Drumstick

Baie and I were texting each other when he was inside defending.

BAIE: I c kaki ayam belanda!
Me: Surely yummy. KFC? Nando's? Kenny Rogers?
BAIE: Very big drumstick. Criss cross like nobody business. Sick!
Me: Entertainment for all the loyar-loyar.
BAIE: Loyar loyar loya....
Me: Aik? Ayam dara pun loya?
BAIE: Not sure about dara, but tua!

Moral of the story:
1. Always sit properly and sopan santun like the old folks are babbling. Especially when you are wearing kain belah.
2. Should you feel like exposing your 'drumstick', make sure it is free of cellulite!

This is a shame to women and fashion.

Sorry ngumpat!

Maaf Zahir Batin

So what does it mean anyway?
People throw away this sentence-of-the-moment when Eid-il-Fitri came closer. But do people really think what it means to them, to those who they apologizing? I have one human being throwing away the ‘Maaf Zahir Batin’ in all the emails she shot out to every ones in the group, including me, but I know deep down that she hates me like mad. So why bother apologizing?

People have synchronized Maaf Zahir Batin with the greetings Selamat Hari Raya (Maaf Zahir Batin is best translated to :Apology from Me, for all the wrong doings I do physically –like biting, punching, kicking- or softly –like hurting one’s heart, say bad things about him/her in front of others- There, hope I had already put that on words correctly). People, even had taken advantage in the event of Hari Raya, to do wrongdoings now and apologize later during Hari Raya. Is that why God created Hari Raya? An opportunity to come even with all the people who you have come across in your life, dearest or not? I doubt so.

For me, Hari Raya is an event where I finally get to see all people whom I love, all people whom had done so much for me and touch their hands or hug them. An event where I am thankful to God for giving me another year of life to see these people once more. And will I be there again next year for them? Then the maaf zahir batin makes sense. I look at their faces and tried to remember if I have hurt them, and whether they’ll forgive me when I die. But it was all faces of love, faces of people who will forgive me who will love me no matter what. I apologized anyway. There are also faces who have hurt the family, have hurt my heart, whose heart I certainly have hurt while thinking I was right, I apologized anyway. It’s meaningless, isn’t it, extending apology and forgiveness when you don’t actually want to look at their faces. It’s meaningless, since I myself have not forgiven me for hurting them, for not forgiving them.

But last year, the Man had taught me the meaning of Hari Raya. He kneeled infront of his only grandma, wishing her selamat hari raya and maaf zahir batin, but he added in things that made the old folk cried, he told her how much he loved her in Bahasa (believe me, expressing in Bahasa is much harder than in English) , “Kami semua sayaang Tuk”. The four words, I felt, was more meaningful than the commonly used Maaf Zahir Batin.

I also have seen distant cousins who don’t speak to each other hugging, or relatives who hadn’t come back for a while, and kneeling in front of their elderlies, just kneeling, crying and sobbing without anywords spoken, brushed it off with a big hug and kisses on both cheeks. No Maaf Zahir Batin was spoken, yet I felt it was more meaningful than Maaf Zahir Batin.

People are right. Most of the times, actions are louder than the words. And Hari Raya is one of the big times.

Selamat Hari Raya!

Stiff Neck

I slept after Sahur for half hour and was frozen to the bed. My shoulder blades ached like mad while I was trying to turn around in order to get up. I screamed for The Man’s attention and he, attentuively, reached out to massage my back. It hurt much.

I asked him to pull me up, he then did so. I remotely walking to the bathroom and get ready to work. Before going out, I told The Man that he needs to send the kiddo to the day-care, he fumbles like he was angry that his sleep was disturbed!

I was furious.

I was in much pain and he ignored me totally!

I drove to work today feeling heavy at heart. He must not loved me this morning. He must no loved me when I am in pain.

(It’s the period kicking!)

Ethics of Blogging

Just spent ten minutes going through the Blogs since 2005 postings and deleted all the company's name replacing it with the ORG. I also took opportunity to abbreviate some people's name.

With the stupid Org's Head, I should be careful of writing any posts. News said that he has been punishing people with minor little discplinary actions and most all of them were sacked.

