In my most loving memory of...

Nik Zaima bt Nik Abdul Aziz.

In the ferry... on our way to Pulau Tuba...

It's been slightly over 2 weeks and I'm finally getting a grip of the fact that... I have to really bid farewell to Zaima. Her passing feels like a dream... Sometimes I still feel like it's just that we haven't contacted each other for quite some time. If I emailed her, she will reply... If I called, I will hear her cheerful voice again...

But, all that is not going to happen... The truth is, I have lost a dear friend, forever...

Are 2 weeks too short to grieve over a great loss? I think not, but I'm moving on... We all have to. There are times when I miss her and then I'll be sad again. But I can almost hear her comforting words...

Zaima and I have been friends since we were 18. That's our first year in matriculation. We were in the same class. I don't remember how we first became friends. But Zaima has always been a friendly person, so it must be her who started our friendship, since I was known as someone who had (maybe still has...) the 'don't talk to me' kind of face.

Even though I don't remember the start, I do remember spending a lot of time with her... all the sweet memories... For someone like me, who has a mood like the 'English weather', even a tiny little thing can trigger my anger. But, as far as I remember, Zaima never made me angry... except when people hurt her and she just let them, which made me furious. That's the only time.

I love spending time with Zaima. I remember how we helped her auntie baked 7 big marble cakes, which was my first cake baking experience. That was a fun day! I remember my first time eating 'terung burung' and all sorts of other ulams at her grandma's house. I remember lying together on her bed, talking, laughing, singing, napping, sleeping and... sharing... a lot of sharing. I remember our early Saturday morning drills... and I also remember how I had to 'rescue' her from being 'attacked' at Kolej Perwaja. Only God knows how much time I spent with her. We were such good friends that my mom let me travel alone, by a night express bus from KL to Kelantan just so I can be with her on her wedding day.

Between Zaima and myself, I always thought that I would go first because she took such great care of her health. One dinner at her grandma's house, she prepared a purple 'nasi ulam'. She really enjoyed her dinner that night... but I had to ask 'Zaima, nasi putih takde ke?' Hahahahaaa... that was funny. And while we wanted to buy 'chocolate indulgence' for our small get together at her house, she asked for 'trans-fat free peach cake' which didn't sound appetizing to us and looked dry to me... but she later told me it was delicious.

Zaima that I knew was a very sweet and beautiful person. She's truly kind-hearted, generous, smart and funny. I regret never telling her this, but the thing that I admire most about Zaima is that she's a very soft person, but she's also very strong. I don't know how she did it but that's just who she was...

There's a saying 'whom that God loves most, will be called first'. In Zaima's case, I believe this is true for it is impossible not to love her. I have another regret... I should have spent more time with her as a friend should. Ever since we completed matriculation and stepped into degree, we went different ways. Different courses, different classes, different co-curriculum activities, different colleges. We rarely met. But the thing about Zaima, she always made me want to keep in touch with her... and she always made the effort first. Maybe because she knew how lazy I am to pick up the phone to make a call (this is a habit that I'll try to lose from now on) But even after graduation, after we started working, after she got married... we were always in touch.

I hardly ever kissed any of my friends. It's the same between Zaima and me. We always hugged and 'touched cheeks' though. I'm glad I kissed her when she was in the hospital, while she was still concious. She looked at me when I talked to her, even though she couldn't focus. I'm not sure whether she knew it was me. But still, I hope she knew I was there and I hope she knew that I love her.

Great friends are hard to find... unfortunately for me, I have lost one of them... and Nik Zaima is irreplaceable.

To her husband Azizul, her daughter Aisyah, her son Adam, her mother, her father, sisters, brothers and the rest of her family, I'm sure you know how much Zaima loved you and what all of you meant to her. We will always miss her... But we know that she's safe and happy now. We will meet her again, in heaven, eventually. InsyaAllah.

To Zaima, my prayers are always with you... I'm missing you my dear friend...

Al-Fatihah.

Holding on...

I still cannot believe that it happened. After 4 days, it still feel unreal. I went to sleep crying and hoping that when I wake up, what had happened was only a dream.

At this age, I should know better. But, even as an adult it's hard to cope with the fact that someone you hold dearly in your heart have left you forever.

I should have written a memoir for my dear friend earlier, I know. But, there are a lot of feelings and thoughts that I don't know how to express... I think mostly because I refuse to talk or write about her in past tense... it hurts...

A few others have blogged about her. You can read from there first. Mine will come much later.

http://rosediana.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-her-zaima.html
http://www.arejae.com/blog/apa-itu-meningitis.html
http://jenntayu.blogspot.com/2008/11/andai-ku-tahu.html
http://mazddaud.blogspot.com/2008/11/tolong-doakan-ye.html

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Dearest Zaima,
I'm missing you already... and I'll be missing you always...
wishing that you're still here...
My prayers are with you...
Semoga Zaima sentiasa berada dalam peliharaan dan kasih sayang Allah.
Love, hugs & kisses..

What is the price of humanity?

Apparently not much.

On the Petronas gas station robbery case in Kuala Kangsar yesterday, the price of humanity was less than 1000 ringgit.

http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2008&dt=1113&pub=Utusan_Malaysia&sec=Jenayah&pg=je_02.htm


For less than 1000 ringgit, a good man lost his life.
For less than 1000 ringgit, a wife lost a husband.
For less than 1000 ringgit, children lost their father.
For less than 1000 ringgit... society had lost, a lot... compassion, kindness, mercy... safety...

According to police investigation, the victim didn't even have a slight chance to fight back. Those heartless beast stormed into the gas station counter and slashed the victim to death.

