Patterns of Habit

Do you know that people 's characters have pattern to it ?

It takes many many years for one to differentiate the various kinds of patterns in different people. But usually some common traits in certain group of people would have the same pattern of actions.

Take a look around you.You can even start observing the ones close to you, those friends. relatives and even family member.

We are all actually aware of the patterns with those close to us, like a brother of yours who suddenly becomes overly talkative and friendly with you, you will somehow know already at the back of your mind that the conversation will later end with ... "..pinjam duit sikit" (can i have some money).

When one is not acting according to his habit or out of the character, you should have known and detect that something is coming or something is not right somewhere.

The system works with strangers too, but you first have to know which group they belong to. You can make your evaluation base on any one of the group's common characteristic and habits . From there onwards you can definitely anticipate which way they would go ...

But you cant be too personal and take into heart of all your findings. You just have to learn to live with it. You may not like what you discover but you should just laugh it off and be above it all , because we are all human, not angels.

Its fun to learn about people, but we must not forget that we have our own traits and characters that can be amusement or annoyance to others too.

Observe and you will learn.

Alor Setar Dah Ada Pokok Berlampu

peghak gila kan

hahaha

Catatan Moral:

Jangan beri pewarna kuku pada perempuan yang kamu tak tahu


Sekian.

Jangankan Nak Berdebat Bab Mazhab Syiah

mazhab sendiri pun terkontang kanting tergapai-gapai


tak pernah arif tahu dan faham semua lagi pun



ada hati nak tuduh orang lain sesat


pergi balik dan baca ulangkaji cara mengambil air sembahyang dengan betul dulu


eshh kasarnya bahasa kan


ok sayang,


pergi tambahkan lagi ilmu ya


:-)

Terasa-rasa Mahu Menulis Banyak-Banyak Tahun Ini

Mulakan dengan observasi terkini tentang diri sendiri.

Bila makin bertambah umur, sebenarnya mula menyedari beberapa kelemahan diri.

Namun begitu apa yang dikutip sepanjang hayat dan apa yang dicapai setakat ini Alhamdulillah membuat diri terasa lebih yakin tentang diri sendiri.

Pun begitu, keyakinan terhadap diri sendiri sepatutnya tidak mengaburi kelemahan diri yang kita tahu kita miliki.

Keyakinan dan kekuatan dalam dalam diri patut menjadi mangkin untuk memperbaiki kelemahan.

Bukan mahu manjadi sempurna.

Sekadar mahu jadi manusia yang sedar akan kekuatan dan kelemahan dirinya sendiri.

Teringat pada kata Iman Ali AS.

"Jangan terlalu memandang tinggi pada aku,
kerana aku tidaklah begitu hebat seperti yang kamu sangkakan itu.

Jangan juga kamu memandang rendah padaku,
kerana aku seseungguhnya adalah jauh melebihi dari apa yang kamu sangkakan itu"

Itu Imam Ali AS.

Tapi ayat itu cukup sebagai panduan untuk sentiasa menjadi "level headed", kan ?


;-)

2011 Sudah

Terlalu banyak yang selalu bermain di fikiran. Banyak observasi dibuat tentang perjalanan hidup semua yang dekat dan juga yang jauh.

Hobi yang macam-macam boleh buat diri semakin menggila.

Mesin jahit sudah tak bertempuh agak lama.

Basikal yang dua biji masih tersadai tepi dinding.

Kasut sukan beberapa pasang makin tepu jadinya


Banyak juga berfikir tentang diri dan apa yang telah dicapai selama ini dalam hidup.


Adakah bertambah ilmu

bertambah pengalaman

bertambah iman dan amal

Namun,

yang paling definite dan yakin

yang paling paling bertambah ... adalah lemak dan isi badan


(meniru kata H yang menyebut " the only thing I gained in 2010 was my weight")


kami sudah sepakat mahu kuruskan badan tahun ini.

bermula dari hari ini selepas makan KFC malam tadi.


Jangan percaya gambar di atas. H memang pandai mengambil gambar dari sudut yang buat kita kelihatan kurus


:-D

Zed.Ib

masuk.rumah.orang.

halau.tuan.rumah.keluar.


lawak.apakah.itu.?

Happy BAHDay To Me

Its my birthday and I am stranded in this small town I love.

It started raining on Sunday 31st October and only stopped on the morning of 2nd November.

All roads to Alor Star are closed .

I have not gone to work for two days.

I went round taking photos and people think I m from press.


and now I m feeling dizzy and tired ....


I m not that young after all.

Happy BahDay To Me !

:-)

*Bah is Flood in Kedah

I m Officially Off The Facebook Hook

Go find my name .. and see that I m gone .. *poof* .. vanish from that crazy book !

I am happy .. but am now starting to get invites from my Yahoo friends to join again .. haha

some of my friends are not happy I m not around the Book anymore, and its funny when they text me conveying their grief as if I had gone from their "life"

well .. I m still around and kicking ... I have more time for more important things in my life .... like errr .... Flickering* ... hahaha



:-)


*spending time at Flickr

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"....

