Selamat Hari Raya to all my friends. Hope you have a good Eid! Friday, September 26, 2008
Holiday time...
I will be a part of the "balik kampung" exodus this weekend. We still have not decided what day we should leave for Bukit Mertajam. I wonder what the journey will be like this year! Last year if I rememember correctly we took only an extra hour to reach our destination and it was the same coming back. Hopefully we will have equally good luck this year. (Normally we take 3 hours)
The thing about leaving for this exodus that we dread every year is leaving the house. It is a known fact that "perompak" are more active during the festive season. It is always worrying to leave your house alone. But then again, they can attack anytime if they want right. At a moment where times are bad and the going is tough, people get more desperate. If you read the crime stories, it all boils down to that ... a slower economy and desperation.
Just the other day, in broad daylight at the Petronas station, a car was hijacked. The owner was left screaming at the station. And a few nights ago, while my friend was out at her in-laws place for buka puasa, her house was broken into and all her personals stolen. What a way to be violated. A few months ago, a BFF of mine had her car stolen. The thiefs drove it out of her driveway, and they closed the gate after too. Nice of them eh? My sis-in-laws dad runs a petrol station and he has had two robberies in a month. My cousin has had her handphone snatched from her ears (she was talking on the phone and walking when a guy on a bike snatched it) and her notebook taken from her car. A few Hari Raya's ago, my other sis-in-law came back from BM and found her house broken into. Every valuable was gone. But they left the television I think. Ah well, the list can go on as I am sure you know. Oh ya! And just yesterday a friend from Berita Harian had an escapade with a snatch theif.
Tawakal saje lah kan. That's what everyone will say. In the meantime we can only do our best to make sure its secure. Inform the police, rig the alarm systems up. Hire a guard. Get a caretaker.
How else can you prevent theft? It is part of any society. You have cases like this everywhere. Is there something that can be done to prevent stealing, robbery and theft? If there is, who should be given this wonderful task. Why do cars get stolen? The thief wants money. Why do handbags get snatched? They want money. Why do houses get robbed? They want money.
Which means thiefs don't have enough money correct and they obviously don't have jobs because they resort to theft. This is something the Government or whoever should be responsible for the people's welfare to look into seriously. I hope it will not be a "Kita akan kaji" scenario but some concrete efforts taken. When there is theft, there is a problem. What and where is the root of the problem is what needs to be studied indepth and with a fine tooth comb. I hope others see it that way too.
Then again, since even the "tong gas" price has increased by RM2, what choice does a desperate person have correct?
The thing about leaving for this exodus that we dread every year is leaving the house. It is a known fact that "perompak" are more active during the festive season. It is always worrying to leave your house alone. But then again, they can attack anytime if they want right. At a moment where times are bad and the going is tough, people get more desperate. If you read the crime stories, it all boils down to that ... a slower economy and desperation.
Just the other day, in broad daylight at the Petronas station, a car was hijacked. The owner was left screaming at the station. And a few nights ago, while my friend was out at her in-laws place for buka puasa, her house was broken into and all her personals stolen. What a way to be violated. A few months ago, a BFF of mine had her car stolen. The thiefs drove it out of her driveway, and they closed the gate after too. Nice of them eh? My sis-in-laws dad runs a petrol station and he has had two robberies in a month. My cousin has had her handphone snatched from her ears (she was talking on the phone and walking when a guy on a bike snatched it) and her notebook taken from her car. A few Hari Raya's ago, my other sis-in-law came back from BM and found her house broken into. Every valuable was gone. But they left the television I think. Ah well, the list can go on as I am sure you know. Oh ya! And just yesterday a friend from Berita Harian had an escapade with a snatch theif.
Tawakal saje lah kan. That's what everyone will say. In the meantime we can only do our best to make sure its secure. Inform the police, rig the alarm systems up. Hire a guard. Get a caretaker.
