Wat to dooooooo ..... ??

I don't like to make a 'Venting' Entry ... or maybe I am such a hepi-hepi everything nevermind forgive & forget kind of girl (eh.. maseh girl eh ?)..... hahaha

But these have really gotten on my nerve to the MAX !!!! ...
And i am contemplating of calling the Neighbourhood Police,.. or not ?.. you tell me k.. after reading this short stories... hehe

STORY 1

Every morning around 7am, this 'pakcik' will ram his bike to start them ....
"Brrrr, Brrrr, Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........Brrrr, Brrrrrrrrrrrrr............ Brrrr ..... Brrrrrrrrrrrrr.............." like that lah for a few minutes till he biked away........"Burrrrrrrrrrrr" and away he goes merrily off ! (mind you I live on the 3rd floor, next to the multi-storey carpark).

Most morning while he does this, my baby will wake up from his slumberland.... Sometimes in my hurry-scrury getting ready to work time, I manage to pat him back to sleep. At times, he won't go back to sleep & is up and about - making our parting so drama-mama (he will cry la when I go off) ...

Geram tau everytime I hear the first Brrrrrr... here he goes again !!!!

Anyway .........

STORY 2

This 'fatso' guy (malay boy ard 20+) ... every weekends around 3pm will come down with his setupid remote control car that makes the most deafening noise !!!! "Wueeeeeeeeeeeeeee............... Wueeeeeeeeeeee.............. Weeeek... weeeekkkk......... weeekkkkkkkk............" (those high pitch motor kind of sound).

Most of the days around that time, we are resting & baby is sleeping .... So u guess wat happen la ... my 'telinga tikus' light sleeper baby sure tekejut lah !! Not only him, if me or hb are taking our afternoon siesta, we also will be awaken by this irritating sound, even tengah tengok TB or bual-bual oso ped-up ! ........

I've heard some neighbours shouting from their window "Shut-up!".... but this didn't stop 'gundu' guy from manoeuvering that stupid little box with antenna, up and down the carpark lane just below my bedroom window. This will last for about 30-45 minutes!!!
I feel like throwing a pail of slimy-gooey liquid on top of his brainless brain (eh ?.. boleh gitu! ). Don't they hv a proper place or track for this hobby... somewhere in East Coast ?.. Or go la & play in the real road - let the real cars lenggek yr dummy car sampai penyek ! ... HaHaHaHa {evil laugh}...............

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So you tell me, doesn't this give me a reason to be so damn geram ! ............
Ok la ... my baby is almost 2 yrs old, and even if he is up, it's always a joy to entertain him..
What if I hv a newborn ?... What if there are sick ppl needing their rest ?... What about the elderly ?.........
Tak behati perut, tulang jantong, limpa mempedal betul la all these people !

Phewwwwwwwww........ !! Ok dah ! ..at last I can use all those 'words' behind my hb ! (cos if he uses all these words I will say... "Don't say like that.... It's not nice u noe") ....... So I must always maintain my composure infront of him .......hahaha ......

So how ? Pe-Dup tau !... call the pulis & komplen ?? .. or still endure ?? ....
.. but as always, ''I Tak sampai ati .... " :(

Astagrafirullah Hal-'Azeem.........


(tengok ader iras2 tak their faces ?)

Wassalam......

A Wedding & An Anniversary

I saw the Victoria Secrets' sale ad on the newspaper on Thursday...
Sale on 24th - 26th November !
I hv been "knocking my head against the wall" what to get this colleague of mine who's getting married on 25th Nov... so tadaa !!.. question answered.. hehe
Hb was excitedlah when I said I wanted to take half-day off on Friday to go for the VS sale... hehehe!
So, off we went after I picked him up from his Friday Prayer at Darul Aman. Parked at Golden Shoe carpark, look & look, walk & walk, huff & puff around Raffles MRT.. maner ni Overseas Union House (written next to Raffles MRT) !!!!... cam nak tepleot & tecabot kaki sey... rupernyer on the other side, pat Clifford Pier - Shenton Way !!! ... kedodol betul tu advertisement tau - taroklah Map !!!

Ramai jugak orang... ! neway, browse punyer browse.. managed to get 2 pairs for the newlyweds & my hb pon sekaki bought 2 pairs for meself... hahaha ;) (but mine tak amek gambar - malu arr).

Saturday is kelam-kabot day... pagi do my weekly marketing, then the wedding pulak is at Jurong West ! Mak ooii.. punyerlah dekat dari Simei and hari pon ujan punyer lah al-Lebat ! But wat to dooo - makan nasik pakai sudu... gi jugak cos I'm close to this girl & her hb pon my colleague (both working in my companylah...hehe) .. so set off around 3pm (baby tido).. round & round..sesat walBarat.. sampai lah 4+ we reached there... Sit awhile & hv to rush home cos my Brother nak give all of us a treat at SAKURA (Downtown East) for his 10th AniBerSari. Yep ! all of us - my parents, 6 chirrens plus 6 chirren-in-laws & 20 of the cucus & 1 in the tummy..hehehe.... Satu gerabak !! (pics KIV). Balek wrap prezzee for my bro & wifey (alamak luper nak amek gambar pulak) .. after Maghrib we stret away go - big spread of buffet, but taste wise.. some nice, some ok lah... but nothing tak sedap... all edible (although I tak makan banyak varieties sangat)...

