Balloon and MAC.

Hi, can I have a balloon?No, not yet.(setelah ditipu 18 kali) Here you go.I got a flower! I got a flower!
Half an hour later, Ainee burst one of its petals. (Jahat kan..Haha, I tau you tak sengaja..)

–>More pictures on yesterday’s Girls’ Day Out in Ainee’s flickr

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Ainee: Prison Break tu ABC kan?
Alin: Eh, tak la. CNN.
*both rofl*
Alin: Prison Break tu FOX la. Tak, I nak cakap bukan ABC je. Terkeluar CNN.

December issue.

What will happen in the next few weeks?

  • I’m starting my job as a mail sorter in Royal Mail on Monday, a week earlier than expected. I hope that it will be less tiring than last year now that I am on the afternoon shift. Night shift was crazy. It took me three days just to adjust my sleeping pattern.
  • I will be on a trip to London next weekend.
  • I have another assignment to hand in on Friday the 7th of December.
  • An exam on the 10th of December.
  • I will be off the job on the 21st of December, just in time to get some last minute shopping before flying home.
  • I’ll ship the rest of my stuff on the 26th of December and I hope that I will only need to ship two boxes. But I doubt it.
  • Finally, I will be flying home on the 28th December at 10pm (UK time). This time it’s back for good. Yay!

Hope that everything will go well as planned. Can’t wait to be home, nak ziarah kubur daddy. 🙂

p/s: I’ve handed in the dissertation. What a relief. Not forgetting the fact that my HDD broke down a week before dateline which results in re-typing almost 75% of the dissertation.

Bye bye dissey.

pp/s: By the way, this is entry number 120. I missed thelilmindofmine’s 1st birthday as well as the 100th entry. 120 pon boleh lah. Hehe.

Saya rindu ayah saya.

Semalam, 17hb November 2007.
Genaplah enam bulan pemergiannya.
Tak terkata kerinduan di hati. Terlalu tebal.
Masih belum puas dengan kasih sayang yang dicurahkan.
Masih menginginkannya.

‘Ku harungi hari demi hari, bersama wajah tak mungkin akan kembali.’

I miss.

Al-Fatehah.
Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat.
Amin.

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*UPDATED*

Sesudah entri dipos, air mata mula bertakung. Ah, telefon Mama. Bagitahu, sangat rindu sama Ayah.

Tut tut, tut tut, tut tut.
Hello, Alin.
Hello, Mama kat mana?
On the way nak pergi sekolah. Kenapa?
Semalam 6 bulan. (air mata menitis laju).
Sekejap je kan, 6 bulan dah. (turut menangis).

Biarlah kami menangis.
Kami rindukan orang yang sama.

Air mata menitis lagi.
Ya Allah, berikanlah ku kekuatan. Tabahkanlah hati ini.

Orkid-lah!

Me: Maa, Alin beli buku Nigella Lawson dengan Jamie at Home. Tengok-tengok resipi kat situ.
Mama: Buku ape?!?
Me: Ala, Nigella, pompuan yang masak-masak tu.
Mama: Oh.
Me: Dengan Jamie at Home.
Mama: Oh, Jamie Oliver tu.
Me: Ha’ah. Kan selalu kita tengok dalam TV kan dia petik-petik, cabut-cabut je dari garden dia kan, pastu terus masak kan.
Mama: Ha’ah.
Me: Yang Alin beli ni buku rancangan yang tu la. Dalam tu ada ajar macam mana nak tanam sayur-sayur, kentang, bawang semua. Mama pon boleh belajar.
Mama: Haa, oklah tu. Nanti dia pon boleh belajar tanam orkid dengan Mama.
Me: …….. Hahahahaha. *gelak guling-guling*

The good girl.

We were sitting together at the kitchen when Ainee told us about one of her childhood act, that she stuck a chewing gum to a friend’s hijab. Wani then told us about the day she went cycling that her father had to go out and find her. I told them that I have nothing similar during my childhood years. Whatever happened to me were mostly accidental and the scars that I have were not caused by being naughty.

Many may realised that I have two scars from stitches above my right eyes. I got the first scar when I was about four or five. At that time, I have started helping my mother in the kitchen. I remembered putting a chair next to the stove and wanting to stir her cooking. My brother’s nanny wanted to get something out of the drawer and as she was pulling out the drawer, I fell and my head hit the cabinet. Hence, I was taken to a clinic to get a few stitches just below the right eyebrow. I wouldn’t consider that to be my fault or I was naughty, I was just helping out. I was in Standard One when I got the second scar. I was standing at the door waiting for the teacher to come in. The wind was blowing hard. It blew the door and the door hit me right on my head. The hit left me with stitches just above my right eyebrow. I wasn’t being naughty, I got the scar because the wind was blowing. Ainee kata parut sebab kena tiup angin.

Once during kindergarten, I fell out of the van that took me to school, and I’m sure that I didn’t jump out of the van or did any stunt that caused me to fall. I’m sure that a friend has pushed me even though I have told her to stop pushing a few times. That fall caused a few of my teeth to fall out of its place. And I guess that’s the reason why my teeth are well structured, compared to my other siblings.

When I was about five, my family including my mother’s youngest brother went to Komtar in Penang to shop. My mother was busy looking at the clothes while I was busy walking in and out of the hanging clothes when suddenly, I couldn’t find my mother. I stood quietly next to a mannequin until one of the promoter was passing by and realised that I wasn’t with my parents. I was then took to the missing child counter. I remembered not crying at all until the announcement was made. Not long after that, I saw my parents coming, laughing that I went missing. They didn’t blame me either. For what I know both my mother and her youngest brother blamed each other. My mother thought that I have followed him to the toilet and he thought that I was with her all the time.

I remembered being the quiet little girl. I remembered that people used to say that I have gold in my mouth just because I didn’t talk very much. I remembered waiting quietly at the stairs for my mother, after I woke up from my nap everyday. I don’t remember my parents or other siblings recalled my bad behavior when I was little, nothing that I could think of. Both Ainee and Wani agreed that maybe I was easy to take care of because I was a good girl. Maybe that’s true. And if it’s true, I have to agree. Tee hee hee.

The good girl with her late father.