How else can you prevent theft? It is part of any society. You have cases like this everywhere. Is there something that can be done to prevent stealing, robbery and theft? If there is, who should be given this wonderful task. Why do cars get stolen? The thief wants money. Why do handbags get snatched? They want money. Why do houses get robbed? They want money.
Which means thiefs don't have enough money correct and they obviously don't have jobs because they resort to theft. This is something the Government or whoever should be responsible for the people's welfare to look into seriously. I hope it will not be a "Kita akan kaji" scenario but some concrete efforts taken. When there is theft, there is a problem. What and where is the root of the problem is what needs to be studied indepth and with a fine tooth comb. I hope others see it that way too.
Then again, since even the "tong gas" price has increased by RM2, what choice does a desperate person have correct?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Once Upon A Time
Once Upon A Time, not too long ago ...
Hahahaha ... sounds so corny!
I used to have a friend, I say used to with some regret, some regret only. I am not one for throwing away my friends. I like to keep all my friends, and the ones I maybe don't get along with too well, I keep anyway cause I believe friends are too treasure. You might not be as close with them as you are with the other, but still, a friend is a friend.
But there is this one friend that I don't want. Did not want for some time now already but certain recent actions has confirmed that I am so glad she is not my friend anymore. How this situation came about is very sad and it shows perfectly how power and money can change a person.
I will not name this person as I am sure many of my friends will know who she is. I feel like talking/writing about her now because she is hurting a very good friend of mine now, perhaps at this very moment that I am sitting here writing.
I knew this friend when I was working at the NST. We became very close then, like "isi and kuku" my editors used to say. So much so that we used to ask for assignments at different times so we could accompany each other. She used to help me with many things, especially if they were politically related and me her with other things too. She didn't have a car and I used to drive her around. Even as far as Shah Alam from our office in Bangsar to see her mom. Basically, I would have done anything for her as one would expect of friends rite.
There was even a time when she was going through a bad spell with a guy and was on the brink of committing suicide. I remember some of us going out in the middle of the night to take her off the roadside and stayed up with her all night making sure she didn't do anything stupid like pop sleeping pills aor cut her wrist. Oh my! If she could only remember that incident. Those same friends who helped her then are the ones she has hurt ir is hurting most now. Why is it that you can easily forget something so significant and memorable in your life.
My relationship with her started taking a bad turn just as I was about to leave NST. I joined Tourism Malaysia after NST and it was during my tenure there that she really hit me. Till this day I am asking myself why? In the end it all boiled down to money.
As I was not expecting to have a job so soon after leaving NST, I was given the opportunity by the Backbenchers Club to produce a newsletter for them. It was a very exciting project for me and I brought it this good friend of mine to help me along the way and advise me so to speak. Little did I know that she had her own designs and she managed to stab me from the back with this little project. She approached them through the other door offering her services instead. The thing is I didn't know about it and went on my way still asking her for advice while production went on. All of a sudden she just stopped talking to me and refused to take my calls etc. It was a few months later that I found out about her "plans" and of course I was shocked!
After almost a year later, she called me one afternoon and started apologising and crying and what not. I remember what she said till this day. She was sorry she was not a better friend to me and she was sorry she did not show enough appreciation after all we had been through together. Well, of course I accepted her apology and thought all was hunky dory. HAH!
She then started a new job with a Minister and of course being her friend was happy for her. But for my friend, it was more power and more money, and of course the position. She has changed tremendously and she has no qualms about stepping on people's and her friends toes, and fingers as well, while getting to the top. In her quest for power, she has deliberately and undeliberately hurt all her friends. She has become the talk among all of us, even people she recently met. She is a bad hat that everyone doesn't want in their books.
I had "meetings" with her about 2 years back as we happened to be involved in the same project, somewhat, together. This was when I saw her true colours and it has hurt me deeply. She saw me and walked right past me. She sat a few seats next to me and pretended she didn't see me. She saw all our other mutual friends talking to me and she ignored me. I will remember all this for a long time, my friend. I am not the vindictive type and probably as you were doing this I forgave you for your arrogance and stupidity but my dear, I cannot forget.
