tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369435132024-03-07T15:12:36.382+08:00again, Ipay your mind to the distant thunderamicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.comBlogger399125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-78875192576975126652013-05-31T11:40:00.001+08:002013-05-31T15:04:35.014+08:00you are what you think out loud A rugged looking gentlemen in his 60-s came for a visit yesterday.<br />
A former army, made bankrupt. <br />
As I came in the discussion room, he spread out some Land title, documents, a statutory declaration and a stack of Bankruptcy Act.<br />
<br />
"I want to transfer this piece of Land to my son, but I need your no-objection letter. I've already drafted them for you, all you need to do is just sign".<br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Amboi. Aku ke dia yang lawyer. </i><br />
But I listened on, because this guy, was on a roll. He just wouldn't stop and I was too amazed by his tenacity (maybe a bit too polite to intererrupt an old man)<br />
<br />
"I've been made a bankrupt 15 years ago. But when I wanted to pay the judgment sum to the Bank (who made me bankrupt, and you're representing them), the Bank refused to accept the money and asked me to pay it to the Official Assignee. There, as you can see, the transcript of proof of payment to the Assignee".<br />
<br />
He stuck out one bank slip with a handwritten recipient <i>Pemegang Harta.</i><br />
<br />
"The Land Office told me that I could only transfer the land to my son if you have no objection<i>. </i>But the debt had already been paid to the Insolvency, I banked it in, and I don't know why I'm not discharged from bankruptcy. the money just got stuck there and I'm still a bankrupt. So its a chicken and egg situation. I go Land Office reject, I go Bank also kena reject. So today I go to you"<br />
<i> </i><br />
<i> </i>This is what you get, when you think you're smart to skip a process.<br />
<b>"But you didn't go to one place. "</b><br />
<br />
He knew what the place is "Oh you mean the Insolvency department? ""<br />
<br />
I told him " I think I can understand why someone tends to skip that procedure, which he thinks he can make do by doing something else. Like you, you think it all can be settled if the money is paid. But you knew you needed to see the Assignee, lay out all the financial matters with them, and then all that can follow through. Without their recommendation, even if you paid into their account double, means nothing"<br />
<br />
His short reply to this "I knew I should see a lawyer first!" <br />
<br />
<b> "Its painful to be thoroughly examined in and out, who likes to be checked for their ability and weaknesses, being probed for every personal matter, what you do in your pasttime, what you do for a living?. But, if it must be done to correct past mistake, you should let it be"</b><br />
<br />
And then he let out a big laugh "now you're talking like a philosopher!"<br />
<br />
Then, it came. the big realisation: <b>I was actually, talking to myself.</b><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
That much I know is true. For instance: Sometimes during sessions with hawariyyun, I dreaded when its time to read Quranic recitation. I concede that my tajweed is not at par, but I still haven't done much improvement and could only cry when husband corrects me when I read. Hua hua. Lemahnya iman...</blockquote>
<br />
ps the old man went back from my firm, singing. Oh boyamicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-65396488449257778302013-05-30T09:41:00.000+08:002013-05-30T09:41:06.261+08:002.5 hoursSometimes technology just abandons me, I am today's woman who starts her day with a screaming child, over milk.<br />
My kids, my alarm clock.<br />
<br />
Barely opening my eyes, usually the Boy will offer his help to scoop out his chocolate milk powder.<br />
'Ibu, Abang nak tolong boleh?".<br />
<br />
Yea, and hoping that cooperative atittude lingers until adulthood, every mother's dream.<br />
<br />
And then the fajar prayers, while the Boy sipping his milk, looking at me, still barely awake.<br />
<br />
But what happens next is a mixture of liquid fast action -laundry-slicing vegetables and meat-porridge for the Girl-dishwashing-blending the Girl's porridge-bathing the Boy-packing the kids' nursery bags-shower for me and the kids-delicate skincaring for the Girl-and still finding time to play Ultraman with the Boy.<br />
All before 9 am<br />
<br />
The usual get ups for mothers. But then you'll realise<br />
Yup. No breakfast and no morning exercise.<br />
Self neglect is a sin, and my body is trembling in rebellion.<br />
<br />
I have now, sore aching knees.<br />
Still barely 30.<br />
But suddenly awake.<br />
<br />
<br />amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-21340479631867846152013-05-29T15:02:00.003+08:002013-05-29T15:02:52.407+08:00lost and foundThis post this time, I think would be very personal.<br />
<br />
I have actually considered, before writing this time, to actually delete all my previous posts in this blog and start anew. I keep on thinking, hey wait, did I just say that? Who was I?<br />
Ohmy if embarassment has a daughter, it'll probably nickname her me.<br />
<br />
But I digress.<br />
Since I'm (a slow) working progress, I'll cling on my old posts and let me be embarassed by how foolish I was when I was younger, but never ashamed of I was to delete the pre-made up Afzan.<br />
So let it be.<br />
<br />
Ergo, I write.<br />
Personal encounters these past week had a sudden bang on me, so much
contained the cacophany must be written or else I'll just let it rot in
my non active brain.<br />
<br />
Exh. 1<br />
The joy of being found.<br />
Of course, you must be lost first before you could actually appreciate being found.<br />
But what if, the rescue you're hoping for is just not what you expected to be?<br />
<br />
Its just a lifeboat handing out lifevest in the midst of deep ocean. Sink and swim, you must.<br />
And forget about waiting for anymore help.<br />
There is no use about being bitter for those external help if you yourself refuse to do so for your ownself.<br />
<br />
Exh. 2<br />
<br />
I always thought that life would be more interesting, more lively if you have a passion.<br />
I don't understand why people knit for their sake, but I envy their determination to knit a sweater with the cute squinting eyes and the hidden annoyance of the recipient of the knitted sweater.<br />
<br />
But what if the reason of the passion died?<br />
(Surely you tell me there could always exist a passion without any cause. But I doubt it.)<br />
The passion, the hobby, the obsession could wither away.<br />
<br />
And I thought, what's mine?<br />
I've so long let it die that I couldn't remember what was it that I love doing most.<br />
<br />
I remember writing. Lots of journal. Of fiery passion.<br />
And doodling. Drawing. Of course, with fiery passion.<br />
Art.<br />
Reading.<br />
<br />
And none of those are with me now.<br />
Too bad.<br />
<br />
If I could reflect <b>why</b> I did what I do, it must've been from all those teenage years, venting out to the canvas, being angry to something, I could actually say now I have lost the energy to (being angry) care, hence their disappearence.<br />
<br />
Happier but boring-er.<br />
I have lost that part of me, but at least I know what I've lost.<br />
<br />
