PredictMeLife

It’s
a s-l-o-w September-end weekend today. If yesterday I did a great kickass
deal of scrubbing the house top-bottom (or lack of it) and walk till the non-existent
food rise up my throat, today is a kickoffshoes and relaxyourbutt day. Well not
entirely we did went out and shop but that’s beside the point.

Pagini
time aku suka-suki melepek tengah2 living room layan mata tengok re-run of K-dorama
All In, out of nowhere ade suara mamat mane ntah bagi salam kuat2 (hello
locengkan ade). But I’ve made a resolution of not talking to stranger harini so
aku pause DVD and kept quiet hoho mesti pelik gile awal2 pagi
dengar bunyi bum-bum-bedebang pastu
tetibe sunyi sepi. So faking it(!)

I could
tell he wasn’t satisfied with leaving it at that. Lepas bagi salam and tekan
loceng 3X and no one answering (well aku jawab salam dalam hati je haha boleh
ke pedulik la), die macam marah and moved his bike and his whole machine ke
opposite side of the road. Mamat potong rumput rupenye…

(a prisoner
dalam rumah sendiri) aku tip-toed around the living room to get a clearer view,
you know, just to make sure he’s really gone before un-pausing the DVD again. No aku tak suke
tengok TV volume slow might as well mute and bace subtitle camtu huh. Thank God
for see-through curtains (~nenenene I can see you you can’t see me). 

Sis1
terpisat2 bangun dari tidur (yeah apparently kitorang suke tidur bersepah)
and I motioned for her to stay still in case he heard her move. Aku nampak die glanced
kat kawasan rumah few times and idk thinking(?). His next move caught me off
guard buat aku terbahak2 gelak pastu cepat2 tekup mulut sendiri. He’s blardy drinking(!).

Rileks
je tonggang air mineral botol besar masuk dalam tekak die. At 9am. Aku tanye sis1, “bukan die
cakap dengan ayah die Islam ke?”. She
nods. Masih dengan muke tak puas hati die (I’m sure he must’ve felt foolish
hearing bedebum-bedebam and the sudden silence lps tu. orrrrr not) he took out
a ciggy and lit up which in turn
lagi la buat sisa2 gelak aku tadi erupt semula. Aku rase die dengar kot sebab
kepale die melilau2 tengok kearah rumah. Iye ke Islam mamat ni ke saje
kelentong for the sake of having a grass to cut ntah la. Aku rase ade la 5-10
minit die melepak depan umah pastu die blah. 

Yeah
well I planned to keep my grass sampai tahap punggung (kenape?) so SHOO don’t touch my grass yeah maybe I should put up a
sign “my grass don’t need a haircut I’m keeping it long for Raya” kat depan pagar rumah hmmm… 

ZOMG
my stomach is playing its own musical rendition of “tin DBKL kosong
dibulan Ramadhan” non-stop since morning and it’s making me queasy I should REALLY eat proper food la mak is biting
my head off about it since yesterday. “Minum susu suam pagini jangan lupe pastu
buat la roti bakar ke…” order dari BigMa’am waktu kejut sahur and obviously aku
ni kalau tidur akan “YEEEEEEE”kan aje semue bende yang orang
kat opposite end tu suruh/cakap which is NOT
good (exception to family and loved ones). I really should stop doing that
seriously. Soon.

Sis1
nak masak harini. Harap2 selera pirana aku datang balik la cos I could’ve
sworn the weighing scale needle is pointing more and more towards North-West
and I could fit my Std 6 dress OK obviously I lied about that last part don’t tell me you
believed that heh. Oh and Kakwawa bakal melepak kat rumah ni starting Isnin definitely
can’t wait nak suruh die masak laksa penang (I’m telling you her cooking memang
sedap and of course kaklong punye masakan juga and who cares if I’m being un-hosty-like
(idk wujud ke) I’m the kid in the house bwahaha). Yeah I’m a jerk I know.

Oh oh
oh oh and for some inexplicable reason can I just say I [HEART] lolololololololove MUH “Lagu Untukmu”?!. I’ve been looping
sampai mual gegendang telinga ni and (still looping). Tak sangka muda rupenye
penyanyi group ni I thought die pakcik cos you know group die name “Pakcik” and
suara die pon ala2 Pakcik heh.  *freak*

You
know, sometimes life turns out a liiiiiiiiittle bit more unexpected than what
we had in mind. Like this morning. I stood on the landing of the stair but I
couldn’t for the life of me remember if I was going upstairs or down. I think
really hard and still couldn’t remember. So I went out.

Let’s
begin with going to Mvalley and buying something I didn’t planned or need but I
did and not feeling the least bit regretful (which is odd cos I ALWAYS succumb
to feeling menyesal tiap kali lepas beli ‘sesuatu’) which further spells a HUH I
know I’m not making any sense eh who cares.

Then
aku pegi survey camera untuk sis1 HELLO drooling session oh maaaaan I so need
to get me my dream Cam tunggu la kau wahai camera yang cun. (otak tengah ligat
berputar pikir camne nak coax bapak utk buy me THE cam hoho). Lepas solat asar,
dropped by JJ untuk beli makanan Nata & Koko and walk-walk some more.

