Friday, December 31, 2010

Elimination.

I deleted some people from my FB account this morning and I sure do hope they don't get offended by it.  

I first started using FB when my bestfriend introduced it to me as the easiest way to get reconnected with our close friends from either college or school. True enough as I managed to find long lost friends from even during my primary years.  It was such an excitement and also became an instant addiction with me checking up on the details of my friends' everyday life and to top it off I nearly had 200 friends on my list and boy did it look good on the profile. 

However, now being in my third year,  I am down to only 80 friends!  The rest were deleted mainly because I feel there is no use in having all these friends if only a handful actually care to what I do or say.  And if they feel that I am of no relevance to them, what is the point of being in my friend's list. Now, now..don't think I am sulking or being a baby on this subject.  I don't expect them to retort to my status updates every single day because that would be like stalking me but once a while, do drop by to say "Hi.' or just simply click on the 'like' button anywhere you may please just as a sign that you have been around.  FB serves as a tool for communication and rekindling what was lost or disconnected, but when there is none of it, why should I have you there and just bring me to think of bad things??  So, you were deleted.  Not out of ill feelings though...just because I see that we are of no relevance! 

Then I have students and relatives and also in laws.  You know my number, you see me every day, sometimes you say hello, sometimes you don't, so do I need you in my FB? And by the ways, I don't think it is that good for these people to see the real me.  Yeah, at times we have had our heart broken and hurt by others, and during those times we seem to blurt it on FB in our own way.  And sometimes there is drama in our status which pisses just about anyone and there are even moments where you express your exhilaration for gaining something be it in the form of material or not and it may seem to others as being a show off.  So, I don't want these people to see the real me or to misunderstand me.. especially my students, where my rezeki comes from.  I really do need that private place where I can take my teacher, in law, cousin or granddaughter(not that my only grandma has an account) uniform off, where only certain people are able to appreciate me for being me and from the bottom of my heart, please don't be offended.  But then again, maybe I will open a new account solely for these people...

With the New Year already here, I have also spring cleaned my FB account.  It is now exclusively for FRIENDS.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

My New Year Resolution

1.  To become a better wife to Ahmad Hafiz, my tilam vono.
2.  To become a better mother who is patient and loving to her children.
3.  To become a better muslimah, in terms of prayers and conducts.
4.  To become a better friend, colleague, sister and daughter.
5.  To overcome my fondness for procrastinating
6.  To become less cynical in my outlook towards life and people 
7.  To watch what I say so it won't bite me back or others.
8.  To try as much as possible to seek forgiveness from those who I have wronged.

Come to think of it, I think it can be concluded in one sentence..TO BECOME A BETTER HUMAN BEING! 
Insya-allah..
God, give me our strength and patience to achieve this!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Does brand really matter?

I consider myself as a customer that any counter would want.  In simpler words, in the world of cosmetics, facial products or hair essentials, I am to die for.  The reason is simple, I am just a sucker for anything that claims to make my face or hair look good!

After I noticed that the SKII range has not been working well on my skin after being loyal to it for 4 years and a half and its miracle no longer working its magic on my dull skin, I decided to go for another brand in hope to invigorate and restore what is left of this lifeless skin.  The first thing that came across my mind was to try out the Kiehl's brand but it being available only in KL, I decided to let that thought go.  With dearest hubby far far away, I was desperate for something that I could get a hold on to should the product finish in the middle of the week.  I, for sure am not going to make a day trip to KL on my own, so the best thing that popped into my mind was either facial products from The Body Shop or The Face Shop easily ready at Mesra Mall Kerteh. The decision was made on the former only because it has been longer in the market as compared to the latter.

Truth to be told, the thought of The Body Shop..like The Body Shop as opposed to SKII..brr..was such an unnerving thought!  But hey, everything deserves the benefit of doubt and that led me to step my foot in the store.  The girl who attended to me knew my skin's every need and every problem, which became an instant attention grabber.  As she was also being extra sweet with manuka honey and rice crispies and cherries..loads of cherries on top, I succumbed to her suggestions.  