And that's one reason of joy :)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-59570371218119389302013-05-27T17:35:00.002+08:002013-05-27T17:44:20.950+08:00WoolwichI think I am now washing my hands clean out of the GE13 blackout aftermath.<br />
<br />
Its too noisy, the cacophony dampens the spirit of democracy. Or mine. Lol.<br />
The people have spoken, and nobody like cheaters as well as sore losers, but life must go on.<br />
<br />
If you have to ask me, do what you must, but do your work.<br />
People can see underneath all the shenanigans and bad ad campaigning, the worth of your honest work.<br />
<br />
I'll vote for clean city, meaningful education (free or not does not matter to me) accountable records, approachable statesmen and yes, welfare based community that provides for both security and safety. <br />
<br />
<b>Woolwich.</b><br />
That's what got me into writing.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02571/woolwich-murder_2571888b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02571/woolwich-murder_2571888b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Two madmen went beserk and murdered a man on the street, while declaring political and (sadly) religion (Islamic) motives. You can just google it, it'll tell you the details of how witnesses came by and sheltered the body while stopping the murderers from rampaging on. Makes you feel diehard series feel comical. Go, google.<br />
<br />
What strikes me, is ofcourse the backlash on Muslim community.<br />
The name and blame game. The anger. Finger pointing. <br />
Remember when there was a caricature mocking Rasullullah? <br />
<br />
Yes, in that same spirit, in the same line I wish I can make a point to say this:<br />
I simply feel that our reaction to things like this, should be measured.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
(Says the fiery tempered lady) --->t; guilty, but when its done in masses, it could be seen as a united voice.<br />
<br />
Personally I've had enough of convincing people that Islam does not condone violence, and lets not forget the bigotry of biased prevailance when its done by a nonmuslim its deemed as psychatric based personal problem but when its done by Muslims, its terrorism all the way.<br />
<br />
But what could I say when muslims' reaction to these incidents had been frightening at the same time.<br />
(The same fiery angry people who does nothing say when people insulting te Prophet everyday by not following his daily sunnatic traditions. Same difference.)<br />
<br />
I dunno.<br />
I wish everyone, including myself, can see how lucky we are to have Prophet Muhammad as our leading example: Him having grace under preasure.<br />
<br />
Grace under pressure.<br />
The very moment your head goes pop!<br />
Can you smile, and offer a hand at your brother?<br />
<br />
Maybe not, but can't we stop shouting and inciting hate?<br />
I think we can.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-16607198885647538252012-03-07T11:48:00.001+08:002013-05-30T09:41:24.397+08:00To the beachIs could be just me, but when I miss someone, I wish I can be at the beach.<br />
The vast ocean tells me something when I tell them mine.<br />
Something like when you stare at the sky, but this time you can feel it. Touch it. Smell the salty heavy air.<br />
It feels infinite. <br />
And you're one with everything. With everyone.<br />
Like the fathomless deep ocean. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPTp4SRVOwgQo6CzVoEAXEorhUFR-cqIBY4Q0RDbH99bdhNRXF3CLpBdI2tU3sbJcmQqFs8o1dk99M9Rwd8sfN3NOwTYeBDDObtfBRjzpyeJKLJpYpGj2PcklTa0dvYs7jomU/s1600/2379761802_ecd6b61570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPTp4SRVOwgQo6CzVoEAXEorhUFR-cqIBY4Q0RDbH99bdhNRXF3CLpBdI2tU3sbJcmQqFs8o1dk99M9Rwd8sfN3NOwTYeBDDObtfBRjzpyeJKLJpYpGj2PcklTa0dvYs7jomU/s320/2379761802_ecd6b61570.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
.<br />
If only Lil Lief can excuse the pesky sands. Sigh. <br />
<br />
Asal jiwang je ingat pantai. Apakah.<br />
<br />amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-1421960367486438072012-01-06T11:39:00.003+08:002013-05-29T15:04:33.503+08:00hati yang merasa<div style="font-family: inherit;">
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:WordDocument>
<w:View>Normal</w:View>
<w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>
<w:PunctuationKerning/>
<w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/>
<w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>
<w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent>
<w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>
<w:Compatibility>
<w:BreakWrappedTables/>
<w:SnapToGridInCell/>
<w:WrapTextWithPunct/>
<w:UseAsianBreakRules/>
<w:DontGrowAutofit/>
</w:Compatibility>
<w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel>
</w:WordDocument>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156">
</w:LatentStyles>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]>
<style>
/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-parent:"";
mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin:0cm;
mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-ansi-language:#0400;
mso-fareast-language:#0400;
mso-bidi-language:#0400;}
</style>
<![endif]-->
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Dia mengendong anaknya, dan
berdiri patuh menunggu. Mahkamah: tempat asing untuk kanak-kanak, apatah
lagi untuk bayi yang masih merah, digendong lembut ibunya dalam kain lampin
kusam. Apabila giliran dan namanya dipanggil, dia memandang ke kiri dan ke
kanan untuk sesiapa memegang bayinya itu sementara dia disoal hakim.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Itulah kali pertama saya berjumpa dengannya.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Tangannya tidak digari seperti banduan lain, untuk
memudahkan dia mendukung anaknya, tapi pergerakannya masih terbatas. Sorotan
mata-mata yang memandang lebih banyak membatas daripada gerigi besi. Itu dia
tahu.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Katanya anaknya dilahirkan di dalam penjara.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Bila ditanya apakah perkerjaannya, dia menjawab kepada saya <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">as a matter of fact: </i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Ayam. Aku ni seorang Ayam”.</i></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Naifnya saya ketika itu tidak tahu apa yang dia maksudkan
sehinggalah dia bercerita lanjut, mungkin disebabkan latah wajah saya yang
melampau: “Aku melacur diri”.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Nota ringkas saya ambil. Umurnya muda, baru 24. Wajahnya
nampak lebih tua dari angka usianya. Ceritanya lagi, bukan sekali dua. Tetapi
selama dia mula mempunyai ingatan dia telah mula melacur. Semenjak kecil? Tentu
dia dirogol. Saya catatkan untuk poin mitigasi rayuan. Sejak bila kau jadi
demikian?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Senyumnya kelat “sebelum aku boleh berlari”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Saya kira kalau dia boleh melarikan diri, dia tentu boleh
meninggalkan kerjanya, tetapi dia menggeleng “Itu sahaja benda yang aku tahu
buat”. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
“Kerja senang, tapi selalu sakit. Dan ini-“ sambil
menunjukkan anaknya “bahana bila pelanggan degil memakai ‘getah’.” Masih
dikucupnya bayi yang kasihan itu.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Kesnya bersambung pada tarikh lain. Entah ujian makmal apa
