.topi berfikir aku.

.batas aurat dalam keluarga.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 16:25:00 +0000

teman idak le arif benor pasal aurat. sekarang pun masih memperbaiki diri. sebab kekadang kita alpa, ikut jalan mudah dan terpedaya dengan trend. teman ingat lagi, selain yang mak abah tegor dah ustazah ustaz ajor...banyak lagi pasal aurat yang yop tegor, rakan-rakan ingatkan dan suami nasihatkan. alhamdulillah...teman dikelilingi rakan-rakan dan keluarga yang menjaga aurat, baik dengan orang luar ataupun keluarga. sedikit sebanyak, tempias juge pade teman :)

mase teman skolah rendah, keluor ghumah naik beskal pakai seluor pendek warna merah dan baju lengan pendek warna putih zip kat depan. cey terperinci pulak. mase dah balik tu, mak abah 'slow-talk' pesan jangan le pakai gitu dah. besor dah anak aboh nih hehe.

masa sekolah menengah, kawan teman sorang ni secara tidak langsung menyedarkan teman perlunye menutup aurat lengan dan aurat dengan perempuan bukan islam. terima kasih azhani :) bab ni memang dipandang remeh. tu yang ramai pakai tudung tapi pakai baju lengan pendek.

yop pulak tegor masa teman dah skolah menengah. masa tu teman duk hostel. dah jadi kebiasaan antara kami rakan hostel, lipat tudung bawal tiga segi letak je atas kepala masa pegi prep malam sebab hostel kami takde lelaki. pakai tudung pegi dewan makan tapi tak pakai anak tudung. jadi, bila balik kampung dan keluor pekan, idak le teman pakai anak tudung. nak cepat dan senang le kununnye. peh tu yop tegor le.

kemudian giliran suami pulak :) dan selalu le suami ingatkan, nasihatkan. lebih-lebih lagi bila pulang ke kampung suami. batas aurat dengan keluarga mertua dan saudara mara suami. banyak yang teman boleh contohi dari keluarga belah suami ni dalam bab aurat dalam keluarga. ni la yang teman nak kongsi.

memang kita sejak kecil, kalau balik kampung atau perjumpaan keluarga akan bergaul dengan saudara mara, sepupu, biras, ipar duai, bapa saudara dan suami sepupu. masa belum baligh, hal aurat tidaklah menjadi fokus. balik-balik main hujan dan bergebang sakan kongsi ceghita hantu kat serambi rumah hehe. tapi bila dah baligh, perlulah menjaga aurat dengan yang bukan mahram. walaupun tampak remeh dan susah sebab pakai tudung dan berlengan panjang semasa di dapur misalnya, aurat tetap aurat. teman pun lambat nak amalkan ni. hal ni sorang lagi rakan teman ade ingatkan masa skolah menengah dulu. hidayah nama dia :) terima kasih dayah.

teman dah faham pasal aurat dengan sepupu dan bapa saudara. tapi kadang-kadang salam juga dengan bapa saudara (suami adik beradik mak atau abah). dah jadi kebiasaan ni. saudara mara yang lebih tua dari teman. masuk rumah, balik kampung atau menziarah, tangan mesti dihulur. haish ini pun kena perbaiki lagi. betulkan yang biasa, biasakan yang betul. harap lepas ni teman boleh amalkan yang betul walaupun tak biasa. ganbatte kudasai! ^____^

mari baca lagi di sini...

http://muis.ismaweb.net/2010/03/kekeluargaan/

http://keluargakusayang.blogspot.com/2010/09/batas-batas-aurat-wanita.html

yang teman tak jelas, macam mana dengan bapa saudara

yang adik beradik mak atau abah?

sesape care to shed some light?

teman dahulukan dengan terima kasih :)

p/s: while i googled images to put up for this entry, i stumbled upon websites that discussed more serious and upsetting issues on islam. it makes this issue of aurat dalam keluarga seems so trivial when some views islam in such way. it saddens me that as a muslim myself, i'm not capable of clearing such confusions they have. astagfirullahhalazim. loads more to learn. polish polish polish.
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.quirky house deco.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 07:52:00 +0000

we were in a book store

looking for stationeries

and my husband grabbed this box

with "mini 3D restaurant" written on it.

i asked "why?".

he smiled and said,

"you like this kind of thing.

this is like art.

you can do it."

i said sternly, "i don't want it.

it'll only collect dust later."

but he was relentless.

made a lot of fuss and

gave me puppy dog eyes.

so he won.

we bought it.

despite a few grumbles and

hair-pulling moments

because the items are too small

and hard to handle,

we still had fun!

