Perginya tak kan kembali lagi

Hari yg ke 68
Seperti tak percaya
How I wish that it was never happend
Mcm olok2 je
But the fact is, abah dah tiada. Abah dah kembali menemui PenciptaNya
Kosong...sedih..pilu.. pahit....tak dapat digambarkan dgn kate2.
kadangkala bile keseorangan, aku akan teringat pada die.
Especially, bile nk balik kg. when it about 1-2 km before reach umah abah...makin kuat ingatan pada die. aku macam nak patah balik...sbb aku tahu, i will never see him again.

Untuk type entry ni...aku memerlukan mase. untuk mengumpul kekuatan mengenang kembali hari2 terakhir bersama abah. Betol...org nampak aku kuat...aku x nangis. Aku masih bole bercerita pasal abah dgn kawan2 w'pun masa tu abah baru pergi 3-4 hari. tp dalam hati,,,xde sape yg tahu.(may be en, suami tahu). mungkin aku x nk org kesian pd aku. sbb bile org kesian pd aku..aku akan seday.

Raya 2010. Raya puasa terakhir bersama abah di kg 

For those yg follow my blog, they know that my father was admitted to hospital in 2011. http://ceritaciklida.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html. He was warded in ICU ward for nearly 1 week. but alhamdulillah, he recover and gain some weight. bole bwk motor and kembali sihat. So bile kali ni abah admitted hospital lg..we dont really worried. because we seen him in worst condition before. but itu janji Allah. Siapa kite nak menghalangnya...Doa kami..anak2 abah semoga abah tenang disana. semoga abah ditempatkan bersama2 org yg beriman dan mendapat rahmat and syafaat dr Rasullullah. Aku cube menulis sebaik mungkin perjalanan akhir abah.

29 November 2012 (khamis)

Abg Wah (abg aku yg duduk kat kg, die cikgu) call ucop (adik paling bongsu yg duduk dgn aku) tye die free tak hari ni. sbb die nak suruh ucop balik kg and amik abah then hantar g hospital sg buloh. tp hari tu ucop ade clas. so abg wah decide nak htr abah, and mak ikot sekali. mlm tu mak call abg wah, bgtau abah sakit2 perut. actually abah dah sakit perot dr hari sblm tu...tp mlm tu, it getting worst and abah tak bole nak tahan.

abah spai hospital kol 12 tghari, terus pegi emergency. that time ucop and abg sani (abg aku yg duk bukit naga, yg jaga yayan) dah spai hospital gak. kebetulan plak hari tu doc ade 2 org je. so faham2 la...spai ptg baru dapat rawatan. sian abah..sbb tak larat , abah baring atas simen. mak jumpa nurse mtk cepat...tp org ramai kan... after work, aku nk husband pegi hospital. time tu abah dah dalam bilik kat emergency area tu. aku n husband masuk tgk abah. time tu abah nampak mcm kesakitan. tak lama pun bole tgk. masuk pun x bole ramai. tak lame lepas tu, mail (abg atas aku) n kakyg (our eldest sister) with family sampai.  diorg plak take turn jpa abah. anak kakyg semua ade except kakak. kakak dah otw ke trgn sbb weekend tu die konvo. abah asyik tye pasal kakak pd anak2 kak yg. dah nk dekat 12 mlm...we decide nak balik.before that aku n husband tgk abah sekali lg.

then we decided, ucop has to stay overnight, tgu sampai abah di transfer to ward. otw ke kereta...kitorg dgr annoucement asking keluarga en.husin utk ke emergency. masing2 berdebar time tu. so we all patah balik ke emergency. rupenya doc pakar datang. die nak tahu history pasal sakit abah. then after discussion, that doc pakar said, she suspected that abah is having appendics. kemungkinan esok kena operate.

30 November 2012 (friday)

Mak balik umah aku. pagi my husband hantar mak ke umah abg sani. aku plak pegi mercu sekejap, inform secretary nak amik CL. then aku staright pegi seremban, amik dokumen n settle keje sikit. dlm kol 12 balik kl and sent my opismate to opis. aku terus g hospital sg buloh nk melawat abah. byk kali call ucop tp tak angkat2 pun. tak tahu nape aku bole terlintas nak amik CL..sebelom ni, aku x penah amik CL. biasenye after work baru aku g hospital.

