Nek oh nek...

Last weekend we went to KL to do some shopping plus ***** hunting.

Hmm, shopping…Kalau dulu I can tawaf One Utama and still be able to go to Midvalley for another round of window shopping, I found it’s extremely difficult now that I’m 8 months pregnant. We had to take breaks every 10 mins, so how? Penat gila, 2 hari pun tak habih lenguh tu…

Anyhow, kebetulan pulak Nek Shima buat birthday party anak dia, Ariz. He’s two years already. Can’t believe how swift time flies. Still remember the moment when she first announced her pregnancy. La ni dah besar budak tu.

Thought it was a good opportunity to meet up with my uni buddies (Yusz, Akma, Joeko). But unfortunately, I had to leave the party early for Kerteh. By 3.45 p.m, they hadn’t showed up, and we had to leave already, so tak sempat nak jumpa.

Takpela, got to meet Nek Shima (I’m gonna tell you about this “nenek” thing later), so the trip was worth it. Since we parted ways after uni times, boleh bilang ngan jari berapa kali kitorg jumpa.


*sigh*
Nak buat camner, tanggungjawab kepada agama, bangsa dan negara…..



So, mana datangnya “nenek”?

Hmm, I can’t exactly remember when, but it started sometime during our first year. Kalau ada between us yang terlupa/ ternyanyuk, the other will ejek and panggil “nenek harimau betul” - shima la yg mula ni. Started off as a joke, lelama “nenek harimau” jadi “nenek” and end up both of us get “nek” as our nick name. Lekat sampai sekarang pulak tu.

In the beginning, we were being extra careful not to mention our nicknames in public. Malu la kononnya. But only the first few months though, pastu, sorang hujung sana sorang hujung sini pun selamba je kitorg jerit “nek”.

So, begitulah ceritanya. Not because we are old or ada cucu okay....:)