My jenglots.

If you're wondering what is the definition of jenglot, please refer here.

But jenglots belong to me aren't such thing. They're all plushies that hibernate on my bed at hometown. It may be weird I call such cute things as jenglots, just random name - some people asked me why put such scary name for cute stuff, and I said it's just for fun. It's been a month since last time I went back to hometown and the jenglots already covered with dust. When I entered my room, I sneezed. Mama always vacuums my room, but no one cares about my jenglots.  Plus, their size are too big and that disturb me while sleeping - I don't like hugging bolster nor plushie when I sleep. They're not belong to me alone, including Kakak's jenglots. I don't want to put the jenglots on my bed anymore. They're too cute to resist. Ha3

Pink Badot in the washing machine. The small bear is just another decoration in my room.

We're JENGLOTS!

Not in picture - still washing (Jack the skeleton head & Totoro)

Actually I placed all other plushies in Ayah's wardrobe. Don't be surprised, that's what I did when I was 9, I found there's a space (at the bottom partition) in his wardrobe and that's the ideal place to keep 'em. Ha3. 

 Jenglots in Ayah's wardrobe.

When I opened it, they're much more dust than ones on the bed! ;P

It's not surprise if the readers surprised reading this entry - yes I DO LOVE PLUSHIES.

I may look rigid, bold and blunt, but actually I love cute stuffs, sometimes.=)

Eccentric

I drove my (going-to-be) MyVi, with Ayah again beside me. As usual, I got free lecture, cause I drove recklessly, especially each time at any corner. He told me to hold the steering toughly each time to turn whether right or left. No wonder my instructor used to call me tauhu (tofu) and Mama called me sotong (squid) cause they said my hands are very weak and I'm unable to do hard work. (This fine fingers belong to art work, not labour work - that's the excuse I always give). But wait, I can do gardening, sawing, cutting paper (until I separated my tendon huh?). Plus, I can't estimate relevant target between left and right, is it something wrong with my eyes? With glasses, I see many straight things are like curve.. and if I take it off, I could see ghost! (O.o)"

They're all lame excuses. The reason should be I seldom (less than 5 times after I got my P since 2008) drive, that's why my driving skills beyond 0 (lame joke), I'm getting my CDL this October, but my real license is under Ayah's control. He never forbids me to drive, but I'm one whom lack of confidence and skill, and even my P stickers became as my bookmark. The troublesome one is me. Call me MENDOKUSE (means 'what a drag') if you wish.

Just imagine Sakura is Ayah, and Naruto is me. That's how Ayah so mad at me. Ha3

I drove until wet market in Parit Yaani and waiting for Ayah to buy prawn to make mee bandung. Then, he continued driving to another market a.k.a pasar pagi (is that morning market? ha3). Last time I went to that place was in 2008, and I felt like a stranger - maybe just the market has changed a lot. Living in Kuala Lipis for 4 years made me felt awkward walking at a street with lots people speak in Javanese.
(truth: I'm a Javanese descendant whom can't speak the language).

First place we stopped by was catfish stall. Believe it or not, the stall keeper caught the fish bare handed alive! :o

Then, a young lady (about 25) helped her to clean the fishes. It's WOW! Catfish OKAY! (truth: I only know how to clean prawn and squid perfectly, not fish or chicken, and not even meat! All crushed!)

Beef! >.<

Mushroom! Is that how they grow??? :o

I talked as if I was really an ALIEN who just landed on earth. As I walked alone to see what's up further, a stall keeper called me "Cikgu, mari mari~ Daging murah" I was, eehh??? how did he guess I'm a teacher??? I was just wearing a khaki shirt and brown cargo pants with a black hijab lid! It's usual if people called me that in Kuala Lipis, but not in Batu Pahat! Unless, I was wearing baju kurung with shining ditch black name tag, that wouldn't be a wonder. (If he wondered by my look, I'd rather say HEY, I'M AN OPHTHALMOLOGIST!) *evil laugh*

Day 28 – In this past month, what have you learned?

1. Rise when I fall.
2. Willing to accept the truth, the destiny.
3. Steadfast  in my principal.
4. Do not admit I'm wrong when I know I'm right.
5. Try to understand people around me better, because everybody is different.
6. This challenge gives me opportunity to think what haven't crossed in my mind yet.
7. Karma's existence - it could happen back in no time. It's not about me, it's about what I've seen.
8. There is no guarantee how long we will be alive, Allah will take us anytime.
9. Should've prepared better for my examination.

Day 27 – What kind of person attracts you?

Dear gentleman,

You don't need to be handsome, tall, rich, freakin' romantic, stylish, etc. to attract me.^_^

For me, it's pretty attractive when a man cares about his grades, neat & tidy, and knows how to make a good conversation with me. (but it doesn't mean you must be too friendly and talkative). I also mostly attracted to those whom is elder than me, usually 2-5 years elder. (Hi, I'm 22. LOL). Plus, I really like watching those (either male or female) who never left his responsibility towards Allah, able to be an Imam. NO SMOKING! of course. It'd be bonus if the man can cook! (I guess this one is quite essential, too). Another criteria is those who loves sport - watching people sweating brings my perception that the person must be someone who cares about healthy lifestyle. But heck no I don't attracted to muscular guy.

Physically, I don't really mind how does he looks, average and normal is fine enough to pleasure my eyes. However, if you're wondering my type - fair, 15 -20cm taller than me (I'm 157 cm) with short light black or dark brown hair. Sometimes I also attracted to those who has masculine looks like Jensen Ackles.

Day 25 – Who are you?

A daughter

The youngest member in family

A student

A teacher in next 1 1/2 years

Day 23 – 15 facts about you.

1. A girl.
2. Muslim.
3. Quasi nerd.
4. Loves art.
5. Right-handed.
6. Not smart enough, but cares about grades.
7. Going to be a teacher.
8. Reads newspaper daily, at least the topic.
9. Seafood allergy.
10. Hates beansprout.
11. Writes in English a lot, but fails to speak fluently.
12. Plays Gaiaonline since 6 years ago.
13. Myth, mystery and UFO lover.
14. 17 stitches on left thumb, index and middle finger.
15. Tend to say "GAY" but doesn't mean about homosexual, it refers - uncool, funny, fail. (^__^)

Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.

Wawa Magic - Nickname I chose at 12, and until today, I love it so much.

Wawa - My nickname since I was a kid.
Magic - it's magic~ hahahaha (I don't say I can do magic)

Paint your life canvas, make my masterpiece 

Paint = What I do every day/ My activity
Canvas = The timeline of my life
Masterpiece = What I get from what I do/ my effort :D