am sad. Mak, kitorang kan ada. Mak janganla cakap macam tu. Rasa macam kitorang tak diperlukan pulak. Huhu. Yelah tapi kan aku paham la mak aku pun rindu bapak aku gak.

Oh well. Yang aku paling tak boleh tahan, kalau aku pergi solat tarawikh kat masjid je, mesti aku teringat-ringat kat member-member aku semua. Ha’ah, kat korang lah tu. Sama ada yang kat Muadzam, atau kat Klang, atau kat PJ, mahupun di Kuantan. Argh, aku dok menjerit-jerit dalam hati, aku nak solat tarawikh ngan KORANG! Argh.

Dok kat umah lama-lama, aku jadi lonely lah pulak. Hey, kengkawan aku. Mana korang semua pergi hah?

Kitorang ada je kat sini…

“Eh, sape jawab tu?” Aku menoleh kiri kanan sambil perhatikan, tak de orang pun. Huhu, seram.

Haha relax ar aku memain je. Hmm. Nanti aku balik UIA elok la ni. Argh cepat la balik UIA. CEPATLAH! Haha.

Adoi. Cepatlah.

And so this Ramadhan I filled my time by doing some house cleaning, and also trying some new recipes.

Yeah, I know. My Ramadhan is pretty boring, right? I bet korang punya Ramadhan mesti lagi best. Yeah.

Oh well. Raya? Tak. Aku tak rasa raya tahun ni best. Ah tak kesah la. Ape-ape je lah kan.

Argh sedap nye kalau dapat makan puding roti kukus ni.

OK, enough about that. Aku nak pergi masak plak ni.

Masak puding roti kukus. Nyum nyum.

BTW, ni gambar aku buat kerepek bawang haritu, sebelum dan selepas. Sedap la pulak bila dok ratah lama-lama. Nanti nak try buat lagi lah. Haha.

Bye. May you get what you hope for this Ramadhan.

Be proud, try it.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

Cuti. Jarang online lah maknanya.

Baru 2 minggu cuti. Dah terasa lama. Kenapa ya?

Ahha. Yang penting bukan sebab bosan, ye. Setakat ini saya tidak merasa bosan duduk di rumah ye, harap maklom.

Buat apa kat rumah, kerja-kerja biasa saja. Kerja-kerja yang mungkin anda anggap bosan. Atau saya sendiri anggap bosan. Haha. Tetapi saya tidak boleh bosan melakukannya. Kalau tak, mereka nak makan ape tengah hari? Haha.

***
Yup, kecoh pasal Hari Kuning SeMalaysia hari tu. Abang aku semangat sungguh. Aku pun layan je la.

Dia pun kongsi ngan aku video Bersih yang smart gituh. Tema Transformers. Nak tengok, tekan di sini.

Sekadar berkongsi.

***
Adik bongsu aku, Najwan tu, menangis bila rambut dia hampir dibotakkan.

Abang aku bawak dia pergi kedai rambut, abang aku cakap kat barber tu, macam biasa, no. 2.

Sampai je rumah, adik aku melulu masuk dengan air mate nye mengalir tak henti-henti. Terus naik tingkat atas, masuk bilik.

Merajuk. Haha.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Ah, jahat pulak aku gelak rasenye.

Mak aku tanya kat abang aku, kenapa?

Abang aku jawab, entah.

Mak aku gi tanya adik aku tu, katanya taknak rambut botak.

Mak aku pun cam nak sengih pun ada. Amboi, kecik-kecik nak rambut panjang, nak melawa, nak pakai gel rambut segala. Aok tu nak cari awek dah ke? Mak aku cakap dalam nada memujuknye.

Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Ok fine budak kecik.Kalau orang dewasa macam kita ehem ehem buat macam tu, erm, aku rase barber tu kena bagi duit sebagai ganti rugi. Tak pun kena saman beberapa juta. Haha.

Sambil tengok TV, adik aku balut kepala dia dengan kain, taknak tunjuk rambut dia yang hampir botak tu. Alah ade je lagi rambut.

Aku pun menyampuk. Aok patut rasa bangga ngan rambut aok tau tak. Tak kira la macam mana apa ke jenis rambut aok tu. Rambut aok jugak. Abang aku pun sapot point aku tuh.