pula yang belum siap. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Dia dibawa pergi, sambil diciumnya anak kecilnya
bertalu-talu.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-62699905073734845492011-12-23T15:47:00.003+08:002011-12-23T15:50:09.536+08:00wishful drink<div style="font-family: inherit;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
She is a woman in her early sixties.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Haughty, without
apology. She made sure that her house is clean, spic and span, her kitchen
immaculate and she will have no excuse for her (now grand)children’s
sloppiness. She believes in discipline, as her years enduring the toughest
nursing career had shaped her.</div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
I was having lunch with her when I brought the bowl of rice
to her plate, while she demanded her glass of water She wasn’t even beginning
to eat when she scowled. “You know my son Joe will never forget my drink.” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
“How do you expect me to eat if there’s no drink?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
“Do you want me to choke?” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
I felt clumsy . And inefficient.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
She continued to fuss about it, threatening to not
eat at all. I had no notion of hinting to her that I was just a visitor, just
finalizing some legal documents and still I was subjected to her wrath. But I
said nothing and brought her glass of water. Then she began telling me years of
good upbringing had weaved her Joe to become a gentleman that he is, forever
putting her as his first priority. I sat, listening and slowly munching my
lunch. It felt like a stale bread.</div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Then dinner came.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Her four children joined us for dinner. Being a guest, and
with that I afforded myself with not doing anything, while her children busied
themselves manning the dining room. They helped themselves with curry, salads
and then they sat down for dinner. We were beginning to eat when the old lady
raised her voice the first time in the evening “Where’s my glass of water?”-</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
No one remembered her. Not even Joe.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
Joe studied his mother, hesitantly motioned her sister to
pass the jug of water to the matriarch. She sat still, unknowing of what to do
with her own expectation of her children. Still she had to take her own glass
from the kitchen cabinet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
I saw the hurt in her eye, for her belief had shattered
right before us. Before the guest for the evening, especially.</div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span>amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-37347896499935308642011-12-14T11:10:00.000+08:002011-12-14T11:12:47.492+08:00Lief story<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Little Lief.</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Many wonder where did I get Hanzalah’s screen name from. It
originated from Dutch, meaning Lovable/Beloved. But honestly, I got it from an
online store (gasp!). </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don’t be put off just yet, the story how an online store
inspired me is as memorable that I nickname our Mr. H in that way. <span style="font-family: Wingdings;"></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I’d like to believe that I’m an easy going Mother.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So simple that Little Lief had not been wearing socks since
he was 1 m.o, to much annoyance to traditional mothers. Its not that I have my own
(anti-angin) theory, but its because at 1 months young, Hanzalah had outgrown
most of his stockings. His weight
doubled to 6kg, so it left me with sudden overwhelmingly short of socks.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of course, the ‘aunties’ bunch were not happy. <i>Its not like
I intend to.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
[Dalam hati rasa..eh anak aku dok Malaysia
kan. Why do I
need to overbundle him. Tengok anak <a href="http://xareej.com/" target="_blank">Areej </a>yang dok uk OK je takdok alas kaki). But to
assuage them all, since I’m an inexperienced mother so better to listen to any
possible <i>passable</i> logic. So I thought, I’ll buy him Shoes for him to wear during
the outings (where the ‘aunties’ bunch can be met). <i>So ada la jugak alas kaki kan.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So I online shopped and came across this gorgeous semi
boots:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr9X2GrNBEFZIA6hcIjLu55hdSyGUEDxH0gpLGfozPANcS_bEshyphenhyphenrsh6_DF7Bk1DxVqFSJIVWPJ5BS55e3pwU5ssCnusbvxIBj05_veNitSSPpY8OFc_Dec4Csev0mYs8w8ap/s1600/stoerbabyboyshoes_1___93148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr9X2GrNBEFZIA6hcIjLu55hdSyGUEDxH0gpLGfozPANcS_bEshyphenhyphenrsh6_DF7Bk1DxVqFSJIVWPJ5BS55e3pwU5ssCnusbvxIBj05_veNitSSPpY8OFc_Dec4Csev0mYs8w8ap/s320/stoerbabyboyshoes_1___93148.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Lief! Stoer Brand. Comel kot.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Everything is ok, the boots are still in stock and payment for
the Dutch flown boots are about to be made. But Angie from <a href="http://www.mybabypitstop.com/" target="_blank">mybabypitsto</a>p, the online store
owner called me personally, and asked me if I’m a muslim.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of course, I told her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So she told me, she’s not selling the boots to me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<br />
……………</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“because the boot has pig-skin lining”.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Siapa kata..China(wo)man
pikir untung saja? Angie could have just sold the boots, and our family wouldn’t have
known et all, but thinking that it would somehow detriment our belief in any way, Angie
did not. She could have made her sale that day, but she did not. She respects our belief despite 'its all business'.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
[Although she offered me different shoes afterwards, I didn’t
buy. Picky BUT easygoing mother. But Amy’s still cool about me not buying
anything]</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Wingdings;"></span> Honest business people. Just like the Prophetic
tradition.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-8570924320696237802011-12-13T14:51:00.001+08:002011-12-14T11:11:52.602+08:00wear 'em<div style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">Probably
I should not.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">But
I always cringe to people who wear 'their sins' on their skin, like a scarlet
letter. Negative energies, (which I find it hard to control),should stay within
oneself. Unless you let it out, it won’t go a-bombing. That is why I love to
see people wearing their wedding band, it signifies family, bond and love. It’s
a whole lot different matter if you see people with self-inflicted scar ‘down
with capitalism’. (Please, no hate mails).
It just goes on to show differences, hate and, negativity. But most of
the time I just put a sock in my mouth, to avoid any nasty exchange of ideologies.