In a blink of an eye, a human lost his humanity.

Dato' Haron Din once said, this is the most terrifying thing that can happen.

What have money turned them into?
What have money turned us into?
Have we ever stopped to ponder?

In the world with booming civilization, although a bit of economic setbacks lately, we depend a lot on pieces of papers... with faces and pictures of what we don't care. Only the value it represents matters... even though it has been so crumpled up.

For these pieces of papers, some people went to 'extra' length to have it...
Robberies...
Kidnappings...
Drugs...
Prostitution...
Deception...
Extortion...
Bribery...
Adultery...
Murder...
The list goes on...

Those pieces of papers are more valuable than pride, honour and self- respect...

Those who did all that, have so many excuses why they did it.
Those who didn't, have so little reasons why they don't.

It the end, it all comes back to who you are and who you like to be.

I found doa that is good for us to practise. May we are not so influenced and may our minds not so cluttered with the matter of $$$.

(sorry this is in Malay )

Ertinya:“Ya Allah , Yang Maha Kaya dan Terpuji,
Ya Tuhan Maha Pencipta, tempat kembali,
Aku memohon kepada-Mu nikmat rezeki yang halal;
sehingga aku tidak memerlukan lagi kepada yang haram,
Kayakanlah aku dengan nikmat kurnia-Mu,
Ya Tuhan Yang Tiada Lain Daripada-Mu,
Dengan rahmat-Mu wahai Yang Maha Pengasih dan Penyayang,Yang Maha Kaya dan Pemberi Rezeki,
Ya Tuhan Yang Banyak Memberi, Tuhan yang Maha Agung dan Maha Mulia.” http://nurjeehan.hadithuna.com/doa-memohon-murah-rezeki/

Keep praying that good will always overcome evil.

May those beasts be captured soon. The evil part of me pray that they won't be spared. But only Allah knows what's best.

Take good care y'all!

Divorce - My Piece of Mind

I meant to write about this for quite sometime now... but the latest 'Abby & Norman' case really gives me the urge to post my piece of mind on this topic.

To start off, I have nothing against divorce. Once, when I was younger, my too idealistic mind insisted that everybody must fight and defend their marriage. In fact, once you get married, that's it. If the word 'divorce' is in your dictionary, then don't trouble yourself with marriage at all.

Now, I'm a few years olders (ehem.. ehem..), I've seen how marriages rocked. I've seen it happened to relatives, close friends and friends. I've seen how hard they struggled, how hard they endured the pain, how deep they were hurt just to keep the marriage going. Most of the times the rocking happened more than once. But they persisted. That made me wonder the strength of human heart. Where did they get so much energy?

Everytime I asked, why are you fighting so hard for your marriage? Their first answer was, it's for the children... I don't believe this is true because from what I saw, all the arguments and all the fights only gave negative impact towards their children. Some of the children told me how their parents fought with unstoppable tears and asked me what have they done to deserve all that. How do I answer that question? So in this case, I don't think children really are the first priority. I don't know what is the main reason people defended their marriage so hard. I guess I have to be married first before I can truly comprehend this situation.

A few things I think I know... marriages will definitely rock, first if there is a third person, second... incapable partners. Not the other way around. This is only from observation. I don't analyze or keep statistics on this. But, I've seen how a few marriages kept going even though only one person is taking the responsibility and the other one just hitching a ride. They survived. But the moment there's a third person, that's it.

Another thing I think I know is that we human beings are selfish. We think about what we want first, then others. I know a parent's instinct (especially mother's) is different but imagine that your husband or wife having an affair. Won't you think about how you feel first?

So I guess, if your marriage rocks, please don't use your children as an excuse. Think about what you really want first. Think with a clear, logical and practical mind and make sure you get good advice. Your children depend on you. If you can be happy, they can be happy too. There's no use fighting for the wrong cause and hoping for a colorful ending. If you think you've had it, why torturing yourself? Life is too short to be gloomy all the time. So don't waste it.

It's a good thing that I wrote about this. Hopefully I'll be reminded by my own words...

A little note... marriage is a responsibility of both husband and wife. Marriage is not always a joyride. If you want to get married just because you're in love, you might want to stop and evaluate just how deep and how long that love will last? Are you mentally, emotionally, physically and financially ready? Even though I mentioned financial last, doesn't mean it's the least important. *wink* So, please be responsible. Once you got married, it's not going to be only about you. It's still acceptable if you want to suffocate life out of you. Just don't drag others too... ok?

Alrighteyyy... that's all from me, for now. I pray for a happy and blissful life for you and me.

Michael Bolton - Go The Distance

I have often dreamed, of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome, would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face
And a voice keeps saying, this is where I'm meant to be

I'll be there someday, I can go the distance
I will find my way, if I can be strong
I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while
When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate
Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you
And a thousand years, would be worth the wait
It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through

And I won't look back, I can go the distance
And I'll stay on track, no, I won't accept defeat
It's an uphill slope, but I won't lose hope
Till I go the distance, and my journey is complete

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star, I will go the distance
I will search the world, I will face its harms
I don't care how far, i can go the distance
Till I find my hero's welcome, waiting in your arms

I will search the world, I will face its harms
Till I find my hero's welcome, waiting in your arms

5 Important Lessons

There are more important lessons in life. But these 5 that I got from my leng lui (Mun Shih) friend today, provide clear examples on how creative life is in educating.

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1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:

'What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?'

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

'Absolutely,' said the professor. 'In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello.'

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:3 0 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s.. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached..

It read:
'Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away.. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.'

Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him..

'How much is an ice cream sundae?' he asked.

'Fifty cents,' replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

'Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?' he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

'Thirty-five cents,' she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins.

'I'll have the plain ice cream,' he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies..

You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.

4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness... The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.

I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, 'Yes I'll do it if it will save her.' As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek.

Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.

He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, 'Will I start to die right away'.

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her but he had chosen to save her anyway.

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Always be kind y'all!

Sister Hazel - Change Your Mind

Hey, Hey
Did you ever think
There might be another way
To just feel better,
Just feel better about today

Oh no
If you never want to have
To turn and go away
You might feel better,
Might feel better if you stay

Bridge
Yeah yeah
I bet you haven't heard
A word I've said
Yeah yeah
If you've had enough
Of all your tryin'
Just give up
The state of mind you're in…

Chorus
If you want to be somebody else,
If you're tired of fighting battles with yourself
If you want to be somebody else
Change your mind...

Hey hey
Have you ever danced in the rain
Or thanked the sun
Just for shining- just for shining
Or the sea?
Oh no- take it all in
The world's a show
And yeah, you look much better,
Look much better when you glow

Bridge & Chorus

Hey hey
what ya say
We both go and seize the day
'cause what's your hurry
what's your hurry anyway

Bridge & Chorus

Give More = Get More

Lunch hour today, while waiting for my friend, I stopped by an Islamic book booth. Browsing through the colorful rows of books, all with interesting titles, one particular book caught my attention. I don’t remember the title now, but it was about how to ease your financial burden and reduce your debts. It was written by Ustazah Siti Nor Bahyah with two of her friends.

I started to flip the pages and the first opened page was about how the devils always scare us of giving and donating and always whisper to our ears and hearts that we will become poor by these actions.

It struck to me... 'that’s why I always feel my money is not enough even though I’m earning more than I used to’.

I believe that this is a fact... you will not have any problem in your cash flow if you are always generous.

I’ve seen evidence of this by the actions of my parents. They are not rich people and their earnings are just enough to cover their needs and their family. But, this doesn’t stop them from helping others, particularly financially. My father is worse. If someone asked to borrow some money, all he heard was ‘I need help’. He didn’t think whether that person still owe him some money from before or whether the person will pay him back.

A lot of times, ungrateful human beings take advantage of kind people.

The most remarkable thing is, even though my parents always help others and never stingy in donations, their money is always enough. They never have to borrow from anyone if they think they won’t be able to pay them back. Car and housing loans excluded.

I keep on wondering about this and how this is even possible?

My mother’s answer was simple… what you give, you’ll get back… and more…

I’m not trying to brag about my parents. This is more as a reminder for myself. I have been tight with my donations budget and therefore… my cash flow situation is not so good.

So, let’s be generous and always be kind. To our parents especially.

Remember… what you give, you’ll get back… and more…

And of course, you have to evaluate how sincere you are in your actions.

Have a great life y'all!

Clay Aiken - On My Way Here

I took my first step
On that black and white kitchen floor
I sometimes wonder if that house
Is even there, anymore
I had my first glimpse of love
When I was five
I watched two people split apart
But still the three of us survived

I've seen the best
I've seen the worst
I wouldn't change what I've been through
I've touched the sky
I've hit the wall
But I did what I had to
Ooooohhhh

On my way here
Where I am now
I've learned to fly
I have to want to leave the ground
I've fallen hard
But I've been loved
And in the end it all works out
My faith has conquered fear
On my way here.

Oh yeah yeaaah

My address has changed
Almost every year
I've found that standing still
Can quickly make a lifetime disappear
I'd rather try and fail
A thousand times denied
And this, whenever you feel pain
It lets you know that you're alive

I've been a fool
I've been afraid
Yeah, I've been loved
I've been lied to
I've been wrong
And I've been right
I stood up when I had to

Yeah Yeahhhh

On my way here
Where I am now
I've learned to fly
I have to want to leave the ground
I've fallen hard
But I've been loved
And in the end it all works out
My faith has conquered fear
On my way here.

No guarantees
I believed that I would find
An open door or a light
To lead me to the other side
I guess that is why

On my way here
Where I am now
I've learned to fly
I have to want to leave the ground
I've fallen hard
But I've been loved
And in the end it all works out
My faith has conquered fear
On my way here

The Old Phone

An email I got from a friend on a random act of kindness.

You never know how your action will impact others, so be kind always :)

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When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience."Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.
"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

"Information."

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

'I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said."Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?"

"Yes." I answered."Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.
Whose life have you touched today?
Why not pass this on? I just did....

Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long for.

Life is a journey .. NOT a guided tour.

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My Super MOM!

This thought crossed my mind almost everyday. Ever since I can remember my days and when I'm not away from home. It becomes clearer during Ramadhan and somehow this year it became crystal! So, I decided to declare my admiration in writing and make it official & public.

My mother is a SUPERWOMAN!

She doesn't need any superpower or much help to do it. She does all these super things by herself. She hardly complains and she always sings. What a wonderful heart she has!
Her superpowers show the most during Ramadhan. She wakes up at least at 4 in the morning to prepare for 'sahur' and then wakes us all up to have 'sahur' together. Her children are all adults. Adults who, as always, find it difficult to wake up so early in the morning. What more to help her with 'sahur' preparation. All we can do to help is wash dishes afterwards. But, she never complained. Just as long as we wake up and eat, that's enough. Her only worry is that her children will not have enough energy during the day. How can someone be so nice?

