Let's mandi lulur

Hello everyone! I feel beauuuuuuuuuuutiful today!



Hehe. Don't you?


Nature of living things, we want to be beautiful, feel beautiful, look beautiful, and we love beautiful things. Well, this applies to women especially. All women desire to look beautiful. We want to have a beautiful face, a beautiful body, a beautiful skin, beautiful hair, beautiful teeth, a beautiful mind and a beautiful heart. We, WOMEN want everything to be perfect, flawless, and beautiful. Do men understand this need/desire??? Yes, they do and No, they don't (when it comes to shopping).


Those who have the privilege can just swipe their credit cards to buy beauty products which I must say, are not cheap. Sometimes, we really want to buy the products but we just do not have the money. Sad, huh? My sisters and I use Body Shop skincare products since we were in high schools. We tried Clean n' Clear but it didn't do magic to our skin. One set costs around RM 200-300++. During high school days, mommy was so generous to buy the products for us. Now that we are working and receiving allowance, we have to use our own money. Oh..that's not fair. Abah only sponsors adik now. :( What about me? I'm unemployed! I think abah should treat me some since he's using my Body Shop member card. Hehe.



Clearly, when we do not have the money, what we need are alternatives to these products. So, I'm going to introduce you to Lulur Mandi. Have you heard of lulur mandi before? It is not the one that you buy in the night market. That one is not original. The lulur that I'm talking about is the homemade one. Understand or not?


Basically, you make the lulur on your own. It is cheap, non-hazardous, contain no chemicals. Thus, it is original and natural. It enhances the softness of your skin, rubs off the daki, makes your skin glow and most of all, it makes you look beautiful! Yeayy!!! This is what we want! This is what we want!


I'm going to teach you how to prepare the lulur.


The ingredients:-


1. sireh leaves
2. beras pulut
3. pinang
4. gambir
5. kunyit alive
6. chicken eggs


Blend everything together.

Yucky? Don't be. This is significant for our beauty.

Easy-peasy righttttttt???? What do you do next? No, you don't eat it. Do not eat the lulur. I repeat, this is NOT for eating purposes. Geddit?

Now, take your towel and go to the bathroom. Brush your teeth first (in case you haven't). Tie up your hair if you need to because we don't want the lulur to stick in your hair. Oh, don't forget to take off your clothes. You obviously need your skin to put the lulur on. Duh! Wash your face and body just briefly with water only. You won't need the soap or shower gel or whatever you are using. Then, dry your body using the towel. Put the lulur on your skin thoroughly.

Be careful not to put it into anything! Wait till it dry. I cannot tahan so I only let the lulur sit on my skin for two minutes. It is advisable that you WAIT, okay? Sometimes, it can get quite itchy but tahan okay? After ten minutes or so, you rub the lulur all over your body, hard.... Hehehe, kidding. Don't rub until your skin is red! Rub rub rub and rub until you are satisfied. Then, wash your body. Finally, dry your skin. And.......

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Tadaaa!!!!! Your skin is all soft, glowing and you certainly look beautiful. Heee.



Feel free to try, ladies! My dad likes to use it too! All of sudden, there's no lulur left cos he has used it all. Hmpph. Need to hide the lulur from him. Okay, bye!






p/s: Make sure you clean your bathroom properly after lulur-ing coz it will be smelly since there are eggs in it. Surely you don't want your toilet to smell hanyir, right?

p/p/s: If you don't like your lulur to be smelly, you can just leave out the eggs.

The creative side of me

Salam.


Went back to our kampung yesterday and spent our evening there. The main purpose of going back was to introduce our BIL to the kampung. It was his first time there. I was bored so I played with my sister's new camera. It's a Canon G12. Please excuse an amateur photographer like me. I was trying a little too hard to be creative. LOL

Atuk

Buah cempedak. A forbidden fruit for me. (Don't ask me why, ask my mom)

Bahuluuuuu! cicah teh O.

The ground. I used the ol' school mode.

Then, it rained. I wanted to be more creative and my BIL taught me how to use the various modes and functions in the camera. I nodded my head and went 'oh'..'ah'. I actually couldn't understand what he was saying to me! Haha. It's too complicated for me. Poor BIL, he was so serious to teach me but I was too caught up with the rain to pay attention to the short learning session. He even praised me for these beautiful photos (according to him). Heee..

What do you think? Are these photos creative enough? Can you see the percikan air??? Can see or not? No? Too bad, you need to wear your glasses. :D

Just because

Well, KPM is way too generous this year. They have decided to prolong our holidays just because...i don't know. There are definitely serious things going on in KPM. People have been saying this and that and I'm not even sure which is a fact, which is a rumour.


I get bored easily. I do the same routines every morning. Wake up, have breakfast, do house chores until 11, shower, help mummy to cook, wait for abah to come home for lunch, eat lunch, watch tv, go online, dinner, fold the clothes, go online, watch tv, sleep. Sometimes, we go to supermarket to buy groceries. Once in a blue moon, we go to the cinema to watch movies. The cinema here really sucks because they don't screen interesting movies. Pschht. I don't want to watch some Manmadan Ambu movie!


Sometimes we sell kain ela', the ones that you use to make baju kurung, kebaya and all sorts of traditional clothes. This is the fun part. People come to our house to have a good look at the kain and we will force them to buy. Haha. I will be the model, wrap it around my body and do a catwalk to convince our customers that the kain is cantik and worth buying. Not to worry because the kains are really of good materials. They are Italian silk and chiffon and we bought the kains from Gulati's (family of Euromoda, friend of Binwani's) people! We got harga borong from the tauke because we are his regular customers. Not from Nagoya or Jakel.