^_____^

and yup,

now the mini 3D restaurant

is just sitting there on the cabinet,

collecting dust ;p

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.what are alphabets?

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 08:04:00 +0000

what are they thinking?

what are they seeing?

why is it different to them?

are they helpless?

are they doomed?

of course not.

they just need a little extra push,

a little more attention...

and a whole lot of patience from the teachers ;p

and hey,

albert einstein is dyslexic too!

~~but he has a role in the invention of atomic bomb.~~

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.i can paint!.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 01:34:00 +0000

ole-ole dari bukit tinggi

padahal boleh je beli kat shopping mall

di mana-mana.

eheh.

.it's suitable for ages 3 to 96 y'all.

.giddiness!.

.tadaaaa! ^___^.

tulih bukit tinggi sikit,

memori la walaupun duk singgah jap.

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.playing house.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 12:58:00 +0000

school holiday in alor star was fun when we get to help in babysitting adam and damia. ibu can managed with alesya and i only helped a little with her. sometimes i got carried away and pretended that they were my children thus i would ringan tangan and pinch them when they were naughty hahah. sorry kak cik and abg zaini ;p

no lah. i didn’t pinch them. i geram them. you know, like my dad did to me. sampai merah-merah lengan sebab kena genggam geram. hehe. damia is going through a phase adam went when everything had to go his way. adam is a big boy now and he listens. damia is keras hati. pak lang said, if you don’t apologize now, you won’t be in our gang (meaning; pak lang, along adam and mak lang).

nak minta maaf ke tak? and she said, tak mau.

aaah, kids.

p/s: i forgot to tell you guys! my buah hati is back from kelantan! and how he grows. do you think he still loves teacher masyitah? i won't be teaching year 3 though haih.
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.back-up plan.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 10:01:00 +0000

i cried earlier today. it was a strange feeling that suddenly crawled inside me and pushed the sunny ray out of my heart. okay. i lied. it wasn’t something so sudden. i had just finished reading an entry in a blog. years back, she had lost 25 kgs!!! she was married a few months ago and now……she is pregnant.

on thursday, a colleague gave me three ulas of jackfruit with a piece of paper that has verses of doas on it. she said, eat the fruit, selawat and recite the doa. it helped with her sister being pregnant, she said. i drove home, read the doa and realized i had been practicing it all this while, reciting it after every prayer.

and on wednesday, i held one of my colleague’s baby and wished jokingly in front of others that i was ‘ambil berkat’. i guess that’s what triggered the idea of my colleague giving me the jackfruit. but i wasn’t joking when i wrote i was.

how funny life makes you feel. or people around you. at this particular moment, i feel i have not accomplished anything in my life just because i don’t have any child after almost three years of marriage.

i don’t want to hear about being redha (because i am), go see that doctor (because we did), you’re still young or try this product or that. i just want to say that it hurts when i see you with your child or children and i don’t have any.

there. i said it.

when i cried, my husband consoled me and said this is getting serious no? we’ll try harder okay? tonight let’s eat chicken chop. hahaha. i love you sayang.

all is well with the world!

.kami, kalau ade anak nanti hehe.

bye!

p/s: though i said i’ve gained weight, i’m actually losing some = 3 kgs. alhamdulillah tak naik but it ain’t going further down than that! more reasons to be depressed.

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.family comes first.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 06:28:00 +0000

work starts tomorrow. feeling excited but i think it's because of the coffee. supposedly i'll be teaching year 1, 2 and 5 but somehow the information from the panel meeting didn't get through so i'm going to teach year 1 and 5 for a week.

doesn't feel like a holiday because we have classes and it ended just last week. but we've finished our first semester! alhamdulillah. and we went to kuantan for samsudin's family day ^___^ although we didn't manage to dutifully follow the program because of jet lag ha ha ha, we still had fun.

it's refreshing to have laughter and sharing moments in the wee hours of the morning. it works wonder to relationships despite all bickering, tiredness and grudges. it gives you hope, that all is well with the world.

that's alisya in pink pants and afiq changed to his stripe shirt because the green one was smothered in chocolate :)

all is well...!

