In less than a week we’ll bid farewell to year 2005 and enter a new year, 2006. In less than a week we’ll have to start things in a new diary where we’ll witness a new chapter in our life. The clock seems to tick faster than it used to be since most of us are unaware of how rapid time flies by. It seemed like I had eldest son, Azhan yesterday yet, next Tuesday, Jan 3 2006 his kindergarten class would begin.
For the past 11 and three-quarter months, a number of things had happened in our life, may it be brightmoments or all sorts of different emotions and feelings towards the events, all the memories actually add spice to our life. Just like a Malay saying, ‘hidup ini ibarat roda, kadang di atas, kadang di bawah’. Many of us failed to see that those ups, downs, twists and turns actually make us wiser and become better persons cause we would have learnt something from the obstacles. Life ain’t always bed of roses, I’d say yet there are those moments that we treasured most that might have occurred in our life and believe it or not there are a number of people out there who live their lives with those beautiful memories to help them struggle their way out of poverty.
Before I enroll into the master’s programme, I never miss this charity-based tv programme, Bersamamu. I used to complaint about how unfortunate I was but watching the programme made me realized that they are quite a number of Msian are still living in poverty and I should have been grateful that I am much fortunate than them cause I’m employed with good wages and I’d never experienced shortage of food.
Frankly, I’m not really sure what does the Bersamamu series has got to do with saying goodbye to year 2005 but one thing that I know for sure is; no matter how unfortunate you felt you were in 2005, bear in mind that there are others who are more unfortunate than you. Who knows when the best of you will be unveiled, time and tide wait for no man nor woman. It’s up to us to change ourselves and it’s up to us to change the way we perceive our mishaps cause believe it or not we’ll never know for sure the ‘hikmah’ beneath the mishaps. After all, obstacles and mishaps are a part of spices that add flavours to our life. So, enjoy life while you can! Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Acquaintances vs Friends
Benar lah kata org2 dulu kala, “kawan ketawa senang dicari, tp kawan menangis satu dlm seribu pon susah nk cari”. Last nite I started to realize that in my entire life, my one and only closest friend is my hubby. I wondered how life would be like without him. It’s not as if I don’t have any friends at all but I don’t think that I have any that can be considered as true friend. To me a true friend is someone who’s willing to stay in a friendship with me in facing any kind of circumstances especially during the downs, twists and turns.
There are a number of reasons that I use as excuses of not having a best friend for the past few years. The first and strongest excuse was the family barrier, you see my parents were and have always been very protective. I remember there was a time when my classmate rang me at home to ask me about the day’s homework. We only talked for about 20 to 30 minutes; my mom had started nagging me. This was her most popular line, “Kat skolah tak leh sembang ke?” She usually said it out loud that my friend could hear her nag in the back. So, to keep her mouth shut I ended up not having close and not to mention best friend during my early school days. The people closest to me back then were my siblings.
Second reason is also related to my family, the way I was brought up to be specific. My parents and grandpa have always taught me to be independent. They taught me that the person who knows us best is ourselves. They had cultivated this belief that no matter what happens to me, the only person who is willing to reach out and lend a helping hand is myself. The second person that I could rely on according to them is my family.
I could say that I’m not so friendly type of person cause I have this phobia of getting close to a person and losing that person someday in my life. It happened to me once when I was in secondary school. I was quite close to this Chinese girl. I enjoyed her company but we lost touch when she moved to different school. I tried to get reach of her, but she her cold response disappointed me. From that moment on, I knew that my mom was right about friendship.
When I moved to a boarding school, I found it hard to cope and adapt the culture cause everyone seem to be heading anywhere in pairs. I was still keeping myself alone. It was an awkward for the rest of them upon learning that I didn’t have a buddy to keep me company wherever I went. I figured it was an advantage for me cause I didn’t have to wait on for someone else to go to class or any other activities that we had to attend. I could clearly recall one of my dorm mates’ nag about me going somewhere on my own. She was worried if anything happened to me, no one would realize my absence. She was telling me this when she got to know that I would usually go to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night. I told her that I’d rather be there alone than waking up any of them and finding out that the person that accompanied me was not a real person (a ghost).
I always believe that I’m not so fortunate when it comes to friendship. Even after leaving school, I still found it hard to get a buddy who would keep me company during my university years. I’d rather head to class alone than waiting up for others. Somehow during my years of studies, I got to know someone whom I considered quite close to me, my housemate who was also my course mate. I figured I had to be close to her because we were in the same course. She was quite furious when she got to know that I once walked back alone to our hostel all the way from college. As I said earlier, I was always unfortunate in friendship. Once we graduated, we headed back to our respective hometowns and from that point on we drifted apart. We are still in touch but the closeness was never there.
I remember once I had to make distress calls to a number of all the so-called friends. It all happened when my car tire punctured. The first person that I rang was none other than my hubby. Unluckily, my hubby was at his office, some 35 minutes away from where I was. It was almost dusk, I didn’t what to do. Since my phone batter was running low, I sent distress SMS stating that my car tire punctured and I needed help to a number of people listed in my phone’s address. I almost burst to tears when none of them responded. I then found myself desperate and needed urgent respond so I called up a friend whom I knew in college. She told me that she was working outstation so I decided, desperate situation called for desperate measure. I asked her how could I replace the punctured tire with the spare one. She told me the steps of removing the punctured tire. When I was in the midst of changing the tire, a motorbike rider with his friend stopped by to offer help. At first I was a bit reluctant cause I was paranoia especially with all the road rage cases reported. With paranoia conquering my senses I quickly rang my hubby to let him know that a couple of men were helping me, just in case should anything bad happened to me my hubby would be aware of my whereabouts. I was surprised when the help offered was genuine and touched by their honesty.
As I was driving back home, I learnt the most important lesson in life, “kawan menangis memang susah dicari”. I was really disappointed and sad upon learning that none of the people in my phone’s address were my friend. Could you imagine none out of twenty in the list responded? How would you feel if you were in my shoes? One thing that struck me the most was some of them were staying nearby to the place where I was stranded yet they couldn’t give any feedback. Is it always hard to help others in need? I guess acquaintances would only consider one as their friends when one is surrounded by wealth and fame. ‘Mase tu sume orang nak menempek kat kekayaan dan name orang tadi.’ That’s the fact of life. And the most shocking findings from the incident was, (sorry I had to say this out loud, baby) even my so-called beloved hubby wasn’t there to help me out, instead two strangers in their factory uniforms genuinely lent helping hands. I kept telling myself that I must find those two guys to reward them, Malays said, “hutang budi dibawa mati” and I don’t think that I’ll ever forget that. It’ll only be buried with my dead body.
There are a number of reasons that I use as excuses of not having a best friend for the past few years. The first and strongest excuse was the family barrier, you see my parents were and have always been very protective. I remember there was a time when my classmate rang me at home to ask me about the day’s homework. We only talked for about 20 to 30 minutes; my mom had started nagging me. This was her most popular line, “Kat skolah tak leh sembang ke?” She usually said it out loud that my friend could hear her nag in the back. So, to keep her mouth shut I ended up not having close and not to mention best friend during my early school days. The people closest to me back then were my siblings.
Second reason is also related to my family, the way I was brought up to be specific. My parents and grandpa have always taught me to be independent. They taught me that the person who knows us best is ourselves. They had cultivated this belief that no matter what happens to me, the only person who is willing to reach out and lend a helping hand is myself. The second person that I could rely on according to them is my family.
I could say that I’m not so friendly type of person cause I have this phobia of getting close to a person and losing that person someday in my life. It happened to me once when I was in secondary school. I was quite close to this Chinese girl. I enjoyed her company but we lost touch when she moved to different school. I tried to get reach of her, but she her cold response disappointed me. From that moment on, I knew that my mom was right about friendship.
When I moved to a boarding school, I found it hard to cope and adapt the culture cause everyone seem to be heading anywhere in pairs. I was still keeping myself alone. It was an awkward for the rest of them upon learning that I didn’t have a buddy to keep me company wherever I went. I figured it was an advantage for me cause I didn’t have to wait on for someone else to go to class or any other activities that we had to attend. I could clearly recall one of my dorm mates’ nag about me going somewhere on my own. She was worried if anything happened to me, no one would realize my absence. She was telling me this when she got to know that I would usually go to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night. I told her that I’d rather be there alone than waking up any of them and finding out that the person that accompanied me was not a real person (a ghost).
I always believe that I’m not so fortunate when it comes to friendship. Even after leaving school, I still found it hard to get a buddy who would keep me company during my university years. I’d rather head to class alone than waiting up for others. Somehow during my years of studies, I got to know someone whom I considered quite close to me, my housemate who was also my course mate. I figured I had to be close to her because we were in the same course. She was quite furious when she got to know that I once walked back alone to our hostel all the way from college. As I said earlier, I was always unfortunate in friendship. Once we graduated, we headed back to our respective hometowns and from that point on we drifted apart. We are still in touch but the closeness was never there.
I remember once I had to make distress calls to a number of all the so-called friends. It all happened when my car tire punctured. The first person that I rang was none other than my hubby. Unluckily, my hubby was at his office, some 35 minutes away from where I was. It was almost dusk, I didn’t what to do. Since my phone batter was running low, I sent distress SMS stating that my car tire punctured and I needed help to a number of people listed in my phone’s address. I almost burst to tears when none of them responded. I then found myself desperate and needed urgent respond so I called up a friend whom I knew in college. She told me that she was working outstation so I decided, desperate situation called for desperate measure. I asked her how could I replace the punctured tire with the spare one. She told me the steps of removing the punctured tire. When I was in the midst of changing the tire, a motorbike rider with his friend stopped by to offer help. At first I was a bit reluctant cause I was paranoia especially with all the road rage cases reported. With paranoia conquering my senses I quickly rang my hubby to let him know that a couple of men were helping me, just in case should anything bad happened to me my hubby would be aware of my whereabouts. I was surprised when the help offered was genuine and touched by their honesty.
As I was driving back home, I learnt the most important lesson in life, “kawan menangis memang susah dicari”. I was really disappointed and sad upon learning that none of the people in my phone’s address were my friend. Could you imagine none out of twenty in the list responded? How would you feel if you were in my shoes? One thing that struck me the most was some of them were staying nearby to the place where I was stranded yet they couldn’t give any feedback. Is it always hard to help others in need? I guess acquaintances would only consider one as their friends when one is surrounded by wealth and fame. ‘Mase tu sume orang nak menempek kat kekayaan dan name orang tadi.’ That’s the fact of life. And the most shocking findings from the incident was, (sorry I had to say this out loud, baby) even my so-called beloved hubby wasn’t there to help me out, instead two strangers in their factory uniforms genuinely lent helping hands. I kept telling myself that I must find those two guys to reward them, Malays said, “hutang budi dibawa mati” and I don’t think that I’ll ever forget that. It’ll only be buried with my dead body.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
tight schedule
I've been so busy with work plus other responsibilites as a wife, mother and latest gradute student. My tight schedule doesn't allow me to do most of the things that I used to do for leisure.
Got to go. Have an urgent task to finish before end of the day.
Got to go. Have an urgent task to finish before end of the day.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Dream
Last nite I had the scariest dream ever. I dreamt of being a ‘pontianak’, the Malay version of vampire. It ain’t the 1st time I had this kind of dream; dream of becoming a ghost and there had been a number of version on how I became one. But last nite’s version was the scariest. It all happened when I went back to my kampong. It was pass midnight. All the relatives were busy preparing goodies for Hari Raya. My two cousin sisters happened to see a couple of pontianak passing by. I was distracted from doing my chores when my cousins giggled. I asked them about what they were looking at that made them giggle. They told me about the pontianak and pointed the whereabout of the pontianak. I peeked thru the holes in the wall, and quickly ducked when I realized that the pontianak were aware that they were being watched. I told my cousins about it, we were shocked. We tried to close the windows and door that were wide opened, but the pontianak were faster than us. They got into the house when the door was about to be closed.
The pontianak promised that they wouldn’t do harm to us with one condition; one of us had to be sacrificed. They instructed on what to do for the selection of candidate to be sacrificed. I’d say the process of selection was rather unique. We were asked to dance in certain way. The instruction was really quick and short that I couldn’t comprehend causing me to fail in performing the dance as they wanted. The pontianak pointed at me and said they were going to take me away. I was crying my heart out. My hubby tried to protect me from being taken but my relatives were holding him back and said that it was for the safety of others.
I didn’t really know the purpose of the sacrifice process. I thought the pontianak were going to eat me up. They then told me that they were going to turn me into a pontianak. I couldn’t recall how I became one of them. My entire life totally changed with this transformation. They treated me like a slave, I was always forced to serve them with victims for their dinner. I kept thinking of my hubby and my two children. One night, I went back to my used to be home just to have a look at my family. I saw my hubby and kids watching videos of me. I saw how they missed me as much as I missed them. One footage broke me to tears. The footage was recorded on the night I was taken away from my family. I watched how my hubby was held back by my relatives as the pontianak took me away. I saw how I cried my heart out, I saw what I used to be and how I looked like. I saw how my children repeatedly asked my hubby to keep playing the video about me. I tried to touch my hubby and children but my hands couldn’t reach them.
I woke up from the scariest nightmare with tears running down my cheeks. I quickly called my hubby who I haven’t seen in two days just to check on him. I told him about my dream and how I much I love him and my kids. I told him that I don’t wanna lose any of them.
This scariest dream made me realized how precious my family is to me. I used to think that I could live without my family. I guess I was wrong. I now know that I could never live without them.
Dear God, please don’t take my family away from me, don’t take me away from them either and please don’t tear us apart. I could never live without them.
The pontianak promised that they wouldn’t do harm to us with one condition; one of us had to be sacrificed. They instructed on what to do for the selection of candidate to be sacrificed. I’d say the process of selection was rather unique. We were asked to dance in certain way. The instruction was really quick and short that I couldn’t comprehend causing me to fail in performing the dance as they wanted. The pontianak pointed at me and said they were going to take me away. I was crying my heart out. My hubby tried to protect me from being taken but my relatives were holding him back and said that it was for the safety of others.
I didn’t really know the purpose of the sacrifice process. I thought the pontianak were going to eat me up. They then told me that they were going to turn me into a pontianak. I couldn’t recall how I became one of them. My entire life totally changed with this transformation. They treated me like a slave, I was always forced to serve them with victims for their dinner. I kept thinking of my hubby and my two children. One night, I went back to my used to be home just to have a look at my family. I saw my hubby and kids watching videos of me. I saw how they missed me as much as I missed them. One footage broke me to tears. The footage was recorded on the night I was taken away from my family. I watched how my hubby was held back by my relatives as the pontianak took me away. I saw how I cried my heart out, I saw what I used to be and how I looked like. I saw how my children repeatedly asked my hubby to keep playing the video about me. I tried to touch my hubby and children but my hands couldn’t reach them.
I woke up from the scariest nightmare with tears running down my cheeks. I quickly called my hubby who I haven’t seen in two days just to check on him. I told him about my dream and how I much I love him and my kids. I told him that I don’t wanna lose any of them.
This scariest dream made me realized how precious my family is to me. I used to think that I could live without my family. I guess I was wrong. I now know that I could never live without them.
Dear God, please don’t take my family away from me, don’t take me away from them either and please don’t tear us apart. I could never live without them.
Monday, November 28, 2005
The end of long, endless day dream
November 14th `05 is a historical day for me. It was the day I officially become a graduate student with the pledge-taking as one of the newly registered graduate students in a local public university. I’m overwhelmed with excitement when I come to think that I’m back in school again after three years of leaving student days. Whilst on the other hand, with the new status and responsibility around my belt I’m a little scared; scared of the possibilities of not being able to complete the course excellently. Imagine this, I’ve been working for the past three years and I’m quite comfortable with where I am and what I am doing and I’m about to embark into the business school environment. I must admit that this is what I’ve always wanted and dreamt of; pursue my studies to a higher degree and get professional training in the field that I enjoy most. The thorough briefing and introduction on the institution and how reputable it currently is in the region had freaked the hell out of me. It made me wonder if I’m fully prepared and qualified to undergo this extensive programme which I heard as the toughest local business school. With minimal exposure to the management of the corporate world, I realized that I’m gonna have to work harder than the rest of the class and put 110% more effort than my coursemates since majority of them either came from business management background or are directly dealing with the corporate world.
My first class had awaken me up from my long, endless day dream of how easy a management course would be and made me realize that the two-year course ain’t any sit-back-and-relax type of programme. It requires a lot of hard work, effort and not to mention a lot of sacrifices from a number of parties ie; my children – they’re not gonna be seeing me a lot of me at home even if I were home I must be deeply indulged in my text books or busy working on the assignments; my hubby – his sacrifice will mainly be in monetary and most of the time, constructive idea generation and discussion among the two of us. Frankly, he’s the only person in the world that I feel very comfortable talking to and argue with. Well, these are just some of my prediction of how tremendously my life would change with my new status. I pray hard that all my predictions will be a reality, as I really need to work harder than I used to when I was doing my undergradute programme.
Life ain’t always a bed of roses. I believe everyone in the world has to work hard and put their effort in order to achieve and gain their goals and targets. If someone asked me what I wanted in life, I used to say that I wanna be rich and famous cause I always crave for fame and glamour. With my feet standing firmly on the ground, I realise that fame and luxury will never come with the breeze of the wind (unless you inherit them from someone may it be your predecessor or spouse). As what is clearly stated in the Holy Quran, “God doesn’t change one’s fate instead one has to change oneself”, I must no longer be in my relax mode and switch the gear to the hard working and study smart mode because I know for sure that I must no longer rely on anyone but myself. Frankly, I always found it hard to change myself and the way I perceive things and issues surrounding. But, like or not I’ve to get out of my sixteen-year old thinking and activate my current age thinking mode. If I fail to do the abovementioned within the short time constraint I don’t think that I’ll ever succeed in my studies and what more with my life.
