in the end

hello there.

i'm sorry that i haven't been blogging much lately. just not in the mood to. 
anw, overall RAYA was oke, i still got to have fun. though not as much lorh. on the sec day of HARI RAYA, well, all of my relatives had arrived in temerloh, so they went to beraya at my house as usual. that night, cija held an open house. around 11 after on, we went to play futsal at a court abg oje already booked at in temerloh. yes, futsal is a must for our family in hari raya, it's one of our routine. as we had a big family, i repeat, a BIG family, which could actually form two football team, we never got problem finding players for our futsal match. what's more, we played it amongst our family, uncles, aunties, cousins and all and we would all get dressed up for the game; blue team members will wear blue, while the red ones will wear red. 

the game was hell fun! we were laughing there and there, and though at first i really really didn't want to play, i actually had fun playing. i think i never laugh as much as i had during the game!


and yeah, i'm in the BLUE team, the winning one =)


here's some pics from the futsal match;

 

 

until then =)

hari raya ; DAY ONE

hello there.

i can't believe it's already hari raya!! haha, selamat hari raya everyone!

as usual, we (the whole family) went to solat sunat hari raya at the mosque this morning. later, we all got ready to salam our parents. then, we headed to our kampung at batu satu, which was just a 15 minute drive for our house. i thought there would be lots of people at the big house, but then only some of my relatives were there cause' some others were still in KL. anw, we held the annual family photoshoot as usual; photographed by the one and only abang bob, but pardon me, i've got none of our family pictures here cuz we forgot to give our camera to him. haha. our mistake. although not all of us were present at the house, well, the house was a  chaos! people laughing there and there, camera flashes everywhere. seriously. i mean wif camera phones, digital cameras, and a photographer in the house, well, it's everywhere. and then the riot that came with getting ready; well that's the AKJ family alright. =)

i think the most chaotic moment was to get areanna (my cousin; abg iwan's and kak en's daughter) to being photographed along wif their family potrait. she was shouting NO! and NO! at abang iwan, and won't let herself being photograph. after lots of crying, and shouting, and our laughters (at seeing areanna), it ended up with abang iwan shouting i hate you! to her little daughter. i wanted to laugh when i heard that because, well, if the case was me; it's me who's shouting i hate you! to my parents, and not the other way around. haha. i think areanna just hated camera. let it go, abang iwan. 

overall, today wasn't so bad at all.
it's even more fun than i expected. 
and i cut my hair dowh. rihanna style. haha.

oh well, let's just wait for tomorrow.

until then.

from me to you >>

just my luck

hello there.
i'm in my room right now, and yet i could still smell the heavenlicious cake mom is baking downstairs. and it's 7-something more hours to go b4 i can finally taste the cake.
god, help me. kuatkan iman aku. amin. =D


anw, i was damn bored so i started pictures-sight-seeing at ms when i saw a pic of this boy i knew. oke, truth is i don't know him, i mean know KNOW him, and i don't think he knows me too. i don't even think he remembers me anymore.!! (sob..sob..) let's call him H. i met H when i went to NST english workshop last month (i think) with my school's teams. he's with the IK students. to make it a story, i was sitting facing the back, cuz we were sitting in a group according to our schools. and so, from my seat, i would see H instancely if i looked to the front. he was cute. really. and btw, you guys know how bad i am at listening to speeches, so to stop  myself from dozing off, i looked at him. haha. silly me. =D


when the workshop ended, i was kinda sad cuz i knew i would never see H again, and during that time i didn't even know his name. one of my team members knew H, and they were chatting together 4 a while.this may sound silly but  i was jealous at her. HAHA.

later, we went to the canteen for the little jamuan held for the workshop participants. they were some kuih packed in plastics in a basket. we took some of it b4 we got off. i was about to take a packet of kuih when someone else was also about to take that packet. and you know who that person was??? H!! i was holding part of the packet, and so did he but then i let go of it. that's when he smiled at me and offered me the packet. i dun know how i managed to control myself from giggling out loud, but i smiled back and waved no.


his team stayed in the canteen to eat, but our van had come so we (my team) had to leave. the last time i saw him, was from the inside of the van, and he was talking with one of his friends at the canteen.


ukw??
i think that workshop was the best workshop i have ever been to. and the first one i've ever been to actually.!! =D i found out that H also participated in the english drama competition b4 and so he must be active in English activities. i'll be going to an english camp again after raya. will i see him again there??


who knows?
maybe it'll be just my luck.
until then.

hari raya

hello there.
a few more days, and poof! it'll be hari raya! amazing how time can surprise us with how fast they fly, right? anw, somehow things doesn't feel like raya so much. yes, i'm no longer in semsas, trying to wake up early for my sahur (though not a such a success about it =D ), and yes, i've eaten quite a lot  of kuih raya that mom had made, and yes, i've just got back from my shopping trip for baju raya. but no, it still doesn't feel like one. i didn't get excited at all for all of these stuffs, not like i used to. instead, it feels more like a routine, something i ought to do. must do. idk why, but well, i don't feel the joy of raya at all.

i remember when i was way much younger, hari raya was the 'it day'. my dad used to say, tak puasa tak leh raya, so that is why i tried my best to fast the whole month since i was 7. and when raya was coming, i was the most excited one. i remember how we used to decorate the house; dad would move the dining table to the living room for the guests, we  replaced the curtains with new ones, and then, my sisters and i would gather all of our hari raya cards and hang it on the wall as our decorations. i remember the mega spring cleaning; dad would mope the stairs and cleaned out the front porch, my sisters and i would helped him (although most of the time we were playing with the water!! ), and then  all of us would start cleaning in the house. my job, for every single year, was to wash the sink, and  along would give me rm1 as a tip. i remember putting the kuih raya into the bekas to serve at the living room; while putting some of it into my mouth (hahaha!!). and FYI, that was during the night lorh.

i remember our annual hari raya shopping, where mom and dad would take my sisters and i all around the town to find our baju kurung and some new outfits. basically, each of us would get a pair of baju kurung and a brand new top and pants. we usually went to the store, and the line to pay was so long that it took hours, and my sisters and i would sat down on the floor because we were soo tired of waiting. but then, who cares about how tiring and long the shopping was, it was for raya. else didn't matter!

and yeah, i remember when both my parents gave me rm30 each because i was fasting the whole month (one day, 1 ringgit) and i was soo happy becasue i finally got more duit raya than my older sisters. haha. in the end, my sisters and i would all count how much duit raya we got  for that year and see who won. i won once . =)

i miss those days, i miss them a lot.
but things change, and it would never go the way it used to be, or the way i want it to be.
that's what we call life.
i just hope that someday, maybe someday, i will have that feeling back. and raya would be the 'it day' again.

someday.

=)

hello there. i'm dyll. nice to meet you.