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We were about to put our heads down on the pillows 2 nights ago when we heard a loud thud coming from the study room.
Gdbooom!!...Boom!!!.Oh MY GOD!!!!!
mama: Apa tu, papa, cuba you pi tengok, Ikram kena electrocuted ke?
Papa rushed out of bed but before he could reach the door, it was already opened by Ikram.
Ikram: Papa, mama, my name is listed as a candidate for the National Service next year! Oh sh*t!! Oh Sh*t!!!!! ......
mama: How do you know, Ikram?
Ikram: I've just checked it out at their website!
Ya Allah, macam mana nak calm Ikram down ni. He has always been against the idea of having to do the National Service. He said that it's a waste of his bloody 3 months!
Ikram: May I pretend to be suffering from OCD or something??......
Papa: Since you have no choice but to do it, you might as well enjoy the experience, Ikram. Think of it positively, you'll be given training in self reliance, character building, appreciation for your country and you'll be a stronger person when you come out.
If you choose to moan and groan, you will be miserable every single day of your life when you are there!...
mama: Kesian Ikram. Hope they will allow you to use fork and spoon for your meals.
( Ikram doesn't know how to eat using his fingers...) ,
lepas tu Ikram tak payah lah nak tunjuk2 tere, ikut aje apa instructor tu suruh.
Kalau ada budak nak rebut2 remote control tv, biarkan ajer..
(I was reffering to a boy who was killed by a fellow participant over a fight for TV remote control).
Cuba avoid masuk dalam air kotor yang bertakung.
(A few students were hospitalised due to bacteria infection as a result of being soaked in a puddle of water contaminated by animals).
Kalau Ikram takde duit, telefon ajer mama, tak perlu ikut instructor pergi Bank!
(A girl claimed to be raped by the instructor while hitching a ride from him to the bank)
With all these worries, mama pun go: Oh sh*t!!, Oh sh*t!!!!!!....
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Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
The Wisdom Tooth.
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Ikram woke up in pain yesterday. He requested that I made a dental appointment for him as he felt that half his face was acting in concert, determined to make his entire day miserable.
I picked him up after school and sent him direct to the Dentist's chair.
Dr. Putri: Oh my! You have 3 wisdom teeth coming out at three corners of your gums all at the same time!!!!! How old are you?
Ikram: 17!
I had my last tooth coming out while celebrating my 49th birthday. I was in excruciating pain that I could count the throbs of my gum to be in the same rythmn as the pounding of pillars at the construction site of Mutiara Damansara. Henceforth, I gave up my right to blame the lack of wisdom tooth for all my childish antics.
The children were sorry for me, they bought a Spa treatment as a birthday gift hopefully to sooth away the pain. Since it was the Father's Day celebration, papa got to go as well.
Halfway through the treatment, I got to soak myself in the bathtub strewn with rose petals of different colours.
mama: Eh, papa! I am bathing in 'air bunga', very soon I will be able to find a partner and get married to a handsome and rich Datuk!!!!!
Papa shouted from the bench where he was covered in a plastic wrap not unlike a mummia, in his thick Penang slang:
'Bukan ka hang baghu nak tumbuh gigi, dah gatai nak menikah????'
Ha, ha, ha....
We both laughed so loud that the guest next door must have expected that we were up to something lucrative....
I digress.
Back at the dentist office, Dr. Putri explained that 2 of the teeth were nicely placed. The one that bothered Ikram was on the upper left gum where the poor fella actually leaned towards the inside of Ikram's cheek for lack of space. It would require simple extraction, however, if I were to do it today, the inflamation would cause Ikram much pain.
mama: what do you propose as the best option for Ikram?
Dr. Putri: we will treat the sore with anti-biotic and pain-killer for 3 days, when the tooth is stabilised, I will proceed with the extraction.
mama: OK then, we'll see you again in 3 days' time. Until then, will Ikram still be in pain?
Dr. Putri: It should be bearable after 24 hours of medication.
On the way home, Ikram said he half expected that I would instruct the Dentist to just proceed with the extraction and do away with all the hassle!.
Ikram: But you consider my best interest and comfort, first and foremost. I don't think I will ever get a better mum than you, mama!!!
mama: Ooouuww, I love you too, Ikram...
Welcome to the world of wisdom!!!
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Ikram woke up in pain yesterday. He requested that I made a dental appointment for him as he felt that half his face was acting in concert, determined to make his entire day miserable.
I picked him up after school and sent him direct to the Dentist's chair.
Dr. Putri: Oh my! You have 3 wisdom teeth coming out at three corners of your gums all at the same time!!!!! How old are you?
Ikram: 17!
I had my last tooth coming out while celebrating my 49th birthday. I was in excruciating pain that I could count the throbs of my gum to be in the same rythmn as the pounding of pillars at the construction site of Mutiara Damansara. Henceforth, I gave up my right to blame the lack of wisdom tooth for all my childish antics.
The children were sorry for me, they bought a Spa treatment as a birthday gift hopefully to sooth away the pain. Since it was the Father's Day celebration, papa got to go as well.
Halfway through the treatment, I got to soak myself in the bathtub strewn with rose petals of different colours.
mama: Eh, papa! I am bathing in 'air bunga', very soon I will be able to find a partner and get married to a handsome and rich Datuk!!!!!
Papa shouted from the bench where he was covered in a plastic wrap not unlike a mummia, in his thick Penang slang:
'Bukan ka hang baghu nak tumbuh gigi, dah gatai nak menikah????'
Ha, ha, ha....
We both laughed so loud that the guest next door must have expected that we were up to something lucrative....
I digress.
Back at the dentist office, Dr. Putri explained that 2 of the teeth were nicely placed. The one that bothered Ikram was on the upper left gum where the poor fella actually leaned towards the inside of Ikram's cheek for lack of space. It would require simple extraction, however, if I were to do it today, the inflamation would cause Ikram much pain.
mama: what do you propose as the best option for Ikram?
Dr. Putri: we will treat the sore with anti-biotic and pain-killer for 3 days, when the tooth is stabilised, I will proceed with the extraction.
mama: OK then, we'll see you again in 3 days' time. Until then, will Ikram still be in pain?
Dr. Putri: It should be bearable after 24 hours of medication.
On the way home, Ikram said he half expected that I would instruct the Dentist to just proceed with the extraction and do away with all the hassle!.
Ikram: But you consider my best interest and comfort, first and foremost. I don't think I will ever get a better mum than you, mama!!!
mama: Ooouuww, I love you too, Ikram...
Welcome to the world of wisdom!!!
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Size '0'
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I must be the most backward mom in Lembah Klang for it was only last weekend that I know there is such a thing as a size '0' for a dress!!
I accompanied Dilla for shopping and I found out the reality behind her grouses all these while, that the fashion market is hostile to people her size!
Dilla, at 23+, could still fit into her clothes purchased when she was in standard 5, but the problem is she now has to wear an adult's image in order to be taken seriously as an auditor from a prestigious company in the city.
Our mission was to get her new 'working clothes', but those are not available at the Children's Department!. 'Miss Selfridges' are too frilly and sexy, 'mng' too casual, 'Zara' too heavy.
Thank God for 'Urban & Co'! I was at the point of giving up when we walked towards the half asleep salesgirl who turned out to be such a pleasant and helpful soul.
mama: Do you have suits in her size?
girl: Size 0, yes we do have a few left.
mama: Take them all and let my daughter try them on.
While Dilla was at the changing room, I asked the girl what's size '0', i.e. zero, did it mean there was no size at all????....
The salesgirl explained that size '0' is for adult with a teenager body who needs grownup designs. You can't go to work in 'little-bo-peep' dress bought from the children department, can you?
We finally managed to get some nice suitable stuff which could last Dilla for a few months. Infact, we purchased every piece that came in size '0' at the store that day, except for one black attire which papa said should only be worn to the boss's funeral.
Aaauuww papa, you are so cruel!!!
Later in the evening, I read in the paper that Victoria Beckham too is wearing a size '0'.
wow, what do you know, suddenly I understood what size '0' she was referring to!!!!
According to her, she could not fit into any clothes without doing much alteration on her own. She declared to have a waist of a seven year old, which means she could actually share her son Brooklyn's jeans. Imagine, David Beckham could be much richer if she should just do that.... (especially if her claim that she pigs on her food is not true!).
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I must be the most backward mom in Lembah Klang for it was only last weekend that I know there is such a thing as a size '0' for a dress!!
I accompanied Dilla for shopping and I found out the reality behind her grouses all these while, that the fashion market is hostile to people her size!
Dilla, at 23+, could still fit into her clothes purchased when she was in standard 5, but the problem is she now has to wear an adult's image in order to be taken seriously as an auditor from a prestigious company in the city.
Our mission was to get her new 'working clothes', but those are not available at the Children's Department!. 'Miss Selfridges' are too frilly and sexy, 'mng' too casual, 'Zara' too heavy.
Thank God for 'Urban & Co'! I was at the point of giving up when we walked towards the half asleep salesgirl who turned out to be such a pleasant and helpful soul.
mama: Do you have suits in her size?
girl: Size 0, yes we do have a few left.
mama: Take them all and let my daughter try them on.
While Dilla was at the changing room, I asked the girl what's size '0', i.e. zero, did it mean there was no size at all????....
The salesgirl explained that size '0' is for adult with a teenager body who needs grownup designs. You can't go to work in 'little-bo-peep' dress bought from the children department, can you?
We finally managed to get some nice suitable stuff which could last Dilla for a few months. Infact, we purchased every piece that came in size '0' at the store that day, except for one black attire which papa said should only be worn to the boss's funeral.
Aaauuww papa, you are so cruel!!!
Later in the evening, I read in the paper that Victoria Beckham too is wearing a size '0'.
wow, what do you know, suddenly I understood what size '0' she was referring to!!!!
According to her, she could not fit into any clothes without doing much alteration on her own. She declared to have a waist of a seven year old, which means she could actually share her son Brooklyn's jeans. Imagine, David Beckham could be much richer if she should just do that.... (especially if her claim that she pigs on her food is not true!).
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Thursday, July 06, 2006
The World Cup
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The World Cup fever is finally really going to be over this weekend!!
The whole nation had been gripped by the euphoria, just flip through the daily newspapers, listen to the radio, switch on the telly or have dinner at the mamak's stall..everything revolves around the soccer mania.
Hopefully our own national soccer team has learned a lot from the massive exposure. The technics and the strategies, and the most important the killer instinct of wanting to win!
In my house, I don't have to scan through the morning newspaper to realise that the world cup is still ongoing.
I just have to look in despair at Imran's drooping head on the table over breakfast!
and Dilla's red eyes on her way to work...
mama: Imran, the late nights to morning soccer games are doing you no good! Why don't you stop watching and get back to normal life?
Imran: Ha, ha, mama, you are so funny!
mama: Funny you said? I can be real funny by just switching off the Astro splitter in my room, lock my door and pretend to be dead until the next morning!!!!
Funny hah!?!
I still can't tell my mother to try not to be funny even at my age!
Do you know that?!?.....
Huh!!!.
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The World Cup fever is finally really going to be over this weekend!!
The whole nation had been gripped by the euphoria, just flip through the daily newspapers, listen to the radio, switch on the telly or have dinner at the mamak's stall..everything revolves around the soccer mania.
Hopefully our own national soccer team has learned a lot from the massive exposure. The technics and the strategies, and the most important the killer instinct of wanting to win!
In my house, I don't have to scan through the morning newspaper to realise that the world cup is still ongoing.
I just have to look in despair at Imran's drooping head on the table over breakfast!
and Dilla's red eyes on her way to work...
mama: Imran, the late nights to morning soccer games are doing you no good! Why don't you stop watching and get back to normal life?
Imran: Ha, ha, mama, you are so funny!
mama: Funny you said? I can be real funny by just switching off the Astro splitter in my room, lock my door and pretend to be dead until the next morning!!!!
Funny hah!?!
I still can't tell my mother to try not to be funny even at my age!
Do you know that?!?.....
Huh!!!.
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Friday, June 23, 2006
Kuala Lumpur - 3rd rude city in the world!
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Reader's Digest survey on 35 world's capital has discovered that Kuala Lumpur has emerged as the 3rd in the world for sheer rudeness!
What?!?...
Aren't we the first? (we lost only to Mumbai and Bucharest).
I mean we always want to be the tallest, the biggest, the longest, the highest....
We don't have much luck this year, do we?. Not only are we not able to build the first crooked half bridge, we can't even score a first in being the rudest!!!!
I must have contributed towards us getting at least the prestigious 3rd placing!
Yesterday, as I was deeply engrossed infront of the telly watching yet another Korean Drama serial 'Lovers in Prague', the house phone rang...
Rrriiinnggg....
Rrriiinnnggggg...
mama: hey, where is everybody??....anybody??.....
Rriiiiiiinnnnggggg.......
Aiyo!!!
It better not be my mother-in-law!!!
I walked very quickly to the family hall to pick up the phone.
Amoi: hello, may I speak to En. Aziz?
mama: he's not home yet.
Amoi: may I know what time will he be back?
mama: why do you want to know?
Amoi: I need to discuss with him regarding something.
mama: what??
Amoi: If he is interested to look at our holiday time-sharing plan.
mama: no, he's NOT interested!!
Amoi: how do you kno..
'click'!!
I put the phone down and quickly walked back to my bedroom to continue watching 'Lovers in Prague'.
See what I mean?
I would probably earned us a plush 35th position, if my telephone conversation went something like this:
Amoi: hello may I speak to En. Aziz?
mama: Oh, I'm terribly sorry and definitely have to profusely apologise to you because En. Aziz happens to be still on his way home from the office. You know the kind of traffic jam here in the city of Kuala Lumpur, everybody needs to earn a living and we do not mind sharing the narrow road with everyone even if we have to pay the expensive toll.
Amoi: may I know what time will he be back?
mama: well, I'm really not very sure, but I can try my best to assist you if you allow me to, after all I'm only watching a Korean Drama and it will only make me cry, anyway!
Amoi: I want to know if he's interested in a holiday time-sharing plan.
mama: Yes, that holiday time-sharing scheme. We have heard about the plan and was even duped (excuse my word, perhaps 'convinced' is more appropriate) once by a Duta Vista. We paid RM28,000.00 for a membership fee, but because we were late in paying the annual maintenance fee of RM1,000, our membership was cancelled. It was so silly of us, it's not the company's fault at all!! We were the ones who didn't read the very finely printed terms on the contract.
Due to the bad experience, I'm truly sad at the prospect of having to disappoint you this time around. However, I would like to compensate your effort for asking us by inviting you over for tea. I'll try to make that fluffy pancake once again and if it still turns out to be like a block of brick, I will drive over to the nearest bakery to get some British scones for you. Will that humble gesture be acceptable to you? Please...oh, please......
Amoi: 'click'!!..(orang tua ni dah giler agaknyer, or, have I called someone from a different city??!!)....
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Reader's Digest survey on 35 world's capital has discovered that Kuala Lumpur has emerged as the 3rd in the world for sheer rudeness!
What?!?...
Aren't we the first? (we lost only to Mumbai and Bucharest).
I mean we always want to be the tallest, the biggest, the longest, the highest....
We don't have much luck this year, do we?. Not only are we not able to build the first crooked half bridge, we can't even score a first in being the rudest!!!!
I must have contributed towards us getting at least the prestigious 3rd placing!
Yesterday, as I was deeply engrossed infront of the telly watching yet another Korean Drama serial 'Lovers in Prague', the house phone rang...
Rrriiinnggg....
Rrriiinnnggggg...
mama: hey, where is everybody??....anybody??.....
Rriiiiiiinnnnggggg.......
Aiyo!!!
It better not be my mother-in-law!!!
I walked very quickly to the family hall to pick up the phone.
Amoi: hello, may I speak to En. Aziz?
mama: he's not home yet.
Amoi: may I know what time will he be back?
mama: why do you want to know?
Amoi: I need to discuss with him regarding something.
mama: what??
Amoi: If he is interested to look at our holiday time-sharing plan.
mama: no, he's NOT interested!!
Amoi: how do you kno..
'click'!!
I put the phone down and quickly walked back to my bedroom to continue watching 'Lovers in Prague'.
See what I mean?
I would probably earned us a plush 35th position, if my telephone conversation went something like this:
Amoi: hello may I speak to En. Aziz?
mama: Oh, I'm terribly sorry and definitely have to profusely apologise to you because En. Aziz happens to be still on his way home from the office. You know the kind of traffic jam here in the city of Kuala Lumpur, everybody needs to earn a living and we do not mind sharing the narrow road with everyone even if we have to pay the expensive toll.
Amoi: may I know what time will he be back?
mama: well, I'm really not very sure, but I can try my best to assist you if you allow me to, after all I'm only watching a Korean Drama and it will only make me cry, anyway!
Amoi: I want to know if he's interested in a holiday time-sharing plan.
mama: Yes, that holiday time-sharing scheme. We have heard about the plan and was even duped (excuse my word, perhaps 'convinced' is more appropriate) once by a Duta Vista. We paid RM28,000.00 for a membership fee, but because we were late in paying the annual maintenance fee of RM1,000, our membership was cancelled. It was so silly of us, it's not the company's fault at all!! We were the ones who didn't read the very finely printed terms on the contract.
Due to the bad experience, I'm truly sad at the prospect of having to disappoint you this time around. However, I would like to compensate your effort for asking us by inviting you over for tea. I'll try to make that fluffy pancake once again and if it still turns out to be like a block of brick, I will drive over to the nearest bakery to get some British scones for you. Will that humble gesture be acceptable to you? Please...oh, please......
Amoi: 'click'!!..(orang tua ni dah giler agaknyer, or, have I called someone from a different city??!!)....
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Saturday, June 10, 2006
Menimang Cucu.
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Congratulations to my friend, Opah, who has just been a grandma 3 times over!
Opah is a practising professional engineer who is also a wife, a mother, a grandma, a bibik and a housekeeper!
Her ability in multitasking is beyond me, who could only manage an extra job of pampering 6 cats without whining.
Another friend, Izan (NekJan), is a grandmother of 2, a career lady with a young girl's blush still on her cheeks.
Juyah has just become a hillarious first time grandma who prefers to be lovingly called WanJu. Believe me, she herself is still very much a spoilt little girl. Her antics are unprintable here...
And Bani once told us that she had to coax her son and daughter-in-law to lend her cucu to be pampered. She is now somewhere in UK on sabbatical doing something postPhD.
Sigh...from gigglish teenagers of the 70's, we are now in the era of grandmothering...
The other day papa looked at me and asked:
Are you sure you 'want' to turn 50??
mama: well, 50 is just a figure written somewhere, I'm not sure where, on the data entry of the Registration Dept. where I'm not in-charged of.
Unlike most people, I self-calibrate my day to consist of 48hrs, based on which, my existance is 25years thus far.
papa: That's the way to go, mama.
Age is just mind over matter, if you don't mind it doesn't matter!!
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Congratulations to my friend, Opah, who has just been a grandma 3 times over!
Opah is a practising professional engineer who is also a wife, a mother, a grandma, a bibik and a housekeeper!
Her ability in multitasking is beyond me, who could only manage an extra job of pampering 6 cats without whining.
Another friend, Izan (NekJan), is a grandmother of 2, a career lady with a young girl's blush still on her cheeks.
Juyah has just become a hillarious first time grandma who prefers to be lovingly called WanJu. Believe me, she herself is still very much a spoilt little girl. Her antics are unprintable here...
And Bani once told us that she had to coax her son and daughter-in-law to lend her cucu to be pampered. She is now somewhere in UK on sabbatical doing something postPhD.
