Boba-Bubble Tea Time

it’s iced tea, and black balls of round jelly bobbing in the mix. have you tried this oddly fun drink? i don’t really like it, but mr. khairul can finish up to 3 glasses! haha.

 

 

i don’t really like iced tea, and i don’t fancy the texture of the jelly. it’s too gummy-bear like. oklah, it’s really NOT jelly. because jelly or agar-agar is soft. this is harder, and liat – like gummy bear! i mean i LOVE gummy bears. but NOT in a drink!

tak suka lah.

hey, i like drinks which come with jelly. cincau is one of my all-time favorite drink. but the feel of the strips of black jelly cincau is very different from the black balls in this bubble tea drink!

 

 

 kahfi inspecting one of the ‘jellies’ stuck in the straw

 

warning : drink carefully to avoid choking

 

there’s even a warning at the bottom of the cup to remind people of the possibility of choking on the big black round jelly! imagine slurping so fast – i bet the hard jelly pops into your mouth like paint pellets from a paintball gun!

keep away from toddlers!

 

 

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we tried the drink while hanging out at the food court in dubai mall. mr. khairul’s mckk super-senior uncle dzul (he’s just a year younger from my abah) from yemen was in town for a few days, so we picked him up and hung out with another ex-mckk abang shon and kak muna over bubble tea, ice-cream and cut-up fresh fruits. sembang punya sembang berjam-jam!

but this is the kind of friendship that is priceless!

 

murid-murid tua mckk

 

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bubble tea? thanks, but no thanks. but you can always order 2-3 glasses just for mr. khairul!

In Dubai, In Love, Indefinitely

happy anniversary to us! when i asked him, what does he remember most about our wedding day, he said, “lepas nikah je, i call you dari masjid.” (i was waiting for him at abah’s house which is like 5 minutes drive from the mosque).

tu je? ceh. sigh. can’t help falling in love with you all over again, though. you charming, you.

 

 

 

     

 

here’s for 50 years, and more. till death do us part. i love you always.

How Your Breakfast Evolved in Marriage

haha. does your breakfast change after years of marriage?

during the first year of marriage, you serve your beloved husband home-cooked nasi lemak on your expensive china plate laced with banana leaf to give it a nice aroma. there’s ayam masak merah, there’s sambal sotong, sambal kerang, sambal ikan bilis and even sayur kangkung. the sambals, boiled egg and cucumber are artfully arranged around the rice to create the illusion of eating at a fancy fine-dining restaurant. you even cut the cucumbers in heart shape.

fast-forward 20 years later, your husband takes his own plate from the cupboard, and had to scoop up his own nasi lemak from the rusty rice-cooker. the burnt sambal is still in the pot, the boiled egg is still in its shell, and you forgot to buy the cucumber!

ye ke? hihi.

 

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during your first year of marriage

 

through the 2nd year of marriage

 

3rd year and counting

 

5th year, but where’s the creativity now? hihi

 

after 10 years!

 

15 years down the road? tsk tsk.

 

haha. after 20 years, huh?

 

and what happens after 25 years of marriage?

 

haha. just for laughs, ladies.

may your marriage is always blissfully served on a cute plate of nicely brown toasted bread, with a heart-shaped sunny side up egg. and a pretty flower on the side. made with love.

happy anniversary to those celebrating their 1st, 5th, 10th or 25th year of marriage. cheers.

Khaleef : Class Photo 2011

this is something that i really, really like about schools in dubai. i don’t know about schools in other countries, but here they let the kids pose freely (but still in a straight line), resulting in a very laid-back photograph, yet so cool and fun to see.

 

 

even in the individual photographs, the kids can pose in any way they like. of course, they cannotlah stick their tongue out or do a bunny rabbit ear with their fingers ke, but you get my drift. just look at khaleef’s pose. haha.

when you’re in secondary school – fine, have a proper sitting-straight-according-to-height photograph, and have another ‘candid’ one. but i think primary kids can have interesting class photos like this, don’t you think?

 

with class teachers ms nalini and ms fatima

 

even so, this is NOT candid. when you take a candid picture, one or two in the group may not be ready, eyes closed, mouth open while laughing or hands up in the air while doing something.

this one here – eventhough the kids pose differently, it still is a controlled, organized photograph. they’re ‘instructed’ to choose one pose that they like, and you can see the fantastic result. everyone seemed relaxed, and they look like they’re having fun going to school and be with their friends.

i think this is a great way to take class photos, because it shows the kids’ personality, and let them explore their individuality. they can be themselves. they are, after all just in kindergarten. let them be wacky lah!