During the day, she's busy as usual. Going to the market, prepare for break fast in the evening, taking care of the households. I think life as a housewife is very much routine and can be boring. Even though I dream of becoming a housewife, I don't think I can do it so well. Maybe. I think so.
My mother only became a housewife for about 2 years now. Before this, she worked full time. She was even more super at that time. Juggling time, energy and most importantly, heart between family, home and work. But with her busy schedule, she still got time to listen to all our complaints, whines, worries... and she comforted us. She still managed to cope with our mood swings, 'attitude', stubbornness, etc etc... I cannot imagine where she found all the strength to do it. I don't even know how to describe how powerful my mother is.

Perhaps, all mothers are like my mother. I believe there are a lot of great mothers out there. Perhaps, when I became a mother, I'll be someone like her. I don't know for sure. I hope I do. But for now, I only know one great woman, and The Superwoman is my mother.

I wish all mothers out there the strength and willpower to become a great mother. Someone who is always loved, respected, admired and missed by her children and by everyone around her.

To my mother, The Superwoman, I love you very very much! I really don't know what I'll do without you.

*Hugs & Kisses*

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Happy Ramadhan Mubarak 1429H everyone!

To all muslims, happy fasting! May this Ramadhan be more meaningful than the past years!

Take care y'all!

Dreaming for a Mr. Knightley *wink*

Last weekend, I spent my unproductive 3 days weekend on a movie marathon. So now, I've officially watched all the movies that were based on Jane Austen's novel. Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Emma, Mansfield Park, Persuasion and Northanger Abbey.

I found the storyline are almost the same. Rich handsome guys from a wealthy background, an average looking girl from an average family. Except for in 'Persuasion', but in the end the Frederick Wentworth did become very rich. I found all the males characters in Miss Jane Austen's novels are attractive and irresistable, especially Mr. Knightley who is ever so dreamy.

I enjoyed all the movies very much, but in the end I'm left to wonder about the influence of MONEY in a relationship.

Apparently money has become a great influence in relationships at least from the 19th century. No matter how much we try to avoid it, we still cannot deny it's importance. But I'm not in the mood to discuss about that right now. Just please don't make silly decisions in your relationships when $$$ is in question.

Here I share the photos of leading roles in Jane Austen's novels. Would you agree that they are all so dreamy? Although Gilbert Blythe is still my favourite but I wouldn't mind having a Mr. Knightley in my life :)

Hugh Grant as Edward Ferris in 'Sense & Sensibility'

Alan Rickman as Colonel Brandon in Sense & Sensibility












Colin Firth as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. I'm telling you, this picture didn't do justice to how great he played the Mr. Darcy character.








Matthew MacFadyen as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy in Pride and Prejudice (2005). Loving the deep voice and the final scene in the early morning fog!












Blake Ritson as Edmund Bertram in Mansfield Park. The sweetest face!













Jeremy Northam as Mr. George Knightley in Emma. Most dreamy!












JJ Feild as Henry Tilney in Northanger Abbey. Who can resist his cheeky glance?












Rupert Penry-Jones as Captain Frederick Wentworth in Persuasion. Oh my God! The eyes! The serious smile! So sexy! Gagagagaaaaa...











By the way, talking about relationship, here's a romantic post by my friend. I think all couples should do this all the time. Express how you feel :) --> http://ctaishah.wordpress.com/2008/08/28/love-letter/

And, please watch 'Becoming Jane'. It's based on Jane Austen's very own love story... and I love James McAvoy as Thomas Lefroy in that movie. He's great in every movie!

'Jane Austen's greatest love story was her own'... *sob, sob*

Enlighten me...

... on the Malaysians politics... so let's discuss politics a lil bit...
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As of August 2008, I officially despise the politics in Malaysia. I hope this feeling will be lighter as the situation improve. But as of today, I think the situation will get worse. I'm now once again back under my 'tempurung'. It's bad, but necessary... to save myself from ridiculous dissappointments.

Anyway, the latest development in Malaysia's politics was a sworn statement from Saiful Bahari, last weekend. He reinforced his allegation that he had been sodomised by DSAI a few times. He swore with Al-Quran as the witness, and also in front of reporters and national televisions. For us who didn't watch this 'historical' episode, I think we can imagine that it's something like the court scenes that we watch on tv. 'You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?'... something like that I guess. But we can always go to youtube to watch the whole thing. I'm sure someone would have uploaded it by now.

From the beginning, I refused to believe DSAI is 'that kind' of person. It can't be. His family and him potray a potrait of a muslim family. So, when 'these' allegations came out, it's very difficult to believe. It can't be. Impossible. Even though lately, I heard that the allegations are all based on the truth, it's still hard for me to get myself to believe in it even just a little bit. But if Saiful Bahari was brave enough to swear by Al- Quran, then I start thinking that anything is possible and maybe DSAI is 'that kind' of person. Otherwise, SB is really 'something'.

So, the questions that I want to post today are based on the assumptions that DSAI is 'that kind' of person. (I hope I'm not messing with any rules or regulations... so much for freedom of speech... control is necessary, but take it easy guys...)

Ok... I bet the question marks that I have in my head are the same as what a lot of Malaysian are wondering right now. Remember, this is under the assumption that DSAI is guilty as accused.

* Why these accusation only surfaced after DSAI expressed his intention to become a PM?

* If DSAI is really guilty, why was he let out of prison only to be charged with the same allegation again?

* Why SB only proceed with swearing with in front of Al-Quran when the Permatang Pauh election is coming around the corner?

