.hoolaalaa.

Last night was…

INTENSE!

HIDDINK MUST HAVE THOUGHT HE COULD BEAT ITALY ONCE AGAIN but the azzuri beat the aussies to make it for the quarter final! With some luck, Totti beat Schwarzer with a shot from the penalty spot. Thank God, they really needed that! They played quite well during the opening minutes, running harder against the Aussies but when Materazzi was sent off shortly after half time they began to panic. Oh well, so was I and the rest of the Azzuri’s fans. They looked pathetic and worn out, trying to liven up their attacking options with only ten players. The Azzuri seems to have quite a few good chances but the young players seem to let it go.

Jaws tighten, fist curled…I was actually holding my breath and pee the whole 90th minute of the game before letting out a silent scream. “GOAAAALLLLLLLL!!!” when the ball when through Aussie’s keeper. Gosh, it’s tragic to watch the game all by myself!!!! x_X

In between watching the match, I had to change my niece’s diapers and prepared them for bed. My sister was given a red card during her check up to which she had to be sent off to SJMC for an appendicitis surgery. So I was left with the three princesses…it was a bit hard to multitask during an important game. Ah, but I saw it as a good practise in case I got married in the next three to four years, before the next world cup. Hurhur.

I had my medical check up as well, for my back injury. Alhamdullilah, it’s nothing serious. Advice from the doctor: “Cik, janganlah lasak sangat ye? Awak tu dah la halus, kecik. Ni world cup sokong team mana?” Ceh.

Brisbane-born Geoff Letchford is having his work display until July 9th in Bangsar. I would love to go but hate the idea of going there by myself. Not that I’m a fan of this Aussie’s acclaimed photographer but I want to see how he can emblazon people’s faces onto any surface you want. He snaps a photo and transforms it into a giant montage for the wall, bedroom curtains and even shopping bags! One of the many many ideas I have for my ideal bedroom is to have my visage captured in black and white and mounted onto the wall. Instead of settling for other people’s paintings or sculptures, I want to be my own art in my own house (Ah, my face is already a unique piece of design, why use others!) And I want to see how Letchford did it.

As a photographer, either pro or amateur, it’s amazing how we can see the subtleties of personalities and the individual beauty of everyone. And to be able to portray it superbly in images is another gift.

While I was munching a bar of chocs…I realized this:

The magic of world cup and my itchy snappy fingers: they are both warmth and bond me with strangers, uniting them to be my friends and cohorts.

Tehehe.

To those who understand, you know what I mean.

Yeehaww.


.tired ib, with the sun light.


.the kids and their babysitter.




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.good things do happen.

They say good things come in your way once in a while.

And I kinda agree to that. Italy beat the Czech 2-0 and my man, Inzaghi scored the second.

\(^o^)/ hurrah!

Thank God they didn’t fucked up on the second half.

I should go back to KL for the final round and watch it with my friends. It’s pathetic to listen to my own shouts and munch the chip alone. Most of my male friends know my love for footies. If I am not here in Muar, I think most of them will probably have dragged me to watch the game together now. And some of them have been looking all over for me to sell jerseys.

Biggie: Kat mana wey?? Aku on the way to Cyber..jom tengok bola!

Kechik: Jomlah tengok bola sama-sama. Aku tau ko mesti nak tengok bola tapi takde member. Eh..aku ada jual jersey ori, nak beli tak?

Wan: Ibah…kat mamak bawah ada bukak bola tak? Jom turun!

Zafian: Jerseys for sale! Oh, but sorry ibah, italy away. I sold the home one yesterday. Tengok bola dengan siapa tonight?

Anuar: I know I don’t like football that much despite the fact that I’m a very well-endowed man but heck if you want to watch it, I could bring you to the mamak.

Joehar: Blardy Argentina.

Its pretty amazing what football can do to people. It motivates as well as let you down. It excites you but worries you when your favourite team still hasn’t score at the 88th minute. I’ve been in love with the game since I was twelve. Back then, the Malaysian Cup was still one of the favourite cup to watch. They were better those days. When most of my female friends had been busy collecting boy band’s posters…I had Maldini and Inzaghi on my bedroom wall and forced my mom to buy the footie bean bag. Most of my family members are football supporters too (including my mom who supports Czech) so imagine when the whole family gets together for footie!

Holiday is going on super fine at the moment. Did some design for my name card and online portfolio, in between watching life is beautiful and love actually. I haven’t been inspired for quite some time and it feels great to finally get back on the design track. Ideas smack me on the head forcing my brain to work twice faster. I'm so thrilled and happy. Keep jumping up and down, running here and there until my mom asked ‘what is it with you?’ oh mom, I'm fuelled!

And who cares if tummy refuses to deflate?

I'm healthier. Sleeping disorder gone, panic attack decrease, blood pressure is going on stable, gain weight and the idea of taking anti-depression pill has vanish.

Life is super. =) Alhamdullilah.

And I pray everyday for these good things to stay. Amin.

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.me wearing an 'm' size.

What a fine, fine day!

