Aal Izz Well

Me and Bro Jack sent off Ms ID to bus station today. That means a return trip from home and KL in a day. We did this too often I think he can drive all the way blindfolded.

Mama was watching a Hindi movie halfway when I joined her in front of the TV. It seems that this particular Bollywood movie has somewhat evolved from the staple 'i love you, we looked good dancing together but your evil father/mother/uncle/neighbour will tear us apart' to super good comedy+family drama with positive message. Behold, the name of the movie, '3 Idiots'.

In short, the protagonist, Aamir Khan, along with his three friends struggled through their college years, searching for the meaning of education, family values and following their hearts. Eh, the last three words sound cheesy. Whatever. Very recommended (5 stars bling bling!) for those who are torn between your ambition and your parents' hope. The jokes are cool too. It's hilarious when they have to sandwich an old man having a heart seizure between Aamir Khan and Kareena Kapoor on a scooter to bring him to the hospital.

I love the movie's quote cum soundtrack too, Aal Izz Well (try saying it a few times and you'll get the meaning).

Hint?*shocked*

~All is Well~

Blissful yet Fatty Day

Last night of New Year was serene around my hometown. Living away from the big city, that's what to be expected. Me, Ms ID and Ms CSI (referred my sisters to their respective ambitions) were attentively watching Japan suspense/sci-fi drama 'Bloody Monday'. We've been through episode 3, so far so good. There were moments where I want to just fall asleep, but the guy casts were so enticing. The mix of Miura Haruma, Satou Takeru and Narimiya Hiroki, I feel like taking the story to dreamland for a kinky remake.

Miura Haruma as Takagi Fujimaru (no weird remarks required)

Ms ID expressed her eagerness to make cookies after visiting Our Best Bites. It looks cool. Hopefully her excitement lasts longer to actually made them. I'll post the pictures if it ever becomes reality.

Now to resume Bloody Monday~

As long as it doesn't kill you

Wow 31st of December! It's already been half day through and I still haven't gone out from the comfort zone of my room and dining table. Still, I'm not the laziest one around, because Fawee is still tucked in bed. We laid three bedsheets on her in an attempt to wake her up, hoping to see her all sweaty and flustered because of the heat. Two hours later, she's still hell-bent on holding her fort.

Lately, my weight shoot up again. Looking back, I started gaining unreasonable extra weights when I was 14. I befriended a very nice person back then, and we often go for recess together. I ate what she ate, same food and portion too. Maybe it was the in-thing to do back then, copying your friends. One thing that never crosses my mind was how fast I started to imitate her large stature. Soon after, I adopted big portion of meals daily.

It's been 9 years since I've been living under the label of 'the fat friend'. So it doesn't come as a surprise that my new year resolution will be 'stop working in food industry'. Temptation here is crazy! or at least, 'shed off 12 kilos, one per month'. Yeah, that sounds decent.

Good luck to you and your new-year resolution/s!

A song for the lost soul~ah ha I sounded like a poet!

I PMed a friend residing in Singapore this morning, and he told me how lonely he feels not celebrating Christmas this year with his family back home in Philippines. Freshly out of bed at that time, I said nothing to comfort him. Thinking back, it makes me feel like plucking my eyelashes out of regret.

So I tried looking around (browsing my .avi, not the internet) for any emphatic Christmas song, in an attempt to make his Christmas a bit better, if not worse. I had this really beautiful Christmas song, sung by a Japanese group KAT-TUN. Secretly I feel proud of myself, but I was left dumbfounded when I read the translation. The song is actually about lovers going separate ways, but still hoping to rekindle.

Please forgive me with the spirit of festive season.

White X'mas by KAT-TUN

Mr. Brain said feed your brain with sweets

The past weeks had been, uhm, hectic? It is normal here in our household, since everybody wants to display their exquisite sense of humor. Including Rayzo. Interesting fact: Dila and Fawee are excellent cooks. Mama said it's because she guided them through the whole cooking process, in an attempt to make me feel better about my tasteless cooking. It's okay, I prefer eating than cooking anyway.

Last weekend me and Jack went to our eldest cousin's wedding, Dr. Boboy. The weather was cloudy, I think we has a little rain in the middle of the ceremony but it wasn't life-threatening. We stayed to help around till the very end and lived to bring home the second tier cake out of a 3-tier wedding cake sponsored by Boboy's pops' friend. When I saw how big the cake is, my heart cried out of fear for the upcoming calories.

Oh yeah, and we made 1000+ of these sponge cakes for the wedding for the guests. Hard work really, even for seven people (yeah Rayzo helped too. He still get credits even if he made a cameo)

Bulky size cakes, fitted into individual plastics before being inserted into boxes

Dila took over the title pastry maker in the house recently. She made eclairs plus pastry cream (I usually use whipping cream, no hassle). The cream was a bit burned, but still better than the lazy bum who don't even add sugar to the whipping cream.

Next week I have an interview to attend to. This time I know not to put much confidence in securing the job. And on the weekend I'll be attending a course on rescue operation as a part of my never-ending Red Crescent instructor course. My last experience of rescue operation taught me to be in good shape, because it is strenuous physically and mentally. Note to self: don't forget shampoo.