Hmpfh... talking about sacked, he is the one who has to be sacked!

Coincidence eh?

I buzzed through Pasar Ramadan almost everyday with The Man.

The first one we went was near home, Bandar Sunway's masjid. Two days in a row I saw a mother (Indian Moslem probably) with a 3 or 4 years old kid sleeping on her lap begging for money at the middle of the Pasar. Both days, the little boy was sleeping.

Then this week we went to the one near Subang Jaya (which has really nice terubuk bakar). I saw two mothers, seated separately from each other, both had about the same age of kid on their laps, begging.

Think that is a mere coincidence huh? Wait till your read this.

Yesterday, I went to Pasar Malam Sect 14 PJ, and found one mother (Indian Moslem) with a boy about 3 or 4 years old sleeping on her lap, begging!

All the four mothers were wearing tudung.
All the four kids were sleeping all the time.
All were begging around the same time.

You work the math. Then you tel me whether kids (boys especially) at the age of 3 or 4 prefer to sleep on their mother's lap at around 5:00 - 7:00 or running at playground?

Of course, each mothers dressed differently so did the boys.

My theory was the kids were drugged to sleep.
Arris theory was they were clones.

Have you found any?

Happy Birthday My Son

Today, AZ turns two!!

Thing is, both The Man and I had forgotten that this weeks contains Oct 4th. We had one celebration at In Law's before Ramadhan and have totally forgotten about it. We both realized it yesterday.*sigh* He is just two and we have been bad parents!

Anyway, I invited The Babysitter and family to our house for an after iftar. We will buy a cake (what a birthday without a cake) and sing together tonight.

Hmm.. two years huh. I kissed his forehead and realized that I have loved this little person for two years. It is the best love of my life.

My Organization, My Org

The head of my org, who was relatively new, screwed up big time.

With the intention to save money, his right man, who was also relatively new, did this re-financing without consulting us, the procuring dept, and manage to let go the foot of one of the partners.

That partner was then started asking higher price from us. Of course we refused!

Then the partner was said to seal the office. No more business.

We then ended up buying a company with no operation, and the liability is on us.

Then the head of my org sent this long email to us, after the org was talked about in parliament.
One part was about all the good things company has done to us, which didn't start with him.
One part was about all the lies and intention of hiding the big screw up he did.

Perhaps he forgot to apologize about his behavior who never lift up his head to our people whenever they marched in to his office.
Perhaps he forgot to apologize about his people who are new to us, and did lots of things without consulting us the old people.
Perhaps he forgot to apologize against his stupidity.

Penning My Thoughts on a Pen

Worldly possession kills.
It kills friendship and I was monumentally ashamed of myself.

I just bought a pen, wet blue ink, with 0.5m point for under RM5.00. It is a good pen, and being new, I carried it around with me all the time.

Then there was this meeting yesterday and a friend snatched it away. I was puzzled, then mad. The meeting was at her place, she could have brought her pen. Couldn’t she brought one herself? I was then left with a pen which ink almost finishing. And it was black! I can’t be writing in Black, I am a BLUE girl!!

That went for twenty minutes.

Then I took a look at her across the table and remember the blue, tip point Faber Castell pen she has. She has like a full box of it, she bought them herself I think, I didn’t even ask. I remember how happily she was giving it away whenever people commented how nice it is to write with it. I had two. I saw other girls with the pen, too, which surely came from her.

Then it hit me right there!

How could I be so calculative towards her borrowing my pen? I had another to write on.

How could I behave that way with a person whose heart is so generous?

I was so ashamed of myself I could just kick myself out from the room.

Then I quietly took a cup of coffee for her. A silent apology.

A friendship was almost broken. Over a pen. But a Faber Castell kicked in, and a friendship was saved.

(eee rasa bodoh)

Congratulations Pak Ngah Arris

Today is Arris graduation day. Apak and Mak slept over (after a day out at Nilai yesterday, I bought myself three pairs of kain!) and drove early morning to Unisel at Batang Berjuntai.
He was dressed in red robe. We arrived when they were finally out from the Hall. I quickly shoved him into the Hall to take some picture with the Man's D50 SLR Nikon. Then we took some pictures around as family. I thought I saw tears in his eyes when both Apak and Mak took the picture with him. Three weeks before, his girlfriend of three years just got married. It broke his heart, I know, but he went anyway to the wedding.
At the age of 28, he got his first degree, finally. Alhamdullilah. We knew time wasn't at his side. He took four years to complete his Diploma, was unemployed for almost three years, then took his first degree at Unisel in management.
For me, he was always the brightest boy in the family during childhood. He talked fast and thought fast, too. I think it was his high school that killed his passion, his ideas.
Anyway, past is passed. He is now having a stable job, paycheque was a mere RM1k but he survives. He is the dearest Uncle to my little Azamzikry. In fact, azikry adores him to bits. That what matters, in the end, having a child looks up to you and greets you with screams everytime you come home.
I am just glad that he is home with me, that he had safely graduated, that we are still here for each other.

Clipperseep is listening to: Widuri by Bob Totupuli at In Law's House. Bob is Papa's favorite.
Clipperseep has read the headline today:the RTD is allowing people to personalized their car plate no. I remembered one Mitsubishi Eclipse at IUPUI before with a reg no of 4UNVME (For You To Envy Me). Tot it was a girl car

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The much talked about newly weds in town

The much talked about newly weds in town : Siti Nurhaliza and Datuk Khalid.

Much has said about them. The latest email I received was about the love bite on her neck. Then about her being ‘charmed’ by her current husband, about how charm has turned her into someone rude and forceful towards the parents. About parents not blessing the marriage.

Sigh..

Couldn’t just people leave the two alone. They are married. And be done with it.

People can never stop wondering about her life, how is she coping with the new role, how is the husband supporting her career. People can’t wait to hear the news of her being pregnant, about whether she’ll prefer a boy or a girl, about what are the name choices she has, would she breastfeed, would she have nannies.

Imagine if your journey to marriage and motherhood are on front pages, almost every week.

Following are the questions they used to ask Siti, and ask yourselves on how would you answer them?

Why do you choose him to be your husband?
What are the values he has?
What are his physical attributes that compelled you to love him?
How long have you been in love with him?
Don’t you think that is too short / too long to get married? Why not married later / sooner?
When will you have your first baby?
What do you think of his parents? What does he think of yours?
Will you still work after getting married?

I’m just glad to be married to the Man.





Clipperseep is listening to: Shania Twain

Another Baby?

The Man has started his bowling league back. I abide.

So, there was mommy yesterday night, with the Greatest Kid On Earth at home, attending to his games of cars and tickles while trying to watch Failure to Launch (Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew McCoughnehey sp??). When he rubbed his eyes repeatedly, I brought him upstairs, changed him and put him to bed. He, as always, twirled around the bed but hands searching mine to hug him.

He, also, didn't wanna go home when Daddy picked him up from Acik's House. He said, 'Tanak..Tanak Daddy.. Mommy?'..

Mommy's boy......

Anyway, The Man has rolled his plan for the Second Greatest Kid On Earth. He said, the second shall be in Standard One when the First one is in Standard Four, at least. So, if Azam Zikry was born in 2004, the second baby get to be born in 2007, meaning I have to conceive .. lemme count.... NOW!!!!

I hesitated to answer, to think or even to conceive. Sex is now postponed or deferred or avoided at 100% all of the time (even with the IUD inside me).

When I looked hard at Azam Zikry's face, I wonder whether I could love another as much as I love him. I wonder whether I would do fair to the second one since I have loved this one so much. I wonder whether I could spend as much time coloring, tickling, dancing and hugging Azam Zikry when his baby sister popped out. ( But I do want a girl.... sigh.... ) I wonder whether Azam Zikry will feel left out, or he'll poke his sister's cheeck continuously to get my attention. I wonder whether I could still juggle with home cleaning, cooking, laundry after coming home at 5:30.

(So, gartblue, how did you do it?)

Or shall I just stop wondering and just do it?

I really wanna do the right thing. I don't wanna spend nine months eyeing the clothes I can't wear, the shoes I can't wear and the caffeine I can't have, feeling whether that was the right thing to do.

Being a super loving mommy makes this hard.

Do I Have That Kind of Friends?