anyways, happy new year!

bismillahirrahmanirrahim....

may we revive ourselves,

inspire others and start afresh :)

and may i have all the patience one could possess

to nurture and not just educate the kids..

may all that we do, we do it for Allah swt

and blessed by Him..

amin ya rabbalal'amin

p/s: in the spirit of my resolution ~~(and weight gain*!@%#*&$)~~, i intent to let go (meaning, sell at a much lower price) some of my preloved blouses, tudung and shawls. i don't have to make public my resolution, right? it's between me and Allah :)

would you, dear readers, be interested? ^____^

kut dapat sambutan, leh jual brand new stuff pulak eheh
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.rajuk pak pandir.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 09:37:00 +0000

hari jumaat hari tu masa dalam perjalanan pulang dari kelas, teringat kisah-kisah hantu. macam mana boleh teringat? sebab tengah sembang-sembang dengan suami, teman sebut hAAaaaA! dan suami terkejut. he he he. maklumlah jalan dari tanjung malim ke sungkai tu gelap. dia pun terbayang benda lain. lingkungan slim river dan simpang tol je yang berlampu.

teringat yop punya versi hantu, siap demo cara jalan. teringat abah cerita pak pandir merajuk mak andeh pujuk. teringat mak buat muka exorcist. teringat lagu p.ramlee belakang rumah ada jembalang. sampai sekarang seram sejuk bila mengenang. tambah pulak bilik teman masa kecik dulu belakang rumah hish. idak le thriller benor sebab tu seram je. kalau thriller, takmau pun mengenang huhu. seram tu macam bulu roma belakang tengkung berdiri atau meremang le. ish takkan kene terangkan pula. mesti pernah rasa punye kan.

.hello kids! i'm pennywise.

tak perlu bayangkan yang buruk atau hodoh. yang ceria dan senyum macam pennywise pun dah seram. i think, it would be spookier if 'something' smile than snarl at you, right? tak setuju takpe. tu ape yang teman rasa. hish. toleh-toleh ade benda sengih. buka peti ais ade benda sengih. dah bayangkan? good.

takde kesempatan membaca cerita pennywise lagi. harus cari ;p

berbalik kepada cerita pak pandir tadi. abah teman cerita masa kecik-kecik dulu sebelum tidur malam kat kampung sambil tingkap terbuka nampak pokok rambutan kat luar yang kejap-kejap goyang kejap-kejap goyang haish. nasib baik tidur sebelah mak.

rasanye pak pandir merajuk sebab pisang bakar "ampak angus acak idak". dia lari masuk hutan takmau balik. mak andeh pun pujuk kemudian takutkan dia. pak pandir pun bergerak dari satu pokok ke satu pokok bila dengar 'suara' yang takutkan dia tu. makin lama makin dekat dengan rumah. betul ke ni abah? hehe.

jadi para pambaca, teman tinggalkan kome dengan petikan pantun mak andeh yang cuba takutkan pak pandir untuk balik ke rumah tu. masa baca, ulang ulang. masa sebut 'di tengah belakang' tu, sila bayangkan leher kome ye. nak bayangkan ape yang hinggap? muahahahahahaha lu pikir la sendiri.

tok tok kai

serondong batang

di mana hinggap

di tengah belakang

p/s: hamzah, jangan tertipu dengan kecomelan opah. satgi opah buat muka exorcist...!
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.surat buat hamzah.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 10:50:00 +0000

pengumuman: hamzah je buleh baca. kalau nak baca, minta izin hamzah dahulu dan kalau udah diizinkan, bacalah dengan nada loghat perak. sekian, harap maklum.

rumah tingkat 1,
blok abu bakar,
poskod 35600,
sungkai.

ke hadapan anaksedare ku hamzah,

harapnye sehat-sehat je di samping abah dan mama. cuti skolah ni buat ape? main beskal dan kejor-kejor ngan kengkawan ke? eh jap lupe, mane kamu pegi skolah lagi ye. ke kamu udah blajo brenang cuti nih? trigin benor maksu nak brenang kat depan ghumah kamu tu. idak le ngajak ye? he he tak ngape, abah kamu udah ngajak.

