Last one from Plymouth.

12 hours and counting. Soon, our stay in Plymouth will come to an end. And this shall be my last entry from House 20, Student Village, University College Plymouth St Mark and St John, Plymouth.

Will be missing this place. Will definitely be missing the people I have been working with. May we see each other again and may I have the opportunity to see this place again. Amin.

Goodbye Marjon. Goodbye Plymouth.

Baby stuff.

Kak Mia (Uncle Tamjis's and Aunty Kiah's daughter in law) has just given birth to a pair of female twin last Monday. Congratulations to both Kak Mia and Abg Azrie for having new members in the family.

Presents for the four siblings: a striped shirt from Mothercare for Haziq , a dress from Next for Alya (I have blogged about this dress) and a 50% Daddy 50% Mummy long sleeved t-shirt and a cow baby bip, all from Mothercare, for each of the twins.

I have asked Azhar, their Pak Su, for the twins's name yesterday and he said that Abg Azrie have not given them any name yet. So, Abg Azrie and Kak Mia, apa kata letak Fazlin JR and Farieza JR? Besar mesti comel macam Aunty Alin. Hee hee. :D

A beautiful love song.

Shayne Ward's Breathless

If our love was a fairy tale
I would charge in and rescue you
On a yacht baby we would sail
To an island where we’d say I do

And if we had babies they would look like you
It’d be so beautiful if that came true
You don’t even know how very special you are

You leave me breathless
You’re everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can’t believe that you’re mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful you’re leaving me
Breathless

And if our love was a story book
We would meet on the very first page
The last chapter would be about
How I’m thankful for the life we’ve made

And if we had babies they would have your eyes
I would fall deeper watching you give life
You don’t even know how very special you are

You leave me breathless
You’re everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can’t believe that you’re mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful you’re leaving me

You must have been sent from heaven to earth to change me
You’re like an angel
The thing that I feel is stronger than love believe me
You’re something special
I only hope that I’ll one day deserve what you’ve given me
But all I can do is try
Every day of my life

You leave me breathless
You’re everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can’t believe that you’re mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful you’re leaving me
Breathless

You leave me breathless
You’re everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can’t believe that you’re mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful you’re leaving me
Breathless
Breathless

Stronger everyday.

I was tidying up the notice board in my room, when I found this, drowned by other stuff. I think I copied this from someone's Friendster, a long time ago.

Allah knows what is best for me,
So why should I complain.
I always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain.
I always want the laughter,
But my heart will lose its tenderness,
If I never shed a tear.

Allah tests me often,
With suffering and sorrow.
He tests me not to push myself,
But to help me with a better tomorrow.
For growing tree is strengthened,
If I withstand the storm.
And the sharp cut of chisel,
Gave the marble grace and form.

Allah tests me often,
And for every pain He gives to me,
Provided me with patience,
Is followed by rich gain.
So whenever I am down,
And whenever I feel that everything is going wrong,
It is just Allah's way,
To make my spirit strong.

Thank you Allah.

Us in 1989

Of INTED and Plymouth

I've been wanting to blog about this for days, but I didn't have the time to do so. I was busy working to the extent of becoming fed up with doing over time. I need a life, or shall I say, I have a life. :P

My stay in Plymouth is coming to an end. I've started packing, deciding on which shall I put in the luggage, which shall I box and have them shipped, which shall be given to the juniors, or which shall be left all alone in the cold weather. Haha. It's hard. It's really hard to decide.

I have a mixed feeling about leaving Plymouth. I really wanted to be home, but at the same time, I don't want to leave this place. It's been my home for the past two years. Where ever I went, for a short getaway or a trip to ASDA or the city centre, I always find it exciting to be back in House 20, to be under the duvet, to be in the cosiness of my own room. I guess I will definitely be missing this place as soon as I step on to the plane, or the coach. Will I ever get to see Plymouth again, or UK maybe? I hope so. InsyaAllah. God's willing.

I have learned a lot during this duration through mistakes and experiences. The thing I have learned are priceless. They taught me to be matured in my own way. They are definitely a treasure. A treasure which I'm sure will be well kept by all of us. I really wanted to write the things I've learned, but there are too many. I don't know where to start, how to start, and I'm sure the list will never end. I guess it's better left unsaid then. Hehe.

