The Sacred Journey

We sent my dearest baby brother yesterday, he left for Makkah to work -sigh-.

I think he was thinking to sumbatkan my mom n dad dlm hand luggage dia tu kot if he can

Gonna miss him badly especially adengan membasuh otak beliau sebab being a bongsu dia adalah lagi manja dari kucing siam Atok depan rumah.

Helping him getting ready for Makkah, I yang rasa terribly sedih coz I'm missing Makkah too.

So repeatedly asked him to pray for us all dimurahkan rezeki nak pi lagi.

Me n Roberto went for our sacred journey  last two years. That time I tengah berdepan dengan ujian Allah yang maha berat, so I was cluless. Masa belum sampai rasa macam nak mintak macam-macam. But upon seeing Kaabah  in front of my very eyes, dummm I felt so small and  that I was nothing compared to the greatness of the Almighty. But He had given me so much . Terlalu banyak rahmat dan kasih sayang yang diberikan sehinggakan I rasa malu nak mintak apa2 pun .

The serene ambience of the Masjidil Haram was beyond compare. I couldn't asked for anything but in my sujud I only asked the best way and His guidance towards a blessed path.

I pesan banyak kali to him, my brother. Beware of what you said. Kat Tanah Haram macam2 boleh jadi.

I had experienced all the magical moments kat sana. All you have to do is Dua'.

There is no other place in the world that u can witness the miracle of dua' and feel the total submission to the will of Allah.

Everyday we walked to the Masjid and since jemaah wanita and lelaki tak boleh solat di tempat yang sama, kenalah berpisah.

But we never promised and decide our meeting place after solat, just janji on what time to go back to the hotel. And did not even bring our cells. After I've done, I will whisper a prayer while walking "Ya Allah, bagilah aku nampak suamiku" and every time I did that , toleh  nampak dia, either reciting Quran or wirid or just chit chatting with somebody. Walaupun beribu umat Muhammad kat dalam masjid tu, still I never lost my husband.

Once, I went to the loo through Door No.8 , and hati yang jahat ni keep on berbisik, macam mana orang boleh sesat kat dalam masjid ni? Sedangkan sikit punya besar nombor dia tulis kat every pintu. Sedikit perasaan berlagak di situ.

And tadaaaa Allah pun balas cash payment. I left my MIL near that door no.8, balik saja from the loo, I couldn't find that number 8 and no matter kot mana I dok pusing I ended up at door 9 and 10. As if door number 8 dah diangkat ke langit. Ok. Sangat takut dan insaf di situ. Nak nangess sudah.

After sujud syukur and ayaq mata yang berjuraian. I turned and saw that number 8 smiling happilly at me. PADAN MUKA AKU.

Designated tempat solat untuk jemaah wanita mostly jauh sikit dari Kaabah, except for this one area yang kecik betul2 depan Raudhah and selalunya kena berebut dengan mak Arab lah kalau nak squeeze kat situ, and have to beware of Mak Cik2 Turks yang bumper perdana v6 itew, many at times I solat sebelah depa, masa tahiyaat akhir, debub dia landing bumper dia atas kaki I, Masyaallah terpaksa regards the pain as kifarat dosa. Nasib baik tak tempang. Sekali tu pulak, ada jemaah ni masa sujud tersarung jubah mak cik kat depan dia, kauuuuu , struggle nak mengeluarkan diri.

So me  berusaha nak dapatkan tempat tu although my MIL tak brapa suka sebab kena menjadi ganas sikit nak memenyekkan diri di tengah2 mak-mak Arab yang multi coloured tu kan. Pastu, a few times, MIL mesti la nak pi toilet, especially bila dah dekat2 nak masuk waktu. Dah kalau pi toilet, kirim salam la nak dapat balik tempat kita tu. So I was quite tak puas hati lah ngan my MIL, ye ye derhaka dan keji.Don't do this at home.

Sebagai balasan, the next day at Subh prayer, I pulak kena. Lagi sekali PADAN MUKA AKU. Dah cun2 dapat tempat betul2 kat saf depan di kawasan yang sangat diidami itu, and lagi half and hour nak masuk waktu Subuh, perut I sakit macam nak beranak pun ada, sampai rasa nak guling2. Mencicit la pi bilik air and could'nt make it on time. Kot I lari sprint 50km sejam pun memang tak dan sebab toilet maha jauh. So I have to settle  kat  perkarangan Masjidil Haram tu saja.Pastu baru sebok nak manja2 balik ngan MIL.