Aku sampai hospital dlm kol 2. aku call ward bgtau nak naik jpa abah (mase melawat dah abih so kena mtk permission). then they said, x bole sbb dah ade org tgu kat ward. aku pelik dah sbb setahu aku...xde sape yg kat spital. then aku call mail tye whether die ade kat ward ke.die ckp xde. jap lg guard tu panggil, suh naik ward. rupenya salah inform dah

so aku pegi ward.Abah nampak better than mlm smlm. so aku tye doc, what is next?nak kena operate ke? The answered was suprised me. diorg tgh tgu OT and supply of blood, for preparation if lets say operations nnti ade complication. so aku tye..ade call sesape x to inform nk operate. doc tu jawap...x pun sbb abah sedar and so die sign sendiri je.bole mcm tu ek..so aku mlas nak complaint. then the doc mention that the appendics mcm dah burst. its worried me..then aku tye one of the nurse on the risiko of operation. its suprised her as aku bg tau, none of the doctor brief pasal tu. so she called one of the doc to brief pasal operation. based on my understanding, appendics operations risk is low, but due to usia abah and condition of his health, the risk is there. thats why diorg prepare darah bagai. the risk is bleeding and infection, but they already prepared with the blood and ubat. .time tu abah tye byk kali, bile mak nak spai. mak plak time tu tgh stuck in traffic jammed. then aku teman abah spai ke OT,just before abah spai kat OT, nuar (adik aku yg dok kg) and Imah (kakak aku yg dok puncak alam) spai. so diorg sempat la jumpa abah b4 operations.  Abah masuk OT dlm kol 4 lebey n operations settle dlm kol 7. sepanjang tgu abah...aku doa semoga evertyhing goes smoothly. Then kitorg htr abah masuk ward.time tu abah looks ok. bole duduk. cume mmg byk kali abah ckap nak blk umh. aku sempat pesan kat abah, jgn minum 100 plus. doc baru bg minum air kosong je. x lame lps tu husband aku spai with yayan.

Mlm tu, aku x ingat kol brp kitorg balik umah.

1 December 2012 (Saturday)

Pg tu kitorg satu family pegi "family day" uem. nothing interesting pun. dalam kol 12 kitorg gerak g spital. spai kat spital, abg sani n family ade. sembang kejap, n minum...aku pegi tgk abah n mak.  mak ckp abah byk kali ajak balik umah. siap nak naek bas lagi. abah nampak ok time tu. not really sihat tp xde la nampak sakit.

dlm kol 4 lebey...kitorg g hukm visit my besties. die baru bersalin. mak plak teman abah kat spital spai mlm. after visit kat hukm, aku and husband straight balik shah alam. otw husband tye whether nak g spital amik mak tak...aku plak ckp x tau..end up kitorg balik je umah. actually aku ade call ucop, sbb nak tye..sape nak amik mak. kalo x de sesape...aku nak g amik..tp ucop x angkat plak. mmg biasenya, bile abah masuk ward...mak teman hari siang, mlm plak ucop or nuar yg jaga.

so mlm tu, dlm kol 9 nuar dtg nk ganti mak. boboy (my sister yg ddk bukit sentosa) dtg melawat abah and nak fetch mak. mlm tu nuar n boboy ckp abah dah start muntah. color hitam tp xde bau ape2. bile boboy tye nurse, die ckp tu kahak.

kol 12 mlm, ucop dtg utk gantikan nuar. so ucop ade kat spital sepanjang mlm teman kan abah

