i miss blogging. more than i miss you. but work at this new place is overwhelming. things that have to done and have to done like right now. can't steal time in between to blog. plus the open concept and all. why everyone want to be like DiGi lah?
happy ramadhan kareem to all. and like the say on flyfm, dont cheat.
mummy has been reminding me to buy fabrics to send the tailor. send. send. send. and like the degil child that i am, i procrastinate, procrastinate, procrastinate. so finally, last Saturday me and sister02 went hunting around KL and the likes for fabrics. so much fun, so little time. so much to buy, so little money. first to midvalley for laura mercier, then to explore what exactly is the fuss about jalan kenanga all about. best la. feels like you step into mangga dua or bangkok. or something. except 90% of the shops were closed. hmph.
then we went to jalan tar/masjid india and all the jalan-jalan wajib for beraya. first time okay without the mummy. manage to get the whole theme color and felt very happy indeed. it was time to send. i already told my tailor to reserve 5 spots for us. that i would be bringing the kain soon.
so sunday afternoon we went to her house. it was raining. she answered the door and called out to us.
"baju laya talak amik lagi wo!"
excuse me, but we're standing in the rain here. could you like let us in and allow us to negotiate further inside? i mean, its easier to go down on your knees inside a house. she let us in.
i thought i told you to reserve space for my clothes? tapi sulak lambat woo! tapi haritu kan dah cakap suruh tunggu. you manyak lambat la!! repeat for about half an hour, same script, same cast.
she took one 1/5. so only 1/5 je la yang ade baju raya ni? fine. this is bad. i'm pushing the panic button. apparently a baju melayu is tedious and much harder to sew than the baju kurung. crap la.
time for plan b.
sister02 says we should go to pkns and just ask. no point in the delay. i mean this being the first day of puasa and all, probably still early to some people. and then look for areas nearby pkns.
fine.
am feeling so blank at the moment, any suggestion is better than none. so we go. near PKNS is the pasar ramadhan. its crowded. people are fighting for parking space. swearing is so me. we manage to fight the pasar ramadhan crowd and make our way asking shop after shop. we seriously look pathethic lugging the gulati's carrier bag in and out of shops. nobody thinks this is still early. one idiot even had the nerve to laugh and say "mane ade tempat yang ambik lagi dah kak!". You are so not helping tau. Those demoralizing words make me feel hopeless than I already am.
sister02 laughs and says 'ala...takpelah..nanti awak carila mane2..takpun suruh die pakai baju tahun lepas. saya tengok takde pun org lelaki tukar baju melayu tiap2 tahun. over la diorang ni. dah la sampin pun nak baru tiap2 tahun'. hmm.true. gi semayang jumaat pun jarang2. but easy for her to say la. baju dia dah settle. benci tau.
thing is with my brothers, they need a new pair every year. and they want it to be omar ali. which reminds me, yesterday my brother told me that his friend's mom owns the omar ali in alamanda. i called my brother,
"ey, kawan awk cakap yang boleh hantar kat omar ali tu bile?"
"smlm tghari saya chat ngan die"
"die cakap boleh ke? confirm?"
"ye la. die cakap hantar cepat sikit"
"bak sini nombor kawan awk tu"
"mane ade nombor. chat la"
"name kawan awak tu sape?"
pause.
"cepatla. sape name die"
"nina"
patutla diam. pompuan rupenya.
then we went to jalan tar/masjid india and all the jalan-jalan wajib for beraya. first time okay without the mummy. manage to get the whole theme color and felt very happy indeed. it was time to send. i already told my tailor to reserve 5 spots for us. that i would be bringing the kain soon.
so sunday afternoon we went to her house. it was raining. she answered the door and called out to us.
"baju laya talak amik lagi wo!"
excuse me, but we're standing in the rain here. could you like let us in and allow us to negotiate further inside? i mean, its easier to go down on your knees inside a house. she let us in.
i thought i told you to reserve space for my clothes? tapi sulak lambat woo! tapi haritu kan dah cakap suruh tunggu. you manyak lambat la!! repeat for about half an hour, same script, same cast.
she took one 1/5. so only 1/5 je la yang ade baju raya ni? fine. this is bad. i'm pushing the panic button. apparently a baju melayu is tedious and much harder to sew than the baju kurung. crap la.
time for plan b.
sister02 says we should go to pkns and just ask. no point in the delay. i mean this being the first day of puasa and all, probably still early to some people. and then look for areas nearby pkns.
fine.
