"Ask and its given..."

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Tribute to 2013 Malaysian Election

As a Malaysian.
I had never voted.
I have never hated any parties.
I have never been too PRO about a party.
Nor have I been too CON against a party also.
I like Nik Aziz as a well-learned-very-humble old man.
I hate the st*pid and shallow gigs everyone is doing to win the election.
-: that includes:

  • BN Gong Xi Fa Chai concert in Penang the other day, (Eventho if PSY was really 'sponsored'; the money could've been 'sponsored' to something more beneficial to the country).
  • The Holier Than Thou propaganda. Using everything under the name of "religion". You are kafir He is kafir They are Kafir .Stop using the name of religion for your own benefit please. You are tarnishing the name of something very pure. And stop using foul words with your turban on. 
  • them ugly-sizing my beautiful state with flags and posters. That's so zaman tok kadok okay.

Now that I can, I think I will vote. But ONLY if the next leader is as GREAT as :

  Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad

Put aside the negative remarks and accusations. See how he had lead Malaysia and (you cant deny) the Muslim World. Take a look and compare.

He might be a bad person to some but as a leader of a country and a spokesperson for the (not-just) Islamic country leaders ( well, from my point of view; he's the only one left after Saddam Hussein passed on; I loved Saddam Hussein too :'P)

To me he is a genius. HE was trying to make a change.

I love him to bits. :*

And he was the best Prime Minister I have ever experienced leading this country so far.

Thank you Dr.Mahathir.


P/S: He does not need to be from BN nor PAS. Just a good leader will do. And I love leaders...arrr... bahaha..k bye,,

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

the World is not enough...

Have you ever wondered to yourself, what have you done to get the good things in life? I mean like to me, I recently asked myself like "what DID I do till I'm so loved like this..?".  heeheeheehee...*perasan* ..just kidding..

Please dear readers..(if there're even any)... this is not a form of bragging.. Alhamdulillah.. I really appreciate these blessings and as greedy as I can be I'd also like to have them coming more frequently..

But sometimes (seriously), when I get something so precious, i feel shy receiving it.. really.. coz i dont think  i deserve it .. (but in the end i do accept them anyways.. ) but sometimes I do feel that I havent done enough to receive the blessings that was given to me. Alhamdulillah :_)..

Frankly, I'm not the best muslim nor am I the best daughter that I could be to my parents, what more a good human being. I know myself and you do not need to be two faced with me. I'm the one LIVING my body. the reason why I said that is because sometimes, some people just say things to make me feel better but that actually means; YOU DONT KNOW ME AT ALL!!

There are times when I'm even shy and gets so embarrassed to say "Thank you, God".. because all I do is receiving.. What to give back, I dont know. Everything seemed so little to compare to what I've gotten.

If I say Alhamdulillah 1 million times also it wouldnt be good enough... (coz along the way..maybe by time I reach the 12th time saying "Alhamdulillah" , my mind will wonder elsewhere already... THAT is why friends, as we dzikr, quantity is not whats important.. but quality is..)


I want to be better... and its not even hard.. but the will of not arguing with people is... the will of stopping to gossip around is.. actually its not hard,.. but I choose to keep on doing it.. :( .. That's why I feel bad.. And those are just minor stuff that I've done no-good (Aww, cho-cho) what about other things? Well, I dont (have not? dear God,please make it a "never") do MAJOR bad things, but sometimes small things do matter eventually when you accumulate, right?

But for now...

Alhamdulillah, Thanks Lord for blessing me much more than I deserve.

Friday, September 14, 2012

"Why We Shout In Anger"

A beauiful story shared by a KLite. :)
"Why We Shout In Anger"

A Hindu saint who was visiting river Ganges to take bath found a group of family members on the banks, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples smiled 'n asked.

'Why do people shout in anger shout at each other?'

Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout.'

'But, why should you shout when the other person is just next to you? You can as well tell him what you have to say in a soft manner.' asked the saint

Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the other disciples.
Finally the saint explained, .

'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other to cover that great distance.

What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is either nonexistent or very small...'

The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper 'n they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other 'n that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'

He looked at his disciples and said.

'So when you argue do not let your hearts get distant, Do not say words that distance each other more, Or else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.'