HEPI ANIBERSARI LITTLE BRO !...
...rajin-rajin & selalu-selalu la seleberet...hehehe

oh ya.. and wat do this little 'Katkoot' of mine 'die-die' wanna buy at the market ?.. u guessed it !



And on the way back from the wedding ?....
aizzz ! yang pat tangan tu tak cukup .. hehe

Carz....carz............. Helppppppppp!!!

About Shoes, Cars & Babies

This time I wanna blog abt a few things - 2 inspired by the other bloggers (kirer ni curik idea laa.. selain dari blog about Rayer ker rayer.. banyak sangat gambar rayer sampai cam pening al-lalat arr kepaler).. But I do hv some selected Rayer pics that I wanna upload, but postpone dulu sebelum ilham ni ilang ... hahaha

First Ilham dari Blog Lady-Lee. (eh..teringat dulu Mamadewi nyer blog pon ader gambar sepatu anak2 dier...hehe)

Like her, I'm an avid fan of SHOEs..... Shoes, shoes, glorious shoes ! But since, takleh beli banyak takot kener marah - so lepaskan geram pat my son... hahaha... Ni pon ader lagi tau yg si Katkoot ni tak suker sangat pakai (ntah maner my maid dah sorokkan..hehehe). Yg kecik2 kiut-miut baby2yer tu some dah buang, some yg baek dah simpan or bagi orang...

<-- eh ! tenampak pulak kasot2 ni.. hehe

And telanjor amek gambar, ni lah part of the CARz koleksen, aizz ! satu rumah kreter beserak

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And the other inspired blog is about BABIES... oh how I miss having one in my arms *wink-wink*..

During the Eid season ader 5 sedarer-marer I bertambah Rezeki, Alhamdullillah.. so hepi for them :)

Nasibah - Girl (#3), Nadimah - Boy (#2), Zulfa - Girl (#1), Hassan - Girl (#1), Abdullah - Girl (#1)... aizz ! so many girls - I missed the boat lah....

Juz managed to visit 2 & 1 jumper tym wedding (but amek gambar 1 jer), lagi 2 KIV.... hehe.

VOTE can ??

Jangan Marah eh.. ni suker2 jer...

If you don't mind making a few clicks on yr keyboard - kasi xcersaiz sikit jari-jemari yg lembut tu.

Votelah for my baby ni, .... (by Wednesday 15/11)
cian dier tunggu pat depan pintu ..

hehehe... cam rhyme pulak..






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How I Came To Love The Veil

If u hve sometime to spare - read this article...
If u hv more time - click on those underlined words which I hv painstakingly ;) ...provide a link.

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How I Came To Love The Veil
Yvonne Ridley, Washington post - London, USA
Monday, October 23, 2006

I used to look at veiled women as quiet, oppressed creatures -- until I was captured by the Taliban. In September 2001, just 15 days after the terrorist attacks on the United States , I snuck into Afghanistan , clad in a head-to-toe blue burqa, intending to write a newspaper account of life under the repressive regime. Instead, I was discovered, arrested and detained for 10 days. I spat and swore at my captors; they called me a "bad" woman but let me go after I promised to read the Koran and study Islam. (Frankly, I'm not sure who was happier when I was freed -- they or I.)

Back home in London , I kept my word about studying Islam -- and was amazed by what I discovered. I'd been expecting Koran chapters on how to beat your wife and oppress your daughters; instead, I found passages promoting the liberation of women. Two-and-a-half years after my capture, I converted to Islam, provoking a mixture of astonishment, disappointment and encouragement among friends and relatives.

Now, it is with disgust and dismay that I watch here in Britain as former foreign secretary Jack Straw {(read this - "2006 veil controversy")} describes the Muslim nikab -- a face veil that reveals only the eyes -- as an unwelcome barrier to integration, with Prime Minister Tony Blair, writer Salman Rushdie and even Italian Prime Minister Romano Prodi leaping to his defense.

Having been on both sides of the veil, I can tell you that most Western male politicians and journalists who lament the oppression of women in the Islamic world have no idea what they are talking about. They go on about veils, child brides, female circumcision, honor killings and forced marriages, and they wrongly blame Islam for all this -- their arrogance surpassed only by their ignorance.

These cultural issues and customs have nothing to do with Islam. A careful reading of the Koran shows that just about everything that Western feminists fought for in the 1970s was available to Muslim women 1,400 years ago. Women in Islam are considered equal to men in spirituality, education and worth, and a woman's gift for childbirth and child-rearing is regarded as a positive attribute.

When Islam offers women so much, why are Western men so obsessed with Muslim women's attire? Even British government ministers Gordon Brown and John Reid have made disparaging remarks about the nikab -- and they hail from across the Scottish border, where men wear skirts.