am feeling so blank at the moment, any suggestion is better than none. so we go. near PKNS is the pasar ramadhan. its crowded. people are fighting for parking space. swearing is so me. we manage to fight the pasar ramadhan crowd and make our way asking shop after shop. we seriously look pathethic lugging the gulati's carrier bag in and out of shops. nobody thinks this is still early. one idiot even had the nerve to laugh and say "mane ade tempat yang ambik lagi dah kak!". You are so not helping tau. Those demoralizing words make me feel hopeless than I already am.
sister02 laughs and says 'ala...takpelah..nanti awak carila mane2..takpun suruh die pakai baju tahun lepas. saya tengok takde pun org lelaki tukar baju melayu tiap2 tahun. over la diorang ni. dah la sampin pun nak baru tiap2 tahun'. hmm.true. gi semayang jumaat pun jarang2. but easy for her to say la. baju dia dah settle. benci tau.
thing is with my brothers, they need a new pair every year. and they want it to be omar ali. which reminds me, yesterday my brother told me that his friend's mom owns the omar ali in alamanda. i called my brother,
"ey, kawan awk cakap yang boleh hantar kat omar ali tu bile?"
"smlm tghari saya chat ngan die"
"die cakap boleh ke? confirm?"
"ye la. die cakap hantar cepat sikit"
"bak sini nombor kawan awk tu"
"mane ade nombor. chat la"
"name kawan awak tu sape?"
pause.
"cepatla. sape name die"
"nina"
patutla diam. pompuan rupenya.
i google omar ali putrajaya and call. its the fax. which always happens when i make phone calls. how typical. i call the wisma yakin branch.
"kak, nak tempah baju melayu boleh tak?"
"dah tutup la dik"
damn.
"erm, kalau kat alamanda?"
"alamanda dah lama dah tutup"
shoot. the wall is closing in. im suffocating. this is bad.
worst case scenario
1. the boys (D, brothers and Papa) don't get a baju raya. kain raya yes, baju, no.
2. mummy is so gonna go " I TOLD YOU SO!!!"
3. the family photo is out. macam2 colour jadi nya.
4. sister02 is gonna go mad. she is wearing a color she's not a fan of just so it's part of the theme.
5. can't think of anything worse.
i look at sister02. i think i look pretty panicked.
g:saya rase kan we should go to MPH and buy 'MENJAHIT BAJU MELAYU FOR DUMMIES'.
s:hahahahha.
g:ye la. boleh la saya ingat. saya potong2 pola pastu awk jahit. kite belila mesin jahit singer yang murah2 tu. nanti tiap2 malam lepas balik kerja awak jahit. lepas buka puasa nanti sambung balik.
s: gile la ko ni. nanti pakai2 pagi raya senget sane sini. tgok2 baju short sleeve la hape semua.
g: saya ingat nak buat utk brother03 baju melayu sleeveless (they are forever fighting)
s: hah? sleeveless?
g: aah. biar cam pendekar sikit. pastu saya bagi die keris. then pakai la vest. huiyoo.
we go home. its an hour to break fast time.
i go home and tell D of my predicament. he calls his mom. no good news, instead he's being interrogated what I'm preparing for buka puasa.
i bet you can tell what i prayed for during maghrib. its almost 8 and i sit and bug sister02. about a squillion times of "cemana ni, cemana ni?"
D calls out to me i tanye kawan i nak? i start to laugh. kawan you tau ke? he shoots me an annoyed look. kawan i lagi banyak dah kawin dari kawan you okay? fine. you can ask if you want. while he's asking the people in his phonebook, i take my cell phone into the room and call omar ali again.
"saya nak tanye, omar ali ade ambil tempahan baju melayu lagi tak?"
"kain luar takde. kain kite sendiri sahaja"
i have to seize this opportunity. brother05 please forgive kak long.
"oh yeke. tapi kawan adik saya tu cakap boleh. kawan die dgn n**a. n**a cakap masih boleh."
starts laughing. seriously, if this lady makes fun of me i'll slam the phone.
"oohhh n**a! iye. tu anak saya. anak puan name siapa ye?" anak? anak pun anakla.
"muhamad L. die chat ngan n**a smlm and n**a cakap boleh hantar.."
i hear the mommy talking to a girl in the background.
"diorang chat kat myspace ye? n**a kata die kenal"
"err...saya tatau la myspace ke facebook ke ape.."
"ooh. kalau macam tu boleh la. hantar skarang boleh?"
THANK GOD!!!
Relief like you wouldn't know.
I walk out the room then D starts telling me excitedly. kawan i kate ade! kawan i kate ade! Wah. when it rains it pours!
We decide to go to the one D's friend recommended because;
1. omar ali is charging 30% more than last year and 20% surcharge for tempahan sewaktu bulan puasa. the total price is 3 times more than the fabric. D's tailor is cheaper. Slightly.