ni nak cite maksu dah siap-siap beli goggle ngan pengepit idung untuk brenang tu. udah rasmi dah tadi. sronok bebenor kuak lentang ngan paksu kamu. eh idak. paksu kamu buat hal die, brenang satu minit satu minit. maksu sorang-sorang lentang ngadap langit, nengok burung terobang. kejap-kejap nak berlanggor ngan orang. he he.

ni haa gambor maksu. hensem dak?

idak le terer brenang pun. takleh le lawan abah kamu, lagi hebat. opah kamu ngan kawan maksu duk penah ngajor brenang nih. kalau brenang katak buleh le. ngan kuak lentang. tapi tak sronok kuak ayor masuk idung. udah maksu pakei contact lens, tak buleh le bukak mate. ate kene le pakei goggle ngan kepit idung ni haa. baru la semangat blajo brenang ngan paksu kamu pulak. he he.

murah je padan le ngan kualitinye kut. gamaknye kejap je le tahannye. meh le datang sungai klah ni. kamu tau dak, tiketnye udah naik rege mula november aritu! naik dua henggit. tapi tak ngape le sebab semua elok. deme baru letak tempat simpan barang tu. tempat duduk-duduk pun dah bertambah. padan le ngan rege tiket ye dak.

okeh la hamzah. maksu nak sambung buat ximen ni. kang tak siap pulak. nanti nanti maksu datang ghumah kamu, bawak le maksu brenang ye? maksu bawak je goggle nih siap dalam keta. kang terlupa, abih tak dapat join kamu pulak. he he.

paksu kem salam. assalamualaikum.

p/s: die tengah eksesais tu. heboh ngajak maksu juge. haih.

yang merindui,

.maksu syitah.

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.kena batang hidung.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 10:56:00 +0000

mak dah pesan, ayah dah bilang, suami dah bincang. tapi masih degil, kayu, incorrigible? i've shamed myself countless times, to err is human. i pick myself up and try not to do the same mistakes. but sometimes i stumble. the incidents that matter and i learnt most from were the ones that left a dent in my memory.

.lemme punch you in the nose!.

to conclude the err(s), i must say they are caused by my tongue, my words.

i say what i mean and i mean what i say. yes, that is a good approach to be frank and forward. to convey feelings with friends, to put across ideas, to make jokes. tapi teman ni bendul bebenor. luruih nampaknye, luruih le teman ikut.

bendul, manipulatif, tidak diplomatik.

there are absolutely not synonyms but they could co-exist! and i have all that, said family, acquaintances, colleagues and superiors. i don't understand human politics. not the ones you have to go and vote. just the one where you would have to deal with every single day till you're dead and still in debt to after death, if you have sinned them and they didn't forgive you for it. kalau nak masuk syurga, kome pun kene tunggu teman selesaikan 'hutang' yang ade tu dulu, tau? sanggup tunggu takpe la, takyah maafkan ;p

therefore, i should be more careful with my words and consider the feelings/reactions of the recipient(s) of my words. not all people could understand my blunt intentions, my sarcastic jokes and my harsh two cents. only family and close friends do ^___^

taaaapi, esok esok jadi lagi...haih. work in progress. after all, learning is lifelong ;p

p/s: sempena nak masuk tahun baru 1433H, teman mohon maaf salah silap, terlanjur kata terkasar bahasa dan perbuatan ye. moga diperbaiki kelemahan dan meningkatkan kelebihan.

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.sayang hamzah.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 07:07:00 +0000

hamzah bin mohd firdaus

maksu jumpe masa hari pertama

babysit di cuti sekolah,

tapi maksu paksu tak boleh la balik penang selalu.

hamzah datang la rumah maksu ek? ;p

maksu paksu love you ^____^
hugs and kissess

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.always thankful.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 10:48:00 +0000

reading what faiz wrote, brought me back to the young me. saying thanks, hugs and kisses or buying gifts, spending time with them will never be enough compared to what parents have done and still doing for their children. ever. even if they say it is :) i might not run away from home, go out till late with my girl/boy friends, do drugs, pierce my nose or getting tattoos (or did i? muahahaha) but, i also went through a rebellious phase. a minor one, i think. the worst is not what i did through my actions but what came up inside my head. yeeesssszz....thatssszz evvvvvil. i'm sorry mak abah.

let me share with you my childish and embarrassing secrets ;p

when i was fifteen, i got bored with my life routine. i remember stirring some sugar in the teapot, making tea for the umpteenth time and thought, if only i could be somewhere else and do something i've never done before.

