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cuba teka akak kat mana?

the first who answer it correctly, dpt la fridge magnet tmpt itu....hahahaha

London babeh!

I can’t believe this! I’m posting this entry from 220 Finchley Road, London NW3 6DH.

Yes I’m in London now! Go google!

I had to apologize for keeping my mouth sealed all this time. Even with the tickets confirmed, I was barely able to put my nervousness at ease. I kept thinking: what if at the very last minute I can’t go?

So now you know why I said I really had no budget to buy a new hand phone. I was saving up in order not to confiscate the-not-so-much saving I had. Or at least the damages are under control. Whatever.

Oh, I’m extremely grateful especially to Chenta who has been really supportive towards all this. Menahan gelak dengan senyum kambing mengkantoikan daku berangan dgn jacket and all depan cermin adalah so very cool darling!. Can’t thank you enough for helping me plan the itineraries and the new point-and-shoot. But the top of all is, his firm assurance that Iman will be ok without me. It really lessens the heartache and guilt in my heart. Ya Puan-puan, I’m traveling with my SIL. For 16 days I’ll be totally ignoring responsibilities and deep office issues. Chenta denied his desire to revisit London only to give way to me for he is also saving up to you-never-know-where-and-when trip. Hopefully with him around, Iman won’t be that confused. Mummy love you very much baby!. My heart ache already. Urgghhh…..
And to Chenta : papa, jangan papa jahat, jangan papa nakal sangat……hah!

Again, I had to apologize in advance because I can’t guarantee there will be much of souvenirs as my budget are very limited. But if there's anything you would like to purchase here, please just let me know. I'd be more than happy to help. Just remember the ongkosnya ya ibu-ibu, bapak-bapak….hehehe. but then, kalau beg akak tak muat.....nak wat guano kan..hahahaha


Well, here I am. London babeh!. Wooohooooooo. (ampunkan kejakunan ku itu, and ready for more! hehehe)

Piccadilly line from Heathrow

my 1st chicken doner kebab katanya kepada En. Nitzus

tanpa membuang masa, lepas lunch torus ke bond street

oxford street @ Primark yg sale bagai nak rak!

Itu Rambut.

You know how lebat-yet-nipis iman’s hairs are. When the bob seems more like a mop, obviously it’s time for another haircut. Ditambah pula makcik pakcik yg constantly complaining eh mcm girl la…. Panjangnya rambut…. Bla..bla…

Frankly I don’t mind the mop or gegirl or whatever people might call it. I love his long hair. Tapi, when Hj. Setam said “ish…panjang betul rambut Iman ni…” that’s it. CUT.

My father : you will never see his hair longer than ½ inches! Never! All the cucus jantan before Iman never had long hair. Crewcut only, just like Atuk, not until they start schooling. He’ll make sure if the bapak didn’t do it, he will took the cucus to the barber himself. But being the youngest cucu, from the youngest daughter, Iman always had an exceptional. Atuk will just say ‘macam anak mat salleh…’ . The above statement has shown his limit.

Emm so sweet…. (abah geram jek tengok….)

After been told and reading like zillion times, at last Abah agreed to try this saloon called Cheeky Monkey. I love the saloon. Good concept with creative decorations, sports car chair, LCD TVs, small activity table for drawing, cutting and coloring. Iman loves it too. In fact he loves it too much that he forgot the main reason we were there. He cried and force his way around. I think he didn’t get the idea why the Abang kept kacau him playing. The barber sure had a hard time with him.

in the process : at the xtvt table , at the high chair, & running around! urrggg!

Even though it’s a great place, I think Iman got confused. It’s more like a play area or playground to him. Unlike previous trip to the real saloon and mamak, he behaved very well.

break @ kiz sports, nearly finish - siap tukar baju!

It was Chenta’s idea to try ‘boy cut’. Ye la anak jantan dia being called gegirl kan, remember? I was so devastated with the result. I told chenta : Yang, no more boy cut or what ever cut after this. Iman will have his bob, until the day he start schooling. Hah!

later at home, and oh, the tobek hair cost us RM25.00!.

Jalan-jalan Padang Temerloh

Mana: Kampung Pasir Sia, Padang Piol

Bila: Mac 29, 2008
Siapa : Family sebelah Abah
Ada apa: Hantar pengantin!

We had never been to Padang Piol let alone Kampung Pasir Sia. So we were very excited!

From KL we stopped at Kerdau (my biras’s parent’s house, Tok Ki and Tok Wan) and were served with delicious breakfast. We had nasi dagang, nasi kerabu, nasi goreng, kerabu pucuk labu, dodol kukus and pisang goreng. Although we already had our breakfast earlier, we finished almost everything on the table!.

