I’m grinning like a lucky buffoon right now, so I might as well break the news.

I’ll be marrying him in two months! Oh man, aren’t you guys excited or not?

I’m currently designing the wedding invitation cards and he kindly allowed me to use Ninja Turtles as the design! Oh sweetie!

I’ll be sending out the cards within a few days. Make sure you have a valid email or home address, and I’ll send it over. But if you didn’t find it on your doorstep, bear in mind you were not invited.

Jesting only.

I love testing human reactions, they can be pretty amusing at times.

Back to business.

Dad bought me a Santa Barbara Polo and Racquet Club sling bag, an impressive one which is quite cool. That was a couple of weeks ago.

We got a discount for it but dad still paid a hefty amount. I was happy, yeah, but quite annoyed with me since I over-budgeted him.

And tomorrow mom’s gonna fly to KL, and she has been experimenting with my bag for the first time. She was too elated and seeing her face, I immediately said, "You can use it anytime you want. Just let me take the thrash out of it first."

That was a couple of hours ago. Just now she was slinging that bag happily on her shoulder, showing it off to dad. Dad commented she was a beau.

So mom and I made a splendid deal. I gave her the possession of the SBP&RC bag, and she’d take me shopping for a new sling bag this Sunday.

Specifically, a Camel sling bag I fell in love with right after I bought the SBP&RC bag.

Actually, the Camel was more expensive than the SBP&RC, but hey, she suggested it!

Two new branded bags in a month? I hit the jackpot! Good days to you guys!

Mak Lang is pounding chillies in the kitchen.

Atiqah is dutifully searching hadiths online.

Hakim is laughing.

Mr. Telly is glaring Playhouse Disney.

Mak Lang is scooping the chillies into the pot.

Atiqah is ruffling her hair in frustration.

Hakim is repeating after Pocoyo, "Who are you?" and "Pocoyo play!"

Hakim is screaming for fun.

Mak Lang is washing the vegetables.

Atiqah is going through the Quran.

Hakim is throwing his bottle to the ground.

Pocoyo is waving good bye. Hakim is, too.

Mak Lang called out, "Hakim, mandi!"

Atiqah is getting up to make Hakim’s fresh batch of Pediasure.

Hakim is shrilly repeating after Mickey, "Mouseketool!"

Mickey is looking for his bike.

Mak Lang is receiving no answer for her request.

Atiqah is telling Hakim off for yelling too loud.

Hakim continued yelling, "Tu dekat belakang!"

Mickey is cycling his bike down the road, warning Chip and Dale off the road.

Mak Lang is sitting down.

Atiqah has a pain in her stomach.

Hakim is yelling, "Tu! Bawah! Eee! Hahaha!"

Mickey is asking, "Do you see Minnie and Daisy?"

"Tu! Tu!" Hakim is pointing towards the telly.

Mak Lang is saying, "Hakim, jom lah mandi."

Atiqah is typing her reply of hadith translation.

Hakim is jumping off the couch, landing on Mak Lang’s back.

Mickey is saying, "Everyone say, Oh Toodles!"

"Oh Toodles!" Everyone except Mak Lang and Atiqah chipped.

Mak Lang is grumbling.

Atiqah is smirking.

Hakim is ordering Mickey, "Angkat kaki dia, pastu jatuh!"

Mickey caught Daisy. "Dapat!"

Mak Lang is walking back towards the kitchen.

Atiqah is asking for the remote control from Hakim.

Hakim is ignoring Atiqah. "Yes! Dapat! Haha! Dia punya! Eh mana belon dia?"

Mickey and friends are dancing.

Hakim put down the control and dance and sing along.

Atiqah is singing along while taking the control away.

Hakim is oblivious.

"Dia kata ‘hancur’ la!" Hakim is reprimanding Atiqah.

"Mickey nyanyi ‘hot dog’ la."

"Hot dog tu makanan Hakim!"

"Ye?"

"Angah nampak conterol tak?" Hakim is prancing up and down for his remote control.

"Tak."