* Why SB only reported that he was sodomised after the incident happened a few times? (I'm really confuse when it comes to this question. SB looks like a sound adult man and looks like he has full support from his family. He has no reason to be scared at all especially if he was raped. He definitely has no reason to doubt whether he has to report this crime in the first place. I mean, come on! This is your self pride that we're talking about!)

* Why the people that know the truth didn't act fast enough to correct this misbehavior and clear the clouds in citizens' minds.

I have a lot more questions, but I've forgotten them. I guess they've been covered by too much disappointment.

The question that I have under the assumption that DSAI is not guilty is... why hasn't he swear by the Al-Quran? I'm not really sure on Islamic rules about swearing by Al-Quran, but... if you're innocent, then there's nothing to be afraid of. Remember when we were children and everytime when people didn't believe that we're telling the truth we'll say 'Sumpah! Demi Allah!'. I guess it can still apply in this situation. (Please correct me... I don't wanna mess with my faith)

We always say that only Allah knows the whole truth. But there are also ways that we can all know the whole truth for sure. I think it can all start with our leaders. I wonder when they're going to take the 'morally right' and 'non-political' action.

Your citizens are counting on you.

Take good care y'all. Pray hard.

* Clouded mind signing out...

If I were a writer...

I'll be a very poor writer... with frequent mental blocks, there's no way I can make a living being a writer. Ideas and words stuck here and there... sentence hanging in the air.

Cheap Parking

I got this story from a friend.
This is why rich people gets richer. They are full of ideas :)
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A Chinese man walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He tells the loan officer that he is going to China on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Chinese man hands over the keys to a new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the title and everything checks out. The Loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Chinese for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan.An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.

Two weeks later, the Chinese returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41.The loan officer says, 'Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multi-millionaire. What puzzles us is why you would bother to borrow $5,000?

The Chinese replies: 'Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there safely when I return.'

*wink wink*

Have a wonderful time everyday everyone!

Being A Good Samaritan

There are cases where I think it's just not worth being good or trying to do good things or help others.

For example, if you see 'mat rempit' involved in an accident. You know you're suppose to help, but is it worth it? If a robber got shot and then caught, do we have to rush him/her to the hospital? Can we wait a little bit? How about if you're driving alone at night and you see a motorcyclist trying to hitch a ride because his motorcycle was broken? Would you stop?

Early this month, we were shocked by the news of Sufiah, once a child prodigy because she was so genius in math and got accepted into Oxford University at only 13 years old. Now she's a classy 'escort'. Suddenly, there are people who launched missions to save her. Is this worth it? She doesn't even want to be saved. I saw her interview video, with a smiling face she admitted 'I certainly got my needs fulfilled through the work... it's always been a career choice...'. Well, she sounds happy being in an 'escort' company. She looked happy & proud during the photo shoot too. Do we need to help her?

Good people will say yes, I believe.

As a fellow muslim, I'd say yes too because 'escort' is against Islamic rules. But in this case, there are a lot more that need savings. How do we prioritize?

The feeling is somehow similar to watching a documentary on tv last week. About the survival of polar bear in the arctic. I pitied the sea lion when the polar bear attacked it, but at the same time I pitied the polar bear because she was very hungry and haven't eaten for a few days. It's a dilemma.

Well, I officially announce April 2008 as my dilemma month.

But, people with good heart (can I count myself in?) are clear with what is suppose to be done. They remain kind and helpful in any situation. Even though they have to bear with the circumstances and sometimes the consequences. Good people are honored with strong heart to carry the burden of not being appreciated for their deeds. In the world where almost everyday we hear about a human losing his/ her humanity, we need more kind hearted people to balance the morale of humankind.

It's not easy being kind & sincere. I wish I can really be kind sincerely. Anyhow, we must try. It's all up to us to make this world a better place.

Speechless On Being Liberal

I have free time during work today. Not many problems reported and the others are handling them easily, I hope. I'm here to help, but looks like they managing just fine. My other tasks are still waiting for other party to confirm. So, I don't feel so bad about blogging during office hours.

Do I have to justify for my feeling guilty? Heheee...

Today, I'm gonna write about the difficulties I face while striving to become a better muslim and trying to keep my mind as open as I can. It's not easy. I guess I'm now a changed person because one time one of my close friends asked me since when I became a liberal person? I'm not really sure what's the actual meaning of liberal, so I looked it up. I think the closest meaning to my situation according to http://dictionary.reference.com would be:
1. Open-minded or tolerant, esp. free of or not bound by traditional or conventional ideas, values, etc
2. Free from prejudice or bigotry

I'm not sure whether my change to being liberal is a good thing or not. I think it's a good thing because I'm not judgemental as I used to be. This is what I think. Feedback please :)

Anyway, I'm facing a dilemma. Perhaps you can help me balanced myself.

I'm clear about Islamic rules and yes, I support those rules 100%. I also know that I'm not in the position to judge people. I'm only a tiny person. But can you tell me how NOT TO BE JUDGEMENTAL when:

1. A muslim lady wear something that is so tight & small that most of her body parts show even thought she's covering them and when she bent down people can see her undergarments?

2. An unmarried muslim couple does more than holding hands (to clear the fact, this is not allowed)? In fact, they hold each other too close and sometimes I can see the guy placing his hand at a place that he's not suppose to.

3. A muslim drinks alcohol so openly in front of others. It's like they don't feel ashamed, but instead they feel proud because they feel they are 'modernized'.

4. Suddenly I'm exposed to a world unknown to me before this. A world where man with man, woman with woman. Gosh, I'm definitely speechless.

