oh iya. taun dulu, ada lagu raya.  but taun ni belum naik lagi.  nak kena cari tempat parking lagu.  entah ingat entah kan tidak cemana gayanya nak taruk lagu.  bukannya celik it bebenor.  rabun banyak.

tunggu le ye cik ena

it's been a funny year.  i've said how we've been unlucky so far.  with all the accidents, operation, mugging etc., it's turning to be a dreadful year for us the AtanmayAs.  but last nite.  last nite, was a night to remember. for all the right reasons.

old bonds were repaired.  severed ties were reunited.  tonnes of catching up. it was as if we never parted.  a friendship renewed.  brotherhood reforged.  friends reunited.

god bless all of those who sat together till the wee hours of this morning, setting differences aside, admitting mistakes and forgiving all.  hopefully, the past is forgotten.  and we can just laugh at it.  for all the stupidity of all parties.  for the keras hati dan keegoan.

lost time.  tetap lost.
tak kan jumpa semula, tak bertemu kembali.
yang utama. dua tahun tahun tak berjumpa, bagai tak terasa.
bila kembali bersemuka dan mesra
macam semalam last tersua

live long and prosper. my trekkie brother

'brother to brother.. yours in life and death....'

now now... does this mean that from June till now, life has been good.  that i've been blessed with a quiet uneventful life (no complaints = no rants)?

HELL NO!!

some part's been hell.  some sweet.  but it's been a tuff year for the AtanmayAs.  2007.. well.. actually the year of the Pig, is not a good year for the AtanmayAs.  started with multiple injuries in Dubai, then the operation on my beloved, the mugging i had to endure, the trip to Malaysia and got involved in an accident (!), then Maya lost her teeth...

can't wait for this year to be over.

taun depan.. taun apa ya?

ngantuk... feels like i've just woken upfrom a hibernating slumber.  foul tasting mouth. stiff joints and other parts of body (tee hee hee).  it's onely 8 hours.  but that surely is an extra. a lot more than the usual 6.

bloody body.  cant make up its mind.  i feel sleepy at noght after a long days work.  and if sleep a lot, i'll feel horrible in the morning.  if i sleep less, i'll feel good in the mornong.  but i'll get really sleepy in the afternoon.  so... what the fook do u need?  6, 7, 8 hours?   decide and i'll give u.   dont just give stiff signals in the morning.  and having me secodn guess what u need.  tell me.  or at least.  be consistent.  so i wont misjudge ur needs and i can get a good nights rest.  for pete's sake, it's for you own bloody good too.

fuck

almost the same in the office as well.  some idiota got illusions of grandeur. ang jsut like Mohd Nazrey Abdullah, when he holds the whistle, he cant stop blowing can he?  friday was very testing.  ok, i made a mistake, or something can be improved, by all means tell me.  i'm not so fucking stuck up to think i'm perfect. far from it.  if u think things are better done one way or another, please, let me know.  but please, spare me your comments.  stop saying i didnt do things cos 'i couldn't be bothered'.  quit calling me names, and putting labels on me.  i did the job.  i considered the evidence.  i evaluated the circumstance.  and i made a frigging call.  i made a call.  if i was not right.  correct me.  not call me names. 

it's one of the things i really hate.  dan dengan sinisnya, melemparkan senyuman yang penuh makna.  penuh terisi dengan dengki dan kepuasan sanubari. u know the smile.  the smile that says i know better than u.  that says u are a fucking idiot and dont fucking belong here.  the smile that was intended to show that i know why u doi this, and i'm using all the energy i can muster to put up with you and your nonsense.

fuck it.  not even worth my energy this morning.  fancy starting a sunday mornign with a rant about some species.  they should be classified, rounded up, and tagged.  so we can see them coming a mile away.

any way, how was your week?

it's offcial. i'm already thirty.  30 tahun bertapak di bumi allah ini.  menjadi anak, pelajar, suami dan terkini, ayah kepada anak tersayang.  kitaran hari  membawa kepada minggu dan langsung tahun, menambahkan usia.  soalnya, usia tanpa kedewasaan, menjadi u-sia2.  pun begitu, jangan pula ingin tua sebelum waktunya tiba, kan?

was an excellent birthday.  here's a short account of it....

with what's been happening at home, with the missus incapacitated (sort of - due to her one handedness) and the mood at home is not as happy-happy-joy-joy [ye laa.. kalau bini sakit takkan nak bersorak2 lak...] i wasn't really in the mood of celebrating my birthday.  yes, it's a mile stone. 30.three zero.   but it's a turn for me.  no longer am i twenty something.  kepala angka 3. dah masuk tahap berumur dah.  and approaching the day, i kinda was a little bit depressed with being old.  kinda like joey [" why god? why?].  the missus has been asking what i wanted to do for my birthday dinner. and i was so undecided, that it was only on the night of the firday the 2nd that i said to her '.. maybe a low key dinner at fridays, with some close friends'  and she got to calling some people the next day, and dinner was planned.