Okay..so what if it is The Body Shop! If its products weren't good in quality, I betcha it would not have survived this long..and by the ways Fida, do not forget your roots..you were once a user of its make-up range waaaaaaaaay back then in Edinburgh, remember!  And so, I gladly handed in my plastic cash being confident in this new range of skincare, mind you..it is of Japanese technology.. that is reputed to have remarkably satisfying results.  


Yeah, right..!  Now, after using it for 4 months, this is the result of my face!!!!


Can you see that big bologna of a pimple????? And this did not only happen recently but immediately after I started using the range.  I did come back to complaint but another of the advisor claimed that I may have applied too much causing an outbreak on my skin which at that time sounded logical enough.  Does my skin look any better...NOPE!  The reason to it is ....the sales advisor gave me the wrong ..yup...W.R.O.N.G selection of skincare for my combination skin!  Can you just believe that???  And who did this come from?  Another one of the shop product assistants.  Now, who is going to use up a whole new bottle of toner, 2 tubs of moisturizer only made suitable for people who have dry skin??? Who? 

So, does brand really matter?  I still have faith in The Body Shop product as I loooooooooooooove  its perfume range, but I haven't got anymore faith in the sales assistants/beauty advisor.  Sincerely, brand does not really make such an impact because it really depends on your face and how well it tolerates to certain ingredients in the product.  However, you really do need to get the correct ones in order for your face to become rejuvenated! 

The lesson that I have learnt is, aahhh...what lesson?  I am going back there tomorrow to get the Essence I toner that I should have been using instead of the Essence II that was suggested to me!  If everything goes well, expect a beauty post on it in the near future!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Boy oh boy..

Qayyum has always been a clingy one following me here and there and everywhere.  Back in yesteryears, before he was absorbed into the world of Dawn of Wars, he would call me every single minute should I not be at home just to check up on me.  And today, while I was in my bathroom washing one of my underthings, there he was again, looking at what I was doing in amusement.  But, the most amusing thing came from him!  Read this conversation, if you may.

Q:  Mum, why do you have to wear that?
M:  Just like why you have to wear your underpants.  
     To keep that certain thing in place. 
Q:  Oh.  How come at the shop you always ask for your size. 
      Is other people's different?
M:  Yes.  It depends on the size of one's boobies. 
      If you have a small one, then you buy a small one vice versa.
Q:  Oh..(unamused)
...30 seconds of silence..
Q:  Mum..mum..(now with a VERY cheeky look) 
M:  Yes..yes..
Q:  Can you choose your size?
M:  What do you mean?
Q:  Your booby? Can you choose your size?
M:  HAHAHAHAH...no, dear..hmm...yes, dear..you can.  
      First you are born with the size God gives you, but some people are not       satisfied.
      So they choose another size either bigger or smaller.
      But as Muslims, plastic surgery is HARAM! 
      (stresses on the HARAM bit)
Q:  How do they change it?
M:  Well, they go for operation.
     The doctor will put in a small balloon in their body. 
     Then, it will become bigger.
Q:  A baloooooonnn????  Hebaknye..
M:  Why do you say that? (Me not feeling good about this conversation)
Q:  Well, then they can float in the water right. 
      Then, they do'nt need a pelampung like Iman or Khalida when they 
      swim..Hebak.
And off he went away while me staring at my underthing dumbfounded!!!
M:  Don't forget Q, HARAM tau orang Islam buat plastic surgery...nanti masuk blazing fire!!!!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

First time for everything...Bunnywabbits!

I won't say the usual much or the overloads this time trying my level best to keep it short and sweet..hey, what a coincidence..like MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! 

It was amusing to see how my husband was attentively listening to my recipe of the "Masak Lomak Cili Api Wan Gadong" and religiously typing it on his pc while we were skyping just now.  In normal times, he would not give two hoots about how a certain meal is made, and now, living abroad on his own sans me his personal chef and without any form of transportation to wheel him here and there in a quest for food, he has now fallen into the grasp of this addictive culinary world.  