Plan
nak buka puasa kat some random food outlet(s) that sell anything edible (and
halal of couse) but my sore head and crazy back decides to kill me and my suci
murni intention of walking without a cause (hah) so I exited MValley at 6.30. Who
cares if I have to redah jalan JAM at that time of the day which everyone on
the road decides to be crazy and impolite and insane just so they could reach
home for berbuka (let’s face it, if you live the same place I live and gerak
same mase dengan aku gerak, takyah la nak rushing confirm punye berbuka on the
road), as long as I get to sit and not faint infront of some random shoplots, I’ve
no problem with jams. Yeah right.

Jalan
KL mesti jam bagai nak rak. Although I don’t really bother getting home in time
for berbuka (I’m single-mingle no one expects me home lalala) I wouldn’t want
to waste my time and brake pads stuck in non-moving jams either. So I spent
some time in the car listening to the traffic patrol: “from Puchong to Old Klang Road jam…”, but didn’t say the
same about the opposite yeay! So aku balik ikut Jalan Klang Lama yang ade super
banyak trafik light and NO toll.

And everytime (I really mean EVERYTIME) I used
this road, mesti tak penah dpt smooth drive. You know, lampu trafik semuenye
hijau urgh. Kalo
ngikut kate Tewek (or was it Hernie or Nad eh lupe sape cakap) kalau semue
lampu trafik tu merah, maknenye orang yang tengah drive tu tak mandi BUUUUUTTTT
I did mandiiiiiiiii so Wek your theory kene upgrade la heh.

Dan
sambil aku berangan dan memandu dan melalak (version baik ok almaklum bulan2
puase ni :p) dalam kete, azan berkumandang menandakan sudah masuk waktu Maghrib
dan sudah boleh berbuka yeay!. Aku selongkar satu bag and semue poket seluar
for something to break my fast with. I only have makanan Kura-kura so unless it’s
some crazy dare or fear factor show, not gonna taste makanan dorang ewww. (Un)fortunately
I am a HUGE fan of mentos so yeah
aku buka puasa dengan mengunyah mentos.
Now
who sez candy is bad for you? ^________^

But
sometimes, just sometimes, it’s the things that you cannot see that are strong
enough to kill you. What you can see, what you can predict to happen, you take
counter-measure and precaution but what you can’t see eats you up little by
little IDK I’m not even making any sense please ignore me.

OoOoOoOoO
Freddie Prince Jr is a guest cast on TV long time no see *got bubble-popping in
my head that shows era aku drool over him* haha kantoi penah minat die(!)

Aku
kat shopping mall and aku makan when it obviously wasn’t the time untuk berbuka
but eh dalam mall mane nampak luar tu terang lagi ke tak and aku rase cam dah
waktu berbuka and I got no jam tangan maa. Punye la sedap aku makan (it was marshmallow
waffle and some more sweet junkies can’t remember) and then I met Mai (hai Mai
you’re in my dream mlm td) and she was like “Bed buka puasa stengah jam lagi…”.

And
then I woke up. 6 minutes, no skarang 5 minit before my supposed alarm. ~Fuh
rileks2 baru nak sahur. 5 minit tu kire cepat dari waktu yang aku nak bangun
and so aku snooze alarm tu. But that snoozed never happened sbb battery HP dah
sadaqallah and bapak wasn’t around to wake me up and sis1 memang tak plan nak
sahur so dia of kos tak bangun and yupp I missed my sahur today.

Nak
tunggu waktu subuh, aku tidur balik and aku mimpi (lagi). This time around aku
dipaksa pegi house-tour pelakon melayu plak. Punye la beria-ria die nak impress
aku and all I had in mind was nak pegi wee-wee
so I stayed sebab bilik air die cun bwahaha can you imagine if I REALLY go dalam tido tu ok don’t even
go there.

HELLO
JALALUDIN HASAN (dunno how to correctly spell your name but eh you’re famous
enough so who cares if I spelled it wrongly) STOP HOGGING MY DREAM BOX LA BUT IF YOU DO HAVE A
SUPER CUN BILIK AIR CALL ME TAU! *ngee*

Weather
has been crazily unpredictable harini. Awal pagi waktu aku siram pokok kat luar
matahari segan2 alam je nak pancarkan cahaya. Sejam dua lepas tu, guruh + hujan
angin lak. Skarang ni super terik kat luar tu buat aku super malas mau keluar
pegi MValley. Think it’s gonna rain some time soon today hmmm. Eh sape2 ade kat sane
harini sile la roger2 boleh jumpe and makan and no kalini aku bawak jam dinding
untuk check waktu buka puasa.
Owh-kay jiran
sebelah rumah masak ape bau super sedap nih?!!!!
Dugaaaaaaaannnnn…

Didalam
kitab yang diturunkan kepada Nabi Musa a.s:
“Ya
Musa, Muhammad dan ummatnya berpuasa pada tiap tahun sebulan Ramadhan maka Aku
berikan kepada mereka untuk puasa setiap harinya satu kota di syurga. Dan tiap
kebaikan yang mereka lakukan yang sunnat mendapat pahala sebesar pahala fardhu.
Dan Aku berikan untuk mereka Lailatul Qadri dimana siapa yang membaca istighfar
pada malam itu satu kali dengan bersungguh-sungguh dan menyesal didalam hatinya
kemudian ia meninggal pada malam/bulan itu, Aku berikan untuknya pahala 30
orang mati syahid".

