I spent the afternoon last two days with Nora's students in their gym, the young and big weighlifters training for the coming SUKMA.
The upcoming star, Mohd Firdaus. A very promising athlete, young, determined, focussed, dedicated and handsome.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Badang Kedah
I spent the afternoon last two days with Nora's students in their gym, the young and big weighlifters training for the coming SUKMA.
The upcoming star, Mohd Firdaus. A very promising athlete, young, determined, focussed, dedicated and handsome.
The Much Needed Break
When work is pressing me, when all other emotional stresses are putting me down and when I feel that I cannot take it anymore thats the time I really need to run away. Alone.
Time to find myself again. To reflect on the things I ve gone through and really focus on my feature ..... hahaha B*** S***. I just wanted to relax ease my mind
Hop onto the boat and head to any of the islands, take off my clothes for a swim.....
Finish my Sudoku.
And watch the sunset.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Cycle Of Life
Your life revolves around a cycle. It’s the cycle of the same old routine. You can never get lost in your own cycle. Some people are so used to his/her routine that they are afraid of changes. Changing is taking chances. You don’t change unless you have the courage because by making changes you are going out of your own cycle. Instead of making an “O” figure routine, you may now take the “8” figure routine. In order for you to grow, you can never escape changes, you have to go every phases of your life that has been destined to you. But the choice is still in your hand. Like I ve said before in my previous entry, life is funny because your choice would eventually turn into your destiny. Sometimes people do not change their cycle pattern, they just jump into another routine only to find that they still end up in a cycle, only a different routine but still a cycle nevertheless.
The cycle only stops when the time comes. You leave your routine, you leave everything, leave everybody and you will now take a walk into eternity without really knowing where the journey will end. And this time the journey wont be in a cycle anymore. And at this moment of time you will suddenly realize that whatever you did before has no worth except things that relate you to HIM.
Anak Mak
"A face only a mother can love". I ve heard this phrase sometimes ago. The phrase refers to someone who is so ugly looking that nobody else could have loved him except his mother.
Mothers will always be the one to accept you for who you are. No matter how bad a person can be, the only person he/she can turn to will always be the mother. To certain extent mothers are always so defensive of their sons and daughters (sons - always the case) .
The son can do no wrong. If the son commits a crime and gets caught, you can bet the mother would always say that its the friends, not her son, her son is actually good and is still not bad, its the crowd hes into that made him did it.
I think thats where the ego of most parents stand. If you admit that your children are bad, you are admitting your failure in bringing them up. Its not easy for any parents to come to terms with their failure, because children after all is a trust by HIM for the parents to take care of, "the white sheets for you to decorate the design" . If your design is awful, its yours still and you can only envy of others who have turned their white sheets into beautful batik. Because the sheet is your own design, it is natural that only you will like it or keep it.
So when the son is a useless criminal lad, the only place he knows that will accept him, even reluctantly, is his mother's place. A father can dismiss a son, but not a mother ..... the son will always be his baby.
Mothers will always be the one to accept you for who you are. No matter how bad a person can be, the only person he/she can turn to will always be the mother. To certain extent mothers are always so defensive of their sons and daughters (sons - always the case) .
The son can do no wrong. If the son commits a crime and gets caught, you can bet the mother would always say that its the friends, not her son, her son is actually good and is still not bad, its the crowd hes into that made him did it.
I think thats where the ego of most parents stand. If you admit that your children are bad, you are admitting your failure in bringing them up. Its not easy for any parents to come to terms with their failure, because children after all is a trust by HIM for the parents to take care of, "the white sheets for you to decorate the design" . If your design is awful, its yours still and you can only envy of others who have turned their white sheets into beautful batik. Because the sheet is your own design, it is natural that only you will like it or keep it.
So when the son is a useless criminal lad, the only place he knows that will accept him, even reluctantly, is his mother's place. A father can dismiss a son, but not a mother ..... the son will always be his baby.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Siti Nurhaliza and Dato' K
Now Siti is going to ger married to a young and hadsome Dato', nobody can say anything. If the Dato' is an old man, the whole nation would be judgmental and they would not hesitate to tell her off. Yes Malaysian can be very rude sometimes (and most of the times on the road).