Two of my friends have been investigated by the Internal Affairs Department, of a thing that were forced on them, and of course, they didn't back their back quite well. Therefore, they have received the letters on the charges, and the proceeding for such have been set. The letters were received three weeks before the real Domesti Inquiry happen, and the inquiry is very much the same like any proceeding in a court. two sides, with prosecutors and defences calling up witnesses to examine, cross examine and re-examine. Fooh...! Sounds seriously unknown.
Upon receipt of that letter, we have been scurrying around , looking for evidences, 'lawyer' to defend, procedures and all shits of things. First we know nothing about the procedures. Some of us don't even have the procedure of discpline booklet. Then we must look for the guy to act as the defend lawyer. Since all the Union people went for a yearly retreat, we had to scourge the ones left around. (brilliant, isn't it! finding a time where the Union people is gone to do the Inquiry)
We did n't have the strategies. Then we fought over how to go about it.
I practically breathe throught their charges day and night, to find whether there are loopholes in technicalities, see whether they can win.
We also took leave to work on the defense strategy. We spent weekends to discuss.
Since one of the friends is not an Union member, the defend lawyer gotta take leave durign proceedings which can take up to 20 days.

It hit me hard. Do I have a friend that will take leave just to defend me? Do I have a friend who will drop everything that he does just to come and help me?


Clipperseep is listening to:
Clipperseep has read the headline today:
Moment of day:

Bad, Bad Girl!

So I have not been a good girl.

I popped in Ponstan almost every other day during my period. It's been bad. The cold hit me. The walking hit me too

I drink coffee almost everynight to stay awake after putting Junior to bed. And I did that just to believe it or not, read !!

I made the Man looked after the Junior 2 hours while I Shop at Sunway. Despite the curses thrown silently to the woman I saw the other day giving her 2 months old (sleeping two months old!) to the husband while she went to roam Jusco. Worse still it was actually window shopping. I didn't buy anything for the 2 hours he had to put up with the boy and me feeling guilty, grabbed two pairs of wacoal. Anyways.

My Master card balance had also been left unmonitored .this morning when I checked it is RM43O something ! After the RM one thousand of settlement I sometimes wonder when is this going to end- (it's when u stop swiping u silly)

I also had been a silent bitch with the mother in law. Aftershe refused tv look after Junior for a mere 3 hours I pretend to be really mad at her. I plan not to sleep over hers for at least 6 months, bad girl ain't I?

Brokeback Mountain

Finished seeing the most talked about Brokeback Mountain.

If you see it with a pre judgment, you won't get to enjoy the real juice of the movie . If sex is what you want to see, I am sorry, it's not the kind o ffmovie that will satisfy your appetite.

*oh bythe way, this is tyyped using the pda bluetooth keyboard*

I would interpret the movie in a way that I like. For me it is more like a story of a forbidden love....one is so into living the life, going all out for love.. Another one is in denial, trying to love in secret , feeling guilty to himself, to the family and to God eventually.

I asked the man what he remembered most about Brokeback Mountain. Answered the sex part. I guess for a serious thinker, that’s what u'd answered. Nottin wrong. But to me, this is the scene.

Ennis is leaving for the night and there was Jack, standing idly, fiddling with his toes, feeling sad, the kinda merajuk sad. Ennis came by from behind and softly said,

“Hey you would end up sleeping standing like a horse. That's what my mom used o say. And she used to sing me this song”

Humming softly Ennis put a smile back on Jack's face. He rode his horse away and said I see you I the morning.

I think that's romantic.

I also believe that in a gay couple , there is always the softer partner. Jack is one. While these two can fight, smoke, swear, rodeo, have kids but there is one who needs sheltering and one who tends to protect. I feel we should respect that.

While I am trying to live my life not judging (hey even He waits to the judgment day to judge) I agree that it is not appropriate to be allowed a screening Malaysia (They did not, did they?) I still believe that its not easy to prove that you love God more than the worldly possession and screening it would only encourage those who confused about the sexuality made to believe that they are left with no choice but to face t that they are gays.

God I had so much to write and words just don’t come outright.... Go watch broke back mountain, watch it with open heart and open mind.

Right Cause, Wrong Battle.

