Life is uneventful lately. Just enjoying my second last spring with leisure walks to class, clad in lightweight cotton shirt while basking in the warmth of the wonderful weather.

Oh yeah, except for the fact that I cried TWICE last week. Sheesh. Jatuh my waterface. Semua pasal makcik lab tech yang screwed up my lecture attendance list. (I know I know, abeh skema laa nangeh pasal lecture attendance, but sakit hati tau tak?) Joo Ann and Pavala were true gems, they fought tooth and nails with the makcik (I was slumped on the nearby seat dah. Wahhaha. Drama is me), demanding to sort out the list themselves and when my name was found, makcik tu langsung tak mintak mahap. Dahla menjerit sedangkan aku mintak tolong abess sweet dah tu (rasanya la). Makcik2 tua kat sini aku tak tau nak habaq apa. Yang sweet tu seboleh-boleh nak peluk kita sampai patah tulang rusuk, yang menopausal tu kalu buleh nak microphone so boleh jerit kat semua orang.

Tapi mak ajar kalu orang kuangajaq ngan kita, kita buat baik ngan dia supaya dia terasa. So I said my thanks, smiled in my teary-eyed glory and blah. Seronok jugak la tengok muka dia yang tetiba rasa tak sedap hati. Hamik ko.

Kalu makcik tu were 50 years younger, sorry laa aku tak tinggal penampar sebijik.

Read the news lately? An MO’s mistake caused the death of a fetus. Tetibe I’m scared shitless to graduate. Damn.

Exams is looming and I’m spazzing.

Shiro-chan dah ada abang, Itsugo (wonder how abang comes after adik. The magic of adoption). Id’s the surrogate mother and she’s doing brilliantly thus far. Nanti-nanti laa post gambaq dua ekoq tuh. And don’t worry, I’m not getting any cats if my life depended on it. I’ll embrace motherhood with the real thing.

Speaking of which, I’ve yet to introduce the latest addition to Hj. Abu Bakar’s household.

Afiq has good taste: Keropi Keropi rules!

Quote of the day: “Tok, boleh tak bagi tau Adam cara-cara nak ambil hati babah supaya dia bagi Adam tengok kartun?” ~ Adam Mickhael, 5 years old.

1) Al-Fatihah for the late NAZA Group Founder, Allahyarham Tan Sri SM Nasimuddin Amin. With his departure the country has lost one of the most prolific Muslim entrepreneurs and a great humanitarian.

2) Burma cyclone, Chile volcano eruption jugak. Hanya mampu iring dengan doa je la…

3) I circled 21st May on my calendar. With Euro Cup coming, time management is an issue: to juggle between books and football. Tensi btol. Waktu nak summer exam laa depa dok buat Championship. Dulu World Cup. Seb baik tak barai third year aku. Ni Euro pulak. Adalah wey.

4) I wonder what goes on in RPK’s head. To be arrested under the Sedition Act, jailed and refused to post bail. I do not know him personally but I doubted he couldn’t afford the requested RM5K. What he is trying to execute is noble, perhaps more or less like a rendition of Gandhi’s era: to undergo starvation as a sign of protest. “Be the change you want to see in the world.” At least, RPK is brave enough to face our miscreant, if not, misunderstood government. Refusing to meet his wife and kids I understand, maybe he’s avoiding any emotional complication. Refusing to post bail, I’m kinda lost to it. Maybe it’s an effort to show his innocence, berani-kerana-benar propaganda but to leave his family high & dry while at it? Not cool.

Tapi ye laa, kalu dia tak buat sapa lagi nak buat? Ko yang dok tuleh/baca ni, sanggup ke buat, labu?

My prayers and best wishes are with him. Hope he’d come out unscathed. (Wishful thinking).

5) Kak Rika has safely delivered a baby boy, minus the 38 weeks of gestation and outrageous moodswing. Here’s the child:

Langsung takde muka si mak.