Happy
brithday budak kecik! (did I just misspelled birthday urgh too lazy to fix). I was
going to post his drastic facial (and body changes for that matter) but changed
my mind seconds before posting (well particularly sebab die boleh sekeh aku
kalau die tau aku buat camtu hahaha no I am not a chicken) so all I can say is
you’re CUTE waktu kecik seriously!

This
is a brother of mine who shies away from crowd but is loud and vocal and sukeeeeee
mengenekan orang when at home (sape la mentor dia ni). Dah besar panjang dah skarang (and you beat me
in heights BUMMER) and you still
have miles and miles and miles (ok you get it) to go but I am SO proud of who
you are now. Jaga Iman, taat pada Ummi Ayah, insya-Allah you’ll get to your
destination(s) in life. I [HEART] you dik! Oh and Godspeed with
all your coming papers. My prayers with you all the way. Berusaha!

Rasulullah
s.a.w bersabda:
“Tiada
seorang Muslim yang berdoa melainkan pasti diterima. Maka adakalanya
disegerakan pemberian hajatnya didunia. Ataupun disimpan untuknya diakhirat. Atau
digunakan untuk menebus dosa-dosa mengikut kadar doanya, selama ia tidak berdoa
untuk dosa atau untuk memutuskan hubungan keluarga”.

So bapak barely made it untuk berbuka puasa kat
rumah. Masuk2 pintu rumah je, azan berkumandang dalam kaca TV. And with
bapak, comes delicious food (degil aku dah kabo aku masak nak jugak beli aku la
jd DBKL mkn sampai kembong nnt nih). But bapak puji my cooking yeay for bapakku yang pandai
pujuk anak ke-2 die (haha perangai takbolehblah). Annnnnnddddd I ate like mad again. Alhamdulillah
rezeki murah sungguh beberapa harini.

Aku: “Ayah harini orang terawikh dengan kaklong kat
umah ye. Orang makan banyak sangat tak larat nanti peluh2 lagi…”
Bapak: “Takpe kite pegi masjid aircond”
Aku: “Ala nanti ayah buat 20 rakaat. Perut penuh…”
Bapak: “Sebab tu la kene buat 20. Dah makan
banyakkan…”
I should probably give up right about now.

Orrr…Not just yet.
Aku: “Ha’ah pastu nanti orang senget2 macam ular
tak dapat pahala gak dapat penat je”
Bapak: “Takde lah. Kite buat 8 rakaat je ok?”.
Haha gila bleh bargain2 lak bab buat pahala. Nangis
malaikat tengok perangai aku nih.

Anyway. Terawikh malam ni buat aku rase cam black
sheep among the whites lak. Sis1 pakai telekung all putih suci murni. And
apparently so does everyone else. Obviously I’m the odd one out kan. Aku solat
dengan selingan jelingan mata tiap2 abes terawikh 2 rakaat. (which is SO not comfortable).
Weh salah ke solat all black weh? Rase cam criminal je. Sis1 bgtau dalam
kereta, “budak2 keliling asek la pandang ko tak berkelip”. And bapak pulak
menambah perisa, “agaknye budak2 tu pikir sekdah ni orang arab mane kot” URGH.
In the future I must blend in not STAND OUT. Yes yes.

P/S - Ihsan camera phone sis1 from previous balik
kampung. Ni si Cemetot (nenek bg name tu and die sgtlah super manja nak tido pon dalam pouch sweater aku I
forgot I was afraid of cats seriously). Encik Arifin, I’m not scared of anak
kucing dah *ngeee*

Makcik1: “Kakngah meh sini jap”.
All the angahs turned heads. Well my makcik is
kakngah, anak die digelar kakngah gak, and I am kakngah too, and then there’s
other family’s kakngah. Sangat…erm, (kak)ngah-full.

Yeah so aku dengan sis1 balik kampung last weekend
for family gathering.
Nenek: “Baik2 beskal nenek tu takde brek tau”.
Makcik1: “Takpe mak, kaki die panjang”.
Cheh tak sempat aku nak come up with alasan merepek
(heh).

So at 6.30 petang while everyone’s busy memotong juadah berbuka and preparing foods, I slipped out and rode into the sunset with my
blue-black horizontal striped hooded shirt that supposedly makes you look
fatter watever. Didn’t make it to pantai though sebab nak sampai sane kene
pass-by crazy badass dogs orang2 asli ni. And I’m so not ready to kayuh
basikal macam orang gila few hours before berbuka puasa. Cuaca kampung petang2
sangatlah nyaman haih…

Hello land of I-don’t-care-if-I-sound-cheesy-but my
nenek’s kampung style cooking rocks! Macam Cik Bamz cakap la; makan sampai mau
tombang punye (haha tiap kali aku bace line ko aku mesti gelak Aini). Aku makan
semmmmmmmmue yang ade depan mate. Laksa penang, caramel, bubur chacha (donno
how to spell just know how to eat), nasi impit kuah kacang, rendang ayam, cucur
udang OMG banyak gile aku tak ingat amende lagi aku sumbat dalam tekak ni. All home
made tu yang menambahkan kesedapannye.

