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"Be kind to all. Look at Tiger here, maybe he will be the reason for Allah’s rahmahs on us to..."

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:11:17 +0800

“Be kind to all. Look at Tiger here, maybe he will be the reason for Allah’s rahmahs on us to get into Jannah”

- Ayah

Meow

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 21:04:00 +0800

-After work cuddle-

I’m sorry, but from now on, you will probably be seeing a lot of Tiger’s pictures here. Maybe I ought to open up another tumblr for this instead?

Abi captured this photo. This is the first time I’ve cuddled Tiger without using any kain to hold him with. It helps that my jubah is extra tebal. I don’t know why I have this irrational fear of cats. It isn’t really fear like the fear of snakes or other dangerous animals. I can pat it on the head, play with its paws and have it playfully scratch my fingers. But when it bounces around, jumps up and down, plays mouse-catch with my feet, that is when I get a shiver down my spine and goosebumps all over me. Oh, and I end up intermittently screaming every time the darned thing startles me (he gets equally startled by my screams of course).

-Tiger’s favourite past time: “Catch that wiggly toe through the slipper”-

You know how Puss-in-Boots in Shrek goes all googly eyes when trying to dissuade the enemy? Well, I think Tiger is related. Everyone feels all sorry and goes gooey mush for him when he leans onto the window staring inside.

-Sleeping position: Cute-‘poorlilthing’ look-

-Tiger having his breakfast (He can eat them without being soaked now)-

-The must pose for all male family members: with tudung on-

-Squish the cat-

"Verily, with every difficulty, there is relief."

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 17:27:12 +0800

“Verily, with every difficulty, there is relief.”

- —al-Qur’an 94:6 (via notes-along-the-journey)

And it’s repeated twice!

What I need to do now

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:48:11 +0800

I need to change my postpaid subscription plan and find the unlimited 3g connection. I won’t have reasons to not post my bfast image anymore. :D

Salam. Testing mobile upload for tumblr via email

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:40:06 +0800

Salam. Testing mobile upload for tumblr via email

Compact powder

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 12:25:51 +0800

At 27, I discovered compact powder…nay..dared to use compact powder. The 26 years prior? I could not understand how anyone could stand the layer of dust covering their face.

The trouble with this conception of mine was that I had never tried wearing any. I had made my judgement based on the effect of me having a go at lipstick, which I cannot stand and makes me feel like I have oil-caked lips.

Turns out, compact powder does not feel like it is even there.

So yeah, I’ve been living more than 10 years since puberty kicked in thinking oily skin was something I had to live with (but maklong said skin like this ages slow…betul ke kakngah?) and that oil wipes (or sweat-gland surgery :P) and photoshopping away reflective foreheads in pictures as the only solution.

p.s. ada kalanya, kita belajar dari adik.

Kata yang menjana kesayuan

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 11:51:00 +0800

Masjidilharam
kristal gula (crystal sugar)
dari syurga (from the heavens)
dikerumuni jiwa-jiwa (surrounded by souls)
semut (ants)
damba iman manis (longing for the sweetness of imaan)
basah pelipis (soaked lids)

-Isa Kamari (Lorong Wahyu)

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It is so simple that you have just got to get it. And crystal sugar it is.

Nowadays, nearing the hajj months, I’d have this glub-glub feeling in my stomach. I translate that to a sense of longing. Wishing I was going to the holy lands, free from worries of the world, even if for a brief moment.

p.s. My boss is going

Si gemuk lagi (the fatty again)

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 11:24:00 +0800

belalang:

Yep, that is his new sleeping spot, the garden hat ibu bought from Vietnam. I think its because it is so near to the kitchen sink (inside). He is so manja these days. Before, he’d be so hesitant to come into the house when we open the door, now, he demands us to open the door at the most ridiculous hours of the day, by his constant mewing.

He’s going to the vet tomorrow for check ups (maybe).

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Ayah: Nanti balik Terengganu end of this year macam mana? We have to find someone to babysit him

Me: Bawa naik plane jer. Dalam cerita2 kan selalu je orang bawa naik. Letak dalam cage dia.