Just last week, it was tips on how to blend dried chillies into a paste, the next day it was the simple sambal ayam and today it's masak lemak cili api, what shall come henceforth?  Welcome Babes ...into my world!

HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.....plop! (Me laughing my head of...survival you say eh??? I'll teach you a lesson when I get there..me cook fish for you..you like???)


Saturday, December 25, 2010

Am I that dumb??

I have to submit two forms tomorrow in which both requires some calculating from me.  Mathematics was never a subject I excelled in, favoring sleep or listening to my walkman during classes back then.  Despite that, a simple work of adding up 342 different numbers should not be that hard, right???   All that I am doing is a frequency analysis and not like  calculus, algebra, whatever that is.  

Addition should be easy peasy.  I mean in the line of English, 1+1 always adds up to 2, as compared to science when 1+1 could be either 3, 4, 5 or even 10. (Well, if you are thinking WTF, think twins, triplets and so on..I am good at making babies too, so my knowledge of science is as far as that goes).

So then, can anyone please tell me why is it frigging difficult to add up the numbers so that it tallies with the 342 number of scripts I have..this is just a frequency thingy dammitttttt!!!!!!!  Or..could it be that my calculator has gone busted???? 


So what, it is just an A.

The PMR results came out last two days and people were over the moon with the fact that we managed to double the total of students who got As for English.  From a number of 16 students last year, this year we managed to get a whooping 32 As for this subject.

What saddens me though is the fact that along the while that I was looking at the list of names of the A students, counting how many of them came from my class, I had forgotten about those who managed to improve themselves although they did not get an A.  I guess I was lost in the moment but a mistake like that that could have killed so many spirits.  It murdered me years ago when I showed my assignment to a lecturer who was as strict as strict could be, that I got a C from the normal D. I was happpyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, you know.  And what did she say? Okay, but it's not an A.  It crushed me and I hate her till now. I know I was never the brightest in my batch, but hey..I got a C okay!!!

Going back to the original motion, why do we always see the As and rarely the B,C or D students?  As long as they have upgraded themselves, I think that calls for a celebration too.  These students should also be brought to the nearest fastfood restaurant and get treated for improving themselves not only the As.  Who am I to say..I am just a mediocre teacher.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Lasagna

Ingredients:
Spaghetti sauce
Bechamel sauce
Instant lasagna sheets
Mozzarella cheese


Bechamel Sauce
Ingredients:
Milk (depends on how you want the consistency of the sauce to be)
Butter (quarter of a stick)
Flour (I use half a cup)
Thyme, Nutmeg (ground)
seasoning
  1. Melt the butter in a saucepan.
  2. Add in the flour bit by bit, whisking vigorously so as not to make the mixture become lumpy.
  3. Pour in the milk bit by bit, stirring continuously.
  4. When the mixture is bubbly, add in thyme, nutmeg and seasoning.
Layering the Lasagna.
Method:

  1. Place the sheets of lasagna in your Pyrex.
  2. Then the spaghetti sauce.  I would make it a little runny because the sheets are dry.
  3. Put the bechamel sauce on top.
  4. Repeat 2 and 3 until you get the number of layers you prefer. I make mine around 4 layers, depending on the height of my dish.
  5. The top would be the bechamel sauce.  Then put the cheese, a GENEROUS amount on top.
  6. Cover with aluminium foil and bake in the oven at 150 Celsius for 35 minutes.
  7. Then, take the foil off and bake for another 5 minutes or so, until the cheese become a golden color.

Again, this is the recipe that I have been using which may not be according to the recipe used by the westerners or even close to a chef's quality.  If you feel that there is something lacking somewhere, please feel free to comment. It is highly appreciated.

Enjoy!