Wau. Sejak bila aku pandai bagi motibasi kat adik aku ni?

Lepas tu ok dah adik aku. Takde nak main hide and seek ngan rambut dia dah. Ceh.

Aok = Awak

***

Yup, bagi aku macam tu. Tak kira lah what you have, or what happen to anything yours, you gotta be proud of it. Tapi tak termasuklah perkara-perkara kejahatan dan yang sekutu dengannya.

I mean, if you have such a quiet and timid personality for example, and you have reason to stay that way, so be it. Be proud of it, hold on to it. Because you have reasons to do so.

Be proud of yourselves, whosoever you are. Because that is what makes you different from others. And the differences we possess as human beings, are needed for us to complete each other as a community.

Alah, rambut je kot. Bukan effect cara hidup pun. Asalkan ko masih boleh teruskan hidup. Rambut botak pun takpe. Haha.

***

Oh taking risk. Nak mencuba, sentiasa ada risk. Tak kira how high your optimism is. Tak kira lah how much you say, I can do this, I can do this.

Well. everything is up to our God to determine, right? Apa yang dijanjikannya,siapa yang rajin usaha, pasti berjaya.

Cuba resepi baru, sentiasa ada risk membazir. But which one should I choose, to try and risk wasting, or not to try at all?

Ah, aku. Mesti aku pilih untuk cuba. Haha. Pengalaman, sentiasa lebih berharga daripada tahsiniyyat. Takpelah, kita dah cuba. Kita dah usaha. Apa-apa pun, hasilnya biar Allah tentukan.

Oh well. So that happened. Takde lah sedap sangat kerepek bawang yang aku buat. Tak menjadi pun rupa nya. Rasa pun tawar-tawar. Tapi alhamdulillah, ia masih boleh dipanggil kerepek. ...or keropok. Whatever.

Satu gulung dah habis digoreng. Dah habis diratah oleh adik beradik aku. Alah, tak siap goreng lagi ada dah tangan yang ambik. Sekejap yang tu masuk dapur ambik sekeping dua keping, sekejap lagi yang tu pulak. Yang tukang goreng ni pun, satu untuk kuali, satu untuk saya. Satu untuk kuali, dua untuk saya. Satu untuk kuali...haha.

4 gulung lagi dalam peti. Hmm. Banyak tuh.

Sakit kaki, perut, and those nights.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

***

Argh, kaki aku sakit pakai kasut tinggi. Well, dah beli, kenalah pakai. Kalau tak, itulah namanya membazir, ye anak-anak.

***

Harini sakit perut. Wow. Tiba-tiba aku rasa macam dah lama Encik Sakit Perut tak datang mejenguk aku. Harini baru aku telah diingatkan kembali bagaimana rasanya intestine tu memulas-mulas dalam toilet.

Haha. Ianya mengingatkan aku pada hari aku makan sayur yang hampir basi itu. Kenapa ya, walaupun tau bahawa ia akan menyebabkan kita sakit perut pada keesokan hari, tapi kenapa kita makan jugak?

Yup, sebab tak nak membazir. Hey setan, aku taknak jadi kawan kau lah.

And another reason, sebab sakit perut tu esok, bukan sekarang.

Haha. Kalaulah kita tengah sakit perut, kompem-kompem kita takkan berani-beraninya memakan apa sahaja yang ada di depan mata kita. Entah-entah kita tak lalu makan pun.

Tapi aku tadi selamba je ambik ikan bakar + sambal asam + sambal kicap. Pergh memang macam omputeh cakap, stimulate you taste buds.

***

First night.

Bangun-bangun pagi, tengok-tengok bantal biru aku yang selalunya ada kat bawah kepala aku, kali ini berada di sisi kanan aku.

Ok, aku tak sengaja tak sedar teralih bantal tu kot.

Second night.

I thought I slept quite early that day. Sebab tu tidur aku pun macam senang terjaga. But sedang aku tidur tu, aku dengar bunyi. It was like “Chi…chi…chi…chi…” . Bunyinya constant, monotone, macam mesin. It sounded like it was just beside me, on my back. But I refused to look at it. Instead, I decided to move a little. I moved my body to the right side of the bed, giving some kind of warning to whatever that sounded just now. And then it stopped. And I went back to sleep.