2 December 2012 (sunday)

Dalam kol 6 lebey aku dah bgn. solat subuh and dah start kat dapur nak buat breakfast. dlm mind dah pk nak buat breakfast and ajak husband g spital melawat abah. dlm kol 7.45 aku dgr bunyik hp, x sempat angkat. tengok no x kenal. so aku call, die ckp hospital sg buloh. aku dah berdebar, but masih berpikiran positif. then pegi dapur kejap, dgr bunyik hp tp x sempat angkat lg. nombor sama. then aku suh husband call ucop. then husband call ucop..muke die dah berubah, bile aku tye kenapa die diam n bg handphone kat aku. aku masih ingat ayat ucop "abah dah x de". saat tu...x dapat nak gambarkan perasaan. x tau same ade nak nangis atau ape. if i remember correctly, aku masih mampu tye ucop abah mennggal bile. sape ade kat sane and sape yg die dah inform. bile aku letak hp...husband peluk n ckp...bykkan bersabar.only then aku nangis. lps husband aku call abg long, die suh aku call kak long. aku tye kenapa..die ckp tye abg long mcm mane. sbb die dgr bunyik tepon jatuh and kak long menjerit name abg long. he is worried about abg long. kak long ckp, abg long mmg panic. so die tak bole nk terus g spital. kena tgu abg long calm down. aku rase mcm dalam drama plak :-)

then, aku suh husband call kak yg, abg long, imah, boboy, to inform pasal tu. aku mule2 mmg x bole nak cakap. tp aku kuatkan semangat, aku call pak lang and along. then nuar tepon, tye betol ke abah dah meninggal...ape punye soalan la....

aku cepat2 kemas brg n baju2. sbb mmg tahu lepas g spital akan straight balik kg. sepanjang perjalanan ke spital aku diam je. mcm dalm movie..aku bole nampak kenangan dgn abah....kejap aku menitiskan air mata, husband x lepaskan tangan aku. die suh sabar.

Spai kat spital, kitorg carik tempat simpan jenazah. sampai kat bilik tu, ade mak, abg sani, boboy, imah and anak2 sedara yg lain. mak tenang je. bole bercakap mcm biase. aku bg yayan pd azeem (anak abg sani). aku sempat bace yasin utk abah. sejurus lepas tu, diorg dah suh sedia nak bwk jenazah balik kg. van jenazah dr kg dah spai. dlm kol 10 lebey dah gerak blk kg.

Van jenazah tu laju gile. mmg tak sempat nak kejar. mase aku spai kg...jenazah abah dah di baringkan kat ruang tamu. kwn2 mak n abah dah ramai kat umah. masing2 bace yasin. aku bg yayan kat sape tah, then aku duduk dkt jenazah abah n bace yasin.

dlm kol 12, diorg dah prepare nak mandikan abah. dok bincang2 nk mandikan kat mana. sbb tempat kena tertutup, air kena mengalir. tibe2 abg wah ckp...kite tak yah mandikan abah dalam bekas mandi jenazah. abah ade ramai anak lelaki, menantu lelaki n cucu lelaki. so diorg ni akan belunjur untuk ampu jenazah abah. then akan ade plak yg jirus air. so setuju n decide nak mandikan kat tpt halaman umah. jd crk cadar n selimut utk tutup keliling supaya dpt melindungi jenazah.

Lepas siap mandi...ucop and abg sani yg balut jenazah. lepas tu semayang zohor and terus semayangkan jenazah. aku sempat cium abah buat kali terakhir. n i realised that would be the last time i can see abah, ramai org yg melawat abah.. ramai yg aku xkenal. jenazah abah di bawak ketanah perkuburan. kitorg tak tgu pun kak yg (kat ganu, konvo kakak), along (dr kemaman, keje kat sane) and abg nurul (keje kat sabah) yg otw. aku follow spai ke kubur. aku smpai je kat kubur, diorg dah kambuskan tanah. sekejap je sgt proses tu. aku duduk dekat kubur mase talkin dibacekan. habis semua,,kitorg balik umah. tak sampai setengah jam...hujan turun selebat2 nye. ALhamdulillah, Allah mempermudahkan urusan kami semua. Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat keatas Abah, dan abah ditempatkan dikalangan org2 yg beriman.

