7 Things

7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die(in no particular order):

1) Try pottery. There’s something incredibly sexy about it. I can’t really say. It could be how the hands move steadily and gracefully at moulding a piece of clay into art or it could also be the posture one carries while at it. I don’t know but I’m deeply fascinated!

2) Finish off karate I left off in primary to which I ditched for gymnastics. Hopefully I get to black belt this time.

3) Grow old with the love of my life, whoever he might be. Have beautiful, intelligent and well brought up children and give them the best they can get, just like how my parents have provided for me. InsyaAllah, live long enough to see my children prosper and bestowed the same if not better.

4) Perform hajj–and umrah again.

5) Travel around the world with my partner and make a scrapbook of all the places I went and things I did.

6) I’ve done parasailing (awsome!) and very keen on bungee jumping but considering how my parents would freak at the very thought, I’ll settle for white water rafting.

7) Design my own house and die rich. Hahahahaha!!!

7 Things I Can Do:

1) Cartwheels. Hooyeaaa, make me and I’ll show you!

2) Cook decent meals; rendang, asam pedas(hidup orang Melaka!), sambal(my all-time fav), masak merah, etc. Nobody has flopped down and died so far so I’m assuming my cooking is edible. Heheh.

3) Text while I drive (it’s not right, I know).

4) Lie with a straight face (I don’t usually lie so it happens on extremely rare occasions).

5) My friends say I have this ‘look’. Or rather ‘looks’. I don’t know what they mean by it. *bats eyelash*

6) Drive more than 150km/h (okay it’s 160, don’t tell my dad).

7) Put thoughts into words; write. Stories, poetries, love letters. Ahaaa.

7 Things I Cannot Do:

1) Play chess. Because I get irritated by how slow the game is.

2) Swim. I have tried and tried yet have not succeeded. I’m still trying.

3) Study while listening to music. It irks me when people blare out music when I am.

4) Lie to my mother (not that I lie to my dad).

5) Live/stay with someone who doesn’t have a sense of humour.

6) Wear heels. Enough said.

7) Run in heels.

7 Celebrity Crushes:

1) Dermot Mulroney (actor of My Best Friend’s Wedding).

2) Freddie Prinze Jr.

3) Richard Gere (sue me!).

4) Matt Dillon.

5) Matthew McConaughey when he’s not blond.

6) Angelina Jolie (yes, even we women).

7) Jason Priestly (as a kid, I did).

7 Often Repeated Words:

1) Dammmittt!!!

2) Yehhh?

3) Ohooo!

4) Bugger.

5) Ffffffff!

6) Apa dia?

7) Heyy.

7 Things That Attract Me to the Opposite Sex:

1) Intelligence.

2) Eyes.

3) Piousness.

4) Ability to speak and write fluent English.

5) Sense of humour.

6) Modesty and humbleness.

7) Honesty.

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When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, “I used everything you gave me.” –Erma Bombeck

Adorable Girls

I was over at the clinic today and was waiting for my little brother’s name to be called in when the most adorable little girl came in. I swear she was sooo cute I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She had this Japanese haircut(the straight fringe cut across the forehead) and had these beautiful round eyes that seemed to light up everytime she smiled. I wish I had had my camera with me or I would’ve snapped a picture of a complete stranger’s daughter in a clinic(how bizarre could that get!).

I had to fight urges of going to her and hug her till she suffocated. Really, it was a struggle. She had an equally cute jovial sister who bobbed around showing off her matching dimples(to me she was, at least–jealous!). As it is when I’m around at home, I can’t get through a day without kissing my little brothers. One day, they’ll grow big like the other two are and kissing them wouldn’t be as fun anymore *sniff sniff!*.

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Cute little beings; my cousins.

Aren’t cute little toddlers just the best?

*naz signs off into childhood fantasy mode*

Children make you want to start life over. –Muhammad Ali

Dazed

I was driving alone on my way for terawih prayers today. Just as I was making a right turn toward the street heading to the mosque, a motorbike out of nowhere emerged on my side and hit the side of my car. I was soo shocked! The guy fell off his bike right near me. Terrified, I pulled over and got out. Luckily the guy didn’t suffer any injuries.

He justified the situation but obviously claimed that I was in the wrong. I on the other hand swore that I never saw him coming. Determined not to make chaos, I apologized profusely claiming guilty. The azan had ended and I was already late for prayers. Not to mention the incident happened near a mamak’s place and a whole bunch of ’em came over. I decided to better just apologize than kena pukul or something. However they were nice, they asked if my car suffered any damages but there was clearly none.

The guy whom I just knocked down then came over and said something about accidents happen all the time and was surprisingly trying to ease me. Whatever he said then didn’t really register in me coz my mind was all over. But I remember this,

Guy : Saya pun takde apa-apa so tak apala kak(I’m pretty sure I’m younger than him). Kakak pun baik, takde marah-marah pandang rendah dekat saya. Kalau tak, saya pun marah. Kakak bayar saya RM15 sudahla.

Me : Sorryla, saya betul-betul tak nampak awak. (I blabbed on something else then quickly handed him the money.)

Thinking I must’ve been terrified being all alone and all… he smiled and extended his hand. (Batal air sembahyang aku!)

Guy : Takpela kak saya pun takde apa-apa. Sikit-sikit saje.

Me : I’m very sorry aaa.

Guy : Tak apalah kak. (He was all smiles and extended his hand yet again for another handshake.)

… And I quickly drove off for prayers.

I used to wonder how I’d face something like this all alone and it really happened tonight. Sembahyang pun jadi tak khusyuk. My mind kept reverting to the incident. Thank God it was a very minor one and no one was hurt. I’d hate to imagine the guilt if something worse had happened.

