Me and my uncoordinated self

I'm definitely a pro when it comes to embarrassing myself in front of everybody. But my specialty is of course, slipping and falling.

Ok.
Let me just list down a few off the top of my head.

In UMS alone,

• I once fell in front of the library. Was walking alone at the time and I was quite sure nobody was looking.
• I stumbled and fell hard and hurt my knee on my way up the stairs to my hostel room.
• I knocked myself silly (with a BIG LOUD BANG) after I ran my head into a huge stupid sign board. (on my defense, the sign board was too low and i was walking with my head down) My friends were practically rolling with laughter for what seemed like hours.
• And a few others..

One time I fell right outside the back entrance of Low Yat. And when I say Low Yat, u can bet there were many witnesses. And I fell to a prostrate position summore. Sujud ngkau. Lutut lebam sebulan. Sakit weyh time nak sujud betul-betul. Hahah!!

And just a few days ago I fell, not before I did a bit of some wiggly wobbly dance routine, on a bowling lane. Right after I released my ball down the lane.

*Maybe there's no need to mention I've also proudly threw the bowling ball backwards a coupla times before*

May I remind u that those were just SOME of my unfortunate moments. The truth is, these things happen to me ever since I can remember. Having scraped my knee ALMOST EVERYTIME I started running.

Dulu, laa...

Uuuuu...!! I remembered another one that happened end of last year. I got run over by a kid. The kid was on a bicycle. With training wheels. At the main entrance of a shopping mall in Penang. I nearly kissed the floor. No kidding. I was holding an open umbrella. Imagine.


Anyhoo, I came across this blog where the writer shares this wonderful trait with me. Her latest 'incident' cracks me up BIG TIME. I can totally relate.

And I think you should read it too. Lawak giler dowh. HERE. ^_*

I'm thinking my abnormally small feet have something to do with my terrible balance. But I'm not too sure =p

It makes perfect sense, doesn't it?

Nice photography of muslim women like this, is quite rare on the net. 

Know what my favourite part of this picture is? The scarf around the bag. And the bag. Simple n nice. Baju dia pn cantik. Simple. Xde corak apa pon. Hihi.

Hijabi Girls Trailer from alexandra viets on Vimeo.

Just found out about this video. It's pretty cool. Never knew there IS such a film.

So the truth is, women are like precious gems. Yes we are! hihi...

If you have something so precious and so incredibly expensive and so impossibly rare, would you leave it out in the open?

OF COURSE NOT! You would keep it safe in a locked box, maybe even in a bullet proof safety vault!

If you were to show it off pun, you would surely protect it with the highest possible level of protection, siap ada laser-laser lg kat tepi2 dia, dgn pakcik guard duduk sebelah pegang senapang. Kan?! 

That's how we women ARE! GOD asked us to cover to protect us. Because we are special. *Ehem* It was never an act of oppression, like what you see on International TV.

So long as we understand the fact that whatever it is that God ask us to do is for our own good, we're good.

Like images of Virgin Mary, Mother Teresa, and many other pious women all over the world. There must be a reason why they cover, right? And they're definitely not oppressed.
^_^

Halololohhhh Omel Omel nyer dierrr...meghelip tawww.

 I constantly have to remind myself of this. Because we are all learning, every second of the day. For we are merely human. We make mistakes, we rebel, we forget. But there's always chance to improve. ALWAYS.

BEFORE the day we breath our last breath. BEFORE the world crumbles into teeny-tiny pieces and dissappear entirely until all that is left is God alone. The one and only Allah. And only after that, we will be brought back to life, and suffer the consequences. *shivers*


Muka innocent je. Hugs!

 It's NEVER easy to be a good person. To be a good servant of God.

So don't judge, until you've walked a mile in their shoes. Let Allah judge us. What's in our innermost hearts.

May Allah keep me grounded, shelter me with love and kind reminders, protect me from my own worst enemy ~ myself.

So yeah.

Muslim women are not oppressed. Quite the contrary, we are liberated.

If you're interested, check out this fiction from Umm Zakiyyah,



If I Should Speak

 And a lot more from this incredible author. One of my favourites, without a doubt.

Check it out, check, check it out y'all.

-______-"

Ok Imma shut up now.

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This was my home more than a year ago. Owh how much i miss it.

The cooking disasters, the open houses, the birthday surprises, the sleepovers, the midnight chats....Not to mention the tears and the guilt in between.

The truth is, I grew up so much in that very house.

The space is big. Bigger than most apartments we see these days. Make an appointment and come over to see for yourself. And the company? If you're a bit 'OFF' like us, you're gonna love them =p.

Excelsa di hatiku. FOREVER. ^_^

Selamat Pengapit Baru.

For the first time in my life, I was a bridesmaid. Tp rasanya salah la... Pengapit, bukan bridesmaid. I don't think their roles are remotely the same at all, kan?

Ok. So it was my first experience being a pengapit. Been a flowergirl one too many times tho T_T. Memang bidan terjun giler. PENGAPIT TERJUN, to be exact.