Hakim is getting frustrated. "Mana conterol! Mana conterol!"

Telly is glaring Tiny Planet. Hakim is singing. "Bing and Bong!~"

The control remains under the table.

The court case heard by magistrate Nur Farahim Che Ismail has been a blast, and I sincerely thank her for her cooperation and the fun and exciting experience I had gained by being the counsel for the defendant. Thanks for not dismissing me out of your court and overruling several significant objections I had made.

By the way, Your Honour, that jubah of yours is quite cute.

Thanks to Muhd Fayyadh Muhd Azmi for being a helpful and awesome teammate and I wish you the best in your law career, just in case the plane you flew suffered any damages. Thank you.

Thanks to Munirah Kholid and Nur Izzati Mohd for being excellent opponents and the cool disagreement we had. The talking I had made took a serious toll on my throat and I am assure you guys suffered the same sore throat as I am. Thank you.

Thank you to Ahmad Syafiq Shahrin and his ‘mummy’ Tuan Farihan Tuan Hassan for being cooperative during the whole interrogatory phase. We will not have won the case if the clients had not been cooperative as they did, giving us ideas and lashing out appropriate answers during the cross-examinations.

To Ahmad Syafiq, I thank you in advance in your willing to treat me with all the food I had dutifully mentioned in my last testimonial to you.

To Nur Diyana Hanim Idris, Noor Farhana Zakaria, Nadirah Che Adnan and Fatimatul Zahraq, I thank you for being a considerate and fair jury in your final verdict. I wish you guys a blessed future ahead and I know that only Allah can repay your kindness. Thank you.

To Inspector Tuan Ashraf Tuan Yusuf, thank you for your deliberate and detailed reports you had made. I can’t describe how helpful those reports had been in our case progression and I also thank you for your truthful and straightforward answers during the examination. I wish you success in your future career. Thank you, sir.

To Fateen Nordin [the tudung is a beau, I mean it!], ‘Datin’ Razan Hayati Zulkeflee and her bling-blings and fancy clothes and playful antics, Nur Nadia Yusuf, Faizah Md Nawi, Muhaqquis Ismail [Hey, you should treat the whole class to Mamak Spicy, you know. Working there and all. :D] and Ainul Widad, a sincere thank you for all.

A special thanks to Muhd Ma’wa, the CNN reporter, for his willingness to treat me to endless supply of air asam jawa, among others. Make a great report on me, will ya? I need endless good publicity, haha.

I don’t think I’ve missed anyone’s name. Oh! My bad! Thank you Dr. Wan for laughingly supporting my ideas during the examination, and of course, by electing me as the defendant’s attorney in the first place. The class was fun and I know all had learned something valuable during it.

Now excuse me, I’ve to catch up with my sleep.

When I was a kid, I once send an email to my favourite band Nsync. You know, the popular American boy band consisted of Justin Timberlake and J.C. Chasez and three others?

I read that J.C. will be reading the emails and since he was my favourite, I could still remember the joy of carefully writing that email; wary of any grammatical error.

Alas, they never reply that email. I was never the one to wait, so after a few days of sending that email, I stopped thinking of it and get on with my life.

Come to think of it, a few days wouldn’t be sufficient for them to read all thousands of emails they receive everyday, let alone reply to them.

But then, I was just a kid.

When I was a bit more matured, I think it was months ago, I wrote an email to Yayasan UEM College to inquire on any scholarship they had to offer.

Though I was still the no-to-waiting person, I was matured and patient enough to wait for the reply for a couple of days longer than before.

Alas, as I sat before the laptop staring at my inbox, no reply from Yayasan UEM College could be seen.

Perhaps I should act my age and drop by the college instead.

A few weeks after the fruitless attempt, I send an email to Khazanah Nasional inquiring about the scholarship they will be giving out.

Khazanah is a very successful national company with investments outside the border, so my bet was that the email will take longer to be replied. The efficient workers will have a hard time between replying insignificant emails and catching up with the company accounts, right?

So I was never to be taken by surprised that after 18 days of waiting, no reply was to be seen.