Sigh...from gigglish teenagers of the 70's, we are now in the era of grandmothering...
The other day papa looked at me and asked:
Are you sure you 'want' to turn 50??
mama: well, 50 is just a figure written somewhere, I'm not sure where, on the data entry of the Registration Dept. where I'm not in-charged of.
Unlike most people, I self-calibrate my day to consist of 48hrs, based on which, my existance is 25years thus far.
papa: That's the way to go, mama.
Age is just mind over matter, if you don't mind it doesn't matter!!
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Friday, June 02, 2006
Motivation Camp.
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During the first week of this school holidays, Ikram had to attend a motivational camp at some God forsaken place in Ulu Yam.
mama: Don't you have enough of these motivational thingy coming from the entire clan at home??
Ikram: Since it is already included in the Semester fee, I might as well go and check it out!
But Ikram said his glasses is no longer good, he can't see a mosquitoe flying pass by.
We went to the optician and got his eyesight checked.
The power has doubled, courtesy of small prints of the text books, not the computer screen, playstation or the television set!.....:)?!?
When he tried on the new pair of glasses, Tasya said Ikram looked like Joon Sang, the hero in Korean Drama "Winter Sonata"!
On Friday, Ikram started packing, complete with Papa's newly acquired viewcam in tow.
I drove him to the school, as we arrived at the school gate, his handphone rang.
mama: who was on the line?
Ikram: Natalie's mum. She asked me to take good care of Natalie.
mama: Amboi! Hang tak tau jaga diri sendiri, nak pi menyanggup jaga anak dara orang!!!
The next day I received an sms from Ikram:
mama, sorry, bad news. I tripped in the river whilst jungle trekking and lost my specs. Sori mama, jangan marah ye!
I tried calling him but it was impossible. Papa said there was probably no phone coverage in the area.
I sent an sms all the same:
It's OK, are you injured? Take care of yourself!
Menyesal pulak mama berleter2kan about him not being able to take care of himself!
Dah jadi macam doa pulak!!
I've just returned from the same optician, bringing back the same spectacles as the one that got lost in the river of Ulu Yam...
Now my son looks like 'Joon Sang' all over again..
Bae Yong Jun as Joon Sang in 'Winter Sonata'.
It is said that no one has a smile like his......
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During the first week of this school holidays, Ikram had to attend a motivational camp at some God forsaken place in Ulu Yam.
mama: Don't you have enough of these motivational thingy coming from the entire clan at home??
Ikram: Since it is already included in the Semester fee, I might as well go and check it out!
But Ikram said his glasses is no longer good, he can't see a mosquitoe flying pass by.
We went to the optician and got his eyesight checked.
The power has doubled, courtesy of small prints of the text books, not the computer screen, playstation or the television set!.....:)?!?
When he tried on the new pair of glasses, Tasya said Ikram looked like Joon Sang, the hero in Korean Drama "Winter Sonata"!
On Friday, Ikram started packing, complete with Papa's newly acquired viewcam in tow.
I drove him to the school, as we arrived at the school gate, his handphone rang.
mama: who was on the line?
Ikram: Natalie's mum. She asked me to take good care of Natalie.
mama: Amboi! Hang tak tau jaga diri sendiri, nak pi menyanggup jaga anak dara orang!!!
The next day I received an sms from Ikram:
mama, sorry, bad news. I tripped in the river whilst jungle trekking and lost my specs. Sori mama, jangan marah ye!
I tried calling him but it was impossible. Papa said there was probably no phone coverage in the area.
I sent an sms all the same:
It's OK, are you injured? Take care of yourself!
Menyesal pulak mama berleter2kan about him not being able to take care of himself!
Dah jadi macam doa pulak!!
I've just returned from the same optician, bringing back the same spectacles as the one that got lost in the river of Ulu Yam...
Now my son looks like 'Joon Sang' all over again..
Bae Yong Jun as Joon Sang in 'Winter Sonata'.
It is said that no one has a smile like his......
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Thursday, May 25, 2006
Happy Birthday, Girls!!
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When Tasya was one year old, we threw a big birthday bash for her.
She was surrounded with lots of toys, gifts from family members and friends.
But she told me that she wanted a baby as a present.
I didn't know exactly what she meant, but as if she is destined to have all her prayers answered, Dilla was born spot on Tasya's 2nd. birthday!!!
Since then, Dilla has been Tasya's sparring partner, in good and bad times, celebrating the same day each year for the past 23 years.
Happy Birthday, my 25th May girls!!
How about a double wedding too?!??...
I could almost hear them both screaming: Oooohh NO!!!!, mama, please NO!!!!!!!.......
When Tasya was one year old, we threw a big birthday bash for her.
She was surrounded with lots of toys, gifts from family members and friends.
But she told me that she wanted a baby as a present.
I didn't know exactly what she meant, but as if she is destined to have all her prayers answered, Dilla was born spot on Tasya's 2nd. birthday!!!
Since then, Dilla has been Tasya's sparring partner, in good and bad times, celebrating the same day each year for the past 23 years.
Happy Birthday, my 25th May girls!!
How about a double wedding too?!??...
I could almost hear them both screaming: Oooohh NO!!!!, mama, please NO!!!!!!!.......
Thursday, May 18, 2006
The Sad Sonata.
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Lately I have been crying so much until I've developed sags under both my eyes!
Yesterday, my beautician called to remind me that my monthly facial treatment is due.
I agreed to a 4.30pm appointment thinking that I could spend time on the bench after picking up Ikram from school.
However at 4.15pm, I called Ally to cancel my appointment.
mama: Ally, we won't be finished until 6pm, right?
Ally: Ya, treatment should be over latest by 7pm.
mama: Sorry Ally, I'll have to reschedule the appointment! I have to be home at 6pm to watch The Sad Sonata!
That's the cause of my weeping so much.......
The Sad Sonata is currently shown on RTM2 at 6.00pm-7.00pm daily From Monday to Thursday.
It's such a sad story about love that is denied through cruel twists of fate.
The serial has put my activity for the day at a standstill for an hour each evening.
Imran: Ya Allah mama!!!! Sedih sangat ker???? (after he saw half a box of drenched tissue paper on my bedroom table).
I'm not qualified and do not want to write reviews on dramas, but Korean dramas manage to consume me thus far!
We first started watching 'The Winter Sonata' a few years ago.
When papa came back from office in the evening, he found Tasya and Dilla sprawled at the family hall wailing profusely.
As he entered the bedroom, I was wiping my face with a face towel (as tissue papers would not be sufficient to dry away the tears!!!)
Papa: Weh, is there a funeral here????
You girls are sooo silly!!!
Later on I cried each evening watching 'Autumn in My Heart'.
and 'Love Story in Harvard',
and 'Stairways to Heaven'.........
They are well made dramas depicting the Korean culture, bersopan santun, full of respect for the elders, work ethics, value of frienships, and able to make us cry buckets.....
Our film makers should emulate them.
Instead of showing Harith Iskandar running around the house in his underwear showing his 'lanjut' thingy, with Ida Nerina berkemban ditengah2 rumah ditengah2 hari....,
The film maker told us to swallow the fact that it IS being Malaysian,
nak bertengkar2 lagi dengan whoever dare say otherwise (after all they have won an international award)*..
Ooooppss.....I've said earlier that I am not a qualified movie reviewer!!!!!
*No prizes for guessing which movie!!!....
The Sad Sonata
*Reviewed by jicy
Oh, the sweet bitterness of first love. This of course is a common recurring theme in most Korean dramas. Sad Love Song, just as the drama name suggests, delivers a tragic storyline about three characters; through their passion to launch careers in the music industry, their lives are intertwined by fate within the intricate nature of love and friendship.
Three-handed concerto
As a boy growing up, Seo Jun-young (Kwon Sang-woo) hates his social status of being the prostitute's son. He is ashamed of being raised by his single mother (Na Young-hee), who owns a pub at the American army's base area. Humiliated with the endless teasing, insults and bullying at school, Jun-young is frequently involved in fights with his peers. All until he meets Park Hye-in, who showers him with love and diverts his attention to develop his musical talent of becoming a promising composer.
Park Hye-in (Kim Hee-sun) is Seo Jun-young's childhood sweetheart. A tragic infancy resulted Hye-in losing her parents, and then she suffered the loss of her eyesight during a severe illness. Seo Jun-young, as her classmate, first started to help out Hye-in by the request of their teacher. However, within time, Hye-in and Jun-young build a strong bond of friendship that blossoms into everlasting love. Hye-in was raised by her aunt, Audrey (Jin Hee-kyung), who works at the pub owned by Jun-young's mother. She inherited her mother's beautiful voice and enjoys playing the piano with hopes of becoming a renowned singer.
Seo Jun-young's best friend is Lee Gun-woo (Yeon Jung-hoon). They met in the occasion of a bizarre misunderstanding which led to a violent fight between the boys. After Lee Gun-woo and Seo Jun-young beat the crap out of each other, both of them eventually formed a special bond and developed a close friendship during high school. Lee Gun-woo is the heir of his father's successful telecommunications business company in South Korea. The loss of his mother during childhood has impacted Gun-woo's life, which causes him to distrust love. He is a bit rebellious towards his father's requests, as he has an ambitious dream of starting his own music production company.
Fateful tragedy
Seo Jun-young is a tragic character in this drama. His only love, Park Hye-in, continues to be separated from him, while he suffers through a series of misfortunate events without her. He gets a new identity as Choi Jun-kyu, while he lives with his father (Lee Young-ha) in Seoul, for high school registration purposes. During some of the lowest point in his teenage life, his friendship with Lee Gun-woo and Jang Jin-pyo (Mc Mong) alleviate some of his distress.
When Park Hye-in's aunt, Audrey, decides to marry her American boyfriend and seek a new life in New York, Hye-in unwillingly leaves Jun-young to be with her aunt. Life in America turns out to be a complete nightmare. Audrey's abusive husband leaves Hye-in and Audrey to seek another refuge, whilst Audrey looks aimlessly for means of employment to finance their trip back to South Korea.
Coincidently, Lee Gun-woo comes to New York to further his studies at Princeton. Fate brings Park Hye-in to meet Lee Gun-woo at Central Park; it is love at first sight for Gun-woo. He instantly becomes a saviour to Audrey's problems. He helps Hye-in to land singing gigs at a jazz club, finances Hye-in's eye surgery and loves Hye-in with all his heart. He even assists Jun-young to visit New York, in hopes of helping Jun-young find his girlfriend. The attempt fails through a drug trafficking mix-up and Jun-young, destined to be apart from Hye-in, is sent back to South Korea immediately.
Hye-in's life falls apart when she loses touch with Jun-young and receives a false informed letter about Jun-young's death. Lee Gun-woo stands by her through her depressed days, suicide attempts, and Hye-in still passionately lingers onto her first love, Jun-young, who lives in her heart. In the meantime, Gun-woo actively pursues Hye-in, and proposes to her.
Upon the completion of his studies, Lee Gun-woo returns to South Korea with Park Hye-in, and Gun-woo proudly brings Hye-in to visit his best friend, Seo Jun-young (whom he knew as Choi Jun-Kyu from high school). At the first sight of Park Hye-in and Lee Gun-woo together, Seo Jun-young's heart sinks to rock bottom. The turmoil follow suit for all three characters, at the crossroads of choosing love or friendship, depicts one of the saddest melodramas..
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Lately I have been crying so much until I've developed sags under both my eyes!
Yesterday, my beautician called to remind me that my monthly facial treatment is due.
I agreed to a 4.30pm appointment thinking that I could spend time on the bench after picking up Ikram from school.
However at 4.15pm, I called Ally to cancel my appointment.
mama: Ally, we won't be finished until 6pm, right?
Ally: Ya, treatment should be over latest by 7pm.
mama: Sorry Ally, I'll have to reschedule the appointment! I have to be home at 6pm to watch The Sad Sonata!
That's the cause of my weeping so much.......
The Sad Sonata is currently shown on RTM2 at 6.00pm-7.00pm daily From Monday to Thursday.
It's such a sad story about love that is denied through cruel twists of fate.
The serial has put my activity for the day at a standstill for an hour each evening.
Imran: Ya Allah mama!!!! Sedih sangat ker???? (after he saw half a box of drenched tissue paper on my bedroom table).
I'm not qualified and do not want to write reviews on dramas, but Korean dramas manage to consume me thus far!
We first started watching 'The Winter Sonata' a few years ago.
When papa came back from office in the evening, he found Tasya and Dilla sprawled at the family hall wailing profusely.
As he entered the bedroom, I was wiping my face with a face towel (as tissue papers would not be sufficient to dry away the tears!!!)
Papa: Weh, is there a funeral here????
You girls are sooo silly!!!
Later on I cried each evening watching 'Autumn in My Heart'.
and 'Love Story in Harvard',
and 'Stairways to Heaven'.........
They are well made dramas depicting the Korean culture, bersopan santun, full of respect for the elders, work ethics, value of frienships, and able to make us cry buckets.....
Our film makers should emulate them.
Instead of showing Harith Iskandar running around the house in his underwear showing his 'lanjut' thingy, with Ida Nerina berkemban ditengah2 rumah ditengah2 hari....,
The film maker told us to swallow the fact that it IS being Malaysian,
nak bertengkar2 lagi dengan whoever dare say otherwise (after all they have won an international award)*..
Ooooppss.....I've said earlier that I am not a qualified movie reviewer!!!!!
*No prizes for guessing which movie!!!....
The Sad Sonata
*Reviewed by jicy
Oh, the sweet bitterness of first love. This of course is a common recurring theme in most Korean dramas. Sad Love Song, just as the drama name suggests, delivers a tragic storyline about three characters; through their passion to launch careers in the music industry, their lives are intertwined by fate within the intricate nature of love and friendship.
Three-handed concerto
As a boy growing up, Seo Jun-young (Kwon Sang-woo) hates his social status of being the prostitute's son. He is ashamed of being raised by his single mother (Na Young-hee), who owns a pub at the American army's base area. Humiliated with the endless teasing, insults and bullying at school, Jun-young is frequently involved in fights with his peers. All until he meets Park Hye-in, who showers him with love and diverts his attention to develop his musical talent of becoming a promising composer.
Park Hye-in (Kim Hee-sun) is Seo Jun-young's childhood sweetheart. A tragic infancy resulted Hye-in losing her parents, and then she suffered the loss of her eyesight during a severe illness. Seo Jun-young, as her classmate, first started to help out Hye-in by the request of their teacher. However, within time, Hye-in and Jun-young build a strong bond of friendship that blossoms into everlasting love. Hye-in was raised by her aunt, Audrey (Jin Hee-kyung), who works at the pub owned by Jun-young's mother. She inherited her mother's beautiful voice and enjoys playing the piano with hopes of becoming a renowned singer.
Seo Jun-young's best friend is Lee Gun-woo (Yeon Jung-hoon). They met in the occasion of a bizarre misunderstanding which led to a violent fight between the boys. After Lee Gun-woo and Seo Jun-young beat the crap out of each other, both of them eventually formed a special bond and developed a close friendship during high school. Lee Gun-woo is the heir of his father's successful telecommunications business company in South Korea. The loss of his mother during childhood has impacted Gun-woo's life, which causes him to distrust love. He is a bit rebellious towards his father's requests, as he has an ambitious dream of starting his own music production company.
Fateful tragedy
Seo Jun-young is a tragic character in this drama. His only love, Park Hye-in, continues to be separated from him, while he suffers through a series of misfortunate events without her. He gets a new identity as Choi Jun-kyu, while he lives with his father (Lee Young-ha) in Seoul, for high school registration purposes. During some of the lowest point in his teenage life, his friendship with Lee Gun-woo and Jang Jin-pyo (Mc Mong) alleviate some of his distress.
When Park Hye-in's aunt, Audrey, decides to marry her American boyfriend and seek a new life in New York, Hye-in unwillingly leaves Jun-young to be with her aunt. Life in America turns out to be a complete nightmare. Audrey's abusive husband leaves Hye-in and Audrey to seek another refuge, whilst Audrey looks aimlessly for means of employment to finance their trip back to South Korea.
Coincidently, Lee Gun-woo comes to New York to further his studies at Princeton. Fate brings Park Hye-in to meet Lee Gun-woo at Central Park; it is love at first sight for Gun-woo. He instantly becomes a saviour to Audrey's problems. He helps Hye-in to land singing gigs at a jazz club, finances Hye-in's eye surgery and loves Hye-in with all his heart. He even assists Jun-young to visit New York, in hopes of helping Jun-young find his girlfriend. The attempt fails through a drug trafficking mix-up and Jun-young, destined to be apart from Hye-in, is sent back to South Korea immediately.
Hye-in's life falls apart when she loses touch with Jun-young and receives a false informed letter about Jun-young's death. Lee Gun-woo stands by her through her depressed days, suicide attempts, and Hye-in still passionately lingers onto her first love, Jun-young, who lives in her heart. In the meantime, Gun-woo actively pursues Hye-in, and proposes to her.
Upon the completion of his studies, Lee Gun-woo returns to South Korea with Park Hye-in, and Gun-woo proudly brings Hye-in to visit his best friend, Seo Jun-young (whom he knew as Choi Jun-Kyu from high school). At the first sight of Park Hye-in and Lee Gun-woo together, Seo Jun-young's heart sinks to rock bottom. The turmoil follow suit for all three characters, at the crossroads of choosing love or friendship, depicts one of the saddest melodramas..
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Sunday, May 14, 2006
The Brainless Napoleon.
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In 1996, a banker friend needed money to start a business and decided to sell his 3 storey bungalow in Kg.Tunku to me.
I thought why not, sold some shares in the stock market, and the house became another compliment of the KLSE .
I heard later that my friend did not do well in his business, lost the money and lost his house...
Since my family did not want to stay in Kg.Tunku, I rented the property out to a Singaporean businessman who turned the place into his headquarters.
We'd think that I should now happily collect my monthly rental and spend them all on my children.
However, as a property owner, I have to pay the municipality a 'cukai pintu' (door tax??) twice a year, and a 'cukai tanah' once a year. Not to forget 28% of the collected rental goes to inland revenue as business income tax.
It's the time of the year to pay the 'cukai tanah' again, before 31May each year, or else, a 5%penalty will be imposed.
For the said house in Kg.Tunku, the cukai tanah has always been RM137.00 per year.
It has been so since 1996!!
This year I received a hefty bill of RM16,400.00!!!!
Wey, gilo ko, tak roti kiro??
I sent Ariff my office boy to inquire at the land office in Shah Alam.
The clerk there told him that she'll investigate and will let him know the outcome after 6 days.
After 7 days, Ariff made the call.
Ariff: Puan, saya dah call pejabat tanah, diorang kata memang cukai ni RM16,400.00 sebab tanah tu luas!
Kalau Puan tak puas hati, diorang minta Puan call this phone number and talk to Mary.
I looked at the bill and realised that some smart worker at the pejabat tanah has keyed in the keluasan tanah as 81,600meter persegi, translated to be a hefty 14.5 acres.
I checked the previous bill and it was only 0.12acres!!
If I were to own 14.5acres of prime land in SS1, I could build 120 units of 3storey bungalow lots there. I will not name the place Kg.Tunku, but MamaIrma Mansions instead!!!