2. D's tailor is much much nearer to our house.
3. D's tailor does a good job cos its the same one yang buat his baju melayu hantaran.
So we go to the tailor. Very friendly. Very accomodating.
i quote
"Kalau dah dua minggu nak raya, kite masih boleh amik 400 pasang lagi. Even cawangan kita kat shah alam tu masih amik tempahan lagi"
i turn to D. bukan ini ke tailor your mom?
anyways moral of this story
1. when mummy says do it, do it.
2. do not underestimate D and his married friends.
3. no matter how desparate, do not turn to 'for dummies' books. unless its solely to learn.
4. when the mind is elsewhere with issues like these, dont cook. i slit my thumb chopping chillies.
hope that all of you have your baju raya ready. unlike certain people. but now no more la."kak, nak tempah baju melayu boleh tak?"
"dah tutup la dik"
damn.
"erm, kalau kat alamanda?"
"alamanda dah lama dah tutup"
shoot. the wall is closing in. im suffocating. this is bad.
worst case scenario
1. the boys (D, brothers and Papa) don't get a baju raya. kain raya yes, baju, no.
2. mummy is so gonna go " I TOLD YOU SO!!!"
3. the family photo is out. macam2 colour jadi nya.
4. sister02 is gonna go mad. she is wearing a color she's not a fan of just so it's part of the theme.
5. can't think of anything worse.
i look at sister02. i think i look pretty panicked.
g:saya rase kan we should go to MPH and buy 'MENJAHIT BAJU MELAYU FOR DUMMIES'.
s:hahahahha.
g:ye la. boleh la saya ingat. saya potong2 pola pastu awk jahit. kite belila mesin jahit singer yang murah2 tu. nanti tiap2 malam lepas balik kerja awak jahit. lepas buka puasa nanti sambung balik.
s: gile la ko ni. nanti pakai2 pagi raya senget sane sini. tgok2 baju short sleeve la hape semua.
g: saya ingat nak buat utk brother03 baju melayu sleeveless (they are forever fighting)
s: hah? sleeveless?
g: aah. biar cam pendekar sikit. pastu saya bagi die keris. then pakai la vest. huiyoo.
we go home. its an hour to break fast time.
i go home and tell D of my predicament. he calls his mom. no good news, instead he's being interrogated what I'm preparing for buka puasa.
i bet you can tell what i prayed for during maghrib. its almost 8 and i sit and bug sister02. about a squillion times of "cemana ni, cemana ni?"
D calls out to me i tanye kawan i nak? i start to laugh. kawan you tau ke? he shoots me an annoyed look. kawan i lagi banyak dah kawin dari kawan you okay? fine. you can ask if you want. while he's asking the people in his phonebook, i take my cell phone into the room and call omar ali again.
"saya nak tanye, omar ali ade ambil tempahan baju melayu lagi tak?"
"kain luar takde. kain kite sendiri sahaja"
i have to seize this opportunity. brother05 please forgive kak long.
"oh yeke. tapi kawan adik saya tu cakap boleh. kawan die dgn n**a. n**a cakap masih boleh."
starts laughing. seriously, if this lady makes fun of me i'll slam the phone.
"oohhh n**a! iye. tu anak saya. anak puan name siapa ye?" anak? anak pun anakla.
"muhamad L. die chat ngan n**a smlm and n**a cakap boleh hantar.."
i hear the mommy talking to a girl in the background.
"diorang chat kat myspace ye? n**a kata die kenal"
"err...saya tatau la myspace ke facebook ke ape.."
"ooh. kalau macam tu boleh la. hantar skarang boleh?"
THANK GOD!!!
Relief like you wouldn't know.
I walk out the room then D starts telling me excitedly. kawan i kate ade! kawan i kate ade! Wah. when it rains it pours!
We decide to go to the one D's friend recommended because;
1. omar ali is charging 30% more than last year and 20% surcharge for tempahan sewaktu bulan puasa. the total price is 3 times more than the fabric. D's tailor is cheaper. Slightly.
2. D's tailor is much much nearer to our house.
3. D's tailor does a good job cos its the same one yang buat his baju melayu hantaran.
So we go to the tailor. Very friendly. Very accomodating.
i quote
"Kalau dah dua minggu nak raya, kite masih boleh amik 400 pasang lagi. Even cawangan kita kat shah alam tu masih amik tempahan lagi"
i turn to D. bukan ini ke tailor your mom?
anyways moral of this story
1. when mummy says do it, do it.
2. do not underestimate D and his married friends.
3. no matter how desparate, do not turn to 'for dummies' books. unless its solely to learn.
4. when the mind is elsewhere with issues like these, dont cook. i slit my thumb chopping chillies.