Woke up early today and had a nice breakfast with mommy at our usual kopitiam. I was quite frustrated since they didn’t serve satay pagi today so had to order toast bread instead of my usual satay and lontong. But it was still yum yummm. Drove mommy to the bank and had everything settled (her bills and my rent) in less than two hours, oh how I love going to the bank in the morning without having to queue up like mad. Love Muar. The fresh air and the smell of the grass…lovely. ♥ Suddenly remembered about what Muhkriz said over dinner last night, well, I cant quite recall the exact words but he mentioned something about how he loved being raised in Muar and had a lovely childhood. I kinda agree to that, my first 5 years as a Muarian was splendid until my dad shifted to KL and mommy and I started to travel from Muar-KL to visit him and my other siblings, where I spent most of my weekends watching clouds in Brickfields with my dad.

Being a Muarian, one would always remember how the childhood was, the school, the friendly people, the neighbours, the favorite kopitiam and the river. Driving through the streets today, I could sense that Muar has gone through a massive change and that old feeling is slowly slipping away from my heart. Some places like the bazaar and other shops have been shifted by the MPM and the road system has been changed as well causing traffic jams (and confusion) and lack of good ol’ parking spaces. It’s rather disappointing. I can’t see the good side of it, well other than getting a pahala from helping an old makcik crossing the busy street.

It’s like as if Muar has been divided into two parts: the busy town area and the peaceful kampong parts where I can drive safely and at ease. Unfortunately, I happen to live in the busy town area. Last time, the busy town area wasnt that busy and it was as peaceful as the kampung parts.

And omg I just heard the news that somebody found a dead body, naked, nearby my grandma’s house. What in the world? This world isn’t safe to live in anymore! Bush is planning an attack on Iran and I’m here eating another toast bread at my aunt’s house.

And Muzzo is having his bath taken twice per 2 days.

Hmmm…..had a phone call from titus this morning. A phone call from Tuching! *smile ear to ear* Miss him very very dearly. ♥

I think am going to get some chocs in the fridge. My sister bought me a new pants the other day, an S and its tightening now….my tummy…sakit….sebab….ketat. Huffff…..

Me? An ‘M’?



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.home sweet home.

happy holiday to myself!!!

and before i go any further...happy father's day. Al-fatihah to my late ayah.


okay, here goes my entry.

i'm in muar, finally. my dear wa send me to pudu (thank you titus, cant thank you enough for helping me carrying the bag and walk me there) and had a lovely day out to some old places.

mom fetched me up, she looked really glad and happy to see me walking to the car. Listened to her stories the whole night, how her flower blooms and i wasnt there to capture it, gossiping and watched footie.

went out with ira, who (surprise, surprise) happened to be in muar as well. my best friend of twelve years is selling her old car and trade it with a new one. its sad really, seeing c-coupe girl sad (i imagine the white kancil to shed a tear leaving ira) and so we drove around in c-coupe for the last time, feeling sad and blue.

followed muhkriz to buy a new car. (damn why in the world would everyone buy a new car this weekend?) i cant even afford to buy a new handphone! he booked a black vios, a nice choice, i think. just as long as he is happy. will miss his black 'cool bebeh cool' kenari too.

ah, only ped is surviving. like me.

this is my plan, a brief one, for my holiday *ehem*

1- read more books
2-polish writing skills
3-compile all photos as a portfolio
4-pick up a new skill, thinking of playing the guitar
5-spend more time with my family and close friends
6-snap more and more photos
7-work!
8-see any opportunity to 'sell' myself as a photographer

i miss my dad. seeing my nieces and nephews wishing my brothers 'happy father's day" makes me...ah i shoulnt be. its a special day for all the fathers in the world.

Hj Zakaria, my dad, was a very funny and loving ayah. though, am not quite as close to him as i am to mak but still ayah loves me dearly. we have lots of sweet memories together, and being the only baby in the family, he pour all his attention to me, making sure that i have the most beautiful childhood i could have and of course making sure i have all the good education and secure future he could provide.

There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.

Ayah was more laidback compared to agressive mak but these combination has resulted a loving and caring family. Cant even think of a day where ayah say bad things to us or even mak. He is always nice and polite and adorable. Adorable ayah. He didnt smoke and yeah both my brothers dont smoke too. He's a good role model for us. He always love mak, dearly, until his last breath when mak was by his side. He used to tease her and still held her hands even when they get older, mak always said like "hish awak ni" and laughed. *teary eyes*

Be kind to thy father, for when thou were young, who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, and joined in thy innocent glee.

happy father's day again.


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.and i started back from the first.

i was lost.

walked a long way just to get there. to the other side.

was soaked wet, rain poured down on me.

was dirty, was hungry.

but i saw life.

and how much i appreciates that Allah has blessed me with such energy and strength to walk and see the dark side of life and remember the walk i used to have with my late dad.

tonight, Allah has open up a path for me to take and test my patience.

i saw, prostitutes selling themselves, pondan even, gangster fights, beggar crying.

if i didnt walked away this morning, out of the room, crying in agony...i wouldn't have another chance to see all that.

Alhamdullilah.

Had to thank muzzafar who kind enough to call and calm me up. Thank you.

I hope this is not too late :

Happy Birthday, my dearest hun. Love u. *hugs and kisses*

May Allah bless you, grant you with good health and happiness, and make u wiser each day.

=)


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