When I converted to Islam and began wearing a headscarf, the repercussions were enormous. All I did was cover my head and hair -- but I instantly became a second-class citizen. I knew I'd hear from the odd Islamophobe, but I didn't expect so much open hostility from strangers. Cabs passed me by at night, their "for hire" lights glowing. One cabbie, after dropping off a white passenger right in front of me, glared at me when I rapped on his window, then drove off. Another said, "Don't leave a bomb in the back seat" and asked, "Where's bin Laden hiding?"

Yes, it is a religious obligation for Muslim women to dress modestly, but the majority of Muslim women I know like wearing the hijab, which leaves the face uncovered, though a few prefer the nikab. It is a personal statement: My dress tells you that I am a Muslim and that I expect to be treated respectfully, much as a Wall Street banker would say that a business suit defines him as an executive to be taken seriously. And, especially among converts to the faith like me, the attention of men who confront women with inappropriate, leering behavior is not tolerable.

I was a Western feminist for many years, but I've discovered that Muslim feminists are more radical than their secular counterparts. We hate those ghastly beauty pageants, and tried to stop laughing in 2003 when judges of the Miss Earth competition hailed the emergence of a bikini-clad Miss Afghanistan , Vida Samadzai, as a giant leap for women's liberation. They even gave Samadzai a special award for "representing the victory of women's rights."

Some young Muslim feminists consider the hijab and the nikab political symbols, too, a way of rejecting Western excesses such as binge drinking, casual sex and drug use. What is more liberating: being judged on the length of your skirt and the size of your surgically enhanced breasts, or being judged on your character and intelligence? In Islam, superiority is achieved through piety -- not beauty, wealth, power, position or sex.

I didn't know whether to scream or laugh when Italy's Prodi joined the debate last week by declaring that it is "common sense" not to wear the nikab because it makes social relations "more difficult." Nonsense. If this is the case, then why are cellphones, landlines, e-mail, text messaging and fax machines in daily use? And no one switches off the radio because they can't see the presenter's face.

Under Islam, I am respected. It tells me that I have a right to an education and that it is my duty to seek out knowledge, regardless of whether I am single or married. Nowhere in the framework of Islam are we told that women must wash, clean or cook for men. As for how Muslim men are allowed to beat their wives -- it's simply not true. Critics of Islam will quote random Koranic verses or hadith, but usually out of context. If a man does raise a finger against his wife, he is not allowed to leave a mark on her body, which is the Koran's way of saying, "Don't beat your wife, stupid."

It is not just Muslim men who must reevaluate the place and treatment of women. According to a recent National Domestic Violence Hotline survey, 4 million American women experience a serious assault by a partner during an average 12-month period. More than three women are killed by their husbands and boyfriends every day -- that is nearly 5,500 since 9/11.
Violent men don't come from any particular religious or cultural category; one in three women around the world has been beaten, coerced into sex or otherwise abused in her lifetime, according to the hotline survey. This is a global problem that transcends religion, wealth, class, race and culture.

But it is also true that in the West, men still believe that they are superior to women, despite protests to the contrary. They still receive better pay for equal work -- whether in the mailroom or the boardroom -- and women are still treated as sexualized commodities whose power and influence flow directly from their appearance.

And for those who are still trying to claim that Islam oppresses women, recall this 1992 statement from the Rev. Pat Robertson, offering his views on empowered women: Feminism is a "socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians."
Now you tell me who is civilized and who is not.

hermosh@aol.com
Yvonne Ridley is political editor of Islam Channel TV in London and
Coauthor of "In the Hands of the Taliban: Her Extraordinary Story" (Robson Books).

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another good read : THE REALITY OF HIJAB

"This is not surprising, considering that Islam is the fastest growing religion on Earth. What is surprising, for Westerners, is that 7 out of 10 (70%) people who become Muslim are Women! It is these same women who then go on to willingly observe the Hijab without coercion or force. The women of Hijab in the cities of London, Paris, New York etc, are not all immigrants who have just stepped off the boat, as many people think. Rather, many of them tend to be women of high intellect and education. Women who have experienced the bitterness of western oppression. Women of diverse nationalities and races, who are brought together as one, under the banner of Islam. "

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2 Thanks and 2 Sorries

Thanks #1
Friday nite, got a visit from Jue & family... (Tuper sampai nak amek gambar)
Thanks so much ya Jue .. it is so wonderful of you to come..
...Shukran Ghazilan

Thanks #2 (this is overdue)
To Jue also, for this Elmo & Big Bird .. suker sangat si Zed dapat ni, sampai makan pon tarok Elmo pat tepi ..
(Slamat I ingat nak semunyikkan these things b4 u come to my house, tak sampai ati tengok Jadul sedih biler u mentioned abt. his Elmo & Big Bird) ...














And now ..

2 sorries ..

My humble aplogies to Eli & Mas... Afwan Afwan.
Thanks so much for the invites but I really really can't make it to your homes .. maapkan patek ya...

Saturday my home kener serang wif my relatives & Sunday ader jempotan kawin, then go my aunt's house & my bro (open house).. tau tau tengok jam dah pukol 10 malam !!!...
Aizzz, where does the time flies.... ???