Quick stats. Name: Toushirou (inspired by Hitsugaya Toushirou of Bleach). Nick: Shiro or Shiro -Chan by aunty Laily. Age: 2 months 1 day.

I named him. I am so proud of myself. I may have never had the chance to name a homo sapien, so to provide a name for a cat pun cukuplah. We were undecided between Dima (short for Dmitri), Aleksei (in honor of Cekgu History of Ukraine Kak Rika yang hensem. Katanya laa.) and Inzaghi (cause time tgh brainstorming tu Shiro-chan dok sepak bola kertas dpn TV yang dok tayang game AC dgn Inter).

So Kak Rika sudah menyahut panggilan. I laughed so hard, short of snorting when she started to baby-talk to the cat. You know, like “Shiro lapar ye sayang? Kesian anak mama ni.” Huahuaaa.

Let’s just hope she won’t start singing lullabys to the poor cat. (She is officially going to stab me with a chopstick).

What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me. ~ The Rainbow Connection, Kermit the Frog.

Remember how I skipped Odessa getaway and decided to spend my weekend at the comfort of Simferopol zipcode? This is how loser-ish it turned out to be like:

1) Thursday, attended Sisterhood Gathering in hostel. Had a swell time hosting the berbalas pantun slot. The crowd laughed and had fun y’all so it was all good. The whole event was entirely relaxing and educating and most probably the only non-loser time I had all weekend.

2) Later, after late lunch (which was scrumptious, eaten in the presence of all my usrah family), I dashed off to Shashi’s to prepare for the 154th potluck we were having in the evening.

3) Due to my prior engagement, the kids let me off the hook from cooking and just asked me to prepare the fruit punch. Bought the mixed fruits, Sprite and Mango juice when Shashi decided to steal my fruits in order to produce a fruit custard. Amoi would be miffed.

4) It turned out Sprite and Mango juice alone managed to do the trick. But the line I said about being let off the hook? Spoken too soon. Shashi yang mengidam, I was the one who had to whip the custard out. Thanksss.

5) Makan besar was a success. Watched lots of goal highlights of the Chelski-Liv game. Came back around 9 after the taxi driver ketuk me out 20grives for a 5min ride, took a late shower and terus terjun ke katil. Books be damned.

6) Friday didn’t fare much better. Kak Rika had already left for Odessa the night before. I woke up to the sunshine on my face (very pleasant. Lamak der hadn’t gotten the chance to wake up after the sun), subsequently putting a lazy grin on it, before I realized, dammit, Suboh! I gave Suboh dinosaur a whole new definition.

7) I spent the whole day youtubing, it’s my latest obsession. Right after watching Obama and Clinton’s Umbrella parody, the net line busted. So I decided to ransack my D disk and look what I found! Ghost. After forever, I was finally giving it a go. Ghost was definitely a whole new genre of cerita melayu. No, I can’t even categorize it as that. A melting pot of actors and scripts, it represents Malaysia as a society well. It was refreshing; famous celebs hoing around, breeding bastard child as they go six feet under, whiskey as the new Sprite, and voyeurism as the new look. Really, why watch Kay Tagal (or whatever latest Filipino soaps the TV3 is currently airing) when you have one spiffy drama back home?

9) 10 eps really ain’t that long. By 9pm I was out of things to do. So I baked. Culinary skills needs sharpening. Too many eggs lying around. The milk is getting rotten. So orange cake for supper and midnight snack.

10) It’s Saturday. Shashi called informing Pugunan’s tarik tali at 10. So, am gonna pick myself off this bed (sumpah langsung tak comfy, with the spring squeaking and poking into my ribs at every turn but I just can’t seem to peel myself off it) and go to earn my much-needed Vit D. Hope today won’t turn out as loser-ish.

Aku baca buku esok-esok je la.

Quick recap:
Chelsea made it to the CL final at last, hence the title. It was drama-packed, keeping me on the edge of my seat for the whole 120 minutes (+/-) of the game. Kak Rika as usual was fast asleep on the couch, so the only way to help express my feelings was my face towel (extremely useful to be hurled at the TV in case of absurd referee’s judgement or twirled in the air in case of goals in Chelsea’s favor). I never knew keeping my voice in could be so painful.