when i was eighteen, i got worried about my looks. i badly hope that guys will look beyond that, sweep me off my feet and hey throw in some thought of having more that one guy falling head over heels for me. gatai sungguh.

when i was twenty-four, i wished hard that i could travel and work far from home. i've never been away from my parents, minus my short experience living in a hostel, and i did have an ambition of being a stewardess and secretary. they travel a lot right? stop that snickers la.

and i got everything i wished for and thought of without saying or sharing it with anybody. i went to a boarding school. guys started to pay more attention. i was posted to sabah. although all of these are short-lived (eh i'm still a head-turner...kan?), the point is, i got what i wished for. because Allah listens :)

i also wished for a happy and quirky family of my own. duh who doesn't? the family part i mean, not the quirky one. and bam! i have a husband, quirky and awesome in his own way. we're waiting for little bundles of joy coming our way. please pray for us. Allah...we're patiently waiting, still :)

and now...for i know, You listen to my every thought, forgive me for all the bad ones. i was and am weak. i am trying and always, to be better. please give me strength to; immediately perform my prayers, perform it well, pleasantly attend to my husband's needs, make my parents happy having me as their daughter and just being a better muslimah.

p/s: something knocks on my conscience again...i want to move that way. i hope i have the guts and support from loved ones :)

thank you for reading!

.joy of cooking.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 03:59:00 +0000

.kanan ke kiri: daging masak kicap, rebus daging, rebus kentang.

hubby minta bekal bawa pejabat.

malam-malam esok sekolah duk masak.

kalut tapi seronok gak ;p

.shepherd's pie.

seronok sudah cuti

walaupun masih ade kelas kena pegi.

tapi masa lebih boleh cuba pelbagai resepi.

masak banyak, hantar sikit jiran kanan kiri ^____^

menu hari ini : nasi daging + daging rebus + air asam.

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.mengalah.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 10:13:00 +0000

denyut lagi

mendatar kaku

kalau begini

mahu berhenti

langkah susun

jari mencari

sangkaku tamat

dia mula lagi

"crazy isn't what it used to be"
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.selamat hari raya korban!.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 05:31:00 +0000

ini ialah untuk peraduan 10 000 interpretasi.

contengan belon berwarna-warni di bawah sekali

ialah idea encik fadhli hamdan.

berikut ialah interpretasi ape yang berlaku

hingga wujud contengan asal ;p

yuk, mula sekarang!

ini konon pedot.

pedot ade pet.

pet dia lembu.

nama lembu, pat.

pat dah cukup umur.

aidiladha pun dah tibe.

pedot takmau hilang pat.

biar pat hidup bebas.

biar pat terbang tinggi
"macam burung biru,

terbang sebalik pelangi"

kata judy garland.

tapi tak sempat ikat,

pat pandai
dia dah lari.

pedot sedih,

terbang sendiri.
tamat interpretasi.

contengan tidak berwarna di atas

diambil, dilhamkan, diinspirasikan

dari contengan encik fadhli hamdan.

cuma cerita sahaja diolah oleh topiberfikiraku

untuk menginterpretasi dan mentafsir gambar akhir.

sebab encik fadhli hamdan kata

"Anda boleh tambah video, lukisan, dan sebagainya.."

dan

"Nak buat cerita kelakar boleh, marah boleh, sedih campur gembira pun boooleh."

p/s: malam tadi syamsul yusof masuk mimpi datang pusat tuisyen. wwhhhhyy la??!
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.going by the book.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 02:03:00 +0000

kadang-kadang benda tu tak seperti yang kita lihat. tak sama dengan ape yang orang lain rasa dan hasil darinya juga berbeza. tetapi pendapat ni tak boleh juga disokong peribahasa lama "buat baik dibalas baik, buat jahat dibalas jahat". bukan hendak melawan ketentuan. jangan masuk situ. bukan hendak bersoal jawab mengenai dosa pahala. hanya lihat politik manusia dan cara mereka berfikir. tetapi kita bukan sekular. agama dan hidup tu selari kan?

contoh terdekat dan tercapai; kita tegur murid tidak mahu pakai stoking, buat bising, hisap rokok dan tidak siapkan kerja rumah tetapi kita pun tidak ikut peraturan memakai kasut bertutup, bersembang di perhimpunan, hisap rokok di tandas dan tidak menyelesaikan tugas bertulis. songsang sungguh.