Just called kampong and there’s this sharp pain in my tummy and I just have to blog right away.

My dad, after his retirement, has chosen to live a very simple life. He spent mornings in the lands he purchased which he hopes to be our, the children, durians orchards. He came back home for lunch, and spent late afternoon around the house or at the future durian orchards. He spent Maghrib and Isyak in the old surau nearby and came home for dinner, watching F1 or football or currently AF. Except, for certain days, he and his best friend, Pak Cik Mat Som, will go out, sometimes near or far, driving the kereta jenazah to take some bodies back to our small little Lenggong.

The kereta jenazah is actually his prerogative. He worked on the Body to work on the Fund (something named Badan Khairat Kematian and Kebajikan Surau Kampung Masjid Lama Lenggong or something like that), getting the Body regularized and finally get the Fund worked out. We managed to raise some money after a few years, and he managed to secure a second hand ambulance from Hospital Kuala Kangsar. The vehicle somehow, broke down a lot, we spent more money on the maintenance. Until one day, the Tabung Haji big shot passed by the Surau, saw the kampong boys were pushing the dead kereta jenazah, of course without any body in! We then got a brand new vehicle from the Tabung Haji.

So, this is not about my dad.

My dad, at his recent trip, had been to a place further, to pick up a body from a Prison whom had just received his death sentence. If you remember, six years ago, there was this big news about al-Maunah, who took over a school over a hill and killed two people, having in their possession a mountain of army guns. These were people trained in Afghanistan, who fought in the name of God. I’m not denying any injustice or justice done to them. I just believe that it is a Battle with a good-cause but chosen at the wrong place, wrong time and wrong enemy. Wonder how big could they be a help at Labenon, fighting the Israelis, should they be still alive.

Amin, or late Amin shall I say, was raised in Jenalik, the very same kampong where the school was taken over. His father sold Apam Balik at Pekan Sabtu at Lenggong, we bought his many times with him being the sole apam balik seller. His mother organized yearly trips for Umrah. His four accomplices’ sentences has taken place few months ago, but he asked a deferment to see his mother who went for Umrah.

On the day the sentence took place, my father and pakcik matsom departed Lenggong at around 1.30 a.m. Imagine, how sayu it is, the kereta jenazah start moving when the man is still alive. He was hung ( I notice I have been avoiding to use the word hang, I pulled a sigh when I finally wrote one) right after Subuh. They told that he recited Azan and for three short seconds, the room’s light went off. The body was then taken to Hospital for verification and then my dad took him into the kereta jenazah. He was neither kapan-ed nor bathed for the family had asked to perform those themselves.

My dad was moving along the highway, three hours with him, the man who had fought for a battle he believed true, with skin around his neck melecet caused by the ropes that has taken his life.

For a split of moment, I have thrown away all the judgment. I didn’t know whether to feel sad or the feel he-deserved-so. Yes, he has taken two lives. Yes, if we want to play god, we might say that his sins have been washed away receiving such punishment and he died, clear of any. We can’t tell whether his death is syahid, neither can we telling that it’s not. It’s all His rules, His judgment, the Mighty Allah. For all I know, he must have repented for he has been given six years to do so.

And how about us? Do we have six years? Do we know?

Can’t say he is lucky to end his life that way, being given time fight for a battle he truly believed, being given time to repent. But can’t help but feeling so.

My feeling is a mixture of sad and sebak and sayu. Sometimes English doesn’t do justice to me, eh. I just can wish that if the man and his boys are still around, they’ll be jumping at the front line at this very moment at Lebanon, safeguarding the children and the women. Sad, isn’t it, to know that such valuable lives are wasted on a wrong battle.

Or was it a truly wrong one? Who am I to judge…..

Sorry

That long posting was done actually during one of the FC Meeting, where I was the secretariat. People were talking nonsense and I managed to blog !(in word of course)

I know I have been getting sloppy in blogging. I know you guys miss me! :) I miss blog hopping as well.

The Seminar, We Did It!

So, I have been silence for the past two weeks.

So, it is.