And the dreams…err. Just weird.

And paginya aku bangun, bantal biru aku tu once again teralih ke sisi kanan aku.

Third night.

I was having quite a hard time getting to sleep. Entah apa yang bermain dalam minda aku ni. Being a little bit paranoid, tiba-tiba jadik so sensitive to sounds, hearing this and that, bunyi kipas pun mendebarkan. Was waiting for that “Chi…chi…chi” sound actually. Kali ni kalau bunyi jugak, aku memang akan toleh and find out what is it. Haha. Tidur sorang pulak tu. Rumate takde. Lampu semua tutup. Haish.

Mula-mula ingat nak berangan pasal Lelouch, tiba-tiba pulak termasuk watak anime lain pulak. Rekaan pulak tu, tak wujud di alam nyata. Sekali-sekala tersedar, golek sana golek sini atas katil. Entah pukul berapa baru aku betul-betul nyenyak.

Bangun pagi, kali ni bantal biru aku tu ada dalam pelukan aku.

Hmm. Am I missing something unconsciously?

That “Chi…chi…chi” sound tak ada pun. A little bit frustrated, I might say, for if it really existed, maybe it might make my life a little bit exciting. Hehe. Entah-entah bunyi tu bunyi kipas je.

Tidur tengahari, peluk bantal peluk. Bangun-bangun je daripada nap, sedar-sedar bantal peluk aku dah ada kat atas lantai.

Haish, sejak bila aku tidur ganas ni? Sebelum-sebelum ni tak ada pulak.

Fourth night.

Tak boleh tidur, tapi sikit je la. After a few goleks atas katil, then I dozed off. Tersedar satu dua kali, tapi I went back to sleep. And that bantal biru, stayed on its place underneath my head.

***

Hmm. Those weird nights. I hope they wouldn’t happen again. I do care about my sleep, especially the sleep at night. Because I believe that sleep helps repair the body. And I’m quite thankful that I dream a lot in my sleeps. It somehow makes my life a little bit happier, like watching a free movie inside your head. Besides, sometimes the dreams I dreamt were about my dream. What I always wanted. Once I dreamt I was riding a bicycle from my house to the campus (which somehow made me smile when I woke up from the dream ‘cause I wanted to have a bicycle) and another dream where I was floating in the air. Yup, I’ve always wanted to be able to fly, despite knowing that no one would ever be able to that for the time being. Luckily my dreams at night help me satisfy that desire. Haha.

Ahh…dreaming. Berangan itu best, bak kata hakitanan. Tidur itu pun best jugak. Tapi bila dah dengar “Assolatu khairumminannauum” tu, haa lu pikir la sendiri.

P/S: Dreaming may help alleviate depression.

So what?

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

Hait, hait, wagatteru yo. Tak lama lagi dah nak start short sem. In fact, just a few more days left for me to enjoy the semester break.

Heh. Baru sekarang ke aku nak update blog?

Hnh. Yada, yada. Tak kesah lah.

Yup, aku sakit perut. Lagi.

3 kali. Time cuti plak tu.

Yare, yare. Takde masa lain ke anatano nak pilih untuk sakit perut? Time cuti tu jugak la anata nak menyusahkan diri sendiri ea?

Ceyt.

Wakara nai. Ore wa cuma makan sambal tomato dan sambal kicap je dalam dua hari ni. Takde lah pedas mana. Huhu. Ore wa punya perut kot yang memang tak tahan.

Haritu, sakit perut aidhan. Sebab makan sayur hampir basi. Oh well, tak baik membazir. Ore wa tabetta la itu sayur. Aiseh. Memang sengaja carik pasal.

Yada, yada. Ape-ape je lah. Benda dah jadi. Tak boleh nak buat ape. Haha.

***

Ore wa rasa, result ore wa teruk la.

Ha’ah, petang ni keluar result.

Haha. Wagatteru. Yelah, ore wa yang jawab soalan exam hari tu. Ore wa tahu lah apa hasilnya. You reap what you sow kan?