sejak meniru semasa ujian jawi sekolah rendah, teman sudah tidak lagi meniru semasa peperiksaan atau kuiz di universiti (maaf fadilah!). sepanjang ingatan la ;p lepas dah baligh, konsep betul salah jatuh lebih berat. berbalik kepada perasaan yang kome rasa tu. kome tidak rase ke? atau klasifikasi dan tahap menipu tu dianggap sedikit berbanding menipu yang lain jadi ianya dibolehkan? banyak betul persoalan.

sepanjang perjalanan hidup ni dan kekuatan ingatan yang ade, setiap kali teman go against the book, pasti kantoi. ambil la contoh ape pun. masa belajar dulu, bekerja sekarang. semua pasti tidak berjaya. mungkin kome kata sebab teman tak pandai nak tutup. tetapi teman tidak pula lihat begitu sebab kadang-kadang buat bersama rakan yang sudah handal juga. therefore....what i feel is, Allah swt always protect me from doing anything that is wrong, whether they are man-made rules or by Him. bila tahu yang teman tak boleh selamat bila berbuat salah, tidak la kita nak ulang semula benda tu.

jadi, kome baca buku lain dari teman ke?

perlu ke teman baca buku kome?

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.wordless wednesday.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 14:32:00 +0000

thank you for reading!

.happy birthday syitah!.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 06:00:00 +0000

i was away on a 4-day course from 17th to 20th october that took place in larut, matang and selama district. therefore, i celebrated my birthday with my friends in ipoh and taiping...yeay!

.ejan, birthday girl, sue.

it has been quite a while since i last lepaking with my former schoolmates. we ate, talked, shared and after 2 hours we realized that we've experienced and gained so much throughout our time apart. sue has always been like a kakak to me ;) i remember the day when we were fourteen in ekonomi rumah tangga class and she expertly demonstrate how to cook nasi goreng udang! it might seem easy peasy now but at fourteen i was only able to boil water hehe. not only she is good at cooking, she also matures beyond her age. she often the one who offers advice and comfort when i needed it the most. she is also the sanest among our group members (sphinx!) and the funniest ;p

ejan is my friend since kindergarten! even though i had to move from one school to another, we somehow managed to keep in touch. she has a very very good mental capacity to retain and revive facts or events. whenever she stumbled upon long lost friends, she could always come up with a memory of that person. this shows that she has such a big circle of friends and being amiable, she could easily befriend everyone around her ^___^ furthermore, back then, she was my sleep-over buddy. can you imagine the secrets we shared? she still remembers them after all this years!

.uma, syamsul, amir, karen, mr. poh and the chubby syitah.

these are my newly found friends, the jurulatih utama of bahasa inggeris kssr. they are also teachers coming from various districts and very passionate about teaching, unlike me hahaha. i should learn a thing or two from them ^___^. when i first met them, i thought they are a serious bunch. but once you get to know them, you'll pee in your pants just because you can't hold your bladder from all the laugh and jokes! oh..khairiyah was not in the photo because she was the photographer and since this photo was taken on the last day, jay was not around also.

being the hostess, khairiyah drove us to mak jah mee udang banjir at kuala sepetang. there we had a double birthday celebration, uma's is on the 18th and mine the 17th.

so, here's to each of you...

thank you for your love,

thank you for your time,

thank you for your friendship!

let's see what's in store for me

this weekend ;p

*hint = hubby*

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.contest mari berpantun!.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 11:34:00 +0000

sebab teman suke benor berpantun,

atau menulis puisi,

atau syok sendiri..

maka berhasrat menyertai pertandingan cik pah ini

harap dapat memenangi saguhati pun jadi ^__^

eh dah pantun ke? ;p

sila klik gambar untuk ke blog beliau!

dan seterusnya untuk maklumat lanjut pertandingan ini.

okeh, pantun teman berbunyi begini:

satu ikhtiar wujud tujuan

galas ilmu elak berangan

biar diri menyanggah luntur

minah ngokngek nak lampau umur

kalau pungguk rindu bulan

hati rela ikhlas turutkan

lima sebelas hadir datang

minah ngokngek hati girang

^___^

okeh, sekian.
old-school sikit la pilihan perkataan tu..
amacam? boleh menang tak? ;p
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.a sweet nightmare.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 11:28:00 +0000

look what i've found!