My first class had awaken me up from my long, endless day dream of how easy a management course would be and made me realize that the two-year course ain’t any sit-back-and-relax type of programme. It requires a lot of hard work, effort and not to mention a lot of sacrifices from a number of parties ie; my children – they’re not gonna be seeing me a lot of me at home even if I were home I must be deeply indulged in my text books or busy working on the assignments; my hubby – his sacrifice will mainly be in monetary and most of the time, constructive idea generation and discussion among the two of us. Frankly, he’s the only person in the world that I feel very comfortable talking to and argue with. Well, these are just some of my prediction of how tremendously my life would change with my new status. I pray hard that all my predictions will be a reality, as I really need to work harder than I used to when I was doing my undergradute programme.
Life ain’t always a bed of roses. I believe everyone in the world has to work hard and put their effort in order to achieve and gain their goals and targets. If someone asked me what I wanted in life, I used to say that I wanna be rich and famous cause I always crave for fame and glamour. With my feet standing firmly on the ground, I realise that fame and luxury will never come with the breeze of the wind (unless you inherit them from someone may it be your predecessor or spouse). As what is clearly stated in the Holy Quran, “God doesn’t change one’s fate instead one has to change oneself”, I must no longer be in my relax mode and switch the gear to the hard working and study smart mode because I know for sure that I must no longer rely on anyone but myself. Frankly, I always found it hard to change myself and the way I perceive things and issues surrounding. But, like or not I’ve to get out of my sixteen-year old thinking and activate my current age thinking mode. If I fail to do the abovementioned within the short time constraint I don’t think that I’ll ever succeed in my studies and what more with my life.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Typical Malay
Today, I’m in no mood to do any of my normal daily routine. I’m unsure of the exact reason that puts me in this mode. As far as I can remember I had never felt this way before but I guess what I’d heard thru a friend of mine had left minor impact on the way I perceive things around me. Frankly, I don’t actually give a damn of what others have to say. Every body has their say and their own point of views and who am I to judge others on the way they perceive me. It’s not like they ever care about me. I’ll give a damn if they ever shown their concern towards thru one-way or the other. I started to realise now that my office mates are just a bunch of colleagues whom said ‘hi’ to me if I initiated the ‘hi’.
I guess this is a norm for typical Malay women, once they’re married they don’t keep many friends close to them, as they’re busy dwelling with their hectic marital life. They have their very own family to attend to, a husband to care for and children to entertain. I really don’t blame them though as I know that it ain’t easy to break the norm especially if one is married to a typical Malay man. That’s just one way to look at it, I haven’t gone into the dressing part. Most typical married Malay women tend to dress up to their status and age, wearing baju kurung to almost every function that they go to may it be to office or weekend outing with the family. Like I’ve said earlier, it’s really hard for any married Malay women to break out for the prescribed norm and it’s even harder to change and twist the typical Malay mentality.
Not to mention the deeply instilled sense of “malu”ness among the Malays. This sense of “malu”ness could be easily monitored in educational scenario. I’ve been monitoring this trait since my early education process; most Malays are easily embarrassed when it comes to making mistakes. Making mistakes is normal in any learning process. One will never learn if one doesn’t commit mistakes, hence the saying, “practice makes perfect”. There’s nothing to be ashamed off when it comes to learning. The same applies when one is attempting to learn conversing and talking in English among the typical Malays. I sometimes think that the use of English in daily conversation is forbidden. One has to learn to express oneself in a particular language if one aims to master a command of language, and in this; English language.
Typical Malays have this mentality of categorizing other Malays who try to converse in English as showing off. Come on guys, gimme a break. When and how are you going to master the language if you don’t practice using them in your daily routine? Those trying to converse in the so-called ‘bahasa omputih’ are not showing off, they’re attempting to learn. This is one of the main reasons why most Malay graduates fail to get a better job compared to other races. I’m not being racist but I’m really ashamed with my kind of people. Now, don’t ever blame the government for not helping our kind to get employment. You’ve got to change your mentality, get rid at least a little bit of that ‘malu’ness and stop being prejudice on others or you’ll never succeed in life.
Some of you may say that, “My ancestors were illiterate and they didn’t even need to know English to survive”. If you’re thinking that this still applies in our present time, you’re deadly wrong, man. We’re in the globalization era – those who lack of knowledge and expertise will be left far behind especially when almost all sources of knowledge are highly made available in the ‘bahasa omputih’. Simply put, like it or not you’ll have to learn using and mastering the command of the ‘bahasa omputih’.
You may think that I have no pride for my kind of people, again you’re wrong. I have total pride in my people, cause I realize that without that sense of ‘malu’ness deeply instill within each Malay our ancestors would have failed in cultivating and sustaining our unique culture and ‘adab’. Frankly, I still believe that ‘adab’ is important in our daily life since I think it reflects our personality. I actually passed on the Malay ‘adab’ to my children because it actually differs us from the rest of the world population and makes us unique in our own way.
I guess this is a norm for typical Malay women, once they’re married they don’t keep many friends close to them, as they’re busy dwelling with their hectic marital life. They have their very own family to attend to, a husband to care for and children to entertain. I really don’t blame them though as I know that it ain’t easy to break the norm especially if one is married to a typical Malay man. That’s just one way to look at it, I haven’t gone into the dressing part. Most typical married Malay women tend to dress up to their status and age, wearing baju kurung to almost every function that they go to may it be to office or weekend outing with the family. Like I’ve said earlier, it’s really hard for any married Malay women to break out for the prescribed norm and it’s even harder to change and twist the typical Malay mentality.
Not to mention the deeply instilled sense of “malu”ness among the Malays. This sense of “malu”ness could be easily monitored in educational scenario. I’ve been monitoring this trait since my early education process; most Malays are easily embarrassed when it comes to making mistakes. Making mistakes is normal in any learning process. One will never learn if one doesn’t commit mistakes, hence the saying, “practice makes perfect”. There’s nothing to be ashamed off when it comes to learning. The same applies when one is attempting to learn conversing and talking in English among the typical Malays. I sometimes think that the use of English in daily conversation is forbidden. One has to learn to express oneself in a particular language if one aims to master a command of language, and in this; English language.
Typical Malays have this mentality of categorizing other Malays who try to converse in English as showing off. Come on guys, gimme a break. When and how are you going to master the language if you don’t practice using them in your daily routine? Those trying to converse in the so-called ‘bahasa omputih’ are not showing off, they’re attempting to learn. This is one of the main reasons why most Malay graduates fail to get a better job compared to other races. I’m not being racist but I’m really ashamed with my kind of people. Now, don’t ever blame the government for not helping our kind to get employment. You’ve got to change your mentality, get rid at least a little bit of that ‘malu’ness and stop being prejudice on others or you’ll never succeed in life.
Some of you may say that, “My ancestors were illiterate and they didn’t even need to know English to survive”. If you’re thinking that this still applies in our present time, you’re deadly wrong, man. We’re in the globalization era – those who lack of knowledge and expertise will be left far behind especially when almost all sources of knowledge are highly made available in the ‘bahasa omputih’. Simply put, like it or not you’ll have to learn using and mastering the command of the ‘bahasa omputih’.
You may think that I have no pride for my kind of people, again you’re wrong. I have total pride in my people, cause I realize that without that sense of ‘malu’ness deeply instill within each Malay our ancestors would have failed in cultivating and sustaining our unique culture and ‘adab’. Frankly, I still believe that ‘adab’ is important in our daily life since I think it reflects our personality. I actually passed on the Malay ‘adab’ to my children because it actually differs us from the rest of the world population and makes us unique in our own way.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Family Goss-files
This year’s Raya has taught me quite a number of things about my mother’s family that I fail to notice all this while; my mother’s relatives have one thing they love to do in common – gossiping. As I joined their convoy to a few relatives’ Raya open house, I realized that the topic that they cover most in their conversations was the hottest and latest gossips about any of my other relatives. I was amazed by their very updated version of gossips on each family member and how they could alternate their gossip on one family member to the other.
The other day while I was listening intensely to their conversations I got to know about my cousin sister that I hadn’t seen for quite sometimes, about her wedding arrangement that’s being planned out of her approval and how her father (my uncle) didn’t say a word about the wedding which was solely organized by my uncle’s ex-wife. I never really like this uncle of mine. According to my mother, this uncle is the ‘miang’ type of person. When he was still married to his ex-wife, he was busy wooing his new girlfriend (now his wife) who was back then working in Perak. I got to know that they got married in Thai, there was no proper wedding reception done. So, by then he had two wives; his ex-wife & his new wife. Sometimes later, I learnt that he had officially divorced the 1st wife. I wasn’t really sure of the main reason that led to their divorce but one thing for sure, it was the toughest time for his four children upon knowing that they were then a broken family. My uncle and my new aunt were then blessed with two children.
The latest that I heard about this uncle from my mother is that he’s been smooching around with a new girlfriend, a student in public university. According to my mom, this uncle has been complaining about my new aunt’s physical feature; her height. My new aunt is considered short compared to any average M’sian women. I could clearly recall my mom’s comment about my uncle’s statement, “when he was head over feet for aunt nor**** he failed to see her shortness and didn’t say anything about it. Now that he’s found a new love everything on her seems wrong”. My mom said that my uncle’s ex-wife made this remark to my new aunt when she got to know about my uncle’s latest update, “I’d gone thru my hard times, it’s your turn to go thru yours”.
Sometimes, I just don’t understand my uncle. What exactly does he look for and want from a woman? His ex-wife is always sweet, smart, warm and friendly. The only thing lacking with her (according to my uncle) is that she wasn’t good at doing house chores plus she is a few years senior than him. Come man, two bloody weaknesses should never outshine one’s strengths. And man, don’t ever forget that my mom did warn you over marrying a woman who’s a lot older that you. You even said this, “I don’t mind, I wanna be like Prophet Muhammad, he was a lot younger that Khadijah” to my mom’s remark. I was never proud to have an uncle like him, he’s the black sheep of the family. He is nothing like my grandpa. I didn’t know what went wrong that he doesn’t inherit sense of loyalty towards his wife from my grandpa. Maybe because my uncle favored my late grandma over my grandpa, so he may not wanna have anything in common with my grandpa. The other two uncles of mine are truly loyal to their respective wives; they intend to spend the rest of their lives with their loved ones and not seeking for new loves.
This is just one of the gossips that I learnt during my Raya celebration. I rarely go back to my kampung, so sometimes I think it was good to be in my kampung, you know just to update the bank of family gossips in my memory and the least is that I got to know more about my mother’s relatives. My only family gossip’s resource when I’m back in KL is my mother who gets to know about them thru my aunt. Well, that’s how the chain of gossips flows whenever I visit my mom at her place.
The other day while I was listening intensely to their conversations I got to know about my cousin sister that I hadn’t seen for quite sometimes, about her wedding arrangement that’s being planned out of her approval and how her father (my uncle) didn’t say a word about the wedding which was solely organized by my uncle’s ex-wife. I never really like this uncle of mine. According to my mother, this uncle is the ‘miang’ type of person. When he was still married to his ex-wife, he was busy wooing his new girlfriend (now his wife) who was back then working in Perak. I got to know that they got married in Thai, there was no proper wedding reception done. So, by then he had two wives; his ex-wife & his new wife. Sometimes later, I learnt that he had officially divorced the 1st wife. I wasn’t really sure of the main reason that led to their divorce but one thing for sure, it was the toughest time for his four children upon knowing that they were then a broken family. My uncle and my new aunt were then blessed with two children.
The latest that I heard about this uncle from my mother is that he’s been smooching around with a new girlfriend, a student in public university. According to my mom, this uncle has been complaining about my new aunt’s physical feature; her height. My new aunt is considered short compared to any average M’sian women. I could clearly recall my mom’s comment about my uncle’s statement, “when he was head over feet for aunt nor**** he failed to see her shortness and didn’t say anything about it. Now that he’s found a new love everything on her seems wrong”. My mom said that my uncle’s ex-wife made this remark to my new aunt when she got to know about my uncle’s latest update, “I’d gone thru my hard times, it’s your turn to go thru yours”.
Sometimes, I just don’t understand my uncle. What exactly does he look for and want from a woman? His ex-wife is always sweet, smart, warm and friendly. The only thing lacking with her (according to my uncle) is that she wasn’t good at doing house chores plus she is a few years senior than him. Come man, two bloody weaknesses should never outshine one’s strengths. And man, don’t ever forget that my mom did warn you over marrying a woman who’s a lot older that you. You even said this, “I don’t mind, I wanna be like Prophet Muhammad, he was a lot younger that Khadijah” to my mom’s remark. I was never proud to have an uncle like him, he’s the black sheep of the family. He is nothing like my grandpa. I didn’t know what went wrong that he doesn’t inherit sense of loyalty towards his wife from my grandpa. Maybe because my uncle favored my late grandma over my grandpa, so he may not wanna have anything in common with my grandpa. The other two uncles of mine are truly loyal to their respective wives; they intend to spend the rest of their lives with their loved ones and not seeking for new loves.
This is just one of the gossips that I learnt during my Raya celebration. I rarely go back to my kampung, so sometimes I think it was good to be in my kampung, you know just to update the bank of family gossips in my memory and the least is that I got to know more about my mother’s relatives. My only family gossip’s resource when I’m back in KL is my mother who gets to know about them thru my aunt. Well, that’s how the chain of gossips flows whenever I visit my mom at her place.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Wealth, Class and Status
While surfing thru the net, trying to get myself occupied, I chose to view a very familiar webpage – a webpage that is administered by a close friend of my hubby, a friend he knew back in school. As I was looking at the nice pics uploaded, and reading her entry for each update, I must say and admit that I envy her family status in the society. You know why? With the help of her family’s close and personal contact, she gets the pleasure of spreading her business’ wings. Imagine how long will it take for an average joe or jane with no close contact with the elite classes in society, in order to talk in them into business let alone convince them to hire the expertise or service that (s)he provided? It’s beyond my wildest imagination when these elite people could easily buy everything that is said by someone who’s in the same class as they. Would they give the same response to an average joe or jane who tried to talk them into business? I don’t think so. What kinda privilege that they possess in society that give them the right to look down at those who don’t belong in their so-called elite class? And most important of all, what does the person in your class have said that the average joe or jane didn’t say when they both were trying to talk you into business.
Sometimes, I think that nowadays people are valued for what they have, their possession and their status or class in society. Politicians claimed that democracy provides freedom and equal opportunity for all the people who elected them. Well, what is said is not what is done. If those people in the elite class keep on putting full thrust and giving opportunity to those within their class, I strongly believe that poverty and wealth will continuously be inherited and passed on from one generation to another.
I must also say that I do believe that everybody has equal chance to change their fate but I’d like to stress that it’ll take more effort for an average joe or jane to change their fate and quality of life compared to those who inherited the elite status from their parents. How do I proof myself right? Let’s analyse together shall we. Compare these two situations, an average joe/jane has nothing to start with - no hot leads, not a very strong financial aid, the only thing that they have is idea. On the other hand, this child born in the elite class, automatically inherits and builds strong connection with potential client, and most important of all monetary aid and support from family to start a business. All this child has to do is strengthens the connection, and at any given time easily sweet-talk them into business. Business and life are so much easier for this child as (s)he already has a strong and solid foundation to continuously live up his/her life. Everything that (s)he needs has been laid, all (s)he has to do is grab the chance when the average joe/jane had to work his/her ass up and learn the hardest way just to get a small business deal. So, this is what they call equal opportunity for all to compete, huh?!
I’m not fed-up of the way our government is maneuvered by the politicians or in anyway going against their rulings. I’m just sick and tired of the way things are set in our society, how the rich gets richer and the poor continuously stays in poverty or at least the next generation had to work hard just to get up a notch in the society hierarchy. If this goes on, we’re actually cultivating a very unhealthy competition in not just business industry but most of all, life. Maybe some of you think how does unequal business opportunity relate to chances in life? Well, let’s ponder at another situation. An average joe/jane could only afford to go to average school, while a child from elite class is sent to most of the time, infamous private school that’s well know for best educational institution. And the list goes on, on how fortunate the child from elite class can be. I’m just writing about business and education just to name a few.
Now, imagine the bigger picture and how wealth, class and status in society impact one’s quality of life and most of all the opportunity to change one’s fate.
P/s: I’m not babbling about this out of regret for being born as an average jane in fact I’m grateful to be average jane because I get the chance to strive and work hard to succeed. And what better way to learn a lesson than the hard way.
Sometimes, I think that nowadays people are valued for what they have, their possession and their status or class in society. Politicians claimed that democracy provides freedom and equal opportunity for all the people who elected them. Well, what is said is not what is done. If those people in the elite class keep on putting full thrust and giving opportunity to those within their class, I strongly believe that poverty and wealth will continuously be inherited and passed on from one generation to another.
I must also say that I do believe that everybody has equal chance to change their fate but I’d like to stress that it’ll take more effort for an average joe or jane to change their fate and quality of life compared to those who inherited the elite status from their parents. How do I proof myself right? Let’s analyse together shall we. Compare these two situations, an average joe/jane has nothing to start with - no hot leads, not a very strong financial aid, the only thing that they have is idea. On the other hand, this child born in the elite class, automatically inherits and builds strong connection with potential client, and most important of all monetary aid and support from family to start a business. All this child has to do is strengthens the connection, and at any given time easily sweet-talk them into business. Business and life are so much easier for this child as (s)he already has a strong and solid foundation to continuously live up his/her life. Everything that (s)he needs has been laid, all (s)he has to do is grab the chance when the average joe/jane had to work his/her ass up and learn the hardest way just to get a small business deal. So, this is what they call equal opportunity for all to compete, huh?!