Masing2 dah transform jadi ikan emas gemok yang
kiut, tak larat la kami nak follow nenek pegi terawikh kat masjid (imam kampung
buat 20 rakaat s-l-o-w motion I cannot maaaaaannnn). Lagipun malam tu
turn nenek untuk prepare moree (however you spell it) and that means balik
rumah pukul 11-ish. (errr hehe we’ll pass nek :p). So makngah Aishah jadi imam
kat umah and kitorang buat 8 rakaat je la perut penuh punye pasal
(hohoho tersasar niat asal puasa dah ni).

Spend the night kat umah nenek. Sis1 dengan program ‘gayutan’ die, borak kat atas rumah. Jadi aku dengan nenek stay up late berborak dalam bilik tidur arwah atuk, all dark and warm, talking about erm (don’t laugh) bawang. Believe it or not, we did. Bawang merah rose, bawang besar, bawang Holland, bawang putih garing, you name it. I know it sounds ODD and BORING and OLD but trust me it wasn’t. Aku seronok bergelak ketawa sambil menguap2 dengan nenek.
“Berderai-derai duit masuk kompeni telepon”, nenek
buat lawak sebab sis1 tak masuk2 lagi bilik tido lepas sejam lebih bergayut
(untuk orang2 veteran, that hour is too long to be on the phone kot haha tak
tengok lg cucu nenek ni gayut on the phone nek :p).

Esok paginye, aku dengan sis1 teman nenek shopping
barang2 dapur.
“Nak, tau tak santan yang kecik tu?”.
Sis1 disapa
sorang nenek ni. First impression: cantik pada zaman muda dia (accor.
to sis1 and I second that), but now she looks as if she’s ready to
faint, very shockingly thin and always holding her right tummy.
Sis1 tunjuk kat tepi kawasan aku berdiri.
Nenek: “Yang mana satu santan yang Nurul guna dalam somerandomcookshowIforgotwatit’scallednow?”.
Aku: “Mintak maaf, kitorang taktau la nek…”
Uh I didn’t know santan ade banyak name, and we don’t even watch cooking show camne la nak tau ape santan Nurul sape tu gune…

Our nenek plak looks on sebelah sis1 and all of the
sudden nenek peluk dia. “Cikgu Minah!”. Well I didn’t make that one up
memang name glamer die Minah. They haven’t seen each other for 20 plus years!
So memang jejak kasih sungguh la dibulan mulia nih. It was emotional. And I was right. She’d been
sick for 24 years. Aku dengan sis1 were raising eyebrows hearing the number of
years. Menggerunkan sungguh.

Cikgu Minah: “Dulu atuk korang marah waktu cikgu
ajak nenek teman cikgu tido kat rumah. Tak dibaginye”.
Yes that pretty much sounded like my typical bugis-blooded
arwah atuk.
Well what do you expect from Ibu yang ade 14 anak
kan. No time for sleep-over lorh… But nenek looks on sheepishly nonetheless.

Cikgu Minah: “Doktor yang bagi dadah tu dah mampus
3 tahun dulu dah. Mati kat longkang blakang ghumah die”.
Ouch full of vengeance sungguh bunyi cikgu ni. I almost feel scared. So nenek dengan cikgu Minah ni jalan kedepan, catching up on lost years while aku tolak trolley cikgu and sis1 tolak trolley nenek, membontoti dibelakang.

Sampai sekarang nenek pon taktau ape sakit cikgu
Minah tu. It wasn’t cancer, nor leukemia. Even drug addict. (Tidak lah
kan). Ade sesuatu dalam perut dia yang tak boleh nak detect, but it’s there
only she can feel it. Bile aku tanye mane pegi anak2 die (sbb die sangatlah tak
berdaya nak berjalan, much less tolak trolley, and godknows camne la die nak
angkut barang2 yg die beli tadi tu – we did offer a ride but she was in a
hurry) it turns out anak2 die, well to put it mildly, tak bergune. The eldest
daughter kawin dengan omputih and never came back ke tanah air, the other one
duduk dengan die tapi DIL tak sebulu pulak dengan cikgu Minah ni. The other 2,
poof gone with the wind.

Before cikgu Minah pegi, she kissed me and sis1. Hard.
Sometimes things like this membuatkan aku takut pada karma. I’m just thankful
to be alive and of some use to the people I love. So cherish dan hargailah (bkn
makne die same ke?) orang2 yang bermakna disekeliling korang sebelum terlambat.
Tak rugi ape2 pon…:)  *peace*

Rasulullah bersabda:
“Lihatlah orang yang rendah daripadamu supaya amalan syukur menjadi kebiasaanmu. Dan janganlah melihat mereka yang lebih tinggi darjatnya daripadamu kerana mungkin kamu akan memandang rendah pada nikmat-nikmat Allah yang telah diberikan kepadamu”.