(Well, there’s various ways to channel your frustration. Wearing ‘em is not-
IMHO).</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">That's
why when I pointed to my opponent's left arm, with a tattoo inscribing a date –
I assumed it was dated for a happy, joyous moment in his life. “Wedding huh?”
ice breaker my foot.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TOrGcfyT74U82rVh1m-M0M4CYCJWtPuyvGDjeeDy0oGryI6k_g3pW5_qXqdyO0TUioxiruuwEPiWS16vQKubS3gYhWHPnjMupPydvBm2eZUx8hTfjaHNMWKqfeQefJeg18qC/s1600/MrFoxMTX_468x281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TOrGcfyT74U82rVh1m-M0M4CYCJWtPuyvGDjeeDy0oGryI6k_g3pW5_qXqdyO0TUioxiruuwEPiWS16vQKubS3gYhWHPnjMupPydvBm2eZUx8hTfjaHNMWKqfeQefJeg18qC/s320/MrFoxMTX_468x281.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">gambar adalah hiasan. Google of course.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">He
said, “No, it’s the worst day of my life”.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">I
should keep my trap shut but instead there goes Afzanic blurting “why would you
want to be reminded of something that makes you sad?”.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">Okay
preachy me.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">He
simply retorted with a kind voice “so that it can remind me that I wouldn’t be that monster anymore”.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">“You
see, before that date, I couldn’t even talk to anyone without raising hell”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">Here
I am. Hot in court. With a 6 footer opponent with yakuza tattoos and I’m poking
into his personal life. But still he told me he got himself and his family into
so many trouble because of his ways. He sought fulfillment through quick, wrong
ways. And the tattoo-ed date was the end of his evil ways. He didn’t tell me
what happened on that fateful day, but I guess it made him whoever he is today.
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">To
tell you the truth, he had been a wonderful opponent (which is quite rare,
coming from the legal field). Soft spoken and always cooperative.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">I
guess I could make amend with modern day scarlet letter wearers. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">Just
that it’s not for me.</span></div>amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-79545797965727737182011-10-18T11:34:00.000+08:002011-10-18T11:34:19.675+08:00one jealous boy<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Our daily ritual after Maghrib consist of him playing and I will be subdued from the day’s work with
a book in hand. So for 15 minutes, it was suppose to be an easy affair; him with the toys, I with the books. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Now not anymore.</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The boy gets jealous of the book(s) and will attempt to
snatch it away, crying, and will try to nestle his head onto mine so I will
stop reading the book. He glued
his button nose to my mouth, disabling any contact whatsoever with the poor
book while his stumpy hand tears away the book from me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>So read the book to him you say.</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But try reading 1941 to him, and try sounding silly when you
read part of Blitzkrieg to the little boy, who will look to you longingly, like
a lost love regained.<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Sungguh tidak kena.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Before he snatches the book and kick it out of sight (anyway). </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So I stopped doing that. I will have to surrender and put down the book, completely stop reading the book.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And after did I stop, he will run back to his toys and
continue to play out of his toy box, <u>completely ignoring</u> the mother. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Until I reach for the book, and up the tantrum circle. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This had been going on
for about a week now and I have not been able to read (except when he is fast
asleep, which by then, I will be too sleepy to do anything too)</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Hanzalah 7 – Ibu 0. </b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0vFp-m3cRW9NjkYBco3EF2j-ZfRGONqdSiuCSbwUyyn5py9mkcQXd1pkgXmZEG9XnU1X_LiyJFU3pgLvUdiDxPLOFRyG7xhU2EkM80BdZGCbx4VOoY-ELPo8tW8nF7qsgcVX/s1600/Picture+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0vFp-m3cRW9NjkYBco3EF2j-ZfRGONqdSiuCSbwUyyn5py9mkcQXd1pkgXmZEG9XnU1X_LiyJFU3pgLvUdiDxPLOFRyG7xhU2EkM80BdZGCbx4VOoY-ELPo8tW8nF7qsgcVX/s200/Picture+103.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
<i>‘Ibu cannot read book. Ibu must not look at something else.
Ibu must look adoringly ONLY to me</i>’ the jealous-of-the-book boy say, triumphant
from his daily conquer of the Mother. </div>amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-18913871558072733182011-10-11T09:45:00.002+08:002011-10-11T09:45:23.902+08:00micro cuts <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqC4gx2pC2bnTp8jNLkglJppBL9fbzO9qCB5EZhdHJdveyQKhDJGPuxAQtVUdnr7DhAqvmRDjlW-fpJARJ9TFFLdwYiID5zqPMJxrhxH363-NIqk2Tx7bQ-NqDKJDlc5Fr9u4q/s1600/X-Rite-Gretag%252520Macbeth%252520Mini%252520White%252520Balance%252520Chart.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqC4gx2pC2bnTp8jNLkglJppBL9fbzO9qCB5EZhdHJdveyQKhDJGPuxAQtVUdnr7DhAqvmRDjlW-fpJARJ9TFFLdwYiID5zqPMJxrhxH363-NIqk2Tx7bQ-NqDKJDlc5Fr9u4q/s400/X-Rite-Gretag%252520Macbeth%252520Mini%252520White%252520Balance%252520Chart.gif" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just because you can't see it, it does not mean it's not there.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-34131592824850417122011-10-06T09:00:00.000+08:002011-10-06T09:00:02.787+08:00life is not fair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX5GrRxbwJHAAkX-zLsORQTl7TViHVArsp1BPKjsXk5KbFAXsRIPOwBd0w2BTpFLe7XZbZJaCSYwWdkO5Yl43XJHNfCscJOxINGR88RFa5sZNMHWTtUDg1crY7-cgIYVcmWQKb/s1600/ivanka-trump-photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX5GrRxbwJHAAkX-zLsORQTl7TViHVArsp1BPKjsXk5KbFAXsRIPOwBd0w2BTpFLe7XZbZJaCSYwWdkO5Yl43XJHNfCscJOxINGR88RFa5sZNMHWTtUDg1crY7-cgIYVcmWQKb/s320/ivanka-trump-photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>just take a good look at ivanka.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
she's brilliant, a genius and has regal presence.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I think this is this the second time I posted on her.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Getting jittery on today's appeal. Oh God, don't let me look like a dork.</div>
amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-48770583828770819532011-09-23T17:55:00.003+08:002011-10-18T11:43:57.695+08:00HKA 1<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hanzalah. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dia yang kini bergigi 7,
merangkak laju berkuak lentang, dengan senyuman semanis madu, kini genap
setahun hari ini.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Setahun lepas, dalam dakapan ayah, ibu sedang bertarung
nyawa menyambutmu.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Kelahiran yang dinantikan, yang dipermudahkan dan diringankan
Allah, dengan seorang bayi lelaki seberat 3 kilo dan panjang 54 sm. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dan kami namakan dia Hanzalah, sempena nama seorang panglima
dan sahabat nabi.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nama yang kami angan-angankan untuk anak pertama kami sejak
mula bertemu.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Peribadi ringkas yang berani, dan dia yang tegas memilih antara dua cinta. Dia
yang merasakan tertipu dengan dirinya sampaikan dikatakan dirinya munafik,
walhal dirinya pantas merasa insaf dan dekat dengan TuhanNya. Itulah dia,
Hanzalah ibnu Ar Rabi r.a </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dan harapan kami buat Hanzalah ibnu Khalis Amali, semoga
terus menjadi seorang yang soleh dan ikhlas. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Semoga hatinya cepat menyerap kebaikan dan kebenaran. InshaAllah.
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Semoga dijauhkan dari sifat dengki, bisikan syaitan, perkara
yang buruk dan perbuatan jahat manusia. Nauzubillah.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Setiap anak itu dilahirkan dalam fitrahnya sesuci kain
putih.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Semoga Allah membimbing Ayah dan Ibu selalu dalam
mencorakkan peribadi muslim kepada dirimu wahai anakku. Ameen.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5DgfxBfb2GBDuI11FAHVLMJjBys720mmCQxeOWmDkfANa5SUjZF6lbkJOyzgjJNTyQF-__eWgo9OCIO60xS3E4yUCKIm6YZI7rWMgJWIrsZ5HVXqw9WBeYtmLVx6TXLrFRa4/s1600/293676_214842878579046_100001600071552_637782_1401259494_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5DgfxBfb2GBDuI11FAHVLMJjBys720mmCQxeOWmDkfANa5SUjZF6lbkJOyzgjJNTyQF-__eWgo9OCIO60xS3E4yUCKIm6YZI7rWMgJWIrsZ5HVXqw9WBeYtmLVx6TXLrFRa4/s320/293676_214842878579046_100001600071552_637782_1401259494_n.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Selamat hari jadi, sayang.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sanah Helwah, Hanzalah habibi.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wahai belahan dedua ayah dan ibu. </div>
amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-81251180292411569612011-09-21T10:08:00.000+08:002011-10-18T11:43:57.706+08:00wordless wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPvEHjp-ix9JIyHGrH7_S-3ITG9VnjjDuh1cJb_4APu0lZak2zzZe8YGVGBBu-9PZxErtborm-y5-MCheJVuU8zUPJwZSTCvB5J1P4ZKkRPLG2HAZoE_Pl-RsZ1xfSFQJQ8j1c/s1600/310986_214807801915887_100001600071552_637579_818973556_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPvEHjp-ix9JIyHGrH7_S-3ITG9VnjjDuh1cJb_4APu0lZak2zzZe8YGVGBBu-9PZxErtborm-y5-MCheJVuU8zUPJwZSTCvB5J1P4ZKkRPLG2HAZoE_Pl-RsZ1xfSFQJQ8j1c/s400/310986_214807801915887_100001600071552_637579_818973556_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
:) </div>
amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-14484336437041887772011-09-20T15:50:00.000+08:002011-09-20T15:52:36.431+08:00without fear or favour<em>“Islam is the only religion that retains its weltanschauung; nonetheless I wouldn’t like to live in an islamic state.”</em><br />
<br />
<br />
I remember having this conversation, feeling the awkward fusion of both defensive and combative. He was the only son to a wealthy Indian family, who read both medicine and law (locally and in the UK), and had almost be deserted by the family when he married a French alien. Surely his view, at least as Malaysian, mattered. He was no longer professing any belief. So it did not matter to me if his opinion on religion may be discounted by ungodly sentiment, I was not going to impose him my belief, and he wasn’t forcing me accept his independent view whatsoever.<br />
<br />
Otherwise I would have lectured him the peaceful tenets of our religion, as the achievement of an Islamic state (perfectly. That state bordering India need not apply) would make him and other Malaysians happy contented citizens. <br />
<br />
But the real problem rests within the scope of understanding the religion by Muslims themselves. Oft they see themselves as untouchables. And even more so the ones with religious knowledge will use it to back up things to condone sinful things. One must always see that every step they take has consequences. And Allah knows everything.<br />
<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
Besides, religiously, if you ask me, nowadays it can longer can be restricted in academic discussion but has more political effect. To his echoing statement, I remember looking at his wizened gaze and told him “I understand”. </div>
<br />
Word of caution: I do not accept what he said, but I merely understand.<br />
I understand his fear. <br />
Fear of the unknown. Things that he had not understood. Things that he could see as a threat. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3MVRrj96BS4l902dtgGQ-4431BiXZkj94ugtAT51RxH9TMaM3OsCGPZUJmNLvNiXpG_zZXbItIqx1cE5MSJnPAe-ANE0vZNjWsAcKGKgWzu1d9-vhHwH3Imy37gq9KLdz5Md/s1600/dsc_0172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3MVRrj96BS4l902dtgGQ-4431BiXZkj94ugtAT51RxH9TMaM3OsCGPZUJmNLvNiXpG_zZXbItIqx1cE5MSJnPAe-ANE0vZNjWsAcKGKgWzu1d9-vhHwH3Imy37gq9KLdz5Md/s320/dsc_0172.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<br /></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
I remember walking down the streets of Prague, Czechoslovakia as a university student, I was busy (attempting to) sketch moleskin's of buildings and snapping my life away with the camera on the loop. I didn’t realise I had entered into a discreet synagogue when suddenly a man wanted to snatch the camera away and had began to chase me , shouting, with several other men. Surely I can relate of not calling such place as home.</div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<br /></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
But if anyone, not asking the Rabbi, any reasonable man, had told me off, that it was a zoned-out aucshtung do not enter religious process is taking place, I wouldn’t have wandered far and will not fear for life. Heck, I didn’t even realise it was a synagogue in the first place!</div>
<br />
Don’t think any real practicing Jew would want me to feel that way.<br />
Vice versa, but how come they see a 20 year old female as a threat?<br />
<br />
It all has to do with politics. How the worldview has shaped who is dangerous, what to fear, who to hate. I remember a friend of mine (Muslim Malaysian female) who studied at Harvard who had came unprepared for a Halloween party. She was donning the usual scarf and blouse and a backpack. So when she was asked who she might be for Halloween costume, she jokingly said “a suicide bomber”. Later she related the story to me, I was surprise not many could see it a joke.<br />
<br />
This is not merely asking you or anyone else to sell your belief out to others just so we all can live happily ever after. You see, living happily ever after, is an ongoing process. When no compromise can be measured with so many differences, can we atleast acknowledge it and accept that the differences are what we are? But we shall not use our upperhand (who says we have it anyway?) to suppress it. It looks ugly.<br />
<br />
Like how ugly France looks (at least to me lah) when the Jumuah are banned from praying on the streets. Demographically, the influx of melting pots to France rests no wonder that Muslims community are quite large, but sadly, they are not respected. Their rights to profess and practice Islam beautifully and peacefully is denied. If you have Muslim French friends, ask them how they feel, and I’m sure they wished for a more acceptable authority. <br />
<br />
Islam is a religion of peace.<br />
<br />
Peaceful as it should be you could be rest assured that you can let guards down in the protection of Allah, when it comes with dealing with other beliefs. It is not by being forceful or overzealous or over righteousness can Islam be reflected beautifully on others, but through gentle, hikmah and wisdom. <br />
<br />