saturday was a good day for us.  weather bright.  shop and eat out.  oh, it was also the day i found my presents.  wrapped of course [sayang, next time nak sorok, not on the cupboard above my head ok *muahs*] oopss.. sorry, that was the night before.  so due to this, we were so excited bout the pressies and we opened it at 11 o'clock.  sebab leelwan dah ngantuk sangat and i wanted her to be there.  excellent pressies.  thanks sayang, and leelwan for the gifts.  i'm sure i'll enjoy them to the max. ehehehe

so sunday morn was my birthday.  and when everyone's awake, dressed in my starfleet uniform courtesy of leelwan [and mummy too],  cake cutting and well wishes from frineds and family from accross the world started to come in.  i admit, i'm no longer depressed at the time.  but a little sad as marisa's still in pain, and we can't really enjoy the day to the fullest.  marisa told me we have an appointment wiht azman at 4.00 in holiday villa.  so the morning, we had yee sang [found some at kam tong the night before], and that's our finale for the new years celebrations [yes, our household celebrate all festivities.  good spirits enoyed with all].  so after yee sang, and the getting ready to see azman, we made our way to bayswater.  we we're kinda late, but luck was on our side.  was green all the way. and in less tahn 25 minutes, the journey form elephant and castle {walworth actually] to bayswater was completed.  now i don't like to be late for meetings.  andwe're on 4 minutes late.  so i grabbed leelwan, as i'm the only one fit enough to carry her nowadays [bless her mum].. and started sort of half run to the hotel.  usop was there to meet us,  as he was expected to see azman as well.  and i we were ushered downstairs to the hall, as azman was meeting jeffry and talking about some sort of mercy business.  i thought, we'd just get in, grab the stuff and were off.  mind you, there was another meeting schedule at 5, to see alia, we share the same birthdate, and for 7.30, the makna2 at fridays. 

was semi jogging, with baby in hand, down the stairs.  the room doors were shut.  as usual, i thought.  and a lady standing there like a guard.  she mumbled something to usop which i couldnt hear, and marisa sort of pushed/edged me into the room.

opened the door, and the sight froze me.

cake in front of me, lots. LOTS of people around.

three little words came to mind [people later said that i said it out loud, and some people did hear] "WHAT THE FUCK!!"

SURPRISE!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU......

i'll let the missus tell the rest of the story here.

but what i want to say is, THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOO MUCH TO ALL OF YOU.  The organisers, biebie, usop, preetie and apek. you guys were great actors, and good liars too [scary!!].  To all the guests that came.  i thank you from the bottom of my heart.  it was good, really good, superb that you guys could make it to celebrate the historic day with me.

I LOVE YOU ALL

and the day ended a high after all...

how many times have you heard that screamed out before?  how many times, even, that you actually thought of sceaming that to your respective other?

i know, i know. it's kinda dramatic.  and we tend to hear this at the closing stages of a very big row.  but its not the big rows i want to talk about.  it's the little little things that can be seen as taking things for granted.

i was on the bus this morning, and my own reflection caught my attention.  that's one fat sonavabitch staring outta the window.   yep.  that's me.  scruffy hairdo.  unshaven.  shoes unpolished.  and a belly like a drunkard (mind you, i'm not one ok).  i started to thinking how i looked like a few years back.  lets say ten.  then was before i met my beloved.  and was actively searching.  playing the field.  testing the market.  menjala as my beloved would say. eheheheh.  i was slimmer.  that's for sure.  it started while in boarding school.  i was slim enough to be classified not fat.   not even chubby.  maybe it was the food then.  and in college, i carried on that way.  was constantly aroung the 60kg mark.  not ideal weight.  but not over either.

was still around that size when i was in my first year.  and well into my second year too if i remember it correctly.  and early in my second year, i found my one.  my beloved.  and she started feeding me.  i mean feeding good food.  but that's quite besides the point i think.  or is it?

i started to gain weight.  is it because of the food?  is it because i'm no longer needed to be skinny as i've found someone?(sounds shallow i now, but lets just say so for the sake of arguement ya)  or could it be both?

in a way i think i let go a  bit after having found my true love.  i must say i still look dishy, mind you, the good looks wont go away, but mainly in the weight department, i could have paid more attention.  maybe a little bit more exercise.  a little less fatty food and more fruits and veg.  fact of the matter is, i'm now tipping the scale at almost 12 stones, and i'm doing anything about it.

have i taken things for granted?  or is just that i am enjoying family life so much and the good food the missus prepares for me, that the belly is a show of prosperity?

in any case, how many of you married couples out there still stick to the same exercise regime, or food intake since before matrimony?  anyone not gained weight?

nb:  ayah used to say, orang dah kawin montel dia lain