Dumb

Like seriously.

WTH have we been doing all these whiles and then dumb things like this happens.

Long distance

Ayah sms-ed yesterday. He said, he has safely arrived. He sent his salaam to all at home, and

“Jaga Tiger elok-elok”

You know who you are

Knowing you guys received the postcards probably made me feel happy as if I got one myself. I think its a connection thing. Thank you :)

New member

Ayah apparently have found a new interest.

A kitten.

We have always housed stray kittens or let stray cats sleep over in the compound of our house.

This time however, the kitten, which Ayah have named Tiger, have somehow captured the depth of everyone’s heart.

I’ll give you a scenario

530 am (yes, it isn’t even Fajr yet), and the kitten mews, waking people up for qiam maybe? Heh. But Ayah was up and he went out, putting food it it’s bowl and sweet talking the kitten pagi-pagi buta.

9am after our jog, everyone got to the back and huddled over the kitten or just watching its mousing skills. Ayah goes about giving it food again, but proceeded to comment Tiger looks bloated. Figures.

2pm, you’d hear comments like, “Eh, I wonder if Tiger is ok, jom jom tengok”.

5pm, everyone goes to the back again and play with the tiny imp. Ayah said to give it’s tea time snack. I’m pretty sure the tiny thing will grow up to be garfield..sans lasagna.

8pm, Ayah open up the bedroom window, calling to Tiger. And yesterday, Ayah taught Tiger how to climb into the room. He can now frisk up and down and jump into the room. <deadpan> yayness </deadpan>.

9pm, Ayah goes out and gives Tiger his dinner. Mana la tak kembung perut kucing tu.

Oh, the darnedest thing Ayah had said was, “Lets name him Megat Tiger. Oh, and you can open a facebook account for him….(goes into story telling mode) ‘I was born somewhere…I don’t know where, but 5 days ago I found myself in a home’…”

Adoi.

You’d think its high time Ayah has a little kid to boss around and play with eh?

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On a not so related matter, I got an email this morning.

History first. Years ago, I signed up to this muslim matchmaking site (sorta) for the fun of it (seriously). A slew of characters proposing via my profile and yada yada-ing me about stuff I can very much see through the insincerity. I did however left an option of contacting my wali, which would be my father. Naturally, it wasn’t Ayah’s email that I put there. A Doppelgänger email, which leads back to my own inbox.

Nobody sent any comments or messages to the wali email. Until yesterday that is.

My question is, do I let it slide or do I apologise, or, do I hire a PI/internet stalker to stalk?

(macam tak ada kerja sangat la ni kan?)

Disturbance in the heart

Ibu has it, but she says it is very much under control now, as compared to years before.

Over analysing, over replay, over thinking too much about others possibly being offended by what we do. It is these things that keeps my mouth shut and my ears open, especially when I am in a big group. Talking, a lot of time brings more harm than good.

I wish there was a way to not really care that much.

Because it can just eat me up on the inside.

Ibu kata, sebab tak berdoa untuk dicampakn ketenangan dalam hati. Maybe

‘Umar RadhiAllahu anhu said

“Ten things are not right without ten others:

• Intelligence without God-consciousness,
• Superiority without knowledge,
• Success without fear,
• Power without justice,
• Noble lineage without manners,
• Happiness without security,
• Wealth without generosity,
• Poverty without contentment,
• [having] a high and exalted position without humility, and
• Jihad without the guidance and support of Allah.”

Of things to do with time wasting

hanimomo:

— Things I got from Sorority Life fight. Witty and articulate people, trying to show their mean side. LOL.

I’m just glad none of my friends plays it now, because it just means there is no way for me to climb up the ladder of higher levels and immerse myself in the drama *rollseyes* There is just so much girls I can fight at lv30 with just 5 house members. Hah.

End note: Sorry for the code-like note here.