Just like how the Prophet (sallahu alahi wasalam) did.amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-73451485680979479692011-09-14T18:00:00.000+08:002011-10-11T09:46:45.581+08:00tasmanian mountains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HF3JJwReoNJ6f_3b5DmIyoBzIHfhv1ojHvn8d8qNT6vrTvYZcpsuOGAYhNDHWxxbyY9mKSthRgbDlXj9eFC-TZ9dkOTqL6wuLoaBDaKWAhXMag9v_vYiQLlYJPocYXD20_iA/s1600/156738_467320827863_720017863_5823229_7173663_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HF3JJwReoNJ6f_3b5DmIyoBzIHfhv1ojHvn8d8qNT6vrTvYZcpsuOGAYhNDHWxxbyY9mKSthRgbDlXj9eFC-TZ9dkOTqL6wuLoaBDaKWAhXMag9v_vYiQLlYJPocYXD20_iA/s320/156738_467320827863_720017863_5823229_7173663_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div align="center">
how I wish I could stay and never return.</div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
Oh his next hols is so faraway :-(</div>
amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-33492952279308489322011-09-06T11:33:00.000+08:002011-09-06T11:36:28.429+08:00angels on my right and wrong.<br />
I have (only) one (thank God) elder brother.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2Cw9zJoqoNvdLrwOeRydCwDN8BfvtqrXUb53KHyTvBko3x9qhp7pboZLGciz-6nfx07gL0JvURve3Wz8URswZBFW6_MtpRt7YkIxSIUjNjx5SOVirUEYivSakczHD1IcixAM/s1600/22044_284733437863_720017863_3536469_2447926_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2Cw9zJoqoNvdLrwOeRydCwDN8BfvtqrXUb53KHyTvBko3x9qhp7pboZLGciz-6nfx07gL0JvURve3Wz8URswZBFW6_MtpRt7YkIxSIUjNjx5SOVirUEYivSakczHD1IcixAM/s200/22044_284733437863_720017863_3536469_2447926_n.jpg" width="135" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He who had set the tone of the household with his comical and/or annoying gimmicks, the rebel who have an ACCA under his belt just for the sake of why not? The mathematician and music maverick whom I can not be, no matter how hard I tried, these two disciplines remains as his personal forte. Apart from that, both of us share the same insight for arts and philosophy, and will not fight about literature and politics. The good son, the beloved lazy bum who intentionally get lost during travel just to explore the unfamiliar and sudden beauties of the travel, who truly adores our mother and my child. Will soon be getting married to a wonderful lady.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have a twin sister.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQORKeUQJFUrrwBiZmm08sQcboI5PhUoZDxb-PsRX176nDsrUpYbtlqsMA4rSTxU-qXIvGeAtWdezBXQ8nY58c0f3iyvKGfMizNeUXyZQywxnkyabmiRkSSUOvON_ZfK3WzhO/s1600/22044_284733587863_720017863_3536486_614060_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="200" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQORKeUQJFUrrwBiZmm08sQcboI5PhUoZDxb-PsRX176nDsrUpYbtlqsMA4rSTxU-qXIvGeAtWdezBXQ8nY58c0f3iyvKGfMizNeUXyZQywxnkyabmiRkSSUOvON_ZfK3WzhO/s200/22044_284733587863_720017863_3536486_614060_n.jpg" width="133" /></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">Who seems to be living out my dream. Who knows exactly how I feel and still will give me a tight slap about it nonetheless. She’s an army officer, a doctor, a nomad vagabond, a paratrooper, a skydiver, etc etc. Who is always surrounded by equally crazy friends who would always have plans to do something, somewhere, with her. She’s volatile, funny and the custodian of my deepest secrets. She who gives and gives and gives and gives and expects nothing in return. A passionate doctor who squabbles when one ask for a free mc, but understands anyway that a human need is not justifiable only on paper, and a medical encyclopedia who know nuts about football or where Tanjung Karang is(but will go to cluelessly, just for the sake of why not). </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">My two siblings, my two (why nots?) 6th September brother and sister.</span></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Zainal and Zakiah.</span></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<br /></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Happy birthday. </span></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lucky to have both of you, right and wrong, me stuck in the middle.</span></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Without you, I can not be who I am now.</span></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Thank you.</span></div>
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAFck-XHapgjw2DTUnMqVc1U2GuUUc8dg7hyA6aX0WlkqQJiKl5MOy0x0vI5j-q_YmfI0FJtWIBsIoHfQuF8ztlqoWbi4FumPGpsDBDZzTLI3kpH35ebIaRVRXEblg82k9NUw/s320/22044_284706952863_720017863_3536352_1200799_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="213" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">all pictures taken during their visit to Manipal. :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAFck-XHapgjw2DTUnMqVc1U2GuUUc8dg7hyA6aX0WlkqQJiKl5MOy0x0vI5j-q_YmfI0FJtWIBsIoHfQuF8ztlqoWbi4FumPGpsDBDZzTLI3kpH35ebIaRVRXEblg82k9NUw/s1600/22044_284706952863_720017863_3536352_1200799_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></a></div>
amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-91602304055783747502011-09-05T10:28:00.000+08:002011-10-18T11:43:57.717+08:00cabang-cabang cinta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRbceZPNRxEZ4WI8Oj0Cgv0vcw0QSigQxP-X3jyaT6xXqrftPp5CEBnRgUuTuphT8VM9J8OLt7AAaXz4qWYM7DpZmX_m6Lx0EIzlVAZt53nIgchWKdfe4jSAOndai0K7ye9JN/s1600/311746_2397131046566_1199674077_2987235_5517965_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRbceZPNRxEZ4WI8Oj0Cgv0vcw0QSigQxP-X3jyaT6xXqrftPp5CEBnRgUuTuphT8VM9J8OLt7AAaXz4qWYM7DpZmX_m6Lx0EIzlVAZt53nIgchWKdfe4jSAOndai0K7ye9JN/s320/311746_2397131046566_1199674077_2987235_5517965_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Abg Romi and his beautiful family (Nur, after so long, baru dapat jumpa!) came to our humble abode. Love begets love. That's what I learn from the short but sweet visit. He wrote about our pride n' joy <a href="http://superlx5.wordpress.com/2011/09/05/hanzo-dan-dunianya/">here.</a><br />
<br />
Kekuatan dan ketabahan hati <a href="http://www.mawarnafastari.blogspot.com/">Nur</a> dapat dirasai. Sejuk hati memandang Nada dan Marwa. Semoga menjadi anak soleh yang mendoakan ayah dan umi, ya? amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-8929300463000203062011-08-19T09:48:00.001+08:002011-08-19T09:50:30.333+08:0019 hari<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Masuk minggu ketiga puasa, berat badan saya susut hampir 2kg. Berpuasa sambil menyusukan anak memang sangat-sangat mencabar. Tiba waktu petang, kepala saya terasa kosong, seakan-akan diisi angin dan tekak menjadi sangat kering. Seolah-olah ini kali pertama saya belajar berpuasa. Very draining.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pengalaman puasa saya bermula semasa saya berumur 7 tahun. Saya tak pasti bagaimana saya boleh berpuasa penuh, yang nyata tiada metod khusus yang diajar oleh mak abah.Tidak pernah juga kami digula-gulakan dengan juadah iftar, cuma seingat saya, mak abah ‘mengajak’ kami berpuasa. Diajak bangun sahur. Tak nak bangun, sudah.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tapi mengingatkan ketika itu saya yang masih kecil, agak lucu apabali pemandu kami yang baik hati, Auntie Gan sering merasa kesian kepada kami adik beradik, terutama saya dan Zakiah yang masih kecil dan selalu berhenti di gerai minuman tebu untuk membelikan air. Katanya ‘jangan risau, auntie dah Tanya semua orang. Budak-budak tak payah puasa maa. Kesian lu orang, nah auntie belanja”. Tapi seakan-akan sudah berjanji pada mak,air tebu yang sejuk tu hanya dipegang, direnung dan tiba dirumah, air disimpan terus dalam peti sejuk. (Ada jugak 2-3 kali saya jenguk air tebu, nak make sure isinya tak berkurangan) hehe.