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Neo naik truck.

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I am currently in Shah Alam when I am supposed to be at home in Sitiawan. What happened was my sister’s Neo broke down just before Ijok and right after the Chinese graveyard. She couldn’t press the pedal, the stering wheel can’t be controlled and slowly the car stopped on its own. She called Proton Service Centre and waited about 45 minutes for Abg Proton. He came with his wife and managed to start the car. About two minutes after that the car broke down again and this time nothing can be done except to have it towed to Proton’s workshop. We waited more than an hour for the truck. My sister had already fallen asleep, I got bored of waiting that I counted how many vehicles that passed us by. From 12.44 am to 12.55 am, there were 59 wehicles including 3 motorcycles and the tow truck is vehicle nnumber 60. Abg Proton had asked another friend, Abg Proton 2 to send us to Shah Alam. On the way, Abg Proton 2 took us to Mutiara Damansara Proton Centre to wait for Neo and settled some forms. We arrived safely in Shah Alam at around 3 a.m.

They are really nice guys, including the Abg Proton On the Phone and Abg Insurans. I gave Abg Proton 2 some money, a treat for him and Abg Proton. Abg Proton even invited us to his wedding in March. Har har har. That was really nice of him.

Here’s some pictures of Neo in Mutiara Damansara.

Neo is still on the truck. The guy in black shirt and white pants is Abg Proton 2.

In the process of getting Neo on to the ground.
Neo is already on the ground.

Later today we’ll be heading to Sitiawan in Mak Cu’s Waja and will probably pick Neo up on Sunday.

To Abg Proton, Abg Proton 2, Abg Proton On the Phone and Abg Insurans, if you are reading this (I dont think you read this by the way), we just want to say thank you very much for your help. We really appreciate it.

Yesterday.

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This is meant to be posted yesterday.

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Today, 17th January 2007, marks the eight month since the day that Allah took Ayah’s life. Time really flies. It felt like yesterday that I received the news that he was admitted to the hospital. It felt like yesterday that I was allowed to go home to see my family, full expenses paid by Marjon. It felt like yesterday that relatives are afraid to tell me the bad news as soon as I landed. It felt like yesterday that I visited his grave for the first time and cried. It felt like yesterday that I visited his grave every weekend. It felt like yesterday that I helped Mama to placed the tombstone on his grave. It felt like yesterday that I helped to plant some orchids next to the tombstone. It felt like yesterday that I scattered flowers and pandan leaves on the grave. It felt like yesterday that I cried because he was not there to celebrate my birthday. It felt like yesterday that I held a tahlil for him. Everything felt like they have just happened just the day before. But, all these things happened in the course of eight months. I still have not visit his grave since I came back although this was the first thing that I wanted to do.I really wished that I had done so during the one week I was at home now that I’m missing him very much. It hurts when mama said that she dreamt of him sometimes. It hurts when Jaja said that he came into her dreams. He had never come into mine. If I had just one wish, I wish that he will come into my dream, even for a short while. I wanted to see him very much, for I am missing him dearly.

Baby stuff.

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Kak Mia (Uncle Tamjis’s and Aunty Kiah’s daughter in law) has just given birth to a pair of female twin last Monday. Congratulations to both Kak Mia and Abg Azrie for having new members in the family.
Presents for the four siblings: a striped shirt from Mothercare for Haziq , a dress from Next for Alya (I have blogged about this dress) and a 50% Daddy 50% Mummy long sleeved t-shirt and a cow baby bip, all from Mothercare, for each of the twins.
I have asked Azhar, their Pak Su, for the twins’s name yesterday and he said that Abg Azrie have not given them any name yet. So, Abg Azrie and Kak Mia, apa kata letak Fazlin JR and Farieza JR? Besar mesti comel macam Aunty Alin. Hee hee. 😀

Stronger everyday.

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I was tidying up the notice board in my room, when I found this, drowned by other stuff. I think I copied this from someone’s Friendster, a long time ago.

Allah knows what is best for me,
So why should I complain.
I always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain.
I always want the laughter,
But my heart will lose its tenderness,
If I never shed a tear.

Allah tests me often,
With suffering and sorrow.
He tests me not to push myself,
But to help me with a better tomorrow.
For growing tree is strengthened,
If I withstand the storm.
And the sharp cut of chisel,
Gave the marble grace and form.

Allah tests me often,
And for every pain He gives to me,
Provided me with patience,
Is followed by rich gain.
So whenever I am down,
And whenever I feel that everything is going wrong,
It is just Allah’s way,
To make my spirit strong.

Thank you Allah.

Us in 1989

Daddy cool.

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I think I miss my daddy la. Right now, things are very much clustered in my mind. The job I’m currently doing, the exam next week, the trip to London over the weekend, the dinner to attend next week, the final academic week, the final assignment and the flight ticket that I’ve received this morning. These are the things which I will usually talk to him about. These are the things that make our conversations last hours on the phone. And I miss talking to him.

Whatever happened around me seems to make me think about him even more. When friends ask, would I like to take a ride on London Eye, I said, no, I’ve been on it with my parents. When I went to Harrods, I remembered the time he dropped the lit to a teapot, broke it and didn’t even have to pay for it. Whenever I bought a handbag, no matter how beautiful it is, my favourite would be the one he bought me for my 21st birthday. Whenever friends asked how do I survive with the allowance, I told them may parents taught me to use whatever I have and not to ask for more. And then I remember the fact that he told Mama I was the most independent of all because I would never ask for more money and just use whatever I have or what they have given me. Then there are times when I still buy six mugs and six glasses, each and every time, the fact hit me, there’s only five of us now. Not six. Not anymore. When I was home during the summer, I still think that he has gone for a meeting in KL and will return in the evening. When I continue sleeping after Subuh prayers on the couch in the living room, I could smell him, his presence. When I listen to songs, songs about fathers, it hit me that I don’t have a father anymore. When I buy things for Mama, my sisters and my brother, or when friends are looking for things to buy for their fathers, I realised that I don’t have to buy anything for him. Because he’s gone.

My sister and I are always making jokes that he’s not around and it will always be funny only to both of us. Like this one.

alinyussuff : ok le
alinyussuff : kamu ngan makcik tu dpt la senza
alinyussuff : mama got handbag
alinyussuff : baby bro cari tshirt hard rock london la
alinyussuff : daddy?
alinyussuff : uh uh
alinyussuff : oh oh
alinyussuff : sob sob srroott
alinyussuff : T_T
alizazy : daddy dpt al-fatihah la
alizazy : ape lagi
alinyussuff : alhamdulillah
alinyussuff : kami suke jawapan tuh
alizazy : hikhikhik

And there are other jokes which I don’t think are appropriate to be shared. It would be better to keep it to ourselves.

It has been more than six months now and I still refuse to refer him as Arwah. I deny myself from using that term. I don’t want to. Because I still feel his presence around me.

Gosh, I miss him so much that writing this creates lumps in my throat.

I miss you, Ayah. Will you please come into my dreams?