Kepengigauan oleh adinda Tengku Nur Zahirah.

you allz faham tak kepengigauan tu apa? root word dia igau.


masa tu around midnight. mama tengah tengok tv/jadi pelengkap sofa as usual. Didie tengah buat homework Arab. Atiq tengah tolong Didie buat homework Arab. cewah padahal tengah buat bunyi siren setiap kali rambut Didie kena muka Atiq, pastu bila Didie fokus buat kerja and dah tak mengendeng-ngendeng dekat Atiq, Atiq dekatkan sendiri muka Atiq dengan rambut Didie lepastu buat bunyi siren.

ok paragraph panjang yang confusing dan tidak menyumbang kepada plot. moving on.

masa tu Adik tengah tido atas sofa. tiba-tiba beliau bangun dan pergi ke muka pintu dapur kemudian mencangkung disitu.

Mama : Adik wak gapo tu????
Adik : Adik sakit perutttt...

Adik memang tidur dalam keadaan sakit perut that night. Masa Atiq pegi amek die dari tempat mengaji pun die menjerit/menangis sambil suruh Atiq memandu secara laju.

Pastu tiba-tiba Adik bangun dan menuju ke pintu ruang tamu yang menuju ke luar rumah. Kemudian beliau switch on chandelier. Bukak. Tutup. Bukak. Tutup.

Mama : Adik wak gapo tu????
Adik : Adik silap laaaaaaaa!

Kemudian beliau membuka pintu untuk keluar rumah. This is the point when Atiq and Didie mula ketawa secara berleluasa. Then Atiq lari pergi dekat Adik and pulled her away from the door,

Atiq : Adikkk nok gi mano nihhh adehh
Adik : Adik nok gi bilik air laa!!
Atiq : *gelak macam pontianak* Billik air bukey kat sini lahhh...meh meh kito gi bilik air meh..

Lepas tu Atiq bawak la die pegi bilik air...

Hahaha cerita die panjang lagi sebenarnya, including part di mana Atiq intai dia dalam bilik air and rupanya die tengah tidur atas jamban, part di mana Atiq dan Didie membuat kesimpulan bahawa kalau kitorang biar dia keluar rumah mesti dia berak dalam longkang, part di mana Atiq dan Didie ketawa guling-guling atas lantai kemudian dimarahi Mama...

Keesokannya;

Didie : Adik kaba dok Adik ngiga smaley?
Adik : Adik tok ngiga la!! Adik kemama.
Atiq : Adik kaba dok Adik bukok tutuk lapu and kipas kat ruang tamu?
Adik : heh? yolo ko?

Lagi nak claim dia mamai je and bukannye mengigau. Malas nak layan.



xoxo
Atiqah
Kehidupan di tengah malam lebih ceria di White Villa daripada di mana-mana rumah keluarga lain.

internetless for a couplea days

i called five tmnet helpline operators. FIVE. semua takleh solve the problem. pastu the technical guys came over pagi tadi (pagi buta, Atiq siap suara serak lagi), and fixed it in, like, 3 mins.

loads of things to blog about, tp now i've to go make lunch, sumpah bising budak2 H1N1 berdua kat belakang ni.

wait for the entries k!

loove
Atiq.

p.s. ROBAEHA RAMZA MALAM NI DI TV9. TYPE GM(space)BEE! hahah promote Behaw. berani anda menyebarkan gossip2 liar tentang beta di comments section, cehssss. Ayahnda adalah beria menonton Gadis Melayu kerana anda. sigh. haha.

Ciri-ciri lelaki yang akan jadi husband orang lain

suka paksa.

suka paksa.

suka paksa.



sekian.

(second edition of) Mati Tanpa:

we wanted to play badminton as usual but we couldn't find the shuttle cork so we made a short trip to a shop close by, with the camera along :) lorry drivers and pekerja2 bengkel motor adalah bising menyakat 'nok ambik gamba sapo tuuuu' and 'nok gi mano tuuuu'. whatever.

Baby Zhookeeefflllleeeeyyyyyyzzaaa

ok sebenarnya nama beliau Zulkifli. haha. i jatuh cinta dengan encik Zulkifli. bak kata Hanis Zalikha, pipi beliau adalah 'labuh'.

tsk. Adik bongsu i yang ni suka mimpi die sedang minum susu kalau dia tido.

Bukti:





walaupun Didie dah upload in her blog tapi tak kira nak upload jugak.
haha dia nak tido pun tak aman. apekandaya.

sekian wabillahitaufik walhidayah.....ok panjang nak type.

Atiqah
sayang kamu.

New stalker (haha)

Assalamualaikum :D

hai korang. Atiq ada stalker baru, nama die Shidot. hai Shidot. i baru panggil u stalker i. ngeh2. new reader on the blog :)

risau nak bagi Shidot masuk sebenarnya sebab rasa2 macam ada ngumpat die tapi malas nak read back and check, so Shendot sila redha sahaja dan jangan baca entry lama please. haha.

anyway. I've a busy day ahead of me - hope your days are productive as well! Mushang's back from Japan, whatever that means :)

xoxo
Atiqah

an entry for a dying blog.

hi guys.

life's been a roller coaster these past couple of weeks. like seriously, i don't even know where to begin. right before i went to Cambodia, i actually freaking cried at Stesen KTM Padang Jawa because things got out of hand and i didn't have someone i trusted enough to talk to. it can drive one crazy, going through rough times but having to pretend everything is A-okay.