She has reached the pinacle of her career now and I know she is loving every minute of this new job, position and its opportunities. I wonder how she got there as those people who hired her must be really stupid and blind to all the stories of her corruption and mishandling. In this new office of hers there is a good friend of mine who she is making sure is out of the way. She is doing anything and everything in her power to see she is shown the back door. Ahhhhhh, little does she remember that this friend is the one who saved her from slashing her wrists a few years back. Should she have left you in the streets to bleed to death you think looking at how you are treating her now.
It makes me really sad to tell you this story. Not because I want to share her ugly side but only because this is about friendship. Obviously this woman doesn't know the meaning of the word and I doubt she ever will which makes me sadder. She has had some good friends in her lifetime but she threw them all away because it was not what she needed anymore. Get what I mean?
I don't think she reads this blog but I wish for her someday to realise how many people she has hurt in her lifetime. There was this very good lady friend which he had during our reporting days, the days we used to wait for Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin after his post-Cabinet meetings. She had hurt this lady too, very badly after joining that certain Minister. That good lady passed away last year of cancer. I wonder if she knows that. The last time I met that good lady, she told me about what this woman did to her and another mutual friend. She had tears in her eyes when she told me that story. May Allah bless her soul.
I have tears in my eyes thinking about her and how much she is hurting this good friend of mine now. If you only knew that what you have now is so temporary. Is it really worth it for you to hurt all these people and friends along the way. I closed my door to you a long time ago. And it will honestly take a miracle of God for me to open that door to you.
I wish you all the best in life.
Hahahaha ... sounds so corny!
I used to have a friend, I say used to with some regret, some regret only. I am not one for throwing away my friends. I like to keep all my friends, and the ones I maybe don't get along with too well, I keep anyway cause I believe friends are too treasure. You might not be as close with them as you are with the other, but still, a friend is a friend.
But there is this one friend that I don't want. Did not want for some time now already but certain recent actions has confirmed that I am so glad she is not my friend anymore. How this situation came about is very sad and it shows perfectly how power and money can change a person.
I will not name this person as I am sure many of my friends will know who she is. I feel like talking/writing about her now because she is hurting a very good friend of mine now, perhaps at this very moment that I am sitting here writing.
I knew this friend when I was working at the NST. We became very close then, like "isi and kuku" my editors used to say. So much so that we used to ask for assignments at different times so we could accompany each other. She used to help me with many things, especially if they were politically related and me her with other things too. She didn't have a car and I used to drive her around. Even as far as Shah Alam from our office in Bangsar to see her mom. Basically, I would have done anything for her as one would expect of friends rite.
There was even a time when she was going through a bad spell with a guy and was on the brink of committing suicide. I remember some of us going out in the middle of the night to take her off the roadside and stayed up with her all night making sure she didn't do anything stupid like pop sleeping pills aor cut her wrist. Oh my! If she could only remember that incident. Those same friends who helped her then are the ones she has hurt ir is hurting most now. Why is it that you can easily forget something so significant and memorable in your life.
My relationship with her started taking a bad turn just as I was about to leave NST. I joined Tourism Malaysia after NST and it was during my tenure there that she really hit me. Till this day I am asking myself why? In the end it all boiled down to money.
As I was not expecting to have a job so soon after leaving NST, I was given the opportunity by the Backbenchers Club to produce a newsletter for them. It was a very exciting project for me and I brought it this good friend of mine to help me along the way and advise me so to speak. Little did I know that she had her own designs and she managed to stab me from the back with this little project. She approached them through the other door offering her services instead. The thing is I didn't know about it and went on my way still asking her for advice while production went on. All of a sudden she just stopped talking to me and refused to take my calls etc. It was a few months later that I found out about her "plans" and of course I was shocked!
