Hasnah

Whenever I see full moon and bright stars at night, they always bring me unexplained happiness. Try to write about it.. but nothing come out.. I just can say, "look.. it’s beautiful"
But takut jugakk… kot kot ader warewolf ker… harimau jadian kerrr… bukan ker benda benda tu smua jadi maser bulan mengambang.. ishh.. takuttt

Whenever I hear heavy raindrops, my childhood memory comes back. We gathered at the window, looked at our backyard, consisted of old cemetery and little forest.. wishing that the
rain will go away because we wanted to play. Tapi skang ni… takut jadik banjir kilat..kang tak sempat balik umah..baju tak angkat lagiii…

Whenever I see the after ‘asar’ sky, soft and colourful, I wish that I am somewhere that I wanted to be so badly. Time tu laa bleh khayal nak p Paris la.. London la.. balik kampung laaa

Ishh…. sib baik KL ni takder 4 musim.. kalu tak lagi panjang aku bebel heheheheh
See you next season..

At last, I went to Tugu Negara. Yes, first time in my life I went to Tugu Negara. What a great achievement. The ‘hari ini dalam sejarah’ falls on 15 April 2007. Normally I just see it from the mainroad. I never know that our heroes looked like mat salleh those days, with strong jaw and sharp nose hehehe… who is the engineer?

One of my ‘azam tahun baru’ being fulfilled. I still have a long list to be completed.  Anyone who want to congrats me.. please do it quickly .. muahahahahaha

There are several things that I need to upgrade in my life.

1. Sense of Directions
I try to open my eyes, look around for the signboards and landmarks. Yesterday, I was confident  went to Lembah Pantai via Jalan Bangsar, but I end up calling my friend, which way to take. Now I know the way and hopefully next time I don’t have to make my friend on ’stand by’ mode because Hasnah is driving alone.

2. Reading between the lines
The other word for it is ‘Blur tahap Gaban’. People can talk and I don’t even notice that they were talking about me. "oitt.. mender gelak gelak.. cakap arr.. aku nak gelak gak"
That’s my official sentence. I will miss the fun if I keep continuing like this. I need to be more ALERT. This is the desease and hopefully it’s contaminated.. so that I will  not be alone muahahahah

3. Forgetful and insensitive
This is the part that always lead me into trouble. Still trying my best for this part

4. Stubborn
Please see the details in number 3. This is the output from people around me.

So, I would like to say sorry to those who were or will be ‘touched’ by my lacking behaviour. I will try to be a better person because I don’t want to be answerable to GOD when HE asks about my attitude.

The problem is, I keep forgetting about it…*sigh
Anyone wanna help?

Part one: Genting

I am one of people who’s incharge for a summer camp, held by one of the internation school in KL.
I need to monitor them for trips around KL. The first trip is to Genting.
How am  I imvolve with it? please don’t ask because the answer will be complicated.
There are around 90 students and approx 50 or so them hate me.
hahahahahahh…..because I am strict and fierce.
Do you know how hard for me to maintain my serious face and I need more fisherman’s friend that I can imagine? It was unspeakable tiring.This is my first time but I passed the first week successfully. Try yerself and you will know what I am talking about.
I will survive!!!!!!

Close toes and at least strap back, that is new footwear office policy. For those who opposed it (like me) will be given love letter (show cause letter) if any accident happened.
Bye bye to my seliper jepun like sandal…. bye bye to pedicured nails, and welcome PCK limited boot like footwear.
At first, it was just a laughing matter.. but things getting more serious after a while.
All of us must go shopping… new footwear. We just can go to one section only of every shoel outlet. The comfy one was looked like my mothers sandal and the up to date one will eat your feet ALIVE!
First attempt:
NOSE RM60+. After 3 hours wearing them, they were starving and starting eating my feet. End of the day, throw it away. I am not the only whose being eaten by them that. Before they kill me, its better for me to kill them first.. KILL KILL KIL DIE DIE DIE. That experimenatal shoes rest in peace at the bottom shelve in the closet
Second attempt:
The cheap shoes. All in three colours. Why 3? coz they are soo cute (that is unintelligent side of me). Yes, they are cute, but they are not meant to be together with baju kurung. They are flat. A friend said that I looked like off duty makcik cleaner when wearing baju kurung. Since they are so cute and unedible at the shoes poin of view, I will keep them and wear with right cloth, but not baju kurung.
Third attempt:
BATA, everybody knows BATA. Yeah.. the design is so ‘in trend’ in 80’s. It’s not going so well with my baju kurung but I think they should make peace at least.
Solution:
Will wear sport shoes whenever possible hahaha.. just dreaming.
Talking about shoes, normally I have 3 pairs only. One for office wear, the one that I think can blend in with baju kurung , pants or skirt. One for outing, normally sporty coz it was so comfy, energy saver and multi purpose ( can kejar bas heheh) and the third one I called ’selipar jepun’ which is not so Jepun but act like Jepun. With my current shoes situation, I think I am going to make a will, to whom they will go after I die.