One night, after tawaf sunat, tengah malam la jugak, ada sorang lelaki yang sangat indah rupa parasnya lalu depan we all , doing his round of tawaf. Handsome tak tau nak cakap and very2 tall. Yang peliknya, he had a kind of aura yang memukau semua orang yang ada di situ, mesmerizing, lelaki pun tengok macam takjub sangat tau, termasuk lah En Roberto. Kaum hawa apatah lagi kan. Subhannallah. I tak tau makhluk Allah kategori apa, tah 2 bukan manusia pun boleh jadi jugak, sebab I nampak dia satu pusingan pastu hilang. Takkan tawaf satu round saja.

Hopefully my brother adapt himself well kerja and dok kat sana. I cant tell him how lucky he is, that beribu umat Islam dok pulun nak pi beribadah di sana especially in Ramadhan, but he is already there. He can even state Makkah Al Mukkaramah as his current city of resident from now onwards. He will be working in the Raffles Hotel , at the brand new Mecca Royal Clock Tower, righ in front of Masjidil Haram, having the pleasure of waking up every morning by the azan coming from the Great Mosque , Masyaallah.

I know most moms mesti risau kalau anak especially the youngest one kerja jauh2, but my mom has been blessed with the fact that her baby is very near to the House of Allah, what more can she ask for kan?

PERCUTIAN PENUH DERITA

A friend was saying how her kids preferred a peaceful balik kampung than a trip to Disneyland. *Usap kepala anak dia* Baguih sungguh anak-anak hang Pn Kamalai.

I dont know what went wrong, tapi anak2 I sangat mmmmm tah lah.Budak -budak sekarang (trying to pint point nak salahkan sapa ni ...ada volunteer ??)

When I was their age, balik kampung was something happening tak hengat lah, kalau Appa ajak balik kampung serasa Sorgaaa. Kalau balik his side punya kampung in Penanti (since PRU 12 can write down the name of the place without being asked haaaa where on earth is that ?) a trip from the main land to the Island of Penang naik ferry was considered a bonus for us.

But it was a different storey all together in Amma's side punya kampung in Naka, Kedah (u were asking where is this place?? Well google sebelum aku cakap korang tak belajar Geography).

For me heaven was running freely atas batas sawah,catching dragon flies,  cari siput sedut dalam petak sawah (errr although I tak la adventurous sangat and have to pakai rubber boots sebab takut lintah and have to menjahanamkan anak2 padi orang, ehh tu kan Tok aku punya bendang ?? So halal jelah kan).

Dulu lagi la jurasic. Malam2 siap guna lampu gasolin and ada pelita lagi tuh. I wonder how my kids would react. Tengok pelita masa time raya pun its like tengok Gaban yang jatuh dari kapal angkasa. Sangat takjub.

I so much wanted my kids to know and experience all that.But where to find a place similar to my childhood playground ?? My uncle has turned my Tok Wan's house into an eco tourism Resort. Good lah at least rumah tu terbela, Kalau bagi kat I, I  thought of converting the whole estate into a fun fair and that house into a haunted house, sebab dah lama tak berpenghuni so senang dapat hantu, original terbaik dari ladang .

So tiada lagi sawah bendang. Paling2 pun can petik buah - buahan like this in his dusun...(Caption Gambar : Senyuman palsu semata, padahal nak masuk kat semak sikit tu pun dah terjerit-jerit macam nampak T-Rex)

That's not real adventure. It all made up.

First attempt. We brought them to Appa punya dusun.

See the faces. Sungguh lah macam , kenapa aku dipaksa datang ke hutan belantara ni ha?? Ada lah lebih baik main farmville saja daripada cium bau taik lembu real di sini.

Their pants semua kena kemuncup , but they acted like they were bitten by a giant crocodile tu ha. Drama sungguh.
So I was like , ini tak boleh jadi. Kenapa anak2 aku sangat jakun ??

Must give them some lessons. Must expose them to nature.

So we took them to Ulu Yam, in one of the Resort. My brother being our partner in crime was being so skeptical,he  kept asking ok ke anak2 hang pi Resort Jin Bertendang ni??