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Everyone has a secret, but can they keep it?

I have a secret... and I cant tell anyone... Okay fine , secrets are meant to be kept hidden from others.. But I really wanna share but I cant because if I do then the magic will be gone.... So I cant tell you the secret.... only thing that I can say is that; it makes me feel .......good better....... :) 

photo courtesy of j.

Aladdin - Out Of My League (Stephen Speaks)

:) .

Friday, August 31, 2012

Hi Jumaah Mubarakah to all..

Bumped into this when I was browsing through my friend's tumblr :

We are so busy growing up that we forget our parents are growing old too

Whoever made this quote. I'd like to say thank you. It's been a good reminder to me. And its true you know. It got me thinking that things actually were so different 10 years ago than it is now. My parents were different back then than now of course---fashion wise..., hihi.. okay maybe I havent been that sensitive towards the change in my parents yet but I have realized that my grandmother has changed. A lot. Just within these few years.

I can see that she's getting old real fast.

My grandmother used to be the Queen. I used the word Queen just now not to say that she's laid back and she gets all the "dayang" to massage her, manicure, pedicure etc. Thats what Princesses (moi) do. :P . Just kidding.. The word "Queen" just now is to indicate that she is in control of herself and her surroundings. 

She was in control of her house. The kitchen was her sanctuary. Oh,She loves cooking! She used to cook all sorts of dishes in one day. With appetizers, course meals, desserts...and they're all sugary and full of fat....*yummm*.. And she has this routine you know, in the morning, she'll wake up, bring all the ingredients to cook for lunch out of the fridge, drink coffee + biscuits (her 1st breakfast), read quran, wash up, have her real breakfast at about 8.30 a.m while watching tv, prepare lunch, read quran and magazines and watch RTM1, by 12 lunch is ready but  we can only eat at 12.30/1 p.m, she drinks her tea, by 2.30 she'll watch telenovela on NTV7 (one telenovela has like bout 200 episodes..prrrggh), takes a nap for bout 30 mins, by 4-5 she'll open her closet and fold her baju. 6 oclock she'll read today's papers and play this chinese marble game. Maghrib, dinner, watch the news, watch TV, read quran, turn on radio and sleep.

That was her routine then. Now she has already forgotten alot. So, things have change a lot too. She doesn't seem to care about the changes, but I do. I feel sad. :( . Maybe because since young I was closest to her but when I was studying in Uni I was a bit away and now that I'm back and she's staying with me I get to see these changes happening in front of me and it really makes me realize how old she has become. 

Same goes with my gramma on my moms side too. When she lost her front tooth while eating, I literally cried. :__( . My youngest sister think that I overreacted but lets just ignore her shall we...
Nothing wrong from being old . But you understand me right?

 I love my gramma :*

Can everyone do me a favor and read surah AlFatihah for both my grandfathers who has passed away? And for my grand aunt too? And for my baby cousin Muhammad as well? Thank you.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAH.. I just heard my gramma screamed  "APA NI? MAKIN BANYAK JE HARI HARI!! " looooooooooooollllll - thats her complaining to my sister about the amount of medicine shes taking this morning. <3 .="." amount="amount" be.="be." but="but" can="can" drama="drama" everyday="everyday" everyone="everyone" house="house" how="how" in="in" its="its" know="know" my="my" p="p" queen="queen" same="same" the="the" you="you">

lots of love.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Sharing something I learned from my dad.

Okay, so I went for an open house last few days and there was this lady in front of me who was complaining the fact that no one had offered her "ikan kering". We were sat at the main table and apparently everyone there got the ikan kering except for her. And she was making such a big fuss over it till the host; who was sitting next to her went to go and ask for it from the waiter.

A few minutes later, the waiter came with a small plate full of ikan kering. And she was happy. I can say that she was (happy) because when the plate arrived on the table, she smiled with her teeth showing and said "at last, the ikan kering is finally here!". So she must be happy. And yes she was...until she started eating it.

The first thing that came out from her mouth was her set of false teeth falling out to the plate...

Just kidding (but I really wished that had happened..  )

" Unnh...The fish was fried till its as hard as the stone, how do you expect us -she mentioned "US"- to eat it??" - and that was the first thing she said.

