Friday, November 28, 2008


Allah ordered (the appointed angels) that the good and bad deeds be written, and He then showed them the way how to write.
If somebody intends to do a good deed and he does not do it, then Allah will write for him a full good deed;
If he intends to do a good deed and actually does it, then Allah will write for him in his account from 10 to 700 hundred times, to many more times;
If somebody intended to do a bad deed and he does not do it, then Allah will write a full good deed in his account;
If he intended to do a bad deed and actually does it, then Allah will write one bad deed in his account.
Sahih Al-Bukhari

Wednesday, November 26, 2008


If you can keep your head when all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools;
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you,
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run;
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my brother!
IF By Rudyard Kipling

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


The best thing in life always comes in small packages. This is so very true for me when it comes to our recent house renovation.
The room I love the most was the maid's room that has now turned into a storage room. It is the smallest room in the house but I LOVE it for everything that is dear to my heart sits in there. The books that I would not part with and their smells, the photos that shape my life, my CD collection that I used to head bang to and Franco's tapes that filled with angry music. My shoes, handbags and power suits. My gzillion postcards from all over the world, our love notes, my university books along with other references - they are all in there.
For everybody else, it may just be a storage room, but for me, THIS IS MY ROOM OF TREASURE.


There is now a fatwa in Malaysia banning Muslims from practising yoga for fear it might deviates their belief. These are a few moments that I must say, I am ashamed to be a Muslim. It is this fatwa, along with some others that have rendered us Malaysian Muslims to be completely narrow minded.
I admit that I am not a devout Muslim but I will stand by every Muslim principle that I believe in and I will fight and debate those matters to death when challenged. But when this fatwa was made public on Saturday, a Christian yoga friend called me up to challenge me on this issue. And for the first time ever, I was speechless.
I am not sure how something so good can be seen by a few narrow minded people as a deviation and then be passed on as fatwa. I bet none of these people have ever been to a yoga class. I bet they don't even know the different types of yoga that are available, let alone name them all. Again these people manage to put Malaysia as a laughing stock on the map.

So, all I can say is Good luck Malaysia in reaching the 2020 goal...if this is what our leaders are concerned about, then we have a long way to go...


A couple of weeks ago, we went to Low Yat to look for a new handphone pour moi. The current one that I am attached to is 10 years of age (hence my attachment to this little thing). Unfortunately, for the last one year it has been plagued by certain illness which makes the ringing tone unuseable and when the message comes through, it only vibrates whenever it wants to - all of which I am happy to live with. After all, having a phone is never a life or death situation for me. It is convenient to have but I can definitely live without.
Of late however, the battery is acting up on me. A lot of times, I would be so into a conversation, describing the most gruesome experience when I realised that I have been talking through a dead phone ("potong stim" only!). And since the phone is so old, they don't even sell the batteries anymore. Hence the trip to Low Yat.
Anyway, the choice was between a Blackberry or a Motorola V9. The Blackberry was for the possibility of joining the corporate world in the next few days (or weeks) while the latter was purely for esthetic reason.
When asked the retailer for help, I was asked the question "under water punye ke?" which I thought meant that the phone is water resistant. So, "yes" was my answer! and marveled at the latest technology!
Little did I know what it truly meant and lucky for me, the knowledge came just before I made the purchase! I am not a BIG under water fan, so , we aborted our search and moved to find the authorised dealer for these phones.

Sunday, November 16, 2008


It is 4 o'clock in the morning and I just couldn't put myself to sleep again. So many things are going through my head - not only about the issues that are bothering me but also about things I am thankful about. For even in times of trouble, there is always something to be grateful for. And friendship tops it all today.
Through the years I have made many friends but retain very few. It is usually in times of need that you realise who your true friends are. I am so blessed to have a few of them and would not trade them for anything in the world, unless it is a mansion in Hollywood Hills, of course! So, goodbye my fair weather friends and hello and thank you to my stormy weather ones!
Friday started off well with a good tennis session with Coach Din after dropping the kids off at school. After a quick shower and change at the Tennis Centre, I drove to Shah Alam to pick a stormy weather friend #1 up from a hospital. It was the least I could do for her kindness in offering us a place to stay while we battle the contractors and each other.
Anyway, it was at this hospital that I received a phone call from my stormy weather friend #2 who excited me with her recommendation for a position in an MNC, that years ago I probably would die for. After the conversation was over and I had time to digest the news, I suddenly have a mixed feeling about this offer. The truth is I thought I was resolute with my decision to go back to SKM but this offer is making me think twice about my judgement, and that is NEVER a good way to reignite one's career!
But that is not the worst news that is giving me stomach and mouth ulcers. I am not sure how I feel or should feel - disappointed, upset, sad, or all of the above - I thought I know of this stormy weather friend #3 like the back of my hand, but lately he keeps making one bad decision after another that is affecting our life, so I am beginning to wonder whether our welfare is being taken into consideration when these decisions are made. And when they are, where does it lie in the list of priority. Currently I am feeling pretty low in the list when usually I am a very high person who would not be perturbed by such things. It would be so easy for me to brush off my feelings as being silly, but this time, I just can't shake it off.
I guess that's why they are the stormy weather friends. They usually are the ones brewing the storm, oopss, I mean...they are suppose to be there when the storm is brewing, no.. really, I mean they will always be there when the tea is brewing after the storm.