We were busy preparing for the retreat that we have yearly. I didn’t think I did very well last year, there were rooms for improvement, there were booked room left unoccupied. The boss, however, called me up on the stage, announcing to the participants on the hard work I’ve done. I was proud, and it was clearly shown how proud he was with me. It is something that I carry on forever with me, being appreciated that way. I knew he has noticed the hard work I’ve done, the commitment I’ve shown. I handled everything, I took care of the participants invitation and the VIPs’ too, with NFK’s help, of course. I handled the presenter papers and printings, with Ida’s help. I handled the hotel arrangement, with KT’s help. The only things that I don’t have my hands in is the dinner. I let the sub-committee of dinner handled everything, I was just there enjoying how good were Ena and Sob emceeing. But ShBH saw the hard work I’ve done and he appreciated it. He made sure the whole company appreciate that too. I’d be telling Azam Zikry one day, of all the hard work I’ve done, my boss made me stand on the stage and ask the whole floor to applause me.

This year SBH the Boss decided for Ida to take the lead together with PK. I think the arrangement were superb, since this is the first time they were in together. They might handled things differently, both of them were people-people. They like to be deciding the things together. I was a bit impatient with them being indecisive, but they managed to pull it through, together. I am proud.

I, however, am a little bit disappointed with INI. She didn’t take the opportunity to show people how capable she was in leading a team of people, and what saddened me most is when she said, “I didn’t even know that I am supposed to be the second man and lead the whole group”. That’s a little bit awkward, isn’t it. She was also ‘not there’ first thing in the morning to ensure everything was fine, she left it to her boss, PK. I didn’t know what’s gotten into her, she is a responsible and committed person to me. Why sucker on this one? I gotta go and speak to her one of these days.

PK, being PK, is the kinda person who sits together with all to decide on all things, from the tiniest to the largest. He wanted to make sure that everyone is happy with the arrangement he’s gonna make. He dealt with everyone and made sure that he knows about every arrangement we made. He roped in the boss in almost all the decision.

We didn’t have problem with the participants. Some were very understanding when we told that the souvenirs were not enough on the second day. (how it would be enough, the souvenirs were purchased when the list was first finalized, and the Captain decide to revisit and revisit the list). The paper quality was great, I think. We managed to pull in the authority to give their thoughts. The environment guy was there too. Three Mat Salehs were there, making it more prestigious, you know how people look at the guys with blue eyes!. The trip to the site was smooth and great. Food was fantastic. The hotel service was a bit disappointed, I think.

SBH was there as the usherette and I think he did great. He really wanted to make PK and INI feel that he is supporting their leadership, even with the smallest work, i.e. ushering.

I think MizAnoi was a real pure, born blunder. Our key note speaker is the most protocol person in the whole org, and of all the people, she chose to announce his title wrongly. I quickly went to her and calmed her down, then I asked her to apologize publicly. No, she didn’t do that. She was too proud doing that. Sorry is the last she would say.

Yes, disappointed I was with PK and INI before the event, the way they work just doesn’t match mine. But I know they will pull through together. I know they will. Because I know, they are committed to the event happening, as much as I did last year. And I have to accept the fact they have their own style of working, I bit my lip through out the time, being there whenever they needed me. As SOB recited the morning doa just before the event started, tears went down on my cheek, for the event was really happening, for the bravery I’ve shown biting my own lips all the time to let these two shine, for the commitment these two had, for all the participants who came uncomplaining about the insufficient of the course material. Alhamdullilah, I recited and had to run to the technical room just to wipe off the tears!

Silly!

Why Couldn't People Understand?

I'd like very much for you guys to read Muaz' blog (that I haven't read quite a while since the IT Dept has blocked the blogspot) at http://az95.blogspot.com/ titled Isn't Everybody Unique?

Muaz is very much, hmm a weird guy, (Sorry, my vocab just couldn't find any other words to substitute), at school. At first, he looks like a Japanese where everybody else looks like typical orang Perak, or orang Johor or other states. Then he walked differently. He looked at people like he 'stared' at them. He listened to musics that others don't hear. The only music of his that I like is of course, Def Leppard. He then wrote English not the way we wrote, simply because his vocabulary are very very much expanded than ours. He talked fast. Those made him weird.

It is true that people who don't behave like us are weird in our eyes.