macam mane la agaknye tahun ni raya...tanpa abah. pasti x same.
Abah saya, walaupun x kaya..tp sentiasa cube y terbaik untuk memberi kami makan
abah, wpun x sekolah tinggi, tp sentiasa cube yg terbaik untuk menyekolahkan kami, 12 org adik beradik. die tahu pentingnya ilmu. w'pun kena golok gadai menjual tanah, die buat utk sekolahkan kami.
abah w'pun x de kereta...akan cube sewa kereta asalkan dpat menghantar kami mendaftar ke asrama.
abah x pandai nak tunjuk kasih sayang,,,tp tak penah kami balik tangan kosong.
aku x penah ckp sayangkan abah.. tp aku tahu...abah pasti faham kami anak2 sentiasa akan sayangkan die. x kan ade lg percutian bersama abah. x kan ade lg balik kg...then bawak abah pegi sg besar or tg malim. x kan ade lg abah yg pagi2 belikan nasik lemak. x kan ade lg abah yg bln posa belikan kami murtabak pisang.
Abah, tenang la kau disana. InsyaAllah, kite semua akan berjumpa disana,

Again

Sedang sy kusyuk flip2 file..tibe2 ade bunyik sshhh...sshhhh
debar akak...bile pusing, sekali en bad.
spt biase buat2 control macho.."nape en bad?"
"hmm bile you habis audit psn?" apsal lak die ni tye.
"field work abih b4 cuti raya. npe en bad?"
"oo, xde. i ingat nak suh u lead job lg"
alamak.....gua dah la bdk baru belajar. ni nak bg lg lead job. mahu tertonggeng aku.
w'pun dah lame buat audit, ni la kali pertama lead internal audit job. kalo external audit, selalu la. kacang hijau je lah...(sedapnya mkn kacang)
mesti readers rase kelaka kan..umo dah 3 series, nak lead job pun takut.
yer...sy dgn rendah diri mengaku, mmg takut nak lead job. expectation tinggi sgt, gua baru berkecimpung dgn dunia internal audit yg mencabar ni.pengalaman pun baru seciput.
harap2 semua berjalan lancar la...tp GIA dah ade bos baru. tak tau style die keje lg. kot pasni die buat pemerintahan kuku besi..naya la kami, macai2 di GIA.
ishh....x bole jd ni.crk keje baru la...kerja baru, carik sy juge yer.
share something from my auditee. partly true but we are auditor not alwiz like that.
tajuk email die. How the Auditors want the world to be... !!

CObAan Komuter

ngantoknye saya di kala ini...sambil membaca Sales & marketing strategy blue print ni..dah 4-5 tersenggok.
arghhh.....
Last friday, cubaan pertama menaiki komuter ke opis...not bad. managed to sit and surprisingly reach shah alam earlier as compared kalo drive.
Pagi td..Cubaan ke-2...gagal utk duduk, maka berdiri la sehingga ke kl sentral. tp tak sesak.jd xde la stress.
Makanya sy percaya dgn kate2 my fren pasal service komuter yg semakin improved.
kepada pemandu2 tegar dr s.alam ke kl, bole la cube naek komuter.jimat tenaga, jimat mase, jimat wang. dosa pun kurang sbb x yah nak menyumpah2 road user yg lain.

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Jika engkau minta intan permata
Tak mungkin ku mampu
Tapi sayangkan ku capai bintang dari langit untukmu
Jika engkau minta satu dunia akan aku cuba
Ku hanya mampu jadi milikmu
Pastikan kau bahagia
Hati ini bukan milikku lagi
Seribu tahun pun akan ku nanti
Kan kamu

Sayangku
Jangan kau persoalkan siapa di hatiku
Terukir di bintang tak mungkin hilang cintaku padamu
Hati ini bukan milikku lagi
Seribu tahun pun akan ku nanti
Kan kamu
Sayangku
Jangan kau persoalkan siapa di hatiku
Terukir di bintang tak mungkin hilang cintaku padamu
Sayangku
Jangan kau persoalkan siapa di hatiku
Terukir di bintang tak mungkin hilang cintaku padamu
Terukir di bintang tak mungkin hilang cintaku padamu

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Scary hah.....

x de plan pun nak buat entry hari ni. while having breakfast alone in office pantry, I facebooking and there is one post that attract me. just copy from this man blog (x kenal pun die ni)...True story indeed.

Ok kisah ni ditulis sendiri tuan punya badan di facebook beliau. Aku copy paste. Tolong share kepada kawan² yg lain.

As I sit here writing this, I am just so grateful to be alive.

To think that 30 hours ago I had a knife to my throat, face to face with the threat of being kidnapped and raped.

It was a Sunday, at 5.22PM. I was alone, walking towards my boyfriend's car in level B2 of The Curve, Mutiara Damansara. He was not in town, and I was running errands with his car. Just as I was putting my shopping bags in the rear seat, the rear car door was slammed against my back, and a meat cleaver was pressed against my throat. A man covered my mouth with his hand, and whispered not to scream. He then shoved me onto the floor of the backseat of the car and waved the cleaver at me, reminding me not to scream. He was skinny, wearing a baggy turqoise blue t-shirt, had a thick moustache and short curly hair, approx 5'8", mid-30s, and of Indian descent.

At this moment, second man appeared. He was also in his mid-30s. He was wearing a red t-shirt, had a crewcut, and was of Malay descent. He grabbed my car keys and demanded for my parking ticket. I couldn't remember where it was. They shoved me deeper into the car, and the Indian man got into the back seat with me, while the Malay man got into the driver's seat, driving us out of the carpark.

I told them they could take everything, just let me go. But at that point they didn't even ask for money. Instead, the Indian man started to make sexual advances. Then it hit me. "Oh my God. Oh my God. This is really happening. I'm being kidnapped.. and I think I know what they want."

//

From this moment on, there were a few crucial things that happened that I think is the reason I'm alive today. 

1. I managed to get into a position to escape.

 When they got into the car, the Indian man had tried to force my body down onto the floor. I knew that the moment I'm on the floor, there would be no chance of escape. So I begged him to let me sit up. I promised him I wouldn't scream or alert anyone's attention. Thankfully, he trusted me, and let me sit up, gripping my arm tightly. Then I told him my arm really hurt and to please not grip it so hard. He loosened his grip.

2. I did not fight for the sake of fighting.

 I was in an enclosed space, with no clear escape route. I would never win in a fight with these 2 guys, especially when they have sharp weapons. Had I fought from the get go, I may not have been in a position to escape. I might've even been knocked out cold, and God only knows where I would be right now. 

3. I was lucky and sneaky.

I knew that the only way to escape, was to jump out of the car, even if it was moving. They had locked the car doors. So I leaned back, pretended to scratch my hair, and shakily unlocked the door I was leaning against. I'm so lucky they did not see or hear this!

4. I went 'crazy' at the right time.

And then I waited. I knew that the car would have to slow down outside the parking lot, as it exits to merge with the main roads. The moment it slowed down, I opened the car door and tried to make a run for it. I failed. I kicked my legs out of the car, but the Indian man had managed to pull my body back in. From this moment on, everything is a blur. I remember the Malay driver temporarily stopping the car, leaning over from the driver's seat and attempting to close the door and pull my legs in. At that point I remember thinking, "Even if I don't get out now, I need to keep the door open and my legs out the door. At the very least, it should cause a scene, and someone would see me. Or, the door might hit another car and they'll be forced to slow down." So I continued kicking. My right foot pushed against the wide-open car door to keep it open. I recall elbowing, struggling, kicking, and even biting. I lost my glasses, and was struggling blindly for my life. At some point the Malay driver yelled, "BAGI DIA LEPAS! BAGI DIA LEPAS!" (Let her go! Let her go!) and the Indian man loosened his grip. I made a jump out of the still-moving car, and ran for my life. 

5. I acted in spite of the fear.

My friends said I was brave. But I didn't feel like it. I was quivering and shaking in fear. I was so afraid. I thought I was going to die.  I was weak with fear and deathly afraid. I truly thought "this was it". But I knew I HAD to move. I had to run. Or there would be a worser fate in store for me. While I was quaking in fear, I forced myself to look around and see if there was any way I could escape, or even catch someone's eye.

6. I remembered the people I love.

The only thing that matters when you're faced with potentially horrendous fate, is the people in your life. When I felt the knife to my neck, the first thing I thought was , "This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming." The second? The people that truly matter to me flashed across my mind. It sounds cliche, but it's true. I thought of my parents. My brother. Khailee. Esther. More people. That's all I could think of for a few moments, before I started brainstorming my escape. 

//

I ran towards the Maybank outlet at the Curve. There were plenty of people milling around. I screamed for help over and over again. I was hysterical. I grabbed an older Malay man by his shoulders and begged for help before practically collapsing at his feet. 

I will always remember the relief and liberation I felt, running over Mutiara Damansara's manicured grass and into the crowd. 

//

Today, I found out that the entire ordeal from the moment I left the parking ticket payment machine, to my escape, happened in about 4 minutes. To me, it felt like one long nightmare.

We never think its going to happen to us... and then it does. I used to think that this is something that happens only in the papers and to people far, far removed from me. But then it did happen to me. I moved to PJ/KL 6 years ago, and I've spent countless mornings, afternoons and nights at The Curve. When my friends and I were organizing Rock Up! back in 2008, we were walking around the place at 4AM even. It's been 6 years, and never once did I feel that I was unsafe at The Curve. Until yesterday. 

I feel like moving out of the country ASAP. Getting the hell out of this state where you hear of a kidnapping or attempted one every month (remember Nayati?), or a snatch theft every week. And yet I'm fully aware of the fact that in another country with more lax firearm laws, they would've been holding a gun to my head, not a cleaver. And that would've been so, so much worse. 

I'm Blessed. By God's grace, I am alive and relatively well. And I will live another day to build another cat iPhone app. It just was not my time to go. And for that, I thank God. 

I want to share this story with everyone because cops tell me that they rarely get to hear it from someone who escapes. 

Girls, be so very careful. Be vigilant, and please try not to go anywhere alone. If you need to walk to the carpark, and you're alone, get a guard to go with you. I was recently told that it's part of their job description to assist anyone if needed.

Guys, watch out for your girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters and friends. Walk with them, don't take their paranoia or fear lightly. Watch out for them. 

And everyone, just watch out for each other. Take care of each other. These things really DO happen. As I ran out of the car, so many people came to help me. Strangers who didn't know who I was, came forward and offered me tissue paper, water, cellphones, and general comfort.

Malaysians, please care for one another. You already do. Just keep on caring. Keep watching out for each other. Don't worry about being thought of as "busy body" or "overreacting". The world can be a cruel place, but all it takes is for people to care for one another to make all the difference.

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Sahabat, rakan, kawan, member dalam hidup saya

Makne same je kan J

Ntah mcm mane, tiba2 je saya teringat kawan2 saya dari kecik sampai skg….mmg x bole nak elak kawan2 sgt penting dalam hidup.

Ade org cakap…ble dah kawin mesti tak ingat kawan2 dah…bukan x ingat tp mase yg kadang2 tak mengizinkan…mcm mane kite bole lupe pd kawan2 especially kawan rapat kan

Sekolah tadika KEMAS

Hmmm….x berapa nak ingat kawan2 zaman ni..rase2nya time ni kenal Noraslinda Abd Rahman..selalu main buaian dgn die.pastu lawan sape bole buai paling tinggi..tak takut pun kalo jatuh..ish2

Sekolah rendah

Mase darjah 1,2,3 x brp ingat sgt selalu kawan dgn sape…not a name yg bole dipikirkan…

mase darjah 4, 5 and 6 dah start ade geng..kwn2 baik time tu adalah Noraslinda Abdul Rahman (Linda), Norhidayu Wahab (Ayu), Rozilawati Idros (Ogy). Bile Halimah Aziddin (Limah) masuk sek kitorg, die jd geng kitorg gak. kononnya geng pandai sbb semua kelas Merah…

tp ble sek agama kitorg x satu kelas…yg  ingat mase darjah 6, sy satu kelas dgn Linda, Yati, n Dilah. Kelas 6B kot. Keje kitorg time tu kalo ade ujian je mesti meniru…bukan setakat tiru member sebelah, siap tiru dr buku teks..teruk btol. Dah la tu selalu dengki dgn satu budak name Dian. Dian ni x pandai tiru2, tp kedekut. Bile kitorg tanya jawapan mesti x nak share…so mmg anti dgn die…buruk btol perangai, dah la meniru pastu x puas hati dgn org lain plak. Setakat kena denda berdiri atas kerusi tu mmg selalu la…

Bile mase rehat aktiviti wajib main zero point or konda kondi. Kitorgnye tournament zero point dgn geng lain…x ingat sgt sape member geng tu. Tournment kitorg mkn mase berbln2, tp in d end x ingat sape juara.