Ceyt. Salah sendiri. Heh. Yang sakit perut tu pun salah sendiri.

Ore wa ni, memang suka menyusahkan diri sendiri la. ^_^’

***

Then, what to do?

Apa nak buat lepas dapat result teruk?

Hmm. Wakara nai.

Tch.

Mengadap oka-san, kompem oka-san tanya, “Doshte result teruk sangat ni?”

Ehehe.

Apa nak jawab?

Huh. Pernah sekali ore wa borak dengan ore wa punya tomodachi, “Study ni penat la, ne?”

Heh. Sampai terbawak-bawak dalam mimpi. Ore wa bagitau oka-san, ore wa dah tak nak study. Oka-san tanya, taknak study, dah tu nak buat apa?

Selamba je ore wa jawab, kahwin.

Ceyt. Serius ore wa hilang motivation dowh.

Yada-yada. Apa-apa je lah. Malas aku nak peduli.

Dakara doshte?

I don’t care!

(Gomenne. Post kali ni bergenre tidak serius. Jadi, pembaca sila jangan ambil serius ne. Ah, lagi satu. Perkataan-perkataan yang minna wagatte ja nai tu, adalah akibat penulis yang tiba-tiba tersuki pada Jepun and Japanese.)

***

-Update-

Well…at least my heart is satisfied and thankful, coz God really did gave me what I deserve. Alhamdulillah.

Shikashi, ore wa could’ve done better. Heh. Wagatteru yo.

Benda dah jadi. Tak leh nak buat apa. Heh.

Algebra. Well, somehow alhamdulillah, ore wa was quite happy with the result. Demo, ore wa a little bit dah agak the result would turn out that way. Sorewa, not so fascinating. Anyhow, hontoni arigatou untuk ore wa tomodachi yang sedikit sebanyak membantu ore wa untuk subjek ni.

KOS1000. Wow, sugoi! Hontoni, arigato gozaimashta to my Dr. Ibrahim Shogar-senpai. Ko itsu wa hontoni baik hati! Huhu.

Linear Algebra, heh. Ore wa didn’t put so much hope in that. Memandangkan ore wa memang tak put much effort in studying without a lecturer. Shikashi, the result was quite good, I think. Yeah, yeah, wagatteru, I can do better. I am supposed to do better than this.

BM. Now this one…haha. Tak sangka. Well ore wa also didn’t aim high for this one. Anyway thanks to Chow-senpai. Yosh!

Calculus2. Heh. Memang padan dengan ore wa. Memang kena la kat batang hidung ni ha. Ore wa tak jawab 4 soalan subtitution u ngan v dalam integration. Serious, hontoni, zettaini wakara nai! Ceyt. Pastu nak suruh ore wa jawab soalan pasal Fourier Series tu. Hah takde dalam course outline, jangan harap ore wa nak jawab. Ceyt. Ore wa serius, hontoni omou shiroi, sugoi la orang yang berjaya jawab 4 soalan substitution tu, walaupun sikit. And sama la ngan orang yang jawab Fourier Series tu. Falaha kata dia baca sikit-sikit tajuk tu, so dia boleh la jawab sikit-sikit. Wow. Sugoi!

UNGS2040K. Ceyt. Result ore wa tak berubah dari UNGS2030K. Heh. Dakara, ore wa tak put high hope sangat. Cukup-cukup sudah. Tapi alhamdulillah la tu. Kira ok.

Yang ore wa tak berapa pueh ati dengan result ore wa, ore wa tak dapat Dean’s List! Ceyt. Nak dapat Dean’s List, kena above 3.5. 3.5 above ye, bukan 3.5 and above. Ceyt, patutla ore wa tak dapat. Dah calar rekod ore wa. Heh.

Apa-apa pun, walaupu ore wa tak berapa nak hontoni seronok dengan result ore wa, ore wa tetap kena bersyukur kan. Hontoni arigatou gozaimasu God! Yosh!

Orang penting, tetamu, MLM dan makanan

 Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

“Hmmm...” aku mengeluh seorang. Handset abang aku berbunyi lagi, menandakan ada mesej masuk. Busy sungguh abang aku. Orang penting tu. Famous.