Monday, November 10, 2008


Oh...there is nothing worst than having to attend a dinner with Franco's colleagues and their spouses.
As recluse as I am, I am usually not that bad but Franco's colleagues are in a different league all together. At 41 years old, he is the youngest ex pat in his company, with the oldest being in his 70s and the second youngest a granny of 55 years old!
So, do you blame me for finding a million excuses not to attend any of these functions? Usually I succeeded but tonight, I can't escape it.
Franco's BIG boss from Canada is in town and we are going to Zipanyu in Shangri La for dinner. He even arranged for Sylvia to babysit Tasha and he has chosen the night in a week that I don't have yoga or tennis! Bummer! Tough to say no, though, NOT because Franco has threatened to rent a wife if I decide not to join him but I heard the Japanese food is out of this world there and j'aime la cuisine de japonais!
After years of begging, he finally finds the bait that works!

Sunday, November 9, 2008


My youngest sister has been crashing at my place since our trip to Singapore. Being the chatterbox that she is, the house has been filled with Kelantanese dialect since her arrival instead of the usual English and sporadic BM used when I am upset.

Tasha is loving the language and tries to speak it at every opportunity, which is a joy to hear although half of the time, it sounded like a new language has been created! We even took her to watch the movie Budak Kelantan which is a bit too adultish for her but has some beautiful Kelantanese language spoken by some of the actors. Even my husband didn't want to miss out on the fun and has finally succeeded in saying "seksen ne belah" like a true Kelantanese. last... my home now feels like a real Kelantanese home!

Friday, November 7, 2008


I love Singapore for a number of reasons but mainly because of the family whom I love dearly live there and they are a part of a beautiful memory of my teenage years.

Way back in 1964 when my mom was studying in Singapore, she was notoriously playful that my grandparents placed her under the watchful eyes of Pak Cik Salim and Mak Ain, who were my grandparents' best friends. The families were so close that for a while I thought that my grandfather and Pak Cik Salim were brothers until it was revealed to me otherwise.

They took on their role as godparents seriously and extended the same hospitality to my sister some 20 years later when she entered STF in Johor Bharu. Since I was in TKC, Seremban during the same period of time (we are only a year apart), my parents would drive from Kota Bharu to do the mill run and eventually all of us would end up at Pak Cik Salim's place. Singapore was truly our second home way back then.
When we heard that Pak Cik Salim was battling with lung cancer and had just undergone sessions of chemotherapy, a trip to Singapore was in order. It was decided that my mom, my sister and my daughter would follow me. Undoubtedly, everybody was eager to see Pak Cik Salim and his family but little did I know that everybody had an ulterior motive which was revealed en route - my mom was dying to go to Joo Chiat to buy her jubahs, my sister had been dreaming of going on the Singapore Flyer and my daughter insisted that the trip to Singapore would not be complete if she couldn't get her favourite Roti Pisang at the Food Republic on Orchard Road.

Back in Tampines, Pak Cik Salim looked a bit frail but still has his charming smile on. Mak Ain is never short of stories - be it about the past, present or future. I love reminiscing with her as she has the capability of filling in the gaps with details that made you go "yeah...that's it". The memory became so vivid that the past seemed just like yesterday. Kak Mina has not put on weight since 1986 and is desperately looking for pills to help her gain some weight while Kak Esah's food is out of this world that she should be awarded as a 5 star Michelin chef! Abang Man is the envy of the family who spends most of his time in his holiday home in Batam.

I have not slept at their place since I left TKC and decided to do so on this trip for old time sake. So, "Hotel Lambak" was back in business again after 20 years and everybody slept peacefully after all their wishes came true.

Sunday, November 2, 2008


I have two words for it: