Welcome 2010.
May we have a prosperous new year. Ameen.
Let us put more love into our life if we haven't done it last year due to whatever reason.
I will definitely put more love into my life. I'll love myself more by taking good care of my health. After all health is wealth. I'll lead a healthier life style by doing regular exercise, eat more balance diet, eat less fried food, drink enough water, get enough sleep and always remember to be thankful for my rezeki. I'll buy myself present once in a while and give myself a treat when I deserve one.
I will not take my family for granted. I'll not make assumptions but ask for explanations before taking actions. I'll be more patient with Abang's habits and promise to check my own. I'll allow my children to grow up. I'll try not to call them up too often!
I would like to call upon all Malaysian to give 1Malaysia aspiration a chance. Let us look for positiveness in others and help to nurture it. Let us put personal prejudice aside and give others a chance. Let us be civil in dealing with others. Let us put national interest 1st. And let us contibute in what ever way we can to the maintainance of the stability and prosperity of our beloved motherland. And let us be thankful for the peace and safety that we enjoy.
May 2010 brings an end to all the senseless killings. May the world citizen wake up to the weeping of the mother earth. May we not contribute to her destruction.
May we live in harmony with each other and with the nature.
Happy New Year 2010 to everyone.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Maal Hijrah 1431
In less than 2 hours, we will be saying goodbye to the year 1430 and say hello to the new year, 1431. Masyallah, time flies and waits for no man. Nonetheless, syukur alhamdulillah, with God's grace I am still given the opportunity to witness this transition. Insyallah.
Called up both my children to remind them of the hour and to say the prayers for Akhir Tahun and Awal Tahun, ie before and after maghrib. Ya Allah, do forgive me and my family for the sins that we have commited knowingly and unknowingly and please bless us with the pahla for the good deeds that we have performed. Ameen. In the new year to come, please show us the right way and help us to fence off the devils and its accomplices. Please give us the strength to contain our limitless desires. Do give us health, prosperity . Protect us from worldly evils, misfortune and natural disasters. Ameen. Ya Allah, please shelter Malaysia, my beloved country from all evils and let her prosper with her multiracial rakyat and please let this world be filled with peace and harmony. Ameen.
Two years ago, this hour, hubby and I were at the Masjidil Haram joining millions of jemaah haji bidding goodbye to the old year and saying hello to the new year. It was a serene atmosphere with one and all praying only for goodness either for self or families and friends or for the world at large. Insyallah, this goodness shall be promoted when the jemaah return to their homeland.
While I'm typing this post, hubby is surfing the net. Clearly I can hear speeches from Parliment Sittings. At certain points, there are clear hostility in the shouting voices. Rather disturbing I must admit. Lately, one too many political/non-political guy seem to want to outspeak one another on racial issue. The harsh and at times vulgar words uttered on the blog postings are far from pleasant. The chances of the issue snowballing into an uncontained situation is much feared. I pray hard that good sense will previal. Ameen. Think of our loved ones if not for the country we love. Think how lucky we are to be blessed with a home land which is freed from the awful disasters like earthquake, typhoon, war etc. Be thankful and be careful not to bring forth the miseries that we see daily on the world news. God bless us all. Ameen. May the new year bring us good health and good fortune.
Selamat menyambut Maal Hijrah 1431.
Called up both my children to remind them of the hour and to say the prayers for Akhir Tahun and Awal Tahun, ie before and after maghrib. Ya Allah, do forgive me and my family for the sins that we have commited knowingly and unknowingly and please bless us with the pahla for the good deeds that we have performed. Ameen. In the new year to come, please show us the right way and help us to fence off the devils and its accomplices. Please give us the strength to contain our limitless desires. Do give us health, prosperity . Protect us from worldly evils, misfortune and natural disasters. Ameen. Ya Allah, please shelter Malaysia, my beloved country from all evils and let her prosper with her multiracial rakyat and please let this world be filled with peace and harmony. Ameen.
Two years ago, this hour, hubby and I were at the Masjidil Haram joining millions of jemaah haji bidding goodbye to the old year and saying hello to the new year. It was a serene atmosphere with one and all praying only for goodness either for self or families and friends or for the world at large. Insyallah, this goodness shall be promoted when the jemaah return to their homeland.
