Pay your parking even it is ticket-less parking site..Lesson Learned!!

Gosh ..this is so funny and I cant even wait to post something about it. I was being too lazy to write while I actually got so many things to say..but mann..this is so hilarious and urging me to put this post up.

We've been holding our GDO for quite sometimes due to our occupancies. and last two days, we finally got time to hooked up..and we crazilly spending time from mall to mall for so many things that we need to find..actually that was just a reason to just hook up for a whole day long. So we can tell more stories.

Nasi Istimewa Ben's @KLCC

Bijou Cupcakes

We were..eating and drinking like almost everywere...from Ben's KLCC to Dome to One Utama to Jalan Tar to headhunt for fabric *Rizalman's polkodot fabric*..hahaha.

 Well...before we head back, we stopped at Kg Baru Nasi Lemak for our dinner. And there  were 2 parking guys who are so-called assissting us to park our car. Since we can easilly get the parking and we thought, it's not because of who helped us, so we just ignored them. We are ignorance like that..hahaha..(Actually i always pay them no matter where I go..just for a courtesy ..tak kisah seringgit pon..they'll appreciate it)..

and then ..when we were about to go back..we did it again..try to ignore them so that they wont ask us money. But yeah..they didnt..I even heard he said....terrrimmaaa kasiiihhhh..*a very long one*..but then we started to smell something fishy when one of my friend told that she saw tht guy point his finger to our car. We thought he scratched the door or flat out the tyre..we did stopped and check..but..pheewww...nothing happened man.

Then..the next day..guessed what my friend (the car owner) told me...huahuahuahuahuahua.....believes me am so sympathy but this is so funny that tickled me to death..I laughed..and laughed....and laughed..bet she be damn mad at me..guessed what happened..

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She found that word written on her car ..her front bonnet.  Goshhh..we never thought to check the front part. But am glad we didnt coz if we did..we may end up fighting with tht guy. he wrote p*Ki..ok..and she realized it only after she washed her car at carwash centre. Poor my darling friend..bet she's struggling herself on how to hide that filty word (with a permanent marker) heee..better than her first idea of using water colour..hahahahahah.....it's just for a time being..before she can hand off this car for her new one. Nasib ada keta baru..or else..forever la dgn kereta ber P*ki ni..huhuhu...I wonder who will be his next owner..hahahahahaaha...

I told my friend to keep this picture so she got something to tell to her kids soon..whenever they lazy to pay for their parking tickets..dont mess around man..u never know what's coming..hahahahha..I ll super duper xtra careful with parking guy next time..

Sekian my story for now..wassalam..

Grafitter

I have a very cute niece who loves to draw anything that came across her mind in almost everywhere in our house. Even though the wall and wallpaper are washable, but we still dont encourage them to do so. During my time, my father would have fierce fully scolded me everytime he saw any drawing on the wall. You know la..whenever I got scared with ghost or anything, and i wanna make sure the ghost wont come near me especially during night time, I would simply wrote  Alif Lam Lam Ha.. (ALLAH') on the wall besides my bed...hehehe..I also loves to draw..and i remembered I hv this small little elephant..the mother and the kiddies..on the same wall besides my bed. Hence, I got punished by my dad and terribly scolded. But now, when my niece did it, I took revenge on her.. I berlakon la skit. so that she got scared...even though I know it is washable. My dad smiled at me, he knew that I was only acting.. And then, dengan baik hatinya, since my dad loves his granddaughter so much..he washed it for her. I was in about to ask her to washed it..but she went dissappered..bertuah punyer budak..you know where she went and hide??..there....

under the table..she closed her eyes so that she wont see us..such a notty gal..hahaha..She's the lil monster that i love the most!!

''Berat mata memandang...lagi berat bahu yang memikul..''

This is actually not to tell a bad story bout anybody. It's just for us to take it as a lesson. Everybody will surely pass part of their life intricacy. I though that am having a very tough part of my life when my father is now suffering his life of stroke attack. Love my father so much that I cant barely look at him with his current situation right now. I cant believe my eyes tht my father who is the only person who always be there for me regardless of time. I used to call my father every moment whenever am in trouble. I was so hopeless during that time. I relied on him in anything. I remember there was one time when I was driving from melacca back to KL (convoyed with my elder sist), my SLK (Small Little Kancil - name given by my dad of course), my car suddenly broke down near the toll gate where the gear got stuck and I got panicky and not know what to do except for getting the phone in my hand  and straightly called my dad who was actually in Kota Bharu at tht moment.  Crying and screaming while asking for what should I do. I cant think when i got panic like that. I was terribly useless, whenever I cant do well in my study, or i got stuck for not having money or i got mad or frustrated with anybody, i will call my father. My father used to be my brain. He is a very calm man. I was like tht until my father got stroke 3 years ago.  But now..I think may be God wanted to teach me to be independent, that's why he took my father's ability from him. No matter what..my pray will always be with him. I really want to see him get back as how was used to be before.


Ok back to the root, actually, my father's condition is not as bad as other people. Sometimes I got envy with people who have a healthy dad, but i definitely cant compare. God has given me so much in my life. And am thankful for that everything. It was like this, i was in the toilet, when I suddenly smell something ''not so good''  from the other side of the toilet room . I come to think to myself, why is it her period smell like that? When I got out, and I met her, as if she knew what's in my mind. She told me, tht she cant pray for like almost a year. Because her period keep on pouring out. And she even showed me tht she went for alternatives medication where the bomoh will have to beat her with some kind of tongkat called NONA, to get rid of the ''unwanted'' creature inside her body. MasyaAllah, when i saw the marked on her backed, to be specific, the butt, i was almost crying. It is so terrible and I dont know how she can stand the pain. She told me that she cant, but want it or not, she ought to. From, there, i started to realize that, there are many people who are a lot more less fortunate than me. Therefore, I'm so thankful with what god has given me so far. And I wished that, that lady will heal in time soon. Kesian to her small kids and husband.