Huh. Handset aku senyap macam kubur. Tak ada sapa-sapa nak kontek. Aku mula berfikir pessimis.

Aku bukan orang penting bagi siapa-siapa. Aku ni entah siapa-siapa. Tiada siapa perlukan aku.

“Heh. Kau ni buat lawak ke apa? Dulu masa kau busy, punyalah merungut kata tak cukup masa, perlukan privacy, siap main sembunyi-sembunyi lagi.”

Hahaha. Aku tersengih seorang mendengar sindiran kepada diri sendiri. Ya, memang betul pun. Dulu masa sibuk berpersatuan, tekanan yang dirasa macam aku tidak mempunyai hidup sendiri. Sentiasa ada kerja dan tanggungjawab yang perlu dilakukan. Yup, inilah yang dikatakan, tak reti bersyukur dengan apa yang ada. Dah busy, mintak supaya diberikan masa lapang. Dah ada masa privacy, mengeluh pula terasa diri tak diperlukan. Astaghfirullah. Nasib baik Tuhan cepat-cepat menyedarkan aku. Heish, bersyukurlah dengan apa yang telah diberikan. InsyaAllah, akan ku gunakan masa lapang ini. Banyak je ‘projek’ yang ada dalam kepala. Hehe.

***

Aku tak selesa sungguh bila tiba-tiba ada tetamu datang, tapi tidak memberitahu terlebih dahulu. Lebih-lebih lagi tetamu yang aku tidak kenali. Lagilah kekok aku mahu melayannya, biarpun dia seorang perempuan. Jikalau lelaki, dengan senang hati aku menyerahkan tugas melayan tetamu itu kepada adik lelaki atau abang aku. Aku hanya perlu duduk di dapur mengacau air dan menyediakan sedikit makanan. Sudah siap, segera akan ku lari naik ke atas masuk ke bilik menyembunyikan diri. Haha. Introvert sungguh. Tetapi, jika tetamu perempuan yang datang...

Tadi, ada seorang kenalan ibuku datang mahu berurusan dengan ibu. Aku dan adikku sedang bersenang-senang di ruang tamu mengadap laptop kesayangan. Terdengar bunyi salam diberikan dari luar, adik perempuanku bergegas membuka pintu, mengesahkan bahawa ada tetamu datang. Aku bergegas shut down laptop, mengemas keadaan sekeliling. Adik lelakiku masih lepak-lepak bermain game Plants vs. Zombies. 

Lalu tetamu itu masuk, aku mula tak senang duduk. Bangun berdiri, senyum padanya, lalu naik ke tingkat atas meletak laptop di dalam bilik. Adik beradik ku yang lain juga turut tidak senang duduk. Mereka berkeliaran di luar pintu bilik ibuku, menunggu ibuku siap solat. Aku turun ke bawah semula, melihat adik lelakiku sudah shut down laptopnya, lalu turut berkeliaran, sekejap naik ke atas, sekejap ke dapur. Aku mengemas-ngemas ruang tamu, sementara hatiku gelisah menunggu ibuku siap.

Aku memandang ke arahnya, senyum sopan. Muda juga kawan ibuku ini. Betul ke kawan ibu? Lalu aku cuba mengurangkan gelisah. Secara spontan aku melangkah ke arahnya, lalu menghulurkan tangan bersalam dengannya. Dia membalas senyuman, lalu memulakan bicara. “Kakak kan?” Aku musykil. “Eh ye ke?” “Iyelah rasanya. Saya lagi muda.” Aku tersenyum, tapi masih dengan tanda tanya. “21. Umur berapa?” “Saya 17.” “Oh.” Aku mengangguk. Berundur ke belakang sedikit, mahu mengemas sofa yang di sana. “Yang ni yang belajar kat UIA sini kan?” Aku menoleh. “Ha’ah.” “Medic ea?” “Eh tak lah. Mathematics.” Huh. Satu stereotype orang awam terhadap UIA Kuantan.