But that doesn't make them good friends. Muaz was very much like one. I can't tell why, but he has very soft spot for me. He helped us the girls, during our debate season. He smiled, once he gets to know you, not like any other Form Four Baru. Perhaps he wasn't there to be the shoulder to cry on, simply because he talked fast ( I think he still do now), but he is there, we know.

When I finally found him on the IRC when we were at the States, I was thrilled. Hey, at least there are a few more of the clans in the States. He then got little fling with a good friend of mine when we were at the States. They broke up and still that doesn't change what I felt of him.

So, reading his blog, I know that he is still the weird guy. He admit his being difference from the rest of the colleagues and I quote,

I may not eat the things they eat. Eggs, durians, or whatever.
I may not listen to the music they delve in, be it '80s Malay male and female pop, or whatever.
I may not drive the "normal" cars like them. Protons, Peroduas et cetera. (oh yes he drive a Mini that I think so not cool! and he refers his Mini as Stellar)
I may not chat much about football, or anything much that they chat about.
I may not appreciate or watch certain sports or certain TV programs like them, football included.
I may have different opinions on certain things, be it similar or different from them, but then again, I do think I am entitled to voice out.
I may not dirty my lungs with cigarette smokes like they do.
I may not have the facial feature they like. (Ha? People then notice that he looks like a Japanese? I thought I was the only one)
I may not have the same dreams of owning a house or driving hire-purchase cars like they do.
I may not listen to Adam Ahmad every morning like somebody I know did. And I didn't pester people with my music (hence the headphone collection I have).
Unquoted.

I couldn't agree more. Life is so much beautiful because people are different from each other.

However, I must insist that we must respected each other's uniqueness (or weirdness)

For example.

If you don't like football, don't belittle those who woke up at 3 a.m. to watch the 'stupid game', how stupid you think that it. Don't ever mention the word stupid, just respect the game and the hobby as it is.
If you dont' like mellow soft songs, like Malay in the 80s, don't say that those who listen are simply outdated or unproductive. Respect people's favorite music.
If you think AF4 is boring, do not condemn those who waited 8:30 for the concert. Do not ever keep comparing Mawi and Faisal, that just irritates people. Keep your opinion to yourself, unless asked.
If you are not a smoker, who chose not to smoke because you want to protect your lungs and the loved ones', do not make faces when the puff people happened to make at mamak store. Unless the puff was directed to you. Similarly, if you are a smoker, choose your ciggy break spot wisely.

And ponder upon what he wrote at the end.
Quote:
I know people are unique. And they have all the rights to being that. I just appreciate the simple beauty of it.
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Positive Feedbacks

(Wow! I never knew that we can still access www.blogspot.com. I thought nobody read my blogs nowadays)

Went over to Zilis’ office for a legal case meeting (which I think we will win yay!) and stopped over her office to chat.

Was actually trying to ask Zilis about how she feels about Mawi’s recent hu-ha. First the fiancé and then the dad. I knew she’ll answer, she doesn’t care, she loves Mawi no matter what.

Not that I care about how the engagement will end (I kinda predicted that it will end up this way, never expected it will be such a big hu-ha for four consecutive days! It event took up one whole page of Utusan the other day!) but I felt sympathy towards him and the whole family. Imagine your whole personal life is written in all papers in the nation. Foohhh…. I don’t think I could stand that. That’s why Clipperseep is born genius who will end up as gorgeous engineer.

Many had also asked about the 5 Love Language I’ve written. You guys loved it eh when it come to words LOVE. The first one that I read is plain 5 Love Language. Kana bought it and me and The Man were fighting over to read it. Then the author wrote another one, 5 Love Language for Children.

I haven’t written about Words of Affirmation (which Zilis thinks is hers). A child whose primary love language is Words of Affirmation, answered, when asked how did she know the mother loves her, “I knew it because she always tell me that she love me, that my hair looks nice, that she appreciate I help her with the garbage”.

After all, everybody needs positive feedback about themselves, don’t we?

