Madness of Mokciknab
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.
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.