Realising the source of the mistake, I promptly called the number given by Ariff
mama: hello. boleh saya bercakap dengan Mary?
answerer: Mary bukan di talian ni, sila dial 03-********
after dialing the new given number,
Hello, boleh saya bercakap dengan Mary?
answerer: Ini bukan number Mary, dial 03-****** (the first number in the first place!)
mama: eh, tadi saya dial number tu tapi girl tu kata dial number ni!
answerer: siapa yang pandai2 bagi nombor ni? awak ada nama dia????
mama: Takpe lah, saya perlu bercakap dengan Mary sebab ada kesilapan pada bil cukai tanah saya.
answerer: Mary dah tak buat billing lagi, dia sekarang dah bertukar ke bahagian pendaftaran. Puan sekarang kena call Amy di nombor 03-*******.
mama: OK. terima kasih.
I dialled the said Amy.
answerer: sori, Puan Amy busy, telepon balik selepas 10 minit.
after 10 minutes,
answerer: sori, Puan Amy keluar minum....
Ini yang darah aku menyirap ni!!
Nanti hujung tahun masa budget, diorang lah yang paling sebok minta kenaikan gaji, bonus segala, tapi prestasi kerja macam bawak kereta lembu!!!
mama: Tapi saya perlu cakap dengan seseorang yang boleh selesaikan masalah bil cukai tanah saya ni!
I heard the girl called out to someone named Jo.
After explaining the mistakes to Jo, he said I'll have to talk to Ani!!!
I RE explained to Ani, trying all the time to be extra polite hopefully my problem could be solved.
mama: you see, Ani, rumah akak ni cuma sebijik bungalow di KgTunku, takkan lah luasnya sampai 14 ekar. Kalau gitu termasuklah kawasan perkuburan Islam, jerat Cina dan Sek. Keb. Kg.Tunku!!! Lagi pun cuba you tengok rekod bil akak sebelum ni. kan dah bertahun2 bayar RM137.00 saja, kenapa tiba2 jadi RM16,400 pulak tahun ni???
Ani: Ini akak kena pergi pejabat tanah di Shah Alam, ground floor, counter 16, bawak sales and purchase agreement dan geran tanah yang menunjukkan bukti tanah tu cuma 0.12 acres!
mama: Bukan ke you all tu Pejabat Tanah, takkan tak boleh tengok rekod yang you all ada, dah siap nombor HSD, no.Lot, no. akaun...lagi pun geran tu kan ker you all yang keluarkan?
Ani: sori kak, akak kena betulkan rekod dulu! Jangan lupa settlekan sebelum 31May, kalau tak akak kena denda!
#%^#...(pundek hang lah!!!), korang yang taip macam tak pakai jari, lepas tu tak nak gunakan otak untuk nak perbetulkan kesilapan,
kitorang taxpayer yang susah!!...
Apa jadi dengan pesanan Pak Lah supaya pegawai kerajaan jangan jadi macam the little Napoleon?
Ntah2 diorang tak paham pun apo ko bondo eh litel napoleon tuh!
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.
In 1996, a banker friend needed money to start a business and decided to sell his 3 storey bungalow in Kg.Tunku to me.
I thought why not, sold some shares in the stock market, and the house became another compliment of the KLSE .
I heard later that my friend did not do well in his business, lost the money and lost his house...
Since my family did not want to stay in Kg.Tunku, I rented the property out to a Singaporean businessman who turned the place into his headquarters.
We'd think that I should now happily collect my monthly rental and spend them all on my children.
However, as a property owner, I have to pay the municipality a 'cukai pintu' (door tax??) twice a year, and a 'cukai tanah' once a year. Not to forget 28% of the collected rental goes to inland revenue as business income tax.
It's the time of the year to pay the 'cukai tanah' again, before 31May each year, or else, a 5%penalty will be imposed.
For the said house in Kg.Tunku, the cukai tanah has always been RM137.00 per year.
It has been so since 1996!!
This year I received a hefty bill of RM16,400.00!!!!
Wey, gilo ko, tak roti kiro??
I sent Ariff my office boy to inquire at the land office in Shah Alam.
The clerk there told him that she'll investigate and will let him know the outcome after 6 days.
After 7 days, Ariff made the call.
Ariff: Puan, saya dah call pejabat tanah, diorang kata memang cukai ni RM16,400.00 sebab tanah tu luas!
Kalau Puan tak puas hati, diorang minta Puan call this phone number and talk to Mary.
I looked at the bill and realised that some smart worker at the pejabat tanah has keyed in the keluasan tanah as 81,600meter persegi, translated to be a hefty 14.5 acres.
I checked the previous bill and it was only 0.12acres!!
If I were to own 14.5acres of prime land in SS1, I could build 120 units of 3storey bungalow lots there. I will not name the place Kg.Tunku, but MamaIrma Mansions instead!!!
Realising the source of the mistake, I promptly called the number given by Ariff
mama: hello. boleh saya bercakap dengan Mary?
answerer: Mary bukan di talian ni, sila dial 03-********
after dialing the new given number,
Hello, boleh saya bercakap dengan Mary?
answerer: Ini bukan number Mary, dial 03-****** (the first number in the first place!)
mama: eh, tadi saya dial number tu tapi girl tu kata dial number ni!
answerer: siapa yang pandai2 bagi nombor ni? awak ada nama dia????
mama: Takpe lah, saya perlu bercakap dengan Mary sebab ada kesilapan pada bil cukai tanah saya.
answerer: Mary dah tak buat billing lagi, dia sekarang dah bertukar ke bahagian pendaftaran. Puan sekarang kena call Amy di nombor 03-*******.
mama: OK. terima kasih.
I dialled the said Amy.
answerer: sori, Puan Amy busy, telepon balik selepas 10 minit.
after 10 minutes,
answerer: sori, Puan Amy keluar minum....
Ini yang darah aku menyirap ni!!
Nanti hujung tahun masa budget, diorang lah yang paling sebok minta kenaikan gaji, bonus segala, tapi prestasi kerja macam bawak kereta lembu!!!
mama: Tapi saya perlu cakap dengan seseorang yang boleh selesaikan masalah bil cukai tanah saya ni!
I heard the girl called out to someone named Jo.
After explaining the mistakes to Jo, he said I'll have to talk to Ani!!!
I RE explained to Ani, trying all the time to be extra polite hopefully my problem could be solved.
mama: you see, Ani, rumah akak ni cuma sebijik bungalow di KgTunku, takkan lah luasnya sampai 14 ekar. Kalau gitu termasuklah kawasan perkuburan Islam, jerat Cina dan Sek. Keb. Kg.Tunku!!! Lagi pun cuba you tengok rekod bil akak sebelum ni. kan dah bertahun2 bayar RM137.00 saja, kenapa tiba2 jadi RM16,400 pulak tahun ni???
Ani: Ini akak kena pergi pejabat tanah di Shah Alam, ground floor, counter 16, bawak sales and purchase agreement dan geran tanah yang menunjukkan bukti tanah tu cuma 0.12 acres!
mama: Bukan ke you all tu Pejabat Tanah, takkan tak boleh tengok rekod yang you all ada, dah siap nombor HSD, no.Lot, no. akaun...lagi pun geran tu kan ker you all yang keluarkan?
Ani: sori kak, akak kena betulkan rekod dulu! Jangan lupa settlekan sebelum 31May, kalau tak akak kena denda!
#%^#...(pundek hang lah!!!), korang yang taip macam tak pakai jari, lepas tu tak nak gunakan otak untuk nak perbetulkan kesilapan,
kitorang taxpayer yang susah!!...
Apa jadi dengan pesanan Pak Lah supaya pegawai kerajaan jangan jadi macam the little Napoleon?
Ntah2 diorang tak paham pun apo ko bondo eh litel napoleon tuh!
.
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
The Gold Mine.
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The Pharmacy located in the same block as my office has become a regular hang-out spot for me. Nowadays, Pharmacies have evolved into interesting retail outlets selling not only pharmacological products but also personal accessories such as hairclips and aromatherapy paraphernalia.
I have been buying products like the Pharmaton, Remifemin, iron tablets, supplements consisting of ACE+Zinc for my mother, anti-arthritic for my grandma, spirulina tablets, saw palmetto plus pumpkin seed for papa....etc.
(cannot divulge too much, if my insurance agent is to know, she will add a loading into my health insurance premium, suspecting poor health!)
The rate at which I am stocking these items on the shelf of my dining cabinet, I might as well acquire the pharmaceutical business myself.
Yesterday I was there to get my another month's supply of anti-cholesterol drug.
mama: Give me the literature!
Mr.Lau: Hai, nak baca literature lagi...
mama: Ya lah! I want to know exactly what are the chemicals I will be pumping into my internal organs!
Mr.Lau:......(looking at me reading the very very fine prints)...
mama: I understand all these. I did a double major in Bio-Chemistry too when I was in University.
Mr.Lau: How interesting and a varied life you have! I wish mine is as colourful, all those knowledge and enjoying your travel agency business. Look at me!!! I studied pharmacy but end up squatting here behind the counter until sh*t also cannot come out already!!...squat and squat and squat all day long!!!!.......
mama: You are doing OK Mr.Lau, I see a lot of walk-in customers here.
Mr.Lau: Ya, but this place has become a 'kedai runcit', with very small profit margin. I cannot be rich like you, not in a 100 years...The turnover at your travel agency is huge!!! and you get to see the world!!!!!....
mama: No, no Mr.Lau. You are wrong! I am NOT rich because of the travel agency! I would probably be, if I am the supplier of nasi lemak for the MAS first class cabin service.
I am an investor!!
Since Mr.Lau has become like a friend to me, I told him that there are a lot of money to be made in the Bursa Saham Malaysia. It is like a gold mine. A gold mine!! You only need the right tool and the right location to dig!..Go read all the stock trading literatures available locally and click on the KLSE site that shows the realtime daily quotes for your complete guidance!!!
The KLSE Composite Index is at it's 6year high right now! I squatted for 6 years for this moment to arrive! My 23years of experience pouring over charts tell me that we could be smack at the bottom of an uptrend. Just walk along and enjoy the pickings.......
Best of luck and happy trading!!!.
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The Pharmacy located in the same block as my office has become a regular hang-out spot for me. Nowadays, Pharmacies have evolved into interesting retail outlets selling not only pharmacological products but also personal accessories such as hairclips and aromatherapy paraphernalia.
I have been buying products like the Pharmaton, Remifemin, iron tablets, supplements consisting of ACE+Zinc for my mother, anti-arthritic for my grandma, spirulina tablets, saw palmetto plus pumpkin seed for papa....etc.
(cannot divulge too much, if my insurance agent is to know, she will add a loading into my health insurance premium, suspecting poor health!)
The rate at which I am stocking these items on the shelf of my dining cabinet, I might as well acquire the pharmaceutical business myself.
Yesterday I was there to get my another month's supply of anti-cholesterol drug.
mama: Give me the literature!
Mr.Lau: Hai, nak baca literature lagi...
mama: Ya lah! I want to know exactly what are the chemicals I will be pumping into my internal organs!
Mr.Lau:......(looking at me reading the very very fine prints)...
mama: I understand all these. I did a double major in Bio-Chemistry too when I was in University.
Mr.Lau: How interesting and a varied life you have! I wish mine is as colourful, all those knowledge and enjoying your travel agency business. Look at me!!! I studied pharmacy but end up squatting here behind the counter until sh*t also cannot come out already!!...squat and squat and squat all day long!!!!.......
mama: You are doing OK Mr.Lau, I see a lot of walk-in customers here.
Mr.Lau: Ya, but this place has become a 'kedai runcit', with very small profit margin. I cannot be rich like you, not in a 100 years...The turnover at your travel agency is huge!!! and you get to see the world!!!!!....
mama: No, no Mr.Lau. You are wrong! I am NOT rich because of the travel agency! I would probably be, if I am the supplier of nasi lemak for the MAS first class cabin service.
I am an investor!!
Since Mr.Lau has become like a friend to me, I told him that there are a lot of money to be made in the Bursa Saham Malaysia. It is like a gold mine. A gold mine!! You only need the right tool and the right location to dig!..Go read all the stock trading literatures available locally and click on the KLSE site that shows the realtime daily quotes for your complete guidance!!!
The KLSE Composite Index is at it's 6year high right now! I squatted for 6 years for this moment to arrive! My 23years of experience pouring over charts tell me that we could be smack at the bottom of an uptrend. Just walk along and enjoy the pickings.......
Best of luck and happy trading!!!.
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Thursday, May 04, 2006
123040506
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It's 12.30pm on 4th of May 06 now!!
Fancy that!
So, I'm spot on the 123040506 time zone ....
Happy 123040506 to me.
Whatever mama,
as long as you are happy!!..
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It's 12.30pm on 4th of May 06 now!!
Fancy that!
So, I'm spot on the 123040506 time zone ....
Happy 123040506 to me.
Whatever mama,
as long as you are happy!!..
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
A mother's daughter?
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Ikram said he did some quiz which was put up by a lifestyle, health and medical page.
He answered some questions like:
How often do you exercise? Never.
What do you eat daily? Junk Food.
What's your activities? Sedentary.
etc.
etc.
and with all those horrifying answers, the result said that he will live up to 76years old and will probably die of cancer.
mama: that easy?
Ikram: yep, not to worry considering the average lifespan for a man is 72years.
mama: if you manage to remain after 70, you'll live to collect the RM1.5m I insured your life for!
Ikram: if I perish at 69?
mama: I will collect it on your behalf, provided I manage to outlive you until I'm 101!
Ikram: I hope you will!!
mama: I don't think so, Ikram. As it is now I'm already so tired, juggling everything in one life!
Ikram: But could you please try to be around at least until I could introduce my future wife to you?
mama: Why?
Ikram: I want her to witness what a terror you are, so that she'll understand how I survived my childhood! And she could then write it all in her blog!!! HA, HA, HA!!!!!
mama: Ikram, people laugh at jokes, not insults!! #%^#!!!!
Could my kids be seeing me the way I see my own mother?
Oh, No!!
I hope Ikram is joking!
He is probably trying to scare me off, since he is now in the process of negotiating a Honda Civic instead of the Proton Gen2 which I promised he'll get, once he has a driver's license after his SPM.
I need a brainstorming session with papa tonight!!!!!!!........
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Ikram said he did some quiz which was put up by a lifestyle, health and medical page.
He answered some questions like:
How often do you exercise? Never.
What do you eat daily? Junk Food.
What's your activities? Sedentary.
etc.
etc.
and with all those horrifying answers, the result said that he will live up to 76years old and will probably die of cancer.
mama: that easy?
Ikram: yep, not to worry considering the average lifespan for a man is 72years.
mama: if you manage to remain after 70, you'll live to collect the RM1.5m I insured your life for!
Ikram: if I perish at 69?
mama: I will collect it on your behalf, provided I manage to outlive you until I'm 101!
Ikram: I hope you will!!
mama: I don't think so, Ikram. As it is now I'm already so tired, juggling everything in one life!
Ikram: But could you please try to be around at least until I could introduce my future wife to you?
mama: Why?
Ikram: I want her to witness what a terror you are, so that she'll understand how I survived my childhood! And she could then write it all in her blog!!! HA, HA, HA!!!!!
mama: Ikram, people laugh at jokes, not insults!! #%^#!!!!
Could my kids be seeing me the way I see my own mother?
Oh, No!!
I hope Ikram is joking!
He is probably trying to scare me off, since he is now in the process of negotiating a Honda Civic instead of the Proton Gen2 which I promised he'll get, once he has a driver's license after his SPM.
I need a brainstorming session with papa tonight!!!!!!!........
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Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Instant Noodle Doodle.
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Tasya asked me to purchase some Maggi mee in-the-bowl on my way home. She got used to the food whilst studying in London, and thought of having it tonight.
Ikram accused me of practising a double standard.
He has been stopped from consuming instant noodle. I have always insisted that he eats healthy freshly prepared meals, which is good for his mental development.
Ikram: I thought you said monosodium glutamate will hamper the progress of neuron connectivity in your brain?...(I made that up without referring to any medical journals).
mama: yep!
Ikram: How come Kak Sya may request for Maggi mee whilst I can't??????
mama: It's OK for Kak Sya to languish a bit since she is already so clever.
Ikram: what about me?
mama: You have to first prove yourself with valid documentation.
Ikram: well, I've just received my monthly exam result today. I scored 88 marks for my modern maths and 90 marks for my additional maths......
mama:......(terlopong......wanting to hug him from the driver's seat)......Congratulations, Ikram!!! so, all these ferrying you to and fro tuition centres, with me growing old behind the wheels has finally shown some results???
Ikram: Yeah, it appears that it wasn't a result of abstaining from eating instant noodles!!!!
The moment we reached home, other members of the family were waiting around dinner table. I entered the dining area and made an announcement:
'Fellas, listen! Ikram has just received his monthly exam result today, and he scored 90 marks for Add Maths!'
Everybody jumped from their seats.
The kitchen burst into euphoria.
The cats dispersed frantically in all directions as if asking 'what?..what???...what??????'....
Papa stood up and firmly shook Ikram's hand:
'Congratulations Ikram! From 10 marks to 90 marks after 3 months of tuition!!
We are so proud of you!!!!'
(mental note: If Ikram scores A1 for both his Modern Maths and Add Maths in his upcoming SPM Exam, I'll get a pair of imported sarees from Mumbai for the dearest fierce Mrs. Radha!)
Ikram: err..mama...may I have a bowl of instant noodle for dinner tonight???
mama: NO!
Dictatorship rules and is still alive and thriving in my household!!
Tasya asked me to purchase some Maggi mee in-the-bowl on my way home. She got used to the food whilst studying in London, and thought of having it tonight.
Ikram accused me of practising a double standard.
He has been stopped from consuming instant noodle. I have always insisted that he eats healthy freshly prepared meals, which is good for his mental development.
Ikram: I thought you said monosodium glutamate will hamper the progress of neuron connectivity in your brain?...(I made that up without referring to any medical journals).
mama: yep!
Ikram: How come Kak Sya may request for Maggi mee whilst I can't??????
mama: It's OK for Kak Sya to languish a bit since she is already so clever.
Ikram: what about me?
mama: You have to first prove yourself with valid documentation.
Ikram: well, I've just received my monthly exam result today. I scored 88 marks for my modern maths and 90 marks for my additional maths......
mama:......(terlopong......wanting to hug him from the driver's seat)......Congratulations, Ikram!!! so, all these ferrying you to and fro tuition centres, with me growing old behind the wheels has finally shown some results???
Ikram: Yeah, it appears that it wasn't a result of abstaining from eating instant noodles!!!!
The moment we reached home, other members of the family were waiting around dinner table. I entered the dining area and made an announcement:
'Fellas, listen! Ikram has just received his monthly exam result today, and he scored 90 marks for Add Maths!'
Everybody jumped from their seats.
The kitchen burst into euphoria.
The cats dispersed frantically in all directions as if asking 'what?..what???...what??????'....
Papa stood up and firmly shook Ikram's hand:
'Congratulations Ikram! From 10 marks to 90 marks after 3 months of tuition!!
We are so proud of you!!!!'
(mental note: If Ikram scores A1 for both his Modern Maths and Add Maths in his upcoming SPM Exam, I'll get a pair of imported sarees from Mumbai for the dearest fierce Mrs. Radha!)
Ikram: err..mama...may I have a bowl of instant noodle for dinner tonight???
mama: NO!
Dictatorship rules and is still alive and thriving in my household!!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Happy Anniversary!
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Last night, the person who shares the date wished me 'Happy Anniversary!'
mama: 'Happy Anniversary' to you too, papa!
26 years is a long time to be holding a bond in marriage, what more a happy family together.
Somehow we made it, alhamdulillah!
One thing for certain, it requires plenty of giving but not expecting anything in return,
always remember the goods and forget the bads....
and having tons of humour.
Haven't we heard that marriage is all about complementing each other?