 

 

khaleef wrapped his hands around his waist, looking up with a cheeky smile. yes, he’s the boy next to the tocang-dua girl with the sling bag. habih bergaya la tu!

Anatomy of a Car Crash

what happens during a car accident. read every sentence. i shudder reading the final sentence. “…the last three-tenths of the second (during a car accident) mean nothing to the driver (because he/she would be dead). i got this from gulfnews dot com. actual article here.

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“Here's what happens in the first fatal second when a car going at 90km/h hits a solid object.”

 

In the first 10th of a second, the front bumper and grill collapses.

 

The second 10th finds the hood crumbling, rising and striking the windshield as the spinning rear wheels lift from the ground. Fenders begin wrapping around the solid object. Although the frame has been halted, the rest of the car is still going 90km/h. The driver instinctively stiffens his legs, and they snap at the knee joint.

 

During the third 10th of the second, the steering wheel starts to disintegrate and the steering column aims for the driver's chest.

The fourth 10th of the second finds two feet of the car's front end wrecked, while the rear end still moves at 56km/h. The driver's body is still travelling at 90km/h.

 

In the fifth tenth of a second, the driver is impaled on the steering column, and blood rushes into his/her lungs.

 

The sixth tenth of a second, the driver's feet are ripped out of his/her shoes. The brake pedal breaks off. The car frame buckles in the middle. The driver's head smashes into the windshield as the rear wheels fall back to earth.

 

In the seventh 10th of the second, hinges rip loose, doors fly open and the seats break free, striking the driver from behind.

 

The seat striking the driver does not bother him/her because he/she is already dead. The last three-tenths of the second mean nothing to the driver.

 

 

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alhamdulillah, in my years of driving, i’ve only been involved in a little accident once in ipoh, and one other time at one utama basement parking lot was just a stupid mistake on my part.

the one in ipoh happened when a white van stopped suddenly in front of me, causing me to hit the breaks. then a motorbike hit my car from the back. that’s it. alhamdulillah it was such a forgettable experience.

i remember this one awful incident – my very young nephews haiqal and haqeem were in the car with their dad, when the car spurned out of control and turned turtle! terbalik kereta tu! while my bro-in-law had some bruises and cuts, my nephews were TOTALLY unharmed. semua orang cakap, malaikat lindung tu. alhamdulillah.

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be safe. wear seatbelt. don’t be arrogant and tailgate or flash other drivers when angry. be patient. be aware of road conditions. check your car before travelling. biar lambat asal selamat. DO NOT SPEED. drive responsibly.

Hello Abah!

this was how abah looked like when i called him on the phone last weekend. bestnye tengok expression abah aku bila aku call. hihi.

 

my abah

 

this was in ipoh – my sisters were ALL there. ALL. my eldest sis yong and her kids. my younger sis syima and her girls. my youngest sisters syidot and azot were off for the weekend, and hangin out in ipoh too.

they went to this nasi lemak ayam kampung restaurant with abah and umi, and azi updated her facebook status while they’re there. bila nampak status tu, i just called up abah. and when abah was talking to his cute little daughter in dubai, azot took the above shot.

*click!*

“hello abah! assalamualaikum!” and bla bla bla. sembang abah anak.

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sigh. miss them. i hate that they’re all there without me. but i miss them. don’t have too much fun without me, please… but technically, we were ALL there, like my sister syidot said – because i was VIRTUALLY there too through abah’s phone. haha. cruel, but haha.

Hepi Teechairs Days

dear teechair,

i is wanted to swishing u olzzzz one happeely teechairs dayz. bescouse off you, many peoples dident spellt loike theese. tenchiu. but why peoples steel spellt ‘keep it up’ as ‘kipidap’. ‘daughter’ as ‘doter’ and ‘update’ as ‘hapdet’? oso i see dis ‘cantik’ as ‘santek’, and 'je' as 'jew'? the word ‘je’ is ohledi bahasa pasar, why we want to further degrade our language?

dis verry worry me. bahasa jiwa bangsa, izzit? plis du your part, teechair!

oh, HAPPY TEACHER’S DAY!

my eldest sister yong; teacher syazrin with students @ rps, ipoh. raja perempuan school is so lucky!