When our memories outweigh our dreams, we have
grown old.
And as you get older 3 things happen.
The first is your memory goes,
and I can’t remember
the other two…

Whell…if
the saying’s true OMG I accidentally drank a cup of tea full of ants inside (it
was a black mug OK) few days back (pls don’t ask just act sympathetic) there
goes my memory and my youth (orrrrr whats left of it).

All
these while (in my head) my Thursday was my Wednesday and my Friday was
somewhere far out so blergh I lost track of days due to too much zzz’s (it was
the nasi lemak’s aftermath I tell you…and Arifin rolls his eyes reading this
accusation blwek). Seriously putaran waktu tido aku exceed normal people and
aku dah tido 2 hari stret dah ni (makruh sungguh puase).

Anyway.

So
it was my birthday last Thursday. I’m not a year younger that’s for sure (dunia
kate Bye-Bye kubur kate Meh-Meh). The one song where Simon Webbe sang about
where one can do no wrong, yeah that one. But what he failed to mention is that
you keep on making mistakes and you learn from them as you go along your lives
(be it lurus or bengkang bengkok). And I want to keep on learning till the day
I die (even if I keep on repeating the same mistake pls don’t point fingers at
my memory). Nor the song where Switchfoot sang about being alone. At some point
in this life, we are bound to be alone. Loneliness can be a great display of
pathetic-ness or a great comfort, depending upon the circumstances. And I don’t
think I mind that loneliness this year.

Change
is a funny thing. We are never quite sure what we are becoming…or even why.
Then one day we looked at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that
way. Only one thing about change remains constant…it is always painful.
-JP

During
my school-college years, my special
day always seems to fall on holidays and I am grateful for that. Not that I
don’t appreciate all the surprises and cakes and whatnots friends did for my
birthday(s); I am. I do. Memang payah nak jumpe
member yang baik hati macam korang. Thank you ever so much for that *touch my
heart*. Just that I am perfectly fine celebrating it on my own now. I don’t see
the pathetic-ness in that.
When sometimes you just want
to bawl your heart out and you can’t cos hey you’re in the middle of your own
birthday party and no way in heaven you’re giving them a free show of your
major royal pathetic-ness. I feel like a hypocrite. Really. I loathed hypocrites and somehow or the
other I am one urgh!. I enjoyed celebrating other people’s birthday though
(does that even count?). I’m just not into limelight, more towards being a
background person (and there goes some random guy saying “no wonder she just
blends in with the wallpaper”). Shaddap you.

Truth
be told, I don’t fancy people celebrating my additional year.

No.

I’m
not a hypocrite when it comes to my age; I simply am not into celebration. I
don’t like having to fake my smiles, thanking people profusely for the gifts I
never remember asking for and saying “Oh thank you so much this is exactly what
I wanted”. A simple (text)message(s) is good enough for me. It only cost
20cents max (yeah yeah I’m a cheapskate boo hoo) and I’m saving everyone’s
money and thoughts from having to think and buy gifts cos I really don’t fancy
cracking MY brain trying to find the perfect gift for people (yeah yeah I’m
insensitive so BITE ME).
They say that it was possible that
everyone had 2 faces: some of us just did a better job of hiding it than others.
So. If you must know. My first face is smiling. Try
guessing the other one. Clue: The latter is the dark side of me I can’t
control.

But
when you have these determined people who made “we must peel Sekdah out of the
house on her birthday” their special mission, it’s really hard not to melt. So
I gave in and went out. Hoho don’t think I’m gonna let you guys off THAT easily
but eh thank you for forcing me out nonetheless. I had a blast hanging out
dengan korang (esp. watching you guys fight like cats and dogs mcm tgk movie
haha). Don’t let this face fool you, I REALLY
mean it.

To
all who wished in advance, on time, late, I don’t care even if you forget but
ehnyway I just wanna say a HUGE thank you for remembering (cos I occasionally
forget I was born this date this month eons ago myself haha past caring). To
those yang aku tak balas balik sms (I am pitifully creditless if you’re
wondering lah), I got your smses and Thank You. When they say it’s the thought
that counts, trust them they know what they’re talking about. I [HEART] you guys and girls of course! *beams*

Reality
is sinking faster. If we get too busy with life, one day we no longer even see
the sky. So, alone or not. The year is rolling and I’m determined to make
something out of my short-lived life here on earth. Be afraid, be very afraid…
 

Ya
Allah, sesungguhnya yang sangat menggembirakan aku ialah kerana Engkau
memberiku Iman. Tetapi aku takut kalau-kalau Iman itu Engkau cabut dari hatiku.
Maka selama perasaan takut ini ada padaku, kumengharap janganlah dicabut Iman
ini daripadaku.
-Yahya
bin Mu’aadz

This is by far the most horrifyingly long entry and kalau sape2 bace sampai sini, aku seriously akan buat hand-stand for each one of you (if you tell me la so pls don’t tell me you read sampai aku abes type ni OK. Good readers :D).