I stick to my plan. The rotten the better.*Haahahahha gelak jin *.

This was the resort . Tah ape benda nama tah. The best part.....jeng-jeng. No electricity. Generator only operates until 11 pm and start balik around 6.30 a.m the next morning. In the meantime, gasoline lamp all the way.

And there was only bathroom in the chalet, toilets were at the common area nearby. Enough penyeksaan for the kids yang hanya tau tengok TV, main PSP , game boy, makan pun demanding, nak dok hotel yang ada swimming pool aje, nak apa semua bapak kasi macam la bapak tu ada bela dewa boncit kat rumah.

Altough mak bapak pun rasa cam ngeri tapi ketepikan perasaan2 tidak perlu itu demi anak-anak.

Boleh bayangkan lah muka penderitaan anak-anak I bila tengok the run down chalet tu. (I pun actually was gulping gak) Tak der lagi burok ke ha??

Mula2 masuk have to ubah suai the perabot dulu lah kan untuk kesejahteraan bersama.

So I get all my kids to help. TIBA-TIBA.........

Eh kenapakah I dok atas kerusi ni haaa?? And the kids bertaburan lari , huru hara macam tsunami.

Apa ke menatang yang melompat from the katil. Nasib baik la I brought my Supermom and Wonder Bibik to the rescue, nak harapkan Abng Roberto I tu? Huh, dia awal2 lagi larik dulu, padahal dia tak terbabit pun dalam adengan ubah suai tersebut.

Tau kah anda binatang atau raksaksa apakah yang telah mencopotkan jantung kami?

Eh idoklah menatang ni, melampau batas le pulok kan, bila pulok dia mai dari Loch Ness.Patut-patut la kome pun.

Ni ha. Haippp tutup mulut jangan dok gelak lebih2. Jangan mempermainkan perasaan I, nilah binatang  domestik yang paling I TAK SUKA sekali di dalam dunia ini. And I'm not talking just an ordinary lizard okay, ni BAPAK nyer cicak, kecik sikit je daripada biawak commodore (ok tipu, hell lah aku nak tenung2 dia dekat2)

Sungguh heavy drama incident tersebut kerana ianya berlaku 2 kali di dua chalet yang berbeza, ours and my Amma.Appa plak shared his unit with my two brothers.

In short, malam tu I dont think any of us had a good sleep, kalau tido pun maybe dicemari oleh mimipi2 ngeri.

In Mom's unit, ada sekor katak kembung yang refused to leave their room, opted to tertonggok kat belakang pintu, watching them sleep. Boleh ke ko tido ghoper itu?? According to my SIL yang tengah expecting masa tu, she went to the bathroom in the middle of the nite, when she came back to bed, that makhluk dah lompat to her side of the bed, hahhh ko. Guano tu. Seb baik minah ni cool , dia pi berhimpit bedside my aunt. Kalau I , mau aku start keta terus balik ghumah pukul 3 pagi tu.

In Dad's plak, ada makhluk asing ke hapatah yang berbunyi seperti kobau Tijah tercokik biskot mayat pun ada, sukar didefinisikan  bunyi-bunyian yang dihasilkan oleh 'mereka'.

In ours, dengan gigihnya aku angkat matress yang berat macam badak air tu letak dekat pintu, motif?? Senang aku nak lari kalau ada apa2 yang tetiba buat lintas langsung kat situ.

Mula2 En Roberto cam bising2 la apa tah minah ni suka buat hal tengah2 malam. Konon macam macho lah tido sorang kat atas katil because all the kids nak berhimpit ngan I jugak. Yelah of course lah mereka merasakan plan maknyer yang sangat bernas. Si Abang even suggested tidor dalam kereta , boleh? Last2 I dalam mamai2 tetiba I terasa kena peluk lah pulak kan. Bila masa tah dia join kite orang tu. Tak tahan daulat ko.

Akhirnya mentari yang dirindui sepanjang malam, muncul jugak, tak taulah bila masa we all tertido, we woke up to the smell of nasi lemak daun pisang. My brother yang tah tido tah idok malam tu, dah kuar2 subuh2 sepie tu looking for breakfast.

