Barongan

Barongan is a traditional dance for javanese people. Last month we had a barongan dance for my cousin's wedding.
This dance is about a fight between good and evil and is influence by the hindusm religion.

Hi old friend

Long time no see old friend. Was I missed? I have abandoned you for more than a year, you must have thought that I have forgotten all about you. I also seemed to lost my touch, this is not easy for me to do. I have to think very hard to get words flowing out. I keep typing and erasing, but I am not giving up I will publish this post. I have to start  somehow.

What have been going in my life all this while, so many things had happened. First I remarried, Aisyah when to mrsm mersing, omar is getting bigger literally, amir is taller he is taller than me. I also had a miscarriage early this year. Ok so I had to go because the are work to be done next time I tell you everything that going on in my life. Bye see you soon

Beware of what you tell others

Sometimes good new can be very painful when it turns out to be false.  A friend of mine had to face such a misfortune event when a rumour that he will recieve an award as worker of the year had been circulating around yesterday which turn out to false. I can imagine the pain that he felt. Sometimes people can be cruel.
So my advice would be, please confirm yout stories before telling it others. Check the source of your stories.

Hi old friend

Suddenly I had the urge to check my old blog. It had been too long. All this while since I stop posting in this blog I also stop writing in english. Don't know if I still had it in me, my so called writing skill.  So many things had happened in my life. Since I stop writing, all my stories are kept secretly in my heart. My heart was hurt, and it also was healed. Funny how a small part of you cn bring so much pain when it got hurt. I cried when someone played with my heart, giving me hope lifting it very high and purposely drop it. How can a person do such thing to another person.

However I am very lucky for I was blessed with friends who love me for Allah and I can really felt that they cared for me. My broken heart is now slowly being mend and healing with the help of someone very special. Alhamdulillah praise to Allah for this person really care for me and I can feel it in my heart. I had so many things to be thankful for. I am blessed in many ways. Now I realise that there is a reason why Allah let me to meet the wrong person, so that I will appreciate when the right person comes along. Allah knows what best for you, have faith in him.

Aku dan dia,dia,dia........dan dia

Hari ni ubah bahasa sebab rasanya dah lama tak menulis dalam bahasa malaysia. Sebenarnya ini cubaan kali ke berapa entah untuk aku menulis dalam bahasa kebangsaan ini. Harap kali ini berjaya he he. Hmmm tapi apa nak tulis ek, (sambil menggaru kepala yang gatal merenyam, eh ada kutu ke).Aku ingat lagi masa sekolah rendah dulu, kutu penuh di kepala. Bagaimana memutihnya bunga lalang begitu putihnya telur kutu yang lekat dirambut . Siksa betul bila kepala berkutu ni, org tak nak dekat, dulu aku duduk di kawasan setinggan dan mandi air perigi mungkin disebabkan persekitaran yg sihat itu memanggil2 kutu2 untuk singgah lalu menetap dan bermustautin di kepala muda ku waktu itu. Masih jelas dlm ingatan jururawat datang ke sekolah aku dan menyapu ubat kutu dengan berus cat. Sewenang2nya kepala kami diberus seperti mengecat dinding lagaknya. Aduh simpati aku pada diri sendiri. Tetapi bila aku berpindah ke kawasan perumahan taman sri skudai, kutu2 yg membiak dengan jayanya seakan merajuk lalu membungkus kain baju meninggalkan kepala ku yg muda dan berambut pendek. Akhirnya aku bebas dari tambahan beberapa gram dari kutu2 yang menghuni kepala aku ni. Al kisah dizaman kanak2 aku dengan sahabat2 beribu yang begitu dekat dengan aku di atas batu jemala aku. Eh sejak bila lah pulak aku bersahabat dengan parasit ni. Pembetulan perkataan sahabat perlu ditukar dengan perkataan parasit pemunah bangsa dan agama he he. Asalamualaikum

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Wish you were here

being able to update my blog from anywhere should make me write more often, but it is not what had happened. still i don't know what to write, many things had happened and i don't know where to start. hish this small pad touch screen does not help either it doesn't want to cooperate with my huge fingers he he.

People said that time will heal every pain, they were wrong. These few days every single things that happened around me remind me of my late husband, I listen to his favourite song many times, listening and rewinding. How I wish you were here. We are just two lost soul swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground, how we found same old fear. Wish you were here.

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something

I am in johor now. Everytime I went balik kg 1 of my agenda would be meeting old schoolmate. Friends on your school days sometimes can really be a very good friends. Oh my old handphone is spoilt because aisyah take for a swim in the pangkor beach. We went to pangkor with my late husband`s family. I am very close to them especially my sil she is a very nice lady. She really is a sister that I never had. Coming from a very small family, I really enjoyed being with my late husband`s family. Oh back to my spoilt handphone, I really felt.it was a blessing in disguised because now I bought a new one yuhooooo. I bought an android and now I van update my blog from anywhere wuhooooo. So hopefully I can brush up again my writing skill he he. Well it is just merely playing around with words but words do make people happy, sad or.even angry and it is true when people said that tounge are mightier (are there such word) than swords. Kay better stop now for my subuh prayer.

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