That's very accurate in ours, with papa making up for ALL that mama lacks!!!he,he,he.....
Thank you children for your congratulatory messages,
we sure do deserve them!
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Last night, the person who shares the date wished me 'Happy Anniversary!'
mama: 'Happy Anniversary' to you too, papa!
26 years is a long time to be holding a bond in marriage, what more a happy family together.
Somehow we made it, alhamdulillah!
One thing for certain, it requires plenty of giving but not expecting anything in return,
always remember the goods and forget the bads....
and having tons of humour.
Haven't we heard that marriage is all about complementing each other?
That's very accurate in ours, with papa making up for ALL that mama lacks!!!he,he,he.....
Thank you children for your congratulatory messages,
we sure do deserve them!
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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Pain In The Neck.
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I woke up Monday morning with a pain in my neck. No, I'm not saying that I am the pain in the neck! I've got a pain in my neck!!....
The right side of the neck felt very tight as though someone is holding on to my neck, shoulder and the scapula. The anxiety had even caused me a headache and I felt nausea while driving Ikram to school early in the morning. Even the Hindi song played on Radio Music didn't help to ease the cranky feeling....
It was worse as I sat in my office watching the ticker on Bursa Saham. A lot of 'reds' compared to 'green' which was fine since I've not taken any serious position in the current run-up in the market yet. But I was breaking into cold sweat. and the painful neck was getting tighter..
Cannot tahan, I walked to Sartika Sari a few doors away for a massage. I spent 2 hours of office time there listening to all the possibilities of the neck pain. Ibu banyak angin, urat Ibu tersimpul, otot Ibu bengkak, Ibu makan sotong (??),....etc...etc....
Back in the office, the pain is still there, less RM120.00 paid to Yera the masseaur.
I tried to troubleshoot the problem by self diagnosing.
Could it be due to high cholesterol level in my blood? I had it checked once before and didn't do anything about it.
So I walked to the pharmacy and got the level tested. It was 8.55 !! The pharmacist gave me one look and with RM20.00 less, I knew I had to make the trip to my Dr.Koo!!!
Once in Dr. Koo's clinic, I showed the Doc my test result and complained that I got a stiff neck and shoulder.
Dr.Koo: What has a stiff neck got to do with your high cholesterol level?
mama: well, the deposits from the cholesterol in my blood are stuck in my neck veins, blood could not flow properly that's why I felt the discomfort.
Dr.Koo: God, NO! please,please madam, it doesn't work out that way!! Your pain in the neck has nothing to do with cholesterol content in your bloodstream! That's not what I learnt in med school!!!! Please.....
So, Dr. Koo went on and ask a few other symptoms:
tangan kebas? no.
difficulty in turning left and right? no.
gawking at computer too long? err......no, I take lots of breaks in-between.
tough pillow? no, I use contour pillow.
Dr.Koo has always known what I'm up to. My weak stomach, my lazy eyes, my fear of needles.... He has been my physician for the past 8years. He once dashed to my house to give me a jab for my vertigo attack. At that time, the whole world went round and round, I was throwing up everything in my stomach and could not tell where my legs and my arms were.
Dr.Koo prescribed some tablets for the neck pain.
RM50.00 for consultation, RM35.00 for the tablets.
If the pain doesn't stop after 3 days, we'll send you over to Damansara Specialist Centre for a neck scan!
Oh,ya, by the way, since you were upset about the cholesterol, here's a month's prescription of zorcor.
RM125.00 for anti cholesterol......
I swallowed the tablet promptly as I came out of Dr.Koo's clinic at 4pm.
By 7pm whilst waiting for Ikram from his tuition centre, the pain was completely gone!!
It was as if someone had pinched it away!!!...
I called Dr.Koo to inform him.
Dr.Koo: OK, no need for neck scan, no need for a tube of blood to further check your cholesterol, It was muscle spasm! Go change your pillow, measure your head to make sure the contour pillow suits your size.....
and don't gawk too much at the price changes in the stock market!!!
Papa said, as always, I tend to go round and round in trying to solve a crisis. It costs time and money. Should I went straight to Dr.Koo to address the problem, I would only spend 30minutes and RM35.00 for the tablet + RM50.00 for consultation,
instead of RM120.00 at the masseaur and RM20.00 at the pharmacy plus 2hrs.30mins for their services.....and RM125.00 for my anti cholesterol!!......
By the way, I also purchased a packet of salonplast for RM3.90.
That night I asked papa to paste a few on my back, shoulder and neck.
I appeared like a bundle of flesh with postage stamps all over.
Imran: what happen to mama?
papa: I'm posting her to Timbuktu, she's a pain in the neck!!....
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I woke up Monday morning with a pain in my neck. No, I'm not saying that I am the pain in the neck! I've got a pain in my neck!!....
The right side of the neck felt very tight as though someone is holding on to my neck, shoulder and the scapula. The anxiety had even caused me a headache and I felt nausea while driving Ikram to school early in the morning. Even the Hindi song played on Radio Music didn't help to ease the cranky feeling....
It was worse as I sat in my office watching the ticker on Bursa Saham. A lot of 'reds' compared to 'green' which was fine since I've not taken any serious position in the current run-up in the market yet. But I was breaking into cold sweat. and the painful neck was getting tighter..
Cannot tahan, I walked to Sartika Sari a few doors away for a massage. I spent 2 hours of office time there listening to all the possibilities of the neck pain. Ibu banyak angin, urat Ibu tersimpul, otot Ibu bengkak, Ibu makan sotong (??),....etc...etc....
Back in the office, the pain is still there, less RM120.00 paid to Yera the masseaur.
I tried to troubleshoot the problem by self diagnosing.
Could it be due to high cholesterol level in my blood? I had it checked once before and didn't do anything about it.
So I walked to the pharmacy and got the level tested. It was 8.55 !! The pharmacist gave me one look and with RM20.00 less, I knew I had to make the trip to my Dr.Koo!!!
Once in Dr. Koo's clinic, I showed the Doc my test result and complained that I got a stiff neck and shoulder.
Dr.Koo: What has a stiff neck got to do with your high cholesterol level?
mama: well, the deposits from the cholesterol in my blood are stuck in my neck veins, blood could not flow properly that's why I felt the discomfort.
Dr.Koo: God, NO! please,please madam, it doesn't work out that way!! Your pain in the neck has nothing to do with cholesterol content in your bloodstream! That's not what I learnt in med school!!!! Please.....
So, Dr. Koo went on and ask a few other symptoms:
tangan kebas? no.
difficulty in turning left and right? no.
gawking at computer too long? err......no, I take lots of breaks in-between.
tough pillow? no, I use contour pillow.
Dr.Koo has always known what I'm up to. My weak stomach, my lazy eyes, my fear of needles.... He has been my physician for the past 8years. He once dashed to my house to give me a jab for my vertigo attack. At that time, the whole world went round and round, I was throwing up everything in my stomach and could not tell where my legs and my arms were.
Dr.Koo prescribed some tablets for the neck pain.
RM50.00 for consultation, RM35.00 for the tablets.
If the pain doesn't stop after 3 days, we'll send you over to Damansara Specialist Centre for a neck scan!
Oh,ya, by the way, since you were upset about the cholesterol, here's a month's prescription of zorcor.
RM125.00 for anti cholesterol......
I swallowed the tablet promptly as I came out of Dr.Koo's clinic at 4pm.
By 7pm whilst waiting for Ikram from his tuition centre, the pain was completely gone!!
It was as if someone had pinched it away!!!...
I called Dr.Koo to inform him.
Dr.Koo: OK, no need for neck scan, no need for a tube of blood to further check your cholesterol, It was muscle spasm! Go change your pillow, measure your head to make sure the contour pillow suits your size.....
and don't gawk too much at the price changes in the stock market!!!
Papa said, as always, I tend to go round and round in trying to solve a crisis. It costs time and money. Should I went straight to Dr.Koo to address the problem, I would only spend 30minutes and RM35.00 for the tablet + RM50.00 for consultation,
instead of RM120.00 at the masseaur and RM20.00 at the pharmacy plus 2hrs.30mins for their services.....and RM125.00 for my anti cholesterol!!......
By the way, I also purchased a packet of salonplast for RM3.90.
That night I asked papa to paste a few on my back, shoulder and neck.
I appeared like a bundle of flesh with postage stamps all over.
Imran: what happen to mama?
papa: I'm posting her to Timbuktu, she's a pain in the neck!!....
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Monday, April 03, 2006
Ikram's woes
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Ikram bit the tip of his tongue, on the left side of his mouth.
He showed the poor crushed thing to us.
His younger brother Imran said he looked like someone suffering from AIDS.
Imran saw a picture of an AIDS sufferer with a tongue looking like that being shown by the counsellor at his school.
Ikram: How in the world do I get AIDS?. I don't share needles (not that I need to use one) and I've never had sex , what more a random one!...
And I'm certain that my mother did not have AIDS when I was born, otherwise, she will not be driving us around anymore, today!
Ikram is the greedy one. He eats a lot and can't blame him for gobbling hurriedly on his food when he has so little time to eat in-between school and tuition classes.
And with an injured tongue, he still wanted to have waffles with ice-cream at A&W located at the Ikano Power Centre.
Once there, Ikram made a gesture to go to the comic shop since he tried not to talk due to the pain.
Imran noticed his agony and said: Abang, orang tu tengok kita and kata ' kesian budak tu, dah lah hudoh, bisu pulak! Tapi nasib baik adik dia hensem'.....
Ikram was so annoyed and gave the brother one swing of the arm.
Imran: Adoi, sakitlah, ba**, bod***..........
I wanted to tell Imran that it was his fault in the first place, but, reprimanded Ikram that his TaeKwonDo expertise is never to be used to incapacitate anyone including his brother.
Otherwise, I'll end up with 2 handicaps at Ikano Power Centre, enjoying the A&W root beer floats.
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Ikram bit the tip of his tongue, on the left side of his mouth.
He showed the poor crushed thing to us.
His younger brother Imran said he looked like someone suffering from AIDS.
Imran saw a picture of an AIDS sufferer with a tongue looking like that being shown by the counsellor at his school.
Ikram: How in the world do I get AIDS?. I don't share needles (not that I need to use one) and I've never had sex , what more a random one!...
And I'm certain that my mother did not have AIDS when I was born, otherwise, she will not be driving us around anymore, today!
Ikram is the greedy one. He eats a lot and can't blame him for gobbling hurriedly on his food when he has so little time to eat in-between school and tuition classes.
And with an injured tongue, he still wanted to have waffles with ice-cream at A&W located at the Ikano Power Centre.
Once there, Ikram made a gesture to go to the comic shop since he tried not to talk due to the pain.
Imran noticed his agony and said: Abang, orang tu tengok kita and kata ' kesian budak tu, dah lah hudoh, bisu pulak! Tapi nasib baik adik dia hensem'.....
Ikram was so annoyed and gave the brother one swing of the arm.
Imran: Adoi, sakitlah, ba**, bod***..........
I wanted to tell Imran that it was his fault in the first place, but, reprimanded Ikram that his TaeKwonDo expertise is never to be used to incapacitate anyone including his brother.
Otherwise, I'll end up with 2 handicaps at Ikano Power Centre, enjoying the A&W root beer floats.
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
Don't Cry For Me, Argentina!
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Papa is leaving for Argentina tonight....
hu,hu,hu......
Penatnya mama tinggal sorang2 to carry out ALL the chores.
I'll have to do double trips in the morning sending those scholars to schools at 2 different directions.
And whenever papa is not around, the population always claim to have no appetite and I have to take them out for something they may like to eat instead.
The worst part is picking up Ikram from tuition at night, rabun and ngantuk!!!...
'Apa2 lagi lah kauu ni, nak pergi Argentina,
orang lain diSyarikat tu sedang kira uang yang akan diterima dari MSS (Mutual Separation Scheme)'....
....ala2 Pak Hj. Bakhil dalam Film Labu Labi..
mama: nak kira hari....nak kira hari...
nak kira hari....nak kira hari.....
Papa is leaving for Argentina tonight....
hu,hu,hu......
Penatnya mama tinggal sorang2 to carry out ALL the chores.
I'll have to do double trips in the morning sending those scholars to schools at 2 different directions.
And whenever papa is not around, the population always claim to have no appetite and I have to take them out for something they may like to eat instead.
The worst part is picking up Ikram from tuition at night, rabun and ngantuk!!!...
'Apa2 lagi lah kauu ni, nak pergi Argentina,
orang lain diSyarikat tu sedang kira uang yang akan diterima dari MSS (Mutual Separation Scheme)'....
....ala2 Pak Hj. Bakhil dalam Film Labu Labi..
mama: nak kira hari....nak kira hari...
nak kira hari....nak kira hari.....
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Al-Fatihah
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Papa came home from the office yesterday, looking grim.
As he opened the door, he told me, Hariyani has passed away this morning.
mama: Hariyani?......(silence)...
what did she die of? (Choked and half expecting the answer).
papa: They told me she got cancer....
Innalillahiwainnailaihirajiuun.....
Hariyani is the 6th of my peers who has passed on due to the big C, before the age 5o..
First it was Pip (my colleague at MITI),
then Kat (my auto industry buddy),
then Ana(my Domestic Trade fellow officer),
then Leha (my primary schoolmate),
then Zakiah (my STF74 friend).....
Nowadays, the frequency of you hearing about someone dying of cancer has become as routine as one being pickpocketed.
It's so sad.
They say it's because of our modified food intake,
Lack of exercise,
stressful life....
Whatever, I leave my fate to the Creator.
He brought us here,
and He will decide when to take us back
(hopefully to a better place.....).
Al-Fatihah.
Papa came home from the office yesterday, looking grim.
As he opened the door, he told me, Hariyani has passed away this morning.
mama: Hariyani?......(silence)...
what did she die of? (Choked and half expecting the answer).
papa: They told me she got cancer....
Innalillahiwainnailaihirajiuun.....
Hariyani is the 6th of my peers who has passed on due to the big C, before the age 5o..
First it was Pip (my colleague at MITI),
then Kat (my auto industry buddy),
then Ana(my Domestic Trade fellow officer),
then Leha (my primary schoolmate),
then Zakiah (my STF74 friend).....
Nowadays, the frequency of you hearing about someone dying of cancer has become as routine as one being pickpocketed.
It's so sad.
They say it's because of our modified food intake,
Lack of exercise,
stressful life....
Whatever, I leave my fate to the Creator.
He brought us here,
and He will decide when to take us back
(hopefully to a better place.....).
Al-Fatihah.
Friday, March 24, 2006
'Hijrah Remaja'
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If Dilla is to accidentally stumble upon my blog today, she will half expect that the title of my entry will be just that - 'Hijrah Remaja'!!
I was over the phone with some affected old friends, busy giving out free, solicited and unsolicited advice and my own two-cent worth views on The New Automotive Policy. After the reality dawned onto them, they decided to give me a call to compare if their interpretations on the guidelines were accurate. For a while, I heard myself sounding not unlike Datuk Dr. Zainal Aznam making his analysis on the newly tabled National Budget on a Friday in October. I adore Datuk Zainal Aznam!! He could make all those economic jargons so easy to be understood by non-economists like me!
By the way, in-between feigning my sympathy towards the filthy rich, I received a message from Dilla reminding me to watch the first episode of a talk-show programme called 'Hijrah Remaja' on Astro Ria Channel tonight. She will not be able to see the show since she is now in campus, preparing for her final exam of a final semester of the final year!!!........
I forgot all about it until I was changing channels after the News at 9pm. and saw Adam, the host of the show introducing the penalists by then. I managed to contain my patience for hardly 10 minutes of the 30 minutes airtime for the programme.
I definitely am no remaja anymore because the programme SO disturbed me!!
What's with the 'Ustaz' who came with a bad hairstyle, trying to do with his unfunny quips and jokes? He probably tried too hard to fit into the group, like a square peg in a round hole.
Even papa who was not actually watching, made a remark, is this joker going to be a permanent feature of the show?
And other members of the panel? They are in the 16-23 years age group.
Some of them looked lost ,with shallow one liner opinions.
It didn't help that the topics ranges from : Akad Nikah, Dating, Adat Resam Melayu or something to those effects.
To give you an idea, the ustaz at a time actually coached a penalist to say 'Dari berchatting terus berdating, lepas tu bunting!'
Like, hello?? Ustaz?? Is that a proper phrase to be said by a young girl who looked very ill at ease herself in handling the issues? And the girl went on to say something like : what to do, it's the norm nowadays.
Is it?
I don't know.
It certainly is NOT the norm amongst the youth I came across in my surroundings i.e. my own children, my nieces and nephews and my friends' children.....
Or I ought to wake up incase it is true!
It certainly helped a lot, Adam, if the penalists were given the topics for discussion ahead of the recording sessions, so that they came prepared with substancial knowledge of the subject matter.
You were impressive though, compared to the Adam I met chewing betel leaf with MakTok at my house during last Raya, he,he,he......
Hopefully the next episode will not be as painful to watch since Dilla and her cousin Nini will be making their special appearances......
I don't want to hide under the pillow, with Bella's tail poking at my nose, girls!!!
p/s: The handsome host sedang bercinta dengan seorang puteri Raje.
(source: cosmos, cosless)
.
If Dilla is to accidentally stumble upon my blog today, she will half expect that the title of my entry will be just that - 'Hijrah Remaja'!!
I was over the phone with some affected old friends, busy giving out free, solicited and unsolicited advice and my own two-cent worth views on The New Automotive Policy. After the reality dawned onto them, they decided to give me a call to compare if their interpretations on the guidelines were accurate. For a while, I heard myself sounding not unlike Datuk Dr. Zainal Aznam making his analysis on the newly tabled National Budget on a Friday in October. I adore Datuk Zainal Aznam!! He could make all those economic jargons so easy to be understood by non-economists like me!
By the way, in-between feigning my sympathy towards the filthy rich, I received a message from Dilla reminding me to watch the first episode of a talk-show programme called 'Hijrah Remaja' on Astro Ria Channel tonight. She will not be able to see the show since she is now in campus, preparing for her final exam of a final semester of the final year!!!........
I forgot all about it until I was changing channels after the News at 9pm. and saw Adam, the host of the show introducing the penalists by then. I managed to contain my patience for hardly 10 minutes of the 30 minutes airtime for the programme.
I definitely am no remaja anymore because the programme SO disturbed me!!
What's with the 'Ustaz' who came with a bad hairstyle, trying to do with his unfunny quips and jokes? He probably tried too hard to fit into the group, like a square peg in a round hole.
Even papa who was not actually watching, made a remark, is this joker going to be a permanent feature of the show?
And other members of the panel? They are in the 16-23 years age group.
Some of them looked lost ,with shallow one liner opinions.
It didn't help that the topics ranges from : Akad Nikah, Dating, Adat Resam Melayu or something to those effects.
To give you an idea, the ustaz at a time actually coached a penalist to say 'Dari berchatting terus berdating, lepas tu bunting!'
Like, hello?? Ustaz?? Is that a proper phrase to be said by a young girl who looked very ill at ease herself in handling the issues? And the girl went on to say something like : what to do, it's the norm nowadays.
Is it?
I don't know.
It certainly is NOT the norm amongst the youth I came across in my surroundings i.e. my own children, my nieces and nephews and my friends' children.....
Or I ought to wake up incase it is true!
It certainly helped a lot, Adam, if the penalists were given the topics for discussion ahead of the recording sessions, so that they came prepared with substancial knowledge of the subject matter.
You were impressive though, compared to the Adam I met chewing betel leaf with MakTok at my house during last Raya, he,he,he......
Hopefully the next episode will not be as painful to watch since Dilla and her cousin Nini will be making their special appearances......