INTED has organised a farewell dinner for us on Monday. It was a lovely evening. I have enjoyed it very much, as well as my guest, Kak Nora. It's really a shame that we need to part, for INTED have done so much for us. The speech by Katy created lumps in my throat, I laughed my heart out when Steve gave his speech (who doesn't, anyway, even though you are at the verge of crying) and Sarah's speech brought me to tears. It seems just like yesterday that Sarah and Michelle picked us up from the airport. And in two weeks time, they will send us off to the airport. Time really flies, and it flies fast.

Thank you to Katy Salisbury, Steve Ansell, Lesley Woodhead, Tracy Gilpin, Michael Hall, Liz Robbins, Mike Boston, Sarah Fuqua, Michelle Charlick, Dania Moussalli, Tony Wright, Paul Gentle, and Bernice. Thank you for everything. You are our family for the past two years. You will definitely be missed. :)

Ayam

alinyussuff: mintak tolong boleh?
Azwan: boleh
alinyussuff: gambar ini pixel nya besar
alinyussuff: susah nak crop guna paint
alinyussuff: takda software lain
alinyussuff: so tolong crop gambar ayam itu
Azwan: bwak bwak bwak bwak
alinyussuff: amboi gelak











alinyussuff: yay ayam dah siap
alinyussuff: mekaseh abang azwan
Azwan: sama sama dik alin.
Azwan: bwak bwak.
alinyussuff: udah udah la tu gelak kat ayam tuh
Azwan: hahahaha.

Menu makan malam untuk hari: Ayam Panggang bersama kentang, lobak merah dan kaNcang buncis. Dimakan dengan kuah gravy. Mendapat inspirasi dari buku Jamie @ Home.

Ainee kata, 'Shedapppp, macam kat Kenny Rogers.'


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Daddy cool.

I think I miss my daddy la. Right now, things are very much clustered in my mind. The job I'm currently doing, the exam next week, the trip to London over the weekend, the dinner to attend next week, the final academic week, the final assignment and the flight ticket that I've received this morning. These are the things which I will usually talk to him about. These are the things that make our conversations last hours on the phone. And I miss talking to him.

Whatever happened around me seems to make me think about him even more. When friends ask, would I like to take a ride on London Eye, I said, no, I've been on it with my parents. When I went to Harrods, I remembered the time he dropped the lit to a teapot, broke it and didn't even have to pay for it. Whenever I bought a handbag, no matter how beautiful it is, my favourite would be the one he bought me for my 21st birthday. Whenever friends asked how do I survive with the allowance, I told them may parents taught me to use whatever I have and not to ask for more. And then I remember the fact that he told Mama I was the most independent of all because I would never ask for more money and just use whatever I have or what they have given me. Then there are times when I still buy six mugs and six glasses, each and every time, the fact hit me, there's only five of us now. Not six. Not anymore. When I was home during the summer, I still think that he has gone for a meeting in KL and will return in the evening. When I continue sleeping after Subuh prayers on the couch in the living room, I could smell him, his presence. When I listen to songs, songs about fathers, it hit me that I don't have a father anymore. When I buy things for Mama, my sisters and my brother, or when friends are looking for things to buy for their fathers, I realised that I don't have to buy anything for him. Because he's gone.

My sister and I are always making jokes that he's not around and it will always be funny only to both of us. Like this one.

alinyussuff : ok le
alinyussuff : kamu ngan makcik tu dpt la senza
alinyussuff : mama got handbag
alinyussuff : baby bro cari tshirt hard rock london la
alinyussuff : daddy?
alinyussuff : uh uh
alinyussuff : oh oh
alinyussuff : sob sob srroott
alinyussuff : T_T
alizazy : daddy dpt al-fatihah la
alizazy : ape lagi
alinyussuff : alhamdulillah
alinyussuff : kami suke jawapan tuh
alizazy : hikhikhik

And there are other jokes which I don't think are appropriate to be shared. It would be better to keep it to ourselves.

It has been more than six months now and I still refuse to refer him as Arwah. I deny myself from using that term. I don't want to. Because I still feel his presence around me.

Gosh, I miss him so much that writing this creates lumps in my throat.

I miss you, Ayah. Will you please come into my dreams?

break

Off to London.


Lalalalalalalala~~