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Dengan Auntie Gan juga saya belajar untuk bermain dengan anjing. Saya nak sangat betulkan persepsi Melayu presumed to be Muslim kat Malaysia ni, menyayangi anjing <em>bukan</em> sama dengan menghina Nabi-tajuk Majalah Mestika yang agak tolol. Main, dan basuh dengan tanah. Tak susah. Islam tak susah. )</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tapi kali pertama saya dikenalkan dengan ibadah puasa, sebenarnya semasa saya di Tadika Husna, taski kelolaan Jim Petaling (yang menemukan saya dengan Aliza dan anak tuan punya tadika, Maryam Aizuddin yang seringkali dibuli sebab saiznya yang kiutmiut. Hahaha jahat.). Pun masa tu kami tidak diajar puasa dengan paksaan, Cuma dijanjikan manis syurga. Percayalah, ceritakan keindahan syurga pada kanak-kanak, memang berkesan. Akan saya praktikkan pada Hanzalah, insyaAllah.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">p.s : perasan tak, waktu puasa ni, ramai betul kaum adam yang tiba-tiba menjadi sungguh ‘fatherly’? keluar dari McDonalds’ dengan Happy Meal berbondong-bondong, waktu lunch hour. Wow. Muda-muda pun dah ada 3-4 anak. Bukan seorang, tapi satu waktu tu ada 5-6 orang lelaki Melayu presumed to be Muslims yang buat macam tu. </span>amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-20204025725170343182011-08-14T22:27:00.003+08:002011-08-14T22:34:00.442+08:00satanic steps<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After two weeks of Ramadhan (or 28 years, 4 months and 23 days to be exact) I finally concede that evil can outsmart us in the most spectacular ways, so subtle you will not realise that it was wrong at the first instance.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bit by bit, it whispers the things you're almost familiar with, never would it startle you with something that you're not comfortable with.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until it snowballs into something bigger and you're in so much mess when you realise you shouldn't have started it. But by then, it's already almost, too late.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like an addiction. If you ask the hardcore drug hippies, they'll tell you the same thing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alcohols. Prostitution. Telling lies. Crimes. Zoning out of Allah's mercy.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It all started with a simple 'alah, sikit je ni- takde pape pun ni..'</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How it can be disguised even after full prayers, full hijab and clean intentions.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember how easy it was for satan to entice numbers of 'Abids, just when they started to think 'I can always repent later?, for Allah is Merciful"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like a game of chess, but how many pawns do you have to sacrifice in losing the battle for you to win the war?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now I know better.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be sure to make your move, <i>your </i>move.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;">Hassan Al-Basri (radiyAllahu' anh) identified 6 ways that the heart can become corrupted:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;">1} Committing sins in the hope of repenting,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;">2} Seeking knowledge and not applying it,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;">3} Practice without sincerity,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;">4} Eating the sustenance of Allah without appreciating Him,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;">5} Not being pleased with the decree of Allah, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;">6} Burying the dead without learning from them.</span></span></blockquote>amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-44176930232036125702011-08-10T20:49:00.002+08:002011-08-10T20:51:10.360+08:00cause and effect<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In my fifth year of legal practice, I noticed somehow everything I encounter is translated to Legal semantics, cause and effect, almost mathematically, always automatically. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like when I'm reminded to recent personal event, I would start listing all the Latin maxims:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Persona non grata. Damnatio memoriae .</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">E</span>x turpi causa non oritur actio</i> which I loosely translate it as niat tidak menghalalkan cara. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like how I see the recent London riots had nothing to do with the effectual incident (as you might already see, pro BN fanbois are suddenly posting youtubes on the aftermath of the riot, and heh aren't they all quite happy to see the bashing of our student?), but rather I see it as a working class uprising.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stop- before any of you fanbois say 'that's why we need to curb these demonstrations, its not safe etc etc'.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What you don't see is, the cause of the riot.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For a nation that respects the rule of law, it still has a wide disparity of social classes, and this alone can never guarantee permanent peace. It's an ongoing process which needs to be checked and re-checked. Always. But not in Malaysia, IMHO rule of law only exist in the scribbles of my legal notes while I was studying Constitution.And think these people would rather wait until the gap between the rich and the poor becomes as wide as heaven, than to correct it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sigh. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway I wish I can be objective in (subconsciously) automated legal thinking while working too. Or when I really need to.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now my brain plays dead on me while I frantically searching for cases to be referred for next Monday's submission. Even with Lexis, everything seems to be AWOL. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause: rollercoaster emotions, and a huge wave of love for my men~ Khalis n Hanz.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Effect: neverending daydreaming. Haiyohhhh I need to get back to my subs la wey!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alhamdulillah ya Allah for my family.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-87158847419348347402011-08-01T16:16:00.004+08:002011-10-18T11:43:57.712+08:001 ramadhan<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brought Little Leif for his first Tarawikh experience.<br />
<br />
Suffice to say, I think everyone at the last row would remember (while praying) a little boy crawling across the hall as fast as he could away from the defocused mother. Haih. I could almost hear some trying not to giggle.<br />
<br />