While I'm typing this post, hubby is surfing the net. Clearly I can hear speeches from Parliment Sittings. At certain points, there are clear hostility in the shouting voices. Rather disturbing I must admit. Lately, one too many political/non-political guy seem to want to outspeak one another on racial issue. The harsh and at times vulgar words uttered on the blog postings are far from pleasant. The chances of the issue snowballing into an uncontained situation is much feared. I pray hard that good sense will previal. Ameen. Think of our loved ones if not for the country we love. Think how lucky we are to be blessed with a home land which is freed from the awful disasters like earthquake, typhoon, war etc. Be thankful and be careful not to bring forth the miseries that we see daily on the world news. God bless us all. Ameen. May the new year bring us good health and good fortune.
Selamat menyambut Maal Hijrah 1431.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Mamah/granny remembered
I'll always remember mamah fondly for the advice she gave me on her sick bed back in the village. "Once you have chosen your path, never look back! However, do not forget your family ." That was more than 4 decades ago and she is no longer around yet her words are fresh in my mind. God bless her soul. I love you,mamah.
We kids liked to gather around mamah for all the fascinating Thai folklores that she told. We looked forwards to her return from the market with the bakul/basket on her head. After selling her home grown produce, she would buy home some kuih/kek or fruits . Since there were so many of us, mamah would usually go for quantity instead of quality when buying fruits as I recalled. I had no complaint as mamah would always lovingly peel and cut the fruits with us kids eagerly awaiting infront of her on the anjung/varendah. She made sure everyone has a share.
I never have any memory of mamah ever scolding us kids though we were always mischievious. Of course she would nag every now and then, but mostly about the adults, not us kids. The other adults were kongkong/grandpa, pa and ma, pa'younger brother and his wife and pa's younger sister. Mamah's five other children set up home in other parts of the state. They would only visit on occasions. According to ma, mamah was the only child in a well to do family. So she was rather 'manja' and did not like to do house work. However, she was thrifty and like to do small business.
That accounted for her daily trip to the town market. Her goods were 'pinang, sireh, ulam-ulam'.
Mamah was bed ridden after a bad fall. She was putting the goats out to graze when her legs got caught in the rope. She was in her 60's then. Twenty years later she passed away.
I'll always speak fondly of mamah to Abang and to our two children. I will keep remembering how her advice guided me through my 36 years of married life and gave me strength through my ups and downs in life. Mamah, you are one of a kind. I love you.
We kids liked to gather around mamah for all the fascinating Thai folklores that she told. We looked forwards to her return from the market with the bakul/basket on her head. After selling her home grown produce, she would buy home some kuih/kek or fruits . Since there were so many of us, mamah would usually go for quantity instead of quality when buying fruits as I recalled. I had no complaint as mamah would always lovingly peel and cut the fruits with us kids eagerly awaiting infront of her on the anjung/varendah. She made sure everyone has a share.
I never have any memory of mamah ever scolding us kids though we were always mischievious. Of course she would nag every now and then, but mostly about the adults, not us kids. The other adults were kongkong/grandpa, pa and ma, pa'younger brother and his wife and pa's younger sister. Mamah's five other children set up home in other parts of the state. They would only visit on occasions. According to ma, mamah was the only child in a well to do family. So she was rather 'manja' and did not like to do house work. However, she was thrifty and like to do small business.
That accounted for her daily trip to the town market. Her goods were 'pinang, sireh, ulam-ulam'.
Mamah was bed ridden after a bad fall. She was putting the goats out to graze when her legs got caught in the rope. She was in her 60's then. Twenty years later she passed away.
I'll always speak fondly of mamah to Abang and to our two children. I will keep remembering how her advice guided me through my 36 years of married life and gave me strength through my ups and downs in life. Mamah, you are one of a kind. I love you.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Childhood 1-'Lork'
One late afternoon, Sis and I were told to buy some 'budu'/fish sauce from a shop about 1/2 km from home. With a small aluminium basin in hand we walked through the rubber smallholding. The dried rubber leaves made squeeky sound under our feet. The sun light squeezed through the florage and casted shadows here and there. We hurried through the rubber trees and jogged along the dirt path. Hard luck. The budu was out of stock. Disappointed, we made for home.
Reaching the rubber smallholding, gradually, sis quickened her steps and overtook me. In return, I made the same move. The squeeky sound under our feet sounded eerie. The shadows were 'flying' among the rubber trees. After several attempts on our part to overtake one another and about 100 meters from home, Sis let fly the basin. We ran the fastest 100 meters of our life while yelling at the top of our voices.
I fell into the arms of Koek ( father's youngest sister) who was bathing by the well. Ma came running from the kitchen. Sis and I were speechless. We were panting away. It took a lot of coaxing from the adults before we came forth with some explanations. Colours returned to our small faces amidst laughters from the adults. We were told it was an episod of ' lork' or autosuggestion/self-scare. Ma and Koek went to recover the basin.
Anyway, sis and I developed fever for the next few days.
Reaching the rubber smallholding, gradually, sis quickened her steps and overtook me. In return, I made the same move. The squeeky sound under our feet sounded eerie. The shadows were 'flying' among the rubber trees. After several attempts on our part to overtake one another and about 100 meters from home, Sis let fly the basin. We ran the fastest 100 meters of our life while yelling at the top of our voices.
I fell into the arms of Koek ( father's youngest sister) who was bathing by the well. Ma came running from the kitchen. Sis and I were speechless. We were panting away. It took a lot of coaxing from the adults before we came forth with some explanations. Colours returned to our small faces amidst laughters from the adults. We were told it was an episod of ' lork' or autosuggestion/self-scare. Ma and Koek went to recover the basin.
Anyway, sis and I developed fever for the next few days.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
How I See It
Time flies. 1.5 months since last posting. So many things happened.
Ramadhan Mubarak came and went. Have I done enough to gain good points with The Almighty? InsyaAllah.
In the month of Syawal,the month of joy, Katsana, Parma, earthquake and tsunami brought so much destruction and miseries. Why? The answer varies from person to person. In the effort to raise fun for the victims, unknowingly favoritism reared its ugly head. It shows in the name used as wll as the film footage. How sad!
The Bendera of Indonesia has so much hatred towards Malaysians. October 8 has been set as the date to invade Malaysia! Bearing in mind that this is the work of just a portion of the population, nonethrless, it still leaves such bad taste in the mouth when Malaysia calls out to the rakyat to donate to the victims of West Sumatran earthquake! And watching how tiredlessly the Australian army working to provide drinking water for the victims, it pains and brings shame to the thought of all the bombings! Is this not God's way of showing us the need to coexist and religion does not allow us to kill at our own whim and fancy?
Bagan Pinang by election brought joy to the BN camp. The mandate given by the rakyat is to be treasured and used as a platform to further enhanced the 1Malaysia dream. There is still a lot to be done. Let us pool our resources for the love of our motherland, Unite we stand! We, Malaysians, must count our blessing. Let us treasure and protect our blessed Malaysia. Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!
Ramadhan Mubarak came and went. Have I done enough to gain good points with The Almighty? InsyaAllah.
In the month of Syawal,the month of joy, Katsana, Parma, earthquake and tsunami brought so much destruction and miseries. Why? The answer varies from person to person. In the effort to raise fun for the victims, unknowingly favoritism reared its ugly head. It shows in the name used as wll as the film footage. How sad!
The Bendera of Indonesia has so much hatred towards Malaysians. October 8 has been set as the date to invade Malaysia! Bearing in mind that this is the work of just a portion of the population, nonethrless, it still leaves such bad taste in the mouth when Malaysia calls out to the rakyat to donate to the victims of West Sumatran earthquake! And watching how tiredlessly the Australian army working to provide drinking water for the victims, it pains and brings shame to the thought of all the bombings! Is this not God's way of showing us the need to coexist and religion does not allow us to kill at our own whim and fancy?
Bagan Pinang by election brought joy to the BN camp. The mandate given by the rakyat is to be treasured and used as a platform to further enhanced the 1Malaysia dream. There is still a lot to be done. Let us pool our resources for the love of our motherland, Unite we stand! We, Malaysians, must count our blessing. Let us treasure and protect our blessed Malaysia. Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
52nd Merdeka Day
I was only 6 when our nation achieved independence. I have little collection of the happening then. What I remember were events that took place during my school days. There were lots of program for us school kids. I was always taking parts in cultural shows, elocution contests, big walks........in the name of nation building. I took part in those programs despite having to help my parents with the daily chores: I had to carry drinking water from the public paip to my rakit home; I had to collect empty milk cans from the back of kopitiams and clean them for my mum's coffee stall (to carry take-away drink) and I had to baby sit my younger siblings..........Life was tough but I had fun.