Sekolah Menengah Rendah

Lepas UPSR, masuk sek menengah kan…I was not went to school nearby my house. Instead pegi sek agama and stayed at hostel. Mase tu ade 4 org dr sek. Rendah . Ogy, Limah, Fae and AT. Faezah and hafiz AT & Fae masuk sek rendah kitorg mase darjah 6. So x de la kawan sgt diorg ni. Tp bile dah masuk sek baru….kawan lame la yg dicari dulu. Antara kitorg berlima, I am the only anak peneroka. AT anak pengurus felda (die dapat name AT - Ahmad Tajuddin, his father name mase kat sek menengah sbb nak differentiate org name hafiz, ramai sgt name hafiz termasuk x-bf I and secret admire I), Ogy and Fae anak pegawai felda whereas Limah (kat sek men panggil IM) anak technician. Bile mgu balik kg…biasenye akan tumpang diorg sbb abah xde kereta and kalo ade pun, abah bukan reti nak bawak kereta.

So mase induction kawan la dgn Ogy, IM and Limah. But at the same time dah make friends dgn org lain. We were not in the same clas as well as dorm…AT lagi x same dorm kan. But AT and I were at the same class, class Ma’wa. Mase form xde sgt kawan rapat yg lain. Semua pun kawan biase2 je.

When I was form 2, pindah dorm and class. Kali ni dorm kitorg dah x campur2 with other forms. Kalo x silap time tu dah start ade geng baru. Name dorm P1. Geng2 time tu, Mufnil Ida, Zuraini, Fida, Yani, Fyna, Fiza and me. Selalu pegi makan same2, outing same and sometimes ikot Ida balik umah die kat sabak bernam. Ida, Zu and me dlm satu clas. Sy dok sebelah Ida time tu. At the same time, sy kawan gak dgn bdk2 sport since sy player netball sek.

Bile sekali sekala balik kg…selalu gak pegi umah linda..sembang2. tp linda jarang sgt nak dtg umah. So lame kelamaan sy dah x dtg umah die lg. Kadang2 pegi umah dian. Dian yg selalu kena kutuk2 tu akhirnya jd kawan mase cuti sek. N sampai skg pun kalo ade mase akan pegi umah die. Raya mmg wajib la kitorg kunjung mengunjung.

Mase form 3..kitorg kena pindah dorm lg. kali ni, xde sowg pun dari geng aku yg satu dorm dgn aku. Paling dekat zu n yani. Diorg dok dorm sebelah. Mule2 mmg x syok. Dah la x dpt satu bilik dgn geng, then Ida pulak pindah class lain. Tahun ni sy dok sebelah zu dlm clas. Kat dorm plak katil sy sebelah katil Ain. Bile dah mcm ni, sy dah x rapat sgt dgn geng2 lame. Pastu dgr plak Ida and 2-3 org geng lame kate, sy dah berubah sikap sbb dah ade bf. So time tu kire tak puas hati la. Mase form 3 ni selalu lepak dgn Ain and Zu.Kirenya lebih rapat dgn bdk2 class instead bdk2 dorm. Time ni, sy baik dgn Acu (Izzah) sbb kononnya Izzah tu adik kepada x-bf I la..padahal time bukan pun bercinta lg..