There are two types of people that can make your life going haywire.

One is the one who was given a task but don’t do it.

One is the one who was given a task but do another task, not his or her own task.

Both types of people can drive me crazy and I’d seen the first type more than the second type.

I really feel like shooting the Mayans

From the place when I was growing up, your genetic played essential role of how the people going to treat you. Unfortunately, being a muggle blooded, all you can get was a second class citizen treatment.

It was planted inside the memory of these second class citizen and nothing much can say. The feeling was like when you passed by a group of aborigines dancing around the fire while some of them were beating drums, they will just stop dancing and threw the drums and everything they can grab at you. The only crime that you did was stepping at their beautiful grass and accidentally looking at them. That feeling was not beautiful.

On that time, what I needed was a good escapism. Good escapism will lead to a good ending and everybody will live happily ever after.

And now, I had the same feeling and searching for a good escapism is not easy.

With lot of prayer, wish me luck

Last night, I received a love letter from one my the student at tuition center, where I teach part time. The letter was under my viper, which I tot warning letter from the guard house that I overlooked for the whole week (yeahh.. knowing me… it’s possible I did not notice it) It was sooo funny and made me called the close ones and chat about it for a longer time. We had a good laugh last nite.

The content of the love letter, started with ‘my biodata’ and he told me everything about himself including fav food, one of it was "ice pop". What the he** is ice pop? During my time, it was only ‘ais kerim Malaysia perisa asam boi’. We don’t have ice pop. So, in the biodata again told me about his age (secondary school), fav colors, ambition and IC number. Phew!! everything you need to know about a person.

I took me back, the first time I received a love letter. I was 10 years old. I can’t tell you exactly how’s the feeling inside. It was like someone playing aborigines drum and they were dancing around the fire. The boy was cute, fair skin and brown hair. Then, a year later another love letter from a boy, a school athlete, tall, dark and funny. The last one was during UPSR, the boy who was taller than me. I was 154cm back then and only few boys were taller than me. Never seen them after finished primary school.

Ok, finished about my little puppy love. About the boy last nite. He seems so sincere and started the letter with full arabic words of "Assalamualaikum" and starting the jumble mumble sentences that he wanted to "berkenalan". I really think that he was sincere and brave.

When we grow up, some of us hide our love to somebody that we like sooooo much. We do not show that we care. Why? because we are afraid or we used to have bad experience. We hide our feeling and it leads us nowhere. Sometimes, we we like the person because of what he/she is posessed. He has a big car, big wallet, big company and big belly (oopss!!) There was no sincerity there.

Dont’t worry, I am not going to call him I dont even know which one is the boy …

P/s: I need to post a love letter, but don’tknow who is the receipient yet

Uishh.. banyak sungguh blog aku ari ni.. Cam balas dendam laks.. bukannnn… bukan balas dendam, tapi idea yg terkumpul ini perlu di salurkan ke jalan yang benar. Peh tu PC ni lak free.

Ari ni sessi jalan jalan carik makan, aku nak citer pasal one more Thai food, Khanom Jin.

Tok sah panik, khanom Jin ni kot melayu nyer ialah laksa, Iyerrr.. laksa.. tapi ingredient dier lain cket laa.. especially tang ulam dan kuah. Kuah dia ader kuning , yg asal dari thailand dan yg kaler putih, samer cam kauh laksam kelantan. Tapi lasksa dia halus halu , besar cket dari meehoon. Haa.. nak resipi? lam internet banyak. Ulam ulaman dia tak di potong, tapi letak sepokok sepokok gitu.. lam bekas besar. Peh tu bleh di makan sesedap rasa. Dan ader satu lagi lam gamaq ni tak tunjuk, cili padi goreng. Cili padi togel togel tuu , peh tu di goreng sampai garing. kaler dia kan jadik maroon gelap dan pedasnyer masih bertahan. Ni adalah salah satu makanan raya kat area kampung aku.

Ini pulak adalah adegan kisah benar semasa raya. sayang nyer bila luper nak amik gamaq ‘before’ attack heheheh

Iaitu selepas adegan makan ketupat.

Lets say…

one day you do not see me anymore,

You can’t get in touch with me,

You don’t know where to find me,

And you really want to know where am I.

I might be here

one of the most beautiful place on earth

where you can bring your own pillow, mat and food, lie down and nobody is going to disturb you, except for the local goats

And the best part is, this is my kampung

Yeah.. I am kampung girl