After almost a year later, she called me one afternoon and started apologising and crying and what not. I remember what she said till this day. She was sorry she was not a better friend to me and she was sorry she did not show enough appreciation after all we had been through together. Well, of course I accepted her apology and thought all was hunky dory. HAH!
She then started a new job with a Minister and of course being her friend was happy for her. But for my friend, it was more power and more money, and of course the position. She has changed tremendously and she has no qualms about stepping on people's and her friends toes, and fingers as well, while getting to the top. In her quest for power, she has deliberately and undeliberately hurt all her friends. She has become the talk among all of us, even people she recently met. She is a bad hat that everyone doesn't want in their books.
I had "meetings" with her about 2 years back as we happened to be involved in the same project, somewhat, together. This was when I saw her true colours and it has hurt me deeply. She saw me and walked right past me. She sat a few seats next to me and pretended she didn't see me. She saw all our other mutual friends talking to me and she ignored me. I will remember all this for a long time, my friend. I am not the vindictive type and probably as you were doing this I forgave you for your arrogance and stupidity but my dear, I cannot forget.
She has reached the pinacle of her career now and I know she is loving every minute of this new job, position and its opportunities. I wonder how she got there as those people who hired her must be really stupid and blind to all the stories of her corruption and mishandling. In this new office of hers there is a good friend of mine who she is making sure is out of the way. She is doing anything and everything in her power to see she is shown the back door. Ahhhhhh, little does she remember that this friend is the one who saved her from slashing her wrists a few years back. Should she have left you in the streets to bleed to death you think looking at how you are treating her now.
It makes me really sad to tell you this story. Not because I want to share her ugly side but only because this is about friendship. Obviously this woman doesn't know the meaning of the word and I doubt she ever will which makes me sadder. She has had some good friends in her lifetime but she threw them all away because it was not what she needed anymore. Get what I mean?
I don't think she reads this blog but I wish for her someday to realise how many people she has hurt in her lifetime. There was this very good lady friend which he had during our reporting days, the days we used to wait for Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin after his post-Cabinet meetings. She had hurt this lady too, very badly after joining that certain Minister. That good lady passed away last year of cancer. I wonder if she knows that. The last time I met that good lady, she told me about what this woman did to her and another mutual friend. She had tears in her eyes when she told me that story. May Allah bless her soul.
I have tears in my eyes thinking about her and how much she is hurting this good friend of mine now. If you only knew that what you have now is so temporary. Is it really worth it for you to hurt all these people and friends along the way. I closed my door to you a long time ago. And it will honestly take a miracle of God for me to open that door to you.
I wish you all the best in life.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Confinement Days
They say taking care of a miscarriage is harder than taking care of a delivery. Hmmmm ... I have been in confinement so to speak since last Wednesday, well Friday lah since I went for the suction and evacuation treatment. I have been resting in bed as best I can, not going up and down the stairs and basically limiting my movements.
Bob has been ferrying the kids to and from school and today I sent him out to buy bread and Ali's milk. He came back with four tins. Bravo!! Or plain lazy to go again next week!?! Men!!! Anyways .... when he came back I asked him if he thought two weeks was sufficient for me to be off my feet, which would make it after Hari Raya.
He shocked me and said try to do the whole works lah, 40 days. I almost screamed. 40 days! Are you nuts? I am going out of my mind already and it has only been 4 days and you want me to do this for 36 days more? Oh well ....
He said he wasn't too sure either but shouldn't it be since a miscarriage is the same as giving birth so I should take all the same steps on my road to recovery.Yes, totally agree. But 40 days is a way bit too long for me. He told me to clarify with "orang tua-tua lah" which is his mom so I called her and she laughed!
She said: "Tak yah lah kurung kat rumah!" Phew!! That is all I wanted to hear anyways. I can go out and do the usual stuff but just be careful. The "pantang" is more for the food intake. To stay away from the cold and windy food. The normal "pantang" lah.