Remember
I said I could knock myself out lepas makan nasi? Apparently nasi lemak has the
reverse effect on me. Aku takleh tidur lepas dinner malam tadi. Not that I was
too excited for the 1^st sahur atau aku ni tanak tidur. I just couldn’t.
And they say reading makes your eyes weary and make you sleepy. Not working. So at 4 I was still
reading and laying down n tossing and turning. Next thing I knew I woke up
minutes before the alarm goes off. (and I thought I missed sahur cos all these
while I never seem to hear my alarm. Tidur mati sungguh).

Few
seconds lepas aku call Arifin (which I couldn’t remember saying what or
sounding how anyway), mak’s number appeared on my screen along with Ayaka’s Real Voice ringtone, memekak pagi2 bute
sebelah telinga kanan aku. Yikes way to wake me up.

“Kakngah
ummi suruh bangun”. Suara bro6 yang macho (I could’ve sworn he sounded sebijik
macam suara bapak) kedengaran dihujung corong telefon. I could hear bapak’s
voice at the background, “diorang dah bangun dah agaknye tu” and I was still on
the bed getting only an hour max of sleep and groping the HP for the mic button
trying to figure out where the h* (ooops I promised myself I won’t curse this
month haha can aa? :p) the mic was kat HP ni with 1 eye closed and the other 1
peeking cos there’s too much light coming out from the screen. Haha dah bangun
pak?. If only he knew…*ngee*.

You
see, I need to talk loudly using this phone (or switch it on to speaker mode to
allow the other side to hear) due to some techy problem so that’s a real hassle
to do early in the morning. My brain doesn’t seem to want to follow my
instruction at this hour blergh. After
much probing and finally managed to find the speaker button and asking bro6
what they’re having for sahur I remember feeling down sbb dorang makan sedap
and here I am eating away cornflakes with honey and kurma cos I couldn’t be
bothered to eat any better. Bapak would normally make us all eat 3 dates every
morning and we’d groan (sometimes just for the sake of ‘mesra’ pagi2) and whine
and say “tak larat la ayah 2 je la yeh?” and in the end yupp you’ve guessed it
bapak won (if mak wasn’t around to finish up our last kurma la hehe). Now I’m eating 3 kurmas without having Bapak to coax me to. If only he knew I’m this obedient :p.

They
say that the spirit of the dead are free to roam to their loved ones bulan
Ramadhan ni. Al-fatihah untuk arwah atuk-nenek-moyang semua…(silently wishing I’d
get the chance to go meet nek ngah kat Kelantan tahun ni). Korang yang lain pon jangan lupe doakan jugak untuk yang dah pergi. Sejuk hati dorang tengok korang ingat dan berdoa untuk dorang, sementara dorang bebas untuk menjenguk ahli keluarga dibulan mulia ni…(^_^)

Pada
hari ini telah Ku-sempurnakan untukmu agamamu,
Dan
telah Ku-cukupkan kepadamu nikmat-Ku,
Dan
telah Ku-redhai Islam itu menjadi agama bagimu.
Surah Al-Ma aidah: 3.

Rasulullah
s.a.w berkata: “Sejuk pandangan mataku dalam sembahyang”.
Perkara
yang aku paaaaaaaaaaaaaling suke dalam dunia ni; waktu Imam habis baca Al-fatihah dan ma’mum akan sambut dengan “Amiin”.
At that precise moment, I’d close my eyes and just absorb that mighty wave-like
volume. All the time. Macam bunyi ombak dekat pantai, when the sound of the
ombak itself soothes your crazy soul to peace. THAT sort of feeling. Selalu aku
akan pejam mate, take in the multiple deep voices and just try to imagine how
long how far how big ma’mum kat masjid tu. And I would smile silently and said
another “Amiin” after the first Amiin subdued. Like all the time. (Am I
insane for doing that selalu? Khusyu’ ke solat aku kalau camtu eh ape2 lah).

For
the 1^st terawikh we decided (last minute) to go to masjid Puchong
Perdana. Parking dah penuh and we were a bit late so park agak jauh dari masjid
but eh they do say banyak pahala berjalan ke masjid kan hehe. Plus it’s easier to get out later
so not whining here.

Rindu
plak waktu terawikh zaman belajar. I remember kitorang serumah (and sometimes
jiran lecturer2 sebelah rumah) used to walk to the nearest surau kat Taman
Melawis tu ramai2 untuk terawikh. The prayer tu kat mane2 semuenye same. Beza
cuma cepat atau lambat je. The feeling of walking together dgn org yg mean a
lot (all of my ex housemates rocks and I’m so lame I don’t know how else to
describe them) tu yang precious. Tapi biase la time mude2, ade la jugak prasaan
malas mau pegi terawikh kat surau tu datang. Haha can’t blame setan for that dorang dah kene ikat sebulan
suntuk. So usually aku dengan sape2 yang x pegi surau tu akan jemaah same2 kat living room pastu sambung melantak (which was totally fine by me *ngeee*).