Geng sek agama

Sekolah Menengah Tinggi

After PMR , I went to MRSM. Dalam byk2 member kt sek agama tu, Ida plak yg satu mrsm dgn sy. Rase mcm x syok sgt sbb kitorg ade history x bestkan. Kecewa sbb x dpt satu mrsm dgn ain L

Is not hard for me to make friends. Sy agak peramah jugak la. Oleh kerana duduk diperantauan, I start searching friend dr kl and Selangor. So there I meet with Peah, ana, and ayeen. First impression about ana and ayeen mmg tak best la. Sbb diorg pakai tudung pendek tahap gile babing…sy plak dr sek agama kan…but kejap je,pastu ok je.diorg pun pastu dah pakai tudung agak panjang. Back then my roommate was Nomie haslinda. We both netball player and kaki ponteng semayang Jemaah and preparation class. Rasenye mase form 5, sekali je sy pegi solat subuh Jemaah.selebihnya layan tido. Kebetulan plak at our level, bdk2 bilik lain golongan2 alim.tiap pg akan ade 2-3 org yg ketuk pintu kejut solat subuh..mengganggu k. till we found care utk elak diganggu. Dlm kol 6 je…sy akan wake up and bukak sikit pintu bilik and switch on light..konon2 mcm dah bgn la. Thus no one akan ketuk pintu bilik. N it did work…

At that time geng rapat adalah peah, ana, ayeen, rini, fini and suwaibah. Kat kelas plak sy rapat dgn ayeen and ely. Actually bole dikatakan rapat ngan semua classmate sbb we only have 9 girls in our class. Since we are not in same class….diorg pun ade member rapat kat class & I also baik dgn diorg. Cthnya Arni.

College

At college time…my best friend is ayeen simply because we are from same school. But we are not in same class, thus I have my close friend at my class. Di sinilah sy kena ani, lia, zana and gina. Mase college kerjanya ponteng clas n tgk wayang. Sbb time tu tiket wayang baru RM5 kat leisure mall.

Kerja Time 1

My first real job kat jalan yap kwan seng. Again my best friend is ayeen…haahhahaha. Then kenal faizal which now is also my best friend. (best friend ke???)Mase dah keja ni baru start baik ngan mulia sbb selalu g kerja same2 naek lrt. Same2 berebut nak masuk lrt. Makan kedai mamak…tgk wayang, main bowling…cuti2 malaysia and etc.

Kerja Time 2

Mase ni dah x satu opis ngan ayeen and faizal..but still close with those people. Masih ronggeng same2 buang duit yg tak berapa nak byk tu. At this opis terjumpa plak dgn x college mate, khamza. (x berapa nak terjumpa sbb mmg dah tahu die keje kat situ). Mase kat college, x penah la baik sgt dgn die. Tp bile dah satu opis..baik la pulak. Tp khamza ni org bagus..kurang berpoya2…ibu and isteri solehah ni.

Tada….cube teka time ni kenal sape???kenal dgn sorg bdk ketot yg ade name pelik. Izza Noryatimasari. Mule2 kenal, kecik hati dgn die. Bole plak time lunch die x ajak pun pegi lunch dgn die. Selamba je die balik umh sdr. Tau la umah die dekat…sob sob sob….mungkin sbb kat opis x ramai malay, end up berkawan baik la dgn minah ni. Lepas die benti keje dr audit firm ni pun masih baik dgn die. So bertambah la kawan membuang duit sy. Nk dijadikan cerita minah ni jd housemate sy plak. Sian izza sbb selalu kena kacau waktu wiken. Sy ni jenis tak reti nak bgn lmbt…so bile dah bgn pagi n x tau nak buat ape…izza la jd mangse. Yg syok sekali izza suke makan…makan… n makan…

Die ni gak le jd pengapit mase kawen.

Broga hill. warm up sebelum nek yong belar

Kerja Time 3

I think xde best friend kot kat sini..tp sy baik dgn ibu2 muda yg gojes iaitu Puan Diana and Puan Timmy. Selalu menjadi teman meluah perasaan. Mereka menjadi role model utk sy breast feed Aryan…

And the same time masih berhubungan dengan cik puan izza, ayeen, mulia, arnie, peah and faizal….

Oh lupe lak…sy juga baik dgn fazrin.

Panjang sungguh ceta kawan sy hr ni..saje je..tibe2 rase rindu dgn semua kawan2 sy. Bukan yg ade name diatas saje…tp semua kawan2 yg pernah sy kenali….