happy reading!

the kids were playing down the damp, gravel road. kris, the oldest was spinning the third sister, indah, around and around in her hug. while hendra, the second child was chasing the little one, aisa. their happy laughter filled the air. their faces glistened with healthy sweat, swatted frizzy hairs to the already beautiful brown foreheads.

up the road, came mr. green, a friend of father’s in everything green; t-shirt, boots, socks, cargo pants, giving his usual flick of hand and said,

how you doin’?

the girls, except the grinning aisa, ignored him like always. but cheery feeling was gone along with his swagger. mr. green means father is going away again. mr. green means no father for many months.

they stopped playing and started walking towards the other houses and runway-field up the high hill where father would fly his small old plane to distribute goods to the neighbouring remote village. hendra sluggishly walked ahead of kris and indah, with aisa tagging along behind her. some other villagers were walking towards the opposite direction, carrying loads and water from up stream. an old woman, saw the four of them and caught kris’s sad dark eyes. she shook her head as if disapproving. noticing the gesture, kris instinctually reached down and held indah’s hand, meaning to protect. she was somehow relieved that the her sisters were oblivious to what had occurred.

before the girls reached the field, they heard a loud rumbling noise of the plane’s engine. the hard blowing wind far above the ground heightened the noise. they saw father in his comfort zone, giving his signature goodbye of toothy smile and two thumbs up.

but wait.

why is the plane moving backwards?!

father suddenly seemed terribly worried. mr. green forgot to remove the weathered plastic covering the plane’s tail; it was now crumpled as wind blew it close to the fast rotating engine fan. the rickety old plane kept on sliding and turning sideways. kris panicking mind can’t help but thinking,

did the heavy downpour last night make the runway-field that slippery? the rain wore down the slope?

father and mr. green can’t manoeuvre the plane anymore. it skidded and swerved and lunged head first down the steep hill, heavily dragging the body.

the girls felt a tremendous tremble under their small grimy feet as the plane crashed the landing far below. they saw smoke and the wind carried a peculiar smell up the cliff.

but no bang or boom. nothing.

despite the haze which was filling the air, caused by the smoke, everyone who held their breathe when the plane plunged the cliff, inhaled simultaneously. kris hugged indah tighter, hoping it might calm the shudder she felt that ran through indah’s fragile body. ever the reckless one, hendra wanted to rush downhill, to the plane wreckage, but kris gave her a look, raised up her forefinger, held it up for a mere second and then point to aisa, the one hendra should care to. hendra fidgetted, not knowing what to do. while still hugging indah close to her chest, kris’s mind was racing,

i can hear my heart pumping so furiously. surely indah can hear it too, with her head on my chest. what good would it do in calming her in the embrace?

flickering little debris were flown here and there by the strong wind. a few fell on indah’s head so kris patted it away. they waited some more. waited for a roar of explosion. or cries for help. but nothing came. feebly, kris tried to put a cheery voice, asking her dear sister to hum the nursery song they all like. an awkward move. at their far right, kris sensed some movement. a few villagers ran to the cliff and look down.

determined, the four of them follow the crowd slowly walk down the slope, near the wreckage, where a small hut was built long ago. father chose the shabby hut as his haven, usually he would take a rest before and after a flight of sending goods. they saw fire, crackling, eating away what was a plane. getting near the damaged piece of metal, they also got near to the hut.

suddenly, every ears caught thumps of heavy boots in the hut.

father?

father! he’s okay! he’s alive!

no…no….

before kris managed to get hold of hendra’s arm, hendra ran into the hut, along with aisa in tow.

no..no…something is not right.

then everyone heard high pitching screams, followed by wallowing cries. eyes already wet and cheeks damp with tears, kris turned her head to the right and caught a reflection on the dirty window, a shadow that resembled father’s silhouette.

kris kept on holding the third sister tight to her chest, tighter now that indah was shuddering more violently. she saw what hendra failed to see. mr. green was heavily leaning behind the worn door panel, his breathing slow and ragged. half of his torso is fully covered in his own blood or father’s, his proud green heavy boots were now crimson red. and the other half……

the thumps were not from father’s feet walking on the old creaking wooden floor, heading for his favourite resting chair. they were mr. green’s leg. heavy as he had to carry his weight on one leg.

and what was left of father......

