But My TV Is Too Small For My Game

I am a believer that the idiot box should not be the main star of a home. I always do. I dont want the box to get all the attention. It should be last in anyone's list of priorities when designing the interior of a house. That is why I didnt put the TV in the living room.... and thats why I bought a small one .... (never mind the tight budget reason)

But now .. since I ve been playing PS2 Cake Mania .... I am starting to think that the TV is too small for me to see the CAKES !

At times I cant even figure out what type of cakes the customers are asking ......

Sheshhh.....

ps: Even Hadie refuses to watch movies with my TV ... she said her laptop screen is much bigger than my TV .... !

Cleaning Day

I finally got to take care of the third room last weekend, Alhamdulillah. Lots of letters from the past, bills from the last house, old photos from my younger days, old notes from schools, primary and secondary and of course books and notebooks from U. Lots of ME in the room. I was walking down memory lane that day.

There were even my work books in primary four. Math workbook done in pen. Can you believe it, we were supposed to do math using fountain ink pen. Must have taken lots of confidence to do math in ink but we never complained.

I found old love letters too.... hahaha looking and reading at all the letters, I just couldnt believe that the writer was me, so corny ! Ewwww... Those letters were from and to my previous loved ones. A few are draft and un-posted letters and notes to an Indonesian student I was stalking. Crazy me. If I had a kid, I wd never never let her/him see those letters, it was so embarrassing pouring my heart out like that. Ewwww.... again !

And of course I also founds notes of crazy games I used to play with Motien and Misbah. Yeah.. Misbah was actually playing stupid games with me and Motien, you know the old games of guessing names of celebrities, actress and actresses. I saw names of the Kapoors too in the game... so to accommodate Misbah's favourites,I reckon.

Oh ya, I found a few old drawing blocks too. You see I loved to have a drawing block on my study table under my books, so that when ever I read or study I would every now and then stop and draw or write something on the block, usually lyrics of favourite songs, poems and whatever feelings I was having at the time and of course lots of doodling too.

During those days, I used to make my own greeting cards. I found this and I thought its cute to share it with all of you.

You know ... I prayed every night

.. during Ramadhan..

hoping to get a glimpse of the "Lailatul Qadar"

But the night they assumed it was

I missed it...

Happy Hari Raya anyway

(InsyaAllah I'll get it next time)

ps:
Iya.. I buat sendiri kad tu...
(Ada orang tanya dua kali betulka aku yg lukis kad tu)

Panduan Menggunakan Kucing

Inilah satu-satunya cara buat masa sekarang untuk aku online dari rumah

Mari Meniarap Di Depan Pintu

Itu pun Alhamdulillah boleh detect satu bar saja

Aku suruh Popo duduk depan jadi tukang tengok kalau ada tuan punya wifi cari aku.

:-P

On The Run

I dont know how much more should I thank HIM for placing me in such a wonderful place like my new home now. The best thing that I enjoy most is the spacious road and the fresh air I get during my morning run. Yes, I m getting back on my feet again after almost a month of all the nity gritty of moving and getting accustomed to the new place. But I did start my cycling much earlier though.

I just hope I will get to meet other slow female runners like me around the area. Not that I dont like to run alone, but sometimes I think its nice to have a company who has more, if not the same, passion than me so that we could push each other. I heard theres a Jitra Running Club somewhere around; think I ll just ask around for more info on that . But on a second thought maybe I m still too slow to join a club. Let my feet get accustomed to a faster pace than the hare first.

In the meantime I'll just have to hang on to my iPod for a good and loyal company.

Few Adjustments

There are some things which I find that need a few adjustments to my new life now in Jitra. For instance:-

1. The Distance

Its now a 23 km drive from the new house to my office when it used to be only 7 km drive all these years. So, everyday its now more than a 40km drive. Hmmmm....

2. The Tolls

If I am late (which I find almost every other day) I can just use the highway which cost me RM4 to and fro; RM1.60 for the the first toll and another RM0.40 for the second one. And for one month I d have to spend close to RM120 on toll alone. Even if I dont use the first toll (by taking another route to go out through the second toll) I still have to spend almost RM32 monthly.


Now since there's a price hike on the fuel, I am seriously thinking of other alternatives to commute to work; yes, Jamis does come to my mind ... but to cycle 46 km everyday .. oh come on, even a pro will give it a second thought.. (kan Aini kan kan kan). Going is ok.. but the coming back time would be a dread, especially after all hard (?) day at work. I might have to take the taxi for me and Jamis to go back to Jitra which will defeat the purpose since the taxi price wont be RM15 anymore (before the hike).

The other choice is the BUS. Hmm.. I can park my car near the bus station in Jitra and take the bus straight to my workplace.

The price of the "I Love Jitra" thing

Oh ya, since I have to start early to work, I cant cycle and run in the morning anymore except during the weekend. So I have now started my cycling at night; quite safe actually. I dont know about my running yet.. but I'll figure it out when I buy the spot light to attach to my body during the running.......

I Love Jitra

So, I'm getting into the third week of staying in the new house now. Actually its not exactly new in the true sense, its a second hand house which I bought from an old couple who made the house as their vacation/transit house. A semi detached house just like I always wanted, not so small and not so big. I dont think I can handle a bigger house. My priority is the windows, for the wind to go in and out; good ventilation is a must. I cant stand a house with no windows or just one or two.

I couldnt thank HIM more for making my dreams and my wishes come true. The surrounding is just nice too; fresh air, good neighbours who are not so nosy but still keeping their eyes on my every moves (haha..who wouldnt when a single lady with a racing bike moves in). Well at least they dont come around and start asking questions.

