i cant scrabble!

i guess thats enough (the title of my post) to label me a scrabble junkie! not that i am any good, i just need to play it. most of the times, to get me to dreamland. then there are other things like, im bored. or interesting people although mostly wouldnt say a word.. and  i just cant stop talking!

but there are things about scrabble on fb that i dont really like. why i say this is because during the yahoo days, theres a game called Literati, quite similar to scrabble. THAT i like! anyway, why i sometimes dislike scrabble on fb...first, we cant play with the yankees and the canucks. second, the other players are always (way toooo quick!) quick at clicking "skip" on me or "forfeit" my game. blardy burger,,i waited for you, you wait lah for me..i clicked "casual" game already kan? then, those with 600+ points will join my game and clicked "cancel" because i only made a 3-letter word or at best 3 letter-word with an "s"  (tongue sticking out)
hey, sometimes shit happens..like exchanging 4 "I"s and getting 3 back plus an O! the other were 2 Cs and i cant remember the last one..

but yeah, thats scrabble! if i get to play with nice polite players, that would be just nice..

p/s: find me at scrabble when youre bored!! and be nice to people everytime you get the chance to..   :)

the way i see it..? PT. I

yes..! im finally catching up.

on life, that is...

ok, im the youngest from a couple of a nurse and a cop. the normal middle-income earners. my parents, theyre cousins. there were five of us. 2 boys. my first sister, no. 2, is back into one of gods cradles at age 2. no, there really is no superstitious significance in the number two, in case you were thinking!

anyway, our lives were as normal as any other families around. we fought. we shared. we laughed and cried. i was my dads favourite for a while. when i turned 10, it all sadly changed. it was the first time my mom went to Mecca, on duty though. ayah, or my father, was this really bad-tempered person i have ever known at that time. after 10, everything seemed to be in a weird order. i wasnt my dads pet anymore. i had no one to run to. i was mostly on my own or with my friends. i dont quite know how to describe how i was as a kid. but here are a few scenarios up to a few years back, as an adult.

my mom had this piece of land, where her house is , still. there used to be 3-doors of little houses that she rented out. when i was 10 (may be '10' is..?), ive started with the schools extra curricular activities. after morning school id cycled to school with my dear cousin mimi (god bless you, ive not seen her in years and i miss her). one day, my mom called me like theres something important that i should know. well, indeed it was! she asked me, "kau pergi sekolah ikut jalan mana?" or which way do you take to school. i explained. she explained even more. so i collected the rental money, every single cent went to her. one day, there was a footie match at school. it was really really hot. i just took the money bought  one thing after another. on my way home, while cycling, my conscience crept up my innocent neck. i had goose bums thinking about it. suddenly, i felt scared that i was getting closer and closer. when i finally got home, i went to  look for my mom, immediately, handed her the crmpled notes and stood there crossing me legs for i felt a sudden need to go to the loo..hmmm! mom asked, "kenapa pulak ni?" (whats wrong,,) i wasnt sure if she was asking why i was standing the way i did OR why the money were all crumpled and damp. i blurted, "orang beli air dengan kopok belanja kawan-kawan" the truth. i waited for something to happen. for something to hit me. but nothing happened. she said, "oh really.. treat your friends ye.. wow like a grown up aaa you, treat here, spend this..blah, blah, blah" and i was immediately taken off the duty!

i also took my brothers camera to school and then lent it to one of the boys. he promised hed give it back! then  i had to beg my dad to go all the way to pasir panjang to get it back, but my dads really really good. i didnt think wed find his house! no gprs. signboards were scarce. most importantly, no mobile phone to ask, "im at the first traffic light and i see about four more ahead. so after which traffic light do i make a right turn, again? sorry.."
my brother Along, was furious..  sorryyyyyy

the kind of mischieves i was into..

i dont need anyone to judge me, oh please.. this is all in the name of sharing a laugh and learning from even the simplest of situation.  of course there were a lot of other situations and circumstances that  shaped who i am today, but these were the beginning of me, unfortunately  :P

p/s: i was checking my labels list and i cant believe theres a 'John Mayer' label!!!

the dark hair, pale skin...well, no....not like that

yesterday, well its already monday morning..the recent weekend was a movie-marathon weekend for us at home. it started saturday night and ended at 3pm, give or take..chah my 1st daughter was selecting from the DVD albums what to watch. she picked movies of the same genre as mine, horror/thriller. then she picked one up, excitingly, asking not whats it all about  but yet she askeg me, "mama, who is this?" ohhh she likes what shes looking at! god, my daughter has grown! is growing......

well the movie she picked was keanu reeves (mr reeves to you, children...errrr) CONSTANTINE! when his face came on screen, trish, almost screaming, well ok, she did sound louder. than before mr reeves came to the screen, uh huh!