Spaghetti Sauce Ala Scarlet

I have been badgered lately for my Spaghetti sauce recipe after friends got to know of the fact that I would be tendering either my resignation or application for a no pay leave pretty soon.  And these people just won't take no for an answer when I tell them that my sauce isn't nothing to die for.  But if their palate says mine rocks, then it rocks bebeh!! It is rude I dare say to refuse compliments from those who are sincere in giving it, right?  So, I have decided to share the recipe with all of yous out there.  It may not be the perfect sauce or any different from others, try it anyways.


Spaghetti Sauce Ala Scarlet
A:
250 gm Ramly minced meat 
1 egg.

  1. Mix the egg into the meat.
  2. Sautee the meat in olive oil until it is partially cook. 
  3. Turn off the heat and take it out of the pot. Set aside.
B:
1 and a half bulb of holland onion chopped
3 cloves of garlic chopped 
1 large can of tomato paste
1 jar of Prego tomato sauce
2 cans of chopped tomato
3 stalks of celery chopped 
2 carrots chopped finely
2 large bell peppers, smoked and chopped

2 bay leaves
salt, sugar, black pepper, worcester sauce, cinnamon to taste.

  1. Sautee the onion and garlic in olive oil until it becomes soft.
  2. Add the tomato paste. Fry it a while until the oil rises.
  3. Add the celery and carrot. Let it be in the paste. 
  4. Add in 2 cups of water to soften the veggies.
  5. When the veggies are soft, add in the meat earlier sauteed, the peppers and the Prego sauce.
  6. Put in half a liter of water, bay leaves and simmer until the liquid reduces to your preference. 
  7. While waiting add the seasoning.
  8. Finally, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT...When you are about ready to turn off the heat as the sauce is ready, you can then add dashes of dried basil to taste. Make sure this is the final step to retain the taste of basil!!!!

If you make it and people praise you buckets and buckets, make sure you credit it to me, but if they bash you saying it tastes like rubbish, then say that it was your recipe...HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

Enjoy .

(pic taken with my late HTC Touch Diamond 2)


Saturday, December 18, 2010

The going gets tough..?

All good things must come to an end, so does my Amat Apis' 37-day break and the day that I fear has come.  It is time to part ways again for some 60 to 90 days.  

My worst trepidation is not for me..never me..I think I am able to handle this situation well as I am getting used to this newfound independence, but the kids' well being has always been my priority! And it is them that I am scared for.  After nearly a month and a half of being nestled in their father's arms at night, having their Ayah to play chess and Congkak and Monopoly, Ayah bringing them here and there and everywhere, I just don't want to have to go back to the times when Khalida would be speaking to her father's picture constantly, striking up a conversation with his portrait in the bedroom or Iman crying herself to sleep or suddenly getting lost in her own imagination or even my Qayyum, who would suddenly miss his Ayah extremely that he would put his father's shirt over a pillow and pretend that pillow is Ayah and food suddenly does not excite him anymore.  Can you imagine the heartache I go through by all this?  And it is not something one gets used to or even could expect.

But miracles happen to those who wait.  As I am deeply thinking of the gloomy days ahead, here my children are having the time of their lives, giggling and running around, having each other as the best person to rely on and turn to.  Only they understand what they have to go through and it surprises me that when they speak of their father, they are able to talk of the happy times, the funniest and funnest moments they have had with him unlike before when it was nights of pacifying them to sleep saying that time will pass by quickly. And although there is still that need and longing for him but it is not as much as before.  I guess they have found it in each other ways to heal their own pain, ways to keep their Ayah's presence alive. 

It's only been a week since he left and I do not want to jinx this situation.  Children, they really know how to amaze you!  My children, they amaze me with their strength and I do hope this experience will make them stronger to face the harsher times to come..insya-allah!  And me, what do I do?   I secretly cry in my walk-in closet!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Over the mooooooooooooooon.

As I opened my FB account today, I was in for a big surprise.  I was ACCEPTED ...see that..ACCEPTED..to be acquainted to one of the most popular man in Malaysia who is Raja Petra Kamarudin.  Who could have thought this little schmuck of little values to be in his friends list.  It was a gamble worth taking I must say! 

I am neither a politician nor do I write on politics but I do enjoy reading his pieces no matter how conversational they seem.  Thus for him to accept me was an honour in its own rite.    So, I started being all high and mighty to my beloved Amat Apis saying that I am AN acquaintance of the man responsible for many political controversies, but my pride was pulled further down into the deepest abyss when my beloved had to open RPK's FB page and showed me that I was neigh the only one given exclusive rights to his friendship for he had accepted several others alongside myself..har har har.  What lah you Babes...such a K.I.L.L.J.O.Y!  (slashed on the throat)

And to thank him (RPK), all I said was " Thank you. Highly appreciated!"  Pfftt...what the toodeledoo???  A simple 'Thank you. Highly appreciated' is NOT the way to thank a man of that prestigious when all the others had referred to him as Sir! I told you so, I am a schmuck with a capital S!!!

However, I am still gloating and acting all aristocratic at the moment for my dearest spouse who is also a great fan did not manage to erect a single ounce of courage to eeeeeven click on that single button that wrote "+1 Add as friend". I pity you dearest other half, unfortunately today, I am just a notch higher than thee.... 

Sunday, December 5, 2010

In the cooking mood.

Watching too much of Asian Food Channel is really liberating in sense of my culinary skills.  Once you are able to master making one simple sauce, you are on your way to culinary creativity.  As Chef Micheal Smith had said once in one episode of the Chef at Home series " Cooking should not be made difficult.  All you need to do is to take whatever you have in your kitchen to create the perfect recipe..", ( Not in his own words exactly but more or less bearing the same meaning) I decided to do just that.  

Ransacking my larder jam packed with ingredients that were approaching the end of its shelf life, I managed to whip up a pasta dish using whatever I could work with.  Thinking that pasta is at its most appetizing when you pair it with cheese of any sort, so my fridge was vigorously molested last night.  Joy to the world, I found me some Mozzarella and Parmesan cheese.  Not having a recipe with exact measurements that could get me through to make something edible, I was aided by vivid recollections of those mouthwatering pasta dishes seen on channel 703.  Picturing those melting cheeses, vegetables, chicken and ribs gave me an idea to turn a simple carbonara sauce into my own version of Pasta Bake.  I was lucky enough that I still had the chicken stock I made months ago and just look at what I managed to come up with..
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Before it hit the oven




Pasta Bake ala Scarlet
(pics taken by my Sony Ericsson 770i )


Pasta Bake
Ingredients:
Half a packet of penne rigate plus a bit more
1 large head of brocolli
3 red capsicums, smoked
4 chicken breasts sliced into nibblets
1/4 of a 250gm butter
4 tbsp flour
3 cups of chicken stock
1 ltr full cream milk
Parmesan and Mozzarella cheese
salt and coarse black pepper to taste.


Method:
  1. Boil the pasta in salted water.  Just as it is about to cook, add in the brocolli and boil together.
  2. Drain the water and set aside.
  3. Heat up a skillet with 4 spoons of olive oil and fry the chicken pieces until they are slightly cooked.  Set aside or you could just throw it into your pasta and brocolli.
  4. Slice the smoked peppers into thin strips and put them too in the pasta.  Mix well.  
  5. Melt the butter in a pan and fry the flour, quickly stirring them.
  6. Add in the milk, bit by bit while stirring continuously to avoid the flour from becoming lumpy.  I use a whisk here!
  7. Add in the cheeses.  I noticed it to become stringy as I added the mozzarella but continuos stirring will sort that out.
  8. When the mixture is mixed well, it will become quite thick so I laced it down using the chicken stock.  Let it simmer a while and season it with salt and pepper.
  9. Cool it down a bit and pour the whole content into the pasta.  You will then get what you see in the first picture.  Eating it like that pun dah sedap!!!!!
  10. Sprinkle some more Parmesan on top and bake it in the oven.  I set the temperature at 175 Celsius for 20 minutes.
Enjoy the recipe.  If you see some flaws, please make adjustments because this recipe did not come out from any recipe book.  Do care to comment if you feel there is something wrong with the recipe. Once again, enjoy...I am sure I did!




p/s  I owe Nining, tons and tons for boiling the pasta to perfection.  She really knows what al dente means..good eh for an Indonesian helper.  She rocks!!!

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Food..

The kids having Maggi Kari cooked by Daddy dearie..

 

Now, having the real Mee Kari Mummy style.

                         

  
Bellisimo!

Friday, December 3, 2010

Moving on.

He finally got the keys last four days and this happy news was relayed to me when I was at my Mam's home.  I should be enthralled, I am, I think.

No, if you were wondering by any chance, I am not having second thoughts for I have surpassed that phase.  I am very sure and definite that I would be joining him there as I do think my place is to support him despite whatever reservations I have.  I truly believe that a wife should be by her husband by all means and for that reason I have confronted all the demons inside of me that have been constantly nagging me to stay put here where I feel at home.

Having said that, I can feel a void in my heart already at the thought of leaving this place, this Kerteh where I grew up into an adult, where I learned how to live life, where I learned about keeping a marriage together, where I became a mother, here I found some more true friends who were never afraid to tell me off when I steered from the right path.  This is the place that turned me into an adult from that over sensitive, hot tempered lady who was in denial thinking that she is still that 17 year old college girl.  Here is where i truly grew up and here is where I built my home and my family.  So, how could you leave that all behind in pursuit of financial independence in a foreign land?

I may not be able to speak the Terengganu dialect without my students laughing boisterously saying that I sound like a lost Siamese descendant, but my heart will always be with Terengganu.  Funny eh, for a KL girl to love this place so much although I hate the drivers here.  Life has to go on. It was written by God that my fate is as such.  Although I shall be leaving in 7 months more if God willing, however, I am all teary eyed just thinking about my impending departure.

God, render me a part of your strength to take the first step into this new journey that you have planned for me.



Kemasek Beach.  Isn't this view breathtaking?

Sunday, November 28, 2010

I gained 4 kilos in 2 weeks!!!!

I gained 4 kilos in just less than two weeks since my hubby came back.  Yeah..yeah blame it on him!  :)
If you were wondering why gaining some 4 kilos is such a big deal for me, you are totally wrong because it is NOT a big deal..it is bigger than big itself.  I know I was NEVER thin but that is not the whole point of fussing about 4 kg.

Well, for a start, with my PCOS, I need to be less than 58 kg for my menstrual  cycle to regulate sans the aid of Duphaston which is a good thing for my body.  It has always been my own theory that too much medicine can be harmful at times although I am not sure about the hormone pills I am taking to induce my period.  I guess it is my own way to find an excuse for not wolfing down those pills.

Secondly,  I am afraid of getting diabetes! Ironically, this does not help to curb my appetite for food lately.  

Thirdly,  when I got married, I was 75 kg and was teased a lot by relatives for being large but today the weight is much less than that..by my standard that is.  So, I definitely do not want to be anywhere near that range as it really made my self-esteem really low, not that it is any higher now but at least I feel better than before.  At least I can share clothes with my son. I really love those Mickey Mouse pj's I bought.

But then, how could you not eat?  It has been 3 months since the kids have had dinner with their father and I do not want to be a killjoy when I choose to eat something else than what I have cooked.  My little ones just love having dinner as a family and eating the same food as everyone else at the table.  Apart from that, I just can't resist the late night snacks prepared by my husband who RARELY cooks for us.  

Then, when I go back to my mam's house, she would prepare all these delicious and mouthwatering dishes like my favorite ikan tenggiri masak lemak cili api, sambal tempe for my hubby, goreng ikan bilis with petai (for hubby again), tauhu sumbat (again for Amat Apis) and all sorts of meat dishes (why are all these Amat Apis' favorite food????).  I just don't have the heart to turn her down by refusing a second plate of rice when she, with her heart problem would cook up a storm for my husband!!!  

My MIL on the other hand is not a fan of cooking.  A simple dish of protein and another dish of veggie is all that it takes to keep the family happy.  But when we are around, she would cook more than usual often using coconut milk which is not something common in her kitchen but knowing how I like my coconut milk, that's a sacrifice on her part.  I know how tough it is for her to prepare all those dishes  so when the table is set, all plates on the table would be filled with rice, can you turn your MIL down? Of course not, especially when she has prepared so much and especially when took her first born child!  You DO want to be in her good book although it requires some sacrifice in the vanity sense, right?

Lastly, I know my rambling today are a bit shaky and lame and some might think that I am just making excuses to say that my weight gain is acceptable..but what the heck. It is 3.30 am, I just came back from holidaying at JB.  Goodnight or more appropriately, good morning.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

A VERY TOUCHING AND EMOTIONAL POEM....PLS PASS IT ON!!

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.


I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.


I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.


As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.


I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.


As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.


I'm lying here dying, Mom.....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.


There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.


I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.


He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.


Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.


The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.


Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, 
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?


Someone took the effort to write this poem. So please, forward this to as many people as you can. And see if we can get a chain going around the world that will make people understand that don't mix drinking and driving. 


PLEASE DO THE FAVOR
   

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Better off without you as a friend!

To whom it may concern,
First and foremost I would like to dedicate this post just for you and no one else and therefore, if you have large balls which I presume should be as large as your mouth, if not larger, then please reply to this humble post that I am typing affectionately for you and you alone.

Secondly, I would like to pose one sincere question.  Just who the hell do you think you are to call little children monkeys and chimpanzees and to say that they seem to be reared in the zoo and that their parents are negligent people?  If those kids look more or less like you physically, then most probably, you are the monkey and chimpanzee too because it takes one to know one! 

Thirdly, if you ever cared to upgrade your psychology knowledge, then you should damn well know that those chimpanzee like children who hailed from the zoo who seemed to piss you off when you were having a meal at McDonald's actually have the traits of being brilliant children..I guess more brilliant than you who I assume should have a doctorate in the art of "Bitchery.", something you do just as good as Joan Rivers.

Fourthly, be pissed off at the parents rather than the children.  Yes, children sometimes tend to be extremely annoying..believe me I should know for I live with 3 EVERY DAY but to vent your anger on your FB account towards them and name calling them viciously is just unacceptable!!!  They are only children, so what do they know??  As children, one of their interests is to play anywhere and at any time! Just for your information!  So, tell their parents off, tell the parents to control their children if it really upsets you but please NEVER call children who are rowdy, monkeys or chimpanzees because I pray for the day when your wife gives birth to a monkey, then on that day, you would really regret uttering those hurtful words!

Fifth, if you direly crave for some peaceful ambience while eating out, then why not use the money you acquire from your business to spend it at some posh place rather than going to McDonald's which is commonly known as a family eatery targeted especially for children and youngsters.  Well..I guess many people should know of this fact..it is general knowledge, you know! Woops..you didn't know..how stupid of you who seem to know everything!  Oh yeah, one note though..do not go to the Japanese Restaurant at Nikko Hotel because they also cater for families with children who are hmmm...let me put this in your words..monkeys and chimpanzees like!  Well most probably, they are catered for because they can afford to pay a hefty price for a simple meal of rolled rice with fish roe that is given the name 'sushi' or deep fried fish fillet or vegetable named 'tempura'.  Oh yes, if you were wondering, it comes from personal experience..life is beautiful when you can afford to pay RM 750 for a meal your whole family can enjoy while the children are given the freedom to act like 'monkeys or chimpanzees' as you would say it!  I pity you because you can only afford McDonald's while you seem to flaunt having a lavish lifestyle unlike me, a government school teacher earning less than RM 2000 after paying of her debts, who had to save every penny just for a little bit of luxury!

Lastly, I do not lose anything when you deleted me from your friend list.  I am only feeling bitter because I LOATHE people the likes of you who have a vile mouth but cannot accept criticism for your wrongdoings!!!  I LOATHE people who like to bitch about every other thing in the world but becomes hostile when are bitched about!!  I know you just could not accept my statement condemning you for your arrogance.     So..hunny, GOOD RIDDANCE TO BAD RUBBISH!!!!