I’m not fed-up of the way our government is maneuvered by the politicians or in anyway going against their rulings. I’m just sick and tired of the way things are set in our society, how the rich gets richer and the poor continuously stays in poverty or at least the next generation had to work hard just to get up a notch in the society hierarchy. If this goes on, we’re actually cultivating a very unhealthy competition in not just business industry but most of all, life. Maybe some of you think how does unequal business opportunity relate to chances in life? Well, let’s ponder at another situation. An average joe/jane could only afford to go to average school, while a child from elite class is sent to most of the time, infamous private school that’s well know for best educational institution. And the list goes on, on how fortunate the child from elite class can be. I’m just writing about business and education just to name a few.
Now, imagine the bigger picture and how wealth, class and status in society impact one’s quality of life and most of all the opportunity to change one’s fate.
P/s: I’m not babbling about this out of regret for being born as an average jane in fact I’m grateful to be average jane because I get the chance to strive and work hard to succeed. And what better way to learn a lesson than the hard way.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri
With raya song humming in my head, I'd like to wish all my muslim friends "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf zahir & batin". This year, my hubby & I have decided to celebrate the 1st day of raya at my parents' place in Subang. We may be heading back to my hubby's kampung on the night of raya, so that we'll be able to reach his kampung before dawn of the 2nd day of raya. We intend to avoid traffic that's predicted to be heavy by raya & devali eve.
We plan to spend a night at his kampung, and for the following couple of days we'll be at my parents' kampung cause I've been begging him to go visit my grandpa. After that, we'll spend one more day at my hubby's kampung before we head back to KL on Tues, 8 nov. I've planned to meet up my ex-school mates who'll be celebrating their raya in the northern region.
I always thought that this year we'll be able to throw a house warming party & raya open house for our friends, but my prediction was wrong. We may have to stay at my in-laws' place for a longer period to give way for the renovation to be completed. Sorry guys, looks like I won't be able to invite you guys to my open house. Hopefully, the house will be ready by next year.
Again, "Selamat hari raya to all" and not forgetting the Hindus who'll be celebrating Deepavali, "Happy Divali". I'm trying to make my hubby buy me one of those Indian costumes. I've always wanted to have one.
p/s: I'm not in a good mood. I've been gloomy since the day my tailor told me that she won't be able to finish with the sewing of my baju raya. A couple of days ago, I've been trying to get a ready-made kebaya but no size fits me :-( Sedey, uwaaaa.
We plan to spend a night at his kampung, and for the following couple of days we'll be at my parents' kampung cause I've been begging him to go visit my grandpa. After that, we'll spend one more day at my hubby's kampung before we head back to KL on Tues, 8 nov. I've planned to meet up my ex-school mates who'll be celebrating their raya in the northern region.
I always thought that this year we'll be able to throw a house warming party & raya open house for our friends, but my prediction was wrong. We may have to stay at my in-laws' place for a longer period to give way for the renovation to be completed. Sorry guys, looks like I won't be able to invite you guys to my open house. Hopefully, the house will be ready by next year.
Again, "Selamat hari raya to all" and not forgetting the Hindus who'll be celebrating Deepavali, "Happy Divali". I'm trying to make my hubby buy me one of those Indian costumes. I've always wanted to have one.
p/s: I'm not in a good mood. I've been gloomy since the day my tailor told me that she won't be able to finish with the sewing of my baju raya. A couple of days ago, I've been trying to get a ready-made kebaya but no size fits me :-( Sedey, uwaaaa.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Nasi Ulam Bonda
It's been a while since the last time I updated my blog. Sempena bulan Ramadhan ni, nk la kongsi cite ttg betapa keinginan aku menggunung utk berbuka puase dgn Nasi ulam. Some of you may wonder, ape ke menatang nasi ulam tu? Nasi ulam doesn't much intro for those from Kedah sbb nasi ulam ni org2 Kedah je yg tahu care2 nk menyediakannye/menjamahnye.
Last weekend, I went to my parents place. Mase tgh menyediakan juadah berbuka puase, trus ku khabarkn kpd ibuku hasrat utk mkn nasi ulam. Sejak awal Ramadhan lg mmg aku dh kebulur nk mkn nasi ulam, udah pueh mencari kt psr ramadhan yg ade hanyela nasi kerabu. Dpt peluang berbuke umah bonda, ku gunekan peluang itu sebaik mungkin. Bonda pon bgtau dia br jek mkn mase aritu dia balik kampung. Kebetulan, bonda br pulang dr kampung halaman - byk la ulam2 yg dibwk pulang ke pekan. Girangnya rasa hati tidak terkira, makanan yg diidam2kan akhirnya dpt jugak.
Aku bkn le arif sgt ttg care nk sediakn nasik ulam, ptg tu aku jd pembantu bonda kt dapur. Aku ikut jek perintah bonda. Bonda suruh hiris halus2 ulam, aku buat, bonda suruh tumbuk bhn2, aku tumbuk. Mmg agak remeh penyediaan nasi ulam, tp sbb nk mkn punye psl, aku wat jek dan hasil nye sungguh LAZAT. T'ubat la skang rasa rindu pada masakan arwah nenda (nasi ulam ni arwah nenda yg paling pandai masak & sebetulnye rindu kt semua masakan arwah nenda).
At one time, I miss my late grandma's cooking so much that I dreamt of her cooking for me. In that dream, I told her how much I miss her. I cried my heart out, and she was weeping as she listened to my complaints.
Last weekend, I went to my parents place. Mase tgh menyediakan juadah berbuka puase, trus ku khabarkn kpd ibuku hasrat utk mkn nasi ulam. Sejak awal Ramadhan lg mmg aku dh kebulur nk mkn nasi ulam, udah pueh mencari kt psr ramadhan yg ade hanyela nasi kerabu. Dpt peluang berbuke umah bonda, ku gunekan peluang itu sebaik mungkin. Bonda pon bgtau dia br jek mkn mase aritu dia balik kampung. Kebetulan, bonda br pulang dr kampung halaman - byk la ulam2 yg dibwk pulang ke pekan. Girangnya rasa hati tidak terkira, makanan yg diidam2kan akhirnya dpt jugak.
Aku bkn le arif sgt ttg care nk sediakn nasik ulam, ptg tu aku jd pembantu bonda kt dapur. Aku ikut jek perintah bonda. Bonda suruh hiris halus2 ulam, aku buat, bonda suruh tumbuk bhn2, aku tumbuk. Mmg agak remeh penyediaan nasi ulam, tp sbb nk mkn punye psl, aku wat jek dan hasil nye sungguh LAZAT. T'ubat la skang rasa rindu pada masakan arwah nenda (nasi ulam ni arwah nenda yg paling pandai masak & sebetulnye rindu kt semua masakan arwah nenda).
At one time, I miss my late grandma's cooking so much that I dreamt of her cooking for me. In that dream, I told her how much I miss her. I cried my heart out, and she was weeping as she listened to my complaints.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Car hit
Yesterday I was on medical leave, as usual it's the diarrhea attack that forced me to stay in bed. I'd to drag my feet to drive to the regular clinic. The doctor even noticed that my stomach could be easily attacked by diarrhea based on my medical report that he keeps. Seriously since I got married my stomach has become sensitive and allergic to overnight food.
Last Sunday, I forced my hubby & sons out for Raya shopping. We went to my favourite shopping stop, Mid Valley. It was about 12 pm yet the cars queuing to get a parking space was massive. As we were waiting for the long queue to move forward, we were halted by a minor car accident. The driver of the kelisa was already out of her car, barking from the top of her lung to the driver who hit her car bumper. Imagine this, she dashed out of her car the minute it was hit. She didn't even bother to move it a side before confronting the driver. Apparently her car was left in the middle of the junction, obstructing the rest of the queue to move. I was ticked off by the fact that it was just a very minimal accident that she wanted to make a big fuss over it.
Sometimes I just don't understand Msian drivers, they'll easily pissed off if other car accidently scratched theirs. It's just a scratch man, why must you put up a fight for something so small? People can't even see the scratch from afar. I remember there was one time when I was driving to work from Sg Buloh to Bkt Jalil. A waja was hit by a wira, I couldn't even notice the scratch on her car's bumper that had ticked her off. I really don't get it, I mean a car is just a car. If it happened to me, frankly I would just let it go. Well actually it happened to me once, a motorbike hit my car, the hit left a scratch on my car. The motorcyclist raised his hand as a sign of apology. I was cool, I raised my hand to say that it was fine. I'm not sure about other people, but to me if it ain't serious, I don't really mind. The most important thing to me is both parties are safe and sound, one could purchase and possess a car but one could never buy or repay others' life.
Last Sunday, I forced my hubby & sons out for Raya shopping. We went to my favourite shopping stop, Mid Valley. It was about 12 pm yet the cars queuing to get a parking space was massive. As we were waiting for the long queue to move forward, we were halted by a minor car accident. The driver of the kelisa was already out of her car, barking from the top of her lung to the driver who hit her car bumper. Imagine this, she dashed out of her car the minute it was hit. She didn't even bother to move it a side before confronting the driver. Apparently her car was left in the middle of the junction, obstructing the rest of the queue to move. I was ticked off by the fact that it was just a very minimal accident that she wanted to make a big fuss over it.
Sometimes I just don't understand Msian drivers, they'll easily pissed off if other car accidently scratched theirs. It's just a scratch man, why must you put up a fight for something so small? People can't even see the scratch from afar. I remember there was one time when I was driving to work from Sg Buloh to Bkt Jalil. A waja was hit by a wira, I couldn't even notice the scratch on her car's bumper that had ticked her off. I really don't get it, I mean a car is just a car. If it happened to me, frankly I would just let it go. Well actually it happened to me once, a motorbike hit my car, the hit left a scratch on my car. The motorcyclist raised his hand as a sign of apology. I was cool, I raised my hand to say that it was fine. I'm not sure about other people, but to me if it ain't serious, I don't really mind. The most important thing to me is both parties are safe and sound, one could purchase and possess a car but one could never buy or repay others' life.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
How sexy is Your Name?
According to studies, the first letter of your first name reveals your sexual identity
-A-
You are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action. You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get. You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up front person. When it comes to sex, it's action that counts not obscure hints. Your mate's physical attractiveness is important to you. You find the chase and challenge of the "hunt" invigorating. You are passionate and sexual as well as being much more adventurous than you appear; however, you do not go around advertising these qualities. Your physical needs are your primary concern.
-B-
You give off vibes of lazy sensuality. You enjoy being romanced, wined, and dined. You are very happy to receive gifts as an expression of the affection of your lover. You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate.
You are private in your expression of endearments and particularly when it comes to lovemaking. You will hold off until everything meets with your approval.
You can control your appetite and abstain from sex if need be. You require new sensations and experiences. You are willing to experiment.
-C-
You are a very social individual, and it is important to you to have a relationship. You require closeness and togetherness. You must be able to talk to your sex partner before, during, and after. You want the object of your affection to be socially acceptable and good looking. You see your lover as a friend and companion. You are very sexual and sensual, needing someone to appreciate and almost worship you. When this cannot be achieved, you have the ability to go for long periods without sexual activity. You are an expert at controlling your desires and doing without.
-D-
Once you get it into your head that you want someone, you move full steam ahead in pursuit. You do not give up your quest easily. You are nurturing and caring. If someone has a problem, this turns you on. You are highly sexual, passionate, loyal, and intense in your involvement, sometimes possessive and jealous. Sex to you is a pleasure to be enjoyed. You are stimulated by the eccentric and unusual, having a free and open.
-E-
Your greatest need is to talk. If your date is not a good listener, you have trouble relating. A person must be intellectually stimulating or you are not interested sexually. You need a friend for a lover and a companion for a bedmate. You hate disharmony and disruption, but you do enjoy a good argument once in a while it seems to stir things up.
You flirt a lot, for the challenge is more important than the sexual act for you, but once you give your heart away, you are uncompromisingly loyal.
When you don't have a good lover to fall asleep with, you will fall asleep with a good book. (Sometimes, in fact, you prefer a good look.)
-F-
You are idealistic and romantic, putting your lover on a pedestal. You look for the very best mate you can find. You are a flirt, yet once committed, you are very loyal. You are sensuous, sexual, and privately passionate.
Publicly, you can be showy, extravagant, and gallant. You are born
romantic.
Dramatic love scenes are your favorite fantasy pastime. You can be a
Very generous lover.
-G-
You are fastidious, seeking perfection within yourself and your lover.
You respond to a lover who is your intellectual equal or superior, and one who can enhance your status. You are sensuous and know how to reach the peak of erotic stimulation, because you work at it meticulously. You can be extremely active sexually that is, when you find the time. Your duties and responsibilities take precedence over everything else. You may have difficulty getting emotionally close to a lover, but no trouble getting close sexually.
-H-
You seek a mate who can enhance your reputation and earning ability. You will be very generous to your lover once you have attained a commitment.
Your gifts are actually an investment in your partner. Before the commitment, though, you tend to be frugal in your spending and dating
habits and equally cautious in your sexual involvement. You are a sensual and patient lover.
-I-
You have a great need to be loved, appreciated... Even worshipped. You enjoy luxury, sensuality, and pleasures of the flesh. You look for lovers who know what they are doing. You are not interested in an amateur, unless that amateur wants a tutor. You are fussy and exacting about having your desires satisfied. You are willing to experiment and try new modes of sexual expression. You bore easily and thus require sexual adventure and change.
You are more sensual than sexual, but you are sometimes downright lustful.
-J-
You are totally ing marvelous!
-K-
You can be very romantic, attached to the glamour of love. Having a partner is of paramount importance to you. You are free in your expression of love and are willing to take chances, try new sexual experiences and partners, provided it's all in good taste. Brains turn you on. You must feel that your partner is intellectually
stimulating, otherwise you will find it difficult to sustain the relationship. You require loving, cuddling, wining, and dining to know that you're being appreciated.
-L-
You are very romantic, idealistic, and somehow you believe that to love means to suffer. You wind up serving your mate or attracting people who have unusual troubles. You see yourself as your lover's savior. You are sincere, passionate, lustful, and dreamy. You can't help falling in love. You really enjoy stimulating yourself, though you are fairly new to it. You fantasize and get turned on by movies and magazines. You do not tell others of this secret life, nor of your sexual fantasies.
-M-
You are emotional and intense. When involved in a relationship, you
Throw your entire being into it. Nothing stops you; there are no holds barred.
You are all consuming and crave someone who is equally passionate and intense.
You believe in total sexual freedom. You are willing to try anything and everything. Your supply of sexual energy is inexhaustible. You also enjoy mothering your mate.
-N-
You are crap in bed. Much practice and learning is needed.
-O-
You are very interested in sexual activities yet secretive and shy about your desires. You can re-channel much of your sexual energy into making money and/or seeking power. You can easily have extended periods of celibacy. You are a passionate, compassionate, sexual lover, requiring the same qualities from your mate. Sex is serious business; thus you demand intensity and diversity, and are willing to try anything or anyone.
Sometimes your passions turn to possessiveness, which must be kept in check.
-P-
You are very conscious of social proprieties. You wouldn't think of
Doing anything that might harm your image or reputation. Appearances count, therefore, you require a good-looking partner. You also require an intelligent partner. Oddly enough, you may view your partner as your enemy;
A good fight stimulates those sex vibes. You are relatively free of
Sexual hang-ups. You are willing to experiment and try new ways of doing things.
You are very social and sensual; you enjoy flirting and need a good deal of physical gratification.
-Q-
You require constant activity and stimulation. You have tremendous physical energy. It is not easy for a partner to keep up with you, sexually or otherwise. You are an enthusiastic lover and tend to be attracted to people of other ethnic groups. You need romance, hearts and flowers, and lots of conversation to turn you on and keep you going.
-R-
You are a no-nonsense, action-oriented individual. You need someone who can keep pace with you and who is your intellectual equal the smarter the better. You are turned on more quickly by a great mind than by a great body.
However, physical attractiveness is very important to you. You have to be proud of your partner. You are privately very sexy, but you do not brag, you are willing to serve as teacher. Sex is important; you can be a very demanding playmate.
-S-
You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. You are very sexy, sensual, and passionate, but you do not let on to this. Only in intimate privacy will this part of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along.
-T-
You are very sensitive, private, and sexually passive; you like a partner who takes the lead. Music, soft lights and romantic thoughts turn you on.
You fantasize, but do not tend to fall in and out of love easily. When in love, you are romantic, idealistic, mushy, and extremely intense. You enjoy having your senses and your feelings stimulated,
titillated, and teased. You are a great flirt. You can make your
relationships fit your dreams, oftentimes all in your own head.
-U-
You are enthusiastic and idealistic when in love. When not in love, you are in love with love, always looking for someone to adore. You see romance as a challenge. You are a roamer and need adventure, excitement, and freedom.
You deal in potential relationships. You enjoy giving gifts and enjoy seeing your mate looking good. Your sex drive is strong and you desire instant ratification. You are willing to put your partner's pleasures above your own.
-V-
You are individualistic, and you need freedom, space, and excitement.
You wait until you know someone well before committing yourself. Knowing someone means psyching him out. You feel a need to get into his head to see what makes him tick. You are attracted to eccentric types. Often there is an age difference between you and your lover. You respond to danger, thrills, and suspense. The gay scene turns you on, even though you yourself may not be a participant.
-W-
You are very proud, determined, and you refuse to take no for an answer when pursuing love. Your ego is at stake. You are romantic, idealistic, and often in love with love itself, not seeing your partner as he or she really is.
You feel deeply and throw all of yourself into your relationships.
Nothing is too good for your lover. You enjoy playing love games.