I don't want to hide under the pillow, with Bella's tail poking at my nose, girls!!!
p/s: The handsome host sedang bercinta dengan seorang puteri Raje.
(source: cosmos, cosless)
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Thursday, March 23, 2006
The Reading Glass
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Rather busy in the office this morning, now that auditing period has started. Berselerak files on the table, on the floor, on the lap.....he,he,he....
Suddenly,.... kelepark....
Alamak, a file dropped on my spectacles, my reading spectacles!!!!
Habis lah hari ni, macam mana nak baca blog!!!!...kah,kah,kah...
I walked to the optician located at the end of my office block.
mama: Hi, I want to purchase a reading glass.
mr.ng: Why do you need a reading glass?
mama: To read!!! (of course).
mr.ng: Reading glass is only for a slightly aged lady, do you need one?
mama:.....(eh, optician ni, does he need a pair of spectacles as well? Tak nampak ker aku dah rabun jauh and rabun dekat nih?)....
Yes, I badly need one, I can't view my computer screen anymore!!
mr.ng: How old are you? 25?
mama: 50 LAH!!
mr.ng: ...(purak2 terperanjat!!)..
After testing my eyesight, I decided on a lightweight, rimless, titanium Gucci frame.
mama: Make sure it's ready by lunchtime, OK?!?
mr.ng: OK, but let me measure your iris to enable me to place your focal point.
mr.ng used that magnifying glass and looked closely at my eyes, again and again.
mama:....(apasal lagi ni? Aku ada cataract pulak ker?)...
mr.ng: You've got a hazel coloured iris! It's so rare and beautiful!
mama: ...(Eih, sudah2 lah memuji tu, dah beli Gucci frame pun!, By the way, it helps if only mr.ng at least resembles Richard Gere!) .....
Good try, mr.ng! I know it's hard to do business nowadays....
It's true. Even the infamous AP Kings are cringing in their Versace underpants this morning, after the guidelines on the long-awaited New Automotive Policy was released last night!
How do you know, you asked?
I know. I should know!!!
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Rather busy in the office this morning, now that auditing period has started. Berselerak files on the table, on the floor, on the lap.....he,he,he....
Suddenly,.... kelepark....
Alamak, a file dropped on my spectacles, my reading spectacles!!!!
Habis lah hari ni, macam mana nak baca blog!!!!...kah,kah,kah...
I walked to the optician located at the end of my office block.
mama: Hi, I want to purchase a reading glass.
mr.ng: Why do you need a reading glass?
mama: To read!!! (of course).
mr.ng: Reading glass is only for a slightly aged lady, do you need one?
mama:.....(eh, optician ni, does he need a pair of spectacles as well? Tak nampak ker aku dah rabun jauh and rabun dekat nih?)....
Yes, I badly need one, I can't view my computer screen anymore!!
mr.ng: How old are you? 25?
mama: 50 LAH!!
mr.ng: ...(purak2 terperanjat!!)..
After testing my eyesight, I decided on a lightweight, rimless, titanium Gucci frame.
mama: Make sure it's ready by lunchtime, OK?!?
mr.ng: OK, but let me measure your iris to enable me to place your focal point.
mr.ng used that magnifying glass and looked closely at my eyes, again and again.
mama:....(apasal lagi ni? Aku ada cataract pulak ker?)...
mr.ng: You've got a hazel coloured iris! It's so rare and beautiful!
mama: ...(Eih, sudah2 lah memuji tu, dah beli Gucci frame pun!, By the way, it helps if only mr.ng at least resembles Richard Gere!) .....
Good try, mr.ng! I know it's hard to do business nowadays....
It's true. Even the infamous AP Kings are cringing in their Versace underpants this morning, after the guidelines on the long-awaited New Automotive Policy was released last night!
How do you know, you asked?
I know. I should know!!!
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Judging mama
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I went to One Utama Shopping Complex early yesterday morning. I had to get a luggage bag as a gift for a customer who will be travelling to Mexico. The salesgirls at 'The House of Leather' know me very well as I purchase most of travelling bags for my Travel Agency from them.
When I arrived at 10am, the salesgirls were still running very quick from the foyer. They saw me from a distance away and rushed to open the outlet's door. I told them it's OK, I'll go browse around instead, and will come back later. They apologised profusely for being slightly late that morning.
I stopped infront of the Reject Shop and remembered that the silly maid have recently added red spots to papa's yellow Polo workout shirt.
Baju untuk exercise ajer, boleh lah beli kat Reject shop, yer papa!.
Went in and picked up a Polo Ralph Laurent collared T-shirt for RM33.90.
he,he,he...I could get 3 pieces here at the price Tasya paid for the 'same' one in London for her papa!!!!.....
With the Reject Shop's plastic bag in hand, I went into the Laura Ashley store. I saw a very beautiful green cottonlaced blouse on display.
Searched for the stock at the rack to choose my size 7 (bluff) ...But no one was keen to assist me. Everybody was busy looking the other way except at ME! I waited a few minutes, still no sign of interest to sell anything.
Fine, you don't want my money, I'll fly down to Singapore and get my blouse from a friendly Laura Ashley store located at The Shaw House..
I walked towards the luggage shop but made a pitstop at Marks & Spencer. In London, Marks & Spencer stores are available at every corner of the street, but here in Malaysia they made it very posh and expensive looking.
I picked up a working blouse, I already have 3 of the same design but of different colours. This time I saw one in striped dark brown and already familiar with how comfortable it is to have it on.
I stood for 10minutes at the cashier's counter with the blouse, waiting for someone to collect money from me.
Nobody seemed interested to be away from their chores of dusting the shelves.
I couldn't figure why wouldn't anyone trust that I can afford at least a Marks & Spencer's blouse?
Well, I couldn't wait any longer as I too have to rush for my luggage. I put the blouse back on the rack and left the store. Nobody cared.
All it took was 5minutes to decide on a light weight Mendoza trolley Cabin Bag. I took out my bulging Dior purse and told Rachel, the 'House of Leather' girl, that no one wants my money this morning.
Rachel said it was probably because I carried a Reject Shop plastic bag, and the people at the stores didn't want to waste their time on me, thinking I wouldn't be able to afford anything costlier.......
Was it true? So, no one actually noticed my Rolex watch??!!??
Bledy pole!!
.
I went to One Utama Shopping Complex early yesterday morning. I had to get a luggage bag as a gift for a customer who will be travelling to Mexico. The salesgirls at 'The House of Leather' know me very well as I purchase most of travelling bags for my Travel Agency from them.
When I arrived at 10am, the salesgirls were still running very quick from the foyer. They saw me from a distance away and rushed to open the outlet's door. I told them it's OK, I'll go browse around instead, and will come back later. They apologised profusely for being slightly late that morning.
I stopped infront of the Reject Shop and remembered that the silly maid have recently added red spots to papa's yellow Polo workout shirt.
Baju untuk exercise ajer, boleh lah beli kat Reject shop, yer papa!.
Went in and picked up a Polo Ralph Laurent collared T-shirt for RM33.90.
he,he,he...I could get 3 pieces here at the price Tasya paid for the 'same' one in London for her papa!!!!.....
With the Reject Shop's plastic bag in hand, I went into the Laura Ashley store. I saw a very beautiful green cottonlaced blouse on display.
Searched for the stock at the rack to choose my size 7 (bluff) ...But no one was keen to assist me. Everybody was busy looking the other way except at ME! I waited a few minutes, still no sign of interest to sell anything.
Fine, you don't want my money, I'll fly down to Singapore and get my blouse from a friendly Laura Ashley store located at The Shaw House..
I walked towards the luggage shop but made a pitstop at Marks & Spencer. In London, Marks & Spencer stores are available at every corner of the street, but here in Malaysia they made it very posh and expensive looking.
I picked up a working blouse, I already have 3 of the same design but of different colours. This time I saw one in striped dark brown and already familiar with how comfortable it is to have it on.
I stood for 10minutes at the cashier's counter with the blouse, waiting for someone to collect money from me.
Nobody seemed interested to be away from their chores of dusting the shelves.
I couldn't figure why wouldn't anyone trust that I can afford at least a Marks & Spencer's blouse?
Well, I couldn't wait any longer as I too have to rush for my luggage. I put the blouse back on the rack and left the store. Nobody cared.
All it took was 5minutes to decide on a light weight Mendoza trolley Cabin Bag. I took out my bulging Dior purse and told Rachel, the 'House of Leather' girl, that no one wants my money this morning.
Rachel said it was probably because I carried a Reject Shop plastic bag, and the people at the stores didn't want to waste their time on me, thinking I wouldn't be able to afford anything costlier.......
Was it true? So, no one actually noticed my Rolex watch??!!??
Bledy pole!!
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Monday, March 20, 2006
Reflexology
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Earlier this month, I had a nasty food poisoning. I spent one whole day and night in the bathroom doing 2 most horrible things when one is having a bad stomach, concurrently. It was so tiring, that after I recoverred from the ordeal, I was having a cramped shoulder and neck and the vomit spot at the hind of my skull was throbbing.
Maria, my masseaur is currently away in Medan. I could not suffer in silence.
I noticed a new Reflexology outlet just opened at the top floor of my office building.
I decided to try, whatever, as long as I can get rid of the discomfort.
mama: Hello, itu tempat mau bikin reflexology?
man: Ya.
mama: Awak ada tukang reflexology perempuan?
man: kenapa? Lu mau mintak kelja ka?
mama: bukan, saya mau try you punya service, tapi mau cari perempuan bikin.
man: reflexology perempuan tak tau bikin, tak da kuat, woh!, you boleh try man bikin, kaki saja, takdak hal punya....
mama: .......(thinking,...thinking....) OK lah, nanti saya pergi tempat you dalam masa 5 minit.
Mama sempat pesan kat staff, kalau saya tak turun dalam masa 1 jam, you all cari saya kat tingkat atas, ya!
After I signed up, AhSeng the reflexologist requested that I 'scalded' my feet in the hot water. The moment he touched my foot after it's dried, I thought that my lifeline was cut off. It was so painful that you could pee in your beaded sarong kebaya!!!
According to AhSeng, if you are fit, you won't feel any pain at all.
He discovered that my blood circulation was stuck here and there (selupa itu longkang sudah sumbat!), weak back, jammed neck and shoulder and I have signs of migraine...
I braved exactly 1 hour there, and thought I'd return to my office crippled.
But No! I believed I could fly......
My feet were so light and the pains were gone.....
At night I could sleep so soundly, no more nightmare (of chasing after the train)..
After 2 days, I went for a repeat treatment, and I swear it was a very pleasant experience for a change.
No more pain when AhSeng plonk his hammerlike hands on both my feet!.
It was a splendour!
On a Saturday, I noticed papa woke up 'senget'.
He said he must have slept the wrong way throughout the night.
I was anxious to test AhSeng's expertise on another person in order to prove that it was not a placebo effect on me.
I fixed an appointment for papa and accompanied him there.
I knew exactly what pain he went through and AhSeng said papa's condition was even worse.
'here jam, there jam...'
At a point, I saw papa staring blankly at the wall that if he didn't blink after a minute, I thought he had passed out!!!!
kah,kah,kah.....
mama: You are such a baby, papa! I had mine done and it was 'NOT' painful at all! You are just exaggerating!!.....
Papa managed to survive the 1 hour ordeal without mishap. He must have felt the difference that the next day he asked:
when is my next appointment with your footologist?
Footologist, papa? Your foot!!
I must remember to tell AhSeng to finetune papa's audio reception the next time he mauls papa's feet.
Lately, papa appears to have problems in intercepting my vocalwave especially when it's nearing the end of the month:
'papa, the newspaper vendor is here...
papa, the gardener is done...
papa, the carwasher has finished his job....
papa, the Homeguard Supervisor is at the front gate with the month's bill'.....
Strangely, he could decipher if it's something like:
'papa, bring down my purse, please'.....
.
.
Earlier this month, I had a nasty food poisoning. I spent one whole day and night in the bathroom doing 2 most horrible things when one is having a bad stomach, concurrently. It was so tiring, that after I recoverred from the ordeal, I was having a cramped shoulder and neck and the vomit spot at the hind of my skull was throbbing.
Maria, my masseaur is currently away in Medan. I could not suffer in silence.
I noticed a new Reflexology outlet just opened at the top floor of my office building.
I decided to try, whatever, as long as I can get rid of the discomfort.
mama: Hello, itu tempat mau bikin reflexology?
man: Ya.
mama: Awak ada tukang reflexology perempuan?
man: kenapa? Lu mau mintak kelja ka?
mama: bukan, saya mau try you punya service, tapi mau cari perempuan bikin.
man: reflexology perempuan tak tau bikin, tak da kuat, woh!, you boleh try man bikin, kaki saja, takdak hal punya....
mama: .......(thinking,...thinking....) OK lah, nanti saya pergi tempat you dalam masa 5 minit.
Mama sempat pesan kat staff, kalau saya tak turun dalam masa 1 jam, you all cari saya kat tingkat atas, ya!
After I signed up, AhSeng the reflexologist requested that I 'scalded' my feet in the hot water. The moment he touched my foot after it's dried, I thought that my lifeline was cut off. It was so painful that you could pee in your beaded sarong kebaya!!!
According to AhSeng, if you are fit, you won't feel any pain at all.
He discovered that my blood circulation was stuck here and there (selupa itu longkang sudah sumbat!), weak back, jammed neck and shoulder and I have signs of migraine...
I braved exactly 1 hour there, and thought I'd return to my office crippled.
But No! I believed I could fly......
My feet were so light and the pains were gone.....
At night I could sleep so soundly, no more nightmare (of chasing after the train)..
After 2 days, I went for a repeat treatment, and I swear it was a very pleasant experience for a change.
No more pain when AhSeng plonk his hammerlike hands on both my feet!.
It was a splendour!
On a Saturday, I noticed papa woke up 'senget'.
He said he must have slept the wrong way throughout the night.
I was anxious to test AhSeng's expertise on another person in order to prove that it was not a placebo effect on me.
I fixed an appointment for papa and accompanied him there.
I knew exactly what pain he went through and AhSeng said papa's condition was even worse.
'here jam, there jam...'
At a point, I saw papa staring blankly at the wall that if he didn't blink after a minute, I thought he had passed out!!!!
kah,kah,kah.....
mama: You are such a baby, papa! I had mine done and it was 'NOT' painful at all! You are just exaggerating!!.....
Papa managed to survive the 1 hour ordeal without mishap. He must have felt the difference that the next day he asked:
when is my next appointment with your footologist?
Footologist, papa? Your foot!!
I must remember to tell AhSeng to finetune papa's audio reception the next time he mauls papa's feet.
Lately, papa appears to have problems in intercepting my vocalwave especially when it's nearing the end of the month:
'papa, the newspaper vendor is here...
papa, the gardener is done...
papa, the carwasher has finished his job....
papa, the Homeguard Supervisor is at the front gate with the month's bill'.....
Strangely, he could decipher if it's something like:
'papa, bring down my purse, please'.....
.
Friday, March 17, 2006
The horror of 'Si Loceng'.
My cats' peace and tranquility has been stirred for the past 2 weeks, since the arrival of a lost soul in the form of a Tomcat. It has been gut wrenching, power struggling and nerve wrecking situation within the cats' dynasty at my place.
This illegal immigrant looks very much domesticated and comes with a collar and an annoying bell. I tried to check if there was a hidden address or a phone number at the collar, but there was none.
The problem is, the moment he sat paw in my house, he treated it like as if he has inherited the place from a long lost cousin. He instantly made himself so comfortably at home. When it's feeding time, he just nudged everybody away from their bowl and help himself to everyone's food. And he has such big appetite. When there was a roar of protest from my cats, he will put up a look which says: Eleh, nak share sikit ajer, what's the big deal, after all there are plenty more where it comes from......
We politely tried to get him to leave, but this very thickskinned uninvited guest has a plan of his own. He pitifully rolled at Papa's feet, and curled up with batting eyelids on my lap when I'm seated to read the newspaper. He must have had a good life back then with his previous owner but we do not have an idea where he comes from. We tried asking him though..
Since he has become a permanent fixture in our house, we might as well try to accept him. I called him 'Loceng' due to the annoying sound of his bell whenever he moves.
Imran calls him 'LoLo', while Tasya calls him 'Cheng'.
It didn't matter to him, he'll just answer you with whatever sound you make...
Such a friendly fella.
However, the cats are damn angry with him!
Bella could accept him initially, but not after LoLo starts to share his Power Rangers meal bowl. I mean, that bowl is his and has always been his! Cats tend to be so attached to his meal bowl, and no contaminating it with other cat's saliva!
Lately, Bella does not even want to enter the kitchen for his meals when he could hear the sound of the haunting bell ringing from there.
Priyanka completely hates LoLo. When he first set eyes on her, LoLo thought that he has the passport to getting a permanent residence here by attracting Priyanka. Alas, LoLo does not know that Priyanka is the snobbish half Persian, spayed daughter of IRMA. Yes, the very IRMA who is now lost and the mention of her name can still make mama cry.
As for Putih, the dear dear Putih, he has not come home for a few days now...
If he is to write an entry for his blog today, it would be something like this:-
.....'Aku memang tengah tension giler tahap gaban ( he gets that from reading other youngster's blog) sekarang ni! Ada sekor mamat tu, macam terrer ajer datang buat rumah sendiri kat tempat aku. Mama kata biarlah, Puts, kita mesti kasihan kat kucing yang dalam kesusahan. Tapi aku tengok si mamat tu tak make an effort to find his way home at all! Dapat nama baru lagi, LoLo ker aper ker bendanya, ntah2 kat rumah dia nama dia hanyalah si Tompok!
Sebenarnya aku ni tidaklah begitu taksub dan tamak dengan apa yang aku ada, tapi si Polan yang berloceng tu, tanpa beri salam, tanpa perkenalkan diri, terus nak merampas kuasa, nak buddy2 dengan papa and mama!
That's it, I have enough of it all! I'm staying over at Melanie's place for a while. And the great news is, I'm not being addressed as the pathetic 'Putih' here, but 'Peter Benedict', maklumlah duduk dengan Minah orang putih!
Tapi yang aku risaukan disini, Melanie feeds me with food from her kitchen yang aku was2 tahap halal nya. Mama selalu pesan: 'Puts, you are a muslim', that's why I can only be fed with fish and none of those imported canned food which contained chicken or meat, benatang tu ditakuti tak disembelih sebelum ditinkan. Tapi nak wat camne, aku belasah ajer lah, nanti kendian2 bila dah balik semula rumah mama, aku taubat lah!
mental note: nanti nak suruh Imran samakkan aku dengan air lumpur!
Tapi aku kesian sekali kat mama. Hari2 tunggu aku balik, ikan rebus aku sentiasa ada tersimpan kalau2 aku tiba, pada bila2 masa.....
Nanti lah mama, I'll try to find peace with myself. Kalau siLoLo tu dah kembali kepangkal jalan, I will return....'
mmuuuuaahhhh.......or is it mmeeeooww......
And so that's how it is now, I'm facing a crisis at the homefront.
ChiHuaHua and Tuxedo are only available on need to be basis. They prefer to hang out at the garden instead, like the less preferred children.
Priyanka did not come home since yesterday, she did not make her feelings known in the blog either.
I've told Imran to ask around if any of his friends want to adopt LoLo.
Meanwhile, I hope the owner will soon find and claim Loceng back.
.
.
FOUND!
Have you lost this cat?
OR
At least pretend to have lost him?
Finder Desperate!
*Reward will be given to the real owner!!