Ibu: Bila orang tengok, derang kata “ler…kucing koman jer..ingatkan kucing mahal ke”.

icedteamonster: OMG :D Tiger is the most adorable kitten since...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 09:40:21 +0800

icedteamonster:

OMG :D Tiger is the most adorable kitten since Antonio Banderas became Puss in Shrek. He really made my day (which had not been awesome at all). Hopefully, I’ll be able to go home soon and see this little guy. Won’t be so little by that time though. Just keep giving hime lots of TLC and tell me everything he’s up to. :)

This is Tiger. Had to nick this off from Kakngah’s blog because I never seem to remember to take any pictures of the little thing. Yesterday, for the duration of the heavy rain, he slept on Alang’s stomach, and occasionally peaking out of the little wrap we put him in.

I’m still intimidated by the little terror. He thinks toes are wiggly stuff he can pounce on and eat.

In response

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:16:00 +0800

whoismichi:

Yup. heard the same from my preggy collegue…wonder why? is it becoz of e growing tummy? :B

A lot of researches have proven that seatbelts could save not only the lives of pregnant woman but also their foetus. Crosby and Costiloe (1971) reported that the most common cause of foetal death in vehicle crash is the death of the pregnant victim. The foetus remains at risk if the pregnant woman suffers injuries or dies. Henry et al. from Renault group (1984) had evaluated the effectiveness of seatbelts on 49 pregnant occupants involved in road crashes. They found that none of the pregnant occupants who were properly belted suffered serious injuries. Four unbelted occupants were seriously injured and three occupants not using seat belt suffered loss of their foetus. In the in-depth study of car crashes in California done by Agran et al. (1986), of nine cases involving pregnant women who died, three were found not using a seat belt. Argan reported that most of the victims were drivers and apparently most of the injuries were caused by the impact against the steering wheel during collision.

[MIROS, 2009]

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more : Pregnancy and seatbelt use

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In summary, wearing the seatbelt, does not harm a pregnant woman or the baby. Wear the seatbelt correctly and insyaAllah, it can give good protection to car occupants.

Dumb

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 16:00:55 +0800

Like seriously.

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

Kakngah, you asked for it, pictorial steps on cucur making....

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 15:46:00 +0800

Kakngah, you asked for it, pictorial steps on cucur making. Adjust the water to desired consistency. The most important part is ICED water. Thats what makes cucur or batter for that matter (yay, rhyme) crispy to the last bit.

And apparently, 400g isn’t enough for the people at home. I made some before Ayah flew and I didn’t get to eat some myself. Ibu dunked in chilli-mayo sauce while Ayah dipped his in…err..tak ingat. Makan macam tu sahaja pun dah ok sebenarnya sebab crunchy.

Nyam nyam.

This happens when you’re one of the one who finishes food...

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 10:20:00 +0800

This happens when you’re one of the one who finishes food way before the others.

I actually miss Wong Solo.

Long distance

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 10:02:57 +0800

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

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:10:56 +0800

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

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 09:33:44 +0800

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. yayness .

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

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 22:22:00 +0800

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

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 10:08:25 +0800

“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.”

"‘Ya Allaho Ya Walliyo (O my Protecting friend) Ya Naseero (O my Ally) Ya Ghanniyo (O Exalted beyond..."

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 09:36:00 +0800

“‘Ya Allaho Ya Walliyo (O my Protecting friend) Ya Naseero (O my Ally) Ya Ghanniyo (O Exalted beyond any need) Ya Hameedo (O All Praiseworthy) O Allah I take refuge in you from anything of this world, which is not purely for Your sake, And I take refuge in You from anything, no matter how little movement, that is bare of following the Sunnah of Your messenger Salalaho Alyehe Wassalm or any motion that proceeds from a mere reflex of motion, a reflex in impulse of necessity that doesn’t direct the reality of your ma’rifa, and make my heart in itikaaf in Your Presence and free me of my need to care for myself by Your Care for me. Verily You have power over everything.’”

- Shiekh Hassan Al Shadhili’s (may Allah be pleased with him) intimate prayer.

Of things to do with time wasting

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:49:18 +0800

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.