-X-
You need constant stimulation because you bore quickly. You can handle more than one relationship at a time with ease. You can't shut off your mind.
You talk while you make love. You can have the greatest love affairs, all by yourself, in your own head.
-Y-
You are sexual, sensual, and very independent. If you can't have it your way, you will forgo the whole thing. You want to control your
relationships, which doesn't always work out too well. You respond to physical stimulation, enjoy necking and spending hours just touching, feeling and exploring.
However, if you can spend your time making money, you will give up the pleasures of the flesh for the moment. You need to prove to yourself and your partner what a great lover you are. You want feedback on your performance. You are an open, stimulating, romantic bedmate.
-Z-
For you, it is business before pleasure. If you are in any way bothered by career, business, or money concerns, you find it very hard to relax and get into the mood. You can be romantically idealistic to a fault and are capable of much sensuality. But you never lose control of your emotions. You are very careful and cautious before you give your heart away and your body, for that matter. Once you make the commitment, though, you stick like glue.
-A-
You are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action. You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get. You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up front person. When it comes to sex, it's action that counts not obscure hints. Your mate's physical attractiveness is important to you. You find the chase and challenge of the "hunt" invigorating. You are passionate and sexual as well as being much more adventurous than you appear; however, you do not go around advertising these qualities. Your physical needs are your primary concern.
-B-
You give off vibes of lazy sensuality. You enjoy being romanced, wined, and dined. You are very happy to receive gifts as an expression of the affection of your lover. You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate.
You are private in your expression of endearments and particularly when it comes to lovemaking. You will hold off until everything meets with your approval.
You can control your appetite and abstain from sex if need be. You require new sensations and experiences. You are willing to experiment.
-C-
You are a very social individual, and it is important to you to have a relationship. You require closeness and togetherness. You must be able to talk to your sex partner before, during, and after. You want the object of your affection to be socially acceptable and good looking. You see your lover as a friend and companion. You are very sexual and sensual, needing someone to appreciate and almost worship you. When this cannot be achieved, you have the ability to go for long periods without sexual activity. You are an expert at controlling your desires and doing without.
-D-
Once you get it into your head that you want someone, you move full steam ahead in pursuit. You do not give up your quest easily. You are nurturing and caring. If someone has a problem, this turns you on. You are highly sexual, passionate, loyal, and intense in your involvement, sometimes possessive and jealous. Sex to you is a pleasure to be enjoyed. You are stimulated by the eccentric and unusual, having a free and open.
-E-
Your greatest need is to talk. If your date is not a good listener, you have trouble relating. A person must be intellectually stimulating or you are not interested sexually. You need a friend for a lover and a companion for a bedmate. You hate disharmony and disruption, but you do enjoy a good argument once in a while it seems to stir things up.
You flirt a lot, for the challenge is more important than the sexual act for you, but once you give your heart away, you are uncompromisingly loyal.
When you don't have a good lover to fall asleep with, you will fall asleep with a good book. (Sometimes, in fact, you prefer a good look.)
-F-
You are idealistic and romantic, putting your lover on a pedestal. You look for the very best mate you can find. You are a flirt, yet once committed, you are very loyal. You are sensuous, sexual, and privately passionate.
Publicly, you can be showy, extravagant, and gallant. You are born
romantic.
Dramatic love scenes are your favorite fantasy pastime. You can be a
Very generous lover.
-G-
You are fastidious, seeking perfection within yourself and your lover.
You respond to a lover who is your intellectual equal or superior, and one who can enhance your status. You are sensuous and know how to reach the peak of erotic stimulation, because you work at it meticulously. You can be extremely active sexually that is, when you find the time. Your duties and responsibilities take precedence over everything else. You may have difficulty getting emotionally close to a lover, but no trouble getting close sexually.
-H-
You seek a mate who can enhance your reputation and earning ability. You will be very generous to your lover once you have attained a commitment.
Your gifts are actually an investment in your partner. Before the commitment, though, you tend to be frugal in your spending and dating
habits and equally cautious in your sexual involvement. You are a sensual and patient lover.
-I-
You have a great need to be loved, appreciated... Even worshipped. You enjoy luxury, sensuality, and pleasures of the flesh. You look for lovers who know what they are doing. You are not interested in an amateur, unless that amateur wants a tutor. You are fussy and exacting about having your desires satisfied. You are willing to experiment and try new modes of sexual expression. You bore easily and thus require sexual adventure and change.
You are more sensual than sexual, but you are sometimes downright lustful.
-J-
You are totally ing marvelous!
-K-
You can be very romantic, attached to the glamour of love. Having a partner is of paramount importance to you. You are free in your expression of love and are willing to take chances, try new sexual experiences and partners, provided it's all in good taste. Brains turn you on. You must feel that your partner is intellectually
stimulating, otherwise you will find it difficult to sustain the relationship. You require loving, cuddling, wining, and dining to know that you're being appreciated.
-L-
You are very romantic, idealistic, and somehow you believe that to love means to suffer. You wind up serving your mate or attracting people who have unusual troubles. You see yourself as your lover's savior. You are sincere, passionate, lustful, and dreamy. You can't help falling in love. You really enjoy stimulating yourself, though you are fairly new to it. You fantasize and get turned on by movies and magazines. You do not tell others of this secret life, nor of your sexual fantasies.
-M-
You are emotional and intense. When involved in a relationship, you
Throw your entire being into it. Nothing stops you; there are no holds barred.
You are all consuming and crave someone who is equally passionate and intense.
You believe in total sexual freedom. You are willing to try anything and everything. Your supply of sexual energy is inexhaustible. You also enjoy mothering your mate.
-N-
You are crap in bed. Much practice and learning is needed.
-O-
You are very interested in sexual activities yet secretive and shy about your desires. You can re-channel much of your sexual energy into making money and/or seeking power. You can easily have extended periods of celibacy. You are a passionate, compassionate, sexual lover, requiring the same qualities from your mate. Sex is serious business; thus you demand intensity and diversity, and are willing to try anything or anyone.
Sometimes your passions turn to possessiveness, which must be kept in check.
-P-
You are very conscious of social proprieties. You wouldn't think of
Doing anything that might harm your image or reputation. Appearances count, therefore, you require a good-looking partner. You also require an intelligent partner. Oddly enough, you may view your partner as your enemy;
A good fight stimulates those sex vibes. You are relatively free of
Sexual hang-ups. You are willing to experiment and try new ways of doing things.
You are very social and sensual; you enjoy flirting and need a good deal of physical gratification.
-Q-
You require constant activity and stimulation. You have tremendous physical energy. It is not easy for a partner to keep up with you, sexually or otherwise. You are an enthusiastic lover and tend to be attracted to people of other ethnic groups. You need romance, hearts and flowers, and lots of conversation to turn you on and keep you going.
-R-
You are a no-nonsense, action-oriented individual. You need someone who can keep pace with you and who is your intellectual equal the smarter the better. You are turned on more quickly by a great mind than by a great body.
However, physical attractiveness is very important to you. You have to be proud of your partner. You are privately very sexy, but you do not brag, you are willing to serve as teacher. Sex is important; you can be a very demanding playmate.
-S-
You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. You are very sexy, sensual, and passionate, but you do not let on to this. Only in intimate privacy will this part of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along.
-T-
You are very sensitive, private, and sexually passive; you like a partner who takes the lead. Music, soft lights and romantic thoughts turn you on.
You fantasize, but do not tend to fall in and out of love easily. When in love, you are romantic, idealistic, mushy, and extremely intense. You enjoy having your senses and your feelings stimulated,
titillated, and teased. You are a great flirt. You can make your
relationships fit your dreams, oftentimes all in your own head.
-U-
You are enthusiastic and idealistic when in love. When not in love, you are in love with love, always looking for someone to adore. You see romance as a challenge. You are a roamer and need adventure, excitement, and freedom.
You deal in potential relationships. You enjoy giving gifts and enjoy seeing your mate looking good. Your sex drive is strong and you desire instant ratification. You are willing to put your partner's pleasures above your own.
-V-
You are individualistic, and you need freedom, space, and excitement.
You wait until you know someone well before committing yourself. Knowing someone means psyching him out. You feel a need to get into his head to see what makes him tick. You are attracted to eccentric types. Often there is an age difference between you and your lover. You respond to danger, thrills, and suspense. The gay scene turns you on, even though you yourself may not be a participant.
-W-
You are very proud, determined, and you refuse to take no for an answer when pursuing love. Your ego is at stake. You are romantic, idealistic, and often in love with love itself, not seeing your partner as he or she really is.
You feel deeply and throw all of yourself into your relationships.
Nothing is too good for your lover. You enjoy playing love games.
-X-
You need constant stimulation because you bore quickly. You can handle more than one relationship at a time with ease. You can't shut off your mind.
You talk while you make love. You can have the greatest love affairs, all by yourself, in your own head.
-Y-
You are sexual, sensual, and very independent. If you can't have it your way, you will forgo the whole thing. You want to control your
relationships, which doesn't always work out too well. You respond to physical stimulation, enjoy necking and spending hours just touching, feeling and exploring.
However, if you can spend your time making money, you will give up the pleasures of the flesh for the moment. You need to prove to yourself and your partner what a great lover you are. You want feedback on your performance. You are an open, stimulating, romantic bedmate.
-Z-
For you, it is business before pleasure. If you are in any way bothered by career, business, or money concerns, you find it very hard to relax and get into the mood. You can be romantically idealistic to a fault and are capable of much sensuality. But you never lose control of your emotions. You are very careful and cautious before you give your heart away and your body, for that matter. Once you make the commitment, though, you stick like glue.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Grow up! You aren’t 14 anymore!
Last Friday, a colleague informed me about the latest issue in her marital life. Frankly, I never intend to poke my nose into others’ marital issues cause I don’t like others to interfere the wonderful marital life that my hubby & I are leading. Anyway, back to my colleague, she was telling me about the problem that she was facing with her hubby. I’m well aware that she’s in her 8th week’s pregnancy, and she’s carrying her third child. Her second child was only 12 months a couple of months ago. I’m also aware of her economical condition; her hubby hasn’t got a permanent employment yet plus the fact that she’s earning more than her hubby.
She told me that she had a fight with her hubby over her hubby’s habit of playing online gaming till late at night. And her hubby could be considered a hardcore player. She said, her hubby was complaining about not having much time for himself. Time away from the children and his wife; time to enjoy himself. I must admit that sometimes, married couples need a space for individual pleasure but if a spouse need very frequent period of time away from the family, that’s very intolerable. I know the fact that the couple got married at a very young age might be the contributing factor, but hey, my hubby and I got married in young too. Age doesn’t really matter, what matters is how you carry the responsibilities of being a husband to your wife, father to your children and leader of the family.
I was so pissed off when I learnt that his hubby would rather spend his time playing online game at cyber café till the middle of the night almost every single day. Hey man, you aren’t 14 anymore, grow up! You’ve got two kids looking up to you as their idol, the idol to guide them thru the facts of life. Don’t bullshit your wife with excuses like, ‘I need sometimes for myself’, ‘I want spare time to hang out with my friends’. I’m so raged to learn this. I mean, if you couldn’t handle the huge responsibilities, why did you take the vow of marrying her in the first place? Shit like, ‘I am the youngest in my siblings, that’s why I’m so immature’ is unacceptable especially when they're expecting their third child. The first two child’s births should have transformed you into a man with responsibilities. You should take the honour of being a father by behaving, thinking, and acting like one (jangan pandai buat anak jek, tp anak serah kt bini bulat2).
Maybe it’s true that one needs a space for individual pleasure and time away from the children. As for me and my hubby the best escapade from our children is the time that we get to spend together without the children ie a movie for just the two of us. Correct me if I’m wrong, marital life isn’t about individuality anymore, it’s about giving-and-taking, tolerance and most of all opening up more space in your heart for your loved ones, plus the spouses must also be willing to forgive and forget any wrong doings between them. Most important of all, don’t be ashamed to admit your mistake, there’s no such thing as embarrassment when it comes to saying sorry for things done.
She told me that she had a fight with her hubby over her hubby’s habit of playing online gaming till late at night. And her hubby could be considered a hardcore player. She said, her hubby was complaining about not having much time for himself. Time away from the children and his wife; time to enjoy himself. I must admit that sometimes, married couples need a space for individual pleasure but if a spouse need very frequent period of time away from the family, that’s very intolerable. I know the fact that the couple got married at a very young age might be the contributing factor, but hey, my hubby and I got married in young too. Age doesn’t really matter, what matters is how you carry the responsibilities of being a husband to your wife, father to your children and leader of the family.
I was so pissed off when I learnt that his hubby would rather spend his time playing online game at cyber café till the middle of the night almost every single day. Hey man, you aren’t 14 anymore, grow up! You’ve got two kids looking up to you as their idol, the idol to guide them thru the facts of life. Don’t bullshit your wife with excuses like, ‘I need sometimes for myself’, ‘I want spare time to hang out with my friends’. I’m so raged to learn this. I mean, if you couldn’t handle the huge responsibilities, why did you take the vow of marrying her in the first place? Shit like, ‘I am the youngest in my siblings, that’s why I’m so immature’ is unacceptable especially when they're expecting their third child. The first two child’s births should have transformed you into a man with responsibilities. You should take the honour of being a father by behaving, thinking, and acting like one (jangan pandai buat anak jek, tp anak serah kt bini bulat2).
Maybe it’s true that one needs a space for individual pleasure and time away from the children. As for me and my hubby the best escapade from our children is the time that we get to spend together without the children ie a movie for just the two of us. Correct me if I’m wrong, marital life isn’t about individuality anymore, it’s about giving-and-taking, tolerance and most of all opening up more space in your heart for your loved ones, plus the spouses must also be willing to forgive and forget any wrong doings between them. Most important of all, don’t be ashamed to admit your mistake, there’s no such thing as embarrassment when it comes to saying sorry for things done.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Salam Ramadhan
Salamsss,
Sempena bulan Ramadhan yang mulia ini aku nak mengambil kesempatan mengucapkan selamat berpuasa buat sume muslimin muslimat di seluruh dunia. Ucapan ini khusus untuk ex-cko sume, tibe2 t'ingat time pose kt IMU dolu2 especially bile ade jamuan berbuke pose. Sonok gak dpt lepak2 dgn student and staf2 IMU yg lain.
Sekali lagi selamat menjalankan ibadah puase dgn penuh keinsafan & byk2kn la amal di bulan ni, solat terawih jgn tuang.
Sempena bulan Ramadhan yang mulia ini aku nak mengambil kesempatan mengucapkan selamat berpuasa buat sume muslimin muslimat di seluruh dunia. Ucapan ini khusus untuk ex-cko sume, tibe2 t'ingat time pose kt IMU dolu2 especially bile ade jamuan berbuke pose. Sonok gak dpt lepak2 dgn student and staf2 IMU yg lain.
Sekali lagi selamat menjalankan ibadah puase dgn penuh keinsafan & byk2kn la amal di bulan ni, solat terawih jgn tuang.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Life, a bed of roses?
Have you ever been haunted by feeling of guilt and regret for very important life decisions? Do you wish that you could unwind the clock, turn back to the time when you were about to make the decision, and undo the steps that you’d taken? Last night, I’ve been thinking about the events that took place in my life that had taken me to where I am today. I felt regret about most of the events. I have just come to realise that I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes through out my life.
The first biggest mistake that I did was back in 1995, when I registered to a science boarding school. It was a compulsory for all the students to take up 10 subjects for the MCE exam. I was told that pure science students were given choice of either to take up Geography or Principle of Account as the tenth subject in the MCE exam. Please be reminded that this choice was only offered when we had been taught Geography half way through the semester. About half of the science stream students decided to gave up Geography subject and learn the Principle of Account. As for me, I thought that it’d be wiser to continue learning the subject since Geography had been taught since we were in Form 1. It didn’t turn out positive, I did badly for the paper and those who took Account got better results and the subject actually helped to boost their aggregate. I really regretted that I didn’t take Account because all this while I know that I do much better with subject that involve numbers. I’ve come to understand that those who took Account had more choices in field of studies selection to further their studies.
With a 9-aggregate for MCE, I got an offer to join one of the matriculation centers not far from my parents’ place. After the registration, I had come to understand that the students there were the selected ones, ie those with excellent result, mostly a 6-aggregate MCE holder. As an average student, I wasn’t good enough to be joining the crème of the cream. Almost 95% of them were true geniuses. I was always left in the dark when they could easily understand all the subjects taught. Despite this, I ended up with a three-pointer result. Once the programme was completed, I then had to make another important decision in my life, ie choosing my degree course.
This decision was the biggest step that took me to where I am currently. I was clueless in making up my mind over the courses offered. At first I thought of taking up engineering coz all this while I really enjoy learning subjects with a lot of numbers and principles in them. But a close cousin of mine said that engineering field isn’t meant for girls, and he suggested that I took Information Technology instead. Knowing that he used to study IT in college, I decided to go with his advice.
During my second year of studying IT, I started to realise that I didn’t have passion in the field instead I fell for literature. At this point, I thought that I’d be better off in the literature line. I voiced my decision to a close lecturer and my boyfriend (at present, my hubby), both disapproved it. They advised me to complete my degree course and said that I could divert to another line of studies during my masters degree (if I were to further my studies). It took me four years to finish my 1st degree when most of my coursemates managed to do it within three years. Studying something out of passion, what do you expect?