We then drove to Jerantut Mosque as the Pengantin will be waiting there. Right after Zohor we headed to Padang Piol. Piol lives by its name. Naik biol sbb jlnnya bengkang bengkok but I love the countryside. The road is actually headed to Taman Negara so, you can imagine all the big trees cover the side road.

We were welcomed with paluan gong carried by two men. They lead us to the groom’s house.

encik gong dan rombongan cik kiah

rombongan cik kiah di halaman rumah pengantin

Then followed by the silat pencak. Its been ages since I last saw silat pencak like this. In my kampong, silat pengantin usually very lembut and berbunga-bunga. But here at Padang Piol they showed us the real silat.

agak handsome adik pesilat ini.

Iman was so thrilled that he actually stand still (rhyme la pulak..heheh) and ternganga-nganga mulutnya.

Then the DJ (notice the huge speaker?) invited us in.

I was thinking that we will be seated kat khemah, instead, we were lead into the house. Ah…this is how people did it dolu-dolu kan, no matter how small your house is. Tetamu is tetamu, jemput naik rumah. I was so excited!. Now tell me out of 5 majlis kawen u attend, how many you actually been invited into the house? What about eating nasi kenduri inside the house? Nay? Khemah..khemah..khemah….tak pon dewan…dewan…dewan….hah!

rombongan cik kiah naik rumah

Then upon seeing what have been prepared for us….i was speechless! I cuit Chenta and he just said.. I know…I know…best giler!..hehehehe. It was like being in 70s! what I saw in my sister’s wedding pictures are now terbentang depan mata! I love the safrah…the deco of the food, the sirap…the desserts…..soooooooo 70sss!

Feast your eyes people!

The food was seriously marvelous! Mangkuk Patin tidak berbekas!. Gulai lemak kerbau sungguh wallah! Maka ayam golek tinggal tergolek sbb lauk kampong hebat sangat!!!

kekenyangan, Iman then bergoyang pinggul di laman.

dan dapat jek paper bag berkat teruss menonong nak balik!.

tapi lihat dulu cik kiah yang tersenyum gumbira dengan 'berkat' mangkuk tingkat saiz XL. mak jalan dulu tu......

Padang Piol definitely rock!

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

This poignant story revolves around family, love, friendship, history, betrayal and subsequent redemption. It is painfully honest story; it grips and rips your heart into pieces. I cried. In fact I cried few times.

Hosseini tells story like no other debut authors. Afghanistan been illustrated brilliantly, in such generous and compassion. It is like stepping your foot there and smell the dusty air. Here I learnt about Hazara - an ethnic minority group and their fight.

I so love the killer phrase “a thousand times over”. Sungguh berhantu!

Oh I found this while googling around. Even terjemahan pon sungguh sedap dibaca! Enjoy!

Suatu hari dimusim panas yang lalu, temanku Rahim Khan menelepon dari Pakistan. Dia memintaku mengunjunginya. Sambil berdiri di dapur dengan gagang telepon menempel ditelingaku, aku tahu bahwa bukan hanya Rahim Khan yang berbicara di telepon itu. Dosa tak termaafkan dari masa laluku turut hadir di sana. Setelah menutup sambungan itu, aku berjalan-jalan di sepanjang Spreckles Lake di pinggiran utara Golden Gate Park. Cahaya matahari awal senja berkilauan menyiram permukaan air, tempat lunisan kapal miniature berlayar dengan dorongan angin yang semilir.

Saat aku menatap ke atas, kulihat sepasang laying-layang, merah dengan ekor panjang berwarna biru, berayun dilangit. Kedua layang-layang itu menari jauh tinggi melampaui pepohonan di bagian barat taman itu, di atas kincir angin, melayang berdampingan bagaikan sepasang mata yang memandang ke bawah pada San Francisco, kota yang sekarang telah menjadi kampong halamanku. Tiba-tiba aku mendengar bisikan Hassan dikepalaku: Untukmu, keseribu kalinya. Hassan, si pengejar layang-layang berbibir sumbing.

Aku duduk dibangku taman dekat pohon willow, memikirkan ucapan Rahim Khan sebelum dia memutuskan sambungan telepon, ucapan yang ditambahkan, seolah sebelumnya terlupakan. AdaKabul. Aku memikirkan kehidupan yang kujalani hingga musim dingin 1975 itu tiba dan mengubah segalanya. Dan membuatku menjadi diriku yang sekarang. jalan untuk kembali menuju kebaikan. Aku memandang sepasang layang-layang di langit. Aku memikirkan Hassan. Memikirkan Baba. Ali.

Best kan!

“Buku ini begitu dasyat, hingga untuk waktu yang lama, buku lain yang kubaca terasa hambar” – Isabel Allende

Pergghhh….segeralah dapatkan dipasaran.