Surprise surprise!

Since me and familia moved to kampung about five years ago, I squirreled away from any social gathering held by the kampung folks, mainly because I wasn't acquainted to anybody of my age. My weekends were filled with trips to the city, inevitable shopping emergencies and just plain sleep-ins.

Today I was out of excuses. Mama brought me and Dila to a majlis khatan and cukur jambul. Baba and Abang went ahead of us, because I took too long to get ready. I thought we might witness cute, apathetic (might be they are curbing their fears) boys getting ready to be circumcised, but all I saw were happy, energetic kids running around the open hall where the event was organised, and their parents happily chatting with each other, totally ignoring the rampage that's going on.

The event started off with prayer reciting, and in five minutes, I found myself lining beside the banquet table . I guess it's normal, forgive my inexperience-ness.

While digging into my plate of lamb curry and other colourful dishes I can't make out the ingredients (but they sure tasted good), I saw the popular albino kid me and my cousins saw first time in Nek Ngah's house. He was wearing yellow baju melayu complete with ketayap. I referred him as 'Powder', after Sean Patrick Flanery's movie. I was looking at him when our eyes met (that does sound a bit pedo) and smiled at him, but he ignored and looked away. Ah, it's been awhile since last I got rejected.

While watching the kids making hullabaloo, a boy about 6, 7 year-old walked past me. I can imagine how he looked when he's older, because he's already look like one. Premature aging, first time I saw a real-life specimen. His face is not wrinkly, but the skins seems like it lost its elasticity. The skin under the eyes and the cheeks are sagging, also the skin at his hands joints. Baba later on told us he is 14 year-old boy on our way back home.

Today's occurrences made me reminisced the good old days of my practical years in university: how hospitals scare the hell out of me. It still amazes me how I was able to complete 6 months of practical without telling a single soul of my fear. Maybe because it sounded silly to me at that time, getting a cold feet of hospitals. There, I've said it.

Oh, and I'm also a Red Crescent Society member. Mind-boggling, no?

Rainy morning blues

Since the beginning of Fawee's SPM, we began travelling back and forth her school for breakfast and lunch time, bringing packed home delicacies for her. Me and Dila (Ms ID) are assigned to dispatch lunch, because it's impossible to wake us up in the morning.

So both of us driving amateurs take turns driving over, me driving to and Dila driving back home. It was all prudent and safety-first driving till I get too comfortable behind wheels.

One day I was driving with Abang, and how terrified he is all the way in the 15-minute journey. I sped till 80 km/h driving in a zigzag motion through the narrow and crooked jalan kampung and I even took over a bus. I can see he had weak knees, literally. Baba told him, "that's the way how you would drive", so I was spared the tongue-lashing. Heh, maybe it was desperation to show him that I can drive. Next time I'll use blindfold.

Fawee finished her SPM yesterday. Me and Dila went over to pick her stuffs up, including one AF bag, a box of books and a book rack. She sure knows how to utilize us. You know how it is when we are packing up, we stumbled on those nostalgic stuffs and start reminiscing. So 30 minutes work extended to two hours. Dry, clean clothes were stained by sweats and make-ups being rubbed onto.

Now my room looks like a warehouse selling pirated CDs.

Post di kala senggang

Spotted during a trip to AmiPlus in Batu Berendam, Melaka.

The creativeness is overflowing.

Happy Mama's Day

The most common comment people give if they are interviewed by TV station during Mother's Day on May is 'every day is Mother's Day'. I'm well-informed because I am one of those people quoting that noble citation.

On Mother's Day, we are obliged to shower Mama with affection, be it cakes, chocolates, fancy spa trips or just plain doing household chores. And thou should not do anything that can agitate your Mama.

But sometimes Mama just drew me up the wall. Shit happened, what am I supposed to do?

Of course, she gave me a tongue-lashing, and I gave her a piece of my mind.

5 minutes later, guilty conscience seeps in and I feel like banging my head to the wall, regretting my quick-temper.

Sorry Mama. So much for celebrating Mama's Day everyday.

Himono-onna

This morning at 4.30 am, Charlie Clouse's Saw theme aka my alarm rang. The five of us eligible to fast (Mama, Chichiue, Bro Jack, Ms ID and I) had our sahur of roti canai+oats+various buns available on the table. We decided to fast to commemorate Ms CSI's first day of SPM. She is named that way because of her intense ambition of taking up Forensic Chemistry and making it her life-long career. So much for watching Grissom? Hmm..

After Subuh, me and Ms ID start off our slumber party. We woke up at 8, have some silly conversation, continue sleeping till 11. I opened my tired eyes (tired of shutting them too much) and saw Ms ID watching 'Hotaru no Hikari' on her lappy. I joined, and time flew by. At 12.20 pm, Mama told us to get ready to go to Ms CSI's school (which is 10 minutes drive from home). Since she is bound to her boarding school, her hobby is calling home and ask for favors, e.g. toothbrush and toothpaste, sudden craving for cakes.