Enough
walk to memory lane. So on our way ke masjid, Imam baru ketuk2 mic, testing
untuk azan Isya’. Out of nowhere we heard Pussy Cat Dolls ‘Dontcha’ (or
whatever the supposed-to-be song title lah) introduction blaring from a stereo.
Aku dengan sis1 automatically pusing ke arah bunyi tu. Eeeehhhhhhhhh ladies with
fitting outfits spreading out kat kawasan taman depan masjid getting ready to
kick into action untuk senamrobik (don’t even care how they spell it). Pandang
skali xpe x dose kan
haha NO pls jgn ikut. Way
to start Ramadhan I tell you.

Nak
masuk masjid baru aku prasan aku lupe bawak stokin(!). Nak cepat pegi masjid
punye pasal. Well my jubah is long but waktu sujud you’d still can see my tapak
kaki urgh. So to cut the very long story short, thank God sis1 pakai kain batik
dalam jubah die. Die bawak jugak kain telekung I’m just so relieved to have
extra kain. Imam dah azan Isya’ and there we were on the 3^rd floor,
sorang try untuk bukak kain sorang lagi try untuk sarung kain (as properly and
decently as we can). In spite of being around women in whites who behaved like
how they should behave in a mosque, aku dgn sis1 were trying so hard not to
laugh at the madness we’re creating.  Way
to start 1^st day of terawikh ey Kaklong…:D

Imam2
kat masjid tu bagus. Not too fast not too slow. By the end of the terawikh,
kanak2 were laughing and giggling same kuat dengan Imam (I’m sure Imam tu
bersusah payah nak konsentret hafazan dengan suare kanak2 ribena), peluh
menitik2 macam hujan dari langit inside of our jubah and kawasan Hawa dah leh
dinaik-taraf untuk jadi sauna. So kaum2 Adam be thankful you don’t have to wear
tudung or telekung like forever. (aku selalu jeles dengan dorang sebab they can
practically go to any mosque and pray ASAP while us women nak kene bukak pin
bukak tudung amek wudhu’ sarung telekung sarung kain baru leh solat. Not that
I’m complaining just that aku rase banyak kaum Adam taktau betape bertuahnye
dorang dilahirkan sebagai lelaki).

On
the way back to car park, nampak budak laki umur 9-10 tahun nak melintas. As usual
with terawikh traffic after prayer was crazy and he looked bewildered for
someone who’s about to cross a road. Aku nampak 4WD dari arah kiri keluar dari
simpang and bapak budak tu dah menonong kedepan. Waktu die nak lari melintas, I
grabbed his arm (batal ke wudhu’ aku eh?) and hold him back from the road. “Kejap
dik ade kereta byk tu kan…”
(Hello a gigantic looking car is coming your way budak kecik don’t die on the 1^st
Ramadhan not infront of me anyway). I stopped the traffic and ushered him to
the other side of the road. Dengan suare kiut and barely hearable, “timekasih…”
before he lets go of my hand and ran to his dad. Awwww isn’t he cute *melts*.

Yeah
anyway sis1 was very generous to blanje (my perut feels so lucky the past few
days cos I’ve been robbing these people blind for the food haha) nasi lemak
lepas terawikh. We ate at around 10-ish and we decided that nasi lemak should
be our sahur too cos we’re too lazy to fix one hehe. Bujang trang tang-tang
katekan..(and mak would say ‘alahai kesian anak ummi’ to our pitiful way of
life and I’d grin the usual grin that says ‘I so love you for saying that mak’).

As per
ritual, anak2 mak kat sini akan call mak ucap selamat terawikh, selamat
menyambut Ramadhan and most importantly mintak mak kejutkan waktu sahur nanti. Don’t
NO-NO me sis3 and sis5 I’m sure you did what I did kan? (cos i called home and bro6 ckp mak tengah
bz on the phone with you guys stop hogging mak :p). Even if we didn’t ask mak
to do that, she’d still wake us up every morning for sahur. She’d been
religiously doing that for the past year she wasn’t with us and that seems to
be my kickstart of the day. Even if we’re living worlds apart (watever) mak is
still our center of universe no matter how all grown up we’ve become. Selamat bersahur
hari pertama nanti…

OMG
this is one long entry. If you can read up until this point, you have my
respect man and woman. Tabik spring!

Bro7:
“Kakngah belikan untuk ayah dengan abang je Aman pon nak jugak…”
So
in order to un-biased myself, off I went to MJamek in search for Syaamil
Al-Quran for mak and bro7. And sis1 kirim belikan tudung, menambahkan asbab
untuk aku berjalan and go ga-ga over pretty tudung and kain and watnots. Plan
aku lepas pegi MJ, pegi MValley lak haha saje lepas gian lame tak jalan sorang2
explore KL and public transport. Agak rindu OK :p.