After graduation, time to get myself a job. At this point, I was fortunate compared to a number of my close friends. The good command of English was a credit for me to be employed. My first job didn’t involve much IT in it. So did my second employment. The first two employments dealt a lot with teaching people. At this point, I still I failed to realise that I have passion in communicating with people because I could naturally connect with them. Due to some mishaps, I decided to move on and thought that it was time for me to put my line of studies to practice. So, I got a job that dealt with IT after all but in the end I gave up practicing IT coz it didn’t suit me at all. I wasn’t meant to be doing the same thing over and over again, I couldn’t handle the pressure of doing the same task again and again. That was when I realized that I was much better off at my old workplace dealing with people. I really missed my old workplace, too bad that the department had been shut down due to disastrous management issues.
After a few months of heartaches with the IT thingy, I finally found a job in Cyberjaya, a job with my passion in it. Even though my current job doesn’t involve as much people compared to my second employment, it opens up opportunity for me to connect with the people on the floor.
I guess my life was always about experimenting and trying out things. I must admit that I keen to learn new things every day but I easily felt bad about myself when I experiment things that weren’t meant for me. This reminded me of an interview session I attended. The interviewer asked me where do I see myself in 5 years time. I was clueless then. Before I could speak up my mind, he jumped to conclusion that I’d end up being a mother of 5 with nothing much to be proud of. I was so pissed off back then. But today, when I finally come to my senses and analyse what he said, I still don’t have a clue of where I’ll be in five years time. My only target is to be wealthy someday, but I’m still trying to figure out the method to achieve this target.
I hope that I’ll be much wiser in making decisions. I realise that I couldn’t dump 100% of my problems and decision-makings to my hubby. I must grow up! I may be more than a quarter decade old, but my thinking doesn’t reflect my age. Sometimes I felt like I’m a sixteen-year-old girl trapped in an adult body. I’ll have to find a way to fix my own problems. God, please help me go through this long, winding journey of life.
The first biggest mistake that I did was back in 1995, when I registered to a science boarding school. It was a compulsory for all the students to take up 10 subjects for the MCE exam. I was told that pure science students were given choice of either to take up Geography or Principle of Account as the tenth subject in the MCE exam. Please be reminded that this choice was only offered when we had been taught Geography half way through the semester. About half of the science stream students decided to gave up Geography subject and learn the Principle of Account. As for me, I thought that it’d be wiser to continue learning the subject since Geography had been taught since we were in Form 1. It didn’t turn out positive, I did badly for the paper and those who took Account got better results and the subject actually helped to boost their aggregate. I really regretted that I didn’t take Account because all this while I know that I do much better with subject that involve numbers. I’ve come to understand that those who took Account had more choices in field of studies selection to further their studies.
With a 9-aggregate for MCE, I got an offer to join one of the matriculation centers not far from my parents’ place. After the registration, I had come to understand that the students there were the selected ones, ie those with excellent result, mostly a 6-aggregate MCE holder. As an average student, I wasn’t good enough to be joining the crème of the cream. Almost 95% of them were true geniuses. I was always left in the dark when they could easily understand all the subjects taught. Despite this, I ended up with a three-pointer result. Once the programme was completed, I then had to make another important decision in my life, ie choosing my degree course.
This decision was the biggest step that took me to where I am currently. I was clueless in making up my mind over the courses offered. At first I thought of taking up engineering coz all this while I really enjoy learning subjects with a lot of numbers and principles in them. But a close cousin of mine said that engineering field isn’t meant for girls, and he suggested that I took Information Technology instead. Knowing that he used to study IT in college, I decided to go with his advice.
During my second year of studying IT, I started to realise that I didn’t have passion in the field instead I fell for literature. At this point, I thought that I’d be better off in the literature line. I voiced my decision to a close lecturer and my boyfriend (at present, my hubby), both disapproved it. They advised me to complete my degree course and said that I could divert to another line of studies during my masters degree (if I were to further my studies). It took me four years to finish my 1st degree when most of my coursemates managed to do it within three years. Studying something out of passion, what do you expect?
After graduation, time to get myself a job. At this point, I was fortunate compared to a number of my close friends. The good command of English was a credit for me to be employed. My first job didn’t involve much IT in it. So did my second employment. The first two employments dealt a lot with teaching people. At this point, I still I failed to realise that I have passion in communicating with people because I could naturally connect with them. Due to some mishaps, I decided to move on and thought that it was time for me to put my line of studies to practice. So, I got a job that dealt with IT after all but in the end I gave up practicing IT coz it didn’t suit me at all. I wasn’t meant to be doing the same thing over and over again, I couldn’t handle the pressure of doing the same task again and again. That was when I realized that I was much better off at my old workplace dealing with people. I really missed my old workplace, too bad that the department had been shut down due to disastrous management issues.
After a few months of heartaches with the IT thingy, I finally found a job in Cyberjaya, a job with my passion in it. Even though my current job doesn’t involve as much people compared to my second employment, it opens up opportunity for me to connect with the people on the floor.
I guess my life was always about experimenting and trying out things. I must admit that I keen to learn new things every day but I easily felt bad about myself when I experiment things that weren’t meant for me. This reminded me of an interview session I attended. The interviewer asked me where do I see myself in 5 years time. I was clueless then. Before I could speak up my mind, he jumped to conclusion that I’d end up being a mother of 5 with nothing much to be proud of. I was so pissed off back then. But today, when I finally come to my senses and analyse what he said, I still don’t have a clue of where I’ll be in five years time. My only target is to be wealthy someday, but I’m still trying to figure out the method to achieve this target.
I hope that I’ll be much wiser in making decisions. I realise that I couldn’t dump 100% of my problems and decision-makings to my hubby. I must grow up! I may be more than a quarter decade old, but my thinking doesn’t reflect my age. Sometimes I felt like I’m a sixteen-year-old girl trapped in an adult body. I’ll have to find a way to fix my own problems. God, please help me go through this long, winding journey of life.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Another family affairs
It's been a while since the last time I updated my blog. The main reason: I didn't know what to type in, not much happened in my life ever since the last post, just normal routine I guess.
Yesterday, or last weekend I went to my parents' place just like my normal weekend ritual whenever my hubby had unsettled matters at work. After dropping my hubby at his office, I headed straight my parents' place with my two boys. As soon as I got there, my mommy asked me to send her to my aunt's place after Asar prayer to return the baju kurungs that she helped out with the stitching.
Once, we've all performed the Asar prayer, we were off to my aunt's place but prior to that, we dropped off my sister at the nearest bus stop. My sister had to get back to her college by 8.00pm. We arrived at my aunt's place at around 6pm. My aunt asked my mom to cook her heavenly “mee goreng basah” recipe. Once, we were done with all the cookings, we were all ready to stomach in the tasty mee goreng. This was when the interesting part peeped in.
My aunt told my mom about the latest news on their father ie my grandpa. Before I proceed with the details of my grandpa’s condition let me just highlight my closeness to him. I never really favour him when I was young compared to my late grandma, you see my late grandma was the one who baby-sat me most whenever my mom was 'unfit' to function as a mother. I won't elaborate more on my mom's 'unfitness'. Back to my grandpa, I always knew how much he loves my late grandma, he loves her so much that he chose not to re-marry even though it's been six years since my late grandma passed away. I remember how he used to tell me of all the details about their love for each other back in my school days, this was when I was schooling in the northern region. I was always touched by their wonderful love story and I've always expected how his life is gonna be like if my grandma 'left' him. My prediction was true, he's been dreaming of her ever since my grandma’s death. The last time I visited my grandpa was last year, a few days after raya, I've never contacted him since then.
My aunt said lately, none of my grandpa's children ie my aunt & uncles who are living nearby had never even bothered to pay a visit. I always knew that most of them have a lot of misunderstandings & controversial matters with my grandpa but I've never thought that they would go to the extreme of abandoning him. It's fortunate that an uncle & his family are still living with my grandpa, he's the only person that my grandpa could express his feelings to. The saddest part was, when my aunt told us of how my grandpa had to "tebalkan muka" & visit my uncles & aunt, when they should be the ones who visit him.
I was deeply touched with this latest news. How could they treat him that way? In his golden ages, all he wants is some sense of affection & love from his sons & daughters. I know how my uncles & aunts always fight each other over my grandpa’s wealth. I understand how lonely his life is right now, especially with my grandma’s absence. For years, he's been talking about his death, he told me once how he longed to die just to be with his loving wife, my grandma. I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks as I was typing this entry. I could imagine how would it feel like to be left out by your loved ones.
As soon as I got home, I told my hubby about this news, and how I desperately need to see my grandpa. I could clearly recall the day he sent me back to my hostel, how he guided me thru the route back to my hostel from his home, so that I wouldn't have to rely on him whenever I felt like visiting his home. My grandpa always taught me how to be independent, how to face life, how to be successful in life, how to tough. I guess that is why he was always strict with his children. I remembered how he likes to tell me stories about how things were back then, how he scolded my uncles and all, and this fact will always remain in my mind, he said something like this, “of all my grandchildren, you are the ones who enjoyed listening to my lectures & stories”. He said this when my sister and I were still young girls.
p/s: I really need to see my grandpa (sobbed). I wanna tell him how much I love him. I wanna thank him for all the things that he taught...
Yesterday, or last weekend I went to my parents' place just like my normal weekend ritual whenever my hubby had unsettled matters at work. After dropping my hubby at his office, I headed straight my parents' place with my two boys. As soon as I got there, my mommy asked me to send her to my aunt's place after Asar prayer to return the baju kurungs that she helped out with the stitching.
Once, we've all performed the Asar prayer, we were off to my aunt's place but prior to that, we dropped off my sister at the nearest bus stop. My sister had to get back to her college by 8.00pm. We arrived at my aunt's place at around 6pm. My aunt asked my mom to cook her heavenly “mee goreng basah” recipe. Once, we were done with all the cookings, we were all ready to stomach in the tasty mee goreng. This was when the interesting part peeped in.
My aunt told my mom about the latest news on their father ie my grandpa. Before I proceed with the details of my grandpa’s condition let me just highlight my closeness to him. I never really favour him when I was young compared to my late grandma, you see my late grandma was the one who baby-sat me most whenever my mom was 'unfit' to function as a mother. I won't elaborate more on my mom's 'unfitness'. Back to my grandpa, I always knew how much he loves my late grandma, he loves her so much that he chose not to re-marry even though it's been six years since my late grandma passed away. I remember how he used to tell me of all the details about their love for each other back in my school days, this was when I was schooling in the northern region. I was always touched by their wonderful love story and I've always expected how his life is gonna be like if my grandma 'left' him. My prediction was true, he's been dreaming of her ever since my grandma’s death. The last time I visited my grandpa was last year, a few days after raya, I've never contacted him since then.
My aunt said lately, none of my grandpa's children ie my aunt & uncles who are living nearby had never even bothered to pay a visit. I always knew that most of them have a lot of misunderstandings & controversial matters with my grandpa but I've never thought that they would go to the extreme of abandoning him. It's fortunate that an uncle & his family are still living with my grandpa, he's the only person that my grandpa could express his feelings to. The saddest part was, when my aunt told us of how my grandpa had to "tebalkan muka" & visit my uncles & aunt, when they should be the ones who visit him.
I was deeply touched with this latest news. How could they treat him that way? In his golden ages, all he wants is some sense of affection & love from his sons & daughters. I know how my uncles & aunts always fight each other over my grandpa’s wealth. I understand how lonely his life is right now, especially with my grandma’s absence. For years, he's been talking about his death, he told me once how he longed to die just to be with his loving wife, my grandma. I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks as I was typing this entry. I could imagine how would it feel like to be left out by your loved ones.
As soon as I got home, I told my hubby about this news, and how I desperately need to see my grandpa. I could clearly recall the day he sent me back to my hostel, how he guided me thru the route back to my hostel from his home, so that I wouldn't have to rely on him whenever I felt like visiting his home. My grandpa always taught me how to be independent, how to face life, how to be successful in life, how to tough. I guess that is why he was always strict with his children. I remembered how he likes to tell me stories about how things were back then, how he scolded my uncles and all, and this fact will always remain in my mind, he said something like this, “of all my grandchildren, you are the ones who enjoyed listening to my lectures & stories”. He said this when my sister and I were still young girls.
p/s: I really need to see my grandpa (sobbed). I wanna tell him how much I love him. I wanna thank him for all the things that he taught...
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
My 1st Love Letter
This morning while I was driving to work, I listened to ERA.fm. As usual, they would bring up a topic for listeners to send in stories relating to the topic of discussion and today’s topic was LOVE LETTER. I smiled listening to all the unique storied sent in. I’d really want to share my love letter story with the listeners but due to some mishaps I couldn’t do so.
Today I’d like to share my very 1st love letter with those who visit my blog. It happened more than a decade ago, 12 years to be precise. I was only 14 and still studying in form two when I got the letter. I could clearly recall the day I got the letter from this guy who used to sit beside me when we were in form one. It was Ramadhan, the fasting month was about to end. With the festive season just around the corner, all schools were scheduled for Aidilfitri break in a few days time. The Persatuan Agama Islam in my school decided to organize a Majlis Berbuka Puasa on our last day fasting in school before all students went off for the one-week school break. The ceremony started about half an hour before Maghrib prayer. After breaking fast during Maghrib, we enjoyed the meal prepared followed by performing the Maghrib prayer, after that followed by the Isyak prayer and lastly the Terawih & Witir prayers as all Muslims practiced in Ramadhan.
Once the ceremony was over, I packed my stuffs before my mom fetched me at school. While I was rushing down the stairs, this guy came to me, handed me an envelope and wished me Selamat Hari Raya. I presumed it was just a Raya greetings card coz I remembered he had done so the year before. But frankly, my heart pounded harder than normal when he approached to give me the envelope.
As soon as I got home, I quickly ran to my room & carefully unsealed the envelope. My assumption about the card being ordinary greeting card was wrong. It was a Raya greeting alright, but it was attached with a straight forward love letter. I read the letter line by line; he described his feelings towards me. I’d always knew that people like to teas us, they kept saying that we had feelings for each other ever since we sat next to each other in class when we were in form one, but I’d never thought that the teasing was for real especially the part where he had feelings for me.
After reading the letter, I didn’t know what to do with it. At first, I thought of replying the letter but I wasn’t sure how to write or what to write. The memory of me celebrating the festive season was very vague. A week had past, the school break was over, and I was still not sure what to do with the letter. I went to school as usual on the following day, but this time the feelings of guilt was haunting me. How could one react towards a classmate who handed you your very first love letter? I kept the letter for at least one week (I don’t really know for sure how long I kept it). I was clueless, I didn’t know how to react every time I saw him in class. His place was only one desk across me. I never talked to him since then, at last I decided to return the letter to the sender. This is another part that puzzled me, I wasn’t sure when or how or what should I say if I were to return it. The best way that I could think of was to put the envelope into the drawer of his desk. I was never sure when did he realize about its presence in his drawer & I didn’t intend to know.
A few months later, I heard that his family was shifting to Penang, his hometown. I never asked a thing about his move to Penang. Our class monitor had decided to throw a farewell party for him to acknowledge his contributions for helping us to beautify our class and won the weekly cleanliness award. I could clearly recall how I refused to attend the party just to avoid him and to show that no matter what happened I would stick to my decision of turning him down. With a number of people persuading me to go to the farewell party, I finally gave in. I even gave my photo to be enclosed in the photo album present that our class bought for him.
I vividly remember how my classmates tried so hard to snap a picture of us together and how they organized games for us to be playing together. Did I mention that I hate this guy? I hated him so much that I used to tell my little sister how I hated every single thing that he did. I even made fun of the way he walked. When I come to think of it, I never really had a valid reason for the strong hatred towards him.
Some of you may wonder, what happened to this guy that I hated so much? Guess what? The guy is the person that I’m living with; the guy that I hated is the same old guy that I married five years ago. I’ve never thought that we would end up marrying each other. It had never occurred to me that I’d be spending the rest of my life with the guy that I hated the most. That’s fate & life. Quoting from friend’s blog, “Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans”.
p/s: The love letter is still intact, he’s been keeping it with him all this while. We are keeping it safe for our children to read.
Today I’d like to share my very 1st love letter with those who visit my blog. It happened more than a decade ago, 12 years to be precise. I was only 14 and still studying in form two when I got the letter. I could clearly recall the day I got the letter from this guy who used to sit beside me when we were in form one. It was Ramadhan, the fasting month was about to end. With the festive season just around the corner, all schools were scheduled for Aidilfitri break in a few days time. The Persatuan Agama Islam in my school decided to organize a Majlis Berbuka Puasa on our last day fasting in school before all students went off for the one-week school break. The ceremony started about half an hour before Maghrib prayer. After breaking fast during Maghrib, we enjoyed the meal prepared followed by performing the Maghrib prayer, after that followed by the Isyak prayer and lastly the Terawih & Witir prayers as all Muslims practiced in Ramadhan.
Once the ceremony was over, I packed my stuffs before my mom fetched me at school. While I was rushing down the stairs, this guy came to me, handed me an envelope and wished me Selamat Hari Raya. I presumed it was just a Raya greetings card coz I remembered he had done so the year before. But frankly, my heart pounded harder than normal when he approached to give me the envelope.
As soon as I got home, I quickly ran to my room & carefully unsealed the envelope. My assumption about the card being ordinary greeting card was wrong. It was a Raya greeting alright, but it was attached with a straight forward love letter. I read the letter line by line; he described his feelings towards me. I’d always knew that people like to teas us, they kept saying that we had feelings for each other ever since we sat next to each other in class when we were in form one, but I’d never thought that the teasing was for real especially the part where he had feelings for me.
After reading the letter, I didn’t know what to do with it. At first, I thought of replying the letter but I wasn’t sure how to write or what to write. The memory of me celebrating the festive season was very vague. A week had past, the school break was over, and I was still not sure what to do with the letter. I went to school as usual on the following day, but this time the feelings of guilt was haunting me. How could one react towards a classmate who handed you your very first love letter? I kept the letter for at least one week (I don’t really know for sure how long I kept it). I was clueless, I didn’t know how to react every time I saw him in class. His place was only one desk across me. I never talked to him since then, at last I decided to return the letter to the sender. This is another part that puzzled me, I wasn’t sure when or how or what should I say if I were to return it. The best way that I could think of was to put the envelope into the drawer of his desk. I was never sure when did he realize about its presence in his drawer & I didn’t intend to know.