So to stay true to the post's title, both of us himono-onna (literally dried up fish girl/ messy and lazy girl) showered and readied in 10 minutes' time. Ms ID can really pull it out, dressing cutely while I looked haggard (of sleeping of course), with T-shirts and sweatpants. What ever.

Us girls then went to see Ms CSI, she had her lunch made by Mama and spent the time before her next paper at 1.30 pm chatting with us.

As soon as we arrived home, I continue my sweet slumber~ till 3.30 pm when I realised I can wake up with double chin if I keep this up.

I want to blame Ms ID for influencing me.

What's in That Little Head of Yours I Wonder

It puzzled me on how can you hold a grand, special day of your life when you shove me off the time I asked for my munny back. And you even have the balls to invite me?

What the hell. It's like going on a fool's errand trying to get what's mine.

Mama said, forgive and forget. So first step is omitting you from my life.

Facebook. Remove from friends. End of story. Peace of mind^^

Did we bump on each other last night?

This incident happened while I was asleep. Fine, a dream. I dreamed of a new friend I met a couple of weeks ago in UiTM. I'll refer him as Mr. Vest because he's fond of wearing the Red Crescent vest. Maybe he's just like me, enticed by the vest's light-reflector function.

So, what happened in my dream? I confessed my shojo/romantic feelings for him (eh?) and he accepted it. And we ended up in a reversed-role relationship, where he's being cute and all, sending cute messages through the phone and wearing cute apron while cooking food (cute is all the adjective I want to use).

And as for me, well let's just say I was kinda annoying+snobbish+wears manly clothes kind of character. So much for the one confessing.

Anyway in real life, I like befriending Mr. Vest because he simply gives off good vibes. Nice smile, respectful to others, even to me whom got off on the wrong foot with him (I scornfully asked him to take off his vest when we first met), plays guitar and a talented photographer.

This morning I got a notification on FB telling me that he added me in a group. It's trivial, but really, did we bump on each other last night?

Cheesy me haha.

Funny story..

0.0 This is like something out of a dream. The Basic First Aid exam tomorrow is cancelled. Thus, today's tentative will be game, play game and game some more.

Hmm before that, let's try calming Rayzo who's throwing a fit right now.

Shell is an adorable gas station with the cutest logo

I dislike refilling car's gas tank. Me and my Big Bro Jack share a car, so only once in a blue moon I'll have go to the gas station myself. I'll lost my composure as soon as I bring my car next to gas pump. I'll get nervous if the car didn't park precisely in the allocated box. Then there's problem opening the fill cap, and I never miss bumping my head to the door. I'll then keep touching the car to neutralize my electrostatic energy for the fear of creating any sparks that will light up the whole gas station (I read it on a poster in Shell. Implausible, but better safe than sorry).

Then the awkwardness of walking to and from the cashier counter to pay. Then comes the friendly questions from the cashier that will be responded with huge, nervous laughter every time.

I express my concern (ahem) to Jack, and his solution: practice makes perfect. I dislike that idiom too.

Don't stop till you Drop

In 4 more days, I'll be sitting for Basic First Aid exam. Uhuhu after 3 years of leaving school, it has become hard to keep still the attention span for longer than 5 minutes. Nevertheless, I sure have the much-needed confidence. But heck, i had that too when I went to an interview for a job. And I was turned down, leaving everybody dumbfounded, especially myself.

Hopefully it will be smooth sailing with the exam. If else, I should just throw away my fancy triangular bandage with red crescent logo on its peak.

All the best to my comrades. Let's be there - with bells on!

Of Essay and Account

A memory crosses my mind.

I was reading an essay exam question. A very cute title, 'You have 1 million ringgit, how would you spend it?' I raised my head, sweeping away my bushy hair. I stared blankly at the handsome Cikgu Azman, my Malay language teacher (haha, he's a darling). He grinned. I looked back at the paper and started scribbling.

One week later, Cikgu Azman handed out our exam paper. I got 2. Out of the allocated 30 marks. He smiled and said, "this is Malay language, you should write an essay, not make an account sheet on how you'd spend your money. Don't get confused next time". I can see Wan Muhd. Hafizuddin and Syahirah looked at me with perplexed faces.

That was 10-year-old Momoe, back during her green days.

Taking Personality Test is the best way to blow away the cobwebs

Taken from http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx

Your view on yourself:

You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:

Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.

Your views on education

Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.

The right job for you:

You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:

Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.

What are you most afraid of:

You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.

Who is your true self:

You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.

p/s: Sweet talker. I'll buy to this.

The Piercing yet Vibrant Sun

In short, it's hot today. It makes me traveled back to 8 hours ago, when Father was working very hard on his vast kebun (land). The endless string of dripping sweat, the back ache from bending vigorously to plant a part of ubi keledek (sweet potato) stem on the garden bed, stand up, walk a few inches away and bend again to plant a stem, carefully distancing them from each other. I feel pathetic for sleeping in.

No time for remorse. I have a paperwork to settle.