D90

does not necessarily mean your Nikon

I ve seen it on a Triumph tag too


:-D

Letters From The Past

My parents are in my house today. Mak is not feeling very well, and Abah had just had a minor operation last week and is doing fine Alhamdulillah. Its nice when they are around, a reminder that the people who love me and whom I love are still around.

Mak brought with her a few letters from the past .... aerogrames to be exact sent by Mak and the others to Tok and Wan (my grandparents) who were in Mekah performing Hajj. These letters were dated in December 1973, when I was only two years old and when there were just the two of us in my parents' life, my little brother and I.

I read the letters out loud to Mak who was lying next to me and we both laughed our hearts out (ok I was louder) at the content of those letters.

If only I were to put all there is in the letters, it would be LOVE. Those hand writings by Mak and some portions by Abah, Pak Lang. Pak Cik and Chaq reflects the surrounding of what family was all about at that time. They were very close; not only among the close family, but also with some distant relatives and friends. They took time to take care and spend time together , visiting each other like one huge family. Most of those people mentioned in the letters had passed away and I pray that their souls are blessed and that they are in a good place now.

I m writing again here some parts from those aerograms which I find endearing.


I love this part where everybody made their request to Tok to buy things for them.

"Achik pesan emak bawa balik batu kecil2, satu set untuk rantai tangan, loket, 1 biji dan subang. Mak Pora Mat Said pulak hendak batu hitam sebiji. Mak Padang Sera batu2 yang berwarna warni yang Che Zah (my mom) habaq dulu. Che Zah bini Che Ya (referring herself) pula mau anak unta seekor !"

"Kata Kak Yah Rejab, kalau ada, beli paun 20 cents satu. Nafizah kata paun ada tulis nama Allah warna biru merah ada banyak orang pakai sini. Cantik juga. Bolihlah emak beli untok Chik (my aunt) and Ann"

"... dan kalau ada duit tu, belilah periok masak cake yang macam rumah Ma' Lang Derga tu. Boleh jual di sini !"

and this portion by my uncle Pakcik who must be around his teens at that time

"Mak oooi bawa balik baju arab banyak helai, kasut dua pasang, kasut alladin, kain selimut selai, rantai satu, cincin satu, cari yang groovy"

Pak Lang another uncle of mine wrote a letter in a Malay language which you can only find in those days before "tak" was not written as "x". You know the type of letter which started with " Menemui ayah dan bonda yang dikasehi"

"Sejak peninggalan ayahnda dan bonda berdua keadaan di rumah amatlah sunyi dan sepi. Tetapi mujurlah anaknda telah bekerja sementara di kedai kain Pekan Melayu (P.Syed Muhammad punya). Bercampul gaul dengan mamaklah di sini. Anaknda bercakap Melayu pun bergulung lidah-lidah sekarang ni

Dengak orang kata jam tangan di sana murah. Kalau bonda atau ayahnda ada duit yang lebih-lebih tu belilah dekat anaknda satu. Kalau ada kurta (jubah) yang elok-elok belilah satu untuk anakanda"

this by Chaq (my mother's cousin)

"Tok (my mother's grandmother) yang duduk di Rest House kami sehat. Hari2 ada Inspektor datang check, makan tak makan. Kelmarin dulu Inspektor Mak Milah ... ha ha

kalau ada duit banyak lebih tu, tolong beli kipas yang mem2 suka bawa pakai pi party ...."

and this part Mak wrote about me:

"Dua tiga hari lepas, Mak Basah Pak Napiah datang bawa seorang budak nak mengasuh Syafiq dan Ann. Mereka datang pagi, dok petang dia kata "Kak chek nak balik !" Rupa-rupanya kawan tak tahan ligan Ann di jalan. Nak dukung Syafiq lama pun tak larat"

"Ann sekarang maca dulu juga. Tak bolih lepa, dia lari ke jalan, lagi ligan lagi lari. Bila dengar bunyi kapal terbang di kata kapal terbang Tok dan Wan. Sekarang pandai sangat dia, kencing sambil berjalan... dok senyap2 dan basuh kain baju dalam bilik ayer Adik teriak, dia mai gosok kepala adik "Awat adik teriak?" "Awat ni" dan lain2 lagi. Tak larat nak layan dia"

hahahahaha. Whats with me that I kept running to the street. All my uncles told me the same thing. I would always be running to the street !! ... and they were just exhausted running after me.

"Ann tak berapa panggil Wan atau Tok dia lagi. Dulu dua tiga malam dia buat perangai , tengah malam dia jaga, dia teriak nak tidor di bawah dan lain-lain lagi. Bukan main terok Abah dia - sampai empat pagi. Kata orang ambil kain emak atau bapa selimut, haram tak mau"

"Ann tak berhenti sebut nama Tok dan Wan dia. Pluck TV (ya thats how my mother spelled it (plug) ) tu dia selalu pi buat hello, hello Tok , hello Wan .."

Oh how I miss my grandfather (Wan) who had passed away a few years back. Tok is still around of which I m making a mental note to visit her tomorrow, insya Allah.

I feel so touched reading the above part. I could really feel the love. I was so loved even though I was not really an easy child. The love of my parents for me was abundant and I know it didnt stop there.

"Ya Allah Rahmatilah mereka seperti mana mereka mejaga ku sewaktu aku kecil"


one more part from the letters:

"Chu Yam pesan suroh mak berdoa bagi Kak Chah dipinang cepat"

hahahahaha

and yes those were the days when there was no Facebook and people say hi to people, not to computer screen ....