Upon checking out , met the owner of the place. Lied between my teeth all the way. "Best la bang, chalet abang ni" kata saya  (read : macam lahanat lah tempat ko neh apa ko tak penah cuci ke ?")

Abng Roberto Carlos "Dah lama tak rasa tido suasana kampung, tenang jer dengar bunyi cengkerik". Perghhhhh ayat tak ingat, tenang korok mu kalau semalam ko himpit aku sampai tak boleh bernapas tu apa kemendenya bang oii?.

Abang tu senyum sampai ke telinga, siap pesan "Nanti lawat lah website kite orang, kalau nak komen ke apa boleh lah kat situ"

Tu diaaa, siap ada web site lagi. I tak tau lah dia yang bela web site tu atau hantu2 dia yang tolong hapdate.

Apa-apa pun, we all had a good laugh and ada la kenangan jugak. Yang penting,  bila budak orang asli front office tu cakap "Datang Lagi" I jawab dalam hati "Boleh blahh, not in this life"

Paling best the kids boleh cakap okay this time we all ikut cakap Mommy and Daddy, datang sini, next time tolong lah bawak kita orang pergi Universal Studio or Disneyland ok, please we don wan to come here ever again, dengan mata terbeliak-beliak.

Misi yang gagal. Hampeh

POMPUAN GILA (No, I'm not referring it to myself)

How u all handle orang yang sakit hati and cemburukan kita, though we are not like gila babas kaya as if the sole heir of Donald Trump or gorjes tak hengat like Angelina Jolie?? Coz it beats me.

Dont u think it's stupid to be jealous and envious kepada orang lain? Dengki yang dibolehkan dalam Islam is only dengki pada Ilmu Pengetahuan and Amal Soleh saja. Tu pun takderlah Tuhan suruh ko pergi tembak orang yang lebih pandai atau lebih warak daripada kau pun kan, dengki sekadar untuk mencetuskan motivasi dalam diri kita untuk menjadi lebih pandai atau lebih alim je.

One thing sad, from my observation, bangsa yang kerap tak puas hati dengan kelebihan orang adalah bangsa Melayu jugak. Dan2 tu rasa macam nak mengaku keturunan mamak malbari juai karpet or Siam jual pulut durian pun rela.

Why ar?? Tang part aku ada berat berlebihan ni dia tak nak pulak nak dengki.

 Boleh tak u all tolong fikir untuk I apa jenis manusia ni, coz I serious tak tau daripada mana asal kejadian beliau.

One of the girls in the office trying to conceive. Tetiba this mentibang yang kononnya dah tutup kedai 3 years ago pun nak juga memboyotkan dirinya. Well masa she did say yang dia dah tak mo beranak pun because she was dengki kat I jugak coz I did my ligation. So she went and have IUD inserted.See??? Tu pung nak dengki. Kalau nak ikut nafsu kuda I laki bini yang pantang nampak katil tu, well 10 orang pun aku nak beranak Esah wei. Tapi aku tak boleh, sebab kalau aku beranak lagi aku boleh MATI . Ada la pasalnya.

But this pompuan, everytime ada one of us ngandung, she would definately be next. Yalah rezeki dia, tapi sifat kedengkinya tu yang I tak boleh blah.

Tiba-tiba dia claimed she missed her bendera Jepun. Tapi tak nak buat test, n tak nak pulak pi klinik.Pastu confirm kan diri sendiri pregnant (though sikit pun aku tak percaya). So bila we all cakap how lucky she was that she got no morning sickness at all like her previous pregnancies, haaaaa dan-dan tu mencecet ke toilet dan korek tekak berlakon muntah kat dalam toilet tu.Nak je aku doakan terkeluar sekali paru2 dia tu kot tekak.

Lunch tak makan. She said the doctor advised her not to makan carbo. Pengsan tak ko dengar ngandung tak boleh makan carbo?? Kalau aku 3 hari dah Arwah.

Pastu belek2 kain kebaya untuk dipakai di wedding sedaranya in another 6 months time , Boleh?? Nak menipu tapi bodoh. Kalau body ala2 keropok ikan selar tu ada la harapan kot nak pakai kebaya walaupun 7 bulan mengandung, ini tebal cam dunkin donut tu ha.Kantoi sebenarnya.