*used Power Rangers Meal Bowl.
.
This illegal immigrant looks very much domesticated and comes with a collar and an annoying bell. I tried to check if there was a hidden address or a phone number at the collar, but there was none.
The problem is, the moment he sat paw in my house, he treated it like as if he has inherited the place from a long lost cousin. He instantly made himself so comfortably at home. When it's feeding time, he just nudged everybody away from their bowl and help himself to everyone's food. And he has such big appetite. When there was a roar of protest from my cats, he will put up a look which says: Eleh, nak share sikit ajer, what's the big deal, after all there are plenty more where it comes from......
We politely tried to get him to leave, but this very thickskinned uninvited guest has a plan of his own. He pitifully rolled at Papa's feet, and curled up with batting eyelids on my lap when I'm seated to read the newspaper. He must have had a good life back then with his previous owner but we do not have an idea where he comes from. We tried asking him though..
Since he has become a permanent fixture in our house, we might as well try to accept him. I called him 'Loceng' due to the annoying sound of his bell whenever he moves.
Imran calls him 'LoLo', while Tasya calls him 'Cheng'.
It didn't matter to him, he'll just answer you with whatever sound you make...
Such a friendly fella.
However, the cats are damn angry with him!
Bella could accept him initially, but not after LoLo starts to share his Power Rangers meal bowl. I mean, that bowl is his and has always been his! Cats tend to be so attached to his meal bowl, and no contaminating it with other cat's saliva!
Lately, Bella does not even want to enter the kitchen for his meals when he could hear the sound of the haunting bell ringing from there.
Priyanka completely hates LoLo. When he first set eyes on her, LoLo thought that he has the passport to getting a permanent residence here by attracting Priyanka. Alas, LoLo does not know that Priyanka is the snobbish half Persian, spayed daughter of IRMA. Yes, the very IRMA who is now lost and the mention of her name can still make mama cry.
As for Putih, the dear dear Putih, he has not come home for a few days now...
If he is to write an entry for his blog today, it would be something like this:-
.....'Aku memang tengah tension giler tahap gaban ( he gets that from reading other youngster's blog) sekarang ni! Ada sekor mamat tu, macam terrer ajer datang buat rumah sendiri kat tempat aku. Mama kata biarlah, Puts, kita mesti kasihan kat kucing yang dalam kesusahan. Tapi aku tengok si mamat tu tak make an effort to find his way home at all! Dapat nama baru lagi, LoLo ker aper ker bendanya, ntah2 kat rumah dia nama dia hanyalah si Tompok!
Sebenarnya aku ni tidaklah begitu taksub dan tamak dengan apa yang aku ada, tapi si Polan yang berloceng tu, tanpa beri salam, tanpa perkenalkan diri, terus nak merampas kuasa, nak buddy2 dengan papa and mama!
That's it, I have enough of it all! I'm staying over at Melanie's place for a while. And the great news is, I'm not being addressed as the pathetic 'Putih' here, but 'Peter Benedict', maklumlah duduk dengan Minah orang putih!
Tapi yang aku risaukan disini, Melanie feeds me with food from her kitchen yang aku was2 tahap halal nya. Mama selalu pesan: 'Puts, you are a muslim', that's why I can only be fed with fish and none of those imported canned food which contained chicken or meat, benatang tu ditakuti tak disembelih sebelum ditinkan. Tapi nak wat camne, aku belasah ajer lah, nanti kendian2 bila dah balik semula rumah mama, aku taubat lah!
mental note: nanti nak suruh Imran samakkan aku dengan air lumpur!
Tapi aku kesian sekali kat mama. Hari2 tunggu aku balik, ikan rebus aku sentiasa ada tersimpan kalau2 aku tiba, pada bila2 masa.....
Nanti lah mama, I'll try to find peace with myself. Kalau siLoLo tu dah kembali kepangkal jalan, I will return....'
mmuuuuaahhhh.......or is it mmeeeooww......
And so that's how it is now, I'm facing a crisis at the homefront.
ChiHuaHua and Tuxedo are only available on need to be basis. They prefer to hang out at the garden instead, like the less preferred children.
Priyanka did not come home since yesterday, she did not make her feelings known in the blog either.
I've told Imran to ask around if any of his friends want to adopt LoLo.
Meanwhile, I hope the owner will soon find and claim Loceng back.
.
.
FOUND!
Have you lost this cat?
OR
At least pretend to have lost him?
Finder Desperate!
*Reward will be given to the real owner!!
*used Power Rangers Meal Bowl.
.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Maids are SUPPOSED to be DEAF!
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I lost my voice today.
For half an hour this morning, I've been screaming at the top of my trachea.
su!
su!!
su!!!
SU!!!!...
I accidently locked myself up in the wet kitchen!!
I was feeding the cats when suddenly the door leading to the dry kitchen closed. The knob on the other side of the door has been pushed in a locked mode.
I was frantically searching for the keys to another door exiting to the backgarden, alas, the maid took it with her while she is sweeping the front garden.
I stuck my head at grilled kitchen window and wailed.
su!
su!!
su!!!
su!!!!...
The neighbour's maid from 2 bungalows away came out and asked me what happen?
Saya terkunci disini, awak ada nampak su?
maid: Ada Bu, tu dia didepan sana, dekat gate!
mama: habis kenapa tak dengar saya menjerit?
Even the neighbours dogs answered to my screams...
stupid, silly maid!
PEKAK aper???
I sat in the kitchen and whilst there might as well plan today's menu in my Pyjama.
After 20 mins. su appeared from the backgarden.
mama: Kamu memang PEKAK ya! Saya jerit2 disini panggil kamu, kamu tak dengar!! Semua orang ingat saya sudah gila!!!
su: saya menyapu diluar gate Bu, kenapa Bu?
mama: Eeeii....saya terkunci disini lah (goblok!).
su: Bagei mana Ibu boleh jadi terkurung disini?...(smiling)...
mama:......(why can't you be MUTE as well? brengsek!!!).......
So, how do I get inside the house?.
Now that at least I could get myself out of the wet kitchen, I went to the side garden facing Ikram's room.
I knocked on Ikram's window from there and asked him to open the stupid door from inside the house. Waking him up is another hurdle. I think papa has to relook at the idea of him occupying the ground floor room. His title as the 'Chief of Safety and Security' will definitely have to be revoked. Luckily it didn't come with extra perks like the COLA (cost of living allowance), as per recommended by the MTUC.
Ikram: Wasn't it your fault that you get yourself locked up in there?
mama: yeah, it was so silly. But why is it that the maid has to be so DEAF?
To prevent the incident from happening again, I've stuck the key permanently at the keyhole of the door knob from inside the wet kitchen.
That's probably a better option than having to apply my cat's earspray on the maid!
.
I lost my voice today.
For half an hour this morning, I've been screaming at the top of my trachea.
su!
su!!
su!!!
SU!!!!...
I accidently locked myself up in the wet kitchen!!
I was feeding the cats when suddenly the door leading to the dry kitchen closed. The knob on the other side of the door has been pushed in a locked mode.
I was frantically searching for the keys to another door exiting to the backgarden, alas, the maid took it with her while she is sweeping the front garden.
I stuck my head at grilled kitchen window and wailed.
su!
su!!
su!!!
su!!!!...
The neighbour's maid from 2 bungalows away came out and asked me what happen?
Saya terkunci disini, awak ada nampak su?
maid: Ada Bu, tu dia didepan sana, dekat gate!
mama: habis kenapa tak dengar saya menjerit?
Even the neighbours dogs answered to my screams...
stupid, silly maid!
PEKAK aper???
I sat in the kitchen and whilst there might as well plan today's menu in my Pyjama.
After 20 mins. su appeared from the backgarden.
mama: Kamu memang PEKAK ya! Saya jerit2 disini panggil kamu, kamu tak dengar!! Semua orang ingat saya sudah gila!!!
su: saya menyapu diluar gate Bu, kenapa Bu?
mama: Eeeii....saya terkunci disini lah (goblok!).
su: Bagei mana Ibu boleh jadi terkurung disini?...(smiling)...
mama:......(why can't you be MUTE as well? brengsek!!!).......
So, how do I get inside the house?.
Now that at least I could get myself out of the wet kitchen, I went to the side garden facing Ikram's room.
I knocked on Ikram's window from there and asked him to open the stupid door from inside the house. Waking him up is another hurdle. I think papa has to relook at the idea of him occupying the ground floor room. His title as the 'Chief of Safety and Security' will definitely have to be revoked. Luckily it didn't come with extra perks like the COLA (cost of living allowance), as per recommended by the MTUC.
Ikram: Wasn't it your fault that you get yourself locked up in there?
mama: yeah, it was so silly. But why is it that the maid has to be so DEAF?
To prevent the incident from happening again, I've stuck the key permanently at the keyhole of the door knob from inside the wet kitchen.
That's probably a better option than having to apply my cat's earspray on the maid!
.
Monday, March 06, 2006
What you'd do for 70sen!
.
Every driver in our household is familiar with papa's instruction not to mix different types of petrol in the car's fuel tanks. So, it has always been Shell and nothing else. I've consulted my automotive engineer friend and he said it's OK to mix them, all petrols has the same basic component, they only add different additives to enhance each product's performance.
But NO! don't mix your petrol, said papa.
He would drive an extra 10Km to get to the nearest Shell station!
But yesterday was different. I was going somewhere with Imran and noticed that the fuel indicator was spot on 'E' the moment I started the engine.
I realised that I sent the car to service the aircon the day before and my mechanic sent the car back with an empty tank!
mama: macam mana ni Imran, I don't think I have enough petrol in the tank to get to the next shell station! mama hentam letak Petronas ajer lah ye!
Imran: mana boleh mama, nanti papa tau dia marah!
mama: pastu kalau kita stranded lagi worse!
And I cornered to Petronas station which is 2Km away from my house.
mama: Imran pergi bayar kat counter, RM20.00 saja sebab minyak Petronas. Nanti cepat habis kita boleh letak shell semula!...Konspirasi mama and Imran.....
After Imran returned from the counter, I reached for the nozzle and started pumping the petrol.
The meter stopped at RM19.28.. .. before I could say D.U.N.K.I.N. D.O.U.G.H.N.U.T!
mama: Eh! kenapa tak cukup RM20.00??!!??
Imran: mungkin dia nak bundarkan to the nearest litre.
mama: Did you pay by litre or by RM?
Imran: By RM!
mama: I'm going to inquire at the counter, you wait here by the car...
Imran:...(rolled eyes)....
At the cash counter:
mama: Adik, kenapa meter tu berenti kat RM19.28? Akak bayar RM20.00.
Cashier: Tank akak dah penoh!
mama: Hah?? RM19.28 dah penoh?..Betul ke ni? Tank akak kosong giler tadi, meter kat 'E'!!!!!
Cashier: ..(reluctantly return 70sen back to me)....
I walked the distance back to my car. Tried starting the engine and the fuel indicator moved only one bar!!!!!... I was half hoping that Petronas could really fill up my tank with RM19.28 as compared to RM60.00 by Shell.Then I can fight my case with papa!!he,he,he....
Imran: mama, you actually walked to the cashier just for 70sen?
mama: It's my money, I have the right to it. Itu pun sepatutnya mama collect back 72sen!
Imran: You throw the money into the coin box anyway. If I were you, I won't bother.
mama: You tell me how on earth can you get 70sen right now other than asking for it from your parents?
Imran: simple! I just walk into Ikram's room, and transfer 70sen from his drawer into my pocket. I bet he will not notice it even after he is married with 7 kids...
mama: It's so clear that you don't have the right mentality to become rich. Do you know that Paul Getty even picked up the 1shilling which he accidentally stepped on?
Imran: who is this Paul Getty?
mama: our version of your Bill Gates.
Imran: well, Bill Gates made millions whilst he sleeps....
Me and my 14year old son, we came from 2 different schools of thought. I spent 10 days reading 2inch thick book on Paul Getty, Imran made 2clicks on the computer to learn about Bill Gates.
At night I told papa about my misadventure at the Petronas station.
Papa said that if the cashier repeated the act to 100 more customers at the station, she would have collected RM70.00 for the day. In one month her tip would be a cool RM2,100.00!!!!!
papa: I told you to go pump the petrol at Shell!!!!!
(nasihat yang tak ada kena mengena dengan the dishonest behaviour of the cashier at the Petronas Station!)
.
Every driver in our household is familiar with papa's instruction not to mix different types of petrol in the car's fuel tanks. So, it has always been Shell and nothing else. I've consulted my automotive engineer friend and he said it's OK to mix them, all petrols has the same basic component, they only add different additives to enhance each product's performance.
But NO! don't mix your petrol, said papa.
He would drive an extra 10Km to get to the nearest Shell station!
But yesterday was different. I was going somewhere with Imran and noticed that the fuel indicator was spot on 'E' the moment I started the engine.
I realised that I sent the car to service the aircon the day before and my mechanic sent the car back with an empty tank!
mama: macam mana ni Imran, I don't think I have enough petrol in the tank to get to the next shell station! mama hentam letak Petronas ajer lah ye!
Imran: mana boleh mama, nanti papa tau dia marah!
mama: pastu kalau kita stranded lagi worse!
And I cornered to Petronas station which is 2Km away from my house.
mama: Imran pergi bayar kat counter, RM20.00 saja sebab minyak Petronas. Nanti cepat habis kita boleh letak shell semula!...Konspirasi mama and Imran.....
After Imran returned from the counter, I reached for the nozzle and started pumping the petrol.
The meter stopped at RM19.28.. .. before I could say D.U.N.K.I.N. D.O.U.G.H.N.U.T!
mama: Eh! kenapa tak cukup RM20.00??!!??
Imran: mungkin dia nak bundarkan to the nearest litre.
mama: Did you pay by litre or by RM?
Imran: By RM!
mama: I'm going to inquire at the counter, you wait here by the car...
Imran:...(rolled eyes)....
At the cash counter:
mama: Adik, kenapa meter tu berenti kat RM19.28? Akak bayar RM20.00.
Cashier: Tank akak dah penoh!
mama: Hah?? RM19.28 dah penoh?..Betul ke ni? Tank akak kosong giler tadi, meter kat 'E'!!!!!
Cashier: ..(reluctantly return 70sen back to me)....
I walked the distance back to my car. Tried starting the engine and the fuel indicator moved only one bar!!!!!... I was half hoping that Petronas could really fill up my tank with RM19.28 as compared to RM60.00 by Shell.Then I can fight my case with papa!!he,he,he....
Imran: mama, you actually walked to the cashier just for 70sen?
mama: It's my money, I have the right to it. Itu pun sepatutnya mama collect back 72sen!
Imran: You throw the money into the coin box anyway. If I were you, I won't bother.
mama: You tell me how on earth can you get 70sen right now other than asking for it from your parents?
Imran: simple! I just walk into Ikram's room, and transfer 70sen from his drawer into my pocket. I bet he will not notice it even after he is married with 7 kids...
mama: It's so clear that you don't have the right mentality to become rich. Do you know that Paul Getty even picked up the 1shilling which he accidentally stepped on?
Imran: who is this Paul Getty?
mama: our version of your Bill Gates.
Imran: well, Bill Gates made millions whilst he sleeps....
Me and my 14year old son, we came from 2 different schools of thought. I spent 10 days reading 2inch thick book on Paul Getty, Imran made 2clicks on the computer to learn about Bill Gates.
At night I told papa about my misadventure at the Petronas station.
Papa said that if the cashier repeated the act to 100 more customers at the station, she would have collected RM70.00 for the day. In one month her tip would be a cool RM2,100.00!!!!!
papa: I told you to go pump the petrol at Shell!!!!!
(nasihat yang tak ada kena mengena dengan the dishonest behaviour of the cashier at the Petronas Station!)
.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Good Morning Malaysia!!
.
.
A long time business friend called me first thing in the morning.
Davy: Good morning!!
mama: What's so good about the morning?
Davy: How do you know what I feel?
mama: It's a mutual feeling shared by most people of Malaysia today.
I woke up in the morning staring at the front page news in the newspaper to a 30sen hike per litre of petrol!! And I have 4 empty tanks right now sitting on my porch!!!!
Next page is the RM1billion loss made by Malaysia Airlines, amongst the cost cutting measures will be reducing the non-profitable routes and cutting off non-productive agents.
(mental note: I now have to be more productive with less routes to sell....hmmm....).
These after a lenghty explanation over the news last night about the new tariff hike on the electricity rates.
And you know what? TV3's news declared that our PM has just gotten an 'Ilham' while officiating a Kraftangan function last night, that we should go and export our 'bakul rotan' overseas in order to get rich!..... wow!! what a great new ILHAM!!!!.... But the blinds have always known that for years, are they rich yet?!!!!......
My boys have been complaining about the smelly water from the tap!
Imran: Is there a dead Bangla in our water tank?
Ikram: our water smell like sh*t!
The Malay Mail explained the mystery today, the stench is due to the sudden increase in the ammonia content in the raw water taken from the source at Sungai Selangor. The ammonia contamination came from the ponds nearby which overflowed after a downpour. We will have to bear the stench for another 2 days, boys!.
Davy: I'm calling to tell you that the cheque that we are supposed to receive will only be bankable in the middle of next month!
Any more bad news? They are all welcomed only for today, as I have declared today to be a 'Bad News day'!
.
.
A long time business friend called me first thing in the morning.
Davy: Good morning!!
mama: What's so good about the morning?
Davy: How do you know what I feel?
mama: It's a mutual feeling shared by most people of Malaysia today.
I woke up in the morning staring at the front page news in the newspaper to a 30sen hike per litre of petrol!! And I have 4 empty tanks right now sitting on my porch!!!!
Next page is the RM1billion loss made by Malaysia Airlines, amongst the cost cutting measures will be reducing the non-profitable routes and cutting off non-productive agents.
(mental note: I now have to be more productive with less routes to sell....hmmm....).
These after a lenghty explanation over the news last night about the new tariff hike on the electricity rates.
And you know what? TV3's news declared that our PM has just gotten an 'Ilham' while officiating a Kraftangan function last night, that we should go and export our 'bakul rotan' overseas in order to get rich!..... wow!! what a great new ILHAM!!!!.... But the blinds have always known that for years, are they rich yet?!!!!......
My boys have been complaining about the smelly water from the tap!
Imran: Is there a dead Bangla in our water tank?
Ikram: our water smell like sh*t!
The Malay Mail explained the mystery today, the stench is due to the sudden increase in the ammonia content in the raw water taken from the source at Sungai Selangor. The ammonia contamination came from the ponds nearby which overflowed after a downpour. We will have to bear the stench for another 2 days, boys!.
Davy: I'm calling to tell you that the cheque that we are supposed to receive will only be bankable in the middle of next month!
Any more bad news? They are all welcomed only for today, as I have declared today to be a 'Bad News day'!
.
Friday, February 24, 2006
STF Golden Jubilee Buletin
.
Every once in a while, I'd meet a fellow kakak/adik Srikandi here at blogspot. Some of them if I may recall are:-
Atasya ,who is studying for her Phd in Sydney and has since unpublished her blog.
AuntyN, the educated makcik from the kampong.
Mutiara, Kak Salmah who is living at the Southern Plains of the USA.
Anedra, crony Kak Teh, who is our chieftain at Sentraalstation.
Nyonya La Mer, who once visited my blog.
1bloghopper's mom, fancy me and my junior's daughter getting in touch with each other.....
However, my apologies if I fail to mention any other srikandis who came and paid me a visit without letting me know who they are....