The
bad thing about shopping alone is that there’s no one to tell you “Sekdah stop
being crazy over kain n tudung” so yeah you got it I’m broke. Dead. Broke. There goes all the bling2 RM. Bapak cepat la balik sini…(mate
kucing pleading looks hoho that works all the time *ngee*). The nice weather osso
adds to the factor of me overspending. If it was striking hot, I’d prolly leave
MJ early and head off to sumwhere cooler but eh wats done is done (now what do
I do with all these kain urgh).

When
I asked the people kat kaunter tiket LRT yang aku nak pegi ke MV by KTM and
they said I need to cross the street from Star LRT to KTM at Bandaraya station,
I did not expect walking this far. Yeah well they had few renovations at site,
which added a BIT more to the walking. Good thing I wore my snickers but bad thing
for the striking heat (I don’t even make sense I don’t care). I was sweating
like a pig by the time I reached the KTM station. The skin-burned sun didn’t
help either. Why do we compare us sweating
to pigs anyway pigs play around in the mud all day you can’t possibly see them
sweat. Shut up.

Anyway.
So dalam baju aku dah menitik2 peluh, aku decide to stay dalam KTM (hidden from
the sun and got free aircond –ok so not so free cos I paid for the journey lah)
sampai ujung destination and patah balik menuju ke MV (yes aku takde keje and
your point is?). There’s no possible way you’d see me do this time bulan puase. NO WAY. Erm, unless I have teman to peel my wallet away from me and seret
keluar dr kawasan menjual tu lain cite la. Bag sandang aku dah berubah jadi
Willie Wonka’s goodie bag (if he has one I dunno does he have one?) and since
aku super malas mau hand carry, aku shove je semue barang2 yang aku beli tadi
dalam beg haha mak would be proud to know I didn’t leave anything I bought
behind seriously.

Sampai
MV aku tros pegi surau untuk solat. I didn’t know they have JCard day harini.
Man the place was cramped with homo (sapiens I mean). Surau tu plak kene lalu
kat JJ and they imposed a temp rule saying only JCard holder yg leh masuk (eh
sape suruh buat JJ dekat dgn surau kan).
Abang guard tu mintak aku Jcard but I’m too lazy to open the bag sbb kene gali
balik barang2 dlm beg nak cari wallet. Aku cakap “sy nak pegi surau” nasib baik
die bagi (but with the annoyed face plastered before letting me in lah) kalau
tak mau aku marah die kot hehe.

Aku
terlampau penat and rase macam mau drop and faint tapi since takde orang lepak
sogan den so I played Jawbreaker and watch people in action. Aku baru teringat
satu kedai ni mebbe now they orready have that design yang aku nak. Time aku nak
sarung tudung, ade 2 orang perempuan masuk and terus “eh Saidah!”. Me being all specky-less couldn’t for the life of me
make out sape orang kat depan aku tu. Dorang mara ke arah aku baru la aku cam –
Linda dengan Kak Aina! Kecik btol KL ni. Time konvo tak jumpe, tp ade rezeki
jumpe kat surau MV lak.

So
we talked and prayed n talk summore. Aku tros stay kat surau untuk maghrib
sementara tunggu Arifin datang. (Sian die kene
redah jam lepas penat2 balik keje. Nyesal you gave in to see me after work? :p).
Betul2 rase cam dah stat puase sebab ramai orang dok tanye dah masuk waktu
maghrib ke tak. Macam nak tunggu waktu berbuka je haha awesome! Meeting them 2 was meaningful. Dulu zaman aku melepak
mencari ketenangan kat masjid U, doranglah teman aku berbual. And Kak Aina
still ingat family aku dok Srwk n umah aku kat PJ once upon a time ago n
kaklong n etc how sweet is that?. Very rare people to find and I’m really glad
I met them (or the other way round watever).

Lepas
solat maghrib, we said our goodbyes took our separate ways and aku melepak kat
MPH lak. Managed to read half of “My Memory Keeper” or sthg along that title
line before figuring out the book bores me to tears. Good thing Arifin showed
up and we head off to my long-awaited schedule of the day : EAT! I’m so broke I had tocoax
Arifin to belanja me makan kat MV haha.

Trying to get home, we
got lost trying to find the car. I used to laugh at people who got lost at a
parking space. I’m laughing at myself now so yeay for karma(!). Dapat dibelanja (twice hihi), dihantar balik (too high to
take public trans was my lame excuse hohoho), hello wat else can I ask for eh?
TQ encik Arifin. Lain kali buat lagi tau… With this I officially declare our
annually competition during Ramadhan. Don’t choke hope I win! *peace*

Malam
ni dah stat terawikh rindu nak terawikh dengan mak. This is the 2^nd
year in a row aku tak dapat terawikh dengan mak. Down. Anyway. Selamat menyambut bulan Ramadhan semue!!! (Yes I’m a
bit over-excited now I know. It’s the coke aftermath I tell you).

P/S
- Mai, awk dengan Aini la plak handle majlis buka puase kat luar tahun
ni…amacam? Chicken Hartz again?
PP/S
- Yui and Ayaka’s albums are awesome. Two completely different genre yet very
much lovable. By me.
PPP/S
- Gambar2 yang aku janji aku akan upload dah diupload. So please help yourself
n scroll downwards to respective entries kalau nak tengok ye…