Love deeply,
The girl you taught to speak Malay

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Being my rock?

Have you ever wondered how the saying 'being my rock' was derived?  There must surely be some logical reason to why a rock is used, if not a story behind it that pretty much makes sense.  Figuratively, when you say that someone is your rock, it bears the same meaning as that someone being your pillar of strength, right? But why use a rock as a metaphor for  someone who becomes the reason for your strength and/or sanity?  Couldn't there be any other objects that could best replace ‘rock’?

Take this into account.  I have just watched a movie where this crazy old lady used a huge rock tied to her victim's feet to drown the victim that was the cause for her distress.  When she pushed her off a boat, it was the rock that helped to sink the  helpless lady down to bottom of a lake within the speed of light. Isn't that just ironic when something used as a sign of support is also used as the perfect murder weapon? So are you sure that you want to refer to that certain someone as ‘being your rock’?    

Hell no..! He could just be that piece of object to help take my life away. Apart from that,  if I were to translate rock into bahasa, it would be 'batu' which would lead to a different connotation like what lies in the middle of a man's two legs..you know, those hanging fruit of the loom?? ;)  

So while I was thinking of what other phrases that could be used alternately with the phrase ‘my pillar of strength’, since I was comfortably lying down on my huge king sized mattress,  it then dawned on to me as this mattress literally supports me from behind, especially on those cold rainy nights and on days when I cry myself to sleep, why not use ‘mattress’ instead of ‘rock’?  

Hence, after weighing down the odds, I shall use the phrase 'being my tilam (mattress) vono' as opposed to 'being my rock'!   It sure is a better choice because literally, this mattress of mine does do justice when it comes to giving me that much needed support.  And the better deal is, it is  accredited by chiropractors too!   Therefore, rather than using a tool for death or that pleasure giving ehem ehem, I shall now use this new term extensively... and to top it all, I do owe my good night's sleep to it!      

Ahmad Hafiz, on a serious note...thanks for always being my tilam vono and my rock too!  (You get it? You get it?)


This is my plain ramblings for today.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Kids nowadays.

They are just too pampered that they do not know how to appreciate the things that are handed to them.  As I am typing this post, I am striving to ignore the noise made by my children AND their friends bashing and trashing the toys  I bought using my hard-earned money which to them is considered as playing with.  And I tell you, it ain't music to the ears!!!!!

Those were the days when a simple game of 'tarik upih' or 'biji getah' was enough to give an orgasmic reaction during playtimes. The best thing is, it didn't even cost a penny.  But now, what was free to us back then is considered not cool or an in thing to kids now (mine ler at least..tak nak kata anak orang) but toys like 'Nerf' (whatever the hell that is), 'Bareblade' (like... what the fish???), Barbie and animated games like 'Super Crazy Maniac Guitar Deluxe 1, 2 and 3' are what it takes to give them that adrenaline rush.  Gone is the old and in with the new..

Hmmmphh..not their fault they were born into this world. It was my pleasure that created them so all I have to say is "hambik kau!"  

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Evidences that I contribute to the Malaysian Government coffer..and not by being a teacher!

No.
Vehicle No.
Date & Time
of Offence
District
Location of Offence
Offence
Summon Amount
(RM)
Discounted Amount
(RM)
Offered Amount
(RM)
1
W**2810
19 Jul 2010
11:10:00
KEMAMAN
KM 120 JLN KTRG-KTN
SPEEDING
300.00
0.00
300.00
2
W**2810
22 May 2009
12:01:00
TEMERLOH
KM 126 LPT
SPEEDING
300.00
0.00
300.00
3
W**2810
04 Mar 2008
11:18:00
KEMAMAN
KM 122 JLN K/TRG-KUANTAN
SPEEDING
300.00
0.00
300.00



I guess that means I will have a deficit amount in my savings in pursuit of that Chanel 2.55...DAMN!