5. Suddenly surprised with the story of a 'muslim' having sexual relationship outside of marriage bond.

I'm in a terrible dilemma. How do I handle this? In the struggle to be open- minded, I can only tolerate little when it comes to Islamic rules. These rules are in place as a control mechanism for all of us, creatures on earth. We've seen the consequences to our societies when these rules were broken.

I'm not a really an obedient muslim. I try to be. But, I also try not to be judgemental. I can shut myself from what's happening, but if shut myself from them, I wouldn't know what's wrong and therefore, how can I help to correct it?

I'm not sure what to do. As of now, I'll keep this struggle to myself. I'll start these wrongs by correcting myself first. I'm sure as I get closer to Islam & Allah, I'll find the solutions to this dilemma.

If you're someone who shares my kind of dilemma, could you kindly share with me your found solutions?

The Fitna of Geert Wilders

If you know arabic, then you'll know that 'Fitna' means false accusation. I wonder whether Mr. Wilders knows the meaning.

What's up with Geert Wilders? Why does he hate (or afraid of) Islam so much? This is really uncomprehendable. For a person who wants to become 'the new leader of the people', he really lacks of respect & charisma. Perhaps, he doesn't have anything good to say about himself or what he plans to do when he becomes 'the leader', so he tries to shadow all that with made up stories and accusations about other things. This is what I think. If you really observe people around you, you'll see that people who always talks bad about other people are really a person who has nothing good to say about him/ herself.

I don't know Geert Wilders personally and I don't intend to. I think his name is self-explanatory. Scary.

Well Geert Wilders, I'm pretty sure that you hardly know Prophet Muhammad p.b.u.h. I'm also pretty sure that you hardly understand what's written in the Koran. So maybe you should take the initiative to understand. It's either that or you're just plain arrogant and ignorant. Because if you have understood, you would experience the ultimate level of peace they bring to the world, and to you. You need peace. You're a troubled person.

For a person who wants to be 'the new leader of the people', I don't think Geert Wilders understand the meaning of leadership. Instead of working towards harmony, he's chose chaos. For someone who's fighting for freedom, he's confused by the meaning. As most of us struggle to move forward in the meaning of freedom, he's taking a step back. It's terrifying to imagine a country with Geert Wilders as the leader.

I understand that Geert Wilders does not represent the whole of Netherland and there are still good people in Netherland that disagree with him. There are also so many non- muslims around the world that share the pain and anger that we muslims feel with the production of 'Fitna'. I thank you all for your support and understanding. Let us all strive together for peace of this world.

To Mr. Geert Wilders, get a life... and a religion. I seriously think that you need one. You have so many options to choose from and Islam is another good option for you. If only you realize it.

Istikharah Sebelum Memangkah

That's what I say to a friend to cool down a heated discussion regarding the coming election. But I think, I should recommend everyone to 'Istikharah sebelum memangkah'.

Direct translation of my recommendation is 'Istikharah before voting'. Istikharah is 'The Prayer for Seeking Guidance'. It's one of the privilege given to all muslims, therefore we must not waste this great advantage.

Tomorrow is the big day. To tell you the truth, I'm really worry. Worry about the future of my country, my community, my family, my friends, my next generation, our next generation. Worry about my life.

I'm an idealist. Really. I wish for a peaceful & economically thriving country. A country with intelligence. A country without poverty. A country free of crimes. A country with high morale and spiritual strength. A country where a hadhari act as a hadhari.

My country is slowly losing all that and that makes me worry.

It's not easy being an idealist in an imperfect world. It makes my struggle for emotional intelligence harder.

Tomorrow, I have a chance to make a difference. Only 1 vote, but I hope it counts. I really, really wish the election will go fairly.

Again, will my wish come true?

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The election result was so refreshing. I don't have to worry so much about the citizens of Malaysia. We're very smart people. I'm so happy!

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Election Fever

I having a bit confusion over this... I'm torn between 'should I or should I not write about the election?' But this election fever is starting to get on my nerve, I just have to get it out of my system. I hope I'm not messing with any of the 'isa' guys...*gulp*

Firstly, have you registered as a voter? If you haven't, please do. I know a lot of you haven't. I have and the election this year would be my second time to vote. I remember the first time I went out to vote... I was so excited and couldn't stop smiling all morning. I still don't know what was the big deal. Maybe because I felt like 'what I think matters'. So I marched confidently to the election center (which happened to be my primary school). I was so full of energy until I saw the voting paper. Then I got confused... it was a difficult decision.

For those who haven't registered or have decided not to go out to vote, please have no complain over what's going to happen in the next 5 years. I think it's safe to say you have no right because you don't even care.

Secondly, do you notice that all of the sudden there are so many poor people in Kelantan? Where are they all this while? Do you also notice there are a lot of 'Terengganu maju, impianku' on tv lately? Hmmmm... are those one of election strategies? So subtle...

Talking about election strategies, I remember what happened during the campaign period in my neighbourhood. All streets got new signs. I was so happy because the signs stood proudly there, looking pretty. Until now, they still do, but mostly only the poles... This round of election, I haven't seen any new improvement, except the street got a new layer of tar. But my mom told me that's a part of the improvement that has been going on for a while now. So I guess that doesn't count.

What do I like to see in this round of election? What do you like to see this round of election?

For me, I want to see eligible candidates for the nominations. The candidates who are known for their efforts. I wish for no cronism. I'd like to think all politicians in Malaysia and Pak Lah are smart people who knows that cronism is not the way for a country. This would be a challenge to all the competing parties, particularly to the 'to- be' ruling party.