Dipendekkan cerita, as I expected , keluarlah cerita yang she got miscarriage. Why expected? Well she is the queen of lies. Dah boleh buat hikayat dah cerita panglipur lara puteri saadong dia tuh.

She claimed miscarriage on Friday, but still can go to work on the following Monday, and the best part, terus boleh Solat. She was like "5 months pregnant" at that time kalau diikutkan pembohongan tak bertauliah dia tu. Logic? Bukan kah kalau ko dah 5 bulan preggy, namanya tumpah darah? still birth? And you supposed to be like nyawa2 ikan kan? Ko keturunan seladang ke begitu power sekali, 3 hari dah recover? Tipu tak??

In short, my theory is, she actually missed her period becuse of her sudden weight gain. Hormonal imbalance. So she dah kompang satu kampung that she was expecting, terpaksa lah berlakon. Hence the doctor's advise on her carb intake. Lawak berdarah kan??

Kalau dah namanya taik tu taik jugalah, and she is  a jamban of taik in a form of a human being. She went around around telling everybody that she got miscarriage sebab stress with me and my partner, sedangkan she was not even pregnant in the first place.!!!

And come to think of it, apa yang dia stress sangat pasal we all dua orang ??? She is an account clerk and happened to be so senior and the boss have to listen to her? Apa ko dah nasi kangkang kan boss ??? Knowing her, tak lah mustahil sangat.

Previously she was constantly buat perangai hantu , such as, if ada staff yang cuti or MC, the next day she will follow suit. Tapi she can go holiday and take leave sampai 2 minggu ada sapa kesah??? And her frequent Mondays sick leave or Emergency leaves tu malas nak cerita. Pandai betul penyakit2 dia tu datang only on Mondays or Fridays sahaja.

And she had been the joke in the office for years, tapi sadly she is too foolish to even notice.  She had this perangai busuk that she will buat suara sengau konon2 macam selsema and batuk pura2 macam kambing kena TB is she wants to MC on the next day, boleh???

Me and my partner just got to know that she had been bitching about us behind our back for years now.

A few years ago, she told everybody that we tried to santau her and send JIN (Samsudin?) to her house because we were jealous of her? Poonsss tak? And as the result she have to move from the house because our hantoos were running amok in there.

 Hallooo, if only I want to bela Jin, I would ask the Jin to make myself beautiful, youthful, slimful and richful, and plant me a tree berdaunkan matawang USD kat bilik I la deyyy rather than sending santau to loser like her, whatever for??.Thank you for giving me free pahala anyway.

The truth was, she couldn't afford the house anymore since her husband was having rainy days in his business.They tried to sell the house before but were unable to do that since the house was pledge with 2 loans, house term loan and a mortgage to her hub's business. Sebab tu kena pindah romah. Bank nak lelong. But can u just imagine how bad her jiwa kacau is?? Bahalolnya sebab I was the one who did her sale transaction yang tak berjaya tu, but still she has the nerve to backbite me. Hantu ye??? Tengok pathetic tak minah ni??

And recently she strike again. This time, dengki because of our new born business. To tell the truth, I GOT FUCK*** FED UP with this one lah.

-SIGH-

Kenapakah????

My fren tag me a photo on FB masa zaman kat Uni dulu, time kita orang terjebak dalam aktiviti tidak sihat iaitu ala ala Beauty Pageant Muslimah wakaaaakakahaa , ye joloklah tekak korang sebab aku pun nak muntah hijau bila mengingatkan betapa tak sihatnya minda aku dulu (macam sekarang ni sihat sangat kan).

Muslimahlah sangat kalau pakai kebaya ketat ngan kain belah kan kan...waaaa tak boleh blah.Gediknya aku Ya Allah.

Sebenarnya, ketahuilah dunia bahawa kite orang dipaksa sebenarnya mewakili kolej kite orang, sedikit sebanyak kira kes penganiayaan la ni.

Penting juga untuk u all tahu bahawasanya baju yg I pakai tu pun nostalgic sangat ok... sebab ianya adalah baju kepunyaan Arwah Ibu my fiend yang juga telah kembali ke Rahmatullah herself a few years back. Al-Fatihah Intan Ezany.