"eh eh handsomenya orang ni siapa dia tu ma," senafas, innocently.

all i can say is like mama, like daughters

no, no not the vampires..

and trish and taff picked X-MEN. they are into superheroes, super powers, you know the wolverine kind. or alice..

johnmayer still, for now.. 

Makteh that I know..

My phone rang when I was in the bathroom. I let it rang and continued bathing. After a few minutes it rang again. Aesyah called out saying it was Aunty Yati. According to Aesyah, Yati informed that Makteh is coming over.

I told Aesyah, OK. I continued with shampooing my hair and thought, ‘ I have nothing in the fridge..’ I walked out of the bathroom thinking maybe I should serve nasi lemak made for breakfast. Getting dressed, I asked Aesyah what should we serve Makteh. What a question to ask a child. I know. But Aesyah is not just any other child although she couldn’t quite provide a solution. Haha, what a mom! Sometimes a mother needs a smart child’s opinion.. ;-)

Anyway, while I pondered, and Aesyah swept the floor, my phone rang again. It was Makteh. Makteh asked if I was home, and added that she’d like to come over. I explained that Yati has called to inform me and invited her over despite my worries. The spunky lady said she’d be over in 5 minutes! And she’s walking, OK! I couldn’t help but smile thinking about Makteh, whom I am so fond of chatting with, every time I get the chance! I have had the pleasure of knowing Makteh through Nurul. Makteh lives in Port Dickson and I have enjoyed knowing her.

I heard she called my name. Aesyah rushed out to let her in.. We hugged. I missed her. Last I met Makteh was when she dropped by the office some time in July. So we sat at the one place available and there’s coffee on the table. So we sat and quickly started on catching up. She asked how am I holding on. I told her honestly. Hesitated at first.

Makteh is one smart lady that you shouldn’t waste time trying to hide things from. That I learnt! What makes me comfortable around her is that she doesn’t judge me. God knows I’ve made a whole life worth of wrongs (God..some people just love knowing that I admitted doing so many wrongs in my life..I was just being humble :P !) And I have a strong feeling that she knows. Well, I know quite a few who are no angels but thinking they are and instead think they’ve been wronged. Oh well.

Anyway, my apologies.

So Makteh and I chatted! Makteh likes to read and she’s a person who reads well, from novels to autobiographies to books on travel and history. I find Makteh to be an intellectual person that you can joke with (just about anything) and talk about topics going as far forward to the future or back, historically! I have to say, once again, I may not be blessed with a closed-knit family, (but I love them with my all my heart and I’m certain they love me too, just that we were brought up differently..) I certainly am blessed with super-duper-fantastic friends.

Makteh was telling me about how I need to be firm about things and not give in easily. I honestly like how Makteh relates things. I told her about how the doctors ‘thought’ that I’m depressed (How dare you! Haha) Guess how Makteh responded to that, well she said, “Nora.. bi-polar is the fashionable thing now..” I couldn’t help shrieking away when she added that Catherine Zeta-Jones is seeing a Shrink!

And how she makes me wants to start believing, that sometimes, shit in any form, will eventually make the final exit.

Being someone who is also well travelled and was herself a flight crew of the Cathay Pacific, she is very well versed in the social etiquette which can be a laughing matter to some..(honestly, I lack it!) So listening to her, put me in the “menganga” mode.. silly gila open-mouthed punya muka..when she shared her experience.

God knows I don’t know much, and I honestly admit that I’ve made some mistakes in my life, however, I have always tried to not say otherwise, always own up to all the crap I did!!!! Makteh is the same, I suppose that’s why I look up to her as oppose to the others. Most people I know would appear to be godly and will eagerly find faults in others. OK, I’ll stop!

I know I have a lot more good things to tell about Makteh, but between the twitches in both my feet and Altaf calling out to play Bookworm, I have a feeling that friends reading this have some ideas how I treasure her friendship.


My Dear, Dear Makteh,
To peaceful life! (Of which I am still searching, high and low…..)


A LITTLE MORE ABOUT MAKTEH

She’s born Fatimah Said. Makteh is a person we Malays call our 4th aunt (I think). Makteh now in her glorious sixties travels as often as she can for peace of mind and knowledge. She is, as I stated earlier one hell of a spunky lady and quite the intellectual with quite the face to match.
Thank You Makteh, from the bottom of my heart, for the doa you're teaching me, for the advice and for the breeze of strength hovering over me still thats keeping my spirit high..
Thank You