november

Finally.

Spm ended at my centre today. All in all, it was an exciting experience, after not invigilating for a number of years. The other invigilators, wal’asiri, hasni, zuraidah, sarinah, anish n aina were wonderful friends and we got along well. We started off awkwardly at first but once I started to spend them pizza during the second week, everyday there would be food supplied by somebody. We had roti canai telor every morning. Either that or nasi lemak. Then zuraidah brought nasi kerabu with ayam bako. When it came to aina’s turn, she brought roti nan with kari daging, specially made by her mum. And today being the last day, wal’ asiri treated us to kfc. Layan..

fatin alya dayah anis

Even the students too were well-behaved overall. I even made friends with some of them, since dayah was there, namely anis fatin yasmin alya yusuf fahmi.. on their last day, we went to mcd, courtesy of me lah, who else, kan hahaa

arief lisa nia + lily n dayah

Then, the next day, I chilled with my favorite girls, dayah and lily at lumut. Wednesday, 5 mawar was having their last get-together at teluk batik, and as usual, I was invited. Not to let them down, after finishing my morning chores, I took nia arief n lisa there. It was fun: there was a lot of food; ayam bako, spaghetti, nasi goreng, red velvet cake, nugget, fruit.. and the games they had were simply outrageous, if I may say so. The students really enjoyed themselves. The same goes for my children, who strolled by the beach. It was noon but the weather was so soothing. Alhamdulillah.

Last nite it rained. It rained and rained and it continued till today afternoon. I was quite worried that it might be flooded at home since I was at my spm centre. But it turned out okeyy. Not to be dampen by the weather, I went to anis’ to get my cheese cake. I heard she made delicious cheese cake. And true to it, the children wanted more. Hahaa guess I have to repeat the order later lahh, ekk. Well, that’s another story. After getting the cheese cake, I had mee rebus at pak bakar’s with anis n dayah. Layan lagi..

5 mawar!!

And after the exam today, sent yasmin home. Yasmin is ipin’s daughter. I know her family, especially her dad, and I felt sorry for her coz her mum passed away all of a sudden a couple of years ago. Wanted to meet ipin but he wasn’t home yet. Perhaps next time. inshaAllah.

loved ones..

On another note, in between invigilating spm, I went back to pj. Twice. The first time was a day trip to get the Hyundai getz, bought for iliya la konon2nya hahaa. It’s for her to drive when she needs to go to hospital later for her practice. the second time was last weekend. This time I went back with my missus and nia n arief n lisa n iliya. Though it was only for a nite, it was time well-spent, since I met al, abg n kak ezza, and especially bak. I’m happy for bak, coz since the new maid is here, he feels much better and it shows in his expression and appetite. Hopefully it stays that way. inshaAllah.

getz kaklong !!

And now I’m home. Spending time with my beloved. With that November ends. Full of events n happenings n moments.

Thank you Allah for all Your Blessings upon me.

ending & beginning

“All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.” Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet In Heaven

for one more day

the third novel i'm reading within three weeks..

well, i'm invigilating spm currently, and what better way to kill the time than reading? (other than zikrullah lee.. )
i finished ' the magic strings of frankie presto', also by mitch albom, and ' the travels of ibn battutah', edited by tim mackintosh-smith.

though i've read this book before, it's worth a second reading actually.
to be honest, anything by mitch albom is a bestseller, and his materials suit me.
toying with nostalgic themes, and narrating it in his simple but profound manner.

    



“It’s such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.” — Mitch Albom

layan..

to be hurt again..

To be hurt*. Again. Such blasé.  

Words are worthless, it seems.

Or perhaps, promises are meant to be broken.

Perhaps that’s it after all.
But it's okey..

*being left behind without an utter of explanation

after bio 3 paper 

- nice -

It’s nice to be important but it’s more important to be nice


Zlatan Ibrahimovic

our life

Our life is a story of stories..

nkc

d Cincirat

guala! on fender stratocaster, gaban, fadil.. peoih amik gambo

it was a friday nite special.

jammin session with the cincirat.

with d aid of wak anje & mak tum, d session was one to remember, gua cakap lu hahaa

song after song belted out, gaban was in his groove, licking every solo. and fadil too was in his element. peoih sang to d top of his voice..

gua? layan..

i am U

today's reading

all humans are musical.
           why else would the Lord give you a beating heart?



started reading it today in between watching over the spm candidates.
into page 179 already, & engrossed..