A few months later, I heard that his family was shifting to Penang, his hometown. I never asked a thing about his move to Penang. Our class monitor had decided to throw a farewell party for him to acknowledge his contributions for helping us to beautify our class and won the weekly cleanliness award. I could clearly recall how I refused to attend the party just to avoid him and to show that no matter what happened I would stick to my decision of turning him down. With a number of people persuading me to go to the farewell party, I finally gave in. I even gave my photo to be enclosed in the photo album present that our class bought for him.
I vividly remember how my classmates tried so hard to snap a picture of us together and how they organized games for us to be playing together. Did I mention that I hate this guy? I hated him so much that I used to tell my little sister how I hated every single thing that he did. I even made fun of the way he walked. When I come to think of it, I never really had a valid reason for the strong hatred towards him.
Some of you may wonder, what happened to this guy that I hated so much? Guess what? The guy is the person that I’m living with; the guy that I hated is the same old guy that I married five years ago. I’ve never thought that we would end up marrying each other. It had never occurred to me that I’d be spending the rest of my life with the guy that I hated the most. That’s fate & life. Quoting from friend’s blog, “Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans”.
p/s: The love letter is still intact, he’s been keeping it with him all this while. We are keeping it safe for our children to read.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Walking down the memory lane
With nothing much to do at work, I have all the time to walk down the memory lane - the precious moments in my life. The strongest memory that is coming back to my mind is the four years spent in the university. I could clearly see my fellow uni friends in my mind - Ct, Anad, Imah and Lin. I remember how I first got to know them. It was back in 1998, our registration day and our 1st day as freshmen enrolling for our IT degree. I'd just registered at late noon, when most of the housemates had done their unpacking. Frankly, I'm not a friendly person so it was never easy for me to start a conversation. Luckily, my mom was there helping me to settle my baggage. She started talking to one of them, it was Ct. And Ct with her ever talkative & friendly manner introduced herself & the rest of the bunch. That was how I got to know them, my mom. Then, parents were ushered to leave the hostel as we had to report for our orientation week. I don't wanna elaborate much on our orientation week.
Anyway, after 1 week of torturous orientation programme, we were asked to move to another block. We were transported to our new block with a bus. The bus was crammed up with all our stuffs. The sun was about to set when we got there. After unloading our stuffs and 'fighting' for our rooms, the two seniors who were staying there, took us to the nearest food stalls. We walked there, and our 1st journey to the stalls seemed too long & really tiring. When we got there, we were all swelled up by the many steps taken just to fill our grumbling stomach. After that 1st journey, we never complaint about the distance since we were so used to a lot of walking after that. My most memorable moment with them was when the 4 of us walked all the way from our house to the nearest shopping plaza. I could clearly hear how they teased me about my consciousness over my weight (i was a little plump back then, weighting 48 kg i always saw myself fat & ugly). I remembered Lin saying out loud, "look at Ina, look at her fatty tissue clinging around her fat legs. I'm so embarrassed to walk beside her". I must admit that I was an anorexic & sometimes I still see myself fat despite my 43kg weight. Our mission of going there was to measure our weight at the weighting fortune machine (the machine prints a fortune card with our weight on it)
As I'm sitting here typing & recalling the wonderful years spent with them, reminds me of the time when all of us became chatting maniacs. I could hardly recall who introduced us to the chatting craze, but what I know for sure the craze started when one of us bought a computer that came with modem. We took turn to chat coz the wireless thingy was way beyond our time. All of us started to log for distinguished nicks. My closest friend, Anad was the heavy chatter among us. I remembered how I hardly saw her slept at nite coz of her madness over chatting. She had come to the extreme of having a 'steady' chatting buddy. I couldn't tell exactly when did we get over the madness of chatting, but one thing that I remember most was one of my chatting friends sent a pict of him in the uni he was lecturing. I even had a special nick for him, my knight in shining armour (this was plainly because I was so indulged into Jude Deveraux's a knight in shining armour novel).
I know it’s impossible to note down all the special moments spent with them. But honestly, these close friends of mine have helped me tremendously to go thru life as a student in the uni especially Anad. We went a lot of things together, we had accident while riding your bike to our morning class just after I got furious with you over something. We even had to extend our study period because of our exam results. To all my friends in uni, Ct, Anad, Lin & Imah thanks for being a good friend. I really appreciate our friendship and especially to Anad, thanks so much for putting up with my temper. And to all the friends that I got to know during my schoolday, uni or during my employment, thanks for the valuable friendship.
Anyway, after 1 week of torturous orientation programme, we were asked to move to another block. We were transported to our new block with a bus. The bus was crammed up with all our stuffs. The sun was about to set when we got there. After unloading our stuffs and 'fighting' for our rooms, the two seniors who were staying there, took us to the nearest food stalls. We walked there, and our 1st journey to the stalls seemed too long & really tiring. When we got there, we were all swelled up by the many steps taken just to fill our grumbling stomach. After that 1st journey, we never complaint about the distance since we were so used to a lot of walking after that. My most memorable moment with them was when the 4 of us walked all the way from our house to the nearest shopping plaza. I could clearly hear how they teased me about my consciousness over my weight (i was a little plump back then, weighting 48 kg i always saw myself fat & ugly). I remembered Lin saying out loud, "look at Ina, look at her fatty tissue clinging around her fat legs. I'm so embarrassed to walk beside her". I must admit that I was an anorexic & sometimes I still see myself fat despite my 43kg weight. Our mission of going there was to measure our weight at the weighting fortune machine (the machine prints a fortune card with our weight on it)
As I'm sitting here typing & recalling the wonderful years spent with them, reminds me of the time when all of us became chatting maniacs. I could hardly recall who introduced us to the chatting craze, but what I know for sure the craze started when one of us bought a computer that came with modem. We took turn to chat coz the wireless thingy was way beyond our time. All of us started to log for distinguished nicks. My closest friend, Anad was the heavy chatter among us. I remembered how I hardly saw her slept at nite coz of her madness over chatting. She had come to the extreme of having a 'steady' chatting buddy. I couldn't tell exactly when did we get over the madness of chatting, but one thing that I remember most was one of my chatting friends sent a pict of him in the uni he was lecturing. I even had a special nick for him, my knight in shining armour (this was plainly because I was so indulged into Jude Deveraux's a knight in shining armour novel).
I know it’s impossible to note down all the special moments spent with them. But honestly, these close friends of mine have helped me tremendously to go thru life as a student in the uni especially Anad. We went a lot of things together, we had accident while riding your bike to our morning class just after I got furious with you over something. We even had to extend our study period because of our exam results. To all my friends in uni, Ct, Anad, Lin & Imah thanks for being a good friend. I really appreciate our friendship and especially to Anad, thanks so much for putting up with my temper. And to all the friends that I got to know during my schoolday, uni or during my employment, thanks for the valuable friendship.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Mating season
Mating season is the nickname my hubby gave to the school holiday. Why? It's simply because of the many wedding invitations that we got each time the school holiday peeps into the calendar. School holiday may be over by now, but some of the soon-to-be-wed couples chose to organise their wedding days after the shool holiday just to avoid the peak period of weddings. Why mating season some of you may wonder? I don't think that I need to elaborate. I'm sure the word wedding is self-explanatory.
Tonite, my hubby will be taking me & our sons to his friend's majlis akad nikah in Ampang. We were invited there as we aren't gonna be able to attend her wedding reception on 10th Sept. My hubby will be joining his office's trip to Genting Highlands on that day. I'm not really close to this friend of his, but my hubby is quite close to her cause he helped her a lot with her design subject when they were studying architecture together. Seems like she owed my hubby a favour.
Back to the mating season subject, we were supposed to attend quite a number of weddings last August but as I've mentioned in my a very hectic month post due to my hubby's tight deadlines I couldn't attend most of the wedding invitations. Attending wedding receptions always remind me of my wedding. Looking back to the five years ago event, made me feel lucky that I got married young. To some, it seems tougher to settle down at a young age cause most of us weren't financially stabil at that time. We were still studying with no fixed income when we married. I can't deny that it was truly tough during our first two years of marriage. We had to struggle to keep our family together & win some bread & butter. Even though it was tough I never regretted being married young, in fact I'm glad that we did so. When our friends are in the midst of finding soulmates & planning to settle down, we are already busy with educating & bringing up our children. I'm glad and proud that we're a few notches up from our friends. So to all my friends who've just got settle down, it's time for you guys to catch-up ;-p
Tonite, my hubby will be taking me & our sons to his friend's majlis akad nikah in Ampang. We were invited there as we aren't gonna be able to attend her wedding reception on 10th Sept. My hubby will be joining his office's trip to Genting Highlands on that day. I'm not really close to this friend of his, but my hubby is quite close to her cause he helped her a lot with her design subject when they were studying architecture together. Seems like she owed my hubby a favour.
Back to the mating season subject, we were supposed to attend quite a number of weddings last August but as I've mentioned in my a very hectic month post due to my hubby's tight deadlines I couldn't attend most of the wedding invitations. Attending wedding receptions always remind me of my wedding. Looking back to the five years ago event, made me feel lucky that I got married young. To some, it seems tougher to settle down at a young age cause most of us weren't financially stabil at that time. We were still studying with no fixed income when we married. I can't deny that it was truly tough during our first two years of marriage. We had to struggle to keep our family together & win some bread & butter. Even though it was tough I never regretted being married young, in fact I'm glad that we did so. When our friends are in the midst of finding soulmates & planning to settle down, we are already busy with educating & bringing up our children. I'm glad and proud that we're a few notches up from our friends. So to all my friends who've just got settle down, it's time for you guys to catch-up ;-p
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
A mother - child bond
Today while having lunch with a few of my office mates, I was struck by the mother - child bonding topic that we were discussing. We started to chat on the topic as we learned that one close office mate of ours had to send her son to her parents' place in Kuching. She's been requested to go to our office in Sydney to undergo a one-month training there. Normal mothers will weep upon knowing that they have to be away from their children for quite sometimes. When she was telling this to us, her eyes were filled with tears. As a mother of two boys, I fully understand the felling of being apart from the children.
I experienced this feeling for the first time when I had to attend the PTD assessment programme in Kluang, Johor. It was somewhere back in May, I got the letter from the SPA saying that I'd to undergo an assessment in order to qualify to the next round of the PTD selection. I was supposed to attend the selection held in KL but due to a training conducted at the office, I had to reschedule the assessment date as well as the venue. The nearest centre available was Kluang & Kuala Ketil but I chose to go to Kluang since my hubby is very familiar with that part of Msia.
We parted from Serdang right after maghrib prayer. After four hours of non-stop drive, we reached Kluang town. I remembered during our journey to Kluang, my in-laws who were back then staying in Segamat rang us a number of times to ensure we had a save journey. At about midnite, we reached Kluang town & headed straight to one of the hotels there.
Early the next morning, I packed our luggages & separated my luggage from my hubby's & my kids' baggages in case I had to stay in the hostel provided at the assessment centre. I really wished that they would allow me to stay at the nearest hotel instead of the hostel provided. It never occurred to me that it would be the day I had to be away from my children for a couple of days. After I registered myself into the assessment centre, I went to get the things needed and put them into the room provided. Then, I went straight to my hubby & kids who were awaiting in the car. That was the moment I had to wish farewell to my hubby & kids. It was the saddest moment in my life because I knew then I had to be apart from my family for a couple of days. It was the first time ever my cheeks were drenched with tears, to be away from the children that I love. The fact that I wouldn't be seeing them for a few days really strucked my heart. Even my children were crying. I hugged and kissed my hubby & kids. My two boys were screaming asking me to get back into the car. I told them, "Mama has to go to work", but it didn't stop them from crying. My hubby said, "It's just for a few days. We'll fetch you on Sunday". More tears ran down my cheeks when I saw them drove away & left the place heading to my in-laws' place in Segamat.
I could imagine my colleague's feelings to be apart from her son. That's how strong a mother - child bonding is. I couldn't understand how some of the so called mothers could easily get rid of their children after birth, some even dumped their babies in garbage cans. What were they thinking? How could they be so mean & cruel to the babies that they carried so close to their hearts for nine months? I was never fond of kids in my teen ages but after I got married & had my own kids my heart sank upon learning that some mothers turned into devils to dump their babies just to seal their sins. They should know that, Allah sees everything that one commits - one may veil it from others but Allah knows, there's nothing that one could hide away from Allah the Almighty.
I experienced this feeling for the first time when I had to attend the PTD assessment programme in Kluang, Johor. It was somewhere back in May, I got the letter from the SPA saying that I'd to undergo an assessment in order to qualify to the next round of the PTD selection. I was supposed to attend the selection held in KL but due to a training conducted at the office, I had to reschedule the assessment date as well as the venue. The nearest centre available was Kluang & Kuala Ketil but I chose to go to Kluang since my hubby is very familiar with that part of Msia.
We parted from Serdang right after maghrib prayer. After four hours of non-stop drive, we reached Kluang town. I remembered during our journey to Kluang, my in-laws who were back then staying in Segamat rang us a number of times to ensure we had a save journey. At about midnite, we reached Kluang town & headed straight to one of the hotels there.
Early the next morning, I packed our luggages & separated my luggage from my hubby's & my kids' baggages in case I had to stay in the hostel provided at the assessment centre. I really wished that they would allow me to stay at the nearest hotel instead of the hostel provided. It never occurred to me that it would be the day I had to be away from my children for a couple of days. After I registered myself into the assessment centre, I went to get the things needed and put them into the room provided. Then, I went straight to my hubby & kids who were awaiting in the car. That was the moment I had to wish farewell to my hubby & kids. It was the saddest moment in my life because I knew then I had to be apart from my family for a couple of days. It was the first time ever my cheeks were drenched with tears, to be away from the children that I love. The fact that I wouldn't be seeing them for a few days really strucked my heart. Even my children were crying. I hugged and kissed my hubby & kids. My two boys were screaming asking me to get back into the car. I told them, "Mama has to go to work", but it didn't stop them from crying. My hubby said, "It's just for a few days. We'll fetch you on Sunday". More tears ran down my cheeks when I saw them drove away & left the place heading to my in-laws' place in Segamat.
I could imagine my colleague's feelings to be apart from her son. That's how strong a mother - child bonding is. I couldn't understand how some of the so called mothers could easily get rid of their children after birth, some even dumped their babies in garbage cans. What were they thinking? How could they be so mean & cruel to the babies that they carried so close to their hearts for nine months? I was never fond of kids in my teen ages but after I got married & had my own kids my heart sank upon learning that some mothers turned into devils to dump their babies just to seal their sins. They should know that, Allah sees everything that one commits - one may veil it from others but Allah knows, there's nothing that one could hide away from Allah the Almighty.
Monday, September 05, 2005
UNTUK KE-5 TAHUN
Untuk ke-5 tahunnya,
Aku masih mengenggam janji,
Lafaz cintaku menjadikanmu isteriku;
Ku kucup dahimu terpahat restuku…
Untuk ke-5 tahunnya,
Kau telah berkorban untukku,
Segala kasih-sayang dan kesetiaanmu;
Segunung intan tak dapat ku lunaskan,
Untuk ke-5 tahunnya,
Kau menemaniku,
Dalam jaga dan lenaku;
Tiada lagi nyenyak tidur tanpamu,
Untuk ke-5 tahunnya,
Kau telah sinari hidup dengan cahaya mata,
Menyinarlah kasihku sehingga kepintu syurga;
Terbenam marahku ke lubuk neraka,
Oleh itu hari ini,
Untuk ke-5 tahunnya,
Aku masih tetap melafazkan;
Kata CINTA dari hatiku ke hatimu,
dr abgsayangina
Aku masih mengenggam janji,
Lafaz cintaku menjadikanmu isteriku;
Ku kucup dahimu terpahat restuku…
Untuk ke-5 tahunnya,
Kau telah berkorban untukku,
Segala kasih-sayang dan kesetiaanmu;
Segunung intan tak dapat ku lunaskan,
Untuk ke-5 tahunnya,
Kau menemaniku,
Dalam jaga dan lenaku;
Tiada lagi nyenyak tidur tanpamu,
Untuk ke-5 tahunnya,
Kau telah sinari hidup dengan cahaya mata,
Menyinarlah kasihku sehingga kepintu syurga;
Terbenam marahku ke lubuk neraka,
Oleh itu hari ini,
Untuk ke-5 tahunnya,
Aku masih tetap melafazkan;
Kata CINTA dari hatiku ke hatimu,
dr abgsayangina
5th wedding anniversary
Today is another episode of my boring day at work. Not much to do really, since I was having some problem to transfer my product upate to the publishing system in Sydney. The company that I'm working for is so multinational that it is owned by the Dutch, managed by Aussie & the production department is run by Asian. I don't really wanna highlight much about my employee in this update.
As I was typing this, the ring that's glittering on my middle finger keeps reminding me of the wonderful gifts that my hubby bought for me as our 5th anniversary wedding present. Yesterday, we went to one of the jewellers in Putrajaya. I've always longed to possess a diamond ring ever since my adulthood. But of course when we 1st got married, my hubby couldn't afford to buy one and the fact that we went to buy a wedding ring with his mother (my 'loving' mother-in-law) had stopped us from getting one of those white gold diamond ring. Yeah, typical elderly Malay woman will never approve purchase of jewellery with zero golden feature. I was a little frustrated back then, but what could I say? Long story short, my hubby & I had to agree to what she chose for us. In fact, I had to nod silently to all the choices she made for our wedding arrangements.