:-)

Al Fatihah to those who had passed away.

I Finally Paid My Water Bill

... after coming home last nite with no water at the kitchen sink.

went out to see that they had cut the pipe line ....

ohh .. dont pity me ... serve me right for not paying the bills on time .....

and yeah I finally went to pay the bill for the first time in THREE years I stay in that house .....

hahahahaha .... gilakan? tiga tahun tak bayar bill ... the bill cost me RM109.10. Yeap I dont bathe that much .. my monthly bill is only around RM3.

Mr Lim Guan Eng should be happy with me !!!


:-)


On a lighter note : I have sent application to FB to delete my account which would only be confirmed in two weeks time .... so far so good... I m ok .... I know I can do this !!!

Wish me luck everybody !

.. still rambling about FB

.. and its quite shocking sometimes seeing the language used by the FB users in their status. Its more shocking when they come from people we know ... like cousins or close relatives. You get to know them deeper than you already know in the real world.

they curse they yell they shout like you can see all there is in their hearts.

Perhaps thats what virtual world is all about, you can do and be just about anything you want. And even if you type out all those hurtful words, you dont get to see their eyes and see for yourself how affected they are by what you ve just typed ...

the world apparently is getting closer and crazier ...


and I m just an old lady reminiscing those wonderful days where "polite" was not a strange word.


:-P

edit: and i just found out, after I put up the FB entries, that Haza of Runningmom had just deactivated her FB account too .... wow Haza .. if youre reading this ... Congratulations ! you did the right thing .. and I m going to do the same thing anytime from now.

:-)

I Am Seriously Thinking ....

...of deleting my FB account.

Its not the application. Its me. I have become addictive to it. I am very prone to addiction to just about anything I fancy in my life at the expense of everything else. I hate that I would want to check the FB even on my phone. I had since deleted the application in my phone but it's not helping because I can still check it thru the mobile website.

But if I close down the account, I would miss seeing my friends, saying hello, how do you do. Or even my family and close relatives .. sharing jokes and keeping each other updated about things happening in our lives.

How do I control this addiction .... ?

Think I should join the "FB Anonymous" anytime soon ...

Tot For Tot

Salah satu sebabnya mengapa agak payah untuk Muslim Malaysia sekarang bergerak maju ke hadapan sebagai Muslim yang progressif adalah kerana tahap pemahaman Islam yang masih mentah. Bukan untuk memandang rendah tetapi mahu menunjuk pada satu hakikat yang jika kita semua dapat menerimanya dan mengambilnya sebagai iktibar, InsyaAllah Muslim Malaysia tidak lagi akan menjadi lapuk.

Saya hanya akan menumpukan pada satu point di mana adalah sesuatu yang amat menyedihkan kerana permasalahan hukum fardu yang wajib diketahui sedari kecil masih lagi dibahaskan pada umur 40 hingga 50 tahun. Masih lagi imam di masjid menyampaikan kulliah berkaitan cara mengambil air sembahyang yang betul, masih lagi timbul persoalan apakah yang akan terjadi jika lupa sujud sahwi selepas lupa membaca doa qunut, masih memperbetulkan bacaan Fatihah yang masih tetap salah khalqalahnya.

Tanpa menafikan pentingnya hukum-hukum dasar diingat dan diberi perhatian, tetapi tidaklah patut ianya menjadi tajuk atau topik utama lagi. Pada umur 20an ke atas lagi perkara yang patut dan perlu dibincangkan bukan lagi soal hukum qunut, tapi persoalan politik dan ekonomi Islam.

Agak bercelaru bagi sesetengah makcik dan pakcik di kampung yanng tidak dapat memahami konsep politik atau ekonomi Islam yang mahu dibawa oleh orang muda bila di surau kampung mereka masih lagi belajar menghafal sifat 20.

Wallahu a'lam

I Miss This Blog .. Really

Oh how i missed coming to this blog. Missed jotting down my thoughts and stories. I neglected this blog eversince CraftyAn*que came along and I was sewing like crazy ... yeap literally crazy because me being me ... I hate to follow rules .. Base on some basic sewing techniques I learned from a class or two and with some crazy ideas I had sewn quite a few crazy things. Oh well ... I m not that good ... even though I do have some imaginations.


Popo has been a wonderful cat. Hes turned out to be like me .. or maybe the other way round, we're both fat .. as to F. A. T. Its no fun being fat, and no, I have nothing against fat people ... its just there s a guilt in me .. questioning myself "What have you done to me lady !?".. thats the voice I heard quite a few times from my own body.

hes not lazy... he reads a lot

Ijul my good friend was at my place during the fasting month. Finally, after all the plans, it was she who turned up at my door instead of me walking down her street in Jakarta. She brought along her aunt and they both stayed for about a week. We went for tarawih prayer at the mosque near my house and as promised, I drove them to Hatyaai too, together with Sri.




I will insyaAllah one day soon breath in the Jakarta air too ... hopefully by the time my sister finally secure a job there !!! Yeap, insyaAllah shes moving there and guess whos the happier one !


Just for some updates on what has been happening and oh I cant wait to write down my thoughts again .... its loading in my brain and at the height of bursting !! .. haha as if ...

Oh how I miss this blog ....

and oh on another note .. Im officially a "makcik" now ... huhuhu... no no I m not talking about my sister or brothers having kids ... I m physically really a "makcik"....

:-(