Speaking of positive feedback, my office had just finished an exercise of writing 5 positive values of each one at work on a piece of paper and distribute it after that. The writer should remain anynomous but hey, I kinda know everyone’s handwriting. This is the list of what I can remember most of them write:

1. My two bosses which I reported to say that I am creative. In fact, creative is the only thing my direct boss wrote! (lazy bum, he is!)
2. that I am stylish, one even write ‘celebrity’ kakakah (jangan jealous eh)
3. committed to work, just like my boss.
4. hardworking
5. MD wrote that everything about me is fantastic
6. some wrote that I am organized (looks like the act of kononnya meja teratur berjaya!)
7. humble
8. knowledgeable
9. jovial and mesra
10. mizanoi, trying not to see my other traits, wrote “You are very helpful”.
11. good mother (I love this one)
12. sob wrote that I am a good blogger (of course I know it’s you, sob, who else read my blog at work? Or who else is given the permission to read my blog but you)
13. task oriented and willing to expand to doing other things (that come from the boss, you know! Looks like he wants me to do more of other job)
14. dependable
15. responsible
16. jay wrote that I am understanding (of course, after all the shits she put up and I am still there supporting her)

Isn’t it great?

Positive feedback is like food to our souls. We can only function well if our emotional tank is full, wrote Gary Chapman. So, drop me a comment requesting one and I will write you list of positive feedbacks so that it will just make your day! (jangan le malu!)

5 Love Languanges

I read 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman about three years ago and remember the things thought in the book very vividly. Recently, Akma presented me with 5 Love Languages for Children that I recommended her to buy (which she then ordered for me, too, isn't she just sweet?) and I enjoyed this one much more.

Basically, there are 5 Love Languages human spoken and there are:

1. Physical Touch
2. Gifts
3. Acts of Service
4. Quality Time
5. Words of Affirmation

This book didn't only teach me of what is my Love Language, how to find the Man's love language, but it teaches me the whole lot of story about showing love. In principal, people show love the way they wanted to be loved and that 'way' is their primary love language. There are many people who love their family to bits but their parents / spouse / children never felt it so. That is because they don't show the love they way that the family wanted.

After reading, I found out my primary love language is Physical Touch and followed by Gifts. What it means is, The Man can always tell me that he loves me but if he doesn't touch me when say it out, I won't feel it. That explains why do I never thought that his voice is romantic over the phone (as what is claimed by the Kelantan girl he had huge crush for). That explains why did I went to his door and kissed him on the cheek after he said the word sayang for the first time on the phone. That explains why did I always put on show everytime we went out together for movie or something and he never hold my hands.

My secondary language, i.e Gifts, shows that I 'see' love from people from the gifts they gave me. (No wonder I love birthdays so much!). Gifts that are wrapped shown that they were chosen with care and of course, with love. CDs that were sold at the entrance of the mall shows that they never bother to think of what to give in advance, rather they prefer to just chose what's the store is offering. Big NO! I also found myself favoring wearing the baju that people gave me (example the batik Terengganu mom in law gave) in front of them. And dressing the Boy too, at the very moment when the shirts or pants were presented to us. I can undress the Boy in a split of second and put on the clothings they just gave. It is important for me to show people that their gifts are appreciated.

The Man's primary is Act of Service followed by Quality Time. He loved it when I ironed his shirt and never forget to say thank you. He mumbles when I haven't cook for a week. He loves it when I do the ear things and can spent hours on my laps. He noticed when I spring cleaned the living room. He loves it when I made chicken soup and porridge and brought the food over to the bed whenever he was sick.

Then, on Quality time, he made sure that we spent our 29th in our own way, whether go out for a movie, or dinner. He made sure that he gets the privilege to bath the Boy so that the Boy will notice that, "Bath time = fun time = Time with Daddy!".

The book will tell you on how to find your own and your spouse love language. Go ready, it would do you lots of wonder. The most important thing is for you to 'speak' the spouse's language so that he will not feel unloved.

I made sure that how tired I was, whenever he started complaining about getting bored eating outside, I drank the whole cup of coffee to stay alert and start dinner. I gave him a massage once a while when he complained about the backache. I sometimes offer to bank in his cheques. Once I took leave and send his car for service first thing in the morning.

With children under 5, it is easy, speak all the five love languages and they will love it. The primary language will start appearing and you'll notice it. Through out life, the primary language can change.

Go read the book.