Saper yg mulut gatal nak tanya muatkah lagi I pakai baju ni akan kukirim C4 di angin lalu untukmu ye, haipppp

*Kak Ayda and Mrs Nordin jap lagi nanti I sambung kisah jantanz miang semalam okay, peace.

Just Imagine this.....

Uihhh kematu jari penangan Air Asia Free Seat ni, menderita makcik. Oleh kerana website AA sedang jammed macam lebuhraya Bangkok, kita take five dulu lah ye dan menghapdate blog supaya orang tak benci kita.

Ada la orang tanya, mana part 2 kisah orang sakit jiwa tu, sabar ye puan2 , kasi kumpul bahan dulu. Malumlah kisah jiwa kacau kena lah buat ketika jiwa penulis juga tak berapa tune, barulah ada chemistry.

Setelah terbaca blog CPK dan Bapak Gegula mengenai gadis yang memaki hamun pakwenye di dalam LRT itew, I pun rasa terpanggil gak nak bukak hikayat.

Ramai orang kata budak tu tak malu dan bod* (kata2 cercaan haruslah di bintangkan mulai sekarang supaya tak ada muslimah solehah yang sentap membaca blog I) kecuali Nenek Penne, kan dear??.

Bak kata Nenet, korang senang la cakap sebab benda tu tak kena batang hidung korang. I bet semua yang cakap cemtu memang tak ada pengalaman langsung berhadapan dengan laki or pakwe korang yang di caught red handed melakukan jenayah cinta , kan Lyana kan.??

My ex inlaw telah menangkap lakinya sedang merendek di dalam kereta di tepian Tasik Taiping lagi kau...masa tu she was still in her confinement. What say U??? She gagahkan diri bawak motor skodeng lakinya only to find out that. She called me (awat la she chose to call me first, mak emo okay) . I was so shocked and rasa nak pecah dada I. I told her to call her MIL , my MIL also la obviously kan) because tu anak dia and she have to know that her son yang divangakan sesangat tu adalah hantu berbulu babon sahaja adanya.

Tapi sayangnya jodoh tak panjang mereka bercerai gak akhirnya and simply because of that pompuan kecut. But what goes around comes around, genap setahun, that pompuan kecut left coz tak tahan hidup bersama jantanz itu. Hambekk kau.

And cerita yang paling menyayat hati. En Roberto  Carlos (cam best plak bg nama laki Roberto kan?, oklah mulai hari ini nama laki aku adalah Roberto Carlos sehingga aku revised nama lain plak) mempunyai seorang kawan baik sejak sekolah yang bininya juga telah menjadi kawan I la kan. Mamat ni kengkonon intan terpilih la, background ok, career pun ok and nampak muka baik cam Bilal Kg Dusun la lebih kurang. Tapi dah namanya jantan, bilal ka tok siak ka, tetaplah jantan jugak kan.

He cheated on her sejak they all bertunang lagi. Apakah??? Kenkononnya dia telah terlanjur mengcingtai pompuan itu and its hard to turn back poonsss la (cerca sekerat camni je boleh ke Fonzie??) Can u just imagine , malam depa nak nikah tu the pompuan came all the way check in kat hotel near the Mamat punya rumah and threatened to kill herself dengan menelan panadol 20 biji. And Mamat tu pun melayan sebab takut betol2 dia bunuh diri. Deyyyyy sengal takder der nak mati la telan panadol okay, alang2 terjun la from the Penang Bridge kalau tak mati pun nyawa-nyawa ikan or lemas tu confirm la kan.

Bila scheme jalang nya mengagalkan perkahwinan itu tidak berjaya, she has the nerve to gegar pintu pagar rumah depa in the middle of the nite. Gila Psyco.

If korang ada dalam situation his wife ni korang tak rasa nak putus nyawa kah??? Bukan setakat menjerit dalam komuter lagi I rasa, boleh jadi terbalik gerabak tu korang kerjakan.

Pastu senyap sekejap scandal ni. Until the wife bersalin and was sent back to her parents masa confinement.

Being a woman and a wife, instinct adalah tinggi dan berbio aura kan, so she sensed something wrong somewhere.

Tabah lah the wife datang from upnorth via bus express to KL sebab nak raid laki dia. Seperti biasa, siapa yang diajak untuk menjadi spy a.k.a partner in crime??? Of courselah your truly. Pasai apa lah asyik aku je orang nak ajak masa kejadian2 tak comey macam ni, masa pi rambu ramba, lupa plak kat aku ye.