Setelah habis bicaranya, aku ke dapur, hajat mahu membuat air untuk dihidangkan. Sengaja aku melambat-lambatkan perbuatan, kerana aku teragak-agak, dia datang hanya seorang, dan aku juga sedang menunggu ibuku turun ke ruang tamu sebelum aku menghidangkan air kepadanya. Sedang aku mengacau-ngacau air di dalam jug kecil, otakku berfikir, dari mana dia kenal aku? Umurnya baru 17, sudah petah berbicara dengan orang yang tak dikenali. Jauh sekali bezanya dengan aku. Aku jarang-jarang memulakan perbualan dengan tetamu. Kerana jika aku yang mulakan dahulu, pasti aku akan memalukan diri sendiri kemudian. Jadi aku lebih senang menjawab persoalan yang ditanyakan orang sahaja.

Ibuku akhirnya turun bertemu rakannya. Adik-adikku yang tadi berkeliaran di tingkat atas, turun beramai-ramai mengekori ibuku. Rupa-rupanya itu rakan MLM Score-A yang ibu aku sertai baru-baru ini. Aku masih di dapur mengacau-ngacau air, masih teragak-agak mahu menghidang atau tidak. Tiba adik perempuan ku datang ke dapur melihat aku membuat air. Aku menoleh. “Sekejap je.” Adikku berkata. Faham. “Kalau macam tu aok la yang minum air ni.” Adik aku tersengih, lalu pergi semula ke ruang tamu. Aku di dapur masih mengacau air, merasa-rasa takut terlebih manis. Kemudian adikku datang sekali lagi ke dapur. “Dah balik belum?” Aku bertanya. “Dah nak balik dah.” “Okeh, aok minum air ni tau.” Terus aku letakkan air itu di atas meja makan. Tak jadi aku mahu menghidangkannya.

Lalu aku ke ruang tamu, aku ingatkan dia sudah pulang. Tengok-tengok dia masuk semula ke rumah, menyerahkan wang kepada ibuku. Kemudian dengan sopan dia menyalami ibuku. “Esok makcik datang la bawak kakak ni ha, abang tadi, eh.” “Diorang ni pun ada exam, mengganggu pula rasanya.” Ada program agaknya esok. Nasib baik ibuku sempat memberi alasan. Kemudian dia pulang, meninggalkan kertas-kertas risalah dan kad nama di atas meja. Ibuku duduk lalu membelek-belek pemberian itu. Aku ke dapur, sekali lagi.

“Umur 17 dah sertai MLM Score A? Apa kejadahnya?” Aku merungut sendirian. “Dah tu, cuba beritahu cara lain untuk dapatkan duit.” Adik lelaki aku disebelah menyampuk. Aku terdiam. Manusia, kalau mahu mendapatkan wang, macam-macam cara boleh difikirkan. MLM, MLM. Tapi budak tu, memang mempunyai skill komunikasi yang baik.

***

Bercakap mengenai MLM, aku agak memandang serong dengan cara pemasaran ini. Entah kenapa, mungkin kerana kurangnya pengetahuan aku tentangnya. Aku bayangkan, MLM ini seperti piramid. Ada ketua diatas, kemudian produk-produknya diagih-agihkan pada pemborong dan pembekal. Di bawah seorang agen itu ada lagi beberapa agen. Dan di bawah setiap agen itu ada lagi agen-agen yang diambil. Macam dahan pokok yang bercabang-cabang tiada henti. Akhirnya agen sahaja yang ramai, produknya tidak terjual juga.

Ya, mungkin sahaja aku silap, patutnya aku siasat dahulu apa makna MLM sebelum aku menulis semua ini. Tetapi entah, bab-bab perniagaan atau busines, memang aku tidak tertarik untuk ambil tahu. Dan mungkin juga, aku amat susah untuk percaya pada mereka-mereka yang terlibat dalam bidang-bidang menjual ini. Amat senang bagi mereka untuk menipu pelanggan. Contohnya, masih ingat kisah 3 agen kad kredit yang mengejar ibuku itu? Mulut manis, bertujuan hanya untuk menjual produk mereka. Risiko-risiko yang bakal dihadapi pelanggan, langsung tidak mereka ceritakan.