Cambodia drove my mind away from reality. it made me realize how small and how meaningless are the things i spent my tears for. these people...these people won't even flinch if they're in my shoes. their story inspired us all so, so, much. read it here; www.ponderingsofasearchingmind.blogspot.com

it's about our bestest company in Cambodia - Roly, a 5th year medical student (they study medicine for EIGHT years there). This guy is a dream come true. He's everything every girl wants a guy to be, and so much more.

i'm okay now. i still cry from time to time because i'm an Atiqah and that's how i'm designed to function, but i'm coping. recuperating.

i really don't know what to say about Cambodia...the experience was...insane. i'm sorry, i just don't think i know of a better word to describe it. it's an irony that our tagline was 'Enlightening the hopes of Cambodia', but i think it was us. it was us that got enlightened.

i left my heart there. Wany said she left her heart there, and Shidot said he left his heart there with this little kid he fell in love with. Shidot memang gile, siap fikir dah macam mana nak bawak masuk budak tu balik Malaysia and jadi anak angkat die.

i really get how Angelina Jolie ended up taking Maddox home, and why she kept returning there. the people there, they're...different.

i've to go now, Didie and Adek panggil main badminton.

bye guys. be thankful for what you have. for all we know, we ALL could have been a Cambodian child beggar.

Atiqah
sayang and rindu korang.

Another Facebook note.

Summer 2009 : Cambodia - A humbling experience.
Yesterday at 7:51pm

Assalamualaikum :)

I'm typing here again. My blog is private and dying, yet here I am writing in the all too public facebook notes section. I don't do sensible.

Cambodia...where do I start? I nearly cancelled my trip there because I feel like I'm needed more in Malaysia. Kelantan, to be exact. Because KIBAR was going on and they didn't have enough people to help out. At the same time, a lot of people bailed out from the mission, and there were only ten people left. I couldn't win - If I go, I left my friends in Kelantan all the workload of KIBAR. If I don't go, I'll impose more work to the CRM team, because when there's only ten people...losing one manpower is a lot.

At last I chose Cambodia with hesitation, and I decided to make sure that I make the best of it, so that I didn't miss KIBAR for nothing.

I was pleasantly surprised during the first day of the mission, realizing how far the first village was, because I felt that these must be people who really needed us to be there, and people who would really appreciate the free mobile clinic and circumcision. When we got closer to the said village, I find myself perplexed with what I saw outside the glass window of the white Mercedez van - people there actually still use carts pulled by cows and horses. Like, ACTUALLY using it for their daily living, and not just for tourist transporation or some shiz. It was as if we were riding a time machine.

Villagers were already gathered at the mosque when we got there, and we disembarked the van feeling rather nauseous - especially the circumcision team. I was on the mobile clinic team that day, so I wasn't as nervous and vomity as the other team was - haha sukahati cakap korang feel vomity. Is vomity even a real word?

I was in charge of the dispensary, and my, my, wasn't it challenging. I wasn't familiar with the drugs just yet at the time, and we didn't pack much of the drugs beforehand. It wasn't long before it got wayyy too hectic and hot. It was really, really, really, hot...especially since I was sitting upon direct sunlight and the villagers were surrounding the dispensary section - we didn't have much structure on that first day. I think our patient count on that day must have reached at least 350 - it doesn't help that I was dispensing prescribed drugs among the screams and cries of the boys being circumcized.

A note to my friends on the west, if you're reading this - we only circumcized young boys, and we used local anaesthesia, steriled surgical instruments, gloves and masks. The procedure was all surgically legit, and nothing was barbaric about it. No insane mythical stones or shiz like that were used.

As days of the mission went by, we managed to create a better system for the dispensary, got a lot more familiar with the meds, and most unbelievably - learned how to carry out circumcision, and actually did it. Not just hold-the-catgut-for-the-do

ctor do it, but suture-the-friggin'-penis do it.

I wasn't up for it at first, because I am a world-renowned wuss. But at one point, I became the only one who haven't done it on my own, and I felt like a loser...so I did it.

I can now add 'Circumcized Cambodian boys' in my List of Things to Tell My Grandchildren.

I couldn't believe how much the money we managed to raise in Ireland and UK made a difference to their lives. These are children who cry because there wasn't enough copies of colouring papers for them, children who are delighted to join the colouring contest despite them getting only one colour pencil each because we weren't prepared for such a huge crowd, families who live in houses the size of a chicken coop - if you were there during the charity drive, if you bought the second-hand clothes we sold...do know, darlings, that your money went to a place that needs it so, so much.

There are so much more to tell, about how a Cambodian guy became the first person in his village to get into University at his own willpower and effort, about people living in boats on Tonle Sap lake, about the child beggars in Kampung Cham. About the friends we made in Cambodia. But they're all so impossible to convey in a mere note, so hard to spell out in my limited vocabulary. The 13 days made all of us in team CRM09 realize how lucky we are to be born in Malaysia, how we shouldn't take all the things Allah had given us for granted. It made us appreciate everything we have so much more, and it made us realize of our renponsibility to share, to give to those in need.

There will be a Cambodia Relief Mission 2010 next year insyaAllah...go for it, friends. It's an experience that's worth every second of your summer.

Atiqah
Bandar Bukit Raja,
Klang.