We went to the house (masa ni lakinya sewakan 2 bilik to his friends sejak sebelum depa kawin coz wifey still studying masa tu and menyewa with her friends until she balik kampung to deliver).

I ni dah lemah lemau ketaq lutut semua dah, but she sooo calm and cool.Respect .

Masa kat sana, one of his uncle ada kat rumah tu but chose to upheld his constitutional right to remain silent, cam setannn.

The laki occupy the master bedroom yang sepatutnya menjadi bilik the wife lah when she balik from confinement. But to our dismay the room was locked.

She was so curious to see what's inside (and aku pun sama la kan ) so using a hammer yang dipinjamkan from the Uncle yang chose to remain silent tu (ada unsur paksaan di situ and mungkin juga melihat potensi we all boleh menjadi perempuan gila) we managed to menanggalkan tombol pintu.

Wahhh nak pengsann I bila nampak things that look like bra yg tersusun kat rack dalam bilik tu. Oh copot jantungku Kris Dayanti weiii. And masa tu I cant explain how I felt, sedih sangat. I told my friend to sabar tapi I was chocking with tears myself. I imagined if En Roberto Carlos yang buat perangai huduh tu, what would happen to me and how would I handle situation like that.

But she said nothing, still calm I guess, but I can see clearly in her eyes hatred and frustration, hurt.

She didnt call and yelled at her laki in the LRT, no. But using the hammer she break the bedroom door. Yess , all by herself. So dont underestimate a woman's strengh okay especially when she was heart broken and especially when she is her confinement, MEROYAN that is.

So we got our selves in. And betul lah bra, panties , baju pompuan tu, her expensive perfumes semua ada dalam bilik tu. Obviously she was living with him!!!

Imagine, imagine. Sigh, I just dont have the heart to continue my story......

Aunty Mary Elizabeth

There was an Indian lady named Mary (Elizabeth tu I saja tambah supaya ianya lemak berkrim).

I met her a few times during my chambering days, those dreaded - feel like jumping from the bridge- every day-and wish I'm dead - and went to straight to heaven days.

She was always loitering around the Klang Court Complex and Commuter Station.

Easily spotted and although far from being a sight for  sore eyes, she would always get a stare from people.

A fragile looking old lady in her 60's, she would be mistaken for an older version of Cyndy Lauper (despite the colour tone lah of course).

Wearing a  hair band with lots of rose buds on her short wavy white hair with  a little bit shades of auburn here and there, she used to carry her tote bag and plastics of God knows what's inside around klang town. Her blouses would always be a bright coloured, usually orange or red and paired with a contrast knee lenght skirt and not forgetting her long bright stokings, couldnt leave home without it.

Many at times, she was seen talking to herself babbling and murmuring something. Some would referred her as senile old woman.

I doubted that. There was nothing wrong with her I think, well maybe she had a weird sense of fashion. Beside that for me she was just a lonely old woman with lot of stories to tell, and she had a kind of thick British accent like Jaime Oliver (is that what u call cockney Esah??) She was no doubt, one classy babe.

Sometimes she was okay, friendly and easy. But sometimes she would be so grumpy and scolded every body around her.

Once,  she came to my office,my my. Terkezuttt mak. Whatever for lah that brought her there.

She gave a long lecture to one of my staff upon seeing her drinking air sirap. She said that air sirap contained some artificial colouring that may caused cancer and bla bla the sermont continued.

I must admit, I never had a pleasant thought about that woman before, but upon listening to her babbling about health , I changed  my perspective towards her. Mana ada orang gila cemtu kan, gila bayang mungkin la.

She went to see my senior clerk asking whether she could serve a summon against British Immigration for denying her an entry to London simply because they "dont see that she had a proper business" to go there. LOL. Maybe they were judging her look, or maybe she was imagining things, I dont know.

Then , I saw her at the commuter station. I just came back from Klang Court and going to Court Mammoth he he tak ler. My friend and I was on our way to the Bar Council in KL when she approached us.