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.kamu ada kekasih gelap?.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 11:22:00 +0000

shady as it goes

tickling it may show

the mist is patient

slow, slow

and full moon awaits

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.that thing you feel.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:41:00 +0000

i worry and think too much when it comes to covering my aurat. please don’t go twisting my words into something else (people around me tend to do that, why ah? this is for another entry!) i’m not saying that it’s a burden for me to obey, love and honour Allah’s biddings...no, no, no. what i meant is, there’s this feeling or call-it-what-you-want that you will feel when you are about to do something wrong or when you’re actually doing it. that is the only thing that will either totally or temporarily stop you.

get it? have you ever been in the same situation?

define wrong, you say. well…yours and mine might differ. therefore….although i was mortified when i saw this, i could understand why it occurs. this is because what i think is not okay, might be okay to you.

but the thing is, when did we lose the precious link between faith and logic? how could we let there be a separation in our belief and our daily practice? you think that through and let me know, okay?

all right….now, imagine a lady in her 40s, appraising her from head to toe. she is looking prim and proper, wearing a fashionable tudung and and an elegant baju kurung, covering all her aurat. and then when your eyes glance down.....

you could see her legs!

here is the visualization of what i’m trying to share.

please wear kain dalam. there’s no point of covering your hair and other parts but letting your legs be seen, even if it's in the shadow of your kain baju kurung. the age is only an example so don't take it to heart. and bear in mind, this is an example of a knee length baju kurung. can you picture the view if it's a kebaya pendek or a blouse worn with a sheer long skirt?

inspired by sue anna joe’s wear it right campaign. she had came up with these two; covering the chest is the best and say what? cover the butt.

p/s: yeah i know 'bare' is not the best choice of word but it rhymes with 'beware'! hahah. but you get my point right?

p/p/s: do you feel what i feel? yes? no?
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.blissful life.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 15:07:00 +0000

even though it's quite far from home,

even though i'll leave him home-alone for a few days,

even though i can't attend the posh hi-tea...

it's still a blissful life

when you know that you can...

enjoy good food at affordable price

in a cozy place...

bake some cookies for your hubby

and accompany him finishing his assignment..

show some love to your boss

through a poem...

alhamdulillah

^____^

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.three jobs.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 09:33:00 +0000

okay, i've been tagged...

list three jobs you'd consider pursuing if money didn't matter.

alaaa suka menulis juga....

tapi faiz dah chop dulu pekerjaan tersebut.

baiklah, berusaha berfikir sekarang..

...

orait, dah ade idea.

1. pengurus semak

suka benor mengurus sesuatu, menyusun yang tak tersusun dan membetulkan yang senget-senget. suka fail ade pembahagi warna-warni. pergi pasaraya nampak satu tin susu tak nampak logo ngadap depan macam yang lain, ianya akan dipusingkan mengadap pandangan lalu-lintas pembeli. ade kekosongan kat Giant, leh la panggil ek. orang lain jatuhkan barang, akan dikutip dan diletak semula. suami tak basuh baju, akan dibasuh baju. eh?

dan kalau orang buang sampah keluar kereta, maki dalam hati. ni bukan pekerjaan ye?

2. pelakar

atau pelukis. tapi lakar lagi menarik, sketching i mean. suka benor lakar manusia. pernah suatu ketika berkeinginan mahu melakar nude pictures. sudah pun melakar tapi dalam bayangan saja, bukan guna model yek. selalu berangan mahu ade drawing easel dan canvas and pallete dan hidup zaman 18th century melukis di meadow yang hijau permai. tapi dah lama berhenti. bila nak sambung? bila wang bukan segala-galanye. sekarang ni segala-galanye la? tak juga. tapi nanti macamane nak beli easel, canvas dan pallete?

now, you guys know what i want for my birthday, right? ^_____^

october 17th ye!

3. suri rumah

macamane orang boleh kata menjadi suri rumah itu senang dan akan buat kita lampi? it's a 24/7 job! kamu mampu bekerja 24/7 ke? tapi kan, yang ini lebih kurang sama macam nombor satu. ooooOOo. jadi tak perlu dihuraikan la di sini. baik, sila rujuk nombor satu di atas.

boleh tak faiz?

thank you for reading!

.apa khabar?.

noreply@blogger.com (syitah) — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 13:36:00 +0000

good morning mister goatee!

makin panjang pulak goatie dia...

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