I even left before the Tarawikh started, after successfully chasing and yanking the </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">babbling </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">baby from meddling with other people's sejadah. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He was trying to match the Imam's prayers. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And the score is: Hanzalah 1- Ibu 0.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hanzo, you're so grounded</span>.</strong> <br />
<br />
:)<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
Missing the funny Leif now, starting this month he's stationed with a new nanny- no more nanny Macu who's heading back to campus life. Thank you Macu and ayacik for your care :')<br />
<br />
<br />
Ramadhan Mubarak! May we attain the pleasure of seeking of His pleasure in this holy month :)</span>amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-84718198657911438552011-07-11T11:40:00.000+08:002011-07-11T11:40:41.485+08:00Still hating Mondays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCt2_EyLFk0ICS522lDsEDbXBA7pX0COnEUedekM7RQrZL8t39jNyI_w_RXQ1wqrR6wbbVkGbchVEAnOMlVOr4q-lG7dTnzGzFijQFANQ1FbC4iMXNGevb3fwIGPCrxoOwRpu7/s1600/ak60006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCt2_EyLFk0ICS522lDsEDbXBA7pX0COnEUedekM7RQrZL8t39jNyI_w_RXQ1wqrR6wbbVkGbchVEAnOMlVOr4q-lG7dTnzGzFijQFANQ1FbC4iMXNGevb3fwIGPCrxoOwRpu7/s320/ak60006.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>2 years ago.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Why I love Digi. (family post paid)</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Wife:</b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>eh bill bulan lepas dah dapat tau</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hubster:</b> alamak. Mungkin bill bulan ni ter-banyak sikit. Abang call mak abah banyak.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Wife:</b> ala, mak abah abang <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">kan</st1:place></st1:state> Bil melambung pun tak pe. Yang tak bolehnya awek.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hubster</b>: dengan awek abang, calls <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">kan</st1:place></st1:state> free</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Air-cond</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">while travelling back to Ipoh, banyak betul iklan Air Cond.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Wife:</b> do you know, the correct translation of aircon is <i>pendingin hawa</i>, not penghawa dingin?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hubster</b>: hm. sebab perempuan (hawa) memang cold kot?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Arundhati Roy (God Of Small Things)</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hubster:</b> Nah, I’m done with this book</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Wife:</b> How is it? Do you like it?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hubster</b>: Maybe you could tell me. Abang tak faham.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Wife:</b> eh how could you go on and on finishing the book without understanding it?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hubster: </b>that’s just like loving a woman.</span></div>amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-76727107369776253882011-06-26T16:09:00.000+08:002011-10-18T11:43:57.701+08:00about breastfeedingThis is my opinion about breastfeeding (sorry, this is not a post where I tell you what brand I use for the breastpumps,how I stow it in the freezer, what freezer I use, with pictures etc etc). <br />
<br />
1. Break the Market. Please.<br />
Google-lically speaking, there are one or two prevalent brands of breastpumps that really helps breastfeeding. Its too bad no more marketing brains are trying to break this monopoly, as breastpumps are unnecessarily expensive. Some say its an investment, long term savings instead of buying tins of formula milk. But when you ask working mothers with a monthly household income of RM2000, the lowest range of pump are priced at RM700, they'll say "breastfeeding is for the rich, because we can't afford the breastpump, the freezer, the ebm storage and whatnots". And you said breasfeeding is au naturel. It should be. But it doesn't help when the ones that really encourages milk production are pricey.<br />
<br />
You know what I think: I think this is all is a marketing scam. My friend, who is a specialist doctor, who has to work 8-12 hours a day, sometimes for 48 hours when she's on call, managed to breastfed her daughter until the kid is almost 2. And yet she used only Manual Hand Breastpump. There you go. All you need is your own determination. Don't fall in the trap of the marketing bubble.<br />
<br />
2. Alienation. <br />
And to those mothers who do not breastfeed, don't feel bad. I'm sure you have your own reasons why. If breastfeeding mothers/relatives/friends pressure you, just shoo them away. They know nuts about you and you kid. There's nothing honourable in them being able to breastfeed, just to belittle others who don't.<br />
<br />
If they tell you that you're still fat because you don't breastfeed, tell them its vice versa, without exercise the babyfats are still going to be there to stay. Haha!amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36943513.post-34531061320950919532011-06-21T17:48:00.002+08:002011-06-21T17:48:59.354+08:00love, unconditional<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At first, he was adamant not to pay for his sister’s bail.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a school teacher, he felt the amount of RM3,000.00 was too much for a man like him to fork out just to let his sister out from the prison, a repeat drug offender, nonetheless her first time in jail.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When our eyes met, he told me maybe its best for her, to stay in jail this one time, for her to learn her lesson, this time. It wasn’t easy for him to care for her sister’s daughter, and he had his own share of mouths to feed. And it wasn’t easy to fend his sister’s addiction, he was tired of his own hope that maybe she’ll change.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I accompanied the family out of the prison, the client told me her next trial date is fixed on 1<sup>st</sup> July. Teary eyed, her brother told her he simply cannot afford to pay for her. She cried. Her 6 year old daughter, cried without any sound.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just today I received a call from the brother. He told me, he’ll find a way to pay.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I asked him what made him change his mind, he related to me the same day we went to prison, the daughter, with her grubby hands brought to him the calendar and showed to him “Mummy out from prison, 1 July is <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Friday, paklong”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That was more than enough reason. When he felt a child missing her own mother.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love, unconditional. A child's love.</span></div>amicus curiaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13837172437580403400noreply@blogger.com1