That is no problem, I can do that. But I will stay off my feet at least until Friday so it would be a week exactly. I also will not start driving so soon. Perhaps after we get back from the Hari Raya holidays it would be okay to get behind the wheel again.
My favourite "urut lady" is also coming sometime this week. Of course to get back into shape, urut is part if it rite! He he he he ....
Aw shucks! That means I have to start going down for meals ah? Kinda liked that Queen treatment! Today last lah I eat upstairs ok ah?
Bob has been ferrying the kids to and from school and today I sent him out to buy bread and Ali's milk. He came back with four tins. Bravo!! Or plain lazy to go again next week!?! Men!!! Anyways .... when he came back I asked him if he thought two weeks was sufficient for me to be off my feet, which would make it after Hari Raya.
He shocked me and said try to do the whole works lah, 40 days. I almost screamed. 40 days! Are you nuts? I am going out of my mind already and it has only been 4 days and you want me to do this for 36 days more? Oh well ....
He said he wasn't too sure either but shouldn't it be since a miscarriage is the same as giving birth so I should take all the same steps on my road to recovery.Yes, totally agree. But 40 days is a way bit too long for me. He told me to clarify with "orang tua-tua lah" which is his mom so I called her and she laughed!
She said: "Tak yah lah kurung kat rumah!" Phew!! That is all I wanted to hear anyways. I can go out and do the usual stuff but just be careful. The "pantang" is more for the food intake. To stay away from the cold and windy food. The normal "pantang" lah.
That is no problem, I can do that. But I will stay off my feet at least until Friday so it would be a week exactly. I also will not start driving so soon. Perhaps after we get back from the Hari Raya holidays it would be okay to get behind the wheel again.
My favourite "urut lady" is also coming sometime this week. Of course to get back into shape, urut is part if it rite! He he he he ....
Aw shucks! That means I have to start going down for meals ah? Kinda liked that Queen treatment! Today last lah I eat upstairs ok ah?
Monday, September 22, 2008
HAPPENING!!!
I had the most happening buka puasa with my girlfriends last Saturday. We almost cancelled the event because of my miscarriage but I told my husband, no, I want to still have it cause I need the cheering up. And cheered me up it did!
There we have it (From left back row) Zurni, Nik Sheireen, Jami, Adeen, Suzana, Shake. (Seated from left) Oleen, Nikki and Sherie. Nat and I are missing!
We even had a packing left over session for sahur! Here is (From left) Adeen, Oleen, Jami and Shake. Aida is chopped off far left!
It was an event that we had been planning for almost 2 weeks, from the extensive menu to the most minute detail of which fireworks to play. When the day finally came there was definite excitement in the air.
I made sure I had enough bed rest that day, and stayed off my feet the whole day so that night I could go downstairs and be with my girl friends. All arrived promptly for break fast with husbands and kids in tow. Except for Nik Sheireen and Jami whose husbands were away and had other prior engagements.
It felt like Hari Raya already. We had fireworks and way too much food! The kids had so much fun and the best part if it all? Was seeing our husbands all get along!!
There we have it (From left back row) Zurni, Nik Sheireen, Jami, Adeen, Suzana, Shake. (Seated from left) Oleen, Nikki and Sherie. Nat and I are missing!
We even had a packing left over session for sahur! Here is (From left) Adeen, Oleen, Jami and Shake. Aida is chopped off far left!
That's us but 2 of us are missing. They went for a smoke!
This is Natasha and her youngest Sophia, macam dalam jail!
Zurni is always the quiet one. She just sits and listens to our rants and raves. Nikki is seen with the video camera here
Thursday, September 18, 2008
For Today ...
It's that body .. although it lookes pumped up. Some people can have sleepless nights ok!
And those eyes .... ahhhhh ... those eyes!
And those eyes .... ahhhhh ... those eyes!
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