I was torn between my loyalty to my family, who are avid supporters of Livpool, or to follow my instinct and root for Grant’s team. Lalang moments did prevail a few times during the game (like when Torres scored that first goal for Liv), but in the end I knew, the Blues has stolen my heart for good.

For starters, Benitez’s over-the-top remarks regarding Drogba’s ‘diving’ antiques portrays how desperate he was to steal the limelight. I have to agree with Drogba, Benitez used to be pretty classy in my eyes, but now, I’m not so sure. Drogba took it all in good stride, deflecting it with heavy sense of regret for Benitez’s lack of sportsmanship (and also mock-diving in front of Livpool’s stand after that first goal. Haha).

Tak yah citer about the goal. Nak highlights pi tengok TV.
But somebody please elucidate to me why Essien’s goal was counted as offside? Adakah because of the players were blocking Reina? Saya agak blur.

Tapi goal paling lawa goes to Babel, hands down. See, I’m impartial.
Manusia paling rajin mengejar bola: Ballack. Still kalu nak banding ngan Ji-Soong, kalahla kot. Man, that guy was everywhere. I really hope Ferguson put him in the main eleven for final.

On another note, I believe last night’s game was the only football game that ever managed to bring me to tears. Lampard scored the penalty kick (after Hyyupia’s foul), and he immediately broke down and cried after while being comforted by his teammates. After pulling away, he pointed to the stand where his father was, and to the sky, in honor of his late mother.

Itu cerita CL. The latest in UEFA cup news: Bayern Munich, the top team of Bundesliga has just been slammed hard by Zenit St. Petersburg 3 to nothing. I guess pigs do fly after all.

Flamini pulak nak pindah pi AC. Ikot suka hati hang laa.

21st May.
Jangan tetiba KrimElektrik buat lawak apam bagi takde karan sudah.

Another day, another scrap of conversation.

Kak Rika: Next week Labor Day jom pegi Odessa (a port town).
LaiLy: Erm…
Kak Rika: Oh, you dah pegi kan with your classmates.
LaiLy: No, not that. Well, lagi sebulan dah nak exam kan.
Kak Rika: (Insert deer in headlights face here)…
LaiLy: I know, I know. Please, by all means, lempang je I.
Kak Rika: (In a straight face) No, I tak rasa nak lempang. I rasa nak cekau leher you, pastuh dunk dalam toilet bowl.

Zionis tak Zionis hosmet aku nih.

On another note, I live for EPL drama. Every inch of Chelsea and Man U game reeked of Sandiwara Semasa.

1. Vidic’s nosebleed. Poor man, not even a dose of porn and he’s bleeding his nose off. Drogba did knock him good.

2. Passing of Lampard’s mother was acknowledged by the whole team with the black bicep band. Ballack actually pulled off his jersey and paraded a T-shirt with said deceased name after scoring the first goal, resulting in a yellow card.

3. An argument between Drogba and Ballack ensued on who was rightful of the free kick. My bet Drogba was just bitter from being deprived of scoring the first goal.

4. Head pushing took place between Ballack and Ronaldo. All sorts of amusing.

5. Ronaldo kicking off the ball from the middle of the field right to the back of his own goal post. The commentator was astounded. Must be the overwhelming heat getting to him.  

6. Hargreaves getting the ball (no pun intended) aimed at his family jewel. Ouch, that oughta hurt.

7. The highlight of the game was Carrick’s handball, ensuring a penalty kick for Chelsea.

It was such a glorious day. Really, I don’t take joy in other people’s suffering, but it’s about time Man U loses some of its much-inflated ego. (Hides from flying pots and pans).

I was so exhilarated I would have done a cartwheel if I knew how to (moot point, just felt like mentioning).

P/S: Cekgu ENT saya macam muka Petr Cech. Amacam?