Then, I would like to see no 'bad-words' or 'name-calling' during the election campaigns. Especially not from the green flag. You guys know better. I read in the newspaper, one 'orang-utan' already came out. I wish you would stop that! If you're good, prove it! Give us the confidence that we've been asking for. I believe the non-politician and ordinary Malaysians are clever enough to make a sound decision, based on facts and proofs. We don't need words and sweet promises.

I also wish for no mess after the election. Hey, you put up all those flags, posters, banners, fliers whatsoever, make sure you bring it down and put them properly in the trash. DO NOT MESS THE STREETS WITH THOSE AFTER CAMPAIGNS CRAPS!

Actually I wish to see a lot of dos and don't during this election and the campaigns. But let's not get our (my) hopes too high. At this moment, let's just hope my wish for 'no mess' is granted after this election.

We'll see...

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Did my wishes came true? Hmmmm... as at 26-Feb-2008;

First wish --> poofssss... gone (after the candidates nomination list came out). Do they think that governing this country is a 'family business'?

Second wish --> after the 'orang utan', there's no more... so, I think, not bad.

Third wish --> outcome to be updated. But, there are dark blue flags hanging on the trees outside my house... without asking for opinion/ permission whatsoever (our tree... not the city hall's tree...) never mind, as long as they'll clean it up afterwards.

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Speechless...

It's now already mid of February and I haven't post anything. As an aspiring writer I should be doing what I should be doing... WRITE! I'm so out of idea this month.

So I forced and forced my brain to think! But, still nothing... so most of the times I went to sleep... heheheee...

It's not easy practising to become a good writer. I feel like everything that I want to write must have its own moment. When I find the right topic, at the right time, combined with the correct mood, then I can write something really good. If it's not an award winning piece, it should be at least be a readable piece. I wonder if a lot of avid reader come to visit my blog. I also wonder whether among the small headcount of readers that visited my blog found what I've written were good enough.

Except for one person... thank you Cik Ja :)

It's not that there's nothing to write about. There are a lot! I can write about the coming election and the campaigns. I can write about travelling. I can write about how 'well-mannered' some people are. I can write about the books I read. I can even write about motivations (which I need).

The problem is I'm not in 'the correct mood'.

So, for now I think I should just be satisfied with this entry. Please don't take this as whining... this is only a part of what I meant with 'saying the unsaid'...

Take care y'all!

Teka- teki

Closing entry for January-2008. Everybody's busy with month-end closing today. I don't want to miss the 'fun'... heheh...

A close friend of mine forward a list of 'teka- teki' today. It's in malay. I do apologize, but there will be no more fun if I translated them into English. By the way, 'teka- teki' means 'puzzle'.

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Teka-teki: Hitam dan berpeluh..Ha. . Apa2??
Jawapan : Semut hitam tengah berjogging..huhuhu

Teka-teki : Apa benda bila masuk segitiga bila kuar bergulung-gulung?
Jawapan : Seluar dalam ler..haha

Teka-teki : Antara kapal terbang dengan kuih lepat liat, mana satu yang paling tinggi?
Jawapan : Kuih lepat liat la...sebab kapal terbang sampai langit je, tp kuih lepat sampai lelangit.

Teka-teki : Banyak2 kotak, kotak apa yang tak boleh angkat?
Jawapan : Kotak penaltilah.. ... wawawa!

Teka-teki : Kenapa Penggali Kubur Gali Kubur Tak Pakai Selipar ??? Teka..teka.. kalo terer!
Jawapan : Selipar maner boley buat gali tanah,gune cangkol lar....huehue. .hue!!

Teka-teki : 3 kepala, 6 mata, 8 kaki. Apakah bendanya tu?
Jawapan : Koboi naik kuda bawak sekor ayam.

Teka-teki : Masa dia hidup kite menyanyi, masa dia mati kite tepuk tangan pulak...
Jawapan : Lilin masa sambut 'EPI BESDAY'

Teka-teki : Scorpion kaler apa?
Jawapan : Kala jengking lah... senang pun takleh nak jawab!

Teka-teki : Dlm banyak2 kera, kera ape yg pandai menaip???
Jawapan : Kerani

Teka-teki : Ada sorang imam, tengah semahyang pastu ada sekor anjing lalu kat depan dia. Pastu dia jilat kaki dia, BATAL TAK AIR SEMAYANG IMAM TU???
Jawapan : Mana batal sebab anjing tu jilat kaki dia sendiri!

Teka-teki : 4 org awek cun berpayung dgn satu payung tp nape tak basah langsung??
Jawapan : Sebab tak hujan...aduhai!

Dahlah malaslah nak tanya lagi...soalan bebudak pun takleh nak jawab!! Hampeh..

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When I read the first puzzle, I was like 'hampeh, mengong betul la diaorang ni. takde keje agaknya'. But, as I was finishing reading all the puzzles, I was surprised at myself because I managed to answer a few. So, a question popped into my mind...

'Am I as 'mengong' as the person who came up with the puzzle?'

Goodness me.

But, please try to read the puzzle. You'll be amaze to realize that you kind of need a different perspective to be able to answer the questions instead of the, well at least in my case the usual 'straight forward' way of thinking. In my opinion, we need this kind of crazy brain exercise every now and then to practise thinking outside of the box. It's fun and useful, as long it is not irrating.

Happy month- end closing everyone :)

AJL 22 rocked!