OK, adik2 / kakak2 /anak2, dibawah ini I lampirkan some information regarding the preparation for the STF Golden Jubilee celebration. If any of you are interested to participate in any of the activities being outlined (eg.futsal??), be free to contact the person and the phone numbers given.
This information is courtesy of Wardah Zainal Abidin (75/76).
BISMILLAHIRRAHMANIRRAHIM
Dearest Sisters,
As promised here are the summary of our upcoming events for you to disseminate to your batchmates. We hope to get your utmost support in all our proposed programmes.
May Allah guide us all to success, and barakah; after all whatever we do we do to get His Blessings.
(All information are correct at the time of writing this email: 23rd Feb 2006)
Events:
1) MAJLIS MAKAN MALAM PERDANA SRIKANDI:
Date: 1/4/2006
Venue: Sunway Lagoon Pyramid Hotel, Convention Centre, KUALA LUMPUR
Time: 8:00pm
Dress Code: Baju Kebangsaan - Men: Batek long sleeves.
Adalah digalakkan setiap batch beli tables instead of seats.. so do bring your spouse, and family (above 18) (chlidren below 18 - kena tidur awal so tak digalakkan bawa)
Price Per Table for Srikandis: RM2000 only.
Individual DISCOUNTS for Life Members at RM180 per head and accompanying spouse.
2) ANNUAL GENERAL MEETING
Date: 1/4/2006
Venue: Sunway Lagoon Pyramid Hotel, Convention Centre
Time: 4:00pm
Kalau dapat datang bagus sekali, jika tak, tolong beri proxy saja. Itupun dah memadai. Kita tak ada pemilihan AJK, hanya formality saja.
3) FUTSAL TOURNAMENT AMONG BOARDING SCHOOLS ALUMNI
Date: 26/3/2006
Venue: Rio de Futsal, at Sunway
Time: 8:00am (registration)Fees per team: RM200 per team (before 24th Feb) RM240 (after 24th Feb)Person to contact: Jaja 0193606565
Open to: Srikandis/anak-anak SK too/ex-Alumni from other boarding schools.
4) BATEK BOOKING AND DEPOSIT TAKING
Due Date to place ORDERS for first batch booking: 28 Feb 2006
Price: RM200 (for members)
Batek: 4-metre, Hand printed Silk with motifs of the Srikandi logo - green coloured. Tastefully done.
When to wear: During the PROCLAMATION CEREMONY in June/July; (After that; use it on the 15th of each month; for Govt people)
Person to contact and details:
MAYBANK ACC : 1623 48440771(SITI ZALEHA NGAH), PLEASEEEEE inform> nourangah@ortech.com.my 016-6788799 OR Hana hanazita@gmail.com 012-3171626
5) ARTEFACT CONTRIBUTION FOR EXHIBITION AT STF DURING THE GRAND CELEBRATION IN JUNE/JULY
Collection Due Date: 30 March 2006
Items: Any item of interest that you wish to share/lend/give outright to be exhibited to the public: (eg: school uniform, library books that you accidentally took home, silver cutleries... pix, oscars that you won, etc: as long as you want to show them off to us...)
Person to contact and details: Ryzah at shairyza@mail.hukm.ukm.my or myself.
Collection Mode: To be collected from your place; so please call or email us.
6) HOTEL BOOKING FOR THE GRAND JUBILEE CELEBRATION IN JUNE/JULY:
Official Hotel: Seri Malaysia (Larkin) (has been refurbished recently)
Package: 3Days2Nites Stay with 2 breakfasts, 2 dinners including the Royal Dinner, transportation from hotel to STF vice versa, Lunch coupons at the Carnival, and hopefully some door gifts.
Price Range: Will be released soon, but caters to 6 categories: ie; if you are coming with husband, or with family or with friends. Also for those who do not wish to stay at the hotel. We also have package for junior members at the 'Sick Bay' at stf.
Person to contact: Myself or Zaleha Adwin at lehadwin@gmail.com
Due date to Register: 15 April 2006
Tentative Event Date: 30June - 2July 2006
Our Hope is to provide the best, comfortable yet economical stay for you all. We plan to have a simple get together that Friday nite among all the SKs and maybe have a karaoke competition besides getting to know each other after all these years.
7) LOGISTICS AND TRAVELLING ARRANGEMENTS FROM YOUR PLACE OF STAY TO JB [HOTEL SERI MALAYSIA]
Official Transportation: To be decided but we are open to suggestions: train, chartered bus(es) or air.
Person to contact: Adibah Kasmuni at adeeb66@time.net.my ; Myself or Zaleha Adwin at lehadwin@gmail.com
Due Date to indicate choice of transport mode: 15th April 2006
Price Range: We are negotiating to get the best as soon as we get your information in.
8) TREASURE HUNT
Date: 22 April 2006
Fees: RM300 per car (before 4th March registration) RM400 per car
Venue: Klang Valley area
Contacts: SK Yan Hasmoni '94 (013 342 0503)
SK Suhaimah '95 012-300 0290
9) TENTATIVE AGENDA OF THE GRAND JUBILEE CELEBRATION IN JUNE/JULY 2006
Tentative Date: To be finalised as soon as we get green light from Istana Johor: for now it is from Friday 30 June to Sunday 2 July 2006.
Venue: STF, building, Padang and Sports Arena.
Due date for Registration: 15th April 2006
Due Date Payment: 7th May 2006 or earlier
Payment Details: To be announced soon
Events: (tentative)
*One-Day Educational Seminar - "STF: Her Future and Relevancy" (or something like that)
Date: to be done around this time
Venue: To be announced
Participants: Educators, ex-STF, PIBG
Call for Papers: open now
Person to contact: SK Ruhayah Derus at ruhayah@streamyx.com
Friday
Morning:
Start of Jubilee Carnival
Afternoon at HOTEL Seri Malaysia:
Check-in
Registration
Night at STF:
Forum Perdana TV1 Recording
Night at HOTEL Seri Malaysia:
Welcoming Dinner for all Hotel Guests
Special Srikandi Get-Together and Ta'ruf Session
Saturday
Morning:
Proclamation Ceremony and marking of Time Capsule
Carnival and Exhibition Opening Ceremony
Night:
Royal Jubilee Dinner (Venue to be finalised; but transport shall be provided from Hotel Seri Malaysia)
Dress Theme and Dinner Theme: TUN FATIMAH: WARISANMU...
(So Traditional Malay Costume; glitz and glitter, ok..)
Sunday
Morning:
Tee-Off at the Golf Tournament for Husbands:
Carnival and Exhibition
Afernoon:
Carnival and Exhibition Closure and End of the Jubilee Celebration.: Farewell and adieu.
FYI too
FOUR MORE THINGS to note:
1) SHOOTING FOR THE VIDEO MAKING of your batch
A group of batch 94s is making a video to capture the thoughts and nostalgics of the batches from the 60s to the 2000s. So if you could organise some of your batches to meet up; call up AZLINA at azlina.a@gmail.com to come for video capture.
Due Date: URGENTLY ASAP
2) GOLF TOURNAMENT ORGANISING COMM
The Golf Tournament is mooted by the PIBG; As of now, we are waiting for directions from the PIBG. It is done to collect funds as well as encouraging husbands to come down to Johor for our celebrations.
3) SRIKANDI HI-TEA AT THE SCHOOL BY THE JB CHAPTER
On the 4/3/2006 the Johor Chapter is organising a Hi-Tea at STF Dewan Makan to call all SKs in JB area to help out with the preparation. So if you have your batchmates in JB or Johor area, please inform them. Person to contact is SK Norsarahaida at nsarah@mel.fs.utm.my . STARTS AT 4PM (3.30pm registration)
4) CAR STICKERS WITH GOLDEN JUBILEE LOGO ready for purchase
Please grab this opportunity to buy these once-in-a-lifetime EXCLUSIVE limited edition car stickers at only RM5.00 each. Buy and stick them in all your cars back windows and let the whole world spot you. You can pay more if you wish to help the school.
Contact: LAILA at lailamehat@yahoo.com to get yours NOW!
Lastly, please call or email me if you need further clarification. Please DOAKAN that we have the stamina, and all will be WELL. InsyaALLAH.
Luv.
SK Che Wa
019-3185870
GJC Committee Member-- Wardah Zainal AbidinSrikandi Tun FatimahSTF 7576
.
Every once in a while, I'd meet a fellow kakak/adik Srikandi here at blogspot. Some of them if I may recall are:-
Atasya ,who is studying for her Phd in Sydney and has since unpublished her blog.
AuntyN, the educated makcik from the kampong.
Mutiara, Kak Salmah who is living at the Southern Plains of the USA.
Anedra, crony Kak Teh, who is our chieftain at Sentraalstation.
Nyonya La Mer, who once visited my blog.
1bloghopper's mom, fancy me and my junior's daughter getting in touch with each other.....
However, my apologies if I fail to mention any other srikandis who came and paid me a visit without letting me know who they are....
OK, adik2 / kakak2 /anak2, dibawah ini I lampirkan some information regarding the preparation for the STF Golden Jubilee celebration. If any of you are interested to participate in any of the activities being outlined (eg.futsal??), be free to contact the person and the phone numbers given.
This information is courtesy of Wardah Zainal Abidin (75/76).
BISMILLAHIRRAHMANIRRAHIM
Dearest Sisters,
As promised here are the summary of our upcoming events for you to disseminate to your batchmates. We hope to get your utmost support in all our proposed programmes.
May Allah guide us all to success, and barakah; after all whatever we do we do to get His Blessings.
(All information are correct at the time of writing this email: 23rd Feb 2006)
Events:
1) MAJLIS MAKAN MALAM PERDANA SRIKANDI:
Date: 1/4/2006
Venue: Sunway Lagoon Pyramid Hotel, Convention Centre, KUALA LUMPUR
Time: 8:00pm
Dress Code: Baju Kebangsaan - Men: Batek long sleeves.
Adalah digalakkan setiap batch beli tables instead of seats.. so do bring your spouse, and family (above 18) (chlidren below 18 - kena tidur awal so tak digalakkan bawa)
Price Per Table for Srikandis: RM2000 only.
Individual DISCOUNTS for Life Members at RM180 per head and accompanying spouse.
2) ANNUAL GENERAL MEETING
Date: 1/4/2006
Venue: Sunway Lagoon Pyramid Hotel, Convention Centre
Time: 4:00pm
Kalau dapat datang bagus sekali, jika tak, tolong beri proxy saja. Itupun dah memadai. Kita tak ada pemilihan AJK, hanya formality saja.
3) FUTSAL TOURNAMENT AMONG BOARDING SCHOOLS ALUMNI
Date: 26/3/2006
Venue: Rio de Futsal, at Sunway
Time: 8:00am (registration)Fees per team: RM200 per team (before 24th Feb) RM240 (after 24th Feb)Person to contact: Jaja 0193606565
Open to: Srikandis/anak-anak SK too/ex-Alumni from other boarding schools.
4) BATEK BOOKING AND DEPOSIT TAKING
Due Date to place ORDERS for first batch booking: 28 Feb 2006
Price: RM200 (for members)
Batek: 4-metre, Hand printed Silk with motifs of the Srikandi logo - green coloured. Tastefully done.
When to wear: During the PROCLAMATION CEREMONY in June/July; (After that; use it on the 15th of each month; for Govt people)
Person to contact and details:
MAYBANK ACC : 1623 48440771(SITI ZALEHA NGAH), PLEASEEEEE inform> nourangah@ortech.com.my 016-6788799 OR Hana hanazita@gmail.com 012-3171626
5) ARTEFACT CONTRIBUTION FOR EXHIBITION AT STF DURING THE GRAND CELEBRATION IN JUNE/JULY
Collection Due Date: 30 March 2006
Items: Any item of interest that you wish to share/lend/give outright to be exhibited to the public: (eg: school uniform, library books that you accidentally took home, silver cutleries... pix, oscars that you won, etc: as long as you want to show them off to us...)
Person to contact and details: Ryzah at shairyza@mail.hukm.ukm.my or myself.
Collection Mode: To be collected from your place; so please call or email us.
6) HOTEL BOOKING FOR THE GRAND JUBILEE CELEBRATION IN JUNE/JULY:
Official Hotel: Seri Malaysia (Larkin) (has been refurbished recently)
Package: 3Days2Nites Stay with 2 breakfasts, 2 dinners including the Royal Dinner, transportation from hotel to STF vice versa, Lunch coupons at the Carnival, and hopefully some door gifts.
Price Range: Will be released soon, but caters to 6 categories: ie; if you are coming with husband, or with family or with friends. Also for those who do not wish to stay at the hotel. We also have package for junior members at the 'Sick Bay' at stf.
Person to contact: Myself or Zaleha Adwin at lehadwin@gmail.com
Due date to Register: 15 April 2006
Tentative Event Date: 30June - 2July 2006
Our Hope is to provide the best, comfortable yet economical stay for you all. We plan to have a simple get together that Friday nite among all the SKs and maybe have a karaoke competition besides getting to know each other after all these years.
7) LOGISTICS AND TRAVELLING ARRANGEMENTS FROM YOUR PLACE OF STAY TO JB [HOTEL SERI MALAYSIA]
Official Transportation: To be decided but we are open to suggestions: train, chartered bus(es) or air.
Person to contact: Adibah Kasmuni at adeeb66@time.net.my ; Myself or Zaleha Adwin at lehadwin@gmail.com
Due Date to indicate choice of transport mode: 15th April 2006
Price Range: We are negotiating to get the best as soon as we get your information in.
8) TREASURE HUNT
Date: 22 April 2006
Fees: RM300 per car (before 4th March registration) RM400 per car
Venue: Klang Valley area
Contacts: SK Yan Hasmoni '94 (013 342 0503)
SK Suhaimah '95 012-300 0290
9) TENTATIVE AGENDA OF THE GRAND JUBILEE CELEBRATION IN JUNE/JULY 2006
Tentative Date: To be finalised as soon as we get green light from Istana Johor: for now it is from Friday 30 June to Sunday 2 July 2006.
Venue: STF, building, Padang and Sports Arena.
Due date for Registration: 15th April 2006
Due Date Payment: 7th May 2006 or earlier
Payment Details: To be announced soon
Events: (tentative)
*One-Day Educational Seminar - "STF: Her Future and Relevancy" (or something like that)
Date: to be done around this time
Venue: To be announced
Participants: Educators, ex-STF, PIBG
Call for Papers: open now
Person to contact: SK Ruhayah Derus at ruhayah@streamyx.com
Friday
Morning:
Start of Jubilee Carnival
Afternoon at HOTEL Seri Malaysia:
Check-in
Registration
Night at STF:
Forum Perdana TV1 Recording
Night at HOTEL Seri Malaysia:
Welcoming Dinner for all Hotel Guests
Special Srikandi Get-Together and Ta'ruf Session
Saturday
Morning:
Proclamation Ceremony and marking of Time Capsule
Carnival and Exhibition Opening Ceremony
Night:
Royal Jubilee Dinner (Venue to be finalised; but transport shall be provided from Hotel Seri Malaysia)
Dress Theme and Dinner Theme: TUN FATIMAH: WARISANMU...
(So Traditional Malay Costume; glitz and glitter, ok..)
Sunday
Morning:
Tee-Off at the Golf Tournament for Husbands:
Carnival and Exhibition
Afernoon:
Carnival and Exhibition Closure and End of the Jubilee Celebration.: Farewell and adieu.
FYI too
FOUR MORE THINGS to note:
1) SHOOTING FOR THE VIDEO MAKING of your batch
A group of batch 94s is making a video to capture the thoughts and nostalgics of the batches from the 60s to the 2000s. So if you could organise some of your batches to meet up; call up AZLINA at azlina.a@gmail.com to come for video capture.
Due Date: URGENTLY ASAP
2) GOLF TOURNAMENT ORGANISING COMM
The Golf Tournament is mooted by the PIBG; As of now, we are waiting for directions from the PIBG. It is done to collect funds as well as encouraging husbands to come down to Johor for our celebrations.
3) SRIKANDI HI-TEA AT THE SCHOOL BY THE JB CHAPTER
On the 4/3/2006 the Johor Chapter is organising a Hi-Tea at STF Dewan Makan to call all SKs in JB area to help out with the preparation. So if you have your batchmates in JB or Johor area, please inform them. Person to contact is SK Norsarahaida at nsarah@mel.fs.utm.my . STARTS AT 4PM (3.30pm registration)
4) CAR STICKERS WITH GOLDEN JUBILEE LOGO ready for purchase
Please grab this opportunity to buy these once-in-a-lifetime EXCLUSIVE limited edition car stickers at only RM5.00 each. Buy and stick them in all your cars back windows and let the whole world spot you. You can pay more if you wish to help the school.
Contact: LAILA at lailamehat@yahoo.com to get yours NOW!
Lastly, please call or email me if you need further clarification. Please DOAKAN that we have the stamina, and all will be WELL. InsyaALLAH.
Luv.
SK Che Wa
019-3185870
GJC Committee Member-- Wardah Zainal AbidinSrikandi Tun FatimahSTF 7576
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Thursday, February 23, 2006
Happy Birthday, Imran!
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It's Imran's 14th birthday today.
Alas, he is having a fever....
Papa said he's like a baby, demam bila bertambah usia..
Mama said he is exhausted, he went jungle tracking with the KRS (Kadet Remaja Sekolah) on Friday, came back on Saturday, only a day rest on Sunday to do his homework. On Monday he was back to school and marching practice until late evening.
Mama: Imran, I think you are exerting yourself!
Imran: A member of KRS does not exert himself, mama! Ish..malu kalau Ustaz dengar!!
Mama: OK, but please put on the sunblock lotion, I don't want you to have that road divider coloured-skin! (read: black!)
Imran: Mana ada!!!
Mama: Put the sunblock ON!
Imran: OK, provided it has no smell and that nobody would notice!!!!
Huh, boys.....
*KRS is the muslim boys' version of the scouts.
Imran always know how to take advantage of his special day. For as long as I can remember, he comes up with a birthday wishlist from as early as the beginning of the New Year. He'll dictate what he should receive from every member of the family. As he grows, he knows the importance of quality as compared to quantity, so, for the past years, it has been the PS2 player, The Digital Camera, a Nokia Camera phone and this year he was pondering whether he deserved an i-pod or the MP3 player......
As early as last week, we were already at the Ikano Power Centre to help him do some comparative studies, as to the pros and cons of the 2 gadgets. He spoke to the salesmen and I overheard him asked very brilliant technical questions which I myself do not know how to reproduce here....
Finally, he decided on a Sony MP3 player instead of the i-pod, due to the software programme used by the former, which is supposed to be compatible to his computer.
Mama malas nak pergi2 lagi tempat tu, terus belikan an advance birthday present for Imran.
And Papa got a new Sony viewcam too for himself on Imran's birthday....(apa kena mengena nya?)...talk about taking advantage......
For a while I saw the MP3's earpiece slowly becoming an extended appendage of Imran's ear. Then, later in the night he declared that he had just made a discovery:
His ears are not compatible to the MP3's earphones......The lobes are becoming red!!!!!
Mama: So, are we getting a new upgraded and more compatible earlobes for you?
Happy Birthday, Darling!!!
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It's Imran's 14th birthday today.
Alas, he is having a fever....
Papa said he's like a baby, demam bila bertambah usia..
Mama said he is exhausted, he went jungle tracking with the KRS (Kadet Remaja Sekolah) on Friday, came back on Saturday, only a day rest on Sunday to do his homework. On Monday he was back to school and marching practice until late evening.
Mama: Imran, I think you are exerting yourself!
Imran: A member of KRS does not exert himself, mama! Ish..malu kalau Ustaz dengar!!