:-(

- Dumping Babies -

I am sorry but I am of the opinion that we are actually part of the reason to the increasing rate of abandoned babies. While not holding the heartless culprits any less of blame, I feel that there should be other ways for us to handle the problems rather than pointing all fingers at them and judging them.

I'm saying this because I think we should first look at the real reason behind their cruel actions . Why did they do it? Dont tell me they re doing it because of the adultery sins they committed. I am telling you they did it not because of the sex sins. They did not think of any sins when they re jumping on each other and it only took a matter of one step further of extending the already committed sins, to dump the "fruit of their labour".

You know why they dumped them ?

THEY DUMPED THE BABIES BECAUSE THE KNEW IF THE SOCIETY FINDS OUT ..... THEY WOULD BE DOOMED !

Let us be honest here. Whats the first thing you d think when you know of someone's daughter or someone's sister or even a friend is pregnant out of wedlock ?

You cant help being judgmental, right ?

For some, these judgmental thoughts would only be kept at the back of their mind but most, most would never hesitate to throw at the girl all the worst names they could think of and cursing not only the girl but the whole of her family and the family line. The society would never forgive and neither would they forget the mistake for the rest of the mother's or the baby's life !

But if we re talking about killing souls, and if we want to punish those who put their babies in the toilet we should also punish those who went for abortion. Arent they both the same ......... ? Abortion is also a "killing method" and of course we re not talking about abortion due to health issues here.

Those with moneys wouldnt hesitate to go to the clinic for abortion: the rich would go outside the country and the not so rich would take the local clinics, those with lesser moneys would go to "bomoh" and "dukun" and those with no money and no brains would go to the toilet. And some with no money and a bit of brain would eat lots of pineapples.

And yes they are all the same. They all kill a soul .

I wish they would come out with the statistic as to the background of all those dumpers and I am sure and I can guarantee that their background would be almost the same ...

Their reason too would all come down to the same one: they just couldnt face the family and the society.

I know many NGOs have set up shelters and there are also many 'rumah kebajikan' around to cater these cases , but all these would not help the situation if the society still have the judgmental, unforgiving, cursing attitudes.

Just because I am suggesting that we should help the out of wedlock pregnant girls does not mean that I am condoning adultery ... I am merely suggesting that we should help them instead of judging and punishing them.

Let the punishment be in the hands of Allah and the government whos supposed to implement hudud ...... NOT US.

You Are Not Weak ....

1. If you apologize when you make a mistake

2. If you need people in your life

3. If you know how to say Thank You

4. If you dont have the last say

5. If you do not know certain things

6. If you are not always at the top

7. If you are young

8. If you are old

9. If you dont get angry

10. If you are silent



:-)


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Little Things Become Unimportant When You Think Of Bigger Things

How do you see things in your life ...?

How big and how small is your world actually ?

Are you seeing using the magnifying glass .. or are you looking at a grand map of plan?


What you see and what you dont see depends on your position. The higher your position is the more things you are able to see.

But if you are sitting from a very low position , you can only see things within that range of small and narrow sight only, and the sad part is that when people of higher position tell you the things they see, most of the times you dont even know what on earth are they talking about.

:-|

Change Is Good - So They Say

This week is the toughest week for me and the firm. A few major changes are taking place and some are unexpected and shocking. Its like one after another and we could only wait and see if there are a few more coming.

Changes are inevitable, many and I suppose most of us do not really like changes because we usually feel safe with the same environment and the same routine. We do not want and perhaps the actual word is "afraid" to be out of our comfort zone. Because when there are changes we have to make adjustment to accommodate the changes. There are things that we might have to let go and there are new things that we might have to hold on to now.

And of course there are times when we ourselves are the instrument to the changes which can of course make other people hate not only the changes but us too.

Perhaps Allah is adjusting a grand plan for the firm and me and perhaps the changes can also be as a turning point for something better ...

But for now I can only wait and see and just pray that things will be alright and ok for everybody.

Rabbishrahli Sadri Wayassir Li Amri .......


:-|

Mistake

To certain extend in my line of profession - we are not supposed to make a mistake.

People make mistakes ... all the time. But my stand is that we are only given a leeway for at least ONE mistake and that we should learn from the mistake and move on without repeating the same mistake. In order to progress and in order to have zero defect you have to have made some mistakes along the way because with any mistakes discovered, you can now know how to manage and control better.

We should never be stressed out and expect everything to be perfect because to err is human , its inevitable, even in my line of work. But the most important thing is how do we manage the mistake made. The attitude must be in place, feeling regret and sorry are as important as finding ways to overcome the mistake. You cant run away from your mistake. You have to face it and amend it as soon as possible and the best that you can.

My boss does not seem to agree but then of course you cant expect everybody to agree with you. Suffice if we could agree to disagree. But I think he made a mistake there to be so stressed out.

:-P