It was my cousin's wedding. Supposedly, age wise, on my father's side, I was next on the line to get married. For girls, anyway. As for my mother's side, I was the first in line since the day I was born T___T. So it was like quite a pressure being at the wedding..even more so when you're chosen to be the pengapit. Tapi i cool.

But that's a different story.

The wedding was in Miri. I live in Bintulu. Bintulu-Miri is like a two-hour-drive, plus plus. The thing is, I brought only ONE pair of baju kurung. I thought the kenduri was like a one day event, nikah terus bersanding pastu habis. Boy, was i wrong. DAHLA BAWAK SEPASANG JE, JADI PENGAPIT PULAK TU!!

MAKANYA, saat pengantin mau dinikahin, i ended up wearing

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THIS.

So there I was, staying close to the bride. Holding on to her bouquet of flowers, while looking SO OUT OF PLACE. Malewww dowh.

Kau duduk dendiam situ. Degil eh..



Pengapit Rugged. Buang tebiat.

 

With 1/6 of my cousins. I have a lot more.





Yang paling tua jgk buat perangai tak senonoh tak pakai baju kurung.

 






My cousin Emma and her husband.


The next day. Hari persandingan. Kebetulan pulak baju yg i bwk sama kaler ngan pengantin. Purple jugak. Tapi pengapit lelaki takde baju purple, dia pakai baju melayu putih. Bolelaa...

Ok. Much better. Tapi mcm nenek2 pulak.

Sebenarnya blur-blur jadi pengapit ni. Kengkadang tak sure nak buat apa. Lap-lap peluh kt muka pengantin, lap-lap tangan n dahi masa tepung tawar, betulkan veil, angkat ekor baju. Ikut pengantin ke hulu ke hilir. Basically tu je la...hahah! Amateur.

With more of my cousins.

EH, I also helped the bride tukar-tukar baju, tukar-tukar jewelleries. Pastu kan, masa tu dia bukak rantai emas dia dan disebabkan tgh kalut nk cepat, tak tau nak simpan kat mana, she asked me to wear it around my neck for a while. So i did. And I wore all the way back to Bintulu. Ngahahah! Dah smpi rumah baru perasan.

Beware. Pengapit Pencopet. Sila jangan ambil khidmat dia untuk jadi pengapit anda.

Pictures courtesy of saudara-mara, pakcik dan makcik yang upload kat facebook. Sekian, terima kasih.

Check out who's in the news!!

Mode: Lupa Daratan.

Had the oppotunity to attend an appreciation dinner for the local press last weekend. Definitely a first for me. It was fun. We told jokes, shared experiences, and after a few flown beef and prawns galore, we were laughing like a bunch of hyenas on the loose. LAWL.

The best part is...cekidauddddddd.

Utusan Borneo 21/02/2011



Not sure which paper this one is,





Sin Chew Daily, 21/02/2011

 My face was plastered on 7 newspapers that day. Malay, Chinese, English and Iban papers all lah..


WhO dA MaN!!?? I'm dA MaN!!

Ok. Imma shaddap now. Bye.

I won!

Wanna know what i've won?

I won a RM150 voucher for Ajmal Perfumes!! *cue applause*

I came across this giveaway here. Memula sesaja je join contest ni sbb cam xramai yg join. Sekali menang pulak eh eh.

Here was my winning entry LOL bongkak T_T.

Actually i stumbled upon her blog sometime around last year while i was doing some blog hopping.
She's got lots of nice pictures and she's one of those lucky ones who always get free tickets and vouchers and stuff like that. So yeah..

tak sabar nk turun kl redeem voucher hohoh.

Patah sayap bertongkat dagu

Jentayuuuuuu.....
I must admit, this post is loooooong overdue. Almost 3 weeks i think. Dh berkulat kot. I've been busy(konon).

But still, just to stay on track..here's a tribute.

Remember my post a few months back?

The thing is, she left. Kiki Lala has left the building!

Not because I was mean to her (I hope not)...but because she got a better offer, working with the government. Sob sob...

So now I'm back to square one.

As if her leaving wasn't depressing enough for me, she went on and left me messages here and there.

In the drawer,



In between the pages of the log books.

In the filing cabinet. (this one's a long one)

Benci.

Dah tau orang sensitif tahap mintak simpati, saje je wat benda-benda tak berpatutan sebegitu rupa. Tak memasal air mata bergenang keseorangan di pagi syawal. Cis. ;-(

Oh well, what i was trying to say was, thank you.

You have helped me a lot through those 2 months.

I would be drowning in my own workload if you didnt come and take me to the shore. Seriously.

Thank you for putting up with my crap, my rubbish, my nonsense.
Thank you for all the gossips, the stories and the secrets.
Makseh layan kmk membebel/merepak n makseh slalu membebel/merepak ngan kmk. MUAHAHAH!

Thank you, my friend ^_^

*Syiqin, terharu sik? touching kan? Over jak hoo...maka rumah dekat jak =p*