Anyway, back to our recent trip to the jewellery shop. I finally picked a white gold diamond ring after a couple hours of survey & a white gold plated bangle like bracelet. They were the best gifts that my hubby had ever presented to me after the Nokia phone. I felt bad that I didn't buy him anything, I've no idea what to give him since men's desire are so absolutely different from women. To my baby, thanks a million for the wonderful gifts. I really appreciate it. For five long years we've been together thru hard times & good times, I always pray for us to be together for the rest of our lives.
To my newly weeds friends, I'd like to wish you guys "selamat pengantin baru, selamat menempuh alam baru dgn penuh kesabaran, semoga berbahgia slalu hingga ke akhir hayat". I prefer not to use the phrase "semoga berkekalan ke anak cucu" because I've come across a few married couples who live happily together and got divorced once they started to have grandchildren. I'm saying this based on what had happened to a number of my aunts. Knowing that they divorced in their golden ages made me sour, to me the best thing in a wedding is having a life partner who'll spend the rest of his/her life with you in whatever situation. No matter how much one spends for their wedding reception, it won't value a single cent if one ended up parting from the person that you married. It's sad enough when children have grown up and started their life elsewhere with their own family but it's tragic when an elderly man/woman had to spend the rest of his/her life alone.
To my single friends, no rush in searching for your Mr/Ms Right or best said as soul mate. When the time comes, you'll find your soul mate & life partner with God's will. Just like a saying in Malay, "Jodoh pertemuan, ajal maut di tangan Allah. Manusia hanya merancang, Allah yang menentukan". Only Allah knows what is best for us.
As I was typing this, the ring that's glittering on my middle finger keeps reminding me of the wonderful gifts that my hubby bought for me as our 5th anniversary wedding present. Yesterday, we went to one of the jewellers in Putrajaya. I've always longed to possess a diamond ring ever since my adulthood. But of course when we 1st got married, my hubby couldn't afford to buy one and the fact that we went to buy a wedding ring with his mother (my 'loving' mother-in-law) had stopped us from getting one of those white gold diamond ring. Yeah, typical elderly Malay woman will never approve purchase of jewellery with zero golden feature. I was a little frustrated back then, but what could I say? Long story short, my hubby & I had to agree to what she chose for us. In fact, I had to nod silently to all the choices she made for our wedding arrangements.
Anyway, back to our recent trip to the jewellery shop. I finally picked a white gold diamond ring after a couple hours of survey & a white gold plated bangle like bracelet. They were the best gifts that my hubby had ever presented to me after the Nokia phone. I felt bad that I didn't buy him anything, I've no idea what to give him since men's desire are so absolutely different from women. To my baby, thanks a million for the wonderful gifts. I really appreciate it. For five long years we've been together thru hard times & good times, I always pray for us to be together for the rest of our lives.
To my newly weeds friends, I'd like to wish you guys "selamat pengantin baru, selamat menempuh alam baru dgn penuh kesabaran, semoga berbahgia slalu hingga ke akhir hayat". I prefer not to use the phrase "semoga berkekalan ke anak cucu" because I've come across a few married couples who live happily together and got divorced once they started to have grandchildren. I'm saying this based on what had happened to a number of my aunts. Knowing that they divorced in their golden ages made me sour, to me the best thing in a wedding is having a life partner who'll spend the rest of his/her life with you in whatever situation. No matter how much one spends for their wedding reception, it won't value a single cent if one ended up parting from the person that you married. It's sad enough when children have grown up and started their life elsewhere with their own family but it's tragic when an elderly man/woman had to spend the rest of his/her life alone.
To my single friends, no rush in searching for your Mr/Ms Right or best said as soul mate. When the time comes, you'll find your soul mate & life partner with God's will. Just like a saying in Malay, "Jodoh pertemuan, ajal maut di tangan Allah. Manusia hanya merancang, Allah yang menentukan". Only Allah knows what is best for us.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Shop till you drop
Yesterday I went to Mid-valley to shop for a few items that I've been longing to buy. I've been planning to do so since the beginning of the M'sia Mega Sale Carnival but my tight schedule had kept me away from the shopping centre for quite sometimes. I was kept hooked on to my clearing products one after another since they were coming in back to back non-stop up till yesterday. With a budget of RM300 in my hands, I bought myself a wallet, hand bag, two blouse and a pair of socks. I even bought a wallet for my dear hubby. It was a bit frustrating when I didn't have enough cash to buy a skirt that I like so much. I spent about 5 hours of wandering around Mid-valley from the south point to north point. Actually I've set the alarm on my phone to snooze at 4.00 pm. So, when my feet was aching due to almost non-stop of walking my phone alarm was beeping. I didn't realise that I've spent almost 5 hours there.
I got home around 5.00 pm. Before I fetch my kids from my baby-sitter's place, I tried on my new clothes and quickly emptied my old hand bag, put the things in it into the new one. I did the same to my old wallet. A quater to 6, I fetched my two boys. They saw the KFC I bought from Mid-val & helped themselves to it. That was when I realised that I was so exhausted from too much of walking. I slept at around 12 midnite.
About 3am, my hubby got home from his office. He's been busy working on the Dubai project for the past two weeks. I didn't complaint much since my budget to do some shopping for myself has finally been approved. I gave him the wallet that I bought for him, he did the same thing that I did earlier to my old wallet - emptied the old one & put them into the new one. Then, at 3.30am we were off to bed. Within a few minutes, he was already in deep slumber while I couldn't put myself to sleep. Why? I couldn't keep myself from thinking of the skirt that I saw at one the boutiques in mid-val. How I wished I had more cash to purchase it. You see, my hubby has a principle of not possessing a credit card. He said having one will definitely affect our financial budget. If one possesses one, one has the tendency of exceeeding the initial budget. I think I've complaint once or twice about us not having a credit card. As usual he'll give me a 15-minute lecture on the disadvantages of having one. I'm so looking forward to buying it if possible this coming weekend. I've even started to imagine myself in the skirt and the matching blouse that I bought =o)
I think if I had had more cash, I might spend all the cash that I had. Old habit dies hard - if my hubby is a workaholic & perfectionist, I'm the shoppaholic & imaginist (is there such word? maybe a 'dreamer' is a better description). This has been my nature since I was in my teen ages but my current status as a wife & mother of two boys doesn't permit me to connect intimately with this nature of mine. I'm really looking forward to another shopping trip, I just love to shop. I think most women love to shop. Maybe it's one of the women's nature & that is why there are more shopping selections for women, from clothings to shoes to hand bags to lingeries or to simplify it women have a wide selection to shop for from head to toe. Why? I think women buy things to complement their beauty & most of them don't hesitate to spend more to look even more beautiful. As for me, I shop to satisfy my lust for clothes & shoes =o)
I got home around 5.00 pm. Before I fetch my kids from my baby-sitter's place, I tried on my new clothes and quickly emptied my old hand bag, put the things in it into the new one. I did the same to my old wallet. A quater to 6, I fetched my two boys. They saw the KFC I bought from Mid-val & helped themselves to it. That was when I realised that I was so exhausted from too much of walking. I slept at around 12 midnite.
About 3am, my hubby got home from his office. He's been busy working on the Dubai project for the past two weeks. I didn't complaint much since my budget to do some shopping for myself has finally been approved. I gave him the wallet that I bought for him, he did the same thing that I did earlier to my old wallet - emptied the old one & put them into the new one. Then, at 3.30am we were off to bed. Within a few minutes, he was already in deep slumber while I couldn't put myself to sleep. Why? I couldn't keep myself from thinking of the skirt that I saw at one the boutiques in mid-val. How I wished I had more cash to purchase it. You see, my hubby has a principle of not possessing a credit card. He said having one will definitely affect our financial budget. If one possesses one, one has the tendency of exceeeding the initial budget. I think I've complaint once or twice about us not having a credit card. As usual he'll give me a 15-minute lecture on the disadvantages of having one. I'm so looking forward to buying it if possible this coming weekend. I've even started to imagine myself in the skirt and the matching blouse that I bought =o)
I think if I had had more cash, I might spend all the cash that I had. Old habit dies hard - if my hubby is a workaholic & perfectionist, I'm the shoppaholic & imaginist (is there such word? maybe a 'dreamer' is a better description). This has been my nature since I was in my teen ages but my current status as a wife & mother of two boys doesn't permit me to connect intimately with this nature of mine. I'm really looking forward to another shopping trip, I just love to shop. I think most women love to shop. Maybe it's one of the women's nature & that is why there are more shopping selections for women, from clothings to shoes to hand bags to lingeries or to simplify it women have a wide selection to shop for from head to toe. Why? I think women buy things to complement their beauty & most of them don't hesitate to spend more to look even more beautiful. As for me, I shop to satisfy my lust for clothes & shoes =o)
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Family politics
Yesterday I had to leave my two boys at my parents' place, the main reason as usual - my baby-sitter was unavailable. So, I had to travel to & fro Cyberjaya - Subang. I had to spend a nite there so that I could head off to Cyberjaya after subuh. I got to office around 8.30 am. Then, at 5 pm sharp I started to pack my things to leave office just to avoid the heavy traffic in Sunway & Subang airport since I've promised my mom I'll try to get back early. She wanted me to send her to my aunt's place. She was complaining the nite before that she was furious with my dad who failed to send her off that nite. The main reason why my mom desperately needed to go to my aunt's place - her younger brother (my pak jang) & his family are in town, visiting the relatives here. I reached my parents' place a quater to 6. My mom was packing her stuffs when my dad asked her, 'are you spending the nite there?', 'yes', she said.
At 6, we left Subang and rushed to Shah Alam. I could clearly see the sad look on my dad's face. I know that look; I could sense his emptiness & loneliness whenever mom left him alone with my two younger brothers. I just don't understand what was wrong with my mom. I realise that my dad isn't a romantic type & sometimes not so gentleman but I'm firm that he loves my mom. It's just that my dad isn't romantic & doesn't wanna show off his love for her. Sometimes, my parents acted like strangers even though they've been married for almost 28 years. I always tell this to my mom, 'dad loves you, it's just that he's not romantic. he doesn't know how to portray his love for you'. Maybe it’s hard to let out romance between my parents because their marriage was a match-make.
Anyway, back to my aunt & pak jang. We reached her home when maghrib azan was recited. I totally forgot about her message I got earlier, reminding me to SMS her before we parted to her home. I just remembered about it when we got there, so I SMSed her to let her know that we were coming over. She replied, telling us that she took my pak jang & family to my cousin sister’s place in Keramat. Subang is like less than half-hour ride from Shah Alam, she could’ve have dropped by Subang before going to Keramat. I really don’t understand this aunt of mine, sometimes I think she’s a two-face. In my mom presence, she’d say good things bout my mom but she’d say bad things bout her in her back. My aunt treats our relatives back in kampung with respect and nicely but when it comes to treating my mom, sometimes she treated her like s**t. It’s not as if when my mom spends a few nite there, problems will be resolved nor could my mom sit back & relax from doing house chores since she’s away from home. I remembered, when my mom spent nites there, she helped my aunt to do all the chores from cleaning to doing the laundry – almost every single f**king thing, just name it. I think it’s much better off if my mom stays at home & entertain my dad’s needs, pahala pon dapat. You see, my aunt is a tailor. So whenever the raya season is back, she’d beg my mom to spend a few nites at her place to help her finish all the ‘baju tempahan raya’. To be frank, I’ve never really liked her. Maybe that’s why I rarely took my family to visit her, just getting sick & tired of the way she treats my mom.
The weird thing is, my mom would easily pour out her feelings & problems she was facing with my dad to this aunt. I don’t understand how could my mom trust her despite knowing her two-face nature. If I were in my mom shoes I’d never reveal marriage problems to any of my relatives. Whenever I face a crisis with my hubby, we’d talk things thru. I trust my hubby more than I trust my relatives. Marital problems should be resolved by husband & wife. There should be no interference from other parties especially relatives. I must admit that I sometimes express my dissatisfaction about my hubby to my mom, and my mom would remind me of the positive things in a marriage. I don’t like my mom to tell my aunt about her marital problems plainly because my aunt would never provide positive advices like my mom did to me. She’d only make things worse. Sometimes I feel like my mom depended too much on her relatives without knowing that all this while my dad was always there for her, no matter what the situation was. The only thing lacking in my dad is he isn’t romantic. It’s really hard to change a person, especially if he came from a family that doesn’t show off and portray act of love & passion for one another. I hope someday my dad will try to reveal the romantic sense in him so that things will get better between them.
At 6, we left Subang and rushed to Shah Alam. I could clearly see the sad look on my dad's face. I know that look; I could sense his emptiness & loneliness whenever mom left him alone with my two younger brothers. I just don't understand what was wrong with my mom. I realise that my dad isn't a romantic type & sometimes not so gentleman but I'm firm that he loves my mom. It's just that my dad isn't romantic & doesn't wanna show off his love for her. Sometimes, my parents acted like strangers even though they've been married for almost 28 years. I always tell this to my mom, 'dad loves you, it's just that he's not romantic. he doesn't know how to portray his love for you'. Maybe it’s hard to let out romance between my parents because their marriage was a match-make.
Anyway, back to my aunt & pak jang. We reached her home when maghrib azan was recited. I totally forgot about her message I got earlier, reminding me to SMS her before we parted to her home. I just remembered about it when we got there, so I SMSed her to let her know that we were coming over. She replied, telling us that she took my pak jang & family to my cousin sister’s place in Keramat. Subang is like less than half-hour ride from Shah Alam, she could’ve have dropped by Subang before going to Keramat. I really don’t understand this aunt of mine, sometimes I think she’s a two-face. In my mom presence, she’d say good things bout my mom but she’d say bad things bout her in her back. My aunt treats our relatives back in kampung with respect and nicely but when it comes to treating my mom, sometimes she treated her like s**t. It’s not as if when my mom spends a few nite there, problems will be resolved nor could my mom sit back & relax from doing house chores since she’s away from home. I remembered, when my mom spent nites there, she helped my aunt to do all the chores from cleaning to doing the laundry – almost every single f**king thing, just name it. I think it’s much better off if my mom stays at home & entertain my dad’s needs, pahala pon dapat. You see, my aunt is a tailor. So whenever the raya season is back, she’d beg my mom to spend a few nites at her place to help her finish all the ‘baju tempahan raya’. To be frank, I’ve never really liked her. Maybe that’s why I rarely took my family to visit her, just getting sick & tired of the way she treats my mom.
The weird thing is, my mom would easily pour out her feelings & problems she was facing with my dad to this aunt. I don’t understand how could my mom trust her despite knowing her two-face nature. If I were in my mom shoes I’d never reveal marriage problems to any of my relatives. Whenever I face a crisis with my hubby, we’d talk things thru. I trust my hubby more than I trust my relatives. Marital problems should be resolved by husband & wife. There should be no interference from other parties especially relatives. I must admit that I sometimes express my dissatisfaction about my hubby to my mom, and my mom would remind me of the positive things in a marriage. I don’t like my mom to tell my aunt about her marital problems plainly because my aunt would never provide positive advices like my mom did to me. She’d only make things worse. Sometimes I feel like my mom depended too much on her relatives without knowing that all this while my dad was always there for her, no matter what the situation was. The only thing lacking in my dad is he isn’t romantic. It’s really hard to change a person, especially if he came from a family that doesn’t show off and portray act of love & passion for one another. I hope someday my dad will try to reveal the romantic sense in him so that things will get better between them.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
a very hectic month
August is the 'merdeka' or the indipendence month for Msia. Starting from August 1st up to yesterday, 22nd of the month I so busy working on multiple products. I've been frequently staying back late to quickly complete the job & catch-up with the deadlines. Since then, I so hooked on to the publishing system that I didn't even have enough time to update my blog. The only contributor who's been updating this blog is my hubby. To my hubby, thanks baby for keeping it updated.
Frankly, there's not much to update on. Maybe just to highlight that my hubby & I had been kept busy with works that we didn't even get to attend our friends' weddings. One important wedding that we missed would be Pizli & Liza's wedding - the love birds in IMU after Farah & Rahmat. Sorry guys, I couldn't be there.....my hubby & I had a very hectic schedule this month.
This month witnessed the best purchased ever in my marital life. My hubby bought a sony dvd digital video camera - a merchandise that we had been longing to buy. We've tried to use it for a couple of times & my sons really enjoyed being shoot and seeing themselves on tv. Now that we possess one, we could commemorate the wonderful moments in our life besides capturing it on still images. My hubby and I are looking forward to shoot those moments......
Frankly, there's not much to update on. Maybe just to highlight that my hubby & I had been kept busy with works that we didn't even get to attend our friends' weddings. One important wedding that we missed would be Pizli & Liza's wedding - the love birds in IMU after Farah & Rahmat. Sorry guys, I couldn't be there.....my hubby & I had a very hectic schedule this month.
This month witnessed the best purchased ever in my marital life. My hubby bought a sony dvd digital video camera - a merchandise that we had been longing to buy. We've tried to use it for a couple of times & my sons really enjoyed being shoot and seeing themselves on tv. Now that we possess one, we could commemorate the wonderful moments in our life besides capturing it on still images. My hubby and I are looking forward to shoot those moments......
Friday, August 19, 2005
BIARPUN
Biarpun kehidupan di dunia hanya sementara,
Tapi cintaku adalah untuk selamanya.
Biarpun kau dan aku bisa berubah,
Kenangan cinta tidak terlupa.
Biarpun aku kehilangan segalanya,
Asalkan aku tak hilang kasihmu,
Biarpun perjalanan kita beralih arah,
Jejak-jejak hidup kita masih kekal disitu,
Biarpun jasad ini menjadi kaku,
Rohku masih hidup dalam cintamu.