A friend was telling me that since Siti is going to get married to a very rich man, she wouldnt need to do any single house chores because she can now have "Roberts" to help her.
(My friend was referring to one interview when Siti mentioned how busy she was and that shes not a "robert" when she actually intended to say 'robot')
A friend was telling me that since Siti is going to get married to a very rich man, she wouldnt need to do any single house chores because she can now have "Roberts" to help her.
(My friend was referring to one interview when Siti mentioned how busy she was and that shes not a "robert" when she actually intended to say 'robot')
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
A Very Late Valentine Song !
Tuai padi antara masak
Esok jangan layuan-layuan
Intai kami antara nampak
Esok jangan rindu-rinduan
Anak cina pasang lukah
Lukah dipasang di tanjung jati
Dalam hati tidak dilupa
Umpama rambut disimpul mati
Burung merpati terbang seribu
Hinggap seekor di tengah laman
Hendak mati di hujung kuku
Hendak berkubur di tlapak tangan
Kalau tuan mudik ke hulu
Belikan saya bunga kemboja
Kalau tuan mati dahulu
Nantikan saya di pintu syurga
Buah selasih permainan budak
Batang selasih dimakan kuda
Bercerai kasih bertalak tiada
Seribu tahun bertemu jua
Happy Valentine !
Esok jangan layuan-layuan
Intai kami antara nampak
Esok jangan rindu-rinduan
Anak cina pasang lukah
Lukah dipasang di tanjung jati
Dalam hati tidak dilupa
Umpama rambut disimpul mati
Burung merpati terbang seribu
Hinggap seekor di tengah laman
Hendak mati di hujung kuku
Hendak berkubur di tlapak tangan
Kalau tuan mudik ke hulu
Belikan saya bunga kemboja
Kalau tuan mati dahulu
Nantikan saya di pintu syurga
Buah selasih permainan budak
Batang selasih dimakan kuda
Bercerai kasih bertalak tiada
Seribu tahun bertemu jua
Happy Valentine !
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Me, Me and Me
Do you realize that people are only interested in their own stories? People dont actually want to listen to what you have to say. Almost everybody cant wait to tell you about their life.
I know this because I am a good listener and I am a good listener because I consider myself a very private person. I rarely let anybody gets into my world. And so when anybody wants to have a conversation with me, I would just divulge myself in their world, really listening to them, counsel them at times, advise them most of the times, giving them another perspective of their problems, laugh with them of their funny incidents. And at the end of the day, out of politeness and courtesey they would ask me how am I doing. And I would just tell .. " Oh not much... you know this and this and this .." with very little details as I possibly could tell, and even if they are really interested to know more and if my radar is telling me that I'm telling too much, I would just steer the conversation back to their stories.
I guess thats why when it comes to blogging, I face a bit difficulty because I am not always sure how much should I tell.
And I guess thats why blogging is so popular because People Cant Just Wait To Tell The World of THEIR Stories. And inside everyone of us it has always been about Me, Me and Me.
I know this because I am a good listener and I am a good listener because I consider myself a very private person. I rarely let anybody gets into my world. And so when anybody wants to have a conversation with me, I would just divulge myself in their world, really listening to them, counsel them at times, advise them most of the times, giving them another perspective of their problems, laugh with them of their funny incidents. And at the end of the day, out of politeness and courtesey they would ask me how am I doing. And I would just tell .. " Oh not much... you know this and this and this .." with very little details as I possibly could tell, and even if they are really interested to know more and if my radar is telling me that I'm telling too much, I would just steer the conversation back to their stories.
I guess thats why when it comes to blogging, I face a bit difficulty because I am not always sure how much should I tell.
And I guess thats why blogging is so popular because People Cant Just Wait To Tell The World of THEIR Stories. And inside everyone of us it has always been about Me, Me and Me.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Being Nice A Sign Of Weakness
Life is definitely weird.