But I still get bored. Huarghhh!! Boredom equals to death. Why do we have to wait for sooooooo long to get our posting? Pfttt! This 'holiday' reminds me when I was an SPM leaver. Still fresh, ready to leave all the innocence behind and rock the world. Yeah baby! At the same time, I was feeling all anxious, praying hard, asking ALLAH to grant me good SPM results. Haha. Humans are like that. We will only remember our God when we really really want something. Typical. Therefore, let's start remembering our God all the time, okay peeps?


When I got my results, Alhamdulillah, Thank you ALLAH. Then, I received an offer to do Pre-U in PASUM. A month later, I received another offer. A twinning programme between a teacher training institution in KL and respective overseas universities. After a few days of thinking hard about my future and hundreds of phone calls worth of advice from the parents, I packed my stuff and said goodbyes to my newly-found BFFs. Haha. We were all feeling sad which was very ironic as I was leaving for the institution just next door to UM! Hahaha. That's funny!


5 and a 1/2 year later, from gaining weight and became a fat girl in IPBA to burning fats in the UK, here I am, waiting patiently to begin my journey to serve the nation as an English primary school teacher. Heee..


My parents have always been proud of my siblings and I, especially my mother. She lovessss to talk about what her children are doing if only you initiate THE question first. Sometimes, we would be embarrassed. Most of times, we are proud and thankful because we wouldn't be who we are today without her guidance and doa. For the record, my elder sister read law in Uitm who is now working with AG as a deputy public prosecutor. I took TESL as my major, my third sister is doing biotechnology in NZ, the fourth brother is studying mechanical engineering in UTP (the intelligent among all, huhu), the fifth brother is in INSTEP studying petroleum technology and the youngest is still in Form 2. How can she not be proud of us? Hehe. I mean, not proud as in boasting here and there but proud as in you know... grateful.


My mother is a wise woman. She may not have a degree (she got HSC/STPM) but she probably know more facts and what's going on in and out of the education field more than you would know. She is very concerned about her children education including her younger sisters, her nephews and nieces, the neighbours' childen..everyone! If ALLAH wills, she will do as best as she can to help people to pursue their interest in education.


My mother was unable to continue her tertiary education because of certain family problems. So, hello working world! Before, she worked in a bank (I think it was Standard Chartered), in the first Malaysian company that used computers (I forgot the name), and several other jobs. Her bosses included Mat Salleh and the king of Perlis' younger sister. For an Ampang Girls' School graduate, she communicates good English. She kept telling her younger sisters and children that just because she couldn't pursue her studies, that didn't mean that we couldn't. So, there she was to make her dreams come true.


First, she guided my aunts; auntie, mama and bonda. Auntie finished her STPM but was unable to continue because she was paralysed for a year. Auntie is now working in Public Bank HQ s an executive. Mama is now a secondary school teacher, graduated from UiTM in Finance (Dean List) and later received an offer to continue her studies in the US. However, she chose not to go. Why? Just because........she didn't know English that well!!! Huh? What a stupid reason! Haha. Mama understands English but she is afraid to speak in English. I don't know why. Perhaps she has Englishphobia. Haha. Bonda is a different story. She is very intelligent. She scored 9As in her SPM and JPA offered her to go to Oxford University. Oxford man! She didn't even applied for the course. You know, during those times it was very rare to find students who scored straight As. So, those who scored with flying colours need not to apply because offers would definitely come to your doorsteps. Likewise, she didn't go there just because my uncle decided that it is best that she studied in Malaysia. Pfttt! So, she continued her studies in UUM, taking Accounting and had been awarded the best student. She and Maths is like cheese and bread. I really don't know how her mind works with numbers. Bonda once said that she would award whoever that can beat her SPM results with RM 1k. Well, that VERY lucky person is my fourth brother cos he scored 10A1. Huh. I forgot she ever said that, that's why I studied so-so only. Haihhh.



Next victims are her children. Hihihi. From nagging, beating to throwing my exercise books in the big longkang in front of the house just because I didn't complete or actually do the exercises. Mind you, the exercises that I am talking about were the ones she bought for us. So many homework plus exercises to do and I was a very lazy child. The fourth brother, he used to draw cartoons on a piece of paper when he was supposed to complete some exercise. One day, my mother found out about his secret activity and was caught red-handed. She was cooking at that time and was holding a wooden senduk in her hand. She got very angry, red face and flaring nostrils. You really do not want to know what happened after that. Haha. Anyway, she ran after my brother around the field with the senduk in her hand and my brother was crying, saying sorry while running faster and faster and faster....but he eventually got caught. He should have run like Watson Nyambek that day. Hahahaha. It was very scary. All of us didn't dare to lift our heads from the book. But look where he is right now, an aspiring engineer-to-be. We will laugh every time we reminisce the past. My mother always said the same thing all over again.

"Mummy pukul, marah, bebel, mummy buat semua ni sebab nak jadikan korang manusia".

Hmm..aren't we humans, mummy? Hehehe. Time flies very fast and my mother has another daughter to polish, the youngest, the mengadest one. We hope she will complete her high school with flying colours and be somebody in future. There are many other stories to tell about my mother's so-called journey but I'd rather stop here.

During her visit in UK

I hope you'll get what I am trying to convey here. I'd leave you to think about it. :)