Why Akademi Fantasia Again?

There is no balance in between our entertainments and the kind of education the youngsters are getting. Read NST (14-6-2006).

Why do we have to spend so much on entertainment when the education system is still haywired ?

Why do we let our yougsters believe that being in AF is the in thing in life?

Why do we have to have lots of concerts when so many of our graduates and youngsters are jobless?

Why do we still need to take our graduates for courses to equipt themselves to get a job (and pay them for attending the courses )? Didnt they learn anything in the campus?

Why do you give fish to the man instead of teaching the man how to fish?

Why do our Malay graduates are being stepped over by the non-Malays when it comes to job search?

Not that we are against entertainment but we are getting worried when our kids can't think any further than what they re getting for b'fast tomorrow and when s the next concert coming in

Why do the non-Malays cant get into the Universities because of the quota even when the Malays ourselves do not qualify to fill in the quota?

Please stop Sure Heboh.

Please stop Akademi Fantasia

Please stop One in a Million.

Please stop Senario

We have enough of these. Our youngsters are in deep need for mind stimulating programmes. Even if we cant produce one, just stop all the above for the time being.

If only you can balance these up with good education system, we will not want all the above for a long time !

Its the delusion that we are doing well. We are afraid to tell the truth. We are afraid to face the truth.

Because truth hurts.

To Blog Or Not To Blog

I am going to write again, irregardless whether my entries are going to be read by anybody. Why do people blog if they want to be anonymous and at the same time secretly wish to be known for having a good blog. Not many have that thought but when they blog, they sometimes blog about the things that happen in their life which eventually will some times and most of the times happen to give the greatest clue one can find about who they are, and it turns out that the blooger is your neighbour.

Life's Life

You cant have everything in life. There are things you have to have, things you have to go through, things you have to let go, things you will never have... and sometimes you wish you never had.

Allah is fair. Nobody, nobody can claim otherwise. You win some, you loose some. HE cant just give you everything. If its meant to be yours, noone can take it away. If its not, no matter how much you try to grab it, it will sooner slip from your hand.

A mother who has a lovely, caring, handsome and loyal husband but have two sons who are drug addicts.

A wife with obedient, dutiful children who cant sleep at night wondering who her husband is sleeping with tonight.

A husband who is caring, lovely, loyal and handsome suddenly discovers his wife having an affair with an office mate.

Husband and wife with a big house with swimming pool, dream cars, up going careers but no children to share their abundance.

Lovely husband and wife with wonderful children but sleepless at nights hoping they have enough to pay the house rent at the end of the month.

Husband with beautiful wife wonderful children, but with cancer and counting the days.

A woman with good career, a house and a nice car but single.

I wonder how many times do we count our blessings and thank HIM for helping us go through everyday life despite all the ups and downs wishing all the things we wish we had and the things we wish we never had.....

Life goes on.

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.

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.

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 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 !

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.

Awww....

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How Can I Not Love ......

Being Nice A Sign Of Weakness

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.

Spalding
Soft Tack & Infusion Durable Outdoor Cover

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 ...

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.

Our Hotel - After

Can't imagine ........

Our Hotel

Our hotel sign ..... high up

Patong-After

The same street when the waves was rushing in

Patong - Before

The street of our hotel

Patong - After

Hmmm........

Patong - Before

The beach in front and across from our hotel