My house is not very far from the Jitra small town. You can find almost everything within a 5 - 7 minutes drive, the small mall with its own cineplex and bowling alley, Old Town cafe, Pizza Hut, KFC, and the rows of food stalls and some other small shops with reasonable price goods. And if you need to go to Alor Star, you can take the highway which is about 1km away from my place. What more could I ask...?

Alhamdulillah

And of course Jitra is nice for my cycling and running too. Like I ve said before, its quite hilly and the road's condition is not bad.

Soon a makcik with tudunng on a road bike would be normal sight here in Jitra.

Popo Was In Trauma, The Kitchen Cabinet Still Hasnt Come

I ve moved in to the new house. Most of the things were shoved into the big black plastic bags, and some thrown into the boxes with a thought that the unpacking and finding things would be dealt with later. (Sure enough... I could not find my my shirt after that).

The main issue I had to face during the transition was Popo. It was such a traumatic experience for him and for me too for not knowing how to handle him. He was so terrified with all the bustling, sounds of things being moved and voices of strangers in the house. It was apparent I was not prepared when it came to him. At one point he was so scared that he went into hiding and I found him later on with full of dirts and oil ( i think he must have been hiding under a vehicle). I put him inside the toilet and later into a cage and Popo went berserk. He had never been caged before.

When I brought him inside the new house, he was still inside the cage, crying and complaining but a bit calmed as he started to see things which are familiar to him, like the sofas, his play tent, Jamis (my bike, not a Javanis worker) and a few other things which are not new to his sniffing nose.

Since there were still some strangers inside the house, he was still in shock and when I let him out of the cage, he went into a corner and stayed there for quite some times. He was only relaxed after being coaxed with some fresh shrimps and the sound of my sweet tender loving care voice. (Perlukah dijelaskan di sini suara aku sweet? Ya, perlu.).

Anyways, after two nights at the new house he is now adjusting himself well with the surroundings, sniffing and snooping around.

Alhamdulillah.


Oh ya.... I love my new house !

The Effect of The Green Tiles

I am finally moving out of my rented house insya Allah this weekend. I'm stressing insya Allah , God Will, and with all my wills, hopefully I will be done with the packing by that time. Theres nothing more that I detest more other than three things; packing, packing and unpacking. Of course, its the way of the world, we may not like doing things we re doing but we know we have to do them anyway.

The Contractor is on the run again. He s been hiding behind the wife literally and physically, but I have to give him some credits for his lack of thinking here. Firstly, he should have known that by causing me troubles he would definitely be black listed by all my friends and secondly he must have read my name card wrongly about my profession. Had he understood the meaning of my work, he would know I CAN be mean. I was angry at first, but now all I'm interested is to get things done.

I had to take things into my hand and continued where he left. I bought the tiles and everything and had to ask HIS worker to finish it off. Shukri (the worker) said he would have definitely finished everything off long ago had there been no delay in the tiles. Its so odd that the tiles for the bathroom never came. I bought the tiles for the bathroom and took the opportunity to even change the tiles in the kitchen. The kitchen tiles was apparently a huge mistake. I thought the color and texture were cool to my so called artistic eyes but I guess since it was put up to the walls, it didnt look that good and cool anymore. cK was even asking me "What were you thinking when you chose the color?" Ok, I admit it that that green was horrible.

Ever since I changed the green kitchen tiles, things are starting to fall into places, even though the contractor still wont pick up my phone, his wife has put on a brave face and took things into her hands. The wife apparently works under him too. I cant get angry with the wife as its not her fault and all I know I have to work with her so that I could get my kitchen cabinet ready in time.

Now come to think of it.. all the delays with the house must be due to that horrible ugly tiles. The thing is that when I first bought the house I asked Allah "Please let me have a beautiful house". And Allah The All-Knowing must have known that HE can never granted me that wish if the green tiles is still around.

Alhamdulillah. Allah Hu Akbar.

I'm Roped But Nevertheless Grateful

I am about to make another commitment, big time commitment, at least bigger than any other I have ever made. It never really crossed my mind whether I am a commitment-phobic or not, but as time goes by, I am beginning to realize that I may be one.

Commitment... hmmm... I don't like to be committed because I believe I'm quite a free-spirit kind of person. Not really wanting to be tied to plans and rituals. I want to be free to be able to do whatever I want to do and whenever I want to, well, to certain extent of course. I guess thats why I am still single to this day, because HE knows I'm not quite ready yet.

But this new commitment I'm about to make really tie me up ! big time !. Even though I'm not sure when will I ever be able to go and work in Jakarta, backpack all around Europe for three months, laze around Cebu for a few weeks, learn how to surf in Bondi ..... but knowing the fact that I am not attached and free is sufficient to make me smile and continue dreaming.

But on the other hand, I should be grateful, Alhamdulillah, because HE is giving me what I asked for. The ones I get are those I really asked from HIM, and yeahhh.. I never really asked to work in Jakarta ! I guess I should start praying for the backpack through Europe ! Who knows , this one might go to my Wish List in HIS book.


** Saya mengambil kesempatan ini untuk mengingatkan diri saya dan juga pembaca blog saya yang lima orang itu untuk kita sama-sama terus bersyukur atas apa saja pemberianNYA yang kita terima. Cara kita menzahirkan syukur itu ... terpulanglah pada diri masing-masing. Dengan hanya bersyukur DIA telah berjanji untuk menambah lebih-lebih lagi.....

"If ye are grateful, I will add more (favours) unto you;
but if ye show ingratitude, truly My punishment is terrible indeed."

Surah Ibrahim : 7