Mama: OK, but please put on the sunblock lotion, I don't want you to have that road divider coloured-skin! (read: black!)
Imran: Mana ada!!!
Mama: Put the sunblock ON!
Imran: OK, provided it has no smell and that nobody would notice!!!!
Huh, boys.....
*KRS is the muslim boys' version of the scouts.
Imran always know how to take advantage of his special day. For as long as I can remember, he comes up with a birthday wishlist from as early as the beginning of the New Year. He'll dictate what he should receive from every member of the family. As he grows, he knows the importance of quality as compared to quantity, so, for the past years, it has been the PS2 player, The Digital Camera, a Nokia Camera phone and this year he was pondering whether he deserved an i-pod or the MP3 player......
As early as last week, we were already at the Ikano Power Centre to help him do some comparative studies, as to the pros and cons of the 2 gadgets. He spoke to the salesmen and I overheard him asked very brilliant technical questions which I myself do not know how to reproduce here....
Finally, he decided on a Sony MP3 player instead of the i-pod, due to the software programme used by the former, which is supposed to be compatible to his computer.
Mama malas nak pergi2 lagi tempat tu, terus belikan an advance birthday present for Imran.
And Papa got a new Sony viewcam too for himself on Imran's birthday....(apa kena mengena nya?)...talk about taking advantage......
For a while I saw the MP3's earpiece slowly becoming an extended appendage of Imran's ear. Then, later in the night he declared that he had just made a discovery:
His ears are not compatible to the MP3's earphones......The lobes are becoming red!!!!!
Mama: So, are we getting a new upgraded and more compatible earlobes for you?
Happy Birthday, Darling!!!
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Ikram's Jokes
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I am very sure that plenty of drivers are at the verge of tears daily now that the MRR2 bridge is closed for repair. I am indirectly involved in the massive jam each time I send and pick up Ikram from school at Sri Damansara. Traffics are at standstill the moment I drive out of the main road from the school, taking a u-turn into the Highway leading to our house in Mutiara Damansara.
If he himself is not tired, Ikram will try to humour me in the one hour jam for the 10Km drive.
Like yesterday, at 7pm after the accounts tuition, the moment he sat in the car, he asked if I wanted to hear a joke.
mama: No need!
Ikram: why not?
mama: I'm too tired! Besides I have to actively look left and right for queue jumpers.
Ikram: I'm going to tell you anyway!
"Well, there was this pregnant woman who wanted to eat pizza. So, the husband drove her to a Pizza Hut restaurant for a meal. When there, she went into labour and about to give birth to the baby. The husband wanted to rush her to the nearest hospital but she said there was no need for that. The husband asked why? She said , over at the pizza restaurant, she got 'Free Delivery'....
mama:.....silent....
Ikram:.....Not laughing???
mama: no!
Ikram: Why not?
mama: not funny!
Ikram: OK. OK. I'll give you another one, a dirty one!
mama: I don't want to hear a dirty joke!
Ikram: I'll tell you all the same! This was what my teacher told me in class today!
" 2 friends wanted to have drinks at the bar but they could not afford them. So, they pulled together the few coins they own in the pocket and bought a sausage.
They entered the nearest bar and had a few drinks. Later, one friend took out the sausage, put it infront of his zipper and asked the other friend to suck it. The bar's guards saw them doing the act and chased them out of the premise.
They went to the second bar and did the same act. They got free drinks when they got thrown out again, and so they repeatedly did the trick on to the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th and the 7th bar. The friend who was supposed to suck the sausage said that he was too drunk and tired to continue fooling around. The other friend agreed as he was tired too. He had lost the sausage at the 2nd bar!"
mama: ...silent....(wondering teachers nowadays tell this type of jokes to the class???)
Ikram: HA,HA,HA....mama, you are not laughing?
mama: no. Not funny!
Ikram: You think papa will laugh at the joke?
mama: I don't think so, 'Hang belajarq tak pandai tapi cerghita dirty joke pandai!'...
Ikram: Who said Ikram belajar tak pandai? Pandai tau! Wait until you see my monthly report card next week!
mama: OK, I'll see your report card first, next week..
Ikram: O,O, How come I don't feel funny anymore???....
Last night after dinner, I heard a roar of laughter coming out from the kitchen. Papa and Imran were the better listeners to Ikram's jokes..and between them, they add more twists to the ending of the bar joke, which are not worthy for printing here considering I am a 'makcik blogger'.
What you required was the right audience, Ikram!.
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I am very sure that plenty of drivers are at the verge of tears daily now that the MRR2 bridge is closed for repair. I am indirectly involved in the massive jam each time I send and pick up Ikram from school at Sri Damansara. Traffics are at standstill the moment I drive out of the main road from the school, taking a u-turn into the Highway leading to our house in Mutiara Damansara.
If he himself is not tired, Ikram will try to humour me in the one hour jam for the 10Km drive.
Like yesterday, at 7pm after the accounts tuition, the moment he sat in the car, he asked if I wanted to hear a joke.
mama: No need!
Ikram: why not?
mama: I'm too tired! Besides I have to actively look left and right for queue jumpers.
Ikram: I'm going to tell you anyway!
"Well, there was this pregnant woman who wanted to eat pizza. So, the husband drove her to a Pizza Hut restaurant for a meal. When there, she went into labour and about to give birth to the baby. The husband wanted to rush her to the nearest hospital but she said there was no need for that. The husband asked why? She said , over at the pizza restaurant, she got 'Free Delivery'....
mama:.....silent....
Ikram:.....Not laughing???
mama: no!
Ikram: Why not?
mama: not funny!
Ikram: OK. OK. I'll give you another one, a dirty one!
mama: I don't want to hear a dirty joke!
Ikram: I'll tell you all the same! This was what my teacher told me in class today!
" 2 friends wanted to have drinks at the bar but they could not afford them. So, they pulled together the few coins they own in the pocket and bought a sausage.
They entered the nearest bar and had a few drinks. Later, one friend took out the sausage, put it infront of his zipper and asked the other friend to suck it. The bar's guards saw them doing the act and chased them out of the premise.
They went to the second bar and did the same act. They got free drinks when they got thrown out again, and so they repeatedly did the trick on to the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th and the 7th bar. The friend who was supposed to suck the sausage said that he was too drunk and tired to continue fooling around. The other friend agreed as he was tired too. He had lost the sausage at the 2nd bar!"
mama: ...silent....(wondering teachers nowadays tell this type of jokes to the class???)
Ikram: HA,HA,HA....mama, you are not laughing?
mama: no. Not funny!
Ikram: You think papa will laugh at the joke?
mama: I don't think so, 'Hang belajarq tak pandai tapi cerghita dirty joke pandai!'...
Ikram: Who said Ikram belajar tak pandai? Pandai tau! Wait until you see my monthly report card next week!
mama: OK, I'll see your report card first, next week..
Ikram: O,O, How come I don't feel funny anymore???....
Last night after dinner, I heard a roar of laughter coming out from the kitchen. Papa and Imran were the better listeners to Ikram's jokes..and between them, they add more twists to the ending of the bar joke, which are not worthy for printing here considering I am a 'makcik blogger'.
What you required was the right audience, Ikram!.
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Friday, February 17, 2006
The recurring nightmare!
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I was sent away to study at a boarding school at age 12, blank as a blank can be. Fate has it that I was to be there for the next 6 years, putting bits and pieces into my young life, learning the tricks of the trade from equally naive friends.
I don't know about others but come to think of it, I have not learnt much about personal survival. We were highly competitive in our studies, but most could not operate a gas stove by the time we left school at age 18!!
We were allowed to go back home to our poor families once a term, (that would be 3 times a year). Those trips home were on the dirty, smelly and stifling train of Keretapi Tanah Melayu. We never questioned it then, but how come there were never enough seats for us to sit in the train which stopped at every station along the way. It was not too bad if I managed to rough it out, struggled with my bag and got a seat if the journey started from Johor Baru to Tampin, the nearest train stop to my kampong. However, I might as well prepare to stand for 5 hours, all the way from Tampin to Johor Baru, because all the seats available would have been taken up by students originating from as far north as Arau!!
I have a feeling that someone had shortchanged us somehow! But it's too late to approach the ACA now, almost 37 years later.....
Those miserable train trips must have affected my psychological well-being, otherwise, why do I continue having nightmares now, after all those years....
I can remember every scene in the nightmare and could even anticipate the ending. It will be either one of these scenarios:-
1) I arrived at an empty Tampin train station, the train and everybody else had left,
2) I went up the wrong train, instead of going down South to Johor Baru, I was on one heading up North to Arau!,
3) I managed to get myself a cosy seat on the train, only to realise that my bag was still at the platform,
4) When we reached Gemas, everybody changed to another train but I was the only one oblivious of the changes and left sitting alone in the empty coach until midnight!
5) arriving at the station when the train has just started moving and I made a sprint towards it!!
Believe me, the last episode will be worse if I was awaken with Papa's arm around me while I would be sweating and panting..
mama: Papa, lain kali kalau mama mengigau, jangan pegang2 mama, tau!
papa: I thought you were sick, you were quivering and shaking....
mama: mama tengah kejar train! Padanlah tak sampai2....You are holding me back!
Boleh???
papa: Lain kali basuh kaki dulu sebelum tidor lah mama!!!!
But the nighmare continues, even with washed feet and all...
On hindsight, it's always missing the train from Tampin to Johor Baru, but not vice-versa....
My friends are currently organizing a 'back to school trip' in commemoration of STF's Golden Jubilee celebration this year.
I am still frighten to go back there.
Perhaps I should get my driver to send me to Tampin train station, buy a first class ticket in the fully aircond VVIP Coach, and travel in style to Johor Baru with my Louis Vutton suitcase...
that would probably break the nightmarish spell once and for all.......
Appearing in person for the first time!
Mama sitting on STF ground, in Dec.1974, minutes before leaving for good, and has since never returned....
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I was sent away to study at a boarding school at age 12, blank as a blank can be. Fate has it that I was to be there for the next 6 years, putting bits and pieces into my young life, learning the tricks of the trade from equally naive friends.
I don't know about others but come to think of it, I have not learnt much about personal survival. We were highly competitive in our studies, but most could not operate a gas stove by the time we left school at age 18!!
We were allowed to go back home to our poor families once a term, (that would be 3 times a year). Those trips home were on the dirty, smelly and stifling train of Keretapi Tanah Melayu. We never questioned it then, but how come there were never enough seats for us to sit in the train which stopped at every station along the way. It was not too bad if I managed to rough it out, struggled with my bag and got a seat if the journey started from Johor Baru to Tampin, the nearest train stop to my kampong. However, I might as well prepare to stand for 5 hours, all the way from Tampin to Johor Baru, because all the seats available would have been taken up by students originating from as far north as Arau!!
I have a feeling that someone had shortchanged us somehow! But it's too late to approach the ACA now, almost 37 years later.....
Those miserable train trips must have affected my psychological well-being, otherwise, why do I continue having nightmares now, after all those years....
I can remember every scene in the nightmare and could even anticipate the ending. It will be either one of these scenarios:-
1) I arrived at an empty Tampin train station, the train and everybody else had left,
2) I went up the wrong train, instead of going down South to Johor Baru, I was on one heading up North to Arau!,
3) I managed to get myself a cosy seat on the train, only to realise that my bag was still at the platform,
4) When we reached Gemas, everybody changed to another train but I was the only one oblivious of the changes and left sitting alone in the empty coach until midnight!
5) arriving at the station when the train has just started moving and I made a sprint towards it!!
Believe me, the last episode will be worse if I was awaken with Papa's arm around me while I would be sweating and panting..
mama: Papa, lain kali kalau mama mengigau, jangan pegang2 mama, tau!
papa: I thought you were sick, you were quivering and shaking....
mama: mama tengah kejar train! Padanlah tak sampai2....You are holding me back!
Boleh???
papa: Lain kali basuh kaki dulu sebelum tidor lah mama!!!!
But the nighmare continues, even with washed feet and all...
On hindsight, it's always missing the train from Tampin to Johor Baru, but not vice-versa....
My friends are currently organizing a 'back to school trip' in commemoration of STF's Golden Jubilee celebration this year.
I am still frighten to go back there.
Perhaps I should get my driver to send me to Tampin train station, buy a first class ticket in the fully aircond VVIP Coach, and travel in style to Johor Baru with my Louis Vutton suitcase...
that would probably break the nightmarish spell once and for all.......
Appearing in person for the first time!
Mama sitting on STF ground, in Dec.1974, minutes before leaving for good, and has since never returned....
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Origin of Valentine's day
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'The Valentine tradition dates back to AD 269 when marriages were banned in the Roman countries by Claudius the Cruel during Emperor Claudius II's reign.
At that time, young people had to find willing priests if they wanted to marry in secret and Valentine was one of them.
However, when Valentine's secret was discovered, he was condemned to death on Feb.14, AD 269. He wrote a note to Claudius on that day and signed it: "Love from your Valentine".
People are still remembering this day annually by spoiling their life partners with gifts and candle light dinners and Valentine's day became more and more commercialised throughout the years.'
....source: The Malay Mail.
'The Valentine tradition dates back to AD 269 when marriages were banned in the Roman countries by Claudius the Cruel during Emperor Claudius II's reign.
At that time, young people had to find willing priests if they wanted to marry in secret and Valentine was one of them.
However, when Valentine's secret was discovered, he was condemned to death on Feb.14, AD 269. He wrote a note to Claudius on that day and signed it: "Love from your Valentine".
People are still remembering this day annually by spoiling their life partners with gifts and candle light dinners and Valentine's day became more and more commercialised throughout the years.'
....source: The Malay Mail.
And last night over Buletin Utama TV3, Ustaz Hassan Din Al-Hafiz appeared briefly to remind muslims 'supaya jangan terikut2 dengan amalan penganut ugama kristian kerana ditakuti akan memesong akidah, yang memungkinkan seseorang itu menjadi syirik'.
I quickly sent an sms to Dilla, reminding her of the reminder.
Dilla said even her christian friend does not celebrate Valentine's day anymore as even the church does not encourage commercialisation of love.....
Bagus, toksah celebrate! Dalam masa menjaga akidah, duit poket hang pun selamat........(boleh simpan untuk menyambut 'Hari Ibu' nanti!!! I want an i-pod in this colour, fully downloaded with M.Nasir, Udit Narayanan & Latha Mangeshkar's songs).....Thank you.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Hitting the treadmill
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I finally got hold of my jogging shoes and hit the treadmill yesterday. I was about to change my mind after an excuse of not finding a matching t-shirt to go with my DKNY track bottom....*Laa, makcik, bukan ker nak exercise dalam bilek ajer!!!!***
Chihuahua my cat was looking at me suspiciously. She was so waiting for the machine to start so that she could play too. Not another false start, eh mama! Embarrased, I was determined not to let another excuse to get inbetween me and my new kebaya.
I've laid off working out since Ramadhan. During the month, I imagined that I was supposed to be tired and hungry. And I got naturally slim out of fasting anyway.
Then Raya came and I ate endlessly. During our Open house, I met Dilla's friend who is a fitness instructor. When he greeted me, I thought I heard him say that I looked fit. I have to believe him, after all he is Jaclyn Victor's personal trainer as well..yep, Jac the 'gemilang' lady...
Last week, Mary who is my tailor delivered 5 new kebayas for my office wear. Alas, 1/4 of my anatomy couldn't go into the dress!!!!!!
mama: Mary! did you use other people's measurement???
Mary: No maam, it was you during Ramadzan!
No way, I definitely have to start doing something and that will certainly be huffing and puffing .......
After an hour and drenched down to my Nike shoes,
mama: Imran, please record the treadmill meter on foto for me!.
Imran: Wow!! You hit 10km/h!!!!!!!!! Very the terror one!!!!
mama: That's just to show off at my blog!!!!! Chihuahua can neither read nor tell the actual speed....
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note to Hisham: I no longer run up the Kiara Hill ,hence no more blood donation to the mosquitoes or looking out for gorgeous balding hunk incase it was you! ...
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Friday, February 03, 2006
3 Layers Of Heaven
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3 layers of heaven, that's what Imran called my cream caramel!
My children are so easy to please, I only made a simple effort, and the appreciation and tributes were triplefold. he,he,he.......
Due to the long holidays, rather than fiddling with my fingers, sleep, wake up to view the garden, fiddling my fingers, sleep and wake up to view the garden again, I decided to make my famous cream caramel. Well, actually it's only famous amongst my kids, anyway.
When Liza, my niece-in-law (is that what you call someone who married your nephew?), was courting Akmal, I was told that she came to the family house bringing her homemade cream caramel all the time. Her cream caramel was so delicious, so much so, I, the auntie, would always take some back home whenever I visited Akmal's mom's house. I have always known how to make one, but I was unsure, like, eh, dah masak ke belum? manis sangat ke? susu terlebih ke?..so it was trial and error all the time!
Last week Liza was kind enough to let me in to her recipe,
the topping:
1 cup of sugar to make your own caramel. when it's slightly yellow, add half cup water.
the custard:
2 cans evaporated milk
8 eggs
1 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla essence
(blend them all together)
Pour the cooled caramel into a glass bowl, pour the blended mixture on the top.
steam for 30 mins.
serve chilled with a can of mix fruits.
Here's how your 3 layers of heaven should look like:
Dilla: mama, tolong buatkan cream caramel for Nazrin!
mama:..(eh, boyfriend hang, hang lah buat, pasai apa pulak aku nak buat! might as well I go and find my own boyfriend and make the cream caramel for him!!).....
Nevertheless, I still make one especially for Nazrin, after all it's not often that I can show off my culinary skill.
The verdict?
Nazrin: Sedapnya cream caramel auntie!!!!!! I give you 9.7 marks out of 10!!
Ooooppsss...your loss, should you generously give 12 marks out of 10, I might just try to make the delicious tiramisu for you next week....
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3 layers of heaven, that's what Imran called my cream caramel!
My children are so easy to please, I only made a simple effort, and the appreciation and tributes were triplefold. he,he,he.......
Due to the long holidays, rather than fiddling with my fingers, sleep, wake up to view the garden, fiddling my fingers, sleep and wake up to view the garden again, I decided to make my famous cream caramel. Well, actually it's only famous amongst my kids, anyway.
When Liza, my niece-in-law (is that what you call someone who married your nephew?), was courting Akmal, I was told that she came to the family house bringing her homemade cream caramel all the time. Her cream caramel was so delicious, so much so, I, the auntie, would always take some back home whenever I visited Akmal's mom's house. I have always known how to make one, but I was unsure, like, eh, dah masak ke belum? manis sangat ke? susu terlebih ke?..so it was trial and error all the time!
Last week Liza was kind enough to let me in to her recipe,
the topping:
1 cup of sugar to make your own caramel. when it's slightly yellow, add half cup water.
the custard:
2 cans evaporated milk
8 eggs
1 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla essence
(blend them all together)
Pour the cooled caramel into a glass bowl, pour the blended mixture on the top.
steam for 30 mins.
serve chilled with a can of mix fruits.
Here's how your 3 layers of heaven should look like:
Dilla: mama, tolong buatkan cream caramel for Nazrin!
mama:..(eh, boyfriend hang, hang lah buat, pasai apa pulak aku nak buat! might as well I go and find my own boyfriend and make the cream caramel for him!!).....
Nevertheless, I still make one especially for Nazrin, after all it's not often that I can show off my culinary skill.
The verdict?
Nazrin: Sedapnya cream caramel auntie!!!!!! I give you 9.7 marks out of 10!!
Ooooppsss...your loss, should you generously give 12 marks out of 10, I might just try to make the delicious tiramisu for you next week....
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