Before I continue, let me clarify one thing... I never intended for this blog of mine to be about entertainment. If you find that I'm inclined to write about the E! business, do let me know. Sometimes, sub-conciously the 'entertainer' part of me revealed itself uncontrollably. So much for having multiple personalities :)

Anyway, 'Anugerah Juara Lagu ke-22' just ended last night and I need to tell you that I think this year's AJL was so good! I'm so satisfied with the results. Of course in the beginning I was really hoping for Faizal Tahir to conquer the night and I still think that he would have if he's not under disciplinary action. But now, after I watched all the other singers and bands performed, I'm so psyched. I barely realize Faizal Tahir was not there :) I hoped that Mawi will win the best show category and Estranged will win the 'Pop Rock' category and they both did! What a great night!

I'm never a fan of Mawi, but his show last night was really entertaining. I had fun watching it. As for Estranged, you guys really brought the energy to the song last night.

So, congratulations to all the winners (singers, writers and composers) of this year's AJL. You guys rocked!

Best Vocal Category: Jaclyn Victor & Lah Ahmad (Song: Ceritera Cinta)
Best Show Category: Mawi (Song: Angan & Sedar)
Best Ethnic Creative Category: Nora (Song: Samudera )
Best Pop Rock Category: Enstranged (Song: Itu Kamu)
Best Ballad Category: Sahri (Song: Izinku Pergi)
The Champion of 'Anugerah Juara Lagu ke-22' --> Estranged (Song: Itu Kamu) yeah yeahhhhh...

To the rest, thank you for your great performances. 'The Lima' especially gave a new perspective and energy to Dato' Siti Nurhaliza's song. I love what you guys did with the song!

To TV3, are you going to come out with 'AJL 22' album? Please do :)

To Ally Iskandar... do you have a thing for Cheryl Samad? I'm kind of getting that vibe... heheheeee... I only 'serkap jarang'. Please don't sue or 'terjah' me :)

Help us find Sharlinie

Dear readers, Malaysian or not...

Please help us to find this little girl. I don't want what happened to Nurin to happen again.

This is the photo fit of Sharlinie and Nurin's kidnapper.

For those who's unaware of what happened to Nurin, Nurin was an 8 year old girl who was kidnapped for almost a month, and then found dead. Her body was stuffed in a sports bag. Forensic investigation showed that she was abused and sexually assaulted before brutally murdered. This happened just a few months back.

So, please help in any way and please, please do not provide false information as this will only trouble the police and also you will face a legal action if you did so.

Faizal & 8TV

Goodness... where do I start?

I start with Faizal lah... adoiiii... my heart sunked when I read in newspaper what Faizal Tahir did during 8TV birthday bash concert. I didn't watch the concert on TV. I'm so glad :)

The main reason why I'm so frustrated is because I'm hoping that he would win at AJL 22 this 27th January. I really love his performance during the qualifying round. What he did with his song 'Mahakarya Cinta' (even though I seriously don't understand the meaning of 'mahakarya') was really excellent. I know he can be the champion at AJL this year. But now, hmmmm...

Faizal, Faizal... what message are you trying to convey to us? The act was definitely unsuitable for us Malaysians & easteners. Apart from that, you're a married man with kids! What were you thinking? Isn't this the first time an entertainer did this kind of stunt on our country national tv?

Anyway, he's now under disciplinary action. He's banned for 3 months. Does this mean that he won't be competing in AJL? I'm so bumped. I hope Faizal will learn his lesson. Whatever it is that he needs to flush out of his system, do it all in these 3 months. Then, come out fresh and start over. It's a waste to lose an opportunity to win an award because you acted stupid.

Then, 8TV... I read about this 'hedonism' culture a few months back. On wikipedia it defines 'Hedonism' as a 'philosophy that pleasure is the most important pursuit'. Well, I have a feeling that 8TV is a bit moving on this track. This morning I saw 'Che Nelle' video clip that I found a bit inappropriate. Don't you guys even screen all those videos that you're going to air? We always speak about doing community services, it's not only towards recycling, save the earth, environment thingy you know. We can also do something to improve the social problems that we're facing right now. Showing too much entertainment is definitely not helping.

Well, I think in the case of Faizal Tahir & 8TV, both are responsible for what happened. Apparently I share this opinion with a lot of people. That's why both Faizal & 8TV are on disciplinary action.

Everyone of us has done a few mistakes in our lives. The important thing is to stop doing it and to learn and remember the lesson from it.

Alahaiiii...

Sorry this post is in malay... It's a poll on Utusan Malaysia online. I just have to post it here. I feel that the ONE and MOST important option is missing. All the possible choices are just workaround. NOT solution. Please comment.

Ramai lelaki mungkin terpaksa menjadi suri rumah pada masa depan jika fenomena pelajar perempuan menguasai institusi pengajian tinggi (IPT) dibiarkan berlarutan. Saya berpendapat:
* Lelaki wajar tahu memasak untuk bantu isteri.
* Lebih ramai pembantu rumah akan diperlukan.
* Seimbangkan komposisi lelaki-perempuan di IPT.
* Tidak perlu membuat apa-apa, ini fenomena biasa.
* Ramai wanita berpelajaran mahu jadi suri rumah
--> (my comment: TRUE)
* missing option
--> Pastikan lebih ramai lelaki berkualiti di masa hadapan

Happy 2008 Y'all

Long time since I last posted here. Having a bit of writer's block... eh cewahhhh...

Anyways, wishing all of you a very happy 2008! Have you counted your 2007 blessings?

May all of us get what we wish for this year. Remember, if your wishes don't come true, it's always because there's a blessing in disguise. So, please be patient, pray hard and never lose hope. If you want gold, dig it. Quoting 'Anne of Green Gables'... 'It's not what the world holds for you, but what you bring to it'.

As for myself, I wish that I would just achieve all those resolutions that I brought forward from decades ago to 2008. Wish me luck!

All the best!