Everything that occurred after that was all a daze to me…

Eventually, One Runs Out Of Titles

Sometimes I’m so tempted to close down this blog and start anew. Begin afresh and write anonymously without having to restrict what I write and consider the feelings and judgement of others. I really am soo tempted.

On a lighter note, I have now advanced another level in my karate skills(blue belt, yaaaayyyy!!!)… so excuse me while I go kick some ass.

Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book, your composition of yourself is at stake. –E.L. Doctorow

Dear Shrooms…

    Happy Anniversary! =)

    Je t’embrasse,
    Baby Tru.

A Glimpse Of My Life

Thanks to Fatin for tagging.

20 years ago, 1985

1) I was almost 2 years old living in Singapore on Cairnhill Road with my parents. It was a beautiful place with ample of space for me to ride my bike in or play with my plush toys.

2) I was the first child and everything was pretty much brand new. At noon, I’d sit with my mom on the couch watching Sesame Street.

3) Sometimes, I was sent over to an aunt’s while my mom went for her cooking and sewing class. She’d pick me up in the evening and let me sample whatever she had been baking that day if there was any to bring home. I always looked forward to whenever she made pizza and oh how I squealed with joy when she cuts me a slice and the mozzarella cheese just stretches before my eyes.

4) My first brother was also born in October that year.

5) Absolutely looooovvvved those machines you put coins in and ride on. I used to call them dagdug, pronounced daahg-doog.

6) I hated it when my dad bathed me (very seldom, only because my mom was tendering to my baby brother then) but whenever he did, he used to shampoo my hair and let all the foam cover my face thus stinging my eyes. I would cry everytime he bathed me and demand for my mom.

7) I used to bug my mom while she cooked. Once, she got so irked while I played around with her jar of salt that she gave me a spoonful of it. I puked and never bugged her again. Resorted to playing masak-masak on my own… far from the kitchen. She still laughs of the incident when I bring it up.

10 years ago, 1995

1) I was in Standard 5 and decided I’d wear a tudung to school beginning that year.

2) I also ran for my house for the 200m relay on Sports Day. We came in second which wasn’t so bad. Now I have too much excess baggage to even run 50m. Haha!

3) During an English test, I was once denied half a mark from scoring a perfect 100 just because my lowercase ‘e’ looked like a ‘c’.

4) My paternal grandfather died that year too during the month of Ramadhan.

5) Went to Club Med, Cherating with family friends on vacation and it had to be among the best holiday ever! They have this superb international buffet to which I and my dad (we share this same hobby) piled up rounds and rounds of yummmyyy, mouth-watering foreign delicacies.

6) Most of all, 1995 was a year I got to know one of my best buddy, Munirah =)

5 years ago, 2000

1) 5 years ago was honeymoon year. I was hoping to get into boarding school after achieving good grades but well… I never got into any. Reason: Private school students don’t exactly qualify (bias!).

2) Representated my school in an elocution competition which I ermm… lost because I forgot my lines. Chiahaha! The next day, I presented the same piece in front of the school during assembly (fared way better!) and wondered why no one laughed at my opening joke contrary to during the competition. Such sengal schoolmates.

3) Late that year, I earned the position of deputy head prefect (only for a few months) before I moved to another school and got replaced.

4) Started wondering why the hell I got myself into science stream after having a dose of Additional Math.

5) Our Vice Principal then, Mrs. Chong even voiced out how she thought I was more inclined towards Arts stream. Sometimes, you just gotta do what you hafta do, not always what you wanna do, Ma’am.

6) It was a fun year, got active in drama performances, poem recitals, choirs, debates, sports and such. Had good close-knit friends and enjoyed that year to a fulfilling extent.

Last year, 2004

1) Tertiary level has been very trying for me. I’m loving everything minus the academic part. I’m so not cut to be an engineer. Maybe I’ll become a teacher or a full-time housewife in the future.

2) In love but got devastatingly heartbroken because of something I guess was never there to begin with. Until God opened another door…

3) My first experience hanging on to the sides of a catamaran, holding on for dear life while watching out for my head! Had a go at parasailing and jet-skiing for the first time too!

4) Little Khadija died of cancer.

5) Reunited with old friends from back in Paris during a wedding ceremony.

6) Ermm, does the tsunami count?

10 years from now, 2015

1) InsyaAllah blissfully married to the love of my life encircled with beautiful children.

2) Perhaps engaged to a job I’m genuinely interested in which I have yet to figure out.

3) Can afford some extras for myself and family.

4) Happy and content with life, surrounded by family and good friends.

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George Thomas: At the end of the day, life is just this big wall of reality that we all crash into. “Ally McBeal” (1997)

Wedding Bells

I had the weirdest dream last night. I was all dressed up to wed(!!!) not knowing who my groom would be. It was a beautiful garden wedding, pretty white flowers everywhere, arches carefully intertwined with delicate ivory flowers and a whole lot of guests.

I remember being anxious. Family and friends were complimenting on how pretty I looked(I was dressed up in a traditional Malay songket– yes, at a garden party!) and calming me down as I was sweating madly.

I just couldn’t fathom why I didn’t know who I was going to marry. Normally you have surprise birthday parties right? Mine was a sort of like a surprise wedding only that I knew I was getting married but not to who. Get it?

I was just standing there before the guests waiting for my mystery man to appear and guess who emerged as the most awaited? He’s not my idol nor my crush… but the mysterious groom was Johnny Depp(!!!!!!!). Apparently he was madly in love with me.

I think I’ve gone crazy it’s even affecting my dreams. I certainly hope weddings in the future never end up to be like this. Not knowing who you’re about to marry until the wedding itself, scary thought!

Do you think it’s a sign? Not Johnny Depp I mean, perhaps someone rich? Hopefully not famous. I have never had a penchant for mat salehs, am I to be proved wrong? Haha. Pheww, scary wey!