Syarikat-syarikat yang mungkin mendapat kepercayaanku, adalah syarikat-syarikat yang sudah mempunyai nama besar dan bertapak kukuh dalam industri ini. Biasanya syarikat-syarikat besar ini sistem mereka lebih teratur, kualiti produk juga lebih terjaga. Mereka juga mengambil kisah aduan dan feedback dari pelanggan. Sudah semestinya, mereka berjaya membesar dalam industri ini kerana mendapat pelanggan yang ramai, secara tidak langsung menunjukkan bahawa ramai pelanggan yang meletakkan kepercayaan kepada mereka.

Lagi satu. Aku, bab-bab menjual rumah ke rumah, mahupun bilik ke bilik mahupun manusia ke manusia, memang aku tak selesa. Aku kalau nak menjual, aku lebih selesa di gerai. Kerana manusia, jika dia mahukan sesuatu benda, dia akan pergi mencarinya. Bukan barang itu yang pergi mencarinya. Aku juga lebih selesa ‘mempelawa’ pelanggan datang ke gerai membeli barang yang aku jual, menguruskan jual beli dengan senyuman, kemudian mengucapkan terima kasih setelah barang itu dibeli. Berbanding pergi rumah ke rumah mahupun bilik ke bilik. Nampak sedikit ‘terdesak’.

Lagipun, yang menjual rumah ke rumah inilah yang biasanya akan menggunakan mulut manis mereka untuk menjual barang mereka. Dan pembeli akan tertipu. Biarpun mereka tidak perlukan pun barang yang dijual itu, namun mereka terpaksa membelinya kerana terperdaya dengan mulut manis penjual yang berkata, “Anda pasti akan perlukannya suatu hari nanti, jadi sediakanlah payung sebelum hujan.”. Ataupun mereka terpaksa membeli barang itu, kerana sudah tidak tahan melayan pujuk rayu penjual, supaya penjual itu cepat-cepat menutup mulutnya dan keluar dari rumah mereka. Huh. Golongan-golongan baik hati seperti aku ini memang tidak sampai hati untuk berkata tidak sekaligus bertindak meng’hantar’ salesman keluar dari rumah.

Tapi jualan makanan mendapat pengecualian dalam senarai aku. Aku menyokong mereka-mereka yang menjual kerepek dari rumah ke rumah, kerana aku suka membelinya. Aku juga tidak terganggu dengan jualan nasi lemak dari bilik ke bilik, kerana itu sebenarnya menyenangkan penghuni bilik itu sendiri. Jika mereka terlalu sibuk banyak assignment, atau studi untuk exam, atau pun sengaja malas mahu turun ke cafeteria yang bertangga-tangga jauhnya, jualan makanan dari bilik ke bilik menjadi penyelamat kepada perut-perut mereka yang lapar. Daripada mereka makan megi, lebih baik mereka membeli nasi lemak mahupun nasi goreng yang sudah tersedia, tidak perlu masak air panas atau tunggu 2-3 minit, cuma buka pembungkus lalu makan. Senang bukan? Aku sendiri juga lebih suka menjual makanan. Kerana makanan itu keperluan manusia. Tiada siapa yang tidak mahu membelinya. Makanan sudah pasti laku. Terutamanya makanan berat seperti breakfast atau lunch. Lagipun, mengenyangkan orang itu menyeronokkan hati sendiri.

Makanan. Memang aku tak lekang dengan makanan. Pergi mana-mana pun, mesti bawak snek atau air masak. Pergi kelas, pergi dengar ceramah, pergi shopping, naik bas perjalanan jauh. Kecuali pergi toiletlah.

Chocolate

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

Alhamdulillah. Sedap dapat makan coklat
Cadbury Black Forest RM2.40.
Rasa mcm dah lama giler tak makan coklat
And that craving is starting
I even miss Chipsmore so much....

I enjoy every finger-licking chocolate. Nyum,nyum.
Umm,umm....good...
Thank God He gives me the chance to go to Tunas Manja and my father paid the chocolate for me.
Thanks God for this lovely chocolate. Thank God for allowing me to eat chocolate! ^_^ =P
Thanks God for making me healthy to taste this lovely, lovely chocolate!
(saje nak bg sume org tau kesedapan coklat!hehe)