Biarpun masa terus berlari,
Kita masih tetap bersama berjalan,
Mengenggam tangan,
Dalam gelora CINTA ABADI.
dari aku yg mencintaimu sehingga mati...
Tapi cintaku adalah untuk selamanya.
Biarpun kau dan aku bisa berubah,
Kenangan cinta tidak terlupa.
Biarpun aku kehilangan segalanya,
Asalkan aku tak hilang kasihmu,
Biarpun perjalanan kita beralih arah,
Jejak-jejak hidup kita masih kekal disitu,
Biarpun jasad ini menjadi kaku,
Rohku masih hidup dalam cintamu.
Biarpun masa terus berlari,
Kita masih tetap bersama berjalan,
Mengenggam tangan,
Dalam gelora CINTA ABADI.
dari aku yg mencintaimu sehingga mati...
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
TANPAMU PEREMPUAN
Tanpamu perempuan,
Aku sunyi,
Aku sepi;
Aku sendiri
Tanpamu perempuan,
Hidup tidak bermakna,
Melihat tanpa warna;
Memandang tiada indah
Tanpamu perempuan,
Harta ini sia-sia,
Membeli tidak puas;
Memakai tidak kena
Tanpamu perempuan,
Perjalanan hidup ini tempang,
Luka liku hidup ini terus berdarah;
Aku lemah dan terhenti di pertengahan
Hadirlah perempuan dalam hidupku,
Ciptaan tuhan untukku,
Takdir jodoh ku bersamamu selamanya;
Sehingga aku pergi menemuiNya
Untuk perempuanku…WARDINA
Aku sunyi,
Aku sepi;
Aku sendiri
Tanpamu perempuan,
Hidup tidak bermakna,
Melihat tanpa warna;
Memandang tiada indah
Tanpamu perempuan,
Harta ini sia-sia,
Membeli tidak puas;
Memakai tidak kena
Tanpamu perempuan,
Perjalanan hidup ini tempang,
Luka liku hidup ini terus berdarah;
Aku lemah dan terhenti di pertengahan
Hadirlah perempuan dalam hidupku,
Ciptaan tuhan untukku,
Takdir jodoh ku bersamamu selamanya;
Sehingga aku pergi menemuiNya
Untuk perempuanku…WARDINA
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus
This year is my 5th wedding anniversary and for five consecutive years I've been married to my beloved hubby. To him, I am his 1st and last lover & as for me, he is my soal mate - the one person who really understands & who can stand arguing and listening to my nags. I'm grateful that despite the ups & downs, twists & turns, arguements & fights that we had faced through out our five years of marriage we are still united & our love for each other never fades.
Recently a good friend of mine, just divorced after a month plus of separation from her hubby. She shared most of her rough times from the separation & divorce with me. I listened & tried to lend a shoulder for her to cry on since she doesn't have anyone to turn to. I may not get a full understanding of what she'd to go thru but one thing that I'm certain of, I'm very grateful that 4JJI blessed my marriage to my hubby. Alhamdulillah, I still have a best friend to turn to during any mishaps ie my hubby and now I realise why 4JJI created men & women in total differences between them. Men are made to be stronger to protect women & women who are made with softer side instill in them to sooth the men during their mishaps and men & women are created with unique positive & negative elements or strengths & weaknesses to complement each other. For instance, women are more emotional but men are realist, so when a woman is facing an emotional situation the man is there to make her see the bright side of it and in a way soothes the woman.
Where am I leading this update? My point is a man's life is incomplete without a woman's presence in his life & vice-versa. Looking at my good friend's situation, I could never imagine how my life would be like without a husband to guide, assist & be by my side to face the obstacles of life. It could be said that I'm quite indipendent since I could drive myself to a place that I needed to go but I don't think that I'm strong enough to go thru this very challenging life especially with two boys under my belt.
The same goes with men. No matter how high their positions are at their offices and they may seem very organised at their work places but at home they still need women to handle their clothings. Not to mention attending to children that they breed. Most of the time, women had to answer the children's alarm in the middle of the night even though the women are exhausted of work. The abovementioned are not inclusive of the house-keeping & cooking part that women had to take charge of.
I'm not pointing finger to any party, my point is 4JJI created men & women to complement each other because what ever the weaknesses a man posseses will be complemented by a woman's strength & vice-versa. I'm totally against divorce, if possible I wish all married couples would live in joy for the rest of their life with their chosen life partner. The most important thing to bear in mind is, no matter how tough or difficult or challenging your obtacles is, your life partner is the best place for you to turn to.
Recently a good friend of mine, just divorced after a month plus of separation from her hubby. She shared most of her rough times from the separation & divorce with me. I listened & tried to lend a shoulder for her to cry on since she doesn't have anyone to turn to. I may not get a full understanding of what she'd to go thru but one thing that I'm certain of, I'm very grateful that 4JJI blessed my marriage to my hubby. Alhamdulillah, I still have a best friend to turn to during any mishaps ie my hubby and now I realise why 4JJI created men & women in total differences between them. Men are made to be stronger to protect women & women who are made with softer side instill in them to sooth the men during their mishaps and men & women are created with unique positive & negative elements or strengths & weaknesses to complement each other. For instance, women are more emotional but men are realist, so when a woman is facing an emotional situation the man is there to make her see the bright side of it and in a way soothes the woman.
Where am I leading this update? My point is a man's life is incomplete without a woman's presence in his life & vice-versa. Looking at my good friend's situation, I could never imagine how my life would be like without a husband to guide, assist & be by my side to face the obstacles of life. It could be said that I'm quite indipendent since I could drive myself to a place that I needed to go but I don't think that I'm strong enough to go thru this very challenging life especially with two boys under my belt.
The same goes with men. No matter how high their positions are at their offices and they may seem very organised at their work places but at home they still need women to handle their clothings. Not to mention attending to children that they breed. Most of the time, women had to answer the children's alarm in the middle of the night even though the women are exhausted of work. The abovementioned are not inclusive of the house-keeping & cooking part that women had to take charge of.
I'm not pointing finger to any party, my point is 4JJI created men & women to complement each other because what ever the weaknesses a man posseses will be complemented by a woman's strength & vice-versa. I'm totally against divorce, if possible I wish all married couples would live in joy for the rest of their life with their chosen life partner. The most important thing to bear in mind is, no matter how tough or difficult or challenging your obtacles is, your life partner is the best place for you to turn to.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Shape up 4 charity
Last Friday, 29th July at Cyberview Lodge resort the company that I'm working for launched the "Shape up 4 charity" programme. The programme aims to produce healthy workers by rewarding the team with highest dollar points with up to RM10k cash which is to be donated to a charity body. During the official launch we were all given a pocket file containing brochures on the programme, a CDROM on the 10,000 steps walking challenge, a measurement tape, a pedometer & a squeeze ball. Then, we were all divided into a few teams and given with some tasks to be completed within 2 hours. The tasks revolved around capturing photos of team members' posing as assigned. There were at least 8 photos potraying different task. The toughest assignment was to capture a photo with at least 3 team members balancing (on) sth. Me, & 3 other group members had to balance ourselves on the railing of a ram. You could clearly see me in theabove picture trying to balance myself. My position was the highest from the ground, so no one should mess around with me while I was perfoming this.
All tasks were completed within the time limit, so around 6.30 pm we were all gathered at the registration desk. We were ushered to the 'makan' place where we were supposed to answer trivia quiz before we were allowed to eat at around 7.15 pm. The food was great, almost all types of halal meat - you name it, there were chicken, beef, lamb, prawn, crab, & lobster. To the vegeterian, it was a wish come true when they learnt that the ever heavanly mozarella cheese was among the main dish for them. I helped myself to all the meat except for crab (susah la nk mkn ketam). Once, I was done with the meat, I went on to try the vegetarian dish just to balance out the types of food that I took that nite. Next, I picked a few of the desserts - the rich indulging & moist chocolate cake, caramel pudding & some fruits. After finishing the desserts I was really full, and I said to a team member who was in the organising committee, "this is not shaping up, this is building up". She chuckled and told me that when she looked at the menu, she had the same expression.
At around 8.15 pm, I had to drag my legs to head home since my tummy was so full. I didn't wait for the rest of the team since I know that most of them would be heading straight to the club there. When I got home, I'd totally forgotten about the 10k-step thing - all staffs are supposed to walk up to 10k steps per day. Last night, it rang my bell & today I'm wearing the pedometer in order to record the 10,000 steps that I'm about to make today. My resolution from today onward is to reach that 10,000 amount & probably to get in shape. [even though I'm quite slim enough ;o) losing a few more inches won't do any harm I guess]
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
senangnya dlm hati....
Sblm ni aku tak pernah tau kewujudan BLOG kat internet sehingga la kawan aku perkenalkan blog dia kt aku. Mase tu rase heran & tertanye-tanye, "camne le dorg ni bole ade blog ek? camne dorg update? camne BLOG ni b'fungsi?" Skang baru le aku tau (bodoh tak utk seorg IT graduate yang tak alert langsung on blogging thingy?) . Seronok gak rupe2nye ade BLOG ni, bole tulis ape shj yg tersemat di ati & fikiran, bole suke2 ati nk kutuk sesape pon mcm member aku sowg ni suke sgt tulih kemarahan dia t'hdp msian federal gomt - ade je la yg x kena pada dia, walaupon byk yg dia ckp tu aku sendiri sependapat dgn dia. Ade member aku lg sowg, fanatik gile dgn AF smp hasil nukilan BLOG dia pon byk b'kisar ttg perkembangan AF & penuntut2 AF. Yang bagus nye bile kebykan kawan2 aku ade BLOG, I can easily update myself on my friends' happenings. Jadi aku tak perlu nk email/phone dorg lagi. Kalu bace BLOG dorg rase cam dorg ade kt depan mate aku je smbl m'ceritakan suke duke idup dorg.
Ape yg aku nk ckp kt sini? Kesimpulannye, aku rase seronok & suke sgt semenjak ade BLOG sendiri ni, aku bole luahkan segala ape yg t'buku dlm kepala otak aku & dlm ati aku walaupon aku tau bape kerat sgt le org yg nk bace blog aku ni. Yang penting kepala otak & hati aku tak sarat dgn ape2 yg aku rase & pikirkan waktu aku taip dlm update blog.
Ape yg aku nk ckp kt sini? Kesimpulannye, aku rase seronok & suke sgt semenjak ade BLOG sendiri ni, aku bole luahkan segala ape yg t'buku dlm kepala otak aku & dlm ati aku walaupon aku tau bape kerat sgt le org yg nk bace blog aku ni. Yang penting kepala otak & hati aku tak sarat dgn ape2 yg aku rase & pikirkan waktu aku taip dlm update blog.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Time after time
Time passes by in just a blink of eyes. I could clearly recall my younger years especially my childhood - the best years of my life. Back in 1989, I was only 1o years old - standard 4, primary school, my father was still working for the Royal Air Force and we were staying in the spacious 'mat salleh' quaters. It was a semiD with small field which had enough room for me & my five younger siblings.
My days usually started off at 6.30 am, I rose and went straight to the bathroom. My mom prepared toast which I hardly touched for breakfast. Around 7.00 am (it was still dark), me & my younger sister headed off to the spot where the school bus dropped & fetched us. By the time we reached the spot, a whole bunch of at least 15 Air Force staff's children were already there waiting for the bus. It was no ordinary school bus, it was the air force staff's bus. Sometimes, the driver came with the big army truck if the bus wasn't vacant. I personally prefer riding the truck to school than the bus so did the rest of my friends. I never knew why but I guess it distinguished us (the Royal Air Force's kids) from the rest of the pupils at school & made us look more 'cool' than ordinary kids. Rides on truck was more fun & challenging. We had to climb up the truck coz usually trucks don't come with 'tangga'. We arrived at school around 7.30 am.
The school was special, that was what my last headmaster said. It was special because it was the only school in KL that was away from the city hustle while the rest of the school children around KL had to put up with traffic everyday. The only thing that bugged us during our school hours were the aero transports ie air force's helicopters & airplanes. Two other factors that made the school special were: (1) Chinese graveyard which was situated across our school field and (2) the Alice Smith's International Sch neibouring our school. I remember how my friends & I envied the facilities that our neighbour had, they had fully equipped gym & swimming pool. My friend & I always waited for an opportunity to speak to any one the kid from the school, just to practice conversing in English with a 'mat salleh'.
I couldn't really remember what I did during school hours, just focussing on subjects taught I guess coz the only thing that I could recall was that I hardly revised my studies at home. I'd finished my homeworks at school coz I didn't wanna bring them home, if I brought them home I wouldn't have time to finish them since I'd my own agenda after school.
After school hours, I waited for the bus to fetch us with my friends (I had a bad habit of abandoning my sister during school hours, I ignored her most of the time). We got home around 2.00 pm, then we had to change & prepare ourselves for 'mengaji' quran class. Sometimes when I didn't feel like going to the class, I'd pretend to be asleep so that I didn't have to attend the class. Anyway, the class was quite far - it was like a walk down the hill to get to the class. I didn't remember much of this also, all I could remember was I did very well for my 'jawi' writing. The quran class finished before Asar prayer.
By the time 'azan berkumandang', me & my 4 younger siblings reached home. We quickly changed. Then, we were all set to go to our favourite place - the public swimming pool for Air Force staff & family. The 'short-cut' route to the pool was tricky, we had to go thru bushes, back alley & an eerie looking temple just to get there. The challenging journey never stopped us from going to the pool. We always looked forward to swimming, well actually none of us were good swimmers, it was just that we liked to be in the pool.
After at least 2 hours in the pool, we went home. When we got home, we would play the 'kejar-kejar' game before we got in the house. Sometimes, if there were good tv programmes we'd skip 'kejar-kejar' game & dashed in to watch our favourite programmes. Some of our favourite were: (1) the English series such as Full House, Growing Pains, The Brady Bunch, 6 Million Dollar Man, and Bionic Woman (2) Animated series such as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle & Transformers (3) Japanese translated series such as Meoro Attack, Chiaki, and Satria Baja Hitam.
After watching one of the series, my father would have to drag us to the bathroom with his belt in his hand (marah le org tua tu, dh maghrib tp blom mandi & maseh dok ngadap tv). With tears running on our cheeks, we bathed & performed Maghrib prayer. The rest of the night was history coz I remember very vaguely of what we did at nights.
My days usually started off at 6.30 am, I rose and went straight to the bathroom. My mom prepared toast which I hardly touched for breakfast. Around 7.00 am (it was still dark), me & my younger sister headed off to the spot where the school bus dropped & fetched us. By the time we reached the spot, a whole bunch of at least 15 Air Force staff's children were already there waiting for the bus. It was no ordinary school bus, it was the air force staff's bus. Sometimes, the driver came with the big army truck if the bus wasn't vacant. I personally prefer riding the truck to school than the bus so did the rest of my friends. I never knew why but I guess it distinguished us (the Royal Air Force's kids) from the rest of the pupils at school & made us look more 'cool' than ordinary kids. Rides on truck was more fun & challenging. We had to climb up the truck coz usually trucks don't come with 'tangga'. We arrived at school around 7.30 am.
The school was special, that was what my last headmaster said. It was special because it was the only school in KL that was away from the city hustle while the rest of the school children around KL had to put up with traffic everyday. The only thing that bugged us during our school hours were the aero transports ie air force's helicopters & airplanes. Two other factors that made the school special were: (1) Chinese graveyard which was situated across our school field and (2) the Alice Smith's International Sch neibouring our school. I remember how my friends & I envied the facilities that our neighbour had, they had fully equipped gym & swimming pool. My friend & I always waited for an opportunity to speak to any one the kid from the school, just to practice conversing in English with a 'mat salleh'.
I couldn't really remember what I did during school hours, just focussing on subjects taught I guess coz the only thing that I could recall was that I hardly revised my studies at home. I'd finished my homeworks at school coz I didn't wanna bring them home, if I brought them home I wouldn't have time to finish them since I'd my own agenda after school.
After school hours, I waited for the bus to fetch us with my friends (I had a bad habit of abandoning my sister during school hours, I ignored her most of the time). We got home around 2.00 pm, then we had to change & prepare ourselves for 'mengaji' quran class. Sometimes when I didn't feel like going to the class, I'd pretend to be asleep so that I didn't have to attend the class. Anyway, the class was quite far - it was like a walk down the hill to get to the class. I didn't remember much of this also, all I could remember was I did very well for my 'jawi' writing. The quran class finished before Asar prayer.
By the time 'azan berkumandang', me & my 4 younger siblings reached home. We quickly changed. Then, we were all set to go to our favourite place - the public swimming pool for Air Force staff & family. The 'short-cut' route to the pool was tricky, we had to go thru bushes, back alley & an eerie looking temple just to get there. The challenging journey never stopped us from going to the pool. We always looked forward to swimming, well actually none of us were good swimmers, it was just that we liked to be in the pool.
After at least 2 hours in the pool, we went home. When we got home, we would play the 'kejar-kejar' game before we got in the house. Sometimes, if there were good tv programmes we'd skip 'kejar-kejar' game & dashed in to watch our favourite programmes. Some of our favourite were: (1) the English series such as Full House, Growing Pains, The Brady Bunch, 6 Million Dollar Man, and Bionic Woman (2) Animated series such as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle & Transformers (3) Japanese translated series such as Meoro Attack, Chiaki, and Satria Baja Hitam.
After watching one of the series, my father would have to drag us to the bathroom with his belt in his hand (marah le org tua tu, dh maghrib tp blom mandi & maseh dok ngadap tv). With tears running on our cheeks, we bathed & performed Maghrib prayer. The rest of the night was history coz I remember very vaguely of what we did at nights.
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