Maybe she's being frank and maybe you guys dont see it as a problem but if I was put to be in her shoes I dont think I'd say something like that.. because I know, if my mom was sitting next to me, I'll suddenly get a surprised-pinch at my thigh.......and  ofcourse, especially because what the lady did (in my opinion) was something very rude.

I mean, how would the host feel? Eventhough its something true, but dont you think its somewhat better for us to just keep it to ourselves? well at least if you still want to be frank, shouldnt we say it in a "not complaining" manner?

I felt bad for the host.... and of course, I wished I wasnt at the table that time.. It was awkward coz the host looked pretty embarrased but mashaAllah she still managed to give the lady a smile and an apology.. How nice.. :_)

Thank you Lord, for all the nagging I received by my parents in order to correct my manners. Although I have a little bit more manners issues to overcome myself, but with everyone's guidance, I hope I - we all would not make the same mistake as the makcik. Its really uncool to hurt people's feelings just because you dont get your own way. Be grateful. 

"MAKE DO!" - thats ALWAYS what my parents say to me whenever I told them I need a new mobile or a new keyboard for myself. Even when they KNOW my keyboard has one key off.. ( the last B flat key- my cat vomited at that spot somewhere around last year). So what I did was I asked a Mr.Miracle to fix it for me. (I call him Mr.Miracle coz he can fix almost all the antiques in my house.). Though it doesnt sound as it should but I just had to MAKE DO with it...

Talking about "make do-s". I remembered my first "make do" from my dad. At that time I was in Year 4 (age 10). My mom had this home decorating book and I saw (in one of the pages) a double decker with a study at the bottom and a bed on top. Now I had a double decker. What I did was, I made a project proposal to my dad to transform my double decker to THE super double decker I saw in the book. I convinced him this and that bla bla i need it to enhance my creativity bla bla.. I even prepared and spread out all the screw drivers I found in the toolbox right in front of him just to show to him that I was serious and so up for it.

Shortly after I explained everything, he asked me to sit next to him on our blue sofa (what ever happened to that chair?) and he then told me a story of himself when he was a child and what Sidi (my granpa) had said to him. The story was something similar to my story but I forgot what it was all about... At that time I was only interested in knowing the end of the story-which I know it'll be a disappointment to my proposal- and it was, but I remembered what Sidu told him. He said "Make do with whatever you have, you are lucky that you even own one of those (I think its a bicycle), some people could only dream to own what you have up til they die".

So the moral of the story is to be grateful and just make do with whatever I have.

And I miss you guys... :)

Actually I have like a thousand of draft posts for this blog but I kept on stopping half way.. sorry.. :)

Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir dan Batin..

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Raising up boys...

As usual, the other day, on the way back from the city, to kill time on the bus from staring at people, my friend and I would talk about one of our favorite topics: "Raising up children".

Background: I do not have brothers. I grew up playing with girls almost 90% of my life. My guys cousins lives far away from where I stayed, so the chance of us meeting would only be on Eid.

I said to him that I could handle girls. InsyaAllah, that wouldnt be a problem to me. My plan for raising up my children would be; if theyre girls, I'll just raise them up just as my parents raised me. But for boys, well I dont have experience with them. I can play with them true. Teach them a bit or two. But I'm scared that I wouldn't be able to understand them. Their thinking, their biological changes- theoretically I might know, but I think it'll be as much as my dad says he understands women going through their menses. Hmm.. He understand it fully but he doesnt experient it himself; therefore, he doesnt fully KNOW whats going on with us. - I think.

And so I told that friend of mine that if I were to have boys (insyaAllah), I'll just leave them to their father. I'll feed them right, clothe them, play with them, bring them to school but the rest i think I'll surrender to the papa.

But his advice opened up my mind...

"No.. You have to think like this, a working father would only have limited time with their children. The only times they may spend time together are during Subuh (max 2 hours before going to work), and from Maghrib till Isha'. The rest of the times the boys will be with you. If you rely on only your husband and let them be on their own, they'll have no guide. Whatmore whilst growing up. They need guidance. Educate them as much as you know. You dont need to know everything. "

Yeah... what was I thinking.. It is right, I dont NEED to know everything..They'll make me understand the things I dont, I'm sure. Just need to be patient. I could actually learn a lot from them.