Have you ever encountered this situation especially when youre dealing with the some people ? Like when you walk into an office asking and enquring certain things and the man/lady just look at you with blank expression. And it seems like they re reluctant to entertain you just because youre smiling all the time and talking to them nicely. It happens... it just happens all the times. Maybe that is why some people cannot help to flaunt their titles, all the Tengkus the Datos and Datins, the Tan Sris and Puan Sris .. its like an unwritten rule that if you dont flaunt it, people wont notice you. Thats why some are not hesitant to stress their titles when introducing themselves so that people take note and give due respect. In that sense I dont really blame them, because without the titles people just dont care about you. But then, once your title is known and acknowledged then only you can afford to be nice, and people will say that youre a very good Dato who still can be nice and humble even with the title.
And with the title you have youre excused for being rude and arrogant too because youre deemed to have the power and people are afraid of power.So when youre a Dato you have the previlege to shout at people or even if you dont shout you can lift your head and flare your nose while looking down when addressing someone so that the person youre talking to knows that your Da Man.
So ... if youre someone without a title, do not be humble and do not talk nicely, they will know that youre somebody !
Life is definitely weird.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Wu huuuu .. I'm excited ! I ve got two new basketballs now.The first one fits my hand well and I love the feel of it. I got the second one because I think its more suitable for the court where I'm playing now and with the Infusion technology created by Spalding it has its own built in pump.
Its not that I never had basketball before, its been more that 20 years since I last had my Mikasa Basketball. I was only twelve and Abah was in Singapore. He asked me what do I want from S'pore, instead of asking for a doll or teddy bear like any other girls would, I asked for a basketball. He got me a Mikasa and I carried the ball all around even to school, and my frens just love the ball. The kids around the house flocked my house to play basketball with me even though we didnt have any hoop at the time (never thought of one). I dribbled the ball everywhere I went. Its my first love, and now I'm falling in love all over again with basketball. Now that I'm working I can afford to buy a good one, two in fact.
The craziest thing of all is that I m now willing to wake up at the wee hours everyday before the sun rises and get in the car to go to the court which is about 7 minutes drive just to play for about 40 minutes before coming back and get ready for work.
And now I carry the two balls in my car wherever I go.
And no, you can never find any other crazy woman who would do that ...
Its not that I never had basketball before, its been more that 20 years since I last had my Mikasa Basketball. I was only twelve and Abah was in Singapore. He asked me what do I want from S'pore, instead of asking for a doll or teddy bear like any other girls would, I asked for a basketball. He got me a Mikasa and I carried the ball all around even to school, and my frens just love the ball. The kids around the house flocked my house to play basketball with me even though we didnt have any hoop at the time (never thought of one). I dribbled the ball everywhere I went. Its my first love, and now I'm falling in love all over again with basketball. Now that I'm working I can afford to buy a good one, two in fact.
The craziest thing of all is that I m now willing to wake up at the wee hours everyday before the sun rises and get in the car to go to the court which is about 7 minutes drive just to play for about 40 minutes before coming back and get ready for work.
And now I carry the two balls in my car wherever I go.
And no, you can never find any other crazy woman who would do that ...
Monday, March 28, 2005
The Trash Truck And You
Do you put a finger under your nose when you pass by the trash truck ? Do you make faces when you have to smell the trash and do you walk faster (or better still run) when you re nearing the trash truck ?
You may have a very sensitive nose which can pick any kind of smell from afar, BUT with due respect I think it is very inappropriate to put your finger under your nose, to cringe your face at the smell of the trash or to even pull up your car window especially when the trashmen are around. Its like as if youre looking down at their work, implying their work is dirty and smelly when all theyre doing is trying to make ends meet. I dont think its by choice, even if it is, dont we feel grateful that theyre around to clean up the trashes.
Do you put a finger under your nose when you pass by the trash truck ? Do you make faces when you have to smell the trash and do you walk faster (or better still run) when you re nearing the trash truck ?
You may have a very sensitive nose which can pick any kind of smell from afar, BUT with due respect I think it is very inappropriate to put your finger under your nose, to cringe your face at the smell of the trash or to even pull up your car window especially when the trashmen are around. Its like as if youre looking down at their work, implying their work is dirty and smelly when all theyre doing is trying to make ends meet. I dont think its by choice, even if it is, dont we feel grateful that theyre around to clean up the trashes.
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