In the neighbourhood, my sisters and I were called Yah, Ti, Nab,and Yam by our Malay Friends. We had Pok Su and Pok Ya who would give us free kelubi and sugar cane whenever they stopped by on their way to the market. Mok Su would give us extra 'tepung bungkus' (malay kuih) for our purchase.
I grew up in a melting pot. I was aware of the differences between my Malay friends and I. I was fine with it when I was young, I was fine with it when I joined the teacher training college in the 70's and now as we celebrate our 52nd Merdeka Day, I am still fine with it. Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!
In the neighbourhood, my sisters and I were called Yah, Ti, Nab,and Yam by our Malay Friends. We had Pok Su and Pok Ya who would give us free kelubi and sugar cane whenever they stopped by on their way to the market. Mok Su would give us extra 'tepung bungkus' (malay kuih) for our purchase.
I grew up in a melting pot. I was aware of the differences between my Malay friends and I. I was fine with it when I was young, I was fine with it when I joined the teacher training college in the 70's and now as we celebrate our 52nd Merdeka Day, I am still fine with it. Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!
Monday, August 3, 2009
August 3rd 2009 -A Hectic Day
The Nightlines started and Abang sat up on the couch to wish me Happy Birthday. Then, off he went upstairs to go to bed. Thank you dear for the good gesture. I knew he was very tired from driving the distance from our kampung to USJ the previous day. God Bless you,dear, for being there always.Ameen.
It took me a while to fall asleep. At 5.00 am my cell phone alarm was right on time. Just like the past 3 times, I quickly got ready. Said my Subuh prayer and waited downstairs. This time, my boy, N, his wife and baby son were a bit late. But they remembered to wish me happy birthday with a book on MJ's life. The traffic to Shah Alam was more congested but bearable and I kept praying for a smooth journey. Ours was no. 4th car at the parking bay and the area still deserted. By the time we arrived at the Immigration Department, there was already a long Q.
Again N looked agitated after he left the front counter and went to the writing counter. I went up to him. He was given new forms to fill. He did not understand why he needed to fill them and he did not have extra photos of his wife and son. I too was rather annoyed because their visa extension applications ware pending so why the new forms!! Then I recalled one lady's outburst during our 1st visit: 'Setiap kali datang, borangnya lain! Baris lama-lama, disuruh isi borang baru dan kena baris semula. Datang awal-awalpun tak guna!!' Anyway, my boy proceeded to the front counter and was given number 2003 and 2004 for counter "Penggajian" .
I couldn't bear his stressful look, so I went up to counter 4 and asked a young lady, not in uniform and about to photocopy documents, for some explanations. Thank God, she was so helpful. She made a few inquiries and explained to me and N. Anyway, we still could not comprehend why we need to fill the new application forms!
My grandson has been given 6 months visa extension but not my daughter-in-laws. Why? I have yet to comprehend. After paying RM 662 for his son's visa, as usual, N was asked to go back and fetch the passport at 3 pm. The wife has been given 3 months extension but that would be in one week time. N looked at me. I knew the SOS look. I volunteered to travel up again next week and accompany his wife to the department since the officer said only one of them has to be present. And so that he need not take leave from his probational job. Oh, for you, my loved ones, I am all ready for the hassle!
After a refreshment at the usual restaurant, we headed for home as I needed to be in KLIA at noon as Adik was arriving from LA. She had gone to San Diego 10 days ago for The Comic Conventions with her two comics artist pals. Since the arrival time was 1250, so Abang and I thought pushing off at noon would be just fine. Just as we were leaving the house, Adik massaged to say that the plane was docking. It was an early arrival and we were 20 minutes away! Anyway, I told Abang not to rush as Adik needed time to reach the main exit. Adik and I kept in contact via cell phones. Thanks Maxis for the free calls on my birthday. It's a blessing in disguise indeed. The timing was perfect. We arrived just as Adik appeared with her pals at the main exit. So no parking and no exposure to the airport air for long. Syukur Alhamdulillah. Eisu's mum was waiting so we wisked Adik away and homeward bound.
We stopped for packed lunch at the restaurant. Adik's favourite lala lemak makes her drooled. I guessed any local food was just fine after a week of processed foods!
After lunch, Adik excused herself and retired to her room promising our gifts after her sleep. Some more anticipation. Adik promised me soft toys. From her 2007 trip I received Willy, the killer whale. Wonder what would it be this time.
N left for Shah Alam and I waited for the plumber whom I called before leaving for the airport. Ah San, the plumber arrived with his new assistant. Michael has quit the job and has gone back to Sabah. He was a good and polite worker. The automatic valve in the water tank needed replacement. The leakage in the bathroom warranted new external piping. Ah San estimated it at RM180 + RM 380. I looked at Abang, the bargainer. Ah San agreed to do for RM500. Beggars got no choice. The leakage had done enough damage to the room floor and the ceiling downstairs!
After 2 hours or so, repaired done. The bill came to RM530 because I asked for a "pushing' pipe head! I commented to Abang that it would only cost us about RM 300 in the kampung!
About 6.30pm. Adik was still sleeping and Abang gave N money to go get pizza for my birthday dinner. We could not go out for all-you-can eat steamboat 'cause Adik had to go through home quarantine for a week due to the A H1N1 pandemic. Syukur Alhamdullihah. I have the most precious gift for my birthday. This time, my hubby, my son, my daughter, my daughter-in-laws and Adam Hajime, my most lovable grandson are with me. What more could I have asked for?
What a day! My birthday.
It took me a while to fall asleep. At 5.00 am my cell phone alarm was right on time. Just like the past 3 times, I quickly got ready. Said my Subuh prayer and waited downstairs. This time, my boy, N, his wife and baby son were a bit late. But they remembered to wish me happy birthday with a book on MJ's life. The traffic to Shah Alam was more congested but bearable and I kept praying for a smooth journey. Ours was no. 4th car at the parking bay and the area still deserted. By the time we arrived at the Immigration Department, there was already a long Q.
Again N looked agitated after he left the front counter and went to the writing counter. I went up to him. He was given new forms to fill. He did not understand why he needed to fill them and he did not have extra photos of his wife and son. I too was rather annoyed because their visa extension applications ware pending so why the new forms!! Then I recalled one lady's outburst during our 1st visit: 'Setiap kali datang, borangnya lain! Baris lama-lama, disuruh isi borang baru dan kena baris semula. Datang awal-awalpun tak guna!!' Anyway, my boy proceeded to the front counter and was given number 2003 and 2004 for counter "Penggajian" .
I couldn't bear his stressful look, so I went up to counter 4 and asked a young lady, not in uniform and about to photocopy documents, for some explanations. Thank God, she was so helpful. She made a few inquiries and explained to me and N. Anyway, we still could not comprehend why we need to fill the new application forms!
My grandson has been given 6 months visa extension but not my daughter-in-laws. Why? I have yet to comprehend. After paying RM 662 for his son's visa, as usual, N was asked to go back and fetch the passport at 3 pm. The wife has been given 3 months extension but that would be in one week time. N looked at me. I knew the SOS look. I volunteered to travel up again next week and accompany his wife to the department since the officer said only one of them has to be present. And so that he need not take leave from his probational job. Oh, for you, my loved ones, I am all ready for the hassle!
After a refreshment at the usual restaurant, we headed for home as I needed to be in KLIA at noon as Adik was arriving from LA. She had gone to San Diego 10 days ago for The Comic Conventions with her two comics artist pals. Since the arrival time was 1250, so Abang and I thought pushing off at noon would be just fine. Just as we were leaving the house, Adik massaged to say that the plane was docking. It was an early arrival and we were 20 minutes away! Anyway, I told Abang not to rush as Adik needed time to reach the main exit. Adik and I kept in contact via cell phones. Thanks Maxis for the free calls on my birthday. It's a blessing in disguise indeed. The timing was perfect. We arrived just as Adik appeared with her pals at the main exit. So no parking and no exposure to the airport air for long. Syukur Alhamdulillah. Eisu's mum was waiting so we wisked Adik away and homeward bound.
We stopped for packed lunch at the restaurant. Adik's favourite lala lemak makes her drooled. I guessed any local food was just fine after a week of processed foods!
After lunch, Adik excused herself and retired to her room promising our gifts after her sleep. Some more anticipation. Adik promised me soft toys. From her 2007 trip I received Willy, the killer whale. Wonder what would it be this time.
N left for Shah Alam and I waited for the plumber whom I called before leaving for the airport. Ah San, the plumber arrived with his new assistant. Michael has quit the job and has gone back to Sabah. He was a good and polite worker. The automatic valve in the water tank needed replacement. The leakage in the bathroom warranted new external piping. Ah San estimated it at RM180 + RM 380. I looked at Abang, the bargainer. Ah San agreed to do for RM500. Beggars got no choice. The leakage had done enough damage to the room floor and the ceiling downstairs!
After 2 hours or so, repaired done. The bill came to RM530 because I asked for a "pushing' pipe head! I commented to Abang that it would only cost us about RM 300 in the kampung!
About 6.30pm. Adik was still sleeping and Abang gave N money to go get pizza for my birthday dinner. We could not go out for all-you-can eat steamboat 'cause Adik had to go through home quarantine for a week due to the A H1N1 pandemic. Syukur Alhamdullihah. I have the most precious gift for my birthday. This time, my hubby, my son, my daughter, my daughter-in-laws and Adam Hajime, my most lovable grandson are with me. What more could I have asked for?
What a day! My birthday.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Tibute to Yasmin Ahmad
Approximately 12.20 am 26 July 2009, the Nightlines news was interrupted by the sad announcement of Yasmin Ahmad's passing. At age 51 and at the helm of her career, she is gone forever. Still in shock, I text Adik who is attending Comics Convention in San Diego with her pals. They just could'nt believe it. Adik has little interest in local films but not Yasmin's. That is the impact Yasmin has on the youngsters who are Star Wars, Indiana Jones oriented.
Yasmin's passing is a great loss not only to the film industry but to all of us, Malyasian, who cherish family values and racial harmony and who are tired of the stereotyped local celluloid entertainments.
In her works, she taught us to express our love to our family; to share love with our helper, friends and neighbours be it black or white; and to love our country.
In her dispositions, she taught us self-confidence, assertiveness, go where your heart desires, never say die, "senyum itu sedekah" and Malaysia Boleh.
In her death, she taught us "Health is Wealth". Never compromise your health. Going for excellance, Yasmin encountered endless obsticles. She is internationally acclaimed yet locally, she has not received her due. To you out there, who are sour grapes, who gave her hardships and did not recognise a gem when you saw one, shame on you, stress contributers !!
To you, Yasmin, you are one of a kind; you are trully 1Malaysian! May you continue to inspire more talents in your field to carry on your legacy. RIP and may Allah swt place you among the blessed ones. Ameen. We will miss you on Hari Raya, Chinese New Year, Deepavali, Christmas and everyday.
To Yasmin's family, my family and I wish you well. Our hearts and prayers go to you at this hour of grief. Alfatihah.
To all of us, Malaysian, let's carry on Yasmin's good works and aspirations in whatever way we can. Let's help our PM make 1Malaysia comes true and soon.
Yasmin's passing is a great loss not only to the film industry but to all of us, Malyasian, who cherish family values and racial harmony and who are tired of the stereotyped local celluloid entertainments.
In her works, she taught us to express our love to our family; to share love with our helper, friends and neighbours be it black or white; and to love our country.
In her dispositions, she taught us self-confidence, assertiveness, go where your heart desires, never say die, "senyum itu sedekah" and Malaysia Boleh.
In her death, she taught us "Health is Wealth". Never compromise your health. Going for excellance, Yasmin encountered endless obsticles. She is internationally acclaimed yet locally, she has not received her due. To you out there, who are sour grapes, who gave her hardships and did not recognise a gem when you saw one, shame on you, stress contributers !!
To you, Yasmin, you are one of a kind; you are trully 1Malaysian! May you continue to inspire more talents in your field to carry on your legacy. RIP and may Allah swt place you among the blessed ones. Ameen. We will miss you on Hari Raya, Chinese New Year, Deepavali, Christmas and everyday.
To Yasmin's family, my family and I wish you well. Our hearts and prayers go to you at this hour of grief. Alfatihah.
To all of us, Malaysian, let's carry on Yasmin's good works and aspirations in whatever way we can. Let's help our PM make 1Malaysia comes true and soon.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Long Lost Blog
Syukur Alhamdulillah. I'm back on this site after this while. When I started it in 2007, I was a real rookie in the cyber arena. But I had so much fire in me that I needed a venue for it to continue burning. Somehow, after 3 postings I was cought up in many things in life that I sort of stopped blogging and forgot all about it!!! Now that I have retired and have more time to myself, I have been exploring quite a bit and by chance and still have 'jodoh with it' I am back on this site. God's willing I hope to be able to continue doing so for a long time to come. And for that, I have so much to learn about life as blogger.
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