She saw our files and suddenly freaked out saying that lawyers are liars. She continued cursing and we were like, oh mati la kita  kemaluan di situ because people were staring. And did I mentioned it was raining??? Oh tragis sekali bila dua orang gadis  (ke?) dimarah oleh seorang nenek yang berbaju merah, berskirt hijau, berstoking kuning dan berpayung ceti di dalam hujan renyai-renyaian.We couldnt go any where since it was raining and we had no umbrella.

Surprisingly, when the train came, she hurried us and insisted to memayungi kami berdua, ohwww baik la pulak nenek ni, tadi marah macam nak mak si tenggang nak menyumpah anaknya menjadi batu .

In the train, she sat behind us walaupun I berdoa supaya scene lecturing di luar tadi tidak diteruskan di dalam gerabak pulak.

We heard that she was talking to a group of Kelantanese chap whom were making fun of her. Kesian la plak.

Those boys were eating buah salak and she asked the name of the fruit. They said in pure Kelantanese English "This is buoh salak or sometimes we called ular sawo becos it look like ular sawo"

And they gave her some to try but she didnt liked it.

She got down somewhere soon but before that, she hand us a few cents, RM1 coins and a few more.

U wont believed it , she wanted us to donate the money to whatever fund to help nail the killer of Allahyarham Suzaily , a girl who was brutally raped and murdered by a bus driver tuh.

She was not just one classy babe, but she was good at heart too.

That was the last time I saw her. Soon after, I heard she was killed in a fire. She was alone in the house, trapped. And obviously she was living alone.

R.I.P Aunty Mary.

Dunia Hari Ini Dipenuhi oleh Orang Yang Sakit Jiwanya - part 1

I was telling my dearest friends Kay and TM the other day on my feelings towards manusia yang berhasad dengki dan busuk hati kepada orang lain. And they encouraged me to pen it down in my blog, well , itulah gunanya kita berblog pun kan, to share our thoughts and feelings with OUR friends.

Just as I intended to do the same, I saw a comment on my previous post from this orang cacat otak yang tetiba sakit hati kat I although I dont even know her/him and mengutuk-ngutuk I kat MY BLOG. Sungguh mulia dan terpuji si dia itu yang siap cakap I ni kena tahan kastam sebab banyak dosa. Wah, malaikat pun tak boleh determine and mengukur dosa insan, apatah lagi manusia, and this person can!!! Amazing.. betul, nampaknya blog I semakin popular , tidak sahaja dibaca oleh manusia malahan makhluk lain juga. Sila tepuk semua orang... I pun cadangkan pada si FONZIE ni, tukarlah nama menjadi MAKSUM yang bermaksud suci daripada dosa, buat apa letak nama cam Yahudi bukak kedai roti.

Atau mungkinkah dia ni Fasha Sandha yang retaliate kat I sebab I join group "I hate Fasya Sandha "  on FB hari tu?? Atau dia jeles sebab Kak Ji Esah and CK ajak I ngedate?? Apakah ? Apakah??

 What beats me is wujudnya manusia2 yang tak ada kerja but to baca blog orang dan mengutuk2 blogger yang langsung tak dikenali. As if they are so full of hatred and try to luahkan all the kebencian and ill feelings towards apa2 tah yang terjadi dalam hidup mereka dalam komen box orang, contohnya mungkin dia pernah didera atau dicabul agaknya kot. So sickening.

I know ramai my blogger friends dah kena serangan penyakit ni, Bapak Gegula, Kak Ezza, Kak Shana and Anija to name a few.Even Kak Nani yang rupawan and pandai masak tu pun ada orang sakit hati.

My question is why ada orang gila yang berpenyakit gila vavi camni??? Daripada mana asal usul penyakit itu?? Daripada kandang vavi kah???Tapi kenapa tauke vavi tak pernah pun kena serang penyakit ni.

Enough about this orang kurang upaya otak.Lepas ni korang buat blog sendiri pastu kutuk lah semua blogger yg korang tak berkenan, pastu advertise blog korang kat bill board tepi hi way Utara-Selatan tu, sebab sure lah semua blogger akan guna hi-way tu bila nak balik kampung kan, and jgn lupa bukak akaun nuff nang sekali, nanti kerja ko ngoblogging sesia je.Seriously, korang memang sakit, and penyakit macam ni hanyalah boleh diubati dengan kekuatan Iman dan selalu istighfar ok. Err korang tau ke istighfar tu cemana???