Will I stop asking? Well, sure I won’t. Questioning is the simplest way to earn new knowledge and I’m not that sissy to have my spirit broken after three fruitless attempt to gaining answers from respected big shots.

Besides, I adore asking. As long as I ask no stupid questions, I’m happy with my nature.

Have a happy day to all kids out there!

Dearest Atiqah,

How are you doing? I am doing just excellent as always, and I do hope you are having the time of your life today.

It has come to my knowledge that you had a rather huge argument today. Two against one. And I should never have doubted you would have won that argument, regardless of how many opponents you have. A congratulation is in order.

So you won the argument and got what you want. And you had managed to condemn one opponent and made the other one in tears. Your partner and the other three spectators were grinning rather goofily. You noticed? I do.

Have you considered this when you got all heated up? Because I am sure that I will not show up unless you are in an intense emotion. In this case, the feeling of kicking a puppy. A cute adorable puppy with cancer and five months to live.

What was it called? Ah, yes. Guilt.

I know you had a strong point in arguing and I am sure you were right. Maybe they, too, had their points? Perhaps not as strong as yours, but their points should have been considered, instead of jumping on their throats. What do you think?

We read Dale Carnegie, and I recalled him saying if you argue for your point and win, you will still be losing as you didn’t manage to change the others’ point of view. You just manage to make them sick and concur with you out of frustration.

Consider how our beloved Prophet Muhammad s.a.w interacted with others. And how about Benjamin Franklin? Theo Roosevelt?

You enjoy reading; even the crappiest crap so long as they were well-written. Look them up and read about them.

And remember that Personality Plus book? What that lady Florence Littauer said about Cholerics? "They [Cholerics] are natural great leader and are always right, but only when they improve their weaknesses they will become the great leader that they are."

Be diplomatic. Then you will be happily right and others won’t feel that frustrated with your stubborn head.

You’ve made a mistake, but it’s okay if you learn from it and avoid it in the future. Don’t worry too much

Oh, look at the time! I have to bid thee adieu, and until our path crosses again, have a pleasant day running the house with a tolerable Fist of Tabigong. Here’s a bear hug from a distance away, as I am,

Yours lovingly,

Your sensible self.

p/s: No matter how guilty you are and the numerous time the thought of apologizing occur to you, you just wouldn’t do it. I know. Save the egoistic characteristic for a later fight between us, okay?

I’m in the middle of some tiresome projects right now, so I hardly had time to write any crap in here. So I’ll make this quick.

I owe Fatimah a blog post on our last week Operation Sharlinie and I’m sorry to say I still couldn’t put my best into it. I’ve made like, two drafts on it but I’m still not satisfied.

And I’ve done four drafts on the fiction I owed Kak A’isyah and I still hadn’t completed it yet!

I hate this perfectionist side of me when it comes out at such ungodly hour.

I have a court case next week and we still haven’t interrogate the witnesses yet. My god, hectic life it is. Luckily I’m teamed up with McL [If you're reading this, Munirah named you. Be diplomatic, McL.].

I’m currently into the family blog and it’s quite tiresome since I’m not really used to WordPress. Any family members [siblings, cousins, uncles, aunties, grandpas, etc] interested in being the editors or contributors, please let me know.

Oh, and I’m the admin. No arguing.

I feel like Stitch right now, running around the country on the look out for my cousins. We’re not that close, unfortunately.

But since the creation of Internet, tracking someone down is not a big problem. *winks*

My driving lessons is on halt now, since I’ve only got to sit for the darn JPJ test. If I’m diligent enough, I might drop down to Yakin Pandu this Friday. Man, where’s a PA when I need one?

And I still need to fill up my UPU form. I’m only halfway done since I still couldn’t make up my mind on the courses I am to apply.

Ceh. I need to admit I’m lazy. Take a deep breath, Atiqah.

Till then, minna-san! Have a great day!

p/s: I’m getting married in a week, folks! Man, I can hardly wait! You weren’t expecting that, were you? Haha, gotcha.