Mokciknab will be flying off to Jakarta this weekend. In her recent-most entry, she mentioned how the office is trying to figure out the most horrible 4-letter word in the English language. Love

True enough, we spend half the time in the office discussing matters that we would never talk about with anyone else. I guess the whole environment enable us to open up and just pour our hearts out.

Besides, most of us are living with the things we fear/loathe/love/hate the most and first thing in the morning over that much needed dose of ciggies, teh tariks and limau ais kosongs, we confess our hearts out.

Mokciknab will always be there telling us what we do not want to know. Yes you heard me. The harsh realities of life. But much needed too as somehow, sometimes, no matter how high you’re riding on love, somebody has to pull you back to earth and slap you sober and say

“He’s having doubts about the whole relationship thing”
“You’re moving too fast”
“Maybe he doesn’t like you”
“Oh my god he’s ugly”

Most of the time it’s true and no matter how hard you try to deny it, that little place in your heart will always nod to what she says.

She has this power of telling you the truth in a very beautiful way. She would use songs and situations and scenes from movies.

So enough of Mokciknab. Soon, the whole therapy session will be done through Skype.

Cerita Pasal Rumah

Mulder and Izrin have been going to furniture shops looking for the perfect wardrobe, thin and tall. This is due to the fact that there’s not much space in Mulder’s room. So he has to either, get a huge closet, place it in Izrin’s room at the risk of Izrin wearing his clothes and all, or get a thin one, which he’s been doing the past few weeks I think.

That and buying fabric for baju melayu. Seriously I don’t know that there are so many colors and textures to choose from. Me, being me, I just like to stick to something safe. Black is safe, white is too safe. Wear white and Sampin koleq and people would mistake you for a budak koleq who just doesn’t know where to draw the line.

I did want to try something other than black, but when you visit your relatives on the morning of Hari Raya, chances are you might spill some kuah kacang, or rendang on it and rendering it useless for your afternoon outing visiting more relatives, stuffing more kuah kacang and rendang in your face.

Everything else is okay with the house. We are (at least I am) getting very, very irritated by the next door neighbor’s dog(s?). Last nite when I got home, tired after dinner, it kept on barking like there was no tomorrow. Don’t get me wrong, I love dogs. Especially Emma’s. Stupid and quite. I just don’t like them when they are smart and loud.

Anyway. Puasa in around the corner. Ramadan always brings sadness to me, especially after both my maternal grandparents passed away during Ramadan. Despite that, I still love Ramadan because this is the time when I can just relax and beribadat. I am not exactly the poster boy for ‘Good Muslim’ but am trying very, very hard. Maybe this year I’ll attend the Tarawikh too.

A new place
A new beginning

So it’s been a while. Initially I stopped this whole blogging thing because I was occupied with the UTP Project and all. That and the fact I was just too lazy to compose anything.

So I’ll just give you the Cliff Note's version of the things that‘s been happening.

1) UTP Tronoh
2) Khun Reed
3) Zack’s Wedding
4) This is my favorite, PINDAH RUMAH

On My Younger Brother Getting Engaged Before Me

I am still waiting for my ‘Sepersalinan’. Make that songket, 4-meter long and 4-ply gold thread. That or anything from Tiffany and Co.

On Weddings

I hate going to wedding receptions. Weddings make me feel like a loser, single and all. As if the ‘single table’ is not bad enough, they have to rub it in with speeches on relationship and all. I used to just drink the nite off and spend the nite on the bathroom floor after making fun of the dais. But now that drinking has left the system, the least I can do is sit down and come up with '10 Ways to Commit Suicide: A Loser's Guide to Ending It All'.

On New House In Pandan Indah

So we got this house in Pandan Indah ( despite my initial dislike with anything ‘Pandan’ ). It’s a 4 bedroom link house. Izrin, Mulder, Nageb and I share the rent.

On Why I Hate Anything Pandan

Blame it on my maid. When I was 6, I saw one of my friends carrying a tumbler full of green liquid. It tasted good.

“Pandan,” he answered when I asked him what it was.

I went back home and convinced my maid that you can actually make ‘Air Pandan’ by blending them. She did and gave me a glass full. I had no choice but to drink it. Needless to say our recipe for "Air Pandan" was actually a recipe for disaster. I had diarrhea and my maid was almost fired for being mildly intelligent.

On Marble Floor

The only thing that I don’t like about the house is the fact that the floor is made of marble. I just hate how cold it is when I walk in my room for a smoke (you can’t smoke in the living room because the smell would linger and that could lead to the untimely death of any one of my housemates, now we don’t want that do we). Solution?
Old Kilim rug from Old House in Bangi. Have to measure the room so as not to end up with an oversized rug.

On Super Spacious Kitchen

We are all still trying to figure out what to do with the spacious kitchen.

On Waiting Long Enough To Get What You Really Want

Mokciknab’s son, Adam, once said,

“If you wait long enough, good things will come to you”.

But then again, he was reffering to Playstation II.

On Hand Phone Charger

I manage to break my hand phone charger twice in the period of 8 months. As we are all well aware, Motorola has a penchant for discontinuing the production of certain hand phone models and its accessories, so if you break em, you throw em away and get a new one. Good marketing strategies.

But knowing me, and how I hate to spend more than 20 bucks on anything, I repeat, anything, (ok maybe I did spend a bit much on those Polo t-shirts), I tried to track down the winners who won the phone, the same time I did, and give them a call. Minus one, since I already took my friend’s charger after he lost his phone. So 3 more to go.

As I was fighting the urge to call Mahani Awang, editor Of ‘Wanita’ and borrow her charger, Ashwad told me that I could get the charger in Taman Tun. So I did. And it was cheap. 15 bucks, so instead of coughing up 100 bucks for a freaking charger that you know is going to get ruin after, say 4 months, you might as well get a 15 ringgit charger that you can just throw away and get a new one anytime you want. And true enough, mine met with an accident while I was cleaning the house on Merdeka Day. One of the clasps that were supposed to attach the charger